Sing the Devil, Prick the Flesh
A/N: Ok since I'm still bored, I'm gonna keep writing. Sorry if it's bit cruel, but I'm a bit on the Dark Side right now. So careful, or I might shoot the killing curse at you. Anyways, here's the next chapter. Please review! Remember, NO FLAMES!
Summary: AU Van Helsing had failed. He lost Carl, Anna and Frankenstein. Now Van Helsing has no choice but to be Dracula's slave and obey his orders. But still there may be hope... Rated T. Beware.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Van Helsing!
WARNING: There's Violence, Angst and Tragedy! If this isn't your type of story, you should go elsewhere.
Chapter Two - Taming the Wolf
Van Helsing's wounds had healed because of the werewolf venom and he was now dressed as formally as his master was. His hands still wore shackles but he knew if he obeyed Dracula long enough, those will soon be taken off as well.
He had given up trying to escape. Dracula was right about one thing. He did have nowhere else to go. He was a slave. When he was ordered to do something, he obeyed, whether it be to carry an object or to simply look down and never stare at the Son of the Devil whenever Dracula came. Even with his brides and his servant, Igor, who kept poking the electric rod at Van Helsing whenever Igor was in a bad mood. The once great Van Helsing, the legendary monster hunter was now gone. He was just one of Dracula's servants now.
It had been months since he had given in to Dracula. Those days had been the worst out of his entire life. Never had he been treated so horribly, so carelessly. He was scarred both body and soul. His smile had vanished completely, and fresh tears had stained cheeks that were dry. Van Helsing could still hear Dracula's laughter ringing in his ears...
FLASHBACK
"Come, wolf, do you wish to die?" Dracula laughed, spreading out his hands in the air.
He was inside of the dungeon, where Van Helsing was imprisoned. The hunter was naked from head to toe. His clothes had fallen from his body after its harsh treatment onto his feet. His hair was untamed on his shoulders. His eyes strayed from Dracula's gaze, and he flung the food away. He hated the smell of the meat. He always felt thirsty from its odor, and sick at the same time.
The Son of the Devil clicked his tongue in annoyance, grabbing Van Helsing by the neck in a inhuman flash. Van Helsing gasped horribly, choking. He clawed at the hand that held his breath, his legs kicking and thrashing. His eyes glared at the face of his enemy and master.
"You will obey me, werewolf! I will make you feed!" Dracula snarled, and released Van Helsing with a hard jerk. The hunter gasped and gulped the air. But his eyes never left from the Count.
"Or do you want to kill innocents?" Dracula hissed, and Van Helsing's face paled. The Count's immediately felt pleased that he was able to subdue his former friend.
"No...!" Van Helsing screamed out. He wasn't- he would never- and yet, he knew, the Count will make him do anything. The vampire had his will under control.
Dracula smiled out of pure amusement, "If you will not eat out of the bowl, then you might as well eat raw!"
"No! Stop!" Van Helsing yelled, "I will eat the meat that is served! Do not make me kill the lives of innocents!"
"You already have, Gabriel. Your foolishness will effect the humans under your beast's jaw!" Dracula laughed coldly as he walked out of the dungeon, leaving a pale faced Van Helsing, standing helplessly as he fell onto his knees and cried his heart out, calling God for forgiveness...
END OF FLASHBACK
From that day on, Van Helsing had already become Dracula's to command. He had been torn apart by what he had done on those first days, but as he continued to do the same to the poor souls who had been captured and delivered to his cell, he had become numb. He obeyed to absolutely everything Dracula wished to be done. If Dracula ordered him to kill, he would transform at will. He had the privilege to do that now- to change. But only at Dracula's will could he do this. Once in a while, he would be free to hunt and satisfy the thirst of the beast within him.
The world was now dominated by Dracula's hellsome beasts, his children and creations which he called the Dragurs. These were evil creatures that only cared about the pain of others. They had the most disgusting, distorted bodies similar to Igor, with narrowed red eyes and large canines and long claws that stretched to the very edge of the ground. Dracula will order the Dragurs to kill any who disobeyed him and the Dragurs will cut the unfortunate rebels to bits. After that was done, Van Helsing's werewolf side was always the one to clean up the mess by eating the fresh meat and leaving the bones.
Van Helsing's mind now drifted off to the time when he had once, only once, disobeyed Dracula...
FLASHBACK
Van Helsing walked behind Dracula, his head lowered to the ground. He had a chance to kill Dracula now. There were no more chains on his wrists and he could change into a werewolf. He will kill Dracula, for Anna and for Carl. The creature that now stood in front of Dracula had crushed his life, his friends, his love and his hopes. And he will do anything to kill the immortal.
He embraced the werewolf venom, which had been roaring in him to be let out. Immediately, Dracula sensed it and turned to see that Van Helsing was gone, replaced by a huge werewolf that looked down at him with blind fury in its eyes.
Dracula sighed. When was Gabriel ever going to learn? He, Vladislaus Dragulia, had won. He would be master of the world and unleash all the monsters he had dreamed of owning.
With a flick of his finger, the werewolf gave a agonized howl that made Dracula's brides giggle. The edge of Dracula's lips were now curling into a wicked smile. The werewolf seemed to clutch at its heart, the agony in its eyes evident. Soon, the beast shed its fur and replaced it with a screaming Van Helsing, who fell to his knees, his hand on his chest.
Van Helsing felt as if acid had been poured down his throat, and his body burned like a rekindled fire. He would not try again. He did not want to feel this awful pain anymore. He would give in.
"Wolf, this is what you get when you disobey me. Do not let this happen. This would be your first and last warning," Dracula hissed and turned his back at Van Helsing, who moaned as the pain withdrew from him. He panted and clawed at the ground. He will not disobey his master now on...
END OF FLASHBACK
Van Helsing snapped out of it and looked back at his surroundings. He seemed to be back in London again. Dracula and his brides had enjoyed destroying all the buildings, feeding on all the innocents. Some ruthless men and woman joined Dracula's forces and killed all humans in sight, free to do as they pleased. Now there was no people and many had hidden, desperate for their lives. Bodies covered the ground, some were naked because they were either raped or their body had been punctured by many bites from Dracula's merciless vampire children. There were no werewolves except Van Helsing because Dracula was planning on releasing Van Helsing in the lands of America. There Van Helsing could bite anyone he wished and make her his mate.
Dracula and all his evil minions were pleased with their surroundings. He had brought pain and death to London and the Holy Order was no more, he had made sure of that. No one was going to mess with his plans now.
He turned around to his servant, Van Helsing with cold eyes. Van Helsing quickly looked down and bowed. Dracula hid a cruel smile. He had now succeeded in getting his own personal werwolf that would soon be released and would create havoc. He was now used to calling Van Helsing, 'Wolf', instead of his original name, Gabriel. Dracula will call his servants any name he wanted.
"Wolf, I want you to check if there are any survivors. If there is, bring them to me. They will learn to obey me like a king, just like you have, Gabriel," Dracula said and saw Van Helsing jump at the use of his first name. Dracula chuckled to himself and turned his back at Van Helsing.
Van Helsing gave a nod. He was being dismissed. He felt his master release the will for his werewolf self and he immediately changed. His clothes instantly ripped to shreds and the shackles that were on his hands broke, though its remains were still wrapped around his wrists. With that, Van Helsing burst towards what was left of London.