--Failed Antidote--
A/N: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Don't kill me, please! -dodges flying cat- I am so sorry! -gives you all cookies- Please accept this humble apology and let me present you the next chapter of 'Failed Antidote'! (: I hope you will stop throwing cats and tomatoes at my direction! lol Thank you so much for your reviews! They were ALL lovely! XD That was part of why I would never let this story go! I do not want to disappoint you all! Please review, everybody, and if you shall, well, you will be rewarded with ANOTHER CHAPTER! I do hope this fanfic becomes a movie... Let's just hope Mr. Sommers actually gets a glimpse of this fanfiction, lol x333 Well, I'll stop boring you, lol. Dive!
Summary: What if the Antidote didn't work? ... Van Helsing is cursed, Dracula is still alive with the company of two new brides and Anna, along with Carl meets Van Helsing's forgotten son. But now that Dracula loses Frankenstein, he will need a new power source and it come from the man who holds the will to change...
Disclaimer: Van Helsing belongs to the one and only, ME! -you hit Elwyndra across the head- What? Uh... Who am I? Hey, I know you! You were the one who hit me over the head toda- -you hit Elwyndra across the head again- Huh? Oh yes! I do not own Van Helsing! -gasps- THE HORROR! You brainwashed me to say that! What? You hit me over the head? Oh, same thing.
Chapter Twelve
Mortal Quarrels
"Did you think I would let you escape that easily, mortal?" Lucrezia hissed loudly at Nemamiah's ear. Nemamiah furiously blinked back painful tears, trapping back an agonized scream through his gritted teeth as Lucrezia's claws withdrew from his back, sinking out. Nemamiah felt an awful lurch as he felt himself falling from the air, only to be punched right in the gut. Blood gushed out of his mouth as he went flying through the air, crashing painfully into the wall, where unfortunately for him, there was a bunch broken machines behind him. An evil cackle was heard as Nemamiah winced horribly, moaning terribly as he widened his blurring eyes.
"No, I didn't, actually," Nemamiah snarled as he got up on his feet again, grabbing for his silver pistol. He pointed it at the bride, who was in midair with an evil grin on her face. She quickly disappeared out of his sight and Nemamiah immediately fired behind his back. An echoing laugh was all he got as the machines behind his back sparked.
"I'll have a little bit of fun with you!" Lucrezia cackled as she flew around Nemamiah, who kept shooting at her, missing her. The horrifying sound of a 'Click' was heard from Nemamiah's pistol, and he cursed angrily, throwing aside his pistol as he grabbed his small pocket knife from his shoots.
Lucrezia stopped flying and landed right in front of Nemamiah's vision, her hand outstretched as she easily plucked the knife out of Nemamiah with a supernatural punch on his gut.
Nemamiah went flying again as he gasped out loud, crumbling on the ground as blood poured down his forehead and dripped down, trickling like a trailing river.
"Tell me, what were you trying to achieve after you drived a 'knife' into my heart, hmm?" Lucrezia drawled with a chuckle as she flashed by Nemamiah's side, grabbing him by the throat as she raised him high and off of the ground. Nemamiah's eyes widened as he felt his throat close up. He gave gasps, trying hard to get air into his lungs as he struggled in Lucrezia's iron grip.
Lucrezia's eyes glowed with amusement as a very long tongue slipped out of her lips, tasting the blood trickling from Nemamiah's wound. Nemamiah glared as he claws desperately at the claw that trapped his throat.
"Tasty! I shall enjoy this!" Lucrezia hissed as her fangs started to grow out of her gums, almost touching Nemamiah's neck. Nemamiah did the only thing he can do at the current situation. He let his legs punch into the Bride's stomach. Luckily for him, Lucrezia was taken off balance and let go of his neck, letting him frantically breath in a lungful of air, refreshing his lungs back to normal.
Lucrezia gave a snarl of anger as she raised her claw up for her killing blow but Nemamiah was ready. He grabbed his hidden stake from his other shoe and threw it at Lucrezia. To his disappointment, the stake clattered out of Lucrezia's way and Lucrezia smiled evilly.
"You missed. Now DIE!" Lucrezia snarled and lunged for Nemamiah. Nemamiah ran as fast as he can, dodging out of the blond's way, in the process injuring himself as he dived onto the ground. The white form of the bride swooped in the air and it was coming back for him again.
"Not good, not good!" Nemamiah muttered to himself as he forced himself to get up and run. His legs obliged as he ran as hell away from the flying bride, her screeches echoing through the hall. His eyes searched desperately for a weapon, and found a sparking machine with a two cords sticking out. He smiled in spite of himself as he ran as fast as he can towards it. Just in time, he caught hold of it, diving out of the Bride's way and snapping the tips of the burning cord at the bride's wings.
Lucrezia screamed in pain and fury as she fell to the floor, her wings burning but regenerating again. Before the bride could come screeching back at him with claws and fangs extended, Nemamiah ran as fast as he can his eyes locked upon the stake he had missed when he had previously thrown at Lucrezia's direction.
A frustrated hiss escaped from his back and he took a chance to look. Unfortunately, that was a wrong move.
"You have made me angry for the very last time, mortal! You may be handsome but you have no such manners like my Master!" Lucrezia snarled loudly as she lunged and kicked Nemamiah onto the ground. Nemamiah fell to the floor, his hand stretched towards the stake, which was inches away from him. Lucrezia let her foot jab into Nemamiah's chest and she leaned forward towards his neck, fangs protruding as she went for the final lunge.
A piercing scream echoed through the hall, but it certainly was not Nemamiah's as Lucrezia's eyes widened. A horrified gasp escaped her lips in a distasteful gurgle as her scream continued. Nemamiah quickly pushed the dying Vampiress aside, pulling the stake out of her stomach. Lucrezia's eyes burned with fear and anger as she gave out one more hideous scream and exploded.
"That was for all the scars you gave me, bitch," Nemamiah muttered under his breath as his eyes looked upon the remains of the once undead bride of Dracula. A loud spark of lights flashed behind him and this reminded him that he needed to destory all of the machines. Staggering painfully, he put his stake in his pocket just in case another of Dracula's bride comes out, and picked up a fallen metallic pole. But instead of jamming the thing into the sparking machine near him, he stopped as a familiar yet unfamiliar sound of a large roar fill the Castle. His eyes widened as he let the heavy pole clatter.
Father! Nemamiah shouted loudly in his mind, and before he could stop himself to do what was right, his legs were carrying him up the stairs where Anna and Carl had head to.
"Do you feel like losing today, Princess?" Jezanna snarled with a wicked smile as Anna glared, running further up the long stairs. Large wings banged through the small space of the staircase and specks of debris and bricks went flying towards the two of them. Anna cursed as she tried to aim carefully with her pistol. She only had about five left, and she didn't want to use too many when she knew it would do her no good to actually kill the Bride. Her mind flashed back to the present as she gave a gasp when she saw a fist came flying towards her. She dodged it and she heard a satisfying snarl escape the Jezanna.
"I don't think so!" Anna shouted in answer to Jezanna's question as she let her own fist lunging towards the vampiress. But the Vampiress was grinning as she vanished out of her sight, using her supernatural powers to her advantage. A kick slammed into Anna's gut and she gave out a painful choke that was supposed to be a gasp. She went tumbling down the stairs, her pistol flying to one of the stairs as a cackle echoed.
Anna coughed terribly and wincing, she got herself to stand. But it was not quick enough. She saw through gleamering pained tears the punch coming at her as she fell again through the staircase, her body hitting the walls. She closed her, trying to make herself stop and she managed it by grabbing onto the stairs desperately.
Anna felt a agonizing pierce of claws as she felt herself flying to a wall. She fell and her back slid on, her head tiled downwards a little. Blood started to pour from her lips and from the top of her forehead. A cackle made her glare angrily at the figure.
"Well, Princess, I don't feel like losing to you too!" Jezanna yelled as she extended her claws for the killing blow. But a voice quite familiar to Anna echoed through the staircase and Jezanna's blow stopped in midair, her claws trembling. Her eyes were widened in disbelief and confusion as both Anna and Jezanna looked towards the owner of the voice.
It was Carl, standing outside of the secret room, his small little book about 'Vampires & Werewolves' in hand. His lips opened again as he shouted, "Desino thee, Vernula of the Diabolus's Filius. Interimo et vos shall intereo in sua stead. (Stop thee, Servant of the Devil's Son. Kill and you shall die in her stead.) "
Jezanna snarled, her fangs baring angrily towards Carl's direction as her trembling claw moved away from Anna. Her eyes glowed venemously as Anna looked at him with awe. How on earth is he doingthat? She thought with astonishment and her eyes went to the book he held. He wasn't holding on to that before they had come into the Castle.
"How are you doing this?" Jezanna snarled as her claw still trembled from killing. Carl looked confindently at his book and raised it near his face. The only answer was a frustrated growl as Jezanna twisted her claws away from Anna's direction.
"If I cannot kil her, I'll kill you!" Jezanna yelled and she lunged towards Carl as his eyes widening at the unexpected reaction. He took a step back an gave out a gasp, as he screamed the words, "Permissi thee moratlis iterum! (Let thee turn mortal again!)" To all of their amazement, Jezanna's claws vanished back into her fingers, and her fangs and glowing eyes turned back to mortal eyes. The beating of her heart was back inside Jezanna's body and even though she had managed to push Carl off his feet, sending them both to the cold floor, It didn't do him any harm.
"No... NO!" Jezanna screamed in horror as she backed off of Carl, raising her hands so they were in view with her eyes. Anna smiled triumphantly and even Carl too, smiled as Jezanna winced painfully. A trickle of blood flowed out of her cracked lips as the half healed wounds she had gotten previously when attacking Anna opened up, making her eyes brimming with tears.
"Good job, Carl!" Anna congratulated him as Anna got to her feet. Just then they heard the roar of a very familiar voice and Anna and Carl immediately exchanged fearful glances.
"Van Helsing!" they both spoke and in good timing, Nemamiah appeared, heading up the stairs they had come from. He looked awkwardly at the secret room near the staircase with a raised eyebrow, and it rose even more as he looked at Jezanna. When he came up to Anna and Carl's side, he was panting and sweating. He glanced towards Anna and Carl questioningly. "What's happened here?"
"Dracula's other bride is a mortal again!" Anna explained. Nemamiah's expression told him that he was also shocked by this fact. "B-But how-!"
"With this!" Carl answered the question for him and raised the book in his hand again. Nemamiah's eyes widened slightly as he looked back at Jezanna, crying angrily as she tried to helplessly stopped the flow of blood. She glared up at them all. "You will pay! Even if I shall die, Master shall avenge me! You will DIE!" Jezanna snarled and she lunged for them one more time, anything to hurt the trio. Anna passed the pistol in her hand to Nemamiah. There was a bang as the bride's body fell to the floor, smoke rising through the area as Nemamiah held a smoking gun in his hand.
"So much for being free," Anna spoke softly and pursuing her lips, she looked urgently towards Carl and Nemamiah. "What are we waiting for? We need to find Van Helsing!"
"I have the cure in my hands," Carl spoke and this got Anna and Nemamiah's attention. "WHAT! Where?"
"This book I found in that room!"
"Then the more urgent it is to get to my father fast! Dracula would have felt or at least, heard us come in. And since we did kill his brides, he probably would have noticed and isn't going to be very pleased with us! Let's go!" Nemamiah shouted. Carl and Anna nodded and they followed him up the staircase, Nemamiah and Anna every now and then, wincing terribly. Carl looked at them both worriedly and stopped them both before they could rush on, grabbing them both by the wrists.
"What is it, Carl?" Anna spoke, an irritated look on her face, rubbing at the dry blood on her forehead.
"You are both hurt, and it won't do you any good when you're limping instead of running. At least you should tend with the wounds. I may not be as brave as you, but when it comes to saving a life, I will take risks. I'll go up there and find Van Helsing. You can follow me later after you're finished with your wounds. I'm quite confident I can cure Van Helsing!" Carl spoke and both of them opened their mouths to argue. But they both winced and shut their mouths, rubbing at their wounds.
"There, you see my point! Follow me later!"
And with that, Carl ran up the staircase alone, with only a book in his hands for company. Anna and Nemamiah exchanged looks, and with a slight frown, Nemamiah spoke.
"Do you think Carl could manage it on his own?"
"Maybe. But we should go follow him anyway," Anna answered with a small smile as she ripped a part of her clothes and started to pulling her sleeve up, wrapping it around her wound. Nemamiah also smiled.
"Yes, he'll probably need our help."
A/N: Well, that's that everybody! At last, the chapter is finished, and I am so sorry for not being able to update for sooooo long! -flops like a fish and dies- I hope you review, and forgive me for the sinful deed! Next chapter is up! (:
