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: UPDATE: Krel is, next to Van Helsing, the most Major Character from now on! Just a note: This chapter is where 3 peoples are resurrected! Two familiar people's voices will echo throughout the…well…just read! When one is resurrected, another will be, and another will be and they will all hear the same thing! There you go! Please review! And, a second note: Dreida is much like Vaseria, but it does have its differences! Also, Krel and Dargeilla are featured in The Wallowing Whispers: Domain Vaseria! And, Krel seeing the Auction Announcement is related to Sereno, so, Krel is going to meet up with Harven, and they are going to…well…just wait! Thanks.
Van Helsing: Legends of Blood Reign
Chapter 16: The Life Bringer: A Warrior
Krel stepped further into the tomb, the red light growing brighter as they plunged deeper. He decided to remove the top hat from his head because his hair was wet and mopped down from sweat. He had a slight idea why Enchantress had sent him down here, but her instructions were shady:
"Remember the son! Hair as black as death and heart hollow!" she said. Every time that the Dreida village leader would look at the light, those words would ring in his head. He remembered that the front of the tomb had said "ANCIENT" in Italian. Of course, this tomb had to be ancient if the "son" was in here, although, Ayeakrel had once remembered hearing that the son was never buried!
Ayeakrel walked out of his large home and looked upon his village. Horses were nestled in their stables and cows roamed freely. He managed to see all that he could see by just looking around, but it wasn't that simple. He walked down the cobbled steps that lead from his homestead and decided to approach the town hall. As he opened the large wooden doors, he heard whispering.
"And then, the clock ticked twelve! There was a man who started to change to a monster! The other man in black stepped back and changed to a large bat! He had the wing size of a dragon!" the voice said. Another came on, sounding disturbed.
"The Wings of a dragon? How in the blazes would you know that this "Impaler" could change into a demon so horrible?" the voice asked. Krel took a step in further.
"Because, dimwit! I was there the whole time! Behind the ruin! The Impaler didn't see the likes of me! I was hidin'!" it exclaimed.
"Bah! If you were hidin', then I was helpin' that princess of yours get the "werewolf antidote"!" the other voice hissed. The first voice paused after a while and then started up again.
"Fine! If you don't believe me, then I will just leave!" he growled. Now, Krel stepped in, his eyes wide.
"Gentlemen!" he declared, seeing two men sitting across from each other at a small table. The first one had a pale face with sunken eyes. The other had no hair, but a large, curly mustache. The first one turned around, eyes wide at the command.
"Oi! It be Ayeakrel!" the man growled. Krel smiled and pulled up a chair next to the bald one. The man turned, mustache covering his face.
"What do you want here, Krel?" the man asked. The village leader looked at the two and reached inside his pocket. He pulled out a crumpled piece of parchment and smoothed it out with the tip of his fingers. On it was the drawing of a man portrayed in blood-red ink. His deep eyes stared out of the page and reached into boundaries beyond. Krel turned the parchment toward them.
"You both spoke of this man" he declared, pointing to the page. The first man cleared his throat. The bald one took his mustache between two fingers and sighed.
"Yep, that be Lord Tepes!" he stated. Krel looked at the page and then back at the bald man.
"Lord Tepes?" he asked through gritted teeth. The first man nodded.
"Aye, aye sir! Lord Tepes is the ruler over the land of blood! The king of neck-striking! The ruler of blood! Lord Tepes!" he growled. Krel nodded his head and stared at the drawing.
"And how do you two know that he is the "ruler of blood"?" Krel asked them. The bald man stopped twirling his mustache and hit his hands on the wooden table.
"I've been to Transylvania! I've seen him in the manor! And his brides! Oh, his brides!" he said, his voice trailing off.
"Manor? What manor?" Krel asked. The first man didn't even know what the bald man was talking about. The man with no hair reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of parchment. 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! It declared. Krel snatched it out of his hand and studied it with care.
"Valerious? I've heard of this name before! A traveling band came around two years ago and offered the town gold and riches and treasures" he recalled. The bald man nodded. "When is this auction?" he asked furtively. The first man pointed to the scroll.
"This Thursday, isn't it, baldy?" he asked. The bald man's eyes went sharp.
"I got this last Friday, Ayeakrel! So, if it says this Thursday…" he was cut short by Krel.
"Today is Sunday, and traveling to Transylvania from here to there takes…" now, the bald man cut him short.
"…three days and seven hours" he announced. Krel nodded his head.
"Maybe this Alarae Valerious will have some answers about this 'Lord Tepes' for me! It' sin Transylvania, correct? I have heard of the Valerious family and their quest…" he stopped himself, standing up from his chair. He took the drawing of the man and the auction announcement, therefore placing it in his pocket. "Gentlemen, I am off to Transylvania! Wish me luck" he said, gulping in a stream of saliva. The first and bald men nodded their heads and waved their hands.
"Beware the vampires!" the bald man warned. Krel nodded and walked away.
"Transylvania, that's where I'll go!" Krel reassured himself.
Krel sighed and nodded his head. The memories of his time in Transylvania were wiped away. The days that he had spent there had been hectic: Vampire Hunting, Werewolf Hunting, Tournaments. It wasn't what he was expecting at all. He watched the light grow brighter and finally came back to his senses. "The casket mustn't be far from here!" he thought. As he looked down the winding tunnel, he could hear the whispers of the dead. Some were angry, others were calmed. He wasn't too sure that he should be down here, but what Enchantress commanded, he would easily do. He couldn't refuse what she so dearly asked of him. "She is strict" he thought again. Behind him, the voices grew louder with every step he took. The light grew brighter and finally, it began to glow yellow. Its orb shape became larger as the luminous blaze lit each corner of the mausoleum.
"Look for the son" Krel said. He looked at the light. It was shining directly at something on the wall. He nodded his head and walked toward it. Cobwebs and dust covered the whole line of stones and bricks. He raised his hands to brush it off when the glowing orb soared forward and struck the wall. A crevice lay perfectly in the wall, a crevice that was perfect to fit the orb. The Dreida village leader nodded his head. "Oh!" he exclaimed, leaning forward to touch the wall. As his fingers brushed the thick dust, the stones and bricks began to shift. The piles of decayed earth fell to the ground. A light began to pour out from the cracks and crevices. Krel looked up to see large words sprawled in ancient writing: Figlio. "Figlio!" he yelled. The luminous glow grew and suddenly, the cracked wall disintegrated and fell to the ground. There it was: an ancient casket that was bordered by jewels and rubies. On the sides, blurry words were scratched away by age. The door creaked silently open. Krel reached toward his belt and withdrew his glistening sword. "Whoever's there, show yourself!" he yelled as the door swung wide open. A yellow light was born from the steep darkness within the casket. "Figlio! Figlio! Son! Son of the Ancient! Show yourself!" Krel yelled. A laugh was heard, and then a hard brush of wind. "FIGLIO!" he yelled again. Krel had no other choice but to go in, although his mind would have voted against it. He stepped in and felt the door close behind him. "Figlio" he whispered. Out of the light came a cloaked man. Its eyes were sharp red, its face chalk white. Two empty sockets served for the eyes, and an empty hole for the nose. Krel's face dropped as the demon stepped toward him.
"Grant me the life that I forever long for! Give me my salvation! Ayeakrel, welcome!"
Author's Note: Yes, this chapter may be short, but, I have to end it here! Just guess who the eyeless and nose-less man is? Just a note: Miles and the Gillman are in the next chapter! Sorry if I haven't featured them enough, and, here is a SPOILERISH list of things that is going to happen in the near future:
Dark Queen
Resurrection
Holy Sorcery
Fangs
Wings
Eyes
Brides
The Elder
A Battle
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