CHAPTER REVISED ACCORDINGLY TO MOVIE (Got it on DVD, made alterations to correct my work.)
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Chapter 2
Angry shouts soon spurred alive from the quiet little houses of the village. Doors burst open and nightwear cladded peasants gathered round holding up torches to stare viciously at the murderer from the West. Van Helsing lightly nudged the reins and his horse took a gentle step back from the approach of the angry mob.
"Murderer!" Screeched a voice.
"You have killed the Princess!
"I say we string him up!"
Benden had quietly settled on the pale wooden walkway that jutted out from the front of his small and poor home. He timidly stepped forward in the darkness, pausing to stop by a sturdy beam that supported the sloping roof over the front door. His cold hands clasped at it gently as he nervously watched the man named Van Helsing.
The jeering continued, violent threats being made and vicious name-calling, "Let's get him!"
"Hang the murderer!"
"Send him to Hell where he belongs!"
Many of the peasants had grabbed a weapon of some sort, whether it was just a torch or a pitchfork, or a carving knife, or the hammer of a Blacksmith. All were ready to kill the supposed murderer of their Princess.
Van Helsing slowly lifted his head, the shadow caused by the rim of his large hat rising to show wise eyes glinting, "Which one of you is going to try?" He said darkly.
The general hubbub of shouts fell quiet at the plain threat. Van Helsing lightly repositioned his hat calmly, "Believe what you will, but it is Anna, Carl, and I who have rid you of the worst evil in your lands tonight."
"Liar!" One shouted, and then the clamour burst once again, passionately voicing their anger.
"You murdered our last member of royalty! How dare you cover it up with your lies?!"
"Van Helsing is telling the truth!" A voice suddenly spoke up, and the jeers fell deadly quiet. All heads turned, rustles of clothing sounded as all eyes sharply focused upon the young boy stood under his porch gas lamp, "Van Helsing is indeed a murderer.."
Agreement voiced up.
"But.." Continued Benden, his voice steadying as his confidence grew, "But Van Helsing murdered Dracula."
"Benden! How dare you!" Cried a voice. He saw his mother, stood appalled and disgusted by what her son was saying, "You're saying that you support this criminal?!"
"Since he has made all of us sleep easily tonight, then I do."
Uproar began, shouts of disagreement ventured towards the boy. But because of the noisy calls, nobody noticed the quiet exit Van Helsing and Carl were making. That was until galloping hooves sounded across the cobbles as the horses reared from trotting to a full speed run out of the gates of the village.
A man spun, raising his pitchfork mightily as he screamed into the night, "He's getting away!"
Benden watched the figures departing; he saw a nod sent his way from the shadowy faced figure.
"No!"
"Somebody will get you Van Helsing! One day!"
"You won't always be looking! You'll pay for your crimes."
Benden watched the small figures gallop off over the wooded landscape before he calmly turned into his house, satisfied of the truth.
Van Helsing was in the lead of the pair, his gloved hands tightly on the reins as he led his horse over bushes and round trees as they galloped on down the dirt trail towards the West. His coat majestically fanned out behind him, flapping passionately with the cold night air. Carl geared his horse alongside him, he somewhat apprehensively guided his horse, "Van Helsing?" He asked, giving a quiet gasp as he ducked a low tree branch.
"Yes, Carl?" came the firm voiced reply.
"Why didn't you leave Anna in the village?"
"I'm not sending her from this world as I do with my victims." he replied sturdily, "Not left in ruin.. She'll have a proper sending, she is a princess, and she needs to join her family appropriately."
Carl fell behind and Van Helsing mightily galloped his ebony stallion across the dewy grass, leading through the trees and towards a meadow of sweet smelling grass, dotted alluringly by buds of colourful wild flowers.
The flames brightly burned.. Van Helsing watched Anna Valerious fade from the earth with a sorrow in his heart. His gloved fist slightly trembled as the sign of the cross was placed tenderly across his upper torso, "God Bless you," he whispered softly, before his head lowered to watch the grass blow gently at his feet, crackling flames now accompanied by the quiet chants of prayer from his associate and now friend, Carl.
His eyes watched the grass continue to sway, before they began to move a little too violently than he once witnessed. The wind was speeding. His coat rustled and flapped with the blowing gusts, his hat rim quivering over his brow. Van Helsing's head slowly lifted to watch the smoke of the fire slowly form together and float into the heavens.. at this, he turned gently to look out across the landscape of tall grass. The sun brightened between the rolling clouds and he watched calmly as Anna's face took place within the Heavens, surrounded by her royal family. She smiled down upon him, the heavy weight in his heart indeed lifting some at her happiness to be with her family once more.
Carl stepped up beside him to offer comforting words, but Van Helsing turned as the faces faded from the sky, "That was.." he began softly.
"What is it?" asked Carl; following his gaze up to the white clouded sky, which was free of any image.
"Didn't you see her?" asked Van Helsing, turning to Carl slowly.
"See who?"
"Anna."
"What do you mean?"
"I saw her.. with her family.. in Heaven.."
Carl's eyes widened and he looked slowly to the sky, "You have seen the Heavens?" he said in an awed whisper, clutching his Bible tightly, "Van Helsing, God is with you!"
Van Helsing watched the sky some more, lifting his hat rim gently, "I don't understand.."
"You must have been blessed Van Helsingh. God leads you through your life."
"I'm not exactly special.." he quipped in return, looking gently to the burning wood that was simmering to ashes as he turned to rejoin his horse.
"Hm.. you're not exactly respectful of God.. I don't see why you should be so special." Said Carl.
Van Helsing managed a small smile, "I do kill all evil, Carl." He said as he began to pulls the horses towards the pair by the reins.
"Even so.. you curse too much."
"So do you," replied Van Helsing.
"I'm a Friar! We've been through this before.. damn you."
Van Helsing chuckled as he heaved himself upwards upon the metal stirrups, legs straddling his horse. "And you curse feebly.." he said quietly, his lips took a saddened smirk down to the man, mind still upon Anna as he joked with his friend. He watched Carl hurry up to his own horse, sighing sombrely to himself as he lightly flinched the reins. His horse exploded into a powerful gallop across the lands towards the mountains of snow as Carl and he rode towards the coastline.
"So.. where are we going now, Van Helsing?" Asked Carl later in their journey as they rode across thick hills of snow and blizzard gales.
"We're going back to Rome."
"Oh good, I want to go home."
"Yeah.. you need to make some more of the exploding liquid. Might come in handy."
"It does have a name, Glythcerin 49" Carl informed proudly.
Van Helsing gave a knowing smirk to Carl as together they rode across the landscape of snow to return to Rome..
NOTE - Not fully sure of what the exploding liquid's name is, I guessed. I must check that at some point.
Assume the story is now back on track since I know fully what happens in the movie now I have the DVD! (:
