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Van Helsing And The Witch Hunters
By : moviefan
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(A/N: The final chapter is here. Well, epilogue anyway, so it's shorter, hence why it's out earlier. Just got to tie up some loose ends and, well, I'll just let you see. Enjoy.)
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Epilogue
After gathering up their items, the group had set fire to Blair’s lair, destroying all traces of the vampire-witch. Then they returned to the town with Ben’s body to provide him with a proper burial. Sadly, the same could not be said for Edward since his body had been reduced to ash.
They half expected to run into more witches who had been drawn to the Morning Star’s light the way the plague witch and beast witch had been, but they encountered none. It seemed that the eclipse ending and the Morning Star’s light returning to normal had signified that the Antichrist had fallen, and so the witches that had been coming had turned around and returned to their lairs.
“I hope they cry about it,” Hansel had remarked.
Upon returning to town, they’d each paid the town doctor a visit to have their wounds treated. They were patched up and, in Hansel’s case, had his arm put in a cast with a sling. Fortunately, it had been a clean break, and although having his limbs stretched out had required the doctor to reset the broken bone, Hansel was assured that he should make a full recovery.
Of course, his injury would put him out of the witch hunting business for a while few weeks, but the large payment for Blair’s bounty would more than cover that. Which had been their very next stop. After having their injuries treated, the group had gone to inform the mayor that the job was done and collect their bounty. Hansel also demanded additional payment since they had also killed the Antichrist in addition to Blair, along with five other witches and the wendigo in the forest. The mayor had agreed, and just as Van Helsing said he would, he allowed the witch hunting siblings to have the entire reward.
In the days that followed, they’d made arrangements to give Ben a proper burial, with Carl holding the service. And although they didn’t have a body, they held a funeral for Edward too. The loss of their friends weighed heavily upon them, but they took comfort in the thought that they had stopped the apocalypse.
Once all was said and done, it was time for them all to say their goodbyes. Van Helsing and Carl were set to return to Rome, but with Hansel’s arm the way it was, they wouldn’t be hunting anymore witches until it healed. So the mayor had invited them to stay until he recovered, allowing them to continue to stay in Renfield’s now vacant house.
“And I swear,” Hansel grunted, “if I see that lying bastard again, I’m going to put a bullet in him.”
As if on cue, Renfield the cat poked his face around the side of the house and let out a humanoid meow.
“Perfect timing,” Hansel growled, and pulled out a pistol.
The cat meowed again and took off. Hansel fired at it, but missed, and he chased after it as it ran away. Gretel rolled her eyes as she watched her brother go after it until he lost sight of it.
“Get back here, you fucking pussy!” he shouted to it. “And no, I’m not calling you that because you’re a cat!”
“Hansel,” Gretel called to him, “give it a rest, will you. If we’re going to be staying here until you recover, you can’t be disturbing the peace like this every time you see him.”
“Then the damn thing better make sure I don’t see it,” he replied irritably.
“I thought you decided to let him stay that way as punishment for what he did,” Carl remarked.
Hansel grunted as he came back over to them. “Yeah, but I’m still pissed off he used us like he did. I at least want to shoot off his tail, maybe break one of his legs.” He held up his cast arm. “Then he can know what this feels like.”
His sister sighed and shook her head, though she knew that his bad mood was due to him being in a cast. It wasn’t the first time one of them had sustained a big injury from a hunt that put them out of commission for a while, and it never failed to frustrate either of them.
“Just imagine him hacking up hairballs after licking his ass and having to choke down dead birds and mice until some predator picks him off. That’ll make you feel better.”
An irritated grunt escaped him. “I’d still like to break one of his legs.”
Van Helsing couldn’t help but smile as he finished saddling up his horse. “I believe that would be animal abuse.”
“I can live with that,” Hansel muttered.
Van Helsing let out a light chuckle and shook his head. He then turned to Gretel, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. It wasn’t often that he made friends on one of his jobs, let alone gained a lover. It made for more awkward goodbyes. “Well, I guess this is it.”
Letting out a sigh, she crossed her arms. “I suppose so. I suppose you’ll be heading back to the Vatican to receive your next job.”
He smiled lightly. “So it seems. There’s always some creature of darkness out there causing trouble. But at least now I finally know who I am and what my purpose is.”
A small laugh escaped Gretel. “Yes, that was some discovery. The fucking archangel Gabriel. Jesus, that’s quite the revelation. And you’ve been periodically sent back to Earth to fight evil several times over hundreds of years.” She gave him a teasing smile. “Maybe the next time you die you can ask God if you can have a break for a millennium or two.”
He chuckled at that as well. “For all I know, I’m the one who volunteers to come down. But I suppose I’ll have to wait for those memories to come back before I know that.”
“Well, I hope you don’t get them back too soon since it would require dying. Honestly, I don’t envy you the headache you’ll get when multiple lifetimes of memories come back to you all at once.” She shrugged, “Or maybe you don’t get headaches in Heaven since it’s Heaven.”
His smile faltered a bit. “Hopefully there won’t be any other major world threats to humanity that will require me to be sent down in the first place. In which case, the world will be counting on people like you and your brother.”
“Damn right,” Hansel replied as he walked over. “And as long as there are witches out there, those like us will always be there to send their sorry asses to Hell.”
Van Helsing smiled at him. “Well, if we get any reports of a witch causing trouble, I’ll see if the Vatican can notify you. It’ll get you a new bounty and make my job easier. We can do that, right, Carl?”
The friar seemed taken aback by the question, but then wobbled his head. “Well, yes, I suppose so. If we can get in contact with them somehow.”
“Good,” Hansel remarked. “You still owe us for the Snow Queen.”
Gretel rolled her eyes. “God, again with that? I thought you two moved past that.”
“I thought we did too,” Van Helsing remarked, sounding amused.
Hansel nodded. “We did, but that doesn’t make us even.”
From the witch hunter’s tone, Van Helsing could tell that he was joking, but it paved the way for what the monster hunter wanted to do next. “Then maybe this will help. Carl, fetch our friends their parting gift.”
The friar looked confused at first, but then remembered. “Oh, right!”
He hurried back into the house, and Gretel looked back at Van Helsing with a raised eyebrow. “You got us a going away present?”
The monster hunter inclined his head. “Of sorts. Since Renfield no longer needs his house, or anything inside it, I asked the mayor if we could have a few things. He said we could once I told him what I wanted. He considered them disposable.”
Hansel scoffed. “Then why would we want them?”
At that moment, Carl came out of the house, dragging a large sack behind him. “Let’s just say that we made some… adjustments.” He set the sack down with a huff. “I’d suggest you keep these out of sight.”
He pulled the sack open, and the sun that was finally shining again above the town reflected off something inside the sack. Both Hansel and Gretel’s eyes widened at the sight of it.
“Is that gold?” the latter asked.
She opened the sack some more and saw that indeed it was. The entire sack was filled with gold. Strangely though, they were all normal household items, such as utensils, fire pokers, candlesticks, pots and pans, and more.
“Where’d you get all this?” Hansel asked in disbelief.
Smirking, Van Helsing reached into his pocket and pulled out the Philosopher’s Stone, holding the blood red stone up for them to see. “The stories were true, it can turn any metal to gold. Thought I should put it to good use before the Vatican locks it away.”
He tossed the stone to Carl, who caught it. Opening his bag, he dropped it inside, right next to the Necronomicon and the Holy Spear, both of which were bound in cloth.
Hansel still looked stunned. “And you’re just giving this to us?”
Van Helsing shrugged. “I have no need for it. But I’ll bet it’ll buy you quite a bit of equipment. And yes, I’d listen to Carl’s advice about keeping it out of sight until you plan to cash it in.”
Gretel nodded in agreement as she got over her shock. “We will, and thank you.”
The monster hunter flashed her a smile. “No, thank you. Had it not been for you and your brother, things may have turned out differently.”
“Same to you,” Hansel replied as he pulled the sack closed. He glanced at Carl and nodded at the bag he carried. “And I hope you’ll take our advice to lock that damn book away where it can never see the light of day again.”
Van Helsing nodded. “That’s the plan. As soon as we get back to Rome, it’s going back where it belongs.”
With that, he placed his hat on his head and climbed up onto his horse. Carl mounted his own horse beside him, the two of them ready to head out.
“Well, my friends,” the monster hunter said, “it was a real honor working with you.”
Gretel smiled up at him. “The pleasure was all ours, Mr. Van Helsing.”
Next to her, Hansel made a disgusted face as he glanced at his sister. “Oh, God, tell me that pleasure comment didn’t have a double meaning.”
Gretel nudged him, deliberately bumping his broken arm, and he grunted in pain before swearing loudly. Gretel didn’t so much as glance at him as she gave the monster hunter and friar a departing nod. “Maybe we’ll work together again in the future sometime.”
Van Helsing returned her smile. “I would like that.” He tipped his hat to her. “My lady.”
Taking the reins, he gave his horse a light kick. Carl mimicked him, and the two of them were off, heading through the town gates. Gretel waved as she watched them go as her brother glared at her.
“Was that really necessary?” he demanded, in reference to her nudging his broken arm.
She gave him a dirty look. “You were the one who decided to be an asshole.”
“I wasn’t being an asshole,” he insisted. “Didn’t we agree not to discuss our bed company with each other?”
“I wasn’t. You just have a dirty mind this morning.”
He scoffed at that. “Yeah, I have the dirty mind. Only one of us actually got down and dirty during this job, and it wasn’t me.” He nudged the sack full of gold with his foot. “Maybe that’s the real reason he gave us this gold.”
Gretel’s mouth dropped open in shock. “Hansel, I swear to God, if that was your way of calling me a whore, I’m going to break your other arm.”
He nonchalantly looked away. “I’m not calling you anything or implying anything, sis. But if that’s what you’re thinking, then maybe you–”
Gretel’s pistol was suddenly in her hand, and she pointed it at her brother. “Finish that sentence, I dare you.”
In an instant, Hansel’s own pistol was in his hand, pointing at her. “Yeah, you want to go there? Because we can go there.”
Her other gun came up, both pistols pointed at her brother on either side of his. “Any time.”
They stood like that for several moments, guns pointing at each other. Gretel broke first, her mouth curving into a smile before she started laughing. Hansel joined her a moment later, and the two of them lowered their pistols as they laughed at their antics.
“Come on,” she said, holstering her guns and grabbing the sack of gold, “let’s get this inside.”
Hansel holstered his own gun, giving her a pained look of false regret. “Ah, sorry, sis, but I’m not supposed to overexert myself for a few days.” He held up his broken arm. “Doctor’s orders.”
She rolled her eyes, but didn’t argue with him as she grabbed the sack. “Yeah, I’m sure. You’re such an asshole sometimes.”
He flashed her a smile. “Sometimes, but you love me.”
“No,” she said, smirking at him as they headed inside, “I’m just stuck with you.”
THE END

(A/N: And that's a wrap. I have to admit, I had a lot of trouble bringing this to an end, really because I wasn't sure how to conclude everything. So maybe it's just me, but this ending felt a little… forced? Axed, maybe? I don't know, it felt like something was missing, but I at least got it to the point where I was satisfied. Regardless, I had a lot of fun with this one. I know crossover stories aren't the most popular, but thanks to everyone who stuck with this story. I hope you enjoyed it, because it's been a hoot. Don't forget to leave your final thoughts on this story. Catch you later.)
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Van Helsing And The Witch Hunters	By : moviefan Category: -Movies Misc > Crossovers Views: 350 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Van Helsing And The Witch Hunters