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Van Helsing And The Witch Hunters
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Chapter List
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(A/N: Ok, wow, long chapter. Not the longest one of this story, but still pretty lengthy. It's the second part of the climax. Last chapter, our heroes managed to defeat the Antichrist, but it's not over yet, they've still got Blair to contend with. And let me tell you, she is going to be piiiiised. Let's see how things go for them.)
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Chapter 18: Extermination
Blair’s screech echoed through the night as she rushed forward, shoving Van Helsing aside as she flew over to the pile of ash the Antichrist had been reduced to, grabbing handfuls of it.
She threw back her head and screamed loudly up at the sky, the veil of darkness that had eclipsed the moon starting to recede. As for the Morning Star, its light began to dim. The red light faded from its glow as it grew dimmer and dimmer, until it once again returned to its natural state, looking like nothing more than an ordinary star in the sky.
Blair continued to shriek, pounding her fists down on the pile of ashes. Her grief didn’t fool any of the hunters though. It was not a grief born from the loss of her child, but the loss of her tool, of which all her plans had quite literally being reduced to dust before her very eyes.
With the Antichrist gone, the primary threat had been eliminated. The apocalypse would not come to pass. And so, despite the danger the vampire-witch herself presented, the hunters and their comrades were able to breathe a temporary sigh of relief.
It was very short-lived though, a brief reprieve, as Blair herself also presented a very real threat. She whirled around to face Van Helsing, her face twisting into a mask of fury. She let out an angry cry and charged at him, grabbing him around the neck and lifting him off his feet.
“You’ve ruined everything!” she bellowed into his face. “I’ll kill you!”
Gretel’s whip flew out, striking the vampire-witch’s back, and she cried out. The lash on her back immediately healed, and she turned to the witch hunting siblings as they stood together. With a snarl, she threw Van Helsing at them, and he landed by their feet. Her wand suddenly appeared in her hand, and she pointed it at them.
“I should have killed you and taken your troll friend prisoner from the start,” she seethed.
Van Helsing got to his feet. “Yes, you should have, but it seems that people like you can’t resist rubbing things in with a good monologue.”
“Don’t call this bitch a person,” Gretel growled out, and then swung her whip.
Blair’s hand shot out, grabbing the end of the whip before it could strike her. With an angry sneer, she tapped her wand to it, and the whip began to dissolve away. Not completely though, as the end of it that Gretel held suddenly turned into a venomous snake, which turned around and hissed at her. Gretel gasped and threw the snake away before it could bite her and turned back to Blair as the vampire-witch advanced on them.
“You’re very lucky my magic doesn’t work on you,” she told them, “otherwise I would inflict such curses upon you that you would beg for death. So I’ll just have to do the best I can.”
She flicked her wand, and a giant clump of dirt as big as her burst up from the ground. She pointed her wand at the hunters, and it flew at them.
With only his good arm, Hansel raised his shotgun and fired. The giant clump of dirt blew apart before it reached them, and they were instead covered in a shower of dirt. He fired again, this time at Blair, and the vampire-witch was blown off her feet. She immediately began to rise, and he fired again, knocking her down once more.
With a hiss, Blair thrust out her wand, and the ground beneath the hunters exploded, launching them into the air. Blair leapt up and swiped her wand through the air. Before the hunters could recover, they were hit by a powerful gust of wind that was so strong it was almost like being hit with a physical force. She swiped her wand through the air several more times, knocking the hunters about.
Even fully prepared, facing Blair would have been a difficult challenge, but with most of their weapons either destroyed, exhausted, or scattered about the clearing, the hunters were almost helpless before her. Hansel’s shotgun was the only thing they had on hand, but as they were hit with another blast of wind, he landed on his injured arm, eliciting a cry of pain from him, and his grip on the shotgun slackened.
Blair motioned with her wand, and the shotgun rose into the air. It drifted away from the hunters, then turned around to point at them. It took them a few moments to notice after being tossed around, but they quickly became away of the weapon aimed at them.
“How many sisters have you killed with this?” Blair asked.
The question was rhetorical, but Gretel gave her an answer all the same. “Nowhere near enough.”
The vampire-witch’s eyes narrowed. “Then I think it’s fitting that you meet your ends by it as well.”
The shotgun cocked, and a wicked grin spread across Blair’s face. Before she could make it fire though, she cried out as several mini-stakes embedded themselves into her back. She turned to see Carl holding Van Helsing’s crossbow, having retrieved and reloaded it, the weapon shaking in his hands. Ben stood beside him, finishing reloading his pistols, and began firing.
“Hit her heart,” he told the friar.
“I’m trying,” Carl replied.
Blair’s body jolted as the bullets struck her. She was hit with the mini-stakes as well, but they were far off from where her heart was. With a flick of her wand, a pillar of dirt rose in front of her, offering her cover, and then she motioned forward, and the pillar of dirt moved like a wave towards Carl and Ben. It collided with them, knocking them over, and then crumbled apart.
Pointing her wand at the two of them, she motioned upward, and both Carl and Ben cried out as they were lifted into the air, Carl dropping the crossbow in the process. Letting out a hiss, Blair changed into her bat form and flew up to the two of them as they levitated a good twenty feet in the air.
“You need better aim!” Ben called out as he flailed about.
“I told you guys, I’m not a field man!” the friar replied.
Blair came to a stop in front of them. “No, just a dead man. And unlike your hunter friends, you are not immune to my magic. Now you will learn your place before you die.” She looked at Carl. “For you, friar, I curse you with senselessness. First I shall take your eyes.” She pointed her wand at him, and the world suddenly went dark for Carl as he went blind. And your ears.” Everything became silent. “Smell. Taste. Touch.”
With each word, Carl lost one of his senses. She ended with a cry of “Voice”, and even any sounds he could make were lost. Blair then let him drop to the ground, but he didn’t even feel the impact. Lost in a dark, silent world without senses, he began flapping around like a fish, his limbs flailing, his mouth moving, but no sound coming out.
Blair then turned her attention to Ben. “And you shall suffer as well.” She pointed her wand at him. “For you, I think a suitable punishment will be–”
Whatever her punishment for him was going to be, Ben never heard it, as a shotgun blast to Blair’s back had her crying out. She whirled around to find that Hansel had snatched his shotgun out of the air and fired at her as Gretel and Van Helsing had rushed off to retrieve their own weapons.
With a snarl, Blair flew down at the witch hunter, letting Ben drop from the sky. She flew down towards Hansel, and he proceeded to fire upon her. Blair swerved around, avoiding the gunshot and withstanding the ones that hit her. She pulled upward when she reached him, grabbing the end of his shotgun with her talons and flying up. Hansel refused to let go, hanging on with one hand due to his broken arm, and was lifted into the air.
Blair shook around, and Hansel lost his hold and dropped back to the ground. Blair transferred the shotgun from her talons to her hands, and then threw it into the forest. She flew back down to where Hansel laid on his back and grabbed him by his shirt, flying back up into the sky.
Pulling him up so her face was in front of his, she declared. “You’ll be the first.”
Her mouth stretched open wide, her fangs extending as she moved to bite him. Using his good arm, he punched her in the jaw with his cross embedded brace knuckles. Blair snarled and pulled back, but he proceeded to punch her wherever he could until she dropped him.
He fell from the sky, but even though he landed on his feet, it was a long drop, and he fell onto his back, a flash of pain shooting through his arm.
“Shit,” he groaned, and rolled over onto his stomach.
Blair came down on top of him, making him cry out in pain. Grabbing him by the hair, she pulled his head back and moved to bite him again.
“Hey, bitch!” Gretel shouted, drawing the vampire-witch’s attention. She held up the daggers she had retrieved, glaring at Blair in challenge. “Get the fuck off my brother.”
Snarling, Blair changed her hold on Hansel, gripping his head while keeping a claw at his throat. “I could snap his neck in an instant.” Her claw grazed his throat, leaving a thin red line on the skin of his neck. “Or slit his throat. Would you like to watch your brother die?”
Gretel let out a harsh breath. “I swear to God, I will make you suffer if you hurt him.”
“Do that anyway,” Hansel grunted, then winced as his head was pulled back farther.
Hissing, Blair glared at Gretel, the pinprick of red light in her eyes beginning to pulse. “You don’t even know what suffering is. Put down your knives or I’ll show you.”
Gretel felt a presence invade her mind, compelling her to obey the vampire-witch’s command. She briefly remembered being told not to look into a vampire’s eyes, lest you fall under their thrall, and she found herself beginning to lower her daggers against her will.
Blair sneered as she watched the witch hunter obey her command. She pulled Hansel’s head back further, and her tongue snaked out to lick his neck. And then she released him, letting out a cry of pain as a mini-stake buried in her arm. She pulled back and turned to Van Helsing. The monster hunter stood where Carl had dropped the mini-stake crossbow, holding the weapon in question in his hands. He fired more stakes at her, and Blair flew up into the air, leaving Hansel on the ground, and Gretel shook her head as she regained control of herself.
Up in the sky, Blair let out a snarl and ripped the stakes out. Pointing her wand to the sky, she began twirling it around. The clouds rumbled and began flashing. She directed her wand down at Van Helsing, and lightning struck. The monster hunter had already dived out of the way the moment he saw Blair point her wand at him, knowing what was about to happen, and the ground practically exploded where he had been standing from the lightning strike.
Blair landed between him and Gretel resuming her witch form, and with a wave of her wand, she sent the crossbow flying away from Van Helsing while he was down. The monster hunter quickly got to his feet and pulled out the buzz saw he had recovered and turned back to Blair.
The vampire-witch looked around her. Gretel and Van Helsing stood a distance away on either side of her. Hansel was getting to his feet, nursing his broken arm, while Ben was struggling to reload his gun with his shaking hands, and Carl continued to flop around, unable to feel his surroundings. She returned her attention to the two hunters.
“You’re fools, all of you,” she declared. “This is my forest, this is my territory. You are nothing but insects to me.”
She waved her wand through the air. All around them, trees sprang to life. Roost burst up from underground and dirt shifted, and the trees began closing in on them.
Ben backed away as the trees approached, and Blair pointed her wand at him. Hands made of dirt sprang up from the from the ground and grabbed his legs, causing him to fall over. Several more dirt hands burst out of the ground and began grabbing at him, holding him pinned down as he struggled to get free.
Blair then turned her wand on Hansel and gave it a wave. A tree root burst up beneath him and coiled around his feet. The soil became loose, and Hansel suddenly found himself being dragged under, sinking into the ground.
“No!” Gretel cried, and rushed towards him.
Hansel was struggling, but continued to be pulled under. He had already sunk up to his waist by the time Gretel reached him. She grabbed him and tried to pull him out, but it was futile.
A tree approached her as she tried to help her brother, and its branches reached for her. Van Helsing rushed over and used his buzz saws to slice apart the reaching branches. The ends immediately began to grow back though and continued reaching as more trees moved in, and Van Helsing proceeded to cut the branches.
Hansel had sunk past his chest as Gretel continued to try and pull him out. “Hold on, Hansel! I’ll get you out!”
The dirt had now reached his neck, and he gave his sister a serious look. “You kill this bitch, you hear me! You kill her!”
“I’m not letting you go!” she insisted.
“You fucking kill her!”
“No!”
His face vanished beneath the dirt. Gretel grabbed his hand, pulling on it, but it was useless, and his hand was pulled under as well. Gretel began desperately digging, but found no sign of her brother.
“Gretel!” Van Helsing called to her, cutting off a branch that had been about to grab her.
“I have to get him out!” she told him as she continued to dig.
“Gretel, he’s gone!
“No, he isn’t!”
“Gretel!”
He looked up to see a large tree looming over them. Gretel was still digging, seemingly not even noticing the tree. Van Helsing swore, bent over, and wrapped an arm around Gretel’s waist, pulling her away. He carried her off as the tree toppled over, falling down where she had been.
“No!” Gretel shouted as Van Helsing carried her away from the trees.
He set her down and she collapsed. Slamming her fists on the ground as she let out a furious cry. Van Helsing stood over her at the ready in case any more trees attacked. He was struggling to keep his own outrage in check, but knew he couldn’t afford to let his emotions get the best of him during a fight.
Blair’s mocking laughter drew their attention as the vampire-witch approached. Her face was still twisted with fury, but she had a somewhat satisfied sneer on her face.
Gretel’s own face turned into a mask of fury as she stood up and pointed a dagger at her. “Give him back! Give him back right now!”
“Or what?” Blair demanded. “I kind of like the idea of having him buried alive.” She cocked her head to the side. “But you know what…”
She flicked her wand and the ground exploded between two trees a distance away. Hansel emerged from the ground, coughing and sputtering, covered head to toe in dirt. He was bound by tree roots, the roots to the tree to his left around his left arm, the same with the tree to his right.
“Hansel!” Gretel cried in relief.
Her brother coughed some more and spat out the dirt in his mouth. “Fucking bitch,” he growled. He shook his head, shaking off the dirt, and glanced at his sister. “Not you, the bloodsucker.”
Blair sneered at Gretel. “How did it feel to think that you lost your brother? Perhaps you now know how I felt to lose my son.”
Gretel scoffed as she returned her attention to the vampire-witch. “As if you felt anything remotely close to the loss of a loved one. You’re upset because we ruined your plans, not because you lost your son.” She gave her a mocking smile. “I can’t imagine your master will be happy about that. How pissed off do you think he’ll be that you not only betrayed him by using the Antichrist for your own agenda, but also let it die? I’ll be more than happy to send your ass down to him to find out. Then the three of you can be one big happy family.”
Blair bared her teeth. “You should be more concerned with yourselves. Or, more specifically, your brother. I could have just let him smother in the dirt, but I’m thinking something more painful, something you can actually witness. Tell me, girl, have you ever seen someone executed by dismemberment?”
She motioned with her wand, and very slowly the two trees holding Hansel began to tip over in opposite directions. It was very slow going, the movements almost unnoticeable, but it was clear that Blair intended to have Hansel’s limbs slowly torn out.
“No!” Gretel shouted. “Stop it!”
“And just who’s going to make me?” Blair demanded. “You two? Your friar friend?” She nodded at Carl as he crawled around blindly. “Your useless apprentice?”
She pointed her wand at Ben, who was still being held down by the dirt hands. They suddenly lost their form and collapsed into piles of dirt. Ben appeared confused at first, but then a nearby tree leaned over him. One of the branches wrapped around his legs, and he was lifted into the air, hanging upside-down by his ankles.
Blair turned back to the hunters. “I could kill them at any moment, but I think you should suffer some more first. So you can just watch your loved ones die before I kill you. And I’ll tell you what, if you tell me how they should die, maybe I’ll give them that death instead of what I have planned. So tell me, how should I kill your apprentice then?”
For an answer, Gretel threw one of her daggers at her. Blair’s hand came up and grabbed it out of the air before it could hit her. “Death by dagger, is it? Well, that’s a start.” She threw the dagger, and it buried into Ben’s leg, making him cry out. Blair paid him no mind as she kept her attention on the hunters. “But you can do better.”
“Just kill the bitch!” Hansel called, letting out a pained groan as his limbs started to stretch, his broken arm giving him the most pain.
“Go to him,” Van Helsing told Gretel, and suddenly charged at Blair.
Gretel hesitated a moment before running for her brother. Blair ignored the monster hunter for the moment and waved her wand in Hansel’s direction. The ground suddenly caught fire, surrounding her captive in a ring of fire, and Gretel skidded to a halt before she ran into the flames. Blair then turned back to Van Helsing and leapt back to avoid his swipe with his buzz saw, practically flying into the air. She landed a distance away and sneered at him. Van Helsing let out a frustrated grunt and went after her again.
Gretel looked around the flames, trying to determine if she could leap over them, only to realize that it was too far, and even if it wasn’t, the flames were too high. It was always a bit of a surprise when a witch used fire magic, as doing so would also put them at risk. Fire witches were extremely rare, as even they remained highly flammable, despite their brand of magic, even to their own fire. With Blair being a vampire though, she didn’t need to worry about death by fire, not unless she was exposed to the sun, since she would heal.
But there was no way for Gretel to get to her brother; they were completely cut off from each other. And with the trees slowly inching apart as they tipped over, it wouldn’t be long before he was torn apart.
“Hansel, hold on!” she called to him.
Hansel coughed from the smoke, the flames a little too close for comfort. “Just go. Kill her and her magic will stop.”
“But what about you?”
“I’ll be fine for now. Just make it fast before my arms are pulled out of their sockets.”
His face was already strained as he felt his limbs being stretched, though that could just be due to his broken arm. Gretel didn’t want to leave him there like that, but he was right, the only way to save him would be to get rid of Blair before it was too late. So, gritting her teeth, she turned and went to help Van Helsing.
Ben still hung upside-down, the blood rapidly rushing to his head. He watched as Gretel joined Van Helsing, and the two did battle with Blair. He glanced over at Hansel hanging from the two trees, and then at the helpless Carl. He looked up at his legs, seeing the dagger buried in his leg.
Eyes narrowing in determination, he reached up and ripped the dagger out with a pained cry. Then, taking a few deep breaths, he curled his body upward, grabbing onto the branch wrapped around his feet. He placed the dagger against the branch and began sawing through it.
Both Van Helsing and Gretel attacked Blair, who easily dodged their attacks, toying with them. Van Helsing swiped with his buzz saw while Gretel slashed with her dagger, and Blair almost easily avoided their attacks with her superior speed. She jumped back as Van Helsing swiped at her, then began rapidly spinning around. A small tornado formed around her, and the two hunters were blown off their feet.
They were up a moment later and came at Blair again when she stopped spinning. She motioned to the fire with her wand, and balls of fire came out of it, which she then sent flying at the two hunters. They dodged around the large fireballs, and more of the area began to burn as the fireballs burst apart upon making contact with the ground, sending flames flying.
With a snarl, Blair motioned upward with her hands. Thick tree roots burst up from the ground around her, and she sent them flying at the hunter. Van Helsing moved in front of Gretel protectively and used his buzz saws to slice at the roots as they attempted to impale them. They continued making their way towards Blair, fighting around the obstacles she threw in their paths.
When they got close, Blair took a deep breath and unleashed a banshee-like scream. The air itself rippled from the sound of her cry, and both Van Helsing and Gretel were thrown back as the soundwaves hit them. They hit the ground, both of them groaning in pain as their ears rang. While they were down, a gathering of trees moved in.
With a motion from Blair’s wand, the trees began to tip over. Ears ringing, Van Helsing saw the collapsing trees. He nudged Gretel, and she noticed them too. They rolled out of the way and hopped to their feet, avoiding the first of the falling tree. More came crashing down around them though, and they fled to avoid them, getting separated in the process. Van Helsing now had a clear path towards Blair, and he charged at her.
Blair pointed her wand at another tree and motioned upward. The tree completely uprooted itself, tearing free from the ground. She sent it flying at Van Helsing as he came at her, but he dropped down and rolled, allowing the tree to fly over him, then rushed at Blair again.
She stabbed her wand into the ground, and the ground beneath Van Heling’s feet liquified. He sank down up to his waist as if he were in quicksand, and the ground solidified again, trapping him.
“That will be enough from you,” she told him.
“And you as well,” the monster hunter replied.
From behind him, Gretel came leaping over one of the fallen trees. She rushed over to Van Helsing, jumping up and kicking off his shoulders to gain height, and came down towards Blair.
The vampire-witch jumped back, avoiding the swipe of Gretel’s dagger. She flicked her wand, and a long root shot out of the ground behind Gretel, wrapping around her throat. Gretel choked as it yanked her back, and she fell to her knees, her face quickly turning red as she was choked. The dagger fell from her hand as she began clawing at her throat. Behind her, Van Helsing struggled to pull himself out of the ground to get to her.
Blair approached Gretel, looking disgusted. She made a small gesture, and the root around Gretel’s throat tightened, her eyes practically bulging out. “How fitting that you would end up on your knees with something around your throat, just as my son did. I would drag this out more, but I’m tired of looking at your faces.”
As she spoke, Ben finally finished sawing through the tree branch wrapped around his legs. He dropped down onto his back, getting the wind knocked out of him. The branch around his legs went slack, returning to its original state, and he kicked it away.
Getting to his feet, he quickly accessed the situation regarding the others. Gripping the dagger, he charged at Blair, heedless of the stab wound in his leg, ready to do what he could.
Without so much as looking at him, Blair pointed her wand back a Ben. He froze when he was just a few feet away. She motioned upward, and he was lifted off the ground. That was when Blair finally glanced at him with a look of disdain.
“Wait for your turn, useless apprentice,” she told him dismissively.
With a flick of her wand, she sent him flying away. He crashed into a tree, crying out in pain as he sank to the ground. Blair then turned her attention back to Gretel, whose face was going from purple to blue, and a satisfied grin spread across her face.
Behind the witch hunter, Van Helsing finally managed to crawl out of the ground. He began crawling over to where the tree root that was wrapped around Gretel’s neck was coming out of the ground and made to cut it with his buzz saw. Blair caught sight of him and flicked her wand. Just before he was able to cut the root, dirt hands burst out of the ground and grabbed him, pinning him down.
Blair sneered at him, then looked back at Gretel. “No more help is coming. You may have killed the Antichrist, but now this is where you all die.”
At that moment, a pained cry escaped Hansel, and not just because of his broken arm this time. His limbs were stretched to capacity, and he couldn’t take much more.
The vampire-witch glanced at him, then back at Gretel with a cruel grin. “It sounds like your brother is just about out of time. I suppose that means you are too. I think I’ll let him witness your death before he’s torn limb from limb.” She briefly glanced at Van Helsing as he fought against the dirt hands holding him down. “You though, your suffering will be much greater. But for now…”
She flicked her wand. From out of the forest, Hansel’s shotgun flew over. It came to a stop in front of her and pointed at Gretel before cocking.
“I was going to use this on your brother since it’s his weapon,” Blair told her, then briefly glanced at the male witch hunter as he continued to cry out, “but he has something else going for him right now. So it’s only appropriate that I use it on you instead.” She sneered at her. “Say hello to your wretched white witch mother for me.”
Gretel’s mouth worked, but no sound came out. A few moments later, the shotgun fired. Gretel had closed her eyes a moment before it had gone off, and felt something wet and warm splatter across her face.
“Ben!” Van Helsing shouted.
Ben? Gretel cracked her eyes open. Indeed, the witch hunting apprentice stood in front of her, shielding her from the shotgun with his body. The warm wetness she had felt splatter against her had been his blood as he took a bullet for her.
“Ben,” she whispered, his name silently slipping past her lips.
There was no sound, so he didn’t hear her, and simply toppled over. His eyes were wide, his mouth moving soundlessly as bloody gurgles escaped him. He looked up at Gretel, a large gunshot hole in his chest, and reached a bloody hand out towards her.
“Stupid boy,” Blair scoffed. She motioned with her wand, and Ben slid behind her by an unsee force, leaving a trail of blood behind. “You sacrifice yourself and save no one. You can suffer with your chosen fate until your final breath for that as you watch me kill the woman you love.”
Ben coughed up a mouthful of blood in response, and Blair just sneered back at him. She turned her attention back to Gretel, who looked like she was on the verge of passing out from lack of air.
“Now, now,” Blair taunted. “Stay with me now, just a little longer. I want you to see it coming. Which reminds me.”
She pointed her wand at the flames surrounding Hansel, and they were extinguished, revealing the red in the face witch hunter as he struggled to bare the pain of his bones nearly getting pulled out of their sockets.
“Now you have a clear view of your sister’s death,” she commented. She glanced at the struggling Van Helsing. “You keep watch too. This is where the stories of the great Van Helsing and witch hunting twins end.” The shotgun cocked again, and Blair sneered. “But know this before you die, you may have killed the Antichrist and stopped the apocalypse, but you haven’t stopped me. And I’ll see to it that that little town you came here to save pays for what you’ve taken from me. Think on that as you die.”
She raised her wand, but just as she made to make the shotgun fire, she was grabbed from behind by Ben, who had somehow managed to get to his feet. Gripping the dagger he had also somehow managed to hold onto through it all, he brought it up and slit Blair’s throat. Blood came gushing out of her neck and she cried out. She elbowed him off her, the horn growing out of her elbow stabbing into Ben’s gut right beside his shotgun wound. She whirled around and grabbed him, tossing the apprentice away.
Having one’s throat slit was not fatal to vampires, but it certainly hurt, and it served to distract Blair from her concentration. The hands of dirt holding onto Van Helsing crumbled apart, and he immediately lunged forward, using his buzz saw to sever the root that was strangling Gretel.
The root went slack around Gretel’s neck and she took a deep, much needed breath, her face returning to its natural color. She wasted no time though, grabbing the dagger beside her that she had dropped and getting to her feet. Just as Blair turned back to her, Gretel lunged forward, stabbing the dagger into the vampire-witch’s chest, directly into her heart.
Blair screeched and pulled back, the dagger buried in her chest. She stumbled away from Gretel and took on her bat form, attempting to fly away. Her feet barely left the ground before she dropped back down, landing on her back. Her wings flapped at her side as she writhed on the ground, skidding away from the witch hunter.
The dagger hadn’t completely pierced her heart, but it had penetrated it. Pained grunts and animalistic cries escaped her as she flopped about. She attempted to reach up and grab the dagger, but her arms didn’t seem to want to work, as she only seemed to be able to lift them no more than a few inches off the ground before they dropped back down again. The few times she managed to reach the dagger, her fingers only managed to graze it before her arms flopped back down.
The tree roots holding Hansel went slack, and he dropped to the ground. Pained groans escaped him as his limbs ached horribly, especially his broken arm, but at least he was still in one piece; he hadn’t know how much more he could take.
Gretel breathed heavily as she stared down at Blair. Reaching up, she pulled the root from around her neck, revealing the bruises forming there. Van Helsing came up beside her and placed a hand on her shoulder. She glanced at him, then at her brother, letting out a sigh of relief when she saw he was ok, then looked around for Ben.
She spotted the apprentice a distance away laying in a pool of his own blood. She glanced at Van Helsing again, and he gave her a nod. She hurried over to Ben as the monster hunter kept his eyes on the vampire-witch. He stepped towards her, and Blair futilely shuffled backwards, her wings flapping at her sides. He kicked her wand away, then looked down at her with narrowed eyes.
She bared her fangs at him. “Stay away from me!”
“I don’t think you have any right to make demands of us,” he told her coldly.
Gretel reached Ben. He was laying on his side, facing away from her. She rolled him onto his back and gasped at what she saw. He had a large hole in his chest from the gunshot blast and a second one in his stomach from Blair’s elbow horn. The former had gone straight through him and out his back, and Gretel realized how lucky she had been not to be hit by the bullet as well; it’s trajectory must have been thrown off as it passed through him.
“Oh my God,” she whispered, placing her hands over the wounds, futilely trying to stop the bleeding. “Just hold on, you’re going to be fine.”
“Gretel…” he gasped out, and began coughing up more blood.
Hansel had gotten to his feet, and he began limping over to Van Helsing as the monster hunter stood over the vampire-witch. He glared down at Blair and nodded at her. “Why’s she still alive?”
“Just thought you or your sister would want to do the honors,” Van Helsing replied. “You were the ones who were hired for the job.”
“Smart ass,” Hansel muttered, and limped closer to Blair.
“Wait…” she hissed out as she tried and failed to lift herself up. “Wait…”
Hansel scoffed. “Yeah, sorry, bitch, but I’ve had enough of you.”
He lifted his foot and stomped down on the end of the dagger, sending it completely into her heart. An inhuman wail escaped Blair, her body arching off the ground. Her body began to become reduced to ash, her wings crumbling away. She turned gray as the ashing spread from her chest over her whole body. One final screech escaped her, her cry echoing through the forest, and then she completely crumbled apart.
Van Helsing and Hansel stared down at the pile of ashes Blair had been reduced to. On reflex, Van Helsing made to make the sign of the cross and send his prayer over her, but paused as he caught himself, his hand stopping on its way to his forehead. Lowering his hand, he shook his head as he looked down at the pile of ashes in disgust.
“No,” he said to them, “not for you.”
Hansel, who had been watching him, raised an eyebrow. “Damn right. I would have kicked your ass if you said a prayer for her.”
Van Helsing glanced at him, noting the way the witch hunter was holding his broken arm. “With an arm like that, kicking is all you’re going to be able to do for a while.”
With Blair gone, her magic and influence began to lift from the area. All the flames she had conjure up burned out, and up in the sky, at long last, the clouds began to fade. A distance away, Carl’s voice suddenly returned as he flopped around on his side.
“–elp me!” he cried out. “Help…”
He trailed off as he realized his sight and hearing had returned. Blinking a few times, he quickly sat up and rubbed his eyes. That was when he realized that his sense of touch had returned as well.
“I can see!” he exclaimed, then reached up and began flapping his ears. “I can… I can hear too! I can feel! I can,” he sniffed the air, “I can smell!” Then, for some reason he would reflect on later in bewilderment, he grabbed a handful of dirt and licked it. “I can taste too!” He then made a face and spit it out. “Wish I hadn’t done that.”
“You alright, Carl?” Van Helsing called to him.
The friar turned to the two hunters. They looked rather beaten up, but they were alive, and his face lit up. “You did it!” He got to his feet and hurried over to them. “You got her, didn’t you? Oh, thank God. What she did to me, that was horrible. I don’t care what you or the cardinal says anymore, I am done going on these missions. First Dracula and his brides, then the Devil’s consort and the Antichrist. I shudder to think what’s next.”
“Carl,” Van Helsing said.
The friar blinked. “Oh, right, sorry. Um, where’s the others?”
Van Helsing didn’t answer, but his eyes became sad and he looked away. Carl glanced at Hansel to see that the witch hunter was looking in the same direction as Van Helsing. He looked where they were looking and saw Gretel sitting beside a bloody Ben, and his face fell.
“Oh no…” he muttered.
Ben’s breathing was slow as he stared up at the sky. Gretel knelt beside him, holding his hand, making sure to stay in his line of vision. She only looked away from him when she heard the others approach, and her brother let out a quiet. “Shit.”
Gretel’s eyes were sad as she kept her other hand over Ben’s wounds. “There’s nothing I can…”
She trailed off, not able to say it. But she didn’t need to. Hansel knew the extent of the damage his custom-made shotgun could cause; he had designed it himself. It had been meant to take down witches, so a human was not going to survive when taking a bullet from it, especially where Ben had been hit.
“Should we get him back to town?” Carl asked hopefully. “Maybe the doctor can help.”
Van Helsing glanced at him. He knew that Carl could tell good and well that Ben’s injury was fatal, but the friar seemed to be in denial. “I’m afraid this is beyond what any doctor can fix.”
Carl’s face fell and he looked back down at Ben in despair. But then his expression became thoughtful, and with a cry of “Oh!”, he hurried off.
He returned less than a minute later, holding the Holy Spear, the Necronomicon, and the Philosophe’s Stone. He dropped the former two items on the ground and held up the blood red rock. “Perhaps this can help.”
He held the Philosopher’s Stone out over Ben and then waited, as if he expected something to happen. After several seconds of nothing, he began shaking it, then started rubbing it, but still nothing happened.
“Come on,” he grumbled impatiently. “Why won’t it do anything? It’s supposed to produce the elixir of life, isn’t it?” Then he paused for a moment. “How does a rock produce an elixir?”
He seemed to dismiss the question though and began fumbling with it again. Van Helsing sighed and placed a hand on the friar’s shoulder. “It was a good idea, Carl, but I don’t think an elixir that extends life is going to be helpful here.”
Carl frowned at that and glanced at Hansel. The witch hunter seemed to reluctantly agree and averted his eyes. Gretel too looked away, returning her gaze to Ben.
But Carl wasn’t willing to give up yet. Though he had never actually admitted it, back when he, Van Helsing, and Anna had faced down Dracula, a part of him had blamed himself for the princess’ death. Van Helsing had been a werewolf at the time, and so hadn’t been able to control himself. He had been counting on the two of them to either cure him or kill him once he had taken out the vampire king. And although they had managed to give him the cure before the lycanthrope curse had completely consumed him, it had cost Anna her life.
Carl had always felt that if he had been able to do more that night maybe she wouldn’t have died. Maybe if he had found a way across the broken bridge sooner, he wouldn’t have had to pass the cure to Anna, and then he could have given it to Van Helsing himself, even if that meant dying in her place, or maybe they could have all survived.
In this battle with Blair and the Antichrist, he had been practically useless. He just stood on the sidelines the whole time, and as soon as he had gotten involved, he had been robbed of his senses, once again left unable to do anything to help.
But while he may not be able to do much in battle, his brainpower was where he shined. If the Philosopher’s Stone wouldn’t work, then fine, he had a backup plan.
Dropping the stone beside the Holy Spear, he cringed as he picked up the Necronomicon. “Then what about this?”
The others looked at him as if he were mad, and he couldn’t exactly blame them. Hansel gave the book a particularly disgusted look. “What the hell are we supposed to do with that?”
Carl wobbled his head. “Well, it is the Book of the Dead. It’s said there are spells of resurrection in it?” He looked at Gretel. “Are there? Did you come across any?”
Gretel’s bottom lip thinned. To be honest, there had been some resurrection spells she had found while reading it, but not the kind that Carl had in mind, and any that were included were not pretty. Such spells had included necromancy to animate corpses, summoning a demon into a dead body, temporarily using a recently dead body to commune with the dead, among other things.
The closest thing she’d come across to what Carl was suggesting required sacrificing a virgin to resurrect a deceased person. But even then, the body of the resurrected person would be corrupt by dark magic, and they would live a horrible cursed life. It had sounded more like trapping the soul of the person in their own dead body, leaving them unable to die until they completely decomposed. But even if that weren’t part of it, they could never sacrifice someone else.
Giving the book a hateful look, she shook her head. “There’s nothing in there that I’ve come across that will be of any use. Anything dealing with resurrection has far worse consequences than simply staying dead. And there was nothing about healing that I could find.”
But Carl just pushed it towards her. “Just take a look while there’s still time. Maybe there’s something that can help that you haven’t found yet. It could be on the very next page you left off from.”
Gretel looked at the Necronomicon. That book was pure evil, she knew that firsthand. And now that the Antichrist had been killed and the dark prophecy had failed, she planned to burn the notes Renfield had taken. It would be better if anything within that book remained inside it.
Still, as Carl suggested, maybe there was a slim chance that there would be some way to help Ben in there. She highly doubted it, and even if there was, there was still a great deal for her to go through; she wasn’t even a quarter of the way through yet. The chances of finding an actual, uncorrupted way to save Ben before he did, if there was one, were slim to none. And any possibility of resurrecting him once he died would undoubtedly come with a price to pay that would be even worse than death.
On top of that, any resurrection spells or rituals would also require the use of magic, which neither she nor her brother possessed, despite their mother being a white witch. Meaning their only chance was some kind of potion. But the odds of coming across one, if there was one, finding the necessary ingredients, and properly brewing it in time, were astronomical.
Still, they had to try. So, with great reluctance, she took the book from Carl. But as she made to open it, Ben reached up, placed a bloody hand on top of the Necronomicon, and closed it.
“No,” he gasped out. “I don’t want… anything from that… from that thing…”
Carl glanced back at the book, then back at him. “But what if it can save you?”
Ben somehow managed to glare at the Necronomicon. “That thing can’t… save anyone… I’d rather… I’d rather die… than use it…”
He began coughing up more blood, and Gretel’s lowered the Necronomicon. Unfortunately, she agreed with him that using the book wasn’t smart; the consequences would be too great. She too would rather die than rely on it. So she let out a sigh and set the book down.
A reluctant look of acceptance passed over Hansel’s face and he crouched down. Being as gentle as possible, he clasped Ben’s shoulder and gave it a light shake. “You did good, kid. You did good.”
A small smile crept up Ben’s face. “It was an honor to… serve as the apprentice… of the world’s greatest witch hunters…”
Gretel felt tears prick her eyes, but did not let them fall. Neither she nor her brother had ever cried since they made their first kill years ago, but this, this came close.
“You’re not an apprentice,” she told him, “you’re a witch hunter.”
Then she leaned down and gave him a light but lingering kiss on the lips, heedless of the blood. She may not be able to return his feelings, but she could at least give him this much.
She pulled back, her lips red with his blood, but she didn’t wipe it away. Ben’s eyes were wide with surprise at the kiss, and a small smile spread across his face. He knew the kiss didn’t mean anything to her, but it was something he had wanted for a long time, and he was grateful to have it.
He opened his mouth to say something, but no sound came out. His pupils dilated and the smile slipped from his lips as his breathing ceased. The remaining air in his lungs escaped in a hiss as his heart stopped beating, and he went still.
A sniffle escaped Gretel and she turned away, finally wiping the blood from her mouth. Hansel sighed and hung his head in sorrow, the pain in his broken arm forgotten. Carl stumbled back, unable to take his eyes off the witch apprentice.
Lowering his head in respect, Van Helsing crouched down beside the witch hunting siblings. Slowly, he reached out and gently closed Ben’s eyes, then made the sign of the cross. “God rest your soul.”

(A/N: Yes, I did it again. I killed off another character from the original story. This too was planned from the beginning. Ben came across as the comedic underdog that was just there to support the heroes, but I wanted to have him do something really impactful, but at a great sacrifice. So while he wasn't the one to kill Blair, he made the blow that enabled our heroes to take her down. Yeah, I know I dragged his death out a bit to make it seem like he could be saved, but that was meant to subvert expectations and give him an emotional send off. So, sorry if you were hoping he would be saved, but I felt like this was the best direction to go. But this sorry isn't over yet, we still have an epilogue to go. And since it's an epilogue it will be shorter than normal chapters so I'll have it out next week instead of in two weeks, so stay tuned for that.)
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