Warning: If you want to know the base of this story, read my Van Helsing 2, for this is merely a revision of my original story.
Disclaimer: Universal Studios, Stephen Sommers, and the crew of Van Helsing own the base characters, but I own Alvonia Elra, Sereno Harven, Enchantress, Darkbane, and Hervok Vorra. I don't own Vampire, The Gillman, The Invisible Man, The Wolf Man, or the Banshee. Thanks.
Author's Note: ANNOUNCEMENT: I am holding a contest for my spin-off fanfiction: The Wallowing Whispers: Domain Vaseria. If you would like to be added as a villager in this story, simply e-mail me with a simple request and a desired name for your character (it can be your own). I will send E-Mails first to the reviewers of my story and then I will forward it onward. A summary of the Fic can be found in my profile shortly! For all of you The Phantom of the Opera fans, I am playing homage to it as a line from Harven! I am planning to write a POTO fic myself, so I decided to get ready! Thanks! Warning: There is violence in this chapter, so, that is why I changed the rating to PG-13!
Van Helsing: Legends of Blood Reign
Chapter 14: The Battle Begins: Pasts Renewed (Part 1)
Rain pelted the ground aggressively. Thunder rumbled the small houses of Vaseria. Just two nights ago, sun was the main weather in the day, but the clouds had shifted. Something was strange in the patterns of weather. Vaseria was used to these cold downpours, but they never expected for them to happen so often. These days, the villagers whispered among themselves that the great Vampire Lords had something to do with the weather changes, for a man called Nosferatu had remained in a castle not far from here.
"He has the powers of the devil, that one!" an old woman at the local pub said. A man, Deishdae Crodovane, had sworn that a vampire flew up to his window and threatened to bite him, but still, the town mayor believed it all to be a fable.
"Vampires don't exist, you mangy villagers!" he yelled to them at a town meeting once. Deishdae shook his head and then pointed his large fists at the Mayor.
"So you're callin' me a fabler, eh? Sayin' that me, flesh and blood, is a liar?" he asked. The Mayor grinned and walked down to him.
"If you would be so gullible to believe in "vampires", then yes, I would call you a liar!" he said smoothly. Deishdae curled his fists.
"Argh!" he yelled. The mayor shook his head and turned around, face crinkling up with an ancient smile. Deishdae spat on the spot where the Mayor had stood before and he turned around, stomping away. A man who had witnessed the incident, Sereno Harven, laughed slightly. His dark eyes followed the Mayor as he went inside the town hall. The other villagers just sighed and walked away. Harven waited until they were gone and followed the man. As the town hall doors swung open, Sereno crouched back, swaying silently out of sight. Once the Mayor was inside, he cautiously stepped in.
"AUCTION! AUTCTION THIS THURSDAY!" a voice yelled as he walked in. The meeting hall was large, vast, and full of darkness. At the podium there stood an elderly man who wore black robes. Harven knew right away that it was the mayor. In his withered hand was clutched a scroll of parchment with the following words scribbled in black ink: Auction this Thursday! Attend to win your greatest desires! Meet the great gypsy Queen, Alarae Valerious! This Thursday! Harven walked up to him and let his eyes stare at him so that the man would be transfixed.
"Hello" Harven said silently. The man shook his head and slapped his hand on the podium.
"Hello" he replied in the same tone.
"Auction of what, may I ask?" Harven queried.
"Kleage is the name!" he said shakily in reply. Harven shook his head.
"That is not the answer which I require, Sir Kleage!" he responded in a hiss. The elderly man tugged at his collar and breathed in. Harven turned his head and narrowed his gaze.
"What are you auctioning!" he asked louder. The residents of the hall turned toward them. Kleage smiled and coughed. He began to breathe in and out rapidly.
"The…only the finest…well…ruby" he stopped and tugged at his collar more. Sereno's eyes grew wide at the word "ruby".
"RUBY?" he asked, holding his clawed hand out. Kleage nodded and handed a piece of parchment to him.
"Yes sir! Lady Cynclora Elra wears a ruby 'round her neck! She lives up the hill, past the ol' Valerious manor!" he sighed. Harven nodded and folded the parchment up.
"That will do, Sir Kleage! I leave you now!" he said. The Mayor, Kleage, shook his head as Harven disappeared into thin air.
Cynclora Elra lay on her bed, sleep covering her. The light of the outside slowly tiptoed into her room. In her head, dreams of old and new stories hopped through her vast mind. The fact that her door had just open or that a strange cloaked man had just entered didn't seem to wake her at all. She just turned her head and breathed out. Around her neck lay a chain with a small red ruby at the end.
Harven stepped up to her bed and clasped his hands together. He saw the ruby and smiled.
"Sleep, sleep, my darling!" he said silently. His robes swayed on the cold marble ground as he walked over. He held one finger out and pointed it to his lips. Cynclora shifted and breathed out.
"Charles, is that you, darling?" she asked, eyes slowly opening.
"Shush, sweet Cynclora!" Harven hummed in his deep Romanian accent. "Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation…" he breathed out the line with care. She opened her eyes fully at the words.
"Charles sings that every night" she said drearily as she hung her head high. Harven nodded.
"Turn your face away from the garish light of day!" he continued. Cynclora closed her eyes and waved her hands.
"Finish the melody, Charles" she said louder this time.
"Alas, Cynclora, my dear, you must finish something for me! I see that you have a trinket 'round your neck!" he acknowledged, eyes growing sharper. Cynclora came to her full conscious. Her eyes went wide as she saw a cloaked man standing in the room. She shook her head and held the ruby close to her chest.
"You will never…" she stopped as Harven shook his head. He had slyly covered his eyes with his cloak before she got to see him.
"Why so apprehensive, Lady Cynclora?" he asked.
"Who is that face in the shadow? Who?" She asked with a snap. Harven laughed and walked closer to her.
"I seek what so carelessly hangs around your neck! If you could just give me what I seek, I could leave in peace" he droned on. She shook her head.
"No! You can never tear this precious…" she stopped, looking down at it. He nodded.
"Then so be it!" he yelled. He lunged forward and grasped at her neck. She yelled and backed up, attempting to get to the door. He raised his hand to strike her, but she was faster than him. The goblet filled with illuminating fire that hung on the wall slipped into her hand perfectly. She held it to his face. He screamed and fell backward. The fire licked his skin viciously.
"Curses to your grave!" he yelled, falling to the ground. She let the fire consume him.
"If you shall ever dare to enter my chambers again, I will do the same to you!" she screamed. Harven yelled as the flame absorbed into his skin supernaturally. She looked down with wide eyes. Harven laughed and got to his feet. Cynclora shook her head, taking a step backward.
"This cannot be!" she shrieked. His eyes were alight with fire, the fire similar to the one which had consumed him devilishly.
"And now…" he began, a crown of fire about his head, "The ruby!" he commanded. She looked down at her neck and breathed out. The lady once again raised her arm to strike him, but he caught it. "There is no sense for violence, Malady!" he yelled. He opened his mouth wide and allowed his canines to grow larger. She shook her head and gasped.
"Nosfera…" were her last words before he smacked her. Her head turned as she fell upon the ground. Harven knelt to the floor, his hand clasping around Cynclora's neck. With a quick snap, it came off. Although Cynclora wasn't dead, she was still knocked out cold. Harven nodded toward her and disappeared, never to be seen in the Elra Homestead again.
Kleage shook with terror as the villagers crowded around him. Deishdae was part of the crowd.
"The auction?" one person asked. Kleage held his hands out and shrugged his shoulders.
"Maybe Lady Cynclora didn't want to show up! That's all, people!" he suggested. Deishdae shook his head.
"No, ol' man! I think this is part o' your creation, wouldn't you say, peoples of Vaseria! Come on! Lady Elra and the gypsy don't even show up! Murder!" he growled. Kleage shook his head.
"No, my good sirs! I wouldn't…"
"YES you would!" Deishdae yelled accusingly. The Mayor looked above their heads. Over at the Elra Homestead, a bright red light shone from the ground brightly. He pointed his finger shakily and shook his head.
"It's him! It's him! The vampire who threatened me! It's him!" he yelled. Deishdae turned and saw the strange light. A shadowy figure began to fly out of it.
"Vampires! Nosferatu! The one who plagues us all!" a village member screamed. Kleage keeled over backward and passed out. The villagers turned to him and shook their head.
Alvonia raised her head. She turned it back and forth, eyes swaying lazily. She didn't remember any moment of the past day. The last thing she saw was the friar, Carl, watching her curiously. A single word rang in her brain: "Nosferatu!" She wasn't sure why it was in her head so furtively, but it was engraved into her mind supernaturally. She remembered the most horrifying dream: A man in black had hit a woman. This woman had a strange ruby shining upon her neck with care. Alvonia looked down at her chest and saw a red ruby. Its light was blinding, making her turn away. She felt it and saw that it was strangely warm. When the woman's eyes became fully focused, she saw another being across the room. It looked like an old bearded man, chained to the wall. Strange wisps of air hung around him as if they were the bounding chains that so strictly held him up.
"Byblethonious?" she asked. The man opened his eyes and looked over to her. The eyes that looked were not that of a human, but of a monster. Alvonia rose from the bed and ran over to him. "Thonious!" she screamed. He shook his head.
"Alvonia" he breathed, eyes closing slowly. She cupped her hand on his face.
"What has he done to you?" she asked. Thonious looked at her and pointed.
"More like what has he done to you!" he exclaimed, pointing to her chest. There, within her cloths, was an empty spot, right where the heart is located. She looked at it and breathed out, sweat blanketing her forehead. Images of Harven and other things popped in her head.
"Just another moment, Miss Elra, and no more pain!" the man said, smiling at her. Her eyes caught a doctor who was crouched in the shadows.
"When will this be over?" she asked. The man's eyes darkened. He pressed his claws on her hair.
"Just another moment, Alvonia!" he yelled. His hand reached back into his pocket. He pulled out a ruby with a thin rope holding it. He smiled and turned to her. "Your mother wanted you to have this" he said, placing it around her neck. She sighed as the cold stone touched her skin. The man, Lord Sereno Harven, laughed as a light shined upon the ruby. It came from the nearby window.
"What are you doing to me?" she asked, looking at Harven with innocent eyes. He looked down and caressed her head.
"Silence! You cannot speak!" he yelled. The young girl closed her eyes, sleep taking her.
"Alvonia?" Thonious asked. She opened her eyes. Her head swung up and caught sight of the shape shifter.
"S…sorry" she said, sighing deeply. "What…what happened to you?" she asked, pointing to his chest. There was a large cut mark where his heart was. She shook her head.
"No! Harven cannot do this!" she exclaimed. She raised her hand to the cut and was about to touch it, but Thonious clutched her hand violently.
"No, Alvonia! Harven…" he stopped, eyes closing. The door swung open. A cloaked man stepped in. Alvonia was certain it wasn't Lord Harven, but it was someone who resembled the vampire's look.
"Both of you, back to your stations! Lord Harven commands it!" he snapped, eyes drooping with drowsiness. Alvonia looked at him, words dry. He nodded his head, pointing toward the bed. "Do as the Lord wishes, girl!" he snapped. She walked over to the bed and sat down, closing her eyes. He turned to Thonious, blinking his eyes. He said something in a foreign language, at least that's how it was to Alvonia. Thonious closed his eyes, nodding his head. Gerovere nodded, turning away and out of the door. Alvonia opened her yes and looked at Thonious.
"Are we ever to get out of this contraption which Harven has so longingly set upon us?" she asked. Thonious' eyes snapped open.
"We need to plan something, some sort of…" he stopped, shaking his head.
"What? Plan what?" she asked. He sighed, blinking slowly.
"Escape" he stated, closing his eyes. Alvonia nodded.
"That is it! The window, or the ceiling or something! There's bound to be something, some sort of way out of here!" she stopped, looking at her companion. He shook his head.
"Fortress Miles is a trap. Harven has made it that way" he told her. Just then, the door slammed open, but Gerovere didn't stand there this time. It was Lord Harven.
"I can hear every word you say!"
Author's Note: Sorry for the bad ending to C-14! I am updating Part 2 soon with Dargeilla and Carl's meeting! I am sort of in a hurry! Thanks!
