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Van Helsing And The Witch Hunters
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(A/N: And we are back with the next chapter. I shoudl mention, this story is now rated due to violence and language, and more to come later, but we'll get to that then. For now, we've got a new chapter to get to, so let's get to it.)
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Chapter 3: Soulless Servants
The dwelling of the witch called Blair would be enough to unsettle even the bravest of souls. Made from a giant hollowed-out tree stump, the inside was a mess of horrific witchcraft and unholy artifacts scattered about, decorating the home in the most grotesque way. Dead animals and human bones were scattered about, many of which were made into some form of furniture to make the dwelling feel anything but welcoming.
Blair was currently at work as she stood over a large cauldron, tossing in ingredients that would make anyone who wasn’t a creature of darkness sick to their stomach. She was in her natural witch form, finding no reason to put on her human guise, which she found to be quite sickening to look at, even if she did appear attractive to humans. It served her when she needed to blend in, but it was not a face she was fond of wearing. Even her pregnant stomach was revealed, the illusion of hiding it no longer in place.
She stirred the cauldron vigorously, making animalistic grunting noises as she did so, a sadistic grin on her face. But as she stirred, a familiar sound reached her ears, and the large eye on the back of one of her hands darted towards her front door. She nodded her head in its direction, and the door opened on its own.
A few moments later, three more witches flew into the house and dismounted from their brooms. The door closed behind the last one, and Blair turned away from her cauldron to address them. They made their way over to her, offering some semblance of a bow, each one of them more grotesque than the last.
The first of the witches was nearly naked in her torn robes. She had dried out, yellowish, shoulder-length hair, that seemed to be made of the corn silk found on ears of corn, with several clumps of it missing, as if she were going bald, and on the top of her head, she had deer-like antlers. Her skin seemed to be made of tree bark with patches of moss growing on random areas, and her nose was missing, as if it had been cut off, leaving only an open, triangular gap where it should be, the flesh inside pulsing every time she inhaled. Within each eye socket, she had two eyeballs instead of one, for a total of four eyes, that were yellow in color, with pupils that were slits like those of a reptile. Her mouth was not where it should be; tree bark skin occupied the space where it should have been, and instead, she had two mouths on either side of her face where her cheeks should be, exposing broken teeth that were brown and yellow with rot.
She had three arms instead of two, her third one found just beneath her left arm, and her fingers ended in points, seemingly with a thorn at the end of each finger, lacking fingernails. She stood on two legs that bent at the knees in the wrong direction, almost like that of a kangaroo, and her feet resembled the base and roots of a tree. Several long, crooked tree branches grew out of her back, and she had a long tail growing out of her rear, but it was made entirely out of bone, as if her spine had grown out her backside and come to a point at the end.
The second witch resembled a waterlogged, drowned corpse, deathly pale with numerous black veins and capillaries visible beneath her nearly translucent skin, her blood just barely visibly seen flowing beneath the surface. A great deal of sea growth covered her entire body over her skin and moldy clothes, making them impossible to remove due to all the growth, which included barnacles, mussels, seaweed, coral, and more. Her right arm was missing, and in its place were the eight tentacles of an octopus, while for her only actual arm, the fingers of her hand were the actual legs of a crab, with the exception of her thumb, which was a crab pincer. From out of her kneecaps, reaching over at least a foot in length, was the nose of a sawfish, and she had the tail of a stingray, complete with stinger.
Instead of hair, she seemed to have the long quills of a sea urchin covering the top, back, and sides of her head, and on the back just above her neck she had what seemed to be a ponytail of whale baleen that hung down to the middle of her back. Instead of a nose, she had the antenna of a lobster that came up between her red eyes, one of which stuck out horizontally on stalk like a crab’s. On her upper jaw, instead of lips, her skin blended into gums, from which rows of small, yellow, shark-like teeth protruded, and a pair of walrus tusks hung down to her chest. Her lower jaw was that of a Helicoprion shark, hanging between the two tusks. A squid feeding tentacle, a foot long in length, grew out of each side of her head that hung just past her jaws, slithering over her chest and shoulders. A pair of gills were on either side of her neck, just visible amongst the sea growth covering her.
The last witch was the most hideous of the three, resembling a strange cross between human and insect. Her skin was scaly like a snake and a brownish yellow in color. The back of her robes were torn open, and she stood in a hunched position on cricket-like legs due to the large exposed hump on her back, upon which was a patch of honeycomb shaped patterns like a bee or wasp nest, and large bald-faced hornets were seen crawling in and out of them, and the spinneret of a spider hung from her rear with the pincers of an earwig at the end of it.
Eight long black and yellow spider legs grew out of her back, pointed away from her, and just beneath her hump in the middle of her back were the scythe-like appendages of a praying mantis. Her arms were so long that they touched the ground in her hunch, and she moved like an orangutan or a gorilla, with eight abnormally long fingers on her right hand and six on her left. Her right eye contained a double iris and pupil while her larger left one was that of a fly, and her nose was flat like that of a gorilla’s, with three nostrils instead of two. Instead of a mouth, she had the sucker-like mouth of a leech aligned with brown pointy teeth, and just on the outside of it were the mandibles of an insect. Covering the top of her head was shoulder-length hair made entirely of long, squiggling red centipedes and black millipedes with two long antennae poking out of the top of her head.
Blair stood over the three bowing witches, motioning for them to rise, and got right down to business. “I assume you have acquired it?”
The water witch stood up and began coughing and hacking. One of her head tentacles went to her mouth as she vomited up an object the size of a heart. It was a blood red diamond that her tentacle held out to Blair. With no care of the bodily fluids dripping from it, Blair accepted the red gem from her and held it up, her face lighting up in delight.
“At last,” she hissed, “the Philosopher’s Stone. Said to turn any metal to silver or gold and produce elixir of life.”
“It was just where you said it would be,” the water witch told her, water flowing from her mouth as she spoke in a slurred voice. “Your divination is by far the most superior of all other witches.”
“As long as you continue to drink the elixir, you could live forever,” the wood witch added, speaking out of both her mouths.
Blair glanced at her, her mouth stretching open to expose her fangs. “I already possess eternal life thanks to my vampirism.” Her hand went to her stomach. “The life this stone produces shall be given to another. With it, my child shall live.” She chuckled wickedly. “Everything is coming together. Soon all the pieces will be in place.”
The other three witches looked equally as giddy. “Once the Antichrist is born, a new age of darkness shall arise,” the insectoid witch somehow managed to say with her sucker-mouth, her voice heavily distorted. “The day of reckoning is almost here.”
“Indeed, sisters.” Blair rasped, and headed back over to her table to set the Philosopher’s Stone down, then returned her attention to her cauldron. “But first I must finish making preparations. There are still some things that must be done before the birthing happens.”
Taking a long pair of prongs, she reached into the cauldron, lifting out a dark red blob the size of a boar’s head. She moved to the other side the room to where a large sculpture of dirt rested and stuck the blob to it. Backing up, she pointed her wand at the blob, and it sank into the dirt sculpture. The sculpture pulsed as a heartbeat was heard from inside it, and the sculpture began to rise.
Blair’s grin widened as she held up her arms. “Now to retrieve another piece of the puzzle.”
The three witches came up beside her. “What is it you seek, mistress?” the wood witch asked eagerly. “Allow us to get it for you.”
Blair shook her head. “That won’t be necessary, my sisters. The final stages of my pregnancy is draining my strength, so I will need you here in case I require your assistance. My golem and its little friends will be more than capable of taking care of it.” Her grin widened. “And if that fails, I have a backup plan to get me what I need.”
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A knife stabbed into the map of the forest laid out on the table. It was just one of many similar to it, and it was Gretel who had stabbed the knife into it in her frustration. Hansel was right next to her, looking equally as frustrated, but he currently didn’t have a knife on him, otherwise he would have done the same thing as his sister, only much sooner.
“These damn maps are useless!” Gretel snapped impatiently. “All of them. It doesn’t matter how many we look at if Blair can just change the woods around; it’s essentially a maze that no one can ever get through unless she lets them.”
Ben was looking through other maps that contained different versions of the same forest, comparing them to each other. “Perhaps, but it may be possible that we can find a pattern between them that will allow us to get through them.”
“That’s considering these maps are actually accurate,” Hansel grumbled. “With as wary as these people are to even enter the woods, it wouldn’t surprise me if they’re too scared to accurately map them out.”
Gretel let out a cry of frustration and pushed several of the maps off the table. “At this rate, we’d probably be better off waiting for her to come out rather than us going after her.”
“We tried that,” Hansel reminded her. “She snatched someone in the middle of the night without anyone knowing, not even us.”
“Witch powerful,” said Edward unnecessarily.
“Considering she’s the grand high witch who’s pregnant with the Antichrist, that’s not really surprising,” Gretel told him. She slammed her fists on the table. “And that’s the real problem! We don’t have time to be beating around the bush like this. Bad enough that she’s feeding on the people here, but if she gives birth to Satan’s bastard, then we’re all fucked.”
Looking hesitant, as if he was afraid that he would upset her further, Ben made to gather up the maps she had tossed on the floor. “Which is why it’s important to find our way through those woods as soon as possible.”
“Thanks for pointing that out,” Hansel replied sarcastically. “It’s like that’s not what we’ve been doing pretty much since we got here. We’re just not any closer than when we started.”
The door suddenly burst open, and a short mousy looking man came in. “Then you will be pleased to know that help should be arriving any day now.”
The witch hunters looked up at the town’s historian, the very man who had convinced the town to hire them. Ben immediately stood up and tried to rearrange the maps into a neat pile on the table so as not to upset historian. “Mr. Renfield, we were just, uh, reorganizing so as to better find the witch’s dwelling. Um, just out of curiosity, do you know how accurate these maps are, or if there is as sort of repeating pattern, or–”
Gretel held up a finger to silence him. “Sorry, what was that about help arriving?”
The mousy looking man, Renfield, surveyed the mess of the room, holding out his hands in dismay. “What have you done to…? Look at the mess you… Do you know how long it’s going to take to get everything back in order? I had a very careful system here! I asked you to please keep things organized!”
Hansel sighed, in no mood for dealing with the historian’s obsession with keeping files and such organized. “Oh yes, how foolish of us. I mean, the Antichrist is set to be born any day, but the real issue here is that we didn’t keep your library in proper order. We’ll get right on fixing that up while you tell us about this help that’s supposed to be coming.”
Looking well chastised, Renfield shook his head. “Uh, yes, right. Apologies. See, it’s just that when you work your whole life to keep everything… Yes, um, anyway. After you told us that the witch was going to birth the Antichrist, I thought it best to wire Rome for additional help. Maybe for someone with a little more experience.”
Gretel raised an eyebrow. “More experience in hunting witch’s than us?”
Renfield quickly shook his head. “No, not as witch hunters. But perhaps with a broader range of hunting skills. The Vatican is known for employing all kinds of hunters. If the Antichrist is born, we may need someone with skills that are not exclusive to witches and their familiars.”
Hansel and Gretel exchanged looks before glancing back at Renfield. “Well, we appreciate the gesture,” Gretel told him, “but we work better alone.”
“Not counting those two,” Hansel added, nodding towards Ben and Edward.
“That way we don’t have to worry about anyone else, and no one else gets in our way. I believe we mentioned that when you first offered your assistance.”
Renfield nodded, having recalled the siblings saying as much when they first arrived and he and other townsfolk offered their help. “Yes, but see, I’ve been doing some research, and I think the Vatican might have something that could offer a way to help us defeat the Antichrist if you don’t manage to slay the witch before she gives birth.”
That got Hansel’s attention. “What could the Vatican have that could help us?”
At that, Renfield hesitated, looking uncomfortable. “Well, um, see, I know it’s risky, but since the dark prophecy is said to be written in it, and with the two of you being the children of a white witch, I thought perhaps that maybe one of you, or at least your sister, would be able to read the–”
A scream interrupted whatever it was he had been about to say. The siblings looked at each other, and then quickly ran from the room, Edward following behind shortly after, and then Ben and Renfield behind him. They rushed to the window and looked outside. Townsfolk were running and screaming from something. They couldn’t see what it was from here, so they quickly rushed outside.
The commotion seemed to be coming from the town’s entrance. There seemed to be a dog-pile of people by the front gate, and several other people slowly walking around them. Some were slowly walking into the village while others were making their way over to the pile. But as the witch hunters got closer, they saw that it wasn’t people they were looking at, at least not anymore.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Gretel whispered.
The pile of people may have once have been human, but that time had long since passed. They were now animated corpses, all of them feasting on the poor villager they had managed to get their hands on before anyone was aware of the danger. The other ones, the ones who paid no mind to the feasting corpses, were of another breed entirely, ones who didn’t hunger for live human flesh, but instead were mindless servants wrapped in bandages thousands of years old.
This wasn’t the first time the witch hunters had encountered such creatures. They’d faced a necromancer or two during their long career of witch hunting. But necromancy was indeed a very powerful and very dark form of witchcraft, which only spelled further trouble of what was to come in dealing with their true target.
“Zombies and mummies,” Hansel grumbled as he pulled out a pair of pistols. “Three guesses as to who animated them.”
“I only need one,” Gretel replied.
“The vitch,” Ben answered. At the siblings’ look, he clarified. “The vampire-witch. Vitch?”
Hansel and Gretel exchanged another look before they began making their way towards the crowd of undead. “Edward, keep an eye out,” the latter ordered. “Make sure none of them get loose in the village while we clean up.”
The zombies continued feasting, but the mummies walked on with purpose, and at much faster speeds and with much more mobility than the zombies. Arguably the more dangerous of the two, though far more fragile, mummies didn’t possess an infectious bite or a hunger for flesh, but they were far more difficult to put down, and they also had the ability to think enough to carry out commands. They also had the annoying habit of sucking the life out of anyone they managed to get their dried-out hands on.
“So, which do you want?” Hansel asked his sister as he looked at the mummies and zombies. “Dry or juicy?”
Gretel rolled her eyes. “I’ll ask you not to say that again, but if it’s all the same to you, I’ll take the meat bags, you handle the firewood.”
“Fine with me.”
Raising a pistol, he fired, blasting apart a mummy’s head. This drew the attention of the others, and they began making their way towards him, reaching out with their bandaged hands. Hansel kept firing, shattering more heads like pottery, but the ancient corpses kept coming, blindly reaching out as they stumbled in his direction.
With the mummies distracted, Gretel made her way around them and over to the group of feasting zombies. Daggers in hand, she came up behind one, raised a dagger, and plunged it into the top of the zombie’s head. The zombie immediately went limp and fell over as she pulled her dagger out. This had drawn the attention of the zombie right next to the one she stabbed, and it turned to her. Gretel immediately stabbed at it, plunging her dagger in its eye, and it toppled over.
Zombies were relatively easy to putdown. All it took was destroying the brain, which could usually be done by stabbing or hitting it hard enough in the head hard enough, or simply shooting it. While not overly dangerous on their own, the real threat they presented was in their numbers. Not only was a single bite from one fatal, it was infectious, contaminating the victim with the necromancy curse that had animated the biter. And thereby turning their victim into a walking corpse as well in a matter of hours.
Fortunately, there weren’t too many, so Gretel wasn’t worried when they noticed her and turned away from their meal to come after her. She maneuvered around them, stabbing out with her dagger to put one down after another. And when a pair of hands grabbed her from behind, she immediately changed the grip on one of her daggers and stabbed behind her, jamming the blade into the zombie’s head.
Hansel kept firing. Unlike zombies, mummies didn’t go down with the destruction of the brain, and even individual severed limbs separated from the body could still move around. But destroying the head blinded them, which made them easier to deal with, and it prevented them from sucking the life out of others since they sucked it out through their mouths; they could drain years off a person in seconds. They didn’t have an infectious bite like zombies, but they would keep moving around though until they were completely destroyed, or until whatever imitation of life had been magically infused into them ran out, hence why they sought to drain it from others, which could take days, even without having drained anyone.
He glanced at his sister as she fought. Zombies were different than mummies. They were easier to kill, for lack of a better word, and acted purely on instinct, as opposed to mummies who had some semblance of thought. However, they didn’t run out of fuel the way mummies did, and would keep moving as they decayed more and more over time, until their brains decomposed enough for their bodies to shut down. They couldn’t be controlled either the way mummies could be, and would wander around devouring the flesh of the living in some instinctual desire to have a taste of the life they once had.
Seeing that his sister had her hands full, he fired off a shot, hitting a zombie that had been approaching her right between the eyes, and it went down.
Gretel glanced at him, flashing him a smile. “Thanks, but I had it covered.”
He smirked. “Just looking out for my little sister.”
She drove both daggers into another zombie’s head. “Twins, asshole.”
“I was still born first.”
“Screw you.”
He chuckled and turned his attention to an approaching mummy, pointing his gun at it. He fired, but the weapon just clicked, indicating it was empty. He frowned at that; he must have miscounted when firing.
“Ok then.”
He immediately flipped the pistol around and swung it, striking the same mummy in the side of the head with the butt of the gun, denting its head and causing it to spin around on the mummy’s shoulders. He followed up with a kick that knocked it over, then fired the final shot with his other pistil, blasting apart another mummy’s head.
More remained, several without heads, and Hansel let out a frustrated sigh. His sister was still dealing with the zombies, all of which were focusing on going after her, but the mummies were more spread out.
Glancing over his shoulder, he saw that Edward was doing his job of handling any that had wandered away from the group. He watched as the troll backhanded one, knocking it to the ground, then jumped up and slammed his feet down on the mummy and began stomping it flat.
Letting out a whistle, Hansel waved to the troll. “Hey, big guy, can you give me a hand?”
Edward looked at him, and Hansel gestured to the incoming crowd of mummies. Letting out a grunt and nodding, Edward charged forward and plowed into the group, knocking them over. Hansel smiled as he watched the mummies fall apart; having a troll around was certainly convenient.
As was having an assistant, and Hansel turned to theirs. “Ben, sword.”
It took the younger man a moment to realize that he was talking to him, but then he quickly disappeared into the house. He returned a few moments later with the sword from their weapon stash and tossed it to the witch hunters.
Hansel snatched it out of the air and turned back to the mummies. There were those who were still on their feet, but most had fallen apart when Edward had plowed into them. The pieces were still moving around though, and Edward was in the process of stomping and pounding them into dust.
Briefly wondering where Blair managed to obtain so many mummies, Hansel charged into the swarm and began hacking away. Since they couldn’t be killed, the only option was to chop them into harmless pieces, and he went about doing just that.
Gretel was making much better progress since she could actually kill her quarry, and she had nearly finished them off. But then the sound of heavy footsteps drew her attention, and she looked to the entrance of the town.
Emerging from the fog was a large creature, nearly three times the size of Edward. Its body was a shapeless mass with limbs that somewhat resembled arms and legs. It wasn’t flesh and blood, but rather appeared to be made of dirt, rock, and tree roots.
“You gotta be shitting me,” Gretel grumbled, recognizing the creature for what it was.
“Is that a damn golem?” Hansel asked, having spotted the creature as well.
“Sure looks like it,” she responded, then quickly stabbed another zombie in the head before turning her full attention to the creature. “I fucking hate golems.”
Hansel wholeheartedly agreed with her. “Edward, go help Gretel.”
The troll just finished bringing his fists down on a mummy, then turned to the golem and roared. The golem possessed no mouth or even a face, and simply stalked into the town, dragging a large club behind it. Edward charged forward and leapt through the air, pulling back his fist to throw a punch.
The golem swung its club, and Edward was knocked out of the air and sent crashing into one of the houses. The golem then turned to Gretel and slammed its club on the ground, as if in challenge.
Gretel winced at the blow her troll friend took. She knew he would be ok though. Edward was as tough as nails and could withstand a lot worse than that, but she still didn’t like seeing him get beaten. And, unfortunately, he was more brute strength than speed or brains. Usually that was enough, though it could be problematic when facing a stronger opponent.
Letting out a frustrated sigh, Gretel cracked her neck to the side. “Ok, screw it.”
She threw one of her daggers, and it buried into one of the last remaining zombie’s head, then charged forward. She ran past the final zombie, her hand shooting out to stab it in the head as she rushed at the golem. Snatching up the dagger she had thrown from the other zombie’s forehead, she met the golem, who raised its club and brought it down.
Gretel twirled to the side to avoid the blow while swinging her dagger. It cut into the golem’s arm, but it was quite literally like cutting through a giant dirt clod. She didn’t let that stop her though as she leapt up onto the golem, stabbing her daggers into its side, and used them to climb up its body.
The golem reached for her, but she had moved behind it as she climbed, just out of reach. Fortunately, golems were stupid and couldn’t really think for themselves. In a way, they were kind of like zombies, not alive, just animated clumps of dirt, each created to serve a purpose. She wasn’t sure what that purpose was, but she knew that Blair had sent it, along with the mummies and zombies.
But surely she hadn’t simply sent it here to kill them. Blair could have done that herself during their last encounter, but had said that she wanted them to bear witness to the Antichrist’s coming. So the golem was here for another reason. Whatever it was though didn’t it really matter, because they were going to take this thing down.
But that was easier said than done. Golems weren’t alive, they were basically just animated dolls made of dirt and stuff that moved around due to magic. Unless they could kill the one who created them, the only other option was to destroy the source of power that was animating them. And that would be its core. But getting to it, that was the problem.
Climbing on top of the golem, Gretel began stabbing and scraping away. The golem was primarily made of dirt, which didn’t make digging through its body too difficult, aside from running into rocks and roots along the way, but it was a slow-going process. And with the golem shaking itself about to dislodge her, it was only making it that much harder.
“Gretel, look out!” Ben called in warning.
Gretel looked up to see that the golem had raised its club. She quickly rolled off the top of it as the club came down and the golem hit itself. It didn’t seem bothered by the blow though, as golems couldn’t feel pain, or anything else for that matter, though the impact did misshape its form a bit.
Landing hard on her side, Gretel got the wind knocked out of her. She groaned in pain, but there was no time to worry about it as the golem turned to her and raised its club again. She heard her brother and Ben call out her name, but there was no time to do anything as the golem brought the club down.
Gretel covered her head, even though she knew it wouldn’t help. And then Edward was there, standing over her. He caught the large cub, getting knocked down to one knee in the process. He let out a strained grunt, but managed to successfully hold it back.
“Edward!” she exclaimed.
He glanced at her. “Stay down.”
Somehow, he managed to pull the club out of the golem’s hand. Wielding it himself, he swung it at the golem, knocking it back. The golem reached for him, but Edward stepped back to avoid the grab and brought the club down on the golem’s arm, breaking it apart.
The golem was left with only one arm, but that didn’t seem to bother it. Instead, it threw a punch, and Edward swung the club. The golem’s fist met the club, and exploded into a cloud of dirt. But then the golem kicked outward, its foot hitting Edward in the chest, sending him flying backwards.
Edward skidded across the ground and let out a pained grunt. The golem still stood, down an arm and a hand. But then it stepped on the pile of dirt at its feet, sucking it up into its body, its limbs growing back. Gretel was on her feet again at this point, futilely slashing and stabbing at the golem’s legs as it attempted to grab her.
“Ah, shit,” Hansel grumbled. He raised his sword and chopped a mummy in half. Most of them were already in pieces, but those pieces were still moving. He put them out of mind for now as he hurried over to Edward, kneeling by the troll’s side. “You alright, big guy?”
The troll grunted as he started to sit up. “Can still fight.”
Hansel nodded. “Glad to hear it, but we’re gonna change things up a bit. You go take care of the rest of those mummies. Ben, get me my shotgun.”
“And some explosives!” Gretel called.
Their apprentice immediately rushed over to their wagon of weapons. He snatched up a stick of dynamite and threw it to Gretel, then grabbed Hansel’s shotgun and rushed over to the witch hunter.
Gretel grabbed the stick of dynamite out of the air, then had to quickly duck beneath the golem’s swinging fist. Edward had gotten to his feet and was making his way over to the remaining mummies and the still moving limbs by the time Ben handed off the shotgun to Hansel.
Taking the custom-made weapon from the apprentice, Hansel pointed the shotgun at the golem and fired. It was quite literally like shooting through a large pile of compacted dirt, but it did cause the golem to stumble back. He fired again, hitting the golem in the kneecap, or where the kneecap should have been, and the golem dropped to its hands and knees.
Gretel had dropped down into a crouched position, holding the stick of dynamite between her legs as her brother kept the golem off her. After cutting the wick to a shorter length, she attempted to use her daggers to light it by bringing the edge of the blades together to create sparks. She did this a few times before she managed to light the wick.
Getting to her feet, she ran around the golem. It reached for her, but Hansel fired again, causing it to jolt back. Coming up behind it, Gretel stabbed the end of the stick of dynamite in what would have been the golem’s rear end, if it had actually had one, then made a run for it.
Hansel stopped firing and grabbed Ben, pulling him down. The golem got to its feet, but before it could make a move, the dynamite exploded. A large cloud of dirt flew outward, and chunks of the golem came raining down. A loud thud was heard as the golem went down, its form hidden amongst the cloud of dirt.
Slowly raising his head, Hansel looked up. Both he and Ben were covered in dirt, and Hansel tried to remind himself that it was in fact dirt that he was covered in, not actual entrails. He heard Ben coughing next to him, but ignored the apprentice as he looked into the cloud of dirt.
The golem was in pieces, some larger than others. The blast seemed to have split it in two, with the largest piece containing half its body with an arm and leg, the second being most of the other half of its body, its remaining arm and leg lying a distance away.
“Gretel, you alright?” he called.
“I’m fine, he heard her call from behind the dirt cloud as it quickly settled. “Did that destroy the core?”
Hansel let out an aggravated groan. “The core, the core.”
Getting to his feet, he began to approach the golem. When it came to these creatures, their entire being centered around a core that animated whatever it was that made them, be it mud, clay, dirt, whatever. As long as the core remained intact, the golem could always reform and reanimate.
Keeping his shotgun at the ready, he approached the golem’s remains. It was good that the explosion had split it in half, now he could actually see if the core had been destroyed or not. And as he approached the largest pieces of the golem, he saw it. There, in the middle of the creature’s torso, was a mess of something that seemed to be a blob of dark red… something. It was pulsing, almost like a heartbeat. It wouldn’t be doing that if it wasn’t still intact.
Taking aim, Hansel raised his shotgun to finish it off. That’s when the different sections of the golem sprang back to life. Connected to the core through the layer of dirt covering the ground, the pieces slid across the ground and over the largest section.
The other half of the golem’s torso attached to the biggest part just as Hansel fired, and the body of dirt blocked the portion of the exposed core. Hansel swore as the golem started to rise as more pieces attached to it. Its missing arm slid across the ground and seemed to be sucked up into the golem’s body. A new arm burst out of its torso, punching out as it did so, and the large fist slammed into Hansel, sending him flying back and knocking the wind out of him.
The animated dirt slid across the ground as the golem reformed, getting sucked up into the creature like a sponge absorbing water. The golem rose as more of its body reformed, its exposed core began to get covered up as the dirt that made up its body slid over it.
A cry rang out as Gretel went charging in. She attacked the golem from behind, going for the spot where she saw the core disappear beneath the dirt moments ago. The golem was on its hands and knees, and she began slashing at its rear end with her daggers, using them like gardening trowels to dig into the golem’s dirt body, digging into it with rapid jabs, and soon exposed the core again.
Fortunately, golems were stupid, and could only do one thing at a time. So it stopped reforming and instead focused its attention on her. As Gretel uncovered its core, it rolled over as she made to stab at the dark red mass, and she only ended up stabbing into dirt.
As the golem rose to its feet, it reached for her. She pulled back and ran around it, trying to get to its still exposed core. The golem threw a punch, the length of its arm extending, and Gretel was cut off as she jumped back to avoid it.
She didn’t let this stop her though, and instead leapt up onto its arm and then climbed on top of it, burying her dagger into the golem, once again climbing up its body as if she were scaling a mountain. Once she was on top of it, she buried both daggers into the top of it and held on as the golem tried to shake her off.
“Hansel!” she called, seeing her brother still on the ground. “Its core is exposed!”
Hansel groaned as he forced himself to sit up; his chest and stomach were killing him from the golem’s punch. “Sure thing, just give me a second.”
The golem continued to thrash about, and Gretel slid down its body as one of her daggers dislodged. She stabbed it into its body to stop her fall, but it did little good, as she had fallen in range of the golem’s reaching hand, and it pulled her off it, holding her in the air upside-down. Its other hand made a fist, and it pulled it back to deliver a punch.
“Hansel!” she shouted.
“I’m coming!”
Her brother came charging in. He dove beneath the golem’s feet, turning over onto his back in the process. Sliding across the ground, he came out behind the golem, seeing the exposed core in its body that Gretel had revealed. He took aim with his shotgun and fired.
The bullet hit the core, and it splattered apart. The golem instantly froze, in mid-motion of delivering a punch. Its knuckles just barely grazed Gretel’s face before its momentum ceased, and she breathed a sigh of relief. A moment later, its arms detached, and Gretel hit the ground hard, getting the wind knocked out of her. Hansel stared up at the golem, realizing what was about to happen.
“Aww, shit,” he grumbled.
The golem crumbled apart into a large pile of dirt, all but burying Hansel. Gretel was partially covered as well, but not to the extent of her brother. She rolled over, brushing herself off, and got to her feet. She stumbled over to the pile of dirt and began pushing it aside.
“Hansel!” she called out to him. “Hansel!”
A fist burst out of the dirt, followed by another, pushing it away as Hansel’s face emerged. He coughed and sputtered, wiping the dirt from his face, and let out an annoyed sigh.
“Golems,” he ground out. “Dirty bastards.”
Gretel let out a relieved laugh and began to dig him out. Edward marched over and grabbed hold of him, pulling him out of the pile of dirt like a freshly plucked vegetable and set him down.
Hansel spat out more dirt and glanced up at the troll. “Thanks, big guy.”
“You’re welcome.”
Gretel came to stand beside them. “Any zombies or mummies left?”
Edward shook his head. “All gone.”
Just as he said this, movement was caught out of the corner of his eyes. He looked towards it to see a mummy’s arm slowly dragging itself across the ground. Hansel and Gretel noticed it too, and a somewhat embarrassed look crossed the troll’s face. He quickly remedied the situation by lifting his large foot and stomping down on it.
“All gone,” he repeated.
Just then, Ben came walking over to them. No, he wasn’t walking towards them, he was slowly backing away to where they were. “Um, I think we might have another problem. We’ve got some more visitors.”
Gretel let out a frustrated sigh. “More mummies or zombies?”
“Please tell me it’s not another golem,” Hansel added.
The siblings walked out from around the dirt pile and looked to where Ben was looking. His eyes were locked on the entrance to the town, where a crowd of people had gathered. They weren’t mummies or zombies though. In fact, they looked just like ordinary people, only there was something off about them, something neither of the witch hunters could quite put their finger on.
“Can we help you?” Gretel asked warily.
Hansel took a little less tact. “Landsdale is closed to non-residents until further notice. Trust me, we’re doing you a favor by turning you away.”
There was no reply from anyone in the crowd. Their numbers kept growing until there were several dozen of them, all their eyes fixated on the witch hunters, their faces blank.
Hansel leaned in closer to his sister, lowering his voice. “What, do they not understand English?”
She nudged him, but didn’t take her eyes off the crowd of people. “If you’re travelers who are seeking refuge from the undead, you won’t find much here. This town has a witch problem, and a bad one at that. You’re better off just heading for the next town over.”
Still no response, and their silent staring was beginning to make the witch hunters uncomfortable. Edward apparently didn’t like it much either, and let out a loud roar at them.
That got a response, but not the one any of the witch hunters were hoping for. The color suddenly drained from the crowd’s faces and their mouths stretched open abnormally wide as they almost simultaneously let out their own hissing cries and their eyes began glowing red. Fangs extended down from their upper-jaws, revealing their true nature.
Hansel was instantly on guard, lifting up his shotgun. “Fuck! Vampires.”
Gretel held up her daggers. “Looks like Blair didn’t kill all her victims. Not enough anyway.”
The vampire in the lead got down into a crouch, and several others followed suit, getting ready to pounce. Ben quickly ducked behind Edward at the sight of the bloodsucking fiends. “Please tell me you have some experience in fighting vampires that I’m not aware about.”
Hansel didn’t really hold the boy’s cowardliness against him. Had he thought that he and Gretel would have been able to escape from the crowd of vampires, he knew that the two for them would already be making a run for it. “Not exactly our field of expertise.”
Gretel stood by his side, daggers raised. “Guess we’re about to find out how we handle vampires.”
“Makes good practice for Blair.”
The lead vampire seemingly let out a vicious snarl, and suddenly leapt at them, all but flying through the air. The others copied him, leaping at the witch hunters as well, claws extended and fangs bared.

(A/N: Phew, long chapter. We got to see a bit more of Blair, and got to meet some of her accomplices. It was fun coming up with some new kinds of witches, though I probably got a little too detailed with their physical descriptions. And they brought her the Philosopher's Stone. Yup, just gonna add that to the lore. And it's going to somehow be used to bring the Antichrist to life. But what else does Blair need that she would send a golem, zombies, mummies, and now a group of vampires to obtain it? Hansel and Gretel managed to take out most of them, but a group of vampires may be a bit much. How will this turn out? Stay tuned to find out.)
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