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Van Helsing And The Witch Hunters
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(A/N: Hello, everybody. I'm not too happy with this chapter title, but it works well enough for it.)
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Chapter 4: Appreciation, Accusation, Admiration
The crowd of vampires’ snarls echoed throughout the town as they soared at the witch hunters. Hansel and Gretel braced themselves for the fight they were about to have, even though they knew they wouldn’t stand much of a chance. Vampires were not something they were used to fighting, and they were unprepared and ill-equipped to deal with such creatures, especially this many.
That didn’t stop them though, and Hansel began firing at the approaching bloodsuckers. The shotgun blasted back the vampires he managed to hit, but it wasn’t enough to kill them. Gretel lashed out with her knives, stabbing and slicing at the undead creatures. She barely got a few slices and stabs in before her arm was grabbed and bent back by a vampire, and then another one grabbed her. Their eyes began glowing, and Gretel felt all her strength drain out of her as she got caught up in their thrall.
Hansel got off another shot or two before he was tackled and pinned to the ground, held down by the vampires. Others came down on Edward, knocking the troll over, and he fell backwards onto Ben, who let out a pained cry as Edward landed on him, and the vampires held him down as well.
“The mistress’ golem failed,” said one of the vampire holding Gretel. “That means it’s our turn. But I’m sure it will be fine if we have just a small taste.”
Gretel tried to resist the vampire’s influence, but couldn’t bring herself to move. The three nearest vampire’s mouths stretched open, their fangs extending, and they leaned in to bite her.
Something went flying through the air, drawing the attention of a few of the vampires. It was a strange, small deice, containing what seemed to be light particles in a glass container. The light particles increased in number, and started getting brighter as the device came down towards the crowd of vampires.
Just before falling into the crowd, the device unleashed a massive flash of blinding, bright light. The flash flowed over the vampires, making them cry out, and they instantly disintegrated into piles of ashes. The witch hunters were blinded as well, and with the disappearance of the vampires, Gretel felt her mind clear and quickly shut her eyes against the light.
“The hell is that?” Hansel exclaimed, squeezing his own eyes shut. “Where’s this light coming from?”
The device landed in a pile of vampire ashes, and the light soon faded. All went quiet after that. The witch hunters rubbed their eyes and tried to open them, only to wince at the pain that greeted them, and they quickly shut them again.
“Hansel, you alright?” Gretel called out.
“Aside from my fucking eyes burning out of my skull, yeah, I’m fine.”
“Edward? Ben?”
Ben only managed to let out a pained grunt from beneath Edward as the troll sat up, rubbing his own eyes. “Eyes hurt.”
“All of ours do,” Hansel snapped. “What the hell was that anyway?”
“Apologies,” a new voice called out to them. “There was no time for a warning.”
The witch hunters squinted. Their eyes still hurt, but the pain was lessening, and their vision was starting to return. They could make out the blurry image of a man, no, two men, approaching them. They blinked a few more times, their vision becoming less and less blurry, and watched as the man in the front bent down and picked up the device that had produced the intense flash of light.
Van Helsing looked at the solar bomb in his hand, his expression somewhat regretful. He looked back at his comrade and gave him a smile. “Your solar-bomb still works like a charm.”
The friar nodded. “Of course it still works. But I thought you were going to save it for the actual target.”
Van Helsing turned to him and tossed him the device. “I was, but I think a swarm of vampires was a fair substitute. Can you recharge it?”
Carl gave him an annoyed looked. “Not here. I don’t have the tools or materials. It’s not like your crossbow, where you can just slap in another roll of arrows, or your guns where you just reload it with more bullets.”
“Then we’ll just have to go with a good old-fashioned stake through the heart.”
“If she’s not like Dracula and can survive standard vampire-killing methods you mean.”
Van Helsing shook his head. “Unlikely, considering she’s already an anomaly who’s both a witch and a vampire. I doubt her body could take other dark powers infused into it.”
Gretel got to her feet, blinking away the last traces of blurriness. “Excuse me, but who exactly are you, and are you talking about our target?”
Hansel came to stand beside her. “I think we just met the help Renfield was referring to.”
Letting out another pain groan, Ben slowly got to his feet. As his vision returned to normal, he looked at the newcomers and froze. His mouth dropped open in recognition as he stared at Van Helsing in what could only be described as awe and wonder.
“Oh my God,” he muttered. “You’re Van Helsing. Thee Van Helsing.”
A strange sound of excitement escaped him as he half-walked, half-stumbled over to the monster hunter. He came to a stop in front of him, his arms outstretched, but his hands falling just short of touching him, almost as if he were afraid to, as if he thought he wasn’t worthy.
Van Helsing stared, dumbfounded. This was different from the usual reaction he got when he met someone new. Usually it was fear, intimidation, wariness, or anger and disgust. Hero worship, that was new, and he wasn’t sure how to react to it.
“I…” he began uncertainly, “take it you’ve heard of me?”
Ben looked up at him in disbelief. “Heard of you? How could I not? Your feats are legendary. The beasts you’ve slain. Count Dracula and his brides, the Frankenstein monster, the Phantom of the Opera, the Headless Horseman, Mr. Hyde, the Snow Queen, the Hunchback of Notre Dame–”
Van Helsing held up a hand. “Ah, ah, I didn’t kill that last one. He was just a poor deformed man, not someone possessed by the Devil like the rumors claimed. I want to make that clear. And the Snow Queen was just a regular ice witch, nothing special or royal about her; she just gained a big reputation after freezing a village and kidnapping a kid.”
Ben looked taken aback, but then shook his head, recomposing himself. “But still, the legendary Van Helsing, here. What an honor this is.”
“Van Helsing?” Hansel repeated as he and the others came to stand beside their apprentice. “Abraham Van Helsing, the Vatican’s top monster hunter?”
“Huh,” Gretel muttered as she stood beside her brother and crossed her arms. “You’re younger than I expected.”
Van Helsing raised an eyebrow at what he assumed was a compliment. “Um, thanks.”
Next to the man in question, Carl nudged him. “Your reputation really does precede you.”
“Don’t remind me,” the monster hunter replied.
A loud screech suddenly rang out, and a lone male vampire leapt out from behind a house, over half his body burnt to a crisp. His burns suddenly healed, revealing a handsome and youthful face, and he lunged at the group, his handsome features morphing to reveal his undead, vampiric nature. Carl let out a high-pitched scream, and Van Helsing quickly pushed him aside as the vampire came at them. He pulled out a gun and fired at the vampire, and its leap turned into a crash that Van Helsing dodged.
The vampire hit the ground, but quickly rose to his feet. With a vicious hiss, he leapt at the monster hunter, who bent over backwards so the vampire flew over him while simultaneously reaching into his jacket and pulling out a silver stake. In one fluid motion, he stabbed it up into the vampire’s chest as it soared over him, piercing its heart, then twisted his body around as he slammed the vampire to the ground. The vampire let out another animalistic screech before dissolving into a pile of ash.
Van Helsing let out a relived sigh and made the sign of the cross before he stood up, placing the stake back into his jacket. He turned to Carl and held out a hand to him, pulling the friar to his feet. “Sorry about that. You ok?”
Visibly shaken, Carl gave a small nod. “Y-Yes. Thanks for that.”
The witch hunters had been taken aback too with the sudden appearance, attack, and defeat of the vampire. Ben looked even more awed than before while Edward didn’t seem to know what to make of the situation.
Hansel gave Van Helsing a second look, seemingly now with a bit more respect in his eyes. “Ok, that was pretty good.”
“I’ll say,” Gretel agreed, a big smirk appearing on her face.
With her vision fully restored, she looked the monster hunter up and down with open interest and appreciation, her smile widening further. Hansel glanced at her with a raised eyebrow, then seemed to recognize the look of obvious interest on her face and rolled his eyes.
“Oh, for Christ’s sake,” he muttered under his breath.
Ben seemed oblivious to his crush’s interest as he continued to admire the monster hunter even more than before. “That was amazing! You took out that vampire so fast! I’ll bet you could have probably taken out all of them even without that light bomb.”
The level of admiration Van Helsing was receiving was beginning to make him uncomfortable. “I’m not a miracle worker. I doubt anyone could take on that many vampires. Speaking of which. Carl,” he looked back at the friar, “we should check the area, make sure there are no others your solar-bomb missed.”
This was obviously not something Carl was looking forward to, but he seemed unsure of how to voice his concern. “Me? You want me to go looking for any more…?”
“We got it covered,” Gretel replied, and turned to the troll. “Edward, would you mind scouting the area?”
The troll gave a nod. “I search.”
As the troll walked off, Van Helsing gave the siblings a curious look. “What were that many vampires doing here anyway? I take it that’s not normal.”
Hansel shook his head. “No clue, but they obviously wanted something.”
“There was also a golem and some other undeads here too,” Gretel added, nodded in the direction of the remains of her and her brother’s kills.
Van Helsing looked where she gestured and saw the large pile of dirt that had been the golem, along with the remains of the mummies, some parts of which were still moving around uselessly, and the corpses of the zombies. His face scrunched up with an approved look and he gave a small nod, impressed with the witch hunters’ work.
“Nicely done,” he complimented. “I see your skills go beyond hunting witches.”
“Necromancy is a form of witchcraft,” Gretel answered simply. “We’ve had experience in it before. Should have known we’d face it here considering who we’re up against.”
Van Helsing nodded in agreement. “Fair point. Speaking of which, is there a Mr. Renfield around here?”
“I am Mr. Renfield,” the historian called out as he hurried over to the group. He walked right up to Van Helsing and grabbed his hand, shaking it enthusiastically. “I was the one who called you here. Thank you so much for coming. You may have just saved our village with your timing. And I must say, it’s such an honor to meet–”
“Murderer!” another voice suddenly called out, interrupting the historian.
Everyone turned, and an elderly woman came storming over to the group, tears streaming down her face. She pushed right past the witch hunters and even Renfield, and began pummeling Van Helsing with her fists. The monster hunter took a confused step back as the woman beat the sides of her fists against him.
“My son! My son!” she shrieked, hitting every part of him she could. “You just killed my son!”
Renfield grabbed hold of the woman and pulled her away from Van Helsing. “Mrs. Hendricks, what are you saying? Your son was killed by the witch months ago.”
“Not killed!” she shrieked. “Taken! Taken! He was only taken!” She pointed an accusing finger at Van Helsing. “And that man killed him just now! Murderer!”
Realizing what had happened, Van Helsing glanced at the pile of ashes that had once been the vampire he had staked, and his shoulders slumped. This was something he had experienced time and time again, and it was why he was labeled as a murderer. Many times his missions required him to kill creatures of darkness that had once been normal people who had fallen prey to some form of evil. This was just one more nail in his coffin of guilt that he always carried. And while he was sorry for what he did, he wasn’t sorry for why he did it, as many times death was the only way to free the person from the evil that had consumed them.
As Renfield attempted to hold back the grieving mother from going after Van Helsing again, an elderly man hurried over. Presumably Mrs. Hendricks’ husband, he wrapped his arms around her from behind, holding her tight.
“Agatha, stop!” he cried, looking equally as distressed. “That wasn’t our son.”
“It was!” she insisted, struggling in his hold. “I would recognize him anywhere! It was him!”
“It wasn’t him. Not anymore. He was a vampire.”
“No, it was him! I know it was!”
Van Helsing said nothing to contradict the woman. In a way, she was right; it had been her son, or what was left of him anyway. Upon being bitten, the curse of Nosferatu completely overtook a person’s humanity, their vampire nature overshadowing them. What more, those who became vampires through bite were even less than typical vampires, caught up in their master’s thrall, their minds and personalities completely conquered, making them subservient to the one who turned them.
Still, it couldn’t be easy to see your child killed in front of you like that, even if they were a vampire. Van Helsing understood that the woman needed to grieve and place the blame for her son’s death on someone, and so she was pointing the finger at him. And technically, she was right; whatever was left of her son and his humanity had died along with the vampire in him. Van Helsing could only hope that now that the young man was free of the Nosferatu Curse that he could finally be at peace. And since it was him that had killed him, he let the mother take out her rage on him.
Carl, however, came to his friend’s defense as he approached the struggling woman. “Terribly sorry for your loss. Terribly sorry. But you must not blame Van Helsing. Your son was not the person you knew. His vampirism would have taken him over. He would have as soon killed you as he would step on an insect.”
Van Helsing really wished Carl would have just kept his mouth shut. If the friar had thought that this would console the woman, he was sorely mistaken. This proved to be true as Mrs. Collins turned her tearful and angry gaze on him.
“You’re just as guilty as he is!” she raged. “That was your flashing light device, was it not? All those vampires you killed were human once! The witch may have taken their humanity, but you took their lives! You’re both murderers!”
Van Helsing could see that Carl was going try to defend him again, and was about to tell him not to, and that he should just let the woman be. But before he could, Hansel spoke up. “You know, instead of blaming him, maybe you should be grateful. Now your son is free of his curse, and he won’t have to be a monster anymore by killing and feeding off others. Unless you think your son would rather remain the witch’s lapdog.”
The old woman threw him a furious look, but then she seemed to break down, burying her face in her hands. Her husband held her in his arms as she wept, gently shushing her, though he too looked on the verge of tears.
Gretel raised an eyebrow as she glanced at her brother. “That was a little harsh.”
Hansel just scoffed. “The world is a harsh place, and we have enough problems without other people causing us trouble out of misplaced anger.”
Van Helsing’s eyebrows rose at Hansel’s words. He appreciated the witch hunter coming to his defense, but it wasn’t necessary. He had long since given up on trying to justify his killings to others. He understood that people needed to grieve, and he served as an available outlet.
And, if he was honest with himself, over the past couple years, he had almost come to embrace the accusations of murder thrown at him. They had started to feel somewhat justified. After all, that night he had become a werewolf, he had killed someone, and no, it wasn’t Dracula he was thinking about. It was an innocent, and not one inflicted by a curse or dark powers. That was the kill that had continuously haunted him, even though he hadn’t been at fault.
Renfield looked uncomfortable as he encouraged the old man to take his wife elsewhere. “Please, sir, take your wife home and tend to her. I’ll deal with things here.”
The old woman glared at him furiously through her tears. “You shouldn’t have brought them here. Damn you. Damn you all to Hell.”
With those final words, the woman allowed her husband to lead her away. Renfield let out a sigh before making his way over to Van Helsing and giving him an apologetic look. “I am sorry for that. I hope you understand that that was her grief talking.”
“It’s fine,” the monster hunter replied dismissively. “It’s not like I haven’t been called murderer before. It’s just something that goes with the job.”
Hansel scoffed at that. “So you face underappreciation too, huh? Figures. It seems hunters all get the same treatment.”
This surprised Carl. To an extent, he could understand why Van Helsing faced such treatment. Several of the monsters he faced were once innocent humans who had been taken over or corrupted by the forces of darkness or infected by some kind of evil curse, and could only be released from such afflictions through death. So there would naturally be those who viewed their executions as murder at the monster hunter’s hands, especially from the loved one of the deceased. But he would have thought that witch hunters would be appreciated.
“You face criticism too?” he asked.
Gretel let out a humorless laugh. “Oh, you have no idea,”
“We may not be called murderers,” Hansel explained, “but we have been accused of bleeding towns and villages dry in payment of our services. It’s as if people forget that being a witch hunter doesn’t come cheap. We have weapons and stuff to maintain.”
“Or they’ll get mad when we disprove that someone they believe is guilty of witchcraft is actually innocent,” Gretel pointed out. “They don’t like to be told that they’re wrong about that.”
Van Helsing gave an understanding nod. “Fear is a powerful thing. It’s convenient to think they can just burn someone at the stake thinking they’re a witch and believing that whatever is plaguing them will go away.”
“Or it’s a bullshit accusation made by someone who has something to gain if the accused is found guilty and removed from the picture,” Gretel added. “We have very little tolerance for that.”
Van Helsing nodded again. “Good to know.”
Carl’s brow furrowed in thought and he began moving his hands around his face. “How could anyone mistake a non-witch for an actual witch? Witchcraft causes a rot to occur in the person based on the kind of magic they use. Unless they’re just getting started that is, but then they wouldn’t have enough power to do anything yet in the first place.”
Ben gave Carl a look of interest. “Are you a witch hunter enthusiast too?”
Carl let out an uneasy laugh. “Oh no, I’m just a friar who was assigned to this case. The name’s Carl. And you are?”
Puffing out his chest, the young man proudly stood tall. “The name is Benjamin, and I’m a witch hunter in training.”
Hansel resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “He’s our apprentice. Sort of.”
“Not sort of, he is, technically,” Gretel rebutted, but then seemed to realize that by saying ‘technically’ at the end that she was more or less agreeing with her brother’s ‘sort of’ remark, and quickly tried to change the subject, which she was able to do as she spotted Edward coming back over to them, and she nodded at the troll. “That’s Edward, our assistant.”
The troll nodded in greeting. “Hello.”
Van Helsing tipped his hat. “Afternoon.”
Edward grunted, then turned back to the witch hunters. “Area clear.”
Gretel nodded appreciatively. “Thank you, Edward.”
Carl still continued to look uncomfortable as he glanced at the witch hunters. “Um, I don’t mean to generalize, but, um, don’t trolls serve witches?”
“He’s fine, he’s with us,” Hansel assured him. He glanced at the troll, giving him a smile. “Right, big guy?”
Letting out a grunt, the troll thumped his chest. “I serve my friends.”
Van Helsing smirked, the troll somehow reminding him of his friend Frankenstein. He hadn’t been worried about Edward anyway, having not sensed any evil in the troll. “Come on, Carl, I thought you read the report. He was mentioned in it.”
“I did read it. But either I missed the part that their assistant was a troll or it was emitted.”
Finding his friend’s discomfort amusing, Van Helsing looked back at Edward. “I think he’ll come in handy. Some extra muscle won’t hurt against what’s coming.”
Clearing his throat, Renfield held up a hand to get their attention. “Yes, um, speaking of which, we should address the problem at hand now that our guest is here. So, how about we head inside and come up with some sort of plan.”
Hansel held up his hand. “Just a second. We need to clear the air on something here.” He turned to Van Helsing. “What you did with the vampires was impressive; we owe you for that. But this here is our bounty. We hate witches as much as the next guy, but we do have a business to run.”
Van Helsing gave a shrug. “Fair enough. But seeing as we’re trying to prevent the Antichrist from coming, I’d say you could use all the help you can get.”
Gretel came up next to her brother. “I say we let him help. He’s right, we’re not dealing with an ordinary witch plague this time. Besides,” she gave Van Helsing an appreciative look, “I want to see what he’s really capable of.”
Lowering his voice, Hansel leaned in to whisper in his sister’s ear. “Sure, right. I know what it is you ‘want’.”
She didn’t respond, but she did nudge him as she addressed the monster hunter. “We’d be grateful for your help. What kind of witches have you hunted before?”
“At least one ice witch,” Hansel muttered irritably.
Gretel cut her eyes at him. “Really? You’re still sore about that? It’s been years.”
“It was a big job.”
Van Helsing raised a questioning eyebrow, feeling that he was missing something. “Is there a problem?”
Sighing, Gretel turned back to him. “That witch Ben mentioned when listing off your kills, the one known as the Snow Queen, we were on our way to accept the bounty. But by the time we got there, we were told that she had just been taken care of.” She gave the monster hunter a pointed look. “By you.”
“Ah,” Van Helsing said, nodding in understanding. “Well, apologies for that. Had I known you were right behind me, I would have let you handle it. Dealing with her was not an appealing job.”
Gretel glanced back at her twin. “And my brother here is apparently still upset about missing out on such a large bounty.”
“It was a big job,” Hansel repeated, still sounding irritated. “And traveling through the cold to get there wasn’t fun.”
Rolling her eyes, Gretel looked back at Van Helsing. “So, back on topic, aside from the Snow Queen, how much other experience do you have in hunting witches?”
A thoughtful look appeared on Van Helsing’s face as he thought back to the missions he had gone on that included witch hunting. “A fair few. Nowhere near as many as the two of you, but enough to say that I have experience.”
“Trust me,” Carl said with a laugh, “any experience he lacks hunting witches he more than makes up for with the others things he’s hunted.”
“Oh, that’s right, Carl,” Van Helsing said suddenly, looking back at the friar with an amused look on his face. “You once said that your grandmother could kill a warlock. Warlocks are the male equivalent of witches, aren’t they?”
Both witch hunters frowned and turned to Carl with their eyebrows raised. The friar looked uncomfortable and immediately let out a forced laugh. “W-What? That’s not… That’s not what I said. You must have misunderstood.”
The siblings continued to stare at him blankly before an intimidating, false smile spread across Hansel’s face and he approached the friar, throwing an arm around him and pulling him close, squeezing a little too tightly as his fingers dug into his arm. “So, your grandmother can kill a warlock, huh? Then you should be able to handle a witch, no problem. I mean, witches are more powerful than warlocks, but surely you have what it takes, right? We’ll definitely be looking forward to your assistance.” He turned to Renfield. “We still expect individual payment for our services, at the original price we agreed up. No splitting the bounty.”
The historian nodded. “Yes, of course.”
Van Helsing cleared his throat. “Actually, we’re not expecting payment.”
“Yes,” Carl confirmed uncomfortably as Hansel continued to squeeze him, almost as if he were trying to crush the friar in his hold. “We’re here on behalf of the Order to make sure evil doesn’t run amuck.”
“Good,” Hansel told him, giving the friar a shake. “That’s good. Then we should have no problem. Let’s head inside and discuss strategy. I’m so eager to hear about any hunting skills your grandmother taught you, Friar Carl.”
He began heading inside, pulling an uneasy looking Carl with him. Renfield followed after them, leaving the other four behind. Ben glanced at the pile of zombie corpses and mummy remains before letting out a sigh.
“Come on, Edward, we should clean this up. Let’s pile up the bodies and burn them.”
The troll grunted in agreement, and the two got to work. Van Helsing paid them no mind as he began assessing the town. It always served to know the surroundings of where you were at.
Gretel glanced at Van Helsing, looking amused. “Selling out your friend for a laugh. Interesting way to make a first impression.”
“Carl’s a lovable guy,” Van Helsing told her with a small smile as he continued glancing around the town. “You’ll soon find that you can’t hate him no matter how much he annoys you. But if I’m honest,” he gave her a semi-serious look, “this was one of my better first impressions. Most people either fear me or shun when we first meet.”
“I’ll bet,” Gretel replied. Crossing her arms, she began circling him, studying him more closely. “So, you’re the famous Van Helsing.”
He looked at her as she circled him. “And you’re the famous Gretel. You and your brother do impressive work.”
“Mmm,” she muttered in acknowledgment. “When Mr. Renfield said he had wired Rome for help, he didn’t say it would be you who was coming.”
“Yes, we’ll, when it comes to the coming of the Antichrist, the Vatican decided to send the best they had. And unfortunately for me, that’s me.”
His claim of being the best wasn’t said with arrogance or pride. Rather, it was as if he were reluctantly simply stating a fact, one that was easy to believe with the reputation he had. Gretel picked up on this lack of arrogance and found herself approving. Some hunters would let their skills and reputation go to their heads, and it made them insufferable.
While she would consider herself and her brother to be more confident than arrogant, they didn’t let it go to their heads and always tried to remain humble, only occasionally letting their cockiness show when the situation demanded it, like when some stupid townsfolk and their sheriff thought they could intimidate them and get rid of a witch on their own.
“We’ve heard stories of you,” she continued as she came to a stop in front of him, “all hunters have, but I didn’t think we’d ever have the pleasure of meeting you.”
“Hmm,” Van Helsing muttered to himself as if he were genuinely interested. “Well, I must say, the pleasure is mine as well. I’ve heard a lot about the famous witch hunting siblings as well. Reputations such as yours are not easy to obtain.”
“Nor is yours,” she said with a smile, and took a couple steps closer to him. “I look forward to seeing what you can really do in battle. Maybe you can give my brother and I a few tips.”
He nodded. “And maybe you could show me a few tricks as well.”
Gretel’s smile widened slightly. “We’ll see.” She turned and began walking to the house. “For now, we should save your friar friend from my brother.”
Van Helsing watched her go before glancing around the town again. As far as welcomings had gone, this one hadn’t been too bad. True, he had been met with some hostility from a grieving mother, but he could understand the reason behind it. At least it seemed he had won the witch hunting siblings’ respect, excluding the minor grudge Hansel seemed to be holding over the Snow Queen, but he could work that out with him later. It seemed that as long as they were paid though, they didn’t seem to mind his presence, and were actually curious about him.
Then there was their troll assistant and apprentice. Ben, it seemed, was a fan of his; he wasn’t sure how he felt about that. And Edward made for an interesting character. Whether Carl read the report or overlooked the mentioning of it, it had been stated that the witch hunting siblings had a troll with them, or at least it had been glossed over.
Van Helsing had fought trolls before. They were either vicious monsters who were happy to serve their witch masters, or they were oppressed slaves who had no choice but to obey them. Being the children of a white witch, Edward would be bound by order of law to obey the siblings, but Van Helsing hadn’t known if it was willingly or not. He was glad to see that Edward did indeed seem to be here of his own free will.
But coworkers weren’t the only potential problem. More often than not, it was the citizens who were the ones who made his job more difficult. So far, Renfield seemed happy to have him here, but as for the rest of the townsfolk, well, that still remained to be seen. They were keeping their distance for now and seemed hesitant to approach him. Out of fear? Perhaps. They had just seen him take out a swarm of vampires, one with only a silver stake, so intimidation was likely. Hopefully, they would either stay out of his way or be cooperative.
As he contemplated this, Ben came up to him, looking somewhat skittish. “Um, Mr. Van Helsing, I just need to ask, but could I have your autograph. I don’t have any paper on me right now, but I was hoping that later you could…”
He trailed off as Van Helsing stared at him with a blank look on his face. Looking embarrassed, he gave the monster hunter an apologetic smile before returning to help Edward gather up the corpses.
Letting out a sigh, Van Helsing headed inside to join Carl and the witch hunting siblings, already having very mixed feelings about this assignment.

(A/N: And our heroes have met. Quite a mixed bag of first impressions, but it seems that they're willing to work together. And they'll need to in order to face what's coming. But what was Blair planning in sending such an army of minions to the town, and what will she do now that Hansel, Gretel, and Van Helsing put a stop to it? By the way, I'm aware that Hansel called Van Helsing Abraham, but in the movie Dracula called him Gabriel. That wasn't a mistake, and will be addressed later. So make sure you stay tuned, because things are going to get all the more interesting now that our two groups have come together.)
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