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Van Helsing And The Witch Hunters
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(A/N: The next chapter is here. This one was fun, as I got to explore some of the lore of Van Helsing. So we'll be getting a lot of answers, not just on Van Helsing, but also for unanswered questions for this story. Something tells me that some people might get a little upset with what I do towards the end of the chapter though; you'll see what I mean when we get there, it's not something I do often.)
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Chapter 16: The Coming
They weren’t sure how long they walked for as they made their way through the forest. Fortunately, there were no other run-ins with any other witches, and they hoped it stayed that way; they had enough on their plate to worry about.
The further in they ventured, the brighter the red light from the star became, as did its intensity, shining through the treetops in even the thickest areas. Eventually though, they came to a large clearing, at the center of which was a massive hollowed-out tree stump big enough to serve as a house. The light from the Morning Star shined brightest here, the star seemingly coming to stop above the area, practically making the stump look red in color. It didn’t take much for the group to realize that they were looking at Blair’s lair.
“Well, I’ll be damned,” Hansel muttered, “we actually found it.”
Ben glanced at him curiously. “You didn’t think we would?”
The witch hunter wobbled his head. “A little healthy skepticism is good. For all we knew, this could have been a wild goose-chase.”
“Or a trap,” Gretel pointed out. “It still might be.”
Van Helsing had to agree. With the exception of the beast witch and plague witch appearing, this had been too easy; and those two had only crossed their paths by chance. Surely Blair would take some precautions to make sure no one interfered with her bringing her child to life, however she was planning on doing that.
Unless she was just arrogant. After all, Dracula’s castle hadn’t exactly been well-guarded either since he had been so confident that no one could ever get to it. Was Blair under the same assumption, thinking that no one would ever be able to find her lair? Maybe, but it would be best to err on the side of caution. They couldn’t afford to make any mistakes.
“Perhaps we should just set the whole place on fire,” Carl suggested. “Witches burn very easily, even fire witches.”
“Don’t forget though, she’s also a vampire,” Van Helsing reminded him. “She may burn, but it won’t be enough to kill her; she’ll just heal.”
Ben held up a pistol. “Then maybe we should just go in there guns blazing. Perhaps we can destroy the Antichrist before she can give it life.”
“We can’t afford to be reckless,” Gretel told him. “I say we take a quick look around and see if we can assess the situation better before making a move.”
Hansel wobbled his head. “I’m more in favor of Ben’s plan, but I guess we can use that as a backup.”
With that, he crept out from behind the tree, quietly making his way towards Blair’s lair. Gretel and Van Helsing followed close behind, and Ben and Edward behind them. Carl stayed back, not wanting to get any closer, but also not wanting to stay alone in a witch’s forest. He let out an uncomfortable whimper as he looked around, as if he were hoping to find a safe place where he could lay low.
As he looked around, a creaking sound reached his ears, and he cowered against a tree. As he did so, he noticed that the tree seemed to be moving. Slowly he looked up, and he saw that the tree was indeed leaning over towards the others, as if it were watching them.
Another frightened whimper escaped the friar, and he rushed towards his friends. “We’re in trouble!”
The others turned around, just in time to witness the tree reach down and scoop Carl up in its branches. A long thick branch wrapped around his waist, lifting him into the air.
All around, the trees began moving, the branches waving around wildly, and Hansel held up his shotgun. “Shit. She knows we’re here.”
A tree branch stretched out, its length extending out of the trunk, and it coiled around Hansel’s arms. The shotgun went off in his hands, and he was lifted off the ground.
“Hansel!” Gretel cried, jumping up and grabbing onto her brother’s leg.
He glanced down at her. “My flame gun! Get it! Burn these fucking things!”
Gretel reluctantly went for his flame gun, detaching it from his belt, and then dropped to the ground. Branches stretched out to reach for her and she fired at them, unleashing a stream of fire from the weapon that set the branches ablaze.
Van Helsing had taken out his buzz saws and was cutting down any branches that came at him. Ben was fleeing from those reaching for him, futilely firing his gun back at them. He ended up tripping since he wasn’t watching where he was going, and the branches grabbed at his feet like hands and lifted him into the air upside-down.
Edward’s size and strength worked to his advantage, as he was able to break apart the branches that came at him. He was eventually overwhelmed by their numbers though, and soon found his arms and legs bound as he was picked up.
Gretel proceeded to burn the branches that reached for her, the trees’ limbs moving and stretching as if they were made of rubber rather than solid wood. But then she felt something wrap around her feet and she fell over, dropping her weapon. Countless roots burst up from underground and began coiling around her. She struggled but was unable to escape her bindings, and she was dragged away from the flame gun.
Van Helsing continued to cut down the reaching branches, but when the roots emerged, one wrapped around his foot and yanked, causing him to fall over. It began dragging him, and he sat up and cut the roots around his foot. Several more roots grabbed him, and he lashed at them with his buzz saws, but then branches reached down and grabbed his arms, and he was lifted off the ground.
The entire group was left dangling in the air as they were man-handled by the trees. Each of the hunters cursed their own carelessness. They had been so focused on dealing with the Antichrist that they hadn’t kept watch for other possible dangers, and now they were all trapped.
A cackle drew their attention to one tree in particular. The wood witch emerged from its trunk and detached from it, her deer antlers and bone tail growing out as her features reformed and her robes materialized around her.
“We got you, we got you!” she said in a sing-song voice, both of her mouths grinning.
Hansel glared at her. “Well, if it isn’t Miss Skin Bark. Good, now I can make up for letting you get away last time by killing you now.”
The wood witch pointed her wand, and he and the others were brought closer. “The only ones who will die tonight are you. Well,” she chuckled, “you and anyone else we decide to kill once the Antichrist comes.” She then turned to Blair’s lair. “They’ve come, mistress! We got them all!”
A few moments later, Blair exited the giant stump. She stepped out of the large opening in the middle of it and defied gravity as she walked vertically down it, then made her way over to the group, an arrogant smile on her face.
“It’s about time,” she said. “I was wondering how long it would take for you to get here. I even parted the clouds so you could see the Morning Star. Just how long did it take you to figure out that you needed to follow it?”
“Then maybe you could have made your invite a little more apparent,” Van Helsing told her.
Blair just grinned. “Well, you figured it out, that’s all that matters. I just thought you would have done so sooner.”
“Yeah, well, we ran into two more of your kind on our way here,” said Gretel. She flashed the vampire-witch a mocking smile. “I’m happy to say that they won’t be making it to your little bastard’s birthday party.”
The wood witch hissed and Blair narrowed her eyes. “Those are the last sisters any of you will kill.”
Her wand suddenly appeared in her hand and she held it up. The tree branches and tree roots binding the group dragged them closer, stretching out their limbs as they couldn’t move.
Hansel groaned as he felt as if his arms and legs were going to be pulled out of their sockets. “So what now? You going to kill us, or do you have some sinister plan in mind to make us suffer for all the witches we killed?”
A chuckle escaped Blair as she walked up to them. “Talk all you want, witch hunter, that’s all you can do now. You’re beaten, and you know it. You just won’t admit it. I can understand that; pride is a powerful thing, and yours won’t allow you to accept that you’ve lost.”
“As long as we’re alive, we haven’t lost,” Van Helsing told her.
Blair openly laughed at that. “How very cute, and utterly sickening. I wonder if you actually believe what you’re saying though.”
Gretel rolled her eyes. “God, will you shut up already. I’m so tired of intimidating monologues. You may act like you’re in control of everything, but we all know that that’s not the case. We’ve been disrupting your plans at every turn. It’s even been a while since you got the Necronomicon, but you still haven’t brought forth the Antichrist. I’m beginning to think that you’re not as in control as you let on.”
“Hush, brat!” the wood witch snapped. “I will not have you speak to my mistress thusly.”
Blair raised her hand to silence the wood witch. She then approached Gretel with an arrogant smirk. “Is that what you really think, or is that just what you’re telling yourself in order to hold onto some semblance of hope?”
In response, Gretel spat in her face, and the wood witch snarled at her again. Blair simply held her hand up once more, silently telling her to stand down, and then calmly reached up and wiped away the spit before smirking.
“Your response is very telling,” she mocked. “But you must know that you’re out of your league. I’ve been around a very long time. I was even there to witness Christ die on the cross, and now I shall be the one to bring life to the Antichrist. Quite poetic, don’t you think? And as I told you when we first met, I wanted you all here to witness his coming. That is why I have not yet given him life. Well,” her smile widened and she backed away, “that and one other reason.”
She began pacing back and forth in front of the hunters and their comrades, looking at each of them in amusement. She paused in front of Edward, who growled at her, and she bared her fangs at him, causing the troll to whimper and cower under her witch’s influence.
“Leave him alone, bitch!” Gretel snarled.
Blair glanced at her and grinned. The speck of red light in her black eyes seemed to glow brightly, and Van Helsing turned away. “Don’t look at her eyes. You’ll get caught in her thrall.”
Blair threw back her head and laughed at that. “Such simpletons. I don’t need to control your minds to get what I want from you. You’ve done exactly what I wanted this whole time, even with the few hiccups in my plan. And now the time has come for it to bear fruit. There’s just one small detail to take care of first.”
Blair raised her wand, pointing it at the wood witch, and a stream of fire shot out of the end of it. The wood witch’s eyes widened, and she let out a shriek before the flames even reached her. She was barely grazed by them before the flames rapidly spread all over her body, and she was completely set ablaze, and it had nothing to do with her tree bark-like skin; all witches were extremely weak and sensitive to fire, even fire witches.
The flaming wood witch screeched and thrashed about before collapsing into a burning heap, her screams going silent. A smile grazed Blair’s face and she blew on the end of her wand as if it were the barrel of a smoking gun. She looked back at the others, who looked completely baffled by her actions.
“What the hell?” Gretel muttered in disbelief. “You just killed one of your own.”
Blair gave a small shrug. “A necessary sacrifice. She was a loose end I needed to tie up for my plan to succeed.”
Van Helsing’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. “And what plan is that? I thought you were determined to fulfill the dark prophecy and bring forth the Antichrist.”
Blair casually walked over to them, nonchalantly running her index finger up and down her wand. “Oh, I am, just not the way you or anyone else have been expecting. Not even the Devil. That is why I needed to get her out of the way so she would not interfere. The Antichrist shall indeed be unleashed, but under my terms. You actually did me a favor disposing of those two witches that would have arrived early, otherwise I would have had to kill them myself as well.”
She looked at Van Helsing and smiled. “Which reminds me, if you’ll recall, I promised you answers about your past. I think it’s about time I gave them to you. Are you ready to finally find out who you are?”
Despite the situation, Van Helsing had to admit that he did want to know. He just wished it was under different circumstances. “I’d be lying if I didn’t say I was still curious.”
Blair let out an amused chuckle and tapped Van Helsing’s chest with her wand. His body suddenly began glowing with a dim light, and his clothes changed into white robes with a sword by his side. A pair of large, grand, pure white wings spread out behind him and a halo of golden light appeared over his head. The display only lasted for a few seconds before he returned to normal, leaving the others baffled and the monster hunter even more confused than before.
“What the hell was that?” he asked, looking down at himself, despite having returned to his normal attire.
Blair chuckled. “You still don’t get it? Just think about everything you’ve learned. Your memories of different points in history no man in this day and age should have, how you are known as the Left Hand of God who killed Dracula when he was still human, how you can sense evil, how fighting creatures of darkness comes so naturally to you, how dark magic doesn’t work on you, how the name Gabriel sounds so familiar to you.” She pointed her wand at him. “You, Abraham Van Helsing, are actually the archangel Gabriel.”
Her statement was meant with silence. Van Helsing and the witch hunters simply stared, trying to take this in, but Carl’s mind began running a mile a minute as he thought back to everything he knew in regards to Van Helsing and what he had learned about Dracula’s past.
“Oh my God,” he muttered in disbelief, “it all makes sense. That’s how it all connects.”
Looking frustrated, Hansel gave the friar an annoyed look. “Care to fill us in, because I’m not getting this.”
“The angel Gabriel,” Carl replied, though he seemed to be talking to himself. “The Lord’s champion. The Left Hand of God.” He looked at Van Helsing. “You’re him, in human form.”
Van Helsing looked from him to the witch, still confused. “How? How can I be…?”
“Come now,” she told him, sounding bored. “Is it still that difficult for you to grasp? You’ve been sent to do God’s work. He’s sent you to Earth several times over the millennia to vanquish evil when it’s begun to run rampant. He sends you down from Heaven in human form to defeat the evil before it gets too out of control.”
Carl took over at that point. “That’s how you killed Dracula 400 years ago. Back then he was known as Vlad the Impaler, who he impaled 20,000 people and began spreading his bloody war across the land. You were sent from Heaven to kill him. After you did, the Devil gave him life again as a vampire.”
“But you had already lived out your mortal life and returned to Heaven by then,” Blair finished. “Until he began making plans to give life to his children and use them to take over the world. So God sent you down from Heaven once more to put a stop to him once and for all. He left you right at the stairs of the Vatican so they could take you in. They didn’t know who you really were, but they knew you had been sent to do God’s work. So they gave you the name Abraham Van Helsing and trained you to fight evil, something that came very naturally to you, because that was your purpose. And those weren’t the only times you’ve been sent down from Heaven.”
Van Helsing tried to process this. He couldn’t believe it, but what she said made sense. No, it not only made sense, it sounded familiar. It also explained everything.
“How come I don’t remember any of this?” he asked, feeling completely overwhelmed. “Surely I would remember being an angel.”
Blair laughed. “You overestimate your humanity. Do you really think the human mind can process Heaven and the divine while in mortal form? And surely you’ve heard of reincarnation. It’s extremely rare, and it doesn’t happen unless there’s a reason behind it, but in all cases, the reborn soul never remembers much of their time in the afterlife. The same goes for those who have near death or out of body experiences. It’s too great for their mortal minds to comprehend. They’re lucky if they maintain any memories of it at all. But they do occasionally remember glimpses of their past life and the afterlife.”
Carl looked at Van Helsing. “It’s just like you told me. You said one of your memories was fighting the Romans in 73 A.D. That must have been a time when God sent you down from Heaven to fight evil.”
Blair glanced at him. “I’m impressed. For a human, you’re not a complete imbecile.” She looked back at Van Helsing. “I do wonder though. Did God primarily send you down here in this lifetime to stop Dracula, or me?”
Hansel leaned as close to his sister as he could and muttered, “Probably both.”
But Gretel didn’t seem to hear him, looking lost in her own thoughts. “Holy shit… I actually fucked an angel?”
Her brother’s face scrunched up in disgust. “Ok, I didn’t need to know that.”
Van Helsing seemed oblivious to everything as he let all that he learned sink in. “An angel… I’m actually an angel…”
Blair tapped him with her wand. “Don’t worry, it’ll all come back to you soon enough. The body may not remember, but the soul does. Once I kill you and you return to Heaven, you’ll remember everything, all your time as an angel, and all the memories of your past lives here on Earth.” She grinned. “That’ll probably be quite the headache, having all of those memories come back to you. But at least you’ll get to be with your precious Anna Valerious again.”
Rage suddenly filled Van Helsing, breaking through his stupor. “Don’t you dare say her name!”
Blair just snickered. “Oh, touched a nerve, did I? I was simply pointing out how this could be a blessing in disguise. Once you’re dead, you’ll get back not only your memories, but also your ladylove. So maybe you should be thanking me. But you’ll have to wait a little longer for that. I have some business to attend to first.”
She pointed her wand at her lair. The front door burst open and four things came floating out. A dagger, the Philosopher’s Stone, the Necronomicon, and a large grotesque blob. The witch hunters may not have known what the last thing was, but Van Helsing and Carl did, and a feeling of dread filled them as the four items began rotating around Blair.
“Just what are you planning?” Hansel demanded, struggled against his bonds.
Blair reached out and took the dagger. “Like I said, bringing forth the dark prophecy, but under my own terms.”
“Meaning what?” Gretel asked, also struggling to get free.
Casually walking past each of them, Blair ran her finger along the blade of the dagger. “Satan has always been my master. I have served him faithfully for all my supernatural life, even agreeing to have his child. But as much of an honor it is to bare the Antichrist, it’s time I moved up from the ranks of being the servant to being the master.”
Carl looked rather uncomfortable as she slowly walked by him. “Um, what does that mean exactly?”
Blair paused briefly to reach out and pat his cheek before walking on again. “Do you really think you’re all here by chance? I told you, you’ve all been dancing to my tune this whole time. You’re all here because I wanted you to be here. I orchestrated everything since the beginning. And now it’s all coming together.”
She stopped at the end beside Edward and turned to the others. “The greatest monster hunter and God’s champion, and the greatest of witch hunters who killed more sisters than any others. I wanted you all here to witness the beginning of the end of the world, but you also all served another purpose.” She pointed the dagger at the Necronomicon. “I needed the Book of the Dead in order to complete my spell, but with it in the Vatican’s hands, I had no way of getting it. That is why I had that fool Renfield convince the town to hire the best witch hunters there were to come after me.”
She looked at Hansel and Gretel and smiled. “And those witch hunters just happen to be the children of a grand white witch. After revealing my intentions to bare the Antichrist to you, it gave Renfield the excuse he needed to contact Rome. I had him feed that line of you, Gretel, being able to read the Necronomicon since you’re the daughter of a white witch and so could possibly find a way to stop the Antichrist in the book. It was all for the purpose of having our dear friend, Van Helsing here, bring me the Necronomicon so I can complete my spell.”
Everyone stared. They had come here to stop the Antichrist and get some answers, and they were certainly accomplishing the latter. This was more than they ever expected, and they were not liking what they were hearing. It was enough to completely snap Van Helsing out of his shock of learning about who and what he really was.
“You’ve been playing us from the beginning?” he stammered in disbelief.
“Not just you,” she said arrogantly. “I also played my own kind for fools.” She held out her hand and grazed the blood red gem floating beside her with her fingers. “I had them obtain the Philosopher’s Stone while I dealt with all of you.”
Carl’s gaze went to the stone, his mouth dropping open. “That’s the Philosopher’s Stone? The Order has been searching for that for centuries.”
Blair sneered. “Such a shame they did not have a witch to divine where it is. And do not expect to find another one. My sisters made sure to kill old Nicolas Flamel when they took the stone from him. I’m afraid the secret to its creation died with its creator. You see, I need the stone in order to give the Antichrist life. It produces the elixir of life, and now it shall give that life to my child.”
Thus far, Ben had been too afraid to say anything in Blair’s presence, but it was that same fear that made him look at the dagger in her hand and ask, “And the dagger? What’s that for?”
The witch looked down at the dagger, held it up as if she were examining it, and smiled. “Ah, yes. There is nothing special about this, I simply need it for one final step in my plan.”
With a cruel sneer, she suddenly turned to Edward and drove the dagger into his chest. The troll bellowed, his roaring cry echoing through the woods as she buried the dagger in deep.
“NOOOOO!!!” Gretel shouted in dismay, her eyes wide with shock and horror.
The others mouths dropped open, but Hansel began acting very violently, struggling against the branches holding him all the more. “YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!”
Blair pulled the dagger free and took a step back. She raised the dripping dagger to her mouth and licked off the blood before spitting it out. “Troll blood tastes like shit, but nearly any blood beside human’s always does.”
A pained groan escaped Edward as blood poured down his chest. He looked up at the witch hunters, Gretel specifically, with drooping eyes. She had tears in her own as she stared back at him, shaking her head in denial. Perhaps it had been the bond between witches and trolls, but she had always been especially fond of him, ever since he had saved her from being raped and killed.
Feeling his life slipping away, Edward struggled to speak. “I… served… happily…”
Tears now poured down Gretel’s cheeks as she shook her head. “Edward…”
The troll’s eyes slowly fell shut and his head dropped as he went limp. His breathing came to a stop and he went still.
Van Helsing pulled against his restraints, but was unable to break free of them. “You’ll die for that.”
Blair didn’t even look at him and simply grinned. “I think not, Gabriel. I will live forever. And with this, I shall rule forever.”
She stabbed the dagger into Edward’s body again, slicing his chest open. Then she stepped back and pointed her wand at it. With a simple motion, Edward’s ribcage burst open and his heart tore free of his chest. It floated over to Blair before dropping to the ground. She made a show of stepping on it as she turned to the cocoon-like mass she had birth and used the dagger to cut it open.
With another motion of her wand, the contents of the cocoon were torn free, and the others got a good look at what had been inside. The creature looked like the bat-like imps that Dracula’s brides had birthed, only it was skin-less, with muscle and sinew clearly exposed to see, its ears nearly transparent due to the lack of skin. It was rotten and decayed, like an old corpse that had greatly decomposed, and its wings were torn up and full of holes. On its forehead, just above its brow, were six small horns in a V formation, almost resembling a crown. And, like all of Dracula’s children, it was stillborn.
Blair motioned the creature to float over to her, and then motioned to the Philosopher’s Stone. It floated into the creature’s hands, and she made it grasp the gem. Then she levitated the small creature over to Edward’s body, settling it into his chest. With a flick of her wand, the small body attached itself in place of the troll’s heart, and the ribcage closed around it as the opening in its flesh closed. Blair then held out a spool of black cord and a needle. The needle and cord sprang to life and set to work, quickly knitting the hole in Edward’s chest shut in a matter of seconds.
“What the hell are you doing, you sick bitch?” Hansel demanded, still furious over her killing their troll friend.
Blair grinned at him. “Providing the Antichrist with a host body. One that I can control. Trolls serve witches, and I, as the grand high witch, rank higher than any other. The Antichrist shall serve me and do my bidding, and mine alone.”
Carl’s eyes went wide in horror. “This was your plan all along?”
“Of course, foolish human. I played everyone for a fool, even the Devil himself. He may have intended for his son to bring forth his own will upon this world, but it shall be my will, not his, that the Antichrist shall bring forth.”
Through her tears, Gretel let out a humorless laugh. “You betray the Devil? And with something this important? Oh, you are one stupid bitch. I can’t even imagine the punishment you’ll face when we send your sorry ass down to him.”
Tossing aside the dagger and spool aside, Blair motioned to the Necronomicon, and the book floated over in front of her and opened. “Foolish girl. I am a vampire. I will live forever. And my child shall see to it that no one can ever challenge me. God reigns Heaven, Satan reigns Hell, but this world, this one is mine from this day forward.”
The pages in the book turned on their own until they came to the page she was looking for. It floated closer to her, and she pointed her wand at Edward’s body and raised her other hand. She began chanting in a loud voice that echoed through the air. Neither Hansel, Gretel, nor Ben understood what she was saying, but both Carl and Van Helsing were fluent in several languages, and they picked up a few words.
Up in the sky, a dark veil started to fall over the moon as it began to eclipse. The more Blair chanted, the more the darkness crept over the moon, until it vanished completely in darkness, leaving only the red light of the Morning Star to shine upon the land.
Blair seemed to be speaking in several different ancient languages, but, strangely, she was also speaking backwards. All the while, she was making small motions with her wand as she kept it pointed at the troll. Edward’s body began twitching and shifting slightly as she spoke, and when she finished speaking, he raised his head to the sky and let out a roar, but it was not the kind of roar that Edward was known for letting out. It was a truly monstrous, inhuman roar that sent chills down the spines of everyone present, save for Blair.
Edward’s roar finally ceased and he lowered his head. Then he began to change. The knitting in his chest dissolved away, as did the bandages on his head and arm, his wounds sealing shut without so much as leaving a scar. His skin took on a dead gray color as his muscles bulged, growing in size, and he tore free of the branches that bound him. The tips of his fingers tore open, from which deadly looking claws protruded from, and his mouth opened as long, sharp fangs burst from his gums, knocking out his original teeth to take their place, and embers began escaping his mouth as he breathed. His eyes stared forward, dead and lifeless, but then they suddenly exploded in his head, leaving empty eye-sockets.
From his eye-sockets, blood red colored goat-like horns began growing out of them. They started to grow outward before curving up and inward, extending up over his head, tearing his eye-sockets open further so the horns could grow out. They grew a good two feet in length, almost resembling a kind of crown. His horns suddenly ignited, glowing with embers, and a flame appeared at the top of each horn. These flames flickered brightly before shaping themselves into eyeballs made of fire, the centers becoming blue fire to resemble pupils. A stream of light emitted from these fire-eyes to indicate where they were looking, and they began darting around in different directions like a chameleon’s before looking forward.
Blair’s grin was triumphant, and she held her arms out to the now very much alive Antichrist. “It is done! The Antichrist lives! The prophecy has finally come to pass!” She motioned to Van Helsing and the others with her wand. “And for your first command, I order you to kill these fools.”
The Antichrist turned to them, somehow seeing despite having fire for eyes. Letting out another roar, he stalked towards them with purpose as Blair looked on, her own black eyes shining with excitement and triumph.

(A/N: Wow, ok, a lot to take in here. First, it seems that Van Helsing finally got the answers to who he is. Both the movie and novel glossed over this, but it was officially confirmed in the video game, so I incorporated it here. And then we had the shocking death of Edward. I hated doing it, and I very rarely ever kill off a main character from the original story, but this was planned from the beginning. Blair had intended to use him as a vessel for the Antichrist the whole time, it was just one more reason she needed the witch hunters there before Van Helsing. And now the full extent of her plan has been revealed. She's planning on using the Antichrist herself to take over the world rather than do it for the Devil. It seems that everything really did go according to her plan. How are our heroes going to get out of this one? You'll have to stay tuned to find out.)
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