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: The word Antico means "Ancient" in Italian. You will therefore learn why it says Ancient on the Tombstone once the plot of this part is ran out! Thanks for all of the reviews that have been coming in! And, visit www.lord-harven. ! Thanks.


Van Helsing: Legends of Blood Reign

Chapter 15: The Prophecy Begins

The night fog crystallized as it passed through the air. The cold ground of the graveyard cracked as the villagers of Dreida stepped upon it. Their eyes slowly and carefully focused upon a large tombstone that stood erected from the ground. There were foreign words spread across the rim of the tombstone and in the middle, the words ANTICO were written in Italian. One of the villagers pointed at the word and cleared his lungs.

"Krel! Krel! What does that mean?" he asked. Krel turned around and rolled his eyes.

"If you don't know how to speak other languages by now, Korr, you'll never learn!" he yelled, taunting Korr by making a hollow noise as he knocked on his head. Krel turned away and nodded his head as Enchantress stepped upon the grass. She held her head high, letting her rich black hair pass her shoulders with care.

"Ayeakrel Maunklae" she repeated as she had said it before. Krel nodded his head and held his arms out.

"Lady Enchantress! I trust that you have everything in order!" he told her. The villagers watched the two people talk to each other. She turned her head and looked at them, her normal blue eyes turning violet. The villagers stepped backward, cowering under her gaze.

"All of you!" she yelled "Leave! Except for Ayannae!" Enchantress told them. They nodded and walked away. Once the crowd cleared the graveyard, she turned back to Krel. He waved his pointer and middle finger and waited for what she had to say. Her eyes changed back to blue and she stepped in closer to him. "Ayeakrel, I have been waiting for your arrival! Tonight is a night not like any others, you know, my dearest!" she hissed. Krel nodded his head and smiled at her. His long black hair blew in the wind, his sharp eyes grew larger.

"You have summoned the resurrection?" he asked. She smiled and pressed a finger to his lips.

"Lord Harven works in many secret ways even the closest ones to him can't know!" she declared. Ayeakrel smiled and leaned in toward her. She turned her head and pointed toward the large tombstone. He turned his head and sighed. He saw that the words ANTICO were now alive with fire.

"What have you done?" he asked her hurriedly. She lifted her hand and caressed his face gently.

"The dead are in our favor, Ayeakrel!" she announced. He smiled and walked over to the tombstone. His head swam with thoughts of 'What lies within the crypt?' and 'Why am I here?' She quickly answered those thoughts by running her finger along the side of the stone. With the snap of a moment, the front slid to the side. He poked his head down and saw a floating red light. She pointed her finger at it and smiled at him. "In Vaseria, mother used to tell me of the red light of the dawn!" she recalled. He looked at her with intent, his eyes moving fast.

"Your mother told to you of dawn" he repeated in his own words, the expression rolling out of his mouth with care. She nodded her head.

"And now, you must follow the light! Follow the light into the tomb of the Elder! In there, the luminosity will guide your spirit and lead you to the tomb of the Figlio!" she told him. His eyes went narrow with confusion. She walked up closer to him and whispered the cold words into his ear: 'Nosferatu'. Krel's eyes became wider as she smiled at him.

"And is there a reason Ayannae was summoned?" he questioned her, all bravery leaving his voice with the wisps of thin air. She grinned and reached into her cloak, pulling out a piece of parchment. With a crackling noise, she unraveled it. Krel's eyes grew wide as he saw the picture of a young woman. This woman's deep chocolate eyes stared out, her curly hair falling down to a tight corset. Her pointed, angelic face looked out into darkness as if she were trying to reach someone that was not within circumstance. On her belt was a sword that was in a crested sheath. "A princess!" he exclaimed, examining the picture. Enchantress nodded her head and gave Ayeakrel the parchment.

"You know what the son looks like, Krel! Remember: hair as black as death and a heart hollow!" she said as if it were a soft poem. He nodded and bent over as he stepped into the tomb. She grinned and nodded her head toward the red light. "Remember, the light will guide you!" she said as a last word. He nodded once more and went in, leaving the cold world behind. Enchantress grinned and closed the door as Krel plunged to his end.


Carl's eyes grew wide as the carriage plunged to the soft ground. Dargeilla kept his strict gaze upon Gabriel. He couldn't break the power, or else, Gabriel would never be fully mortal. Carl tried to get the wizard's attention, but he was too concentrated on the vampire-stricken hunter.

"Just a moment!" Dargeilla yelled, the white light growing brighter. Carl shrieked and backed up as the creature crawled out of the carriage. It pressed its demonic feet upon the ground and neared the two. Carl began to sprint backward while Dargeilla closed his eyes. The white light stayed in the air for a moment, and then it disappeared. Van Helsing was still on the ground, but his lifeless form was now taking shape.

"Sir Dargeilla!" Carl yelled. The wizard turned around and saw the creature approaching them. He held his hands out, a tingling sensation flowing through his fingers. The creature finally reached their presence, and it stopped. Around its head was a black veil, the rest of its body was covered in a dark material. Carl could barely see through the face part, but what he could see was shocking. "Thonious!" he exclaimed. The creature in black laughed and stepped toward Carl. He shrieked and backed up, his eyes going wide. Dargeilla let the sensation in his hands grow to its full extent, and then lightning bolts flew from his finger-tips. They soared toward the creature, Thonious, the servant of Lord Harven, and struck his chest. It reeled backward and screeched. It fell over and landed upon the ground with a large THUD. Van Helsing's body began to move as Thonious fell next to him. Carl shook his head. "Dargeilla!" he exclaimed. The mage turned and ran over to Byblethonious.

"Winds of light, spirits of old!" Dargeilla said, his lips parting slowly as the words flew out. Thonious yelled again and sprang to his feet. The veil over his face disappeared. Carl shook his head.

"NO!" he yelled. The demon was reaching down to pick up Gabriel. Dargeilla's eyes turned white as he opened his mouth again.

"Circles of fire! Darkness will bloom! Bloom as the night! Blood shall be spilt!" Dargeilla yelled. A dark light soared from the mage's eyes. Carl turned away, blocking the luminous glare out of his sight. Thonious yelled as he felt his very skin disintegrating. He fell back to the ground. Dargeilla closed his eyes and fell backward, a deep breath escaping from his old lungs. Carl turned to see Thonious reaching into his cloak. Van Helsing's body went rigid as the demon stood next to him. The fiend pulled out a long staff with a crystal ball at the end. The friar saw that Thonious was approaching Van Helsing, rather than attacking Dargeilla.

"Why are you doing this?" Carl asked. Thonious' empty eyes turned to Carl. He then turned to Van Helsing and held the staff out. "No!" Carl yelled. A blue light soared from the crystal ball and hit Van Helsing. It consumed his whole being. It flew over the scars of old and was slowly making him disappear. The friar had no power here, not even with Sir Dargeilla by his side. After the blue light was done consuming, Gabriel Van Helsing was fully disappeared. Thonious placed the staff back into his cloak and turned to Carl. He shook his head at Carl and raised his arms. The friar shook his head again. Byblethonious, the late slave to Sereno Harven's powers, now had control. The friar fell to his knees, therefore burying his face into the dirt. Very soon, all would be lost into darkness.


Author's Note:
I, at last, have a sort of portrait for VH:LOBR! Look at the link in my profile for it.Sorry if the last half of this chapter seemed rushed! I am busy preparing for:

The Wallowing Whispers: Domain Vaseria

Shrek: The Hearts of the Kingdom

And, I am trying to fix out some plot points in LOBR, so, there you go! Expect a preview for The Wallowing Whispers pretty soon! Thanks and please review!