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Van Helsing And The Witch Hunters
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(A/N: Wow, longest chapter yet. I didn't expect that, but once I start writing, sometimes I just can't stop. We've got a real action-packed chapter, so I hope you're excited for it, and a big twist coming up. Oops, spoilers.)
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Chapter 14: All Washed Up
Hansel swore. The plan had failed. It had been a good one, but it had failed, and Blair was gone again. But at least they could take out this water witch.
“Guess we’ll take the consolation prize,” he muttered, aiming his shotgun at her.
Before he could fire, the water witch raised her arm and tentacles in the air. The water exploded all around them, launching Ben and the three hunters into the air. They splashed back down a moment later and a swooping sound was heard. Then they saw the water witch up in the air, riding on her broomstick. Her tentacles coiled around the length of the broom as her hand pointed her wand into the air.
“You will pay for you deceit,” she told them as water spewed from her mouth with each word.
She began chanting as she twirled her wand around in the air. Then she pointed it at the ground and drew a circle. A spray of water flew up, following the movement of her wand. She then drew a star, the spray also following her wand’s movement. She chanted a few more words as she made some more motions with her wand, and then flicked it into the air.
Walls of water rose up in the shape of a pentagram, then dropped back down. The hunters and Ben looked around, expecting something to appear.
“Ben, stay back,” Hansel warned the apprentice. “She did something.”
Up above, the witch laughed, but the hunters kept their eyes on their surroundings, not sure what to expect.
A series of small bubbles rose up from under the water and began moving along. There was sign of movement, as if something large was swimming just beneath the surface. That was impossible though, the water was too shallow; the hunters had just barely managed to conceal themselves when lying down.
“Something’s here,” Van Helsing warned unnecessarily.
“Yeah, no shit,” Gretel growled. She looked up at the witch. “What did you do, bitch?”
The witch cackled. “I brought a little friend for you to play with.”
Hansel pointed his shotgun up at her. “Play with this!”
The witch flicked her wand as he fired. The rain came together beneath her and froze, shielding her from the gunshot blast. The platform of ice then dropped down, and the hunters scrambled out of the way before it fell on them.
The witch laughed. “You can’t beat a water witch in her element.”
Hansel glared up at her. “Tell that to the ones we killed.”
“Hansel,” Gretel called, pointing behind him.
He turned around, pointing his shotgun. He caught a brief glimpse of a dark amphibious head before it disappeared underwater.
“The hell was that?” he wondered out loud, looking around in the water for any sign of the creature.
Suddenly, something grabbed his foot and he was yanked down beneath the water’s surface. Somehow, he was completely underwater, as if he were in a deep lake, the water so deep he couldn’t even touch the bottom.
Something was down here with him. It had hold of him, grabbing at him and pushing him down. Hansel struggled against it, trying to fight back, and the creature clawed at him. He cried out as he felt its claws cut into his arm, and the water turned red with his blood.
Pulling away, he took his shotgun and slammed the butt of it into the creature’s head. He heard an inhuman cry ring out as it pulled back, and its blurry form swam off.
He didn’t bother with it, and instead kicked to the surface. He burst up, taking a gulp of air. Gretel and Van Helsing hurried to his side, grabbing hold of him as he struggled to swim.
“What happened?” Gretel demanded.
Hansel wiped the water from his face, a futile attempt with how heavy it was raining. “I don’t know. I was pulled under and then…”
He trailed off as he realized that he was no longer swimming, and that the water was shallow again.
“What pulled you under?” Van Helsing asked.
Hansel shook his head. “I don’t know. I couldn’t get a good look at it. Probably whatever that thing was that was watching us. What the hell was that thing?”
The water suddenly exploded, and a dark humanoid shape leapt over their heads before splashing back into the water.
“What the hell was that?” Hansel asked again.
The witch laughed. “Your new playmate. Have any of you heard of the creature from the Black Lagoon?”
Gretel’s brow furrowed. “The what?”
“The creature from the Black Lagoon,” Van Helsing replied. “The Vatican has been getting reports of a Gill-man that had begun attacking people and abducting women in the Amazon. The Order was gathering more information on it to plan a mission.”
“Looks like the mission has come to you,” Hansel told him, and then suddenly cried out. “Oh, shit!”
Van Helsing and Gretel turned to where he was looking to see the creature’s head poking out of the water from the eyes up. It approached them like an alligator or a crocodile would its prey, then suddenly lunged for Gretel. It grabbed hold of her leg and began pulling at her. She grabbed onto Van Helsing for support, and the monster hunter took a step towards her and kicked the creature in the head.
With a pained cry, the creature let go, and then disappeared beneath the water again. Gretel regained her balance and her hand went to her side, unsheathing the sword she had brought with her. Hansel stood up, and the three hunters stood back-to-back, looking for any sign of the creature.
“She enchanted the water,” Hansel told them. “It’s depths changes. That’s how that thing is swimming around like this.”
“The water’s probably connected to whatever body of water it’s in,” Van Helsing theorized. “Ben, better get up high; we don’t know where it’s going to come popping out.”
From up in the tree he had climbed, Ben waved down to them. “I’m already on it. I’ll be your lookout.”
Gretel’s eyes scanned the water, looking for any sign of the creature. “I don’t think that’ll be of much help.”
They continued looking around, seeing nothing. But after a few moments of searching, the water exploded, and the creature jumped out. Rather than splashing back down this time, it landed on two feet in water that was now shallow.
The hunters finally got a good look at the creature, and Van Helsing saw that it was indeed the Gill-man the Vatican had been getting reports of. At least it matched the sketches of it they had received from those who had sighted it. It resembled a humanoid amphibian, like some kind of salamander or toad that had taken on a human shape. It was dark green in color, almost looking black in the darkness of night, and it had long, lethal looking claws at the end of its webbed hands. It had large yellow eyes and thick, purplish-red lips that opened to reveal razor sharp teeth.
The Gill-man roared at them, and Hansel pointed his shotgun at it and fired. The bullet struck the Gill-man in its right breast, and it jolted back, but it seemed the creature had very thick skin, as the bullet didn’t do anywhere as much damage as it would have on a person.
With an inhuman cry, the Gill-man charged at them. Van Helsing began firing stakes into it, but it kept coming, diving at the monster hunter. It tackled him to the ground, and he found himself submerged, just as Hansel had been. It began dragging him down, and Van Helsing reached out, feeling for one of the stakes he had shot it with. His hand landed on one, and he began jiggling it.
A snarl escaped the Gill-man, and it sank its teeth into Van Helsing’s side. It bit straight through his jacket, and a cry of pain escaped the monster hunter. He let out another pained grunt as he hit the bottom of whatever body of water they were now in, and the Gill-man thrashed its head about as it kept its fangs buried in Van Helsing’s flesh.
Unable to get a shot on the creature as things were, Van Helsing instead used his crossbow to hit the Gill-man on the head. It took several hits before it finally let him go and swam off. Van Helsing immediately kicked off the bottom, swimming up to the surface. He was almost there when he was yanked back down, and he looked down to see the Gill-man holding his leg, pulling him back down.
He kicked down at it, hitting the Gill-man’s hands and face until it released him, and he pointed his crossbow down at it. Just as the Gill-man made to grab him again, he began firing. The water slowed the stakes down, but they still embedded into the Gill-man. It recoiled, letting out a croaking sound, and swam off.
Van Helsing swam up and broke the surface, taking a large gulp of air, and suddenly found himself able to stand again. Hansel and Gretel rushed to over to him, standing on either side of him as they looked around for the Gill-man.
“You alright?” Hansel asked.
Van Helsing coughed and sputtered, then winced as he placed his hand over the bite. “I’ll be fine.” He hissed as he stood up. “Damn thing bit me.”
“It bit you?” Gretel asked in concern.
“I’ll be fine,” the monster hunter repeated. “A werewolf’s bite hurts a lot more.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m more concerned about it possibly being venomous.”
That made more sense. “I don’t think so. None of the reports mentioned it as being venomous, and all the deaths from it were either from drowning or mutilation.”
“A fate that will soon befall each of you!” the witch called down to them.
She waved her wand and an enormous wave rose up. It stretched higher than the hunters’ heads, then broke over them. All three were knocked down, but they quickly scrambled to get up. Gretel used her sword as support, and as she rose, the Gill-man popped its head out and began inching closer to her.
Gretel saw it coming and pushed herself to her feet. She raised her sword as it approached, but a tentacle of water shot out and coiled around her hand before freezing. Gretel threw a glare at the witch before she began attempting to pull her hand free of the ice.
Hansel’s gaze went from his sister to the Gill-man as it swam towards her. Raising his shotgun, he made his way over to it to get a better shot, but then lost his balance and nearly fell over as the witch pointed her wand at him and the water around his feet froze to ice.
Pulling out a dagger, Gretel began stabbing at the ice frozen around her other hand as her eyes darted back and forth between the ice and the Gill-man. “Someone get this fucking thing away from me!”
“Hang on,” Van Helsing told her as he took careful aim with his crossbow to hit the Gill-man right between the eyes.
Up above, the witch waved her wand. A massive stream of water shot up and slammed into the monster hunter, carrying him off before slamming him down. Gretel swore as she looked back at the Gill-man, which had risen an inch or two more from the water, as if it were preparing to leap at her.
“Get the hell away from me!” she shouted at it, and kicked outward.
Her foot hit the Gill-man in the face. It snarled and pulled back, but then went for her again, more aggressively this time, only to receive another kick to the head.
It resubmerged, and Gretel went back to stabbing at the ice, finally managing to tear her hand free. Hansel was having less success as he tried futilely to pull his feet out of the ice.
“God damn it, this fucking ice!” he snapped in frustration.
“Hang on,” Gretel told him and marched over.
She raised her sword to stab into the ice to split it apart. Before she could, the Gill-man burst up from behind her and grabbed her. It attempted to pull her under, but Hansel reached out and grabbed her. She grabbed onto him as well, trying to shake the Gill-man off.
Van Helsing had been searching for his crossbow, having dropped it after being carried off by the stream of water. He decided to ditch it for now though, and instead pulled out one of his pistols and buzz saws. He hurried over to the witch hunting siblings and activated the buzz saw. Swiping it through the air, he severed one of the Gill-man’s hands from its wrist.
The Gill-man roared loudly and let Gretel go before disappearing beneath the surface again. Its hand still clung to her though, and she pulled it off and tossed it away. “Thanks.”
“How about I thank you too when you get me out of here,” Hansel exclaimed in frustration.
“Yes, hold on,” Gretel grumbled, and raised her sword again.
“Incoming!” Van Helsing announced.
A large wall of water had risen up and was now coming at them, courtesy of the water witch. It slammed into the hunters, washing Van Helsing and Gretel away while Hansel remained stuck where he was, frozen in place by the ice surrounding his feet and legs.
“Fuck this,” he growled, pushing himself up and rising to his feet.
Taking his shotgun, he pointed it at the ice, wary of his feet, and fired. The ice split apart, and he pulled his legs free, kicking away the residue of ice that still clung to him. He smirked at having gotten free, but then the water exploded behind him as the Gill-man leapt out at him.
He was tackled to the ground with the Gill-man on top of him, and they once more fell into deep water. The Gill-man remained on his back, attempting to wrestle him down deeper, but with it being down a hand, it found it difficult. Hansel attempted to throw it off, but it clung to him.
Having inhaled a bunch of water when he went down, Hansel’s main priority was to get to the surface, and he attempted to do so as the Gill-man hung onto him. As he kicked for the surface, he saw a pair of boots run over up above. From down here, it looked as if they were standing on empty space.
He didn’t care though as he reached up, grabbing the person’s boots, startling them in the process. Using them for leverage, he pulled himself up, breaking the surface of the water and taking a deep breath. He saw that the person he had grabbed onto was Gretel. The Gill-man was still on his back, and it took notice of her too, roaring at her.
Without hesitation, Gretel raised her sword and stabbed it directly into the Gill-man’s mouth. The blade went down its throat and burst out its back, and a gurgling sound escaped it, its hold on Hansel going slack a few moments later. Gretel pulled her sword free, and the Gill-man fell limply over her brother. Hansel pushed it off him, and the Gill-man rolled into the water. It floated there for a few seconds before sinking beneath the surface and disappearing.
Hansel breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at his sister. “I owe you one, sis.”
She smirked at him. “You owe me more than one.”
He raised an eyebrow at her. “Do you really want to get technical with the number of times we’ve saved each other?”
Van Helsing came sloshing through the water over to them. “Worry about that later. We’re not done here yet.”
All three of them looked up to the witch as she hovered above them. Hansel got to his feet and held his hands out in challenge. “Got any other friends for us to play with?”
Up above, the witch grinned as well as she was able to with her bizarre mouth. “As a matter of fact, I do.” She waved her wand, and a circular wall of water rose up around the hunters before expanding outward and then dropping down. “The ocean is full of all kinds of surprises.”
Gretel glared at her brother, and he gave her a questioning look. “What?”
“You had to provoke her?” she snapped. “I don’t want to have to worry about a big shark or a killer whale coming up beneath us.”
The witch cackled, spewing out water. “You think so small. I have something much bigger in mind.”
Van Helsing pointed his pistol up at her, but didn’t bother firing, knowing there wouldn’t be a point since she would just use the water to deflect it and he would only be wasting his ammo. “What did you do?”
The witch just laughed and didn’t respond. The hunters exchanged uncertain looks, then quickly pointed their weapons down at the water, wondering what other kind of monstrosity would come popping out. It was impossible to see through the murkiness though, and with the witch manipulating the depth, there was no telling what they should expect.
Suddenly, something coiled around Van Helsing’s lower body, wrapping around his leg, up to his waist, and yanked him under. He got a mouthful of water, and tasted salt, letting him know that he was suddenly somehow in the ocean, and was being whipped around by something very large.
Wasting no time, he activated his buzz saw. Reaching down, he began cutting through whatever it was that had ahold of him. He felt himself cut through it completely, and then he was no longer being swung around. Once he gained control of his momentum and regained his bearings, he swam for the surface. He felt himself weighed down though, because whatever had wrapped around him still had ahold of him.
He burst up from underwater, coughing and sputtering, several yards from where he had been yanked under. Hansel and Gretel hurried over to him, the former holding out a hand to help him up. “You alri– The hell is that!?”
Van Helsing looked down to see what appeared to be a giant octopus tentacle wrapped around his leg and waist. He stood up, peeling it off of himself, the suction cups making popping noises as he pulled them away.
“That is what grabbed you?” Hansel asked.
Gretel’s eyes narrowed. “I’m sick of these things dragging us under.”
Hansel glanced at her. “You haven’t been dragged under once.”
“It was close enough.”
“Stay alert,” Van Helsing interrupted their bickering. “If this thing is what I think it is, then–”
From behind them, a massively large octopus tentacle rose up into the air. It must have stretched at least a good fifty feet into the air before it stopped.
“What is that?” Gretel exclaimed.
Before Van Helsing had a chance to answer, the tentacle came down towards them like a falling tree. They dove out of the way, and the tentacle splashed down, sending up walls of water as it disappeared beneath the surface.
Hansel sat up, wiping water out of his face. “What is it?” he demanded.
“The Kraken,” Van Helsing replied as he pushed his wet hair out of his face. “It’s the Kraken.”
“The Kraken?” Gretel repeated. “That giant octopus sea monster that’s 1,400 feet long and is known for attacking ships? That thing is real? I thought it was a myth.”
Suddenly, several more tentacles began rising up a distance away. They began waving and slithering around, as if they were searching.
“Apparently not,” said Hansel, and raised his shotgun.
He began firing at the tentacles. The bullets blasted into the tentacles, and they recoiled. Van Helsing began firing his pistol as well, and the Kraken eventually retracted its tentacles, and they disappeared underwater.
“It’ll be back,” the monster hunter stated. “It’s so big that those will hardly amount to bee stings.”
Gretel glanced up at the witch. “We can handle a water witch, but we’re not equipped to deal with this beast.”
“I don’t think anyone is,” Hansel grumbled.
The witch laughed. “Be glad that is all I have summoned. If it were possible, I would bring forth the creature you call the SCP-169.”
Hansel’s face scrunched up in confusion. “The hell is that supposed to be?”
“A giant marine arthropod in the southern Atlantic Ocean estimated to be between anywhere from 2,000 to 8,000 kilometer in length,” Van Helsing replied.
Hansel stared at him for a few moments before glancing at his sister. “We need to expand our knowledge of the ocean.”
Gretel nodded in agreement as she looked down at the water. “Especially if water witches can connect to it like this.”
The witch laughed once more. “You won’t need to worry about that, because this is where you will die. There’s no escaping the Kraken. You never know when or where it will strike next. This is your punishment for attacking my mistress!”
Van Helsing fired at her. Just as he thought she would, she used the water around her to deflect the bullets. Then she pointed her wand in the air. A mass of raindrops stopped their descent, stretched out, and then froze into icicles. The witch pointed her wand at the hunters, and the icicles flew down at them.
They made a run for it as the icicles came flying at them. The nearly knee-deep water made it difficult to run, and Hansel ended up tripping. Fortunately, it was just clear of the flying icicles. Unfortunately, he was in range enough for one of them embedded into his leg.
“Mother fucker!” he cried in pain. Reaching down, he ripped the two inches of ice out of his leg. “I’m gonna kill that bitch.”
Laughing, the witch began twirling her wand over her head. Down below, the water began swirling around the hunters as they helped Hansel to his feet. A current started, and soon a whirlpool began forming around them, the circumference expanding. The water was still shallow though, but the current began to make it hard to stand still. Then it began rising, as if forming a water spout that surrounded the hunters.
The witch continued laughing as she proceeded to swirl her wand around above her, causing the water spout to rise higher. Suddenly, gunshots rang out, and bullets slammed into the witch, making her cry out. She fell sideways off her broom, but managed to hold on with one of her tentacles, and was left dangling in the air as down below, the water spout collapsed.
From up in the tree where he had taken the shot, Ben aimed at the tentacle holding onto the broom and fired. The witch cried out as the bullet severed her tentacle, the end remaining coiled around her broom, and she splashed down into the water, her broom splashing down next to her a few seconds later.
She rose to her feet with an angry snarl, turning furiously towards Ben. She pointed her wand at him, but then was hit by more gunfire as Van Helsing fired upon her. She jolted back with each bullet that struck her, but then his pistol clicked empty.
Turning to the hunters, she flicked her wand in their direction. Streams of water began erupting in their direction, freezing into spikes. The hunters leapt out of the way to avoid being skewered. With another wave of her wand, she caused a wall of water to rise up behind them and then fall over them.
The wave washed them towards the witch, and she thrust her arm and tentacles out, sending the wave bursting backwards, and the hunters were sent flying back. As they got to their feet, Gretel pulled out her dagger and threw it at the witch. She motioned upward with her wand, and a lengthy wall of water rose up in front of her and froze, and the knife stabbed into it.
“I’m charging the town extra for this one,” Hansel growled.
“Imagine doing this for free,” Van Helsing commented.
Before they could decide how to attack next, Ben’s voice called out to them. “Hello! I need some help!”
They looked towards the witch hunting apprentice. And saw the Kraken’s tentacles creeping up the tree he was in.
“Shit,” Gretel swore. “What now?”
“You’re going over that ice wall,” Hansel replied.
Van Helsing wasn’t sure how that was going to work, but the twins were in sync with each other and seemed to know what the other was thinking. Hansel rushed over to the ice wall, but instead of going around it, he came to a stop in front of it and got down on one knee. Gretel rushed at him and leapt up. Hansel cupped his hands together in front of him and she stepped up onto them, allowing him to hoist her up so she could jump clear over the ice wall.
The witch looked up in surprise as Gretel came flying over the top of the ice wall. She raised her sword to stab it down into the witch as she came down at her, but the witch flicked her wand, and a stream of water flew up at Gretel and splashed into her face. The witch then leapt back, avoiding the blade as it stabbed into the ground.
Rather than landing, Gretel splashed down on her side. The water that the witch had splashed into her face completely surrounded her head, remaining attached to her like a mask, completely covering her face. Gretel attempted to claw at it, but it was a liquid and she couldn’t grab it.
The witch laughed as she watched Gretel drown. “You hunters are too cocky. Our magic may not affect you, but it can affect everything around you.”
A gunshot rang out, the bullet hitting the witch in the back, and she spun around and fell over from the impact. Hansel had come around the side of the ice wall, and was now pointing his shotgun at her. He briefly glanced at Gretel, seeing the ball of water around her head that she futilely tried to get off, then looked back at the witch.
“Let her go, bitch,” he demanded.
Instead, the witch let out a snarl and pointed her wand at him. Hansel attempted to fire, but his gun didn’t go off. He saw why a moment later. Ice was forming over his shotgun, preventing it from firing. He swore as he futilely pulled the trigger several more times. But then the ice began forming over his body, the water soaking him freezing too, trapping him in place.
“Shit,” he swore again. “I should have just blown your head off.”
The witch sneered at him. “Yes, you should have. You got careless.”
More gunfire was heard, and the witch’s body jolted as she was riddled with bullets. Van Helsing had come around the other side of the ice wall and was firing at her. The witch went down, but as she fell, she flicked her wand. A geyser of water erupted beneath Van Helsing, launching him into the air.
He splashed back down, but immediately began getting to his feet again, holding out his gun. As he did though, a wave rose up and crashed over him. And once it did, like Gretel, he had a mass of water surrounding his head.
The witch cackled. “I got you.” Her eyes darted to the tree Ben was in, seeing that the Kraken’s tentacles had chased him all the way to the top and were still seeking him out. “I got all of you.”
Getting to her feet, she turned to Hansel, who was now almost completely covered in a layer of ice, which was slowly creeping over his face. Sneering, the witch approached him as he struggled to get free. But with the rain coming down, the bits of ice that cracked and fell off from his struggles just froze over.
“It seems you’ve lost,” she told him. “But that’s what you get for underestimating us. Did you think I used all this magic to flood everything for my own amusement? We were setting the stage for our victory. How ironic that you thought you were setting a trap for us, but in the end, it was I who trapped you. Now there is nothing that can get in my mistress’ way.”
She glanced at Gretel and Van Helsing as they continued to drown, then at Ben, who was trying to avoid the Kraken’s tentacles. Chuckling, she looked back at Hansel, getting right up close to him.
“Your sister and monster hunter friend will drown soon,” she told him. “And I will present their bodies to my mistress as a gift. As for your little apprentice, he’ll make a nice snack for the Kraken.”
Water escaped her mouth as she spoke, splashing Hansel in the face, and he scowled in disgust. “Anyone ever tell you that you spit when you talk? And you smell like rotten fish guts.”
The witch just grinned. “As for you, I think we’ll do something special with you. Perhaps I’ll summon forth some mermaids and turn you over to them. I’ll enjoy hearing your cries as they devour you. They do so love the taste of man’s flesh.”
He glared at her. “Yeah, well, want to know something shocking?”
The witch chuckled. “What’s that?”
Behind her, Gretel thrust the crank-turned electric charger into the witch’s back. It was usually reserved to revive someone by jump starting their heart, just like the time she had used it to revive Edward during their showdown with Muriel, but it worked equally as well here for this purpose.
The witch’s body seized up as she was electrocuted. The rain stopped freezing around Hansel, and with a few surges of strength, he broke out of the ice encasing him.
Going around the witch as she spasmed, he snatched up Gretel’s sword sticking out of the ground and turned back to her.
“You can actually stay conscious for up to eight seconds after your head is cut off,” he told her. And with a swipe of the sword, he sliced the witch’s head clean off her shoulders, and it splashed into the water next to her. “Enjoy that taste of Hell before you descend into the real one.”
Almost immediately, approximately eight seconds later, the balls of water surrounding Gretel and Van Helsing’s heads fell away, and both hunters took a deep breath, expelling the water they had inhaled. As the witch’s body toppled over, the walls of ice instantly melted, as did the other remnants of ice that had appeared throughout the battle.
A distance away, Ben had run out of places to go and was clinging to the top of the tree, swinging his pistol at the Kraken’s tentacles after having used up all his ammo, trying to hit them with the butt of his gun when they got close as they felt around for him. But then they suddenly retracted, sliding back down the length of the tree and disappearing into the water, and then they were gone. A few seconds later, the rain finally stopped.
Back over with the hunters, Van Helsing and Gretel were still gasping for breath and coughing up water. Hansel nudged the witch’s body with the sword, nodding in satisfaction, before turning to the two of them. “You guys alright?”
Gretel coughed up the last of the water and began taking long deep breaths. “Yeah… good job…”
Hansel let out a small laugh. “Well, that was some quick thinking on your part, shocking her like that. We’ll have to remember that the next time we face a water witch.”
Now breathing more normally, she looked up at him and gave him a smile. “Next time, we’ll have to not let one gain such an environmental advantage like this.”
Van Helsing had recovered by this point and was on his feet again. “We got careless. We theorized there may be a water witch, but we didn’t properly prepare for it; we were too focused on Blair. That was a rookie mistake on our part.”
Hansel scowled and looked at the night sky. “Speaking of which, the queen bitch got away. This whole plan was a bust. Fuck, that pisses me off.”
“At least it stopped raining,” Gretel pointed out. She lightly kicked some water. “All this should be gone soon since it was caused by a witch’s magic.”
Van Helsing looked down at the water, knowing that she was right. Already the water was a few inches lower than it had been before Hansel had cut the witch’s head off. Unfortunately, it wouldn’t help any of the drowned crops or anything that had taken on water damage from the flooding. At least they’d be able to find their weapons in a few minutes.
“You did it!” Ben cried as he climbed down the tree. It was a different process since most of the branches he had used to climb had been broken by the Kraken’s tentacles, and he jumped the last ten feet or so, splashing into the water and hurrying over to the hunters. “That was amazing!”
“No, that was sloppy,” Hansel retorted, angry that they had let the fight get so out of hand. “We’re better than that.”
“One more witch is dead,” Van Helsing pointed out. “That’s the important thing.”
“But we’re back to square one,” Gretel grumbled, feeling her brother’s frustration. “That was our shot, and we blew it. Blair’s gone again. She’s probably hiding away in her lair again.”
Ben gave her a look. “No, she’s not. She didn’t go into the forest.”
The hunters all looked at him. “What do you mean?” Van Helsing asked.
Ben looked surprised. “Didn’t you see? When she flew off, she didn’t head back to the forest.” He pointed behind them. “She flew into town.”
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Edward was pacing back and forth in the room. Carl really wished he would stop doing that, it was making him nervous, and he was already nervous enough.
He really hoped this plan worked. He didn’t want to admit it, but these maps of the forest were useless, and he didn’t think he would be able to find Blair’s lair with them. Unless the vampire-witch came out of hiding willingly, it didn’t seem like they would be able to get to her.
Fortunately, whatever deal she had attempted to make with Ben had provided them with the opportunity to strike. He didn’t know what kind of deal she offered him, probably eternal life as a vampire or something, but he was wise not to take it, and to tell them about it.
Looking outside at the night sky as it continued to rain, the friar couldn’t help but worry for his friends. He had faith in them and trusted in their skills, but it was a dangerous situation. Despite his claim that his granny could kill a warlock, warlocks were no pushovers. And witches were even more powerful. And grand witches, the very thought of them set his nerves on edge. The grand high witch herself though, that made Carl shiver.
His comment about his granny hadn’t been meant to be taken literally anyway. It had merely been meant as a comparison between the difference between warlocks and vampires. Those bloodsuckers were possibly the baddest and strongest creatures of the darkness. The fact that Blair was not just the grand high witch, but also a vampire, is what really made Carl nervous. But as far as vampires went, Blair couldn’t be as bad as Dracula. But her being the grand high witch more than made up the difference.
As these thoughts occupied his mind, Edward suddenly stopped pacing. Carl glanced at him as he turned and stared at the door, as if he heard something.
“What is it?” Carl asked. “Are they back?”
The troll didn’t answer. Instead, he quickly opened the door and rushed out of the room.
“Where are you going?” the friar called.
He hesitated a moment, then hurried after him. Rushing out of the room, he stopped at the top of the stairs and looked around. He spotted Edward standing at the front door, staring at it, his body tense, as if he were ready to attack. Carl swallowed nervously, hoping nothing unpleasant was outside. He considered calling for Renfield, but didn’t see how the historian would be able to help, and so opted not to put him in danger.
“What is it?” he asked the troll nervously. “What is it?”
He still received no answer as Edward continued to stare at the door, a low growl emitting from deep within his throat and his fists clenched at his side.
The door suddenly burst open with a loud bang, making Carl jump, and a dark silhouette filled the door. Edward roared, and the person held up their hand, causing the roar to die in the troll’s throat and become reduced to a whimper. He began backing away as the person stepped inside, and Carl could see right away that they were a witch. And despite the rain pouring down outside, she was bone dry.
Blair grinned as Edward cowered before her, backing away as she stepped inside, unable to resist her authority. Lowering her hand, she began looking around, her eyes rising up to land on Carl, and her grin widened. “So, you’re the monster hunter’s friar friend. What a meek little thing you are.”
Swallowing a few times, Carl struggled to find his voice. “W-Where… Where are the others?”
A cruel giggle escaped the vampire-witch. “No need to worry about them just yet. They’re just a little… preoccupied at the moment. I must say though. That was a nice try on their part with that trap they laid. They actually almost got me. I’ll have to pay them back for that. If they survive that is.”
Edward suddenly roared and lunged at her. Blair backhanded him, and the troll flew across the room, crashing into a bookcase, and all the books and shelves came down on top of him. A whimper escaped Carl at this display of strength, and he made to scamper off, but froze when Blair pointed her wand at him.
“Going somewhere?” she taunted.
Trying to stop his legs from shaking, Carl made the sign of the cross. “God, watch over me.”
“God?” Blair repeated mockingly. “You think God will keep you safe? Don’t be foolish. You should know that God doesn’t interfere with what happens on Earth, and hasn’t for some time. But that’s the price of free will, it means having to do things on your own. And that includes dealing with me.”
Carl didn’t say anything in response as Blair leisurely strolled through the room. She lowered her wand, but didn’t take her eyes off him. She studied him for a few moments before cocking her head to the side, almost curiously.
“Tell me, little friar,” she said, her voice taking a hard edge, “were you the one to set that box to explode when I opened it? Because that hurt like hell. I look forward to repaying the pain tenfold.”
A frightened sound escaped Carl, because it had indeed been him to rig the explosive. He simply shook his head though in response. “No.”
Blair stared at him for a few moments before seeming to let it drop. “It doesn’t matter. Soon my child will have life, and then all will suffer. And this town shall be the first to feel our wrath. Which brings me as to why I’m here. Since your apprentice friend went back on our deal, I presume he told you what it is I want. So, are you going to be a good boy and hand them over to me?”
Carl’s gut clenched. She was here for the Necronomicon and the box. Both had been hidden away after Ben revealed that Blair wanted them, just in case this very scenario occurred. Renfield even possessed a nice storage area for them to be stashed that wasn’t easy to find.
“They’re hidden, and I don’t know where,” Carl lied. “Only Van Helsing and the twins know where they are. So, whatever you’re doing to them, you better stop, because if they die, you’ll never find them.”
His words only seemed to amuse Blair, and she let out a laugh. “You might be professionals at what you do, but none of you are as smart as you think. Not everything may be going exactly as I have planned, but I have been in control of things since before the twins even came to this town. This is destiny, and nothing can stop it.”
Trying to appear braver than he felt, Carl shook his head. “No. No, you can be stopped. Prophecies can be stopped. And this one can be too. We won’t hand over the Necronomicon. My friends will find a way to stop you.”
“I’m sorry, Carl, but I’m afraid that’s not going to happen.”
Carl’s gaze was drawn from Blair over to Renfield as he entered the room. He was approaching Blair, and he held the Necronomicon and the box in his hands.
“What the hell are you doing!?” Carl shouted.
Blair grinned. “What was always intended. And none of you suspected a thing.”
Renfield bowed to her and held out the items. “Here they are, as you requested. I’m afraid Van Helsing has the key to the box.”
Blair looked unconcerned as she took the Necronomicon from him. “It’s no matter. Throw it.”
Glancing at the box, Renfield shrugged and threw the box across the room. Blair pointed her wand at it, and the box exploded. Carl ducked as pieces of wood and metal went flying, and Blair grinned triumphantly and glanced at Renfield.
“You are certain that box was the correct one?”
The historian nodded. “I’m sure.”
“It is done then!” she declared. “With the Necronomicon in my possession, I can now give my child life. And with that nuisance out of the way, nothing can stop him.”
Renfield bowed again. “All is as you wanted, mistress.”
Carl slowly got to his feet, unable to believe this was happening. “Why are you doing this? You know what she’s going to do. Why are you betraying us for her?”
“Betrayal?” Blair repeated, sounding amused. “That would imply that he was ever on your side to begin with, but Mr. Renfield has always been mine.”
At her words, Carl’s mind began racing. Renfield had been working for Blair the entire time? But how was that possible? No, it couldn’t be possible. This had to be a trick. She must have done something to him, put him under her vampire thrall or something. That was the only possible explanation.
Blair chuckled as she practically read the thoughts racing through the friar’s mind. “Does that surprise you, friar? To know that you’ve been played so completely? How do you think I was getting food without coming into the village to take it myself? Mr. Renfield here was the one to provide prey for me.”
Which explained how people kept disappearing, despite the traps the witch hunting siblings had set around the different houses. Renfield had been working with the twins since the beginning; he knew what traps were where, and so how to get around them. They had all been so focused on Blair that they had never considered someone in the village.
“But you were the one who brought Hansel and Gretel here in the first place,” Carl called down to Renfield.
“At my request,” Blair answered for the historian. “I wanted them here. After all the sisters they killed, I wanted them to be here to witness the coming of the Antichrist. Besides, I have other plans for them, plans that will soon come to fruition.”
“B-But,” Carl stammered, “you were the one who contacted Rome. You brought Van Helsing and me here.”
“Indeed,” Blair replied, “once more, at my request, and only when the time was right. He didn’t just bring you here, he had you bring what I needed.” She held up the Necronomicon. “How else was I to get this from the Vatican? He not only had you bring what I needed to give my child life, but he also had you bring the only thing that could stop him, and now it’s gone.”
She cocked her head to the side, grinning broadly. “Quite a clever rouse, don’t you think? Having you bring what I needed under the guise that it could be used to stop me. And having the witch hunters here to ‘discover’ me and my intention to bring forth the Antichrist made for the perfect cover to lure you here with the items I needed. Unfortunately, with your hunter friends here, Mr. Renfield couldn’t just take them and hand them over. That’s why I sent those in to come and take them, but your friends kept interfering. But now that they’re no longer here, he was able to hand them over like a good little servant.”
Carl couldn’t believe it. Now that it was all spelled out for him, it all made sense. He couldn’t believe they had been dooped so utterly. Blair really had been in control this whole time. She had Renfield playing them all for fools, and they fell for it.
Unable to mask the feeling of betrayal, he looked to the historian. “But why side with her? You know what’s coming if she succeeds.”
“Precisely,” Renfield replied. “And I’d rather be on its side than in its path. Not only will I be spared the wrath of the Antichrist, I will be rewarded for my service.”
Carl felt as if he were going to be sick. “What reward could possibly be worth causing the apocalypse?”
Renfield smiled, as if the answer were obvious. “Why, power and eternal life, of course. Eternity in Heaven sounds nice, but I want eternal life here, now, on Earth. And vampires are the top of the food chain. Humans are utterly insignificant compared to them. In return for my services, I was promised I could stay by my mistress’ side forever. She agreed to turn me into a vampire as long as I serve her.” He turned to Blair, holding out his arms. “I now ask for my reward.”
Blair grinned and turned to him. “Indeed, that was our deal. And you shall have your reward now if you desire it. However, I do not recall ever saying that I would make you a vampire.”
The smile fell from the historian’s face. “But our bargain, you said that if I obeyed you that you would–”
“Turn you, yes. I said that I would turn you and grant you eternal life. And you shall have it. But not as a vampire, and not as you imagine. You shall be turned, and you shall spend eternity serving me as my familiar. But not the familiar of a vampire.”
As she said this, she suddenly stabbed her wand directly into Renfield’s heart. He gasped loudly, letting out a pained grunt, and backed away. Blair sneered at him as she pulled her wand back, and Renfield’s hands went to his chest. No blood seeped from his wound though. Instead, a red mist began escaping it, slipping through the space of his hands. The red mist continued to pour out of him as he stumbled back, and it began swirling around him. Pained grunts slipped past his lips as the red mist surrounded him, and he looked up at Carl, his eyes pleading for help.
Carl looked on in horror, knowing what was happening to the historian, and truly pitying the man. It was a horrible fate, but it was one that was known to fall upon those who made pacts with witches with such conditions. Even if he wanted to help, there was nothing he could do but leave the man to his fate.
The red mist had completely consumed Renfield at this point as he staggered about. And then it began to fade as his clothes dropped to the floor, and something thrashed around inside them, attempting to get out. It finally worked its way free and emerged.
Renfield was gone. In his place was a black cat. However, this was no ordinary cat. It resembled one for the most part, but it still had the human face of Renfield. His eyes were wide and horrified, and he opened his mouth and emitted a horrible cry. It sounded both human and cat, like a man doing his best to imitate a cat’s cry. He let out several unsettling humanoid meowing sound before scampering off.
A cruel chuckle escaped Blair as she watched Renfield run away. “So unbelievable naïve. As a historian, he should have known that words matter, especially when making a deal. At least he’ll survive what is coming.” She glanced up at Carl and sneered. “Too bad you won’t be able to say the same.”
She turned to leave, taking the Necronomicon with her. Carl realized that he couldn’t let her go. Although he didn’t know how, he knew that now that she had that book that she would be able to give her child life once she gave birth. He couldn’t allow her to bring forth the Antichrist.
His gaze went to Edward. The troll seemed to be knocked out beneath the pile of books and broken shelves. Even if he wasn’t, he wouldn’t be able to raise a hand against the grand high witch. And with his friends not around to stop her, that only left him.
Swallowing, Carl reached into his robe and pulled out the silver stake he had been left with and a silver crucifix. Letting out a frightened whimper, he ran down the stairs and out the door into the rain, chasing after Blair’s retreating form.
Almost against his will, he found himself reflexively letting out a battle cry as he ran towards the vampire-witch. She came to a stop and her shoulders sank, as if she had sighed in resignation, and then she suddenly turned to him. She pointed her wand at him as he made to stab her with the stake, and his hand froze mid-strike. He looked at the stake in his hand, trying to push forward, but he couldn’t; it was as if an invisible force were holding his hand back.
Blair flicked her wand, and the stake flew out of his hand and buried into the gate wall. Carl looked from it to Blair, and the vampire-witch raised an eyebrow, as of asking what he intended to do now. He responded by holding up the crucifix, knowing they repelled vampires.
Blair’s eyes narrowed, and she looked appalled and uncomfortable at the sight of the cross. But then she pointed her wand at it, and the crucifix began to melt in his hand. Carl dropped it as it began to turn bright orange and liquify from the heat, then looked up at Blair again. She pointed her wand at him once more, and Carl was lifted off his feet, dangling upside-down in the air.
“Perhaps I underestimated you,” she commented. “You’re braver than I thought to come after me like this.”
Somehow, Carl managed to find his voice through his fear. “I can’t let you give birth to the Antichrist.”
Blair suddenly threw her head back and laughed. The sound sent a chill down his spine, especially with how confident it sounded, as if she almost pitied him for what he said and viewed it as an adult would when watching a child do something they just weren’t capable of.
“Oh, my dear friar,” she cackled, “you and your friends truly are ignorant. I know of your involvement with Dracula and his attempts to bring his children to life. That is what I seek as well. That will be the coming of the Antichrist, not when he’s born. Since vampires are born dead, and my true goal is to give my child life, then it doesn’t matter when he’s actually born.”
Carl could tell she was implying something, but right now as he hung in the air, he was too terrified to get it. “What are you saying?”
Blair sneered at him. “You fool.”
She flicked her hand, and Carl went flying backwards, splashing up walls of water as he skidded across the ground until he hit the wall and dropped down with a painful groan.
Blair looked down at him as if he were utterly insignificant. “I gave birth to the Antichrist nearly a week ago.”
At her words, Carl looked up at her in horror. Blair cackled madly before shifting into her bat form and taking to the air. She let out a banshee-like screech before flying off into the night, taking the Necronomicon with her.
A few minutes later, the rain finally stopped falling.

(A/N: Phew, another lengthy chapter. This one was initially just going to be the fight with the water witch, but ending it on Blair's revelation that she had already birthed the Antichrist flowed better and was a better stopping point. Was that a surprise for you? Since vampire's offspring are born dead, it doesn't really matter when she gave birth, just when she brings the Antichrist to life. And that's why she needed the Necronomicon and arranged to have it brought to her through Renfield. Did his betrayal surprise you? It really shouldn't have if you know classic monster movie lore, Renfield was Dracula's servant. If you recognized the name, did you think I was just including him the way other movie monsters were included, or did you think was just having him be a good guy? Well, nope to both, he was a traitor all along. And now Blair finally has what she needs to bring the Antichrist to life. Our heroes are in real trouble now, so stay tuned.)
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