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Van Helsing And The Witch Hunters
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(A/N: Hey, let's get back to this story and see what's happening with our heroes.)
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Chapter 13: Bargains
“Fuck!” Hansel gasped as a flash of pain went through him. That had been an unpleasant way to wake up.
For the most part, he had woken up relatively normally, but as he’d shifted in bed, pain had surged through his head, neck, back, and chest. It served to wake him up fully, and he grumbled as he wondered about the reason as to why he was hurt.
It hadn’t taken him long to remember. He’d been chasing that wood witch through the forest. Suddenly, the trees had begun moving, and then Blair had appeared. After the standard intimidation and warnings tact, she’d sent him crashing into a tree, and that was the last thing he remembered.
Well, at least that explained why he was so sore.
“That damn bitch,” he grunted as he sat up.
He looked around, realizing that he was back in Renfield’s house in his and his sister’s assigned room. He briefly remembered seeing them back in the forest before he had been smacked into that tree. They must have brought him back after he was knocked out. At least that told him that they had been able to take care of the wendigo. Not that he had doubted them.
“Oh, good, you’re up.”
Hansel glanced across the room to see Carl sitting at a desk with his chemistry set arranged in front of him. Hansel raised an eyebrow, wondering why the friar was working in his and Gretel’s room.
Carl waltzed over to him and took hold of his face as he began examining him. “Look at me please. Eyes open. Let me see now.”
He opened the witch hunter’s eyelid, and Hansel shook his head free. “What are you doing?”
“You hit your head pretty hard. You’ve been out for several hours. I need to make sure you don’t have a concussion. Now, eyes on me… Ok, look at my finger, follow its movement.”
Hansel smacked his hand away. “I’m fine. I’ve been through worse than this. I just got careless.”
“Hmm,” Carl muttered as he took a step back. “Well, you seem ok. I would recommend you rest for today, but know you’re not going to listen, so I’ll at least suggest that you take it easy. There’s a bit of bruising to your ribs, but there are no fractures or breaks anywhere from what I can determine.”
“Thank you, doctor,” Hansel mumbled sarcastically. “Where are the others? I assume Van Helsing and my sister took care of that wendigo.”
Carl nodded. “Oh, yes, with some help from Edward. He buried the poor soul last night after he brought you back.”
“Don’t really care,” the witch hunter replied. “He never would have become a wendigo if he hadn’t resorted to cannibalism. Someone like that doesn’t deserve a proper burial.”
He stood up, his hand going to his neck as he cracked it, letting out a relieved groan. He was still incredibly sore, but he could deal with it. He had more important things to do.
“Speaking of cannibalism, I’m starving.” He paused. “That came out wrong. I’m going for breakfast. You coming?”
“Hmm?” Carl responded, seemingly lost in his own thoughts, but then seemed to realize what the witch hunter said. “Oh, yes, right. But, um, before you do that, I have something for you.”
He went over to his chemistry set and began fiddling around with things before letting out a delighted “Ah-ha!”
Returning to Hansel’s side, he held out a syringe. “And here you go. That is for you.”
Hansel raised an eyebrow, hesitantly reaching out and taking the syringe. It looked like his standard insulin injection, and he gave the friar a questioning look. “What’s this?”
Looking very proud of himself, Carl gave the witch hunter a smile. “That, my friend, is the cure to your sugar sickness. I finally worked it out. Or at least got it as close as I could.”
Now both of the witch hunter’s eyebrows rose up into his hairline. “This is going to cure me?”
The friar gave an affirming nod. “Yes.” But then his smile fell slightly and he hesitantly inclined his head. “Well, it should. I’m pretty sure it will.”
Hansel’s questioning look became more skeptical. “Should?”
Carl wobbled his head. “Well, there’s a chance that it might end up killing you instead.”
“A chance!?” Hansel exclaimed. “A chance!?”
Carl held up his hands. “I was going to tell you before you used it. I’m pretty sure it will work though.”
Hansel took a step towards him, holding up the syringe. “You’re pretty sure? How sure?”
Carl looked thoughtful as he took a moment to consider it. “I’ll say… seventy-seven percent, maybe seventy-eight percent.”
“Oh,” Hansel muttered sarcastically. “Well, if it only has a twenty-two or twenty-three percent chance of killing me.”
Looking uncomfortable, the friar began backing away. “Yes, well, there’s always a risk when working with unstable chemicals. But just think about it, no more injections, not more sugar sickness. You’ll be completely cured.”
“Or dead.”
Carl opened his mouth to respond, but then closed it and inclined his head in acknowledgment. “Perhaps. There is a chance, yes, but this was the best I could do I’m afraid. It’s up to you though. Think on it a bit, maybe talk it over with your sister, then make your decision.”
He’d backed up to the door at this point, and slipped out of it before the witch hunter could say anything more. Hansel stared at the open doorway for a few moments before looking back at the syringe. He seemed to be considering it for a few moments before scowling.
“Yeah, I don’t like those odds,” he muttered, and tossed the syringe back onto the bed. “Especially since I already have something that works just fine.”
He exited the room and headed downstairs. He found everyone else in the dining room, seated at the table as Ben stood over a pot hanging over the fire, stirring its contents.
Gretel glanced at him and smiled, looking relieved. “You’re up. How you feeling?”
He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “Like I was slammed into a fucking tree. How do you think?”
Her smile became somewhat amused. “Good thing your head is as hard as rock.”
He scoffed as he made his way over to the table. “Very funny, sis.” He pulled out a chair and sat down. “You certainly look relaxed today.”
Gretel’s smile widened with hidden meaning. “I took the night off from reading the Necronomicon. Now I feel much better.” But then her smile faltered and she sighed. “Which means I need to get back to reading today. God, I am not looking forward to that. Reading that thing gives me the worst headaches.”
Hansel ran a hand through his hair, feeling the large bump that had formed there. “I think I have that beat.”
“Honestly, I really think you don’t,” Gretel said seriously. “I’d allow you to do my job if you were able to so you can see for yourself.”
“Which makes me glad that I can’t,” Hansel replied, then glanced over at Ben. “So, what’s cooking, Benny?”
Looking uncomfortable, the witch hunting apprentice glanced at him. “Porridge. It’ll be ready soon.”
“Great, I’m starved,” Hansel replied, then looked back at the others. “So, what happened last night after I was knocked out?”
Van Helsing’s eyes briefly darted to Gretel, but she just smiled and said nothing, completely unfazed by the question. Looking back at Hansel, he remained as casual as possible as he spoke. “Nothing much. We left the forest after dealing with the wendigo. What happened with the witch?”
Hansel sighed. “Unfortunately, she got away. But something tells me we’ll see her again.”
Gretel pulled out a dagger, twirled it around, then stabbed it into the table. “I intend to. Once we deal with Blair, we’ll hunt her down, along with any other witches that might be around.”
Renfield stared at the dagger in his table in disapproval, then cleared his throat. Gretel glanced at him and his eyes went from her to the dagger.
“Sorry,” she muttered, pulling it out.
Carl glanced out the window. It was still raining outside, coming down just as hard as ever. “It may be hard to do any kind of hunting with this rain; witch hunting or otherwise.”
Sitting at the head of the table, Edward looked out the window and grunted. “Enchanted rain.”
Carl glanced at him questioningly. “What do you mean?”
It was Renfield who answered though. “I think he’s right. I’ve never seen it rain this hard for this long. Never. We’re getting flooding in certain areas that have never flooded before. This isn’t a normal rain storm.”
Gretel exchanged a look with her brother, both of them seemingly coming to the same conclusion.
“Weather control,” Hansel said. “A witch is making it rain like this.”
“Blair has been keeping it indefinitely cloudy around here so the sun won’t harm her,” Gretel reminded him. “She could be the one making it rain.”
“That would rapidly drain her energy though,” Van Helsing pointed out as he got involved in the conversation. “Even if she is the grand high witch, could she afford to waste magic like that when she’s so close to giving birth?”
“There could also be a water witch,” Ben said from over the pot. “With the power they have over water, it’ll be easier for one of them to make it rain like this without draining them as fast since their magic is water based.”
The others considered this, exchanging curious looks, and Carl caught on to their silent communication. “So you think there is one around here then?”
Van Helsing sighed. “It’s possible. We shouldn’t rule it out. If there is, that means we have at least three witches to deal with; Blair, the wood witch, and the water witch.”
Renfield sank into his chair. “Good lord, three more. At least.” He shook his head. “I’m so sorry. I wish I had known all this before I called you here.”
“It’s fine,” Van Helsing replied. “You were doing what you could with the information you had.”
“We can handle a few more witches than what we were initially expecting,” Hansel told the historian. Then his brow furrowed in thought. “Which reminds me, what was the wood witch doing here last night?”
As the others began filling him in on what had happened in regards to Mrs. Hendricks, Ben nervously began to dash out the porridge. Once he filled all the bowls, he stared at them for a few moments before reaching into his pocket and taking out the small vial containing the love potion Blair had given him. He remembered her words from the other night and glanced back at the table. He stared longingly at Gretel as she spoke to her brother, noting how close she seemed to be sitting next to Van Helsing.
As much as it hurt to admit, she would never look at him the way he wanted her to. He could never measure up to a man like Van Helsing, or any kind of man Gretel typically went for; it just wasn’t in his nature, despite his desire to be a witch hunter. Even if he could, he just wasn’t her type. She cared about him, he knew that, but not in the way he wanted. She would always think of him like a little brother; she would never see him in a romantic light. And that hurt.
But that was why Blair had approached him to offer him this deal. The key to obtaining what he desired literally rested in the palm of his hand inside this little vial. Ben took a deep breath, unable to believe this was actually happening. He knew better than to trust a witch. What she had suggested he do was so wrong, so very wrong.
“And you’re sure she didn’t sign the book?” Hansel asked seriously. “You got to her in time?”
Van Helsing nodded. “We’re sure. She didn’t sign it.”
“Even if we didn’t make it in time to stop her, I don’t think she would have done it,” Gretel added. “It was just taking her a few moments to fully process what was happening since she was so distraught.”
Hansel grunted as he gave an understanding nod. “Guess we can’t blame her for that. Losing a son has got to be hard.”
Gretel nodded in agreement. “There’s nothing we can do for her grief, but we can at least make sure Blair can never hurt anyone else again.”
“And I’d like to get started as soon as possible,” Hansel replied. He glanced back at Ben. “Hey, Benny boy, how’s that porridge coming?”
Ben had jumped at the sound of his name. “It’ll just be a second.”
A few moments later. He carried the tray over to the table and began setting the bowls in front of each of them before taking a seat himself. As all those present began to eat, Ben sat in silence as he watched Gretel, an uncomfortable feeling coiling in his gut for what was to come.
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The rain didn’t stop. It continued to come down all day in abundance The roads were flooded in near ankle-deep water. There was no longer any doubt that a witch was the cause.
After breakfast, Gretel had once again gone back to reading the Necronomicon with Renfield taking notes for her, but she had yet to come across anything more about the Antichrist. Hansel and Van Helsing had remained at the ready in case Edward raised the alarm as he patrolled the town, not bothered by the rain. And with Carl having come up with a cure for Hansel’s sugar sickness, or at least gotten as close to a cure as he could, he was able to help Ben with finding the location to Blair’s lair.
Predictably, they had been unsuccessful with the maps, even with Carl now donating his full attention to them. Even after attempting to make up patterns of how the forest changed, they were unsuccessful.
Ben in particular was on edge, his thoughts constantly returning to what had happened at breakfast, and what he now had to do tonight. Their sleep schedule had been thrown off after the events with the wendigo, and they now found themselves properly active during the day instead of sleeping through it the way they had been over the last few days.
But now night had fallen, and Ben stood by himself just outside of the town, the forest only a few dozen yards away. He would have been covered in a nervous sweat had the rain not been pouring down on him. Even out here, there was a great deal of flooding, the water level currently almost halfway up to his knees.
He looked around nervously. There was no real place to hide out here, excluding the few random trees sticking up here and there. And knowing what was coming, Ben very much wanted to hide. He stood his ground though, reminding himself that this was something he had to do, that he had no choice, that he was an apprentice witch hunter, and that meant he had to be brave.
He felt his courage falter though as he witnessed Blair emerge from the forest, walking on top of the water as if it were solid ground, and no rain falling around her, letting her stay dry. Unsurprisingly, she was in her true form, not even bothering with her human disguise as she had initially been the previous night, though it seemed she was still magically hiding her pregnancy.
She approached with an arrogant grin on her face, and she wasn’t alone. Accompanying her was another witch, one that seemed to be covered in sea growth, and had numerous sea life parts. It seemed that their suspicions of there being a water witch involved was right after all if the appearance of this new witch was anything to go by. Unlike Blair, the rain fell freely on her, drenching her.
Ben swallowed nervously as the two witches approached, gripping the contents in his arms tightly. The first was a book bound in leather, protecting it from the rain. The second was a box, the very the one Van Helsing had brought along. Blair’s eyes landed on them, and her grin widened.
“So,” she said as she and the water witch came to a stop in front of him, “I see you made your decision.”
Ben steeled his nerves as he attempted to find his voice. “I did. And damn you for putting this on me.”
Blair cackled. “I already am. But don’t feel too bad, I would have eventually gotten what I wanted one way or another. Now you’ve gotten something out of this as well. Just remember that if you start to feel guilty when you’re between your witch hunter’s legs.” She glanced at the water witch with a grin. “Lust is such a useful motivation, is it not?”
The water witch snickered in response. This only seemed to anger Ben though, aiding him in finding his courage. “Don’t talk about Gretel like that! What I feel for her is more than mere lust. I love her!”
“I’m sure you do,” Blair replied uncaringly. “And now she will love you as well. Such a useless emotion. But now, it’s time to fulfill your end of the bargain.” She motioned for him to turn over the items he held. “Hand them over.”
Ben looked down to the box and book he held, then back at Blair. She caught the defiant look on his face, but this only seemed to amuse her.
“I understand your reluctance,” she told him, “but need I remind you that we made a deal. If you don’t fulfill your end of the bargain, you will die, and I’ll simply take them off your corpse. Just think about the confidence you have in your friends that you’ll still be able to stop me. Now, hand them over.”
Ben glared at her for a few moments before tossing the box to her. Blair caught it and grinned, then motioned for him to hand over the book.
The witch hunting apprentice hesitated. “You’re not even going to check to make sure that whatever’s in there is really what you want?”
Blair’s eyes narrowed slightly. “If it’s not, then you failed to fulfill your side of the bargain and will perish.”
Ben nodded. “I know the terms of our deal, and I don’t want to die. That’s why I want you to check and make sure it’s actually what you wanted.”
Blair’s frustration seemed to lessen. “I see. Looking out for your own well-being. I should have expected as much.”
“I don’t want to die,” he repeated, then nodded towards the box. “I couldn’t get the key from Van Helsing to unlock the chain though.”
“It is not necessary,” Blair replied, and ran her hand over the box.
The lock and chain immediately began to rust. In a matter of seconds, both the chain and the lock crumbled into dust, washed away by the rain. Grinning, Blair grabbed the top of the box and pulled it open.
The moment the lid was opened, the box exploded. Blair was blasted off her feet from the explosion, the water witch next to her getting knocked over as well. The sound of the blast was the signal, and Van Helsing, Gretel, and Hansel rose up from beneath the water, having been laying down to submerge themselves with a reed in each of their mouths for them to breathe through.
As Van Helsing rose to his feet, he raised his crossbow, pointing it at Blair while she was down, and began firing. Miniature silver stakes flew in a stream at the vampire-witch as he aimed for her heart the best he could giving the situation.
Before the stakes could find their mark, the water witch acted, Raising her wand, a length of coral with shells and barnacles fused to it, she caused a wall of water to rise up in front of them. It froze into a wall of ice, and the stakes became embedded in it. Van Helsing growled in annoyance and lowered his crossbow as the opportunity to strike was lost.
“Damn,” Gretel swore, “I thought we had her.”
Behind the wall of ice, Blair rose to her feet and stepped out from behind it. She was covered in burns from the explosion with portions of her body blown off, including half of her arm and her hand. But then, right before the hunters’ very eyes, her injuries healed, including her missing limbs growing back. She was absolutely livid.
“You miserable bastards!” she seethed. “You thought you could ambush me!?”
Hansel wobbled his head. “We had to lure you out of hiding somehow. You actually provided us with the perfect opportunity.”
“And the perfect cover,” Gretel added, splashing the water with her foot. “By making it rain so much, we could actually hide under the water, plus the sound of the rainfall hid our heartbeats from your vampire hearing.”
Blair gritted her teeth angrily, and suddenly her wand was in her hand. She pointed it at Ben, and the book he held flew out of his hands and into hers. She tore the leather binding off to reveal, not the Necronomicon, but a normal book taken from Renfield’s library.
With a snarl, Blair threw the book down and glared at Ben. “We made a deal! You went back on it! As per the conditions, you will die!”
Reaching into his pocket, Ben pulled out the vial she had given him, unopen and unused, holding it up for her to see. “Not if I didn’t actually use this.”
It had taken him a whole ten seconds after Blair had given him the vial to decide that there was no way in hell that he would ever use it on Gretel. While he believed she had been truthful with him about what it would do, the deadly binding agreement she had put in place assuring that, he would never settle for false love, or even love born from false love, nor could he ever bring himself to do something like that to Gretel. And even if he could, it would mean providing Blair with what she would need to bring forth the Antichrist, which would doom the world.
But he had also acknowledged the opportunity that had been presented. They now had a way to lure Blair out of hiding. So he had told the others what had happened at breakfast. The reason he had been so nervous was because he that they might ask him about the love potion and why Blair gave it to him, which would mean confessing his feelings for Gretel. Not only would that be difficult on its own if only she were present, but having her brother, Van Helsing, and the others there would have made it even more uncomfortable, especially in light of what he had seen the monster hunter and Gretel doing last night.
Fortunately, they hadn’t inquired that much about Blair’s end of the bargain, and so the love potion hadn’t even been mentioned, let alone Ben’s feelings. They had been more interested in what Blair wanted from him instead. The Necronomicon was likely a given, being what it was, but there was a good chance that this meant that there was indeed something written in it that would tell Blair how to bring the Antichrist to life once she gave birth.
As for the contents of the box Van Helsing had brought, if Blair wanted it, then it seemed that Renfield’s theory about it possibly being used to bring down the Antichrist was correct.
So they had come up with a plan, setting a trap for Blair for when she came to the meeting place, using a decoy book in place of the Necronomicon, and a similar box with explosives inside it that was rigged to go off once the box was opened. Once they were in position, the hunters had then submerged themselves, using the reeds to breathe. The murky water had hidden them from view and covered their scent, and as Gretel pointed out, the rain covered up the sound of their heartbeats from Blair’s sensitive ears. Unfortunately, there had been no place for Edward to hide, the water not yet being deep enough, so he had stayed behind in town.
Of course, being submerged as they were, the hunters were unable to see or hear what was happening. This was the secondary purpose of the explosion. Not only did it harm Blair, it was loud enough to be heard under the water, letting the hunters know it was time to attack, and they had risen up to deliver the finishing blow while Blair was down. And the plan had almost worked, had it not been for the interference of the water witch.
In an act of defiance, Ben threw the vial at Blair, and it splashed into the water at her feet. The moment he threw it away, the rings around their wrists symbolizing their bargain faded away.
Blair’s face twisted into an angry snarl and she screeched in rage, her mouth stretching open and her teeth stretching into fangs. She pointed her wand at Ben and launched a spell, but Gretel quickly stepped in front of him, and the magic bounced harmlessly off her. The witch hunter then threw one of the daggers in her hands at her, but Blair deflected it with a wave of her wand. Hansel and Van Helsing raised their shotgun and crossbow and fired, but Blair caused another wall of water to rise up and freeze in front of her.
From behind the wall of ice, the hunters watched as her distorted image changed into her bat form. She then shot up into the air, snarling down at them.
Glancing at the water witch, she pointed her wand at the hunters. “Deal with these tricksters!”
Van Helsing directed his crossbow up at her and began firing. Blair took off, maneuvering around the stream of stakes as they flew at her. She gave one last vicious screech before disappearing into the night.

(A/N: a, did you think that Ben was actually going to betray everyone and use the love potion? Nope, he used it to his advantage in order for them to set a trap for Blair. And darn, it was almost successful. And now she's escaped, and they have to deal with the water witch, in a very watery environment. Even if they're successful though, they'll just be back to square one. And speaking of success, it looks like Carl managed to create a cure for Hansel. Now if only the risk of death to use it wasn't so high. What's going to happen next? Stay tuned.)
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