Hello! These two chapters are about Gabriel V.H., review, please!

Chapter 6

Van Helsing's quest

After the quarrel with Irvin, he asked for forgiving and promised to care about his family, as he did in the day of wedding. Selin left them sure that she'll find out, who sent demon to Diana. But was called on another assignment by Council. Troop 'C' was sent into the hunters' bar to 'show the strength of the night creatures', actually it was just a bloody carnage, nothing more.

"I think, those nature bastards want to get rid off us!" – declared Alexander, when they gathered alone in the dungeons of vampire castle. Others didn't reply, healing themselves with the cow's blood.

"I mean, they want to weaken Valdemar, they know we devoted to Diamond family more than anyone."

"But they need something more to break us!" – agreed Mirek, waving with sword.

"That Maya's tricks, only she pretends to become the head of the Council!" – said Lora and faced to their commander, waiting for a comment.

"Selin …"

"What're you, guys, waiting? Valdemar escaped! He acted like a coward! He left us! The Council will soon send us on death! Today's fight was just the beginning!"

Sel rubbed her temples.

"We're alone … no more protection …"

"Valdemar capitulated, but he'll back, don't worry, my love," – Vladislaus becalmed Selin, who as always preferred to relax in his company. They settled in an armchair, discussing Valdemar's action.

"I hope so, still he isn't Victor … and only I and my troop will support him if the inner war will start."

"And what about me? I'll never leave you, Sel."

She caressed his face lovingly, smiling warmly.

"I leave you faster … Maya firmly solved to get rid off me and my guys. She sent us into the 'Heaven 2', hunters' club and …"

"What!" – he raised so unexpectedly, that Selina was close to fall from his lap.

"Carefully, Vlad, I'm not firewood! (A/n: 'Well, it's a Russian utterance, means, a-a, you can throw, burn, etc. the firewood, and it won't complain in opposite to animate objects …')

"Maya Fern does everything to irritate me!" – roared Dracula, walking around the room.

"Vlad!" – offended Sel, making him to notice her person. He embraced her, kissing her neck and chest without stop.

"It means you asking for forgiving?"

"It's just an advance … I haven't started begging …"

Meanwhile Van Helsing led own investigation. Demons he hunted on, were covered with strange symbols, he tried to decipher. Searches brought him into the club with questionable reputation even in night creatures' society. The club's name was 'Helping hand', and as Selin said 'Only idiots go there, if I could ruin it!', still the club and its visitors were under Terri's protection. So the great hunter could easily go there and have a drink in the company of a couple of werewolves or witches without chance being killed or injured.

Van Helsing set at the bar rack and first searched the crowd, dancing, relaxing and drinking. The music was changeable: from classical, which vampires prefer, to pop. So the scenery was the same to correspond to the whole aura of the club, where mortals mixed with immortals.

"Hey, stranger, have I given you a menu?" – asked the pretty-looked waitress clad in all bloody red.

"No, but don't worry."

She swung shoulders and walked to the next table. By his new werewolf abilities Gabriel understood that the waitress was a human, she smelt so. He came into the club to find answers, perhaps the waitress knew witches who know ancient symbols.

"Miss!"

The girl sighed and came on call with a tired look on her face.

"Want to book something?"

"A fresh lamb in its own blood!" – he exclaimed suddenly surprising himself but not the waitress, who wrote something in her notebook and left. 'What's going on with me!' – Van Helsing rubbed temples in exhaust. He knew, he isn't a human anymore, but still refused his nature. Tranquillizers and tablets helped to outlive the full moon in sureness that he won't hurt anyone, but this life wasn't easy.

Meanwhile the girl brought 'the dish' – uncooked meat, covered with blood made him sick.

"Anything else?"

"Well, no … if only you know any witches who speak and read on ancient dialect …"

"Of course I know! Address to Martina, she is in 'The Circle', she's clever and knows much!"

"How does she look like?"

"Martina is a little bit taller than me and has very long black hair, besides always wears a big medallion with the emblem of 'The Circle'."

"Thank you," – nodded Gabriel and started seeking for that mysterious Martina. In fact it was almost impossible to find one witch in the crowd, but his sensors prompted where she was. Martina really looked as the waitress described; the witch was friendly to everybody and offered him to sit at her table.

"That girl, waitress, said you can read ancient dialect."

"Yes, I can …we mostly forgot the ancient language, but The Lord of Hell still marks his demons with this symbols when sends them back to the world … They are the signs of future Apocalypses …Why do you need me, stranger?"

Van Helsing showed her a paper where he drew symbols, he saw. Martina wasn't smiling anymore …

"Where did you get them?"

"I saw them on demons' bodies … what do they mean?"

"It's a sentence … one letter means one word. It says: 'The sacrifice will return me …'"

"Thanks, now I'll go …"

"Not so fast … hunter …"