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.

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Van Helsing: Legends of Blood Reign

Chapter 14: The Battle Begins: In the Eyes of Evil (Pt. 2)

"I can hear everything you say!" Harven snapped, eyes darting back and forth between the two. He shook his head walking up to Thonious. "Do you not think that the words you speak so freely can pierce a soul as easily as mine?" he asked, close to the former shape-shifter's face. Thonious didn't reply. Harven laughed, mouth growing larger as his canines enlarged. He put a hand out to Thonious. A white light emitted from his clawed fingers. "You shall learn to know pain, creature! You shall!" he yelled. Thonious cowered under the light. He shook his head.

"Sp..sp" he attempted to say something, but Harven placed a hand on his lips.

"Spare you?" he asked, finishing his sentence. Thonious nodded. Sereno smiled and wheeled around. This whole time, his cloak was draped carefully over his face.

"Lord Harven" Alvonia said, words chocking from her throat with hate. She had to play his game, or else something much worse would ensue.

"Ah! Miss Elra! At least someone addresses me by my full title!" he declared cleverly. Thonious raised his head, dark eyes flickering open. Alvonia looked over at him with sorrowful eyes. He looked back at her, concern flooding his pupils. Harven looked down to Alvonia and snapped his finger. "Don't bother with Byblethonious! He is a fool! A blank fool! If you stare him in the face for hours on end, he will just look back at you, eyes empty, heart cold!" he remarked. Thonious struggled with his shackles. Harven didn't look back. Alvonia tried as hard as she could to not look over at him to see what he was doing. Thonious strained and tried as hard as he could to break free, and at moments last, the chains broke free from the wall. He fell to the ground, feet thudding heavily. Harven turned, his cold eyes sharp and blood-red.

"No more insults, Sereno!" Thonious yelled. Harven held his pointer finger out.

"How dare you! You would dare address me by my first…" he stopped, turning as the door swung open. It was Gerovere.

"My Lord! Enchantress is performing some…" his words were cut short as his throat began to tighten. Harven shook his head. Gerovere fell to the ground as the searing pain became worse.

"You dare disturb my actions, Gerovere?" he snapped. Gerovere shook his head, raising his pointer finger.

"But Enchantress…sacrifice…Helsing" was all that he could say. Harven advanced on him.

"What did you speak of Van Helsing?" he asked hurriedly. Alvonia turned to Thonious. He was looking at her. She winked and slowly pointed her finger at the window in-between them. When Gerovere didn't answer, Harven bent down and grabbed him by the neck. "Damn you! Respond to my query or you will suffer! You don't know the depths of pain I can bring you!" he yelled. Gerovere shook his head.

"Van Helsing got bit! Diare! Diare did it, my Lord! She struck him on the neck!" he sighed, almost in a cry. Alvonia's eyes went empty. Thonious shook his head. Time seemed to stop for a silent moment. Harven's eyes filled with admiration. He turned to his inferiors and waved his hands. Thonious' chains disappeared. The hold over Alvonia departed.

"I shan't need you any more!" he announced to them. Thonious nodded, a growl emitting from deep within his throat. Harven smiled. Thonious stood in full stature and walked toward Alvonia. He placed her hands in his correctly. Harven looked at them with pure disgust. Gerovere turned away, a heave escaping his lungs.

"Are you all right?" he asked the woman. She nodded her head and looked up to him. Harven stomped his foot down.

"Curse the both of you! No romance can traipse its way into my domain! None, I tell you!" he growled. The three around him turned to him. Thonious' eyes drooped down with stress.

"You set our freedom, Lord Harven!" he declared. Sereno's eyes turned brick red.

"I set you free from my domain! I didn't release you from my ever-watching gaze! Besides, I wouldn't let you leave my domain so easily, on a second thought!" he screeched. Alvonia slipped her hands away from Thonious' grip. She pointed her pointer finger at the dark lord.

"Set us free! I have been a slave of madness for far too long! My heart misses my home! I seek freedom passionately! Express sympathy just this once, for both of our sakes!" she yelled toward him. Gerover turned to walk out of the door at these loud words, but Harven stopped him.

"If you sincerely want it that way…" he began toward Alvonia. He turned to Gerovere, a warning gaze filling his eyes. "…than so let it be that way, Milady!" He walked over to the two and raised his fist. He struck Thonious across the head, making him fall to the ground. Alvonia gasped with shock. Sereno's jaw tightened as his anger rose. He gently placed his feet before Alvonia and placed his hand carefully upon her face. The dark lord leaned in and placed a kiss upon her lips. She backed away, eyes rolling.

"How dare you do such a think to a woman of my place!" she gasped. Thonious stood on two feet. He raised a hand to give a hit back at Harven, but the vampire was too swift. He stopped the blow and hit Thonious even harder this time. The former shape-shifter's jaw locked as he fell to the ground. Alvonia shrieked, running up to Harven. She smacked him, eyes widening. Sereno caressed her within his arms. She attempted to struggle free, her eyes sharpening.

"You are forever mine, Alvonia!" he said silently. His eyes met hers. She shook her head.

"I will never…"

"You will obey me, Miss Elra! Or, should I say, Mrs. Harven! Once we are wed…" he stopped, smiling at her. She spat upon the ground, her features tightening. "In time, you will learn to obey my every wish and order. My silent hold will prove successful, once you get to know my true power" he told her. She bowed her head, right eye turning to Thonious. He lay on the ground, eyes wide open. Harven turned to him. He pointed a clawed finger out and grinned. "And you, Byblethonious, I have a strict quest for you!" he announced. Thonious glared up, his mind running with strange thoughts. He couldn't think straight at the moment, not at a time like this. He felt Harven trying to take over his mind, but he would escape the cruel grip. He was stronger than that.

"Command as you don't does wish do command!" Thonious said, his voice hoarse and brittle. Alvonia's eyes filled with hot tears.

"Your words are spoken clearly!" Sereno said sarcastically. "I have a command for you that will not be defied! You will go out into the depths of the forest and find Van Helsing! Once you do as I ask, bring him back with no scratches, and I will finally set you free, oh creature!" he instructed. Thonious rose to the ground.

"Why…why…why should I…" his eyes became blurred. He was fighting to get away from Harven. "Why should I have to collect a deceased person?" he blurted out. Alvonia looked up through tear-clouded eyes. Thonious' own pupils were ruby red. She shook her head once more. Thonious smiled and shook the question away. "I will gladly find Van Helsing, Lord Harven" he said deeply, looking at Alvonia. She bowed her head again and sobbed into her robes. Thonious disappeared from the room, past Alvonia, past Harven, past Gerovere. Lord Sereno Harven grinned. Things were going his way.


The deep void between life and death was dark and grim for the monster hunter. Each thought that served as a simple light year passed slowly and deafly. Each soul that entered the veil between death and life was merely a puff of air that skimmed its way through the thin voids of death. Out of the small depths that served as demise came a silent voice.

"And the wind shall touch the stars with care! And the leaves will pass the ground with gentleness and compassion! And the mighty Lord will lift the hand opposite right and send forth a brave soldier to conquer the evil that awaits the world! A swift hand will take the soldier and derive him of his soul. A terrible time will ensue! Let Blood Reign begin!" it yelled. It echoed throughout time and space. Each dead form that was in the void heard it and awaited the tension that was about to take place. Suddenly, the void was open, and a man cloaked in black stepped in. His dark features lightened as he saw the void.

"The Heavens' domain! My destination!" he declared. His swift blue eyes surveyed the ground about him. Every step he took created a large bridge before him. As he took his last step, the void opened once more, and a man dressed in a white cloak stepped in. They took a look at each other and began to walk parallel. The man in the black cloak hissed tauntingly. The man in the white held his hands out. The man in black lunged forward to the man in the pallid clothing.

"Peace, demon of earth and fire!" the man in white yelled. The man in black flew backward, eyes shifting back and forth quickly. The man in white flew forward. He flew on the man in black and growled with his turning voice clear. "Peace, demon!" he yelled again. The man in black yelled as the man in white's soul was strangely stuck to his. The two different forces were becoming one. Good was turning evil. The darkness was taking over. It was an overwhelming burden.


Dargeilla stepped onto solid ground. His surrounding was pure forest. Dirt trailed upon the ground as lightly as snowflakes. The old man's face narrowed as he saw a small man crouching on the ground. Before the man was another who seemed to be lifeless. He walked up and held his hand out.

"Worry no more, dear friar!" he said.


Carl turned around, eyes wide. He shook timidly and attempted to step backward, but his senses left him. The man walked toward him, a smile covering his face. The friar pointed toward him.

"Worry no more, dear friar!" the man said deeply, eyes concentrating upon Van Helsing.

"How…how do you know that I am a monk and not a friar?" Carl blurted out. He shook his head. "No, I mean how did you know my…" he stopped as the man raised a hand.

"Do not fret! I am here to save you and the man who lies on the forest ground!" he bellowed, pointing to Van Helsing. Carl sighed and regained his senses. He calmed down, eyes growing back to normal size.

"So…so, why are you here?" Carl questioned, standing to the ground. The man pointed to himself.

"I am Sir Dargeilla. A man of supernatural elements! Or, you may perhaps address me as a mage!" he said clearly. Carl nodded his head.

"Oh" was his only reply. Dargeilla immediately got to business. He leaned down and examined the lifeless shape of Van Helsing. Carl watched him amazingly as he did his work. As he looked at the fallen man's neck, he saw two small holes.

"I suppose that these are from the strike of two fangs? Am I not correct, friar?" he asked. Carl's ears pricked up at the question.

"The name is Carl, by the way! And, yes, just hours ago, Van Helsing was fighting these horrible creatures! Vampires! Sent by a dark man! Harven!" he spat the name with disgust. Dargeilla turned to Carl, eyes full with eager.

"Harven, you say? I can recall that name vividly!" he said, voice drowsy.


The air was stiff around the area of England. The crowd moved silently as Kre, the leader of the pack, ordered them. Every once in a while, Krel would look back, eyes full of hate. Dargeilla stayed silent as they moved along. The leader turned to a man near him and hissed something.

"That old man back there, 'Sir Dargeilla', is a crock! An old geezer!" he said in his rich Romanian accent. The man turned and nodded his head.

"If Lord Harven were to get a hold of that one, boy would the Lord have power then!" he yelled. Krel smacked him on the head. The man shrieked. "Curse you for pain, Krel!" he yelled. Krel pointed two fingers toward the back of the crowd.

"Silence!" he yelled, seeing that Dargeilla had heard the words.


The mage shook his head as the memory flew away.

"If Harven's servants truly have a hold upon this dear man…" Carl cut him short.

"The infamous Monster Hunter Gabriel Van Helsing!" he said quickly as if reciting his own name. Dargeilla nodded his head and looked down at the Monster Hunter. His face was drained of color, eyelids closed. He felt a strange aura around them. All of a sudden, voices crowded his head. Some were angry, others were soft and gentle.

"You are to be hidden from the world! Hidden! VALERIOUS!" the voice screamed. Dargeilla's eyes glossed over with visions of people. A tall woman stood with lengthy hair. Her sharp eyes darted across the ground. The vision then changed to a man clothed in all black. His pointed face smiled as a force inside him took over. Carl shook the mage's shoulder. Dargeilla came back to reality and sighed.

"Please excuse my absence of thought, friar" he murmured, standing up. "For I, being a magician, so to speak." Dargeilla looked at Carl. He smiled. The friar stumbled backward and shook his head.

"You? A magician?" he asked. The wizard nodded, looking down at Van Helsing's lifeless body.

"I am not so sure that you are truly with it this night, friar! Unless you believe that mage stands for something else!" he said, looking at the friar with care. Carl nodded and pressed a palm to his head. "I was summoned to help! If help is what you require" he declared. Carl pointed at Dargeilla and then to Gabriel.

"You are capable of reviving a vampire-stricken man?" he asked. Dargeilla nodded again and pushed Carl aside. His eyes were alive with color. A white, penetrating light flowed out of his pupils. It hit Van Helsing and bathed his whole being. The Monster Hunter's body went rigid as the light began to affect him. Thoughts swam through Carl's mind as Gabriel went rigid on the ground. As Dargeilla's eyes sent out the light at full length, a crash was heard in the distance. Carl looked over to see a carriage falling on the ground, flames consuming its body. He gasped as a creature large in stature stepped out and turned its head toward them. Dargeilla kept his eyes on Van Helsing. Carl reached his hands out to shake Dargeilla back to reality, but he was already reaching into the depths of Gabriel Van Helsing's mind.


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