No Mercy

A/N: HAPPY VALENTINE'S! XD Or almost, lol. I know, you can kill me with whatever you like. A frying pan, doses of poison, whatever, lol. Okay, that's actually scary. Did I just give away ideas for my death? -weak laugh- Anyways, I know you guys have been waiting for this chapter, so I have wrote it AT LAST. It's late, I know. I actually had half of this page done already, but my numb brain had gotten into vacation (in a manner of speaking) and I couldn't write. That really really hurt, but now I'm okay so I'll stop babbling and let you read! Oh before I forget, I'd like to thank all of the people who reviewed! You guys made me so happy with them! I hope you enjoy this chapter (really really really truly really! -crosses fingers)! And it would make be endlessly happy if you reviewed again!

Be warned for intimate scenes (but only a little!) in the very first paragraphs!

Disclaimer: I do not own Van Helsing. I do, however, own my OC's!

Summary: Dracula has something no one thought he could have. An unborn child, that could be easily manipulated to become a instrument to the Count's bidding. Would evil triumph, or could good somehow intervene by pulling the boy away from the poisonous snake?

Chapter Four

There was passion sewn into the night with each passing second as a certain young man in his early twenties caressed a woman with skill, his ways of seduction being used in many different tactics. The woman, trapped between his hands, didn't bother to struggle. It was too much for her to resist. His breath flowed sharply at her neck as his hands glided through, exploring inch by inch of the woman.

"William..." the woman whispered in his ear as he kissed her neck, eyes of dark blue glowing in a malevolence pool. William's lips curled into a smile, but somehow there was a lack of human radiating from his expression. His hands ended movement with an almost lazy flick of his hands as he released her from his grip.

The woman looked dazed for a moment, her eyes fluttering. She looked at William with perplexity clear on her face. He only continued to smile and this frightened her horribly. "What happened, William? Why have you stopped?" she spoke softly, waiting for him to reply.

William had finished his task. Now it was time for him to walk away. Turning to look slightly at the darkened wall behind his shoulder, he replied, "Nothing Elena, nothing."

William moved swiftly and without the slightest hesitation, he grabbed her and broke her neck. The woman didn't have a chance to scream as her last breath came out in a soft gasp, her expression frozen with a look of fear and shock.

William's smile faded as soon as he finished, dropping the woman onto the floor like an object that needed to be disposed of quickly. He looked around his shoulder slowly, knowing his master stood before him like a guardian angel. Except the man was the Devil's son himself.

Dracula clapped his hands, his shoulder leaning onto the wall right next to him. There was a pleased look on his face as he walked up towards his heir.

"Well done, my son. You have done well, even better then the last time you tried. If I were you, I would have kept going... see what happened next," Dracula spoke with a sly grin on his face. William gave a nod, his face as expressionless as the wall Dracula was leaning on.

"You commanded me to finish after the… seduction, father," he spoke with an accent that was as thick as his father's.

Dracula clicked his tongue in slight annoyance, "Pleasure yourself once in a while. Although you must obey my command, it does not mean you cannot spoil yourself with a little bit of fun, William."

"I understand, father. It is just... Lady Verona wished me to choose wisely with woman. Perhaps it would be unwise for me to lose my virginity so soon to a woman I hardly know.-" Dracula could have almost laughed at this; he had done this all his life, "-She wishes for me to pick a partner so when the time for comes for her to give birth to my child, I will not be the only heir beside you."

The last sentence that was spoken from his 'son' took Dracula by surprise but his expression quickly faded into a smile. He knew Verona, the eldest of the Brides, was always the most smart one of all. Perhaps that was why he chose her as one of his mistresses. Dracula nodded his head, understanding the circumstances. He laughed as he spoke, "I see... I shall find this woman for you. That will only be part of your lifelong training. But not now. Let us return home. Her people -" Dracula paused as he glanced down at the deceased woman on the floor, "- will soon start to wonder of her disappearance."

William nodded and he followed his father as they both turned into beastly forms (William's a bit more human than Dracula's), their wings beating the cold, unforgiving night.

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The village of Vaseria did not seem to be accustomed to change. The town was as gloomy as the days when Count Dracula and his brides were still alive. The weather did not make things better either. It rained and rained until it almost seemed like no sun will ever come out. But what the village was most silent about was the news of a vampire attack.

'Vampire attack? Oh please! Van Helsing and the Princess had vanquished Dracula years ago!' would have been the sensible kind of response to this kind of information. After all, it has been years since a vampire ever lived to kill a mortal. But now the villagers started to doubt the deeds of Van Helsing and his companions. For now innocent. They had also heard rumors that a wealthy young lady was killed the other night after being escorted by a mysterious stranger. The circumstances were clearly suspicious.

The same unwelcoming air surrounded the village as the trio's horses stepped forth into the entrance. Van Helsing looked at his surroundings with grim familiarity. The people in exchange had come to stare at them with cautious looks. The women hid away in a hurry, knowing it would be best not to be involved in men such as him. And the men who knew them by appearance glared. Carl and Van Helsing both got off their steeds, the animals' neighing as they did so.

Pulling his wide – brimmed hat lower so his eyes couldn't be seen very clearly, Van Helsing and Carl both walked up to the middle of the well. The Friar couldn't help but shiver as he saw to the crowd of men holding pitchforks and knives form in a circle around the two. Van Helsing didn't seem to be too affected by this, probably because he was used to it by now. He studied the villagers' expressions and then shouted. "Who is the new leader here?"

The crowd that had been passing about whispers immediately fell silent at Van Helsing's voice. Finally after a few seconds, a man came forth with a look of unfaltering gaze. A pair of intelligent eyes glared with a fury that would have killed a werewolf at where it stood. But if a fight came up,he looked like a man who relied more on his brains and weapons than fighting physically with his foe.

Eyes pierced at the intruders, making Van Helsing and Carl flinch.

He held a pistol now pointed directly at the Hunter's heart.

"Give me a good reason why I shouldn't shoot you right here, Mr. Van Helsing," the leader snarled. The surrounding villagers could only stare at what was about to happen next.

Van Helsing raised an eyebrow at the sight of the pistol pointed directly at him. "I'm here to help."

The leader's eyes searched Van Helsing to and fro in calculation. "You're lying."

"No he is not-!" Carl started but Van Helsing silenced him with a look.

"I have no reason to lie and if I had come to die, than I probably wouldn't have brought a friend along. As I said before, I'm just here to help."

The leader's lips twitched and then he laughed mockingly. "Is that so? Well, I suggest you run off back to where you came because clearly, we do not need your help.-"Van Helsing rolled his eyes; Deja vu... "-Your deeds are of no use to us. Not only have you succeeded in killing our previous leader, but it seems you did not manage to kill the infamous Count Dracula at all. Now we have might a Vampire King on the loose, and it might just as well be your fault, Mr.Van Helsing."

Van Helsing frowned grimly. "That may be so, but we won't be leaving until the problem is cleared."

"You dare bring more chaos to our village?"

"If it will save lives, yes."

The man's face, although contorted with a look of hate towards the Hunter, softened slightly at these words. "We have survived without the Valeriouses since their deaths. Until you have come, our village was at peace in our own ways. But..."

"But?"

"If you pledge yourselves to defeat Dracula— if he's still alive… —then you may stay in our village. And if what you are saying is true, then for all my pride you will have to be welcomed."

Van Helsing nodded. "We will try our best."

He gave the two a cold look of suspicion. Finally after looking at them both, especially at the Hunter, he lowered the pistol and holstered it.

"Good. You and your friend will follow me."

The leader turned his back and started walking, with no signal but the invisible motion to follow. The villagers surrounding them had quickly departed back to where they were, but they kept looking over their backs.

Carl gave a sigh of relief after seeing the weapon vanish from his sight. Van Helsing holstered his weapon, but his gaze was now a look of caution. He pulled the leads to their horses, the beasts obediently following. Carl followed as well, looking a little disturbed as the man in front of them led through a few paths towards the Valerious Manor.

"Are you sure that man in front of us can be trustworthy, Van Helsing?" Carl whispered.

"We'll just have to see, Carl."

"And what if it doesn't work out as well... like-" the Friar hesitated for a moment, "-...before?"

Van Helsing flinched. "It won't."

Carl opened his mouth to ask something else, but this time he knew his big mouth must shut. He stayed silent along the way. He looked around at his surroundings instead. Every step he took made him shiver ever so slightly. It was as if the trees had eyes. Unfortunately at the very second, he caught a glimpse of the forest. The damnable area of trees that had grown and grown, to form itself it's own hollow sancturary. He remembered walking through it and felt the same thump, thump of his own beating heart start to drum uncontrollably again. Shaking his head, the Friar could do nothing but take his mind off of those horrifying memories and stick to a few mathematical equations.

Van Helsing, on the other hand, was thinking of the wealthy young lady that had died the other night. He had gotten a slight glimpse of the article on a crumpled newspaper. Sure, he could have just paid to get a new one. But then his presence would be known. After staying so long in the dark, he couldn't let one slip reveal his whereabouts. Aristocrat; the neck broken. And a mysterious stranger that escorted her to darkness... Van Helsing thought. If it were a vampire, there would have been a trace of a bite mark on the woman's neck. It would be unlike Dracula -if it were him- to not feed upon his victim... unless... He didn't want to be found... Van Helsing concluded.

Why? He could have come out anytime he wanted and terrorized the land again. Instead, he chose to hide.

"We're here." A familiar voice brought both Van Helsing and Carl out of their thoughts. They looked up to see the familiar building in their view. It hadn't changed much, except that it looked... empty.

The man rolled his eyes as he opened the door, "Come'on. Enter or you stay here to freeze."

The door creaked in the stranger's grip, as if denying the fact that their previous masters would never come home ever again. Van Helsing and Carl exchanged looks at each other, before entering the Manor.

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The wind billowed behind their backs, carrying whispers into the air. Whispers that reached the ears of many.

... Unseen by mortal eyes, a familiar face stood a few steps away from the Manor. It had been there for a while now, staring at them. A thin frown reached the drifter's lips... They were not supposed to be here... The drifter, too, was not supposed to exist... It's begun...

A/N: Okay so I decided I'll twist a few things in the plot. Whoever this drifter is, you'll probably know who it is. I hinted it a little in the sentence! ;) If you know, well don't spoil the answer:P Keep it a secret... -mysterious smile and tempts you with a box of chocolates- Please:3