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Van Helsing And The Witch Hunters
By : moviefan
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(A/N: Ok, I know crossovers can sometimes find it difficult to draw in readers, but that's ok, I'm writing this for me. I do want to make it clear what time period this story takes place in. The Van Helsing movie took place in 1887, and this story takes place 3 years later, so it's now 1890 in this story. As for Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters, well, the movie never gave us an actual date, and the folktale takes place in numerous different time periods, ranging from the 1400s to the 2000s depending on the version bing told. The most notable version of the story takes place in 1893 though, and judging by the appearance of the timeline in the movie, that seems about right, so the timelines match up pretty well.)
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Chapter 2: New Assignment
The doors to the church burst open as a man stormed through them, his appearance obscured by his hat and bandana covering the lower half of his face. He impatiently stormed over to the confessional and stepped inside.
Taking a seat, he skipped the formalities and knocked on the wall. “Open up!”
A disapproving grunt came from the other side of the confessional and the small slide open, revealing the face of Cardinal Jinette on the other side. “Van Helsing, is that the way you present yourselves?”
Pulling down his bandana, he glared at the cardinal. “Unless you want me to wave around the souvenir I brought, cut the crap and let me in; I’m in no mood to stand on ceremony after this last assignment.”
The cardinal gave him a look of disapproval, but hit a lever that opened a secret door in the confessional, through which Van Helsing entered. The cardinal followed after him, but Van Helsing didn’t even bother to glance at him as he headed down the hall.
“What has fouled your mood?” he asked the aggravated monster hunter.
At that, Van Helsing stopped walking and turned to him. “If I’m in a foul mood, it’s because I’m tired of being sent on mission to do the church’s dirty work when I should be fighting actual evil.”
To emphasize his point, he reached into the sack he carried and pulled out the giant head of a fly, holding it up to the cardinal. This was, as he had said, the latest “souvenir” from his latest mission. Some poor scientist had been mixing science with sorcery to try and create teleporters. And he had been successful. However, when attempting to teleport himself, a fly had gotten into the teleporting chamber with him, and upon being teleported, his head and one of his arms had been swapped with the fly’s.
The cardinal retreated from the horrific sight of the giant fly head. “Put that thing away!”
“Why?” Van Helsing asked, taking a step towards the cardinal instead, still holding out the head. “Does it make you uncomfortable? You were the one who wanted me to bring back a piece for research. And you were the one who sent me to kill him in the first place. This man was not evil.”
“Perhaps,” the cardinal conceded. “But he was becoming dangerous, and an increasing threat. You saw it yourself, did you not?”
Van Helsing didn’t answer, but he didn’t have to. What the cardinal said was true, the once great scientist was indeed becoming increasingly dangerous. The instinct and nature of the fly had slowly begun to take over his humanity, and he was losing the battle, becoming increasingly more and more violent. It had also affected his morality, and by the time Van Helsing had arrived on the scene, the fly-headed scientist had already killed a person, and was making plans to sacrifice his wife by teleporting with her to try and become more human than he currently was.
That, however, did not make him evil, which would have made Van Helsing refuse to kill him, just like he had spared the Frankenstein monster. But with the more violent the Fly was becoming, Van Helsing had decided to put him out of his misery, deciding to look at the scenario the same way he did when he hunted down a werewolf. What more, in the end, the poor soul managed to bring out enough of his humanity to communicate to Van Helsing that he wanted to die rather than continue to live as he was and give into his increasing violent nature.
Van Helsing had given the Fly what he asked for. He only hoped the poor scientist was able to find peace in death. After that, he had destroyed the teleporters that had been built and taken the sample the cardinal had asked for before returning to Rome. He hadn’t been happy about doing what he had done though, even though he knew it had been necessary, and taking out his frustration on the cardinal for having been the one to send him on such a mission made him feel better.
“Yes, I saw it,” he reluctantly admitted as he stuck the Fly’s head back into the sack. “It was the merciful thing to do. It still shouldn’t have been necessary though. He was a good man who made a mistake. He didn’t deserve his fate.”
“Maybe not,” the cardinal replied, “but he was dealing with forces he should not have messed with. These were the consequences of his actions.”
“And I had to clean them up,” Van Helsing snapped. “I’m tired of fighting dangerous threats that are not actually evil and are simply victims of unfortunate circumstances.”
“You were told to bring him in alive if possible so we could help.”
“Yes, but considering that that would have involved finding the fly he had switched heads with somewhere out there in the world, I didn’t exactly see that as plausible, which left me with the option of either killing him or letting him act out his violent impulses as his humanity faded more and more. I don’t like being put into those situations. It makes me feel more like a murderer than a man of God.”
A deep sigh escaped the cardinal, and a rare look of sympathy crossed his face. “We have been through this before, my son. The path of righteousness is not always easy, but if we don’t fight these dark forces, then the losses will be all the greater. The Devil, unfortunately, is always at work, and thus, so are we.”
That didn’t make Van Helsing feel much better. “I still don’t see why God can’t just take care of things Himself. This world is His creation, shouldn’t He take care of it?”
The cardinal’s sympathy seemed to vanish as he glared at the monster hunter. “The evil of humanity is an unfortunate result of the free will the Lord has granted us, and the darkness that tempts us is the Devil’s work. But what we make of this world is on us. And considering that God created this world, gave us life, free will, everything we need, do you not think that He has already done more than enough? Just how long do you wish for Him to hold humanity’s hand? Just how much do you want Him to do for us?”
“Just a little more would be appreciated,” Van Helsing snapped. He realized he was being irrational though and attempted to rein in his frustration. “At the very least, could you provide me with a case that deals with actual evil? I’d much rather feel like a hunter than a murderer.”
The cardinal held his chin up. “Then you’ll be pleased to know that I have a new assignment for you, one that’s more along the lines of what you’re looking for. And if our information is accurate, then you will be fighting the ultimate evil.”
Van Helsing resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “What, the Devil himself?”
“No, his son.”
Ordinarily, Van Helsing would dismiss the cardinal’s concerns of him being overly dramatic, but this time alarm bells went off in Van Helsing’s head, and all his frustration vanished as his mind immediately went in a single direction.
It couldn’t be, not him. He was dead. True, he had died before, but this time he should have stayed dead. He couldn’t possibly come back a second time.
“Dracula?” he asked, trying to keep the concern out of his voice. “Dracula is back?”
Much to his relief, the cardinal shook his head. “No, not him. It’s worse, much worse. The Devil’s actual son. The Antichrist is coming.”
Van Helsing’s initial relief gave way to a new kind of concern. “The Antichrist? The prophecy is coming true?” He shook his head. “It can’t be.”
“That is what you’re going to find out,” the cardinal told him. “Even if it’s not the Antichrist, there is still another evil for you to face. A witch.”
This time Van Helsing did roll his eyes. “Witches are nothing. I’ve faced plenty.”
“Not one like this. This is the grand high witch.”
Van Helsing’s confidence faltered a bit. “Grand high?”
He considered this. He’d hunted witches before, he’d even hunted Hecate, the most infamous grand witch. But the grand high witch, that was definitely new. He’d heard stories of there being a grand high witch, but there had never been anything concrete, and he wasn’t entirely sure there actually was one.
Until now.
“The highest witch there is,” the cardinal replied, drawing the monster hunter out of his thoughts. “And from the information we’ve received, she is also a vampire.”
Van Helsing shook his head. “Not possible. Black magic and dark curses like that can’t mix.”
He knew this from first-hand experience. In fact, it was how he had defeated Dracula. All known methods of killing a vampire hadn’t worked on him. It had taken Van Helsing temporarily turning into a werewolf to finally put him down. The curse of the werewolf and the curse of the vampire did not mix, destroying Dracula after Van Helsing had bitten him. Likewise, a witch’s black magic and the curse of a vampire did not mix either, which should have resulted in the witch’s death had a vampire bitten her or had the vampire curse been inflicted on her in some other way.
The cardinal motioned for him to follow, leading him into the work area. As they walked along, Van Helsing shoved the sack containing the head of the Fly into a passing by monk’s hands without so much as a word as he went after the cardinal.
“Under normal circumstances, you would be right,” the cardinal told him as he came to a stop beside a projector. “But seeing how this witch is the grand high witch, and is apparently the Devil’s consort, it seems that she has managed to survive the curse of Nosferatu. Perhaps this is also how she has managed to bear the Antichrist. I’m afraid the details are unknown; we were merely contacted with the information that was discovered after the town hired the witch hunting twins. I assume you’ve heard of them?”
Without being told anything more, Van Helsing nodded. Many people, monster hunters in particular, knew about the witch hunting siblings. The two of them had gained quite the reputation during their career of hunting down witches.
“Sure, Hansel and Gretel,” he nonchalantly replied. “Pretty much every hunter has heard of them.”
“Indeed,” the cardinal remarked, turning on the projector, and the image of the witch hunting siblings appeared on screen. “They made their first kill when they were just children, and have since killed many witches and their familiars during their career.”
He began flipping through slides, showing many images of the witch hunting siblings’ kills over the years and the reports that were written about them.
“It’s a shame so many women would sell their souls to the Devil in exchange for power,” the cardinal grumbled. “No amount of power or wealth is worth the price of damnation.”
“You ever consider that maybe less women would become witches if more places in society treated them better?” Van Helsing pointed out.
“Everyone is responsible for their own actions,” the cardinal told him dismissively. “The Devil will prey on the weaknesses of others and tempt them in ways specific to them, but it’s still their decision in the end.” He went back to flipping through the slides. “Not too long ago, we discovered that the siblings are actually the children of a grand white witch, which does explain why witch’s magic does not work on them.”
This part was news to Van Helsing. He’d heard rumors that magic didn’t work on the twins, but he didn’t know about them being the children of a white witch, or that it was even possible for them to have children. Witches became barren when they converted to the forces of darkness, but evidently this didn’t apply to white witches. Or, apparently, to the grand high witch, if she was indeed carrying the Antichrist.
“Guess that explains their immunity,” he commented.
“Indeed,” the cardinal agreed. “It allowed them to defeat a grand witch who had been responsible for the kidnapping of many children. We were, in fact, planning on sending you to deal with that situation, but they got to it first.”
“I should thank them for saving me the trouble. But what do they have to do with my new mission?”
The cardinal glanced at him impatiently. “As I said, they were hired to kill the witch, and it was them who made the discovery of the Antichrist’s coming. When they revealed what they had discovered, the town historian contacted us.”
Van Helsing nodded. “I can understand why. Do we know how long we have until his birth?”
“No, but from how far along the witch seemingly was in her pregnancy, we can assume it will be soon. You must slay her before she gives birth, otherwise we will enter a new age of darkness.”
Something suddenly occurred to Van Helsing as he thought back to his encounter with Dracula and his three brides. Over the course of their centuries together, his brides had given birth to countless children, all of which had been born dead. It had been for this reason that Dracula had recruited Dr. Frankenstein to find a way to bring them to life. The doctor had been completely unaware of the vampire king’s true intentions, and so had given life to the creature that would come to be known as the Frankenstein monster, who Dracula had used as a catalyst to bring his children to life, with the plan to have them feed off the people of the world.
Fortunately, all of Dracula’s creations were bound to him, and so all his children had died with him. Dr. Frankenstein’s monster, who had taken up his father’s name, had then headed off on his own to live a life of peace. Van Helsing had reported him dead to the Vatican, refusing to kill the poor creature, despite his orders to do so. As far as anyone who knew about Frankenstein was aware, he was dead, and therefore couldn’t be used to harm humanity.
“But if this witch is a vampire, then her offspring should be born dead,” he pointed out. “Antichrist or not, he too should be born dead with a vampire for a mother.”
The cardinal hesitated. “Perhaps. But then his mother should be dead too, and yet she lives, as both a witch and a vampire.”
“Seeing as vampires are the undead, I don’t know if we can technically classify her as alive.”
“The point is,” the cardinal snapped impatiently, “we must assume that this witch has found a way to bring life to her child. The historian who contacted us, a Mr. R. M. Renfield, has been looking into the situation, and believes he may have a way to stop this catastrophe should the birth occur.”
He flipped the image on the projector, and a picture of an old book appeared. Van Helsing recognized it immediately, and frowned in disapproval. “The Necronomicon?”
The cardinal gave a nod. “Yes, the Book of the Dead. It contains many dark spells, but also counter spells. The coming of the Antichrist is also said to be written in this book. Thus, it may contain a clue as to how to prevent it. Mr. Renfield requests that you bring it with you on your mission so that he may find a way try and decipher it.”
Van Helsing’s frown deepened. It had been he who had been sent to retrieve the Necronomicon on one of his past missions. It was an evil artifact, bound in human flesh and written in human blood upon pages made of human bone that had been used to make paper. Simply touching it had given him the chills. He was all for destroying the evil book, but had found that to be impossible. The book wouldn’t burn, nor was it affected by water. Any pages he ripped out had dissolved to dust, but had then regenerated inside the book once more, and any other damage done to it had repaired itself as well. He had even attempted to cover up what was written on the inside by dousing it in ink, and even blood, but the pages had simply absorbed it. It was decided that if the book couldn’t be destroyed, it would be kept safe by the Vatican. So Van Helsing wasn’t all too keen on the idea of bring it out of hiding.
“Is that really such a good idea?” he asked uncertainly. “If it fell into the wrong hands–”
“I know,” the cardinal agreed, sounding frustrated. “I am not fond of the idea either. But if the book does indeed have the secret of how to stop the Antichrist, it is a chance we must take.”
Still not convinced, Van Helsing crossed his arms. “Even if it did tell us, how can we use it? The book can’t be read by anyone but a witch.”
“Precisely,” the cardinal replied. He flipped back to the picture of the witch hunting siblings. “Fortunately, there will be the daughter of a witch who might be able to read it.”
Van Helsing raised an eyebrow as he looked at the image of Gretel. “Will that work? Her mother was a white witch. Will she be able to read the book?”
“I do not know,” the cardinal admitted with a sigh. “But it is a chance we have to take. Take one of our own with you. They can keep the book safe while you do your hunting.”
For the first time since he walked into the church, a smile grazed Van Helsing’s face. “I know just who to bring.”
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“No, no, absolutely not. This time I am drawing the line.”
Van Helsing wasn’t sure if he wanted to sigh in frustration or smile in amusement as he followed after the friar through the workshop. “Come on, Carl. Don’t you remember how much of an asset you were on our last mission together? You were even the one who found Dracula’s castle.”
Carl didn’t even glance at him as he began looking through a shelf of books. “Fighting the figurative son of the Devil was bad enough. I’ll be damned if I’m going to fight Lucifer’s literal son.”
Van Helsing couldn’t help but smile at that. “Not to split hairs, but I was the one who did the fighting. And did you ever consider that if you would stop swearing, you would actually be a monk by now?”
Taking a book from the shelf, Carl turned around and poked Van Helsing in the chest with it. “I did my fair part. I helped take on both his hunchback servant and his last bride with Anna.”
The smile suddenly left Van Helsing’s face and he looked away. Carl winced as he realized what he had said and gave him an apologetic look. Even now, mentioning the deceased Valerious princess’ name was still painful for Van Helsing. There had been some pretty intense feelings that had developed between the two of them as they worked together to stop the vampire king.
Her loss was even harder on Van Helsing since it had been him who had killed her. He had been a werewolf at the time, and he had attacked her when she had attempted to inject the lycanthrope cure into him. And while she had been successful, his attack had resulted in her death. Carl knew his friend was still hurting, and that her death still haunted him to this day.
“I’m sorry,” he told him sympathetically. “I… I didn’t mean to…”
Van Helsing shook his head. “No, it’s fine. It’s been three years already. It’s time I moved on.”
Letting out a sigh, Carl placed a reassuring had on his shoulder. “Time heals all wounds, my friend. Some just take longer to heal than others.”
Pushing more painful thoughts aside, Van Helsing placed his own hands on Carl’s shoulders. “That’s why I trust you more than anyone else here, Carl, because you’re my best friend.”
Carl smiled at first, but then his eyes widened in realization and he brushed Van Helsing’s hands aside. “No, nope, no, that is not going to work with me.”
“What’s not going to work?”
Turning his back on him, Carl went over to a table and began flipping through the book he had retrieved. “If you think you can butter me up with a few compliments, then you’re sorely mistaken. I’m afraid flattery will get you nowhere with me, my friend. I am not going on this mission with you, and that is final. Besides, I’m in the middle of trying to replicate the Invisible Man’s invisibility potion, so I have no time for any other distractions.”
Van Helsing frowned at that as he thought back to his mission of having to find and kill the Invisible Man. It hadn’t been pretty, and he would prefer if Carl went back to his attempt to replicate the werewolf cure instead. “Why would you be trying to replicate it?”
“To be used on your missions, of course,” Carl told him, as if this should have been obvious.
“I have no desire to be invisible forever.”
Carl let out an arrogant chuckle. “You won’t need to worry about that. I’m going to create a temporary invisibility formula, one that won’t drive you mad or have any unpleasant side effects. You take it, become invisible for a few hours, and then you’re back to normal once it wears off. It’ll help you sneak up on your prey.”
A deep sigh escaped Van Helsing. “I’d prefer it if you don’t refer to them as ‘prey’. It only makes the title of murderer feel more accurate.” He came up behind Carl and placed his hands on his shoulders again. “In any case, if the Antichrist is born, there will be no use for your invisibility formula, because the world will end. So you’re just going to have to put your work on hold. Besides, I already had the cardinal submit the necessary paperwork. We leave in the morning. But first…”
He left Carl’s side, and the flabbergasted friar left his supplies behind as he followed after the hunter. “But why me?”
“Because I trust you the most. And I trust you to get the job done.”
“But what job? What exactly am I supposed to do on this mission?”
Reaching into his jacket, Van Helsing held up a ring of keys. “I’ll show you in a minute.”
A feeling of dread began to grip Carl as he recognized the ring of keys. They unlocked the safe that contained some of the most sacred, but also some of the most dangerous, items the Vatican stored. If Van Helsing was retrieving something from there, it couldn’t be good, and he didn’t want to know how it involved him.
They eventually came to a large metal door. Van Helsing began going through the ring of keys, which must have contained several dozen different ones. When he found the one he needed, he unlocked the door and went inside.
“What are you going in there for?” Carl asked uneasily as he poked his head through the door.
Van Helsing resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “Just need to pick up a couple things that may help us.” He smirked in amusement at his friend’s unease. “Don’t worry, nothing too dangerous.”
The friar cautiously followed him into the room, feeling a chill run down his spine. He hated coming into this room; it was filled with some of the most evil and unholy artifacts that either couldn’t be destroyed or that the Vatican had opted not to destroy in case they might be needed someday. In this case, it was the former, and Van Helsing knew just where to find it.
Spotting a specific safe in the wall, he took out a different key from the ring and opened it. Carl’s eyes widened as he recognized the safe for what it was. “You don’t intend to…?”
Van Helsing opened the safe. Inside was a chest wrapped in chains, and he gave it a forlorn look. “I’m afraid so.”
He pulled the chest to him and unlocked the lock on the chains. He opened the chest, the inside covered in pages from the Bible, and found a rectangular object that was also bound in chains. He unlocked the lock on these as well, removed the chains, and picked up the item that was wrapped in a priest’s stole. Within it was a book bound in patches of human flesh, crudely stitched together. It felt warm to the touch, as if it were alive, and Van Helsing felt revolted at having to touch it.
Carl made the sign of the cross. “The Necronomicon? You said nothing too dangerous. Why in the name of God are we bringing that unholy thing out?”
Van Helsing sighed. “The coming of the Antichrist is said to be written in here. The historian who wired Rome about his coming has been doing research and believes that the way to stop him might be written in here as well. Or at the very least tell us what to look out for.”
He closed the safe and turned to Carl, who backed away from the book. “But no one but a witch can read it. Many of us have tried to translate it, including me, but it’s completely illegible to anyone.”
Van Helsing opened the book to a random page, upon which, were drawings and unusual symbols written in blood that moved around the page as if they were alive, and a red light emitted from the pages, illuminating Van Helsing’s face. Simply looking at the images felt as if he were letting something evil out, so he immediately closed it.
“As it turns out, there are a couple of witch hunters where I’m going,” he told the friar. “It also just so happens that one of them is the daughter of a white witch. Theoretically, she should be able to read it. So I’m bringing it with us to see if she can find anything in it that can help prevent the Antichrist’s coming.”
“Oh, splendid,” Carl replied sarcastically, looking anything but happy. “Though I doubt a book that’s essentially Hell’s bible will be of much use.”
Van Helsing reluctantly agreed, and began fiddling with the ring of keys again. “Which is why I’m going with a backup plan.”
He went over to another safe and unlocked it. Behind him, he heard Carl inhale deeply, and he couldn’t blame him as he opened the door. Inside were five rectangular wooden boxes, each with a lock, the box in the middle larger than the other four. But as ordinary as they looked in appearance, Van Helsing knew what they contained, and they gave him very mixed signals of what he was sensing from them, especially the middle one.
He reached into the safe and picked up the larger box in the middle, looking at it as if he expected something to happen. Nothing did, but it didn’t change the strange vibes he was picking up from it.
Carl came up behind him, looking at the boxes with wide eyes. “Is that…?”
Van Helsing nodded. “It is. Our contact theorizes that given its history, it could be useful, and I’m inclined to agree with him. If we can’t find out how to stop the Antichrist’s birth, and the Necronomicon turns out to be a dead end, then this might help us.”
Standing by his side, Carl looked at the box as well, as if he too expected something to happen simply from it being touched. He then glanced at the four smaller boxes still in the safe. “What of those? They’re the Holy Nails, right? The ones that nailed Christ’s body to the cross? Wouldn’t they be of use?”
Van Helsing considered the other boxes, but then dismissed the thought. “Perhaps, but best to leave them here. If we fail, they can serve as a possible backup. This is all just theoretical anyway.” He firmly closed the safe, hearing the automatic lock seal it, and looked around the room at all the other safes in the walls. “No point in bringing anything else out of here and risk them getting lost or destroyed based on a theory.”
Carl gestured to the box and the book Van Helsing held, more concerned with the book than the box. “Isn’t that what you’re doing with those?”
Van Helsing casually slipped the box into his jacket pocket. “Maybe so, but the cardinal agrees with our contact that they’ll be of use, and like I said, I agree as well. Maybe not so much about the Necronomicon, but orders are orders.”
Frustrated, Carl threw his hands in the air. “Wonderful. Any other forbidden items you want to take out of here? How about the Holy Grail? Or why don’t we bring Pandora’s Box too while we’re at it? Maybe you can pull Hope out of it.”
Van Helsing glanced at the safe in the wall that he knew to contain the very box Carl was referring to. “Oh, do you think we should?” he asked jokingly.
“For the love of God, no!” Carl exclaimed, looking horrified as he clearly missed the teasing in Van Helsing’s voice. His gaze then went back to the Necronomicon the monster hunter still held, and he nodded at it. “Nor should we bring that along. How are you supposed to make sure it doesn’t fall into the wrong hands while trying to stop the Antichrist?”
Van Helsing smiled, knowing Carl wasn’t going to like what he was about to say. “Quite simple, actually. I’ll be entrusting it to you.”
He pressed the book into Carl’s chest as he walked by. Carl jumped back as if the book burned him and let it fall to the ground. “T-To… to me? I… I…”
He turned to object, but Van Helsing was already walking away. He looked back down at the book, a look of disgust crossing his face as he reached down and picked it up with his sleeves, not wanting to actually touch it with his hands.
“I don’t want to be entrusted with this!” he objected as he ran out of the room, the door closing and automatically locking behind him as he hurried after the monster hunter. “This is not in my job description! Van Helsing!”

(A/N: And Van Helsing has now entered his story, fresh from a mission. Yup, we go a The Fly reference. I debated what other classic movie monsters to include in this story, and I have some ideas for a few that'll be fun to incorporate. And now he's off the go meet up with Hansel and Gretel with Carl and the Necronomicon, hoping that Gretel will be able to find a clue inside it to help them prevent the Antichrist's birth. Things are going to start getting interesting, so I hope you're prepared, because there's a lot coming up.)
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