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Van Helsing And The Witch Hunters
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(A/N: Alright, we're back. Last time the whole gang finally met up. And after a bit of drama, they're finally all in the same boat. Let's see what the famous witch hunting siblings and the ultimate monster hunter are capable of when they work together.)
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Chapter 5: Strategizing
“Ok, so what are we looking at?” Van Helsing asked as he stood at the table, upon which were several different maps of the forest outside of the town. “Any information you have will be useful.”
Gretel sighed in frustration as she leaned over the table, looking at all the useless maps spread out across it. “We don’t know that much. From our encounter with her, she seems to be a nature with, though that may have just been what she started out as. Considering she’s the grand high witch, her magic likely expands to more various kinds of witchcraft.”
“Including weather control,” Hansel added as he cleaned his guns. “She’s been keeping it heavily clouded over this town for years. It’s been devastating for their crops. We’ve barely seen even a crack of direct sunlight since we’ve been here.”
Van Helsing nodded, as if he expected this. “Makes sense considering what we’ve heard about her.”
“Yes,” said Carl, keeping his distance from the witch hunters. “Is she really a vampire?”
Gretel crossed her arms. “We haven’t encountered any vampires before today, but we know a vampire when we see one.”
“Also, she turned into a bat, and we watched her survive and grow back half her head,” Hansel told them. “So there’s that.”
He held up the gun he was cleaning, then pointed it at Carl, who froze. He pulled the trigger, and the friar jumped, but there was only a click to indicate that the gun wasn’t loaded. Hansel smirked and set the gun down before he began cleaning another one as Carl sigh in relief.
“Any other details?” Van Helsing asked, paying no mind to his friend’s discomfort.
“Her name is Blair,” Ben spoke up in an attempt to contribute. “Or at least that’s what she calls herself now.” At the blank looks he received, he quickly said, “Names have power, so it’s probably not her real name.”
“That’s mostly when dealing with demons and possessions,” Van Helsing told him, “but thanks for the information.”
A look of pride crossed Ben’s face. “Thank you, sir. Oh, by the way,” he shyly held out a piece of paper, “about your autograph, could I get you to sign this right there…”
Gretel impatiently snatched the paper out of Ben’s hand. “Save that for later,” she then turned back to the maps and motioned to them in frustration. “We’ve been trying to find the way to her lair, but navigating those woods is impossible.”
Van Helsing nudged the friar. “Carl.”
“Oh, um, yes, let me take a look.” He began shifting the maps across the table. “I’m sure I can figure something out, if given enough time.”
Hansel scoffed. “Good luck with that. We’ve been going over these maps for days.”
He pointed another gun at Carl and fired again, making the friar jump, even though this gun too was clearly empty.
“Yes, but you didn’t have me here during that time,” Carl told him, trying to keep the unease out of his voice. “And would you please stop that.”
Smirking, Hansel held out his arms. “What’s the problem? If your grandmother is skilled enough to do what we do, then surely you’ve been around guns long enough to not find them intimidating.”
Van Helsing was now somewhat regretting his little joke he had played on his friend in telling the witch hunting siblings the comment Carl had made about his grandmother being able to kill a warlock. “Carl’s very good at what he does. He managed to uncover most of Dracula’s secret past and find the location to his hidden castle in matter of hours.”
The last part was a bit of a stretch, but he felt like he owed Carl a bit at this point.
Looking unimpressed, Hansel aimed the pistol at Carl again. “You don’t say.”
Gretel snatched the gun out of his hand, having had enough of her brother’s childishness. “That’s enough.” She turned back to the others, setting the gun down on the table. “The problem isn’t just that her lair is hidden in the forest, it’s that the trees move around at night, so it’s impossible to navigate or determine where anything is.” She motioned to the different maps. “These are all different layouts of the forest that the townsfolk here have been able to map out, but most are incomplete. And from what we can see, there’s no relation, no pattern, no correlations of any kind; the trees just randomly move around.”
“And she can fly,” Ben added. “Not on a broom, she doesn’t need one. She flies around in her bat form, so she doesn’t need to worry about navigating the forest herself.”
“I see,” Carl replied. “So simply going into the forest after her is out of the question.”
“Monster too,” Edward added.
Van Helsing raised an eyebrow. “Monster?”
Hansel sighed. “According to the rumors, there’s also a monster that lives in the forest who will attack anyone it comes across. We have yet to see it. It could be a troll servant of hers.” He glanced at their own troll. “No offense, big guy.”
Edward simply shrugged, not looking bothered by the witch hunter’s statement. Van Helsing made sure to take note of the mention of this monster, wishing he had known about it in advance. “Setting this unknown monster aside for now, if Blair is also a vampire, that means she’s been feeding off the town residents, correct?”
Gretel nodded. “According to the reports, she had originally been taking a single person once a month to feed from, but for the past few months, she’s been taking one almost every week. The town’s population has really declined as a result, and most travelers around the town have disappeared.”
Edward grunted from his corner of the room. “Eating for two.”
Carl frowned in disgust. “That’s unsettling.”
Hansel shrugged. “They were too afraid to take a stand against her, but when her appetite increased, they finally got desperate enough to hire us.”
“At my encouragement,” Renfield replied as he entered the room with a tray of drinks that he set down on the table. “And when they found out about the Antichrist’s coming, I thought we might need additional help since I wasn’t just a witch we were dealing with, so I wired Rome.”
Van Helsing nodded. “It was the right call.” He glanced at the witch hunting siblings. “No offense.”
Gretel waved this off. “None taken. Vampires are a little out of our range of expertise.”
“So is the fucking Antichrist,” Hansel grumbled as he snatched up a goblet and leaned back, placing his booted feet on the table, much to Renfield’s chagrin. “We should charge extra for that.”
“It comes with dealing with the witch,” Gretel reluctantly pointed out.
Van Helsing sighed as he tried to sort out all this information. “Ok, so, we have the most powerful witch in the world, who, at minimum, possesses nature magic, and is also a vampire, and she’s going to give birth to the son of the Devil soon.”
“Could you tell how far along her along her pregnancy was?” Carl asked. “That might give us a window of time to determine when she’ll give birth.”
The siblings exchanged uncertain looks before glancing back at them. “I’m not sure, but pretty far along,” Gretel told them.
“And that’s considering this is a normal pregnancy,” Hansel added. “We’re talking about the Antichrist being born to the grand high witch, who’s also a vampire. There’s no telling how long it will take.”
Carl looked uncomfortable. “That is a good point.”
“I’d say she looked at least eight months, maybe more,” said Gretel. “And that was a few weeks ago.”
“She can also hide her pregnancy,” Ben added. “She hid it from us for most of our encounter. Possibly some kind of illusion magic.”
“Since we can’t get to her,” said Hansel, “we’ve been trying to lure her out, but like we said, she’s not rising to the bait.”
Gretel nodded. “Not since our initial meeting, it I think that was her just introducing herself.”
“Or sizing us up,” Hansel commented.
Van Helsing nodded impatiently. “But you said she’s been taking a person a week,” he motioned to Edward, “because she’s eating for two. That means she is coming out of her lair.”
Gretel saw where he was going with this; she and her brother had realized it themselves. “Yes, but no one has ever seen her take them, it’s like they just disappear. We even trapped the houses, but it hasn’t stopped her from getting around them and taking someone undetected. We don’t know how she’s doing it.”
Hansel scoffed. “Probably some vampire power of hers. We don’t know enough about vampires, and we’re ill-equipped to deal with them.”
“Vampires aren’t our forte,” Gretel admitted.
“Yes,” Ben chimed in, “but I was thinking, maybe we don’t have to actually kill her. I mean, yes, I know we’ll have to kill her eventually, that’s why we came here, but maybe we could wound her in a way to kill the Antichrist while it’s still in her womb. You know, make her miscarry or something. It might be easier than actually killing her to kill it.”
Van Helsing had to give the boy points for creativity. “That’s a fine strategy, but, unfortunately, it won’t work. Vampires are the walking dead, so their children are born dead. Any damage done to the Antichrist will simply heal while it’s in her womb, but it’ll still be dead, and you can’t kill what’s already dead. She’ll be looking for a way to bring it to life after she gives birth.”
Hansel made a disgusted face. “Ok, that’s fucking nasty.”
Gretel didn’t seem to find the idea too appealing either. “Ok, well, we know that she’s also a necromancer, so maybe she’ll be able to–”
“I don’t think that’s what she’s looking for,” Van Helsing interrupted. “We’re not talking about some mindless, soulless, animated corpse, we’re talking about giving it actual life.”
Gretel’s brow furrowed. “Is that possible?”
The monster hunter and the friar exchanged a look, both of them thinking the same thing.
“Actually, I’m afraid it is,” Carl admitted. “When we faced Dracula, he managed to bring his children to life.” He glanced back at Van Helsing. “Are we dealing with another Frankenstein scenario?”
Hansel raised an eyebrow. “What the hell’s a Frankenstein?”
Van Helsing ignored the witch hunter’s question. “I don’t think so. She’s likely going to use some form of magic. But not even as the grand high witch can she just create life. She’s going to need something else.”
Renfield raised his hand, looking and feeling awkward. “If I may interject. When I contacted Rome, I suggested that you bring… something. If you have it with you, it might offer some insight to what this Blair is planning. Maybe tell us how she intends to bring her child to life.”
Van Helsing was inclined to agree. And with the witch hunting siblings here, it was the moment of truth. He motioned to the friar. “Carl.”
An uneasy pout crossed the friar’s face, and he slowly slipped his bag off his shoulder. Looking immensely uncomfortable, he reached inside and pulled out a rectangular object that was bound in cloth. Being very careful, as if he didn’t want to actually touch it, he unwrapped the cloth, revealing the object.
Ben let out a gasp and backed away, making the sign of the cross over himself while Edward whimpered. Hansel removed his feet from the table and stood up as he stared at it in disbelief. Gretel looked equally as shocked as she stared at it as well before raising her eyes to Van Helsing’s. “Is that what I think it is?”
The monster hunter gave him an almost apologetic look. “If you think it’s the Necronomicon, then yes.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Hansel exclaimed. “Why the hell are you carrying around what’s basically Hell’s Bible? Why the fuck didn’t the Vatican destroy that thing when they got it?”
“Oh, we tried,” Carl told him. “Believe me, we did. But when it couldn’t be destroyed, we decided to just lock it away.”
Gretel sighed. “Ok. I mean, I would have tied it to a rock and had it dropped into the middle of the ocean, but if that was the Vatican’s decision.”
Van Helsing was inclined to agree, but it hadn’t been his decision. He kept his thoughts to himself though and motioned to the historian. “As Mr. Renfield here suggested, it might offer some insight on the Antichrist’s coming, and I have to agree. Even if it can’t tell us how to stop it, it might provide information of what to expect, and maybe we can figure out a way to prevent its birth, or to kill it if we can’t.”
Renfield gave the monster hunter a look. “And what of the other thing I mentioned?”
The witch hunters and their comrades all looked at Van Helsing, as if expecting him to produce something equally as horrific as the Necronomicon. The monster hunter hesitated a moment before reaching into his jacket and pulling out the wooden box he had taken from the safe along with the Necronomicon and set it on the table.
Hansel raised an eyebrow at the box. “And what nasty surprise is in there?”
Renfield slowly reached out for it. “Something that may help us defeat the Antichrist if he should be born.”
Van Helsing placed his hand on top of the box and pulled it back before Renfield could touch it. “That will be staying closed unless it becomes necessary to us.” He held up a key. “And the key to it will be staying with me.”
The historian bowed his head and took a step back. “Of course, forgive me. I meant no disrespect. It’s just, given its history, I couldn’t help but be curious.”
“Understandable, you are a historian,” Van Helsing replied, slipping the key into his pocket. “But for now, I think it would be best to keep it locked.”
Hansel eyed the Necronomicon again. If that was brought along in order to help prevent the Antichrist’s birth, then he didn’t even want to know what was in the box if it was meant to be used after its birth.
“So what do we do with this thing then?” he demanded in disgust. “You really think it can help us?”
“Begging your pardon, sir,” Ben chimed in, “but if what I heard of that book is true, then it can only be read by a witch.”
Van Helsing nodded. “Yes, that’s the point.”
Placing a hand on the book, he slowly pushed it towards Gretel. She frowned, staring at it for a moment before looking up at Van Helsing in bewilderment. “Wait, you expect me to…?”
He gave her an apologetic look. “Given your… parentage, it stands to reason that you would be able to read it.”
Gretel let out a humorless chuckle. “Our mother was a white witch. She was nothing like those hellspawn that plague humanity.”
“I know that,” the monster hunter told her sincerely, letting her know that he held nothing against her or her mother. “And I have no expectations, but as far as I know, a white witch, let alone the child of one, has never attempted to read it. I have no idea if you’ll be able to, but if there’s a chance… I’m just asking you to try. It could really help us.”
Gretel didn’t answer and simply looked back at the book. Next to her, her brother scoffed and made his way over to their supplies. “Sure, why not. Give it a go, sis. I mean, our mother was a witch, so their magic doesn’t work on us. Maybe you could read their unholy book too.” He took out a shot of insulin and rolled up his sleeve. “Wouldn’t be surprising at this point.”
Carl gave the syringe a curious look as Hansel injected himself with it. “What’s that for?”
Hansel glanced at him before holding up the syringe. “This? This is something left over from my childhood, courtesy of a witch forcing me to eat too many sweets.”
Carl quickly pieced the implications together in his head. “Diabetes. You have the sugar sickness.” His brows furrowed and he frowned. “But that takes years of primarily eating sweets to develop.”
Hansel snorted. “Not in my case. The witch made me eat enchanted candy to quickly fatten me up. I got the magically enhanced version of the sugar sickness.” He shrugged. “But it’s fine. We burned the cannibal bitch in her own oven. As long as I keep taking these,” he wiggled the syringe between his thumb and index fingers, “I’ll be fine.”
Carl looked at the syringe in interest, tapping his chin curiously. “Yes, yes, I see. Um… could I have one of those? Oh, and some of you blood?” At the witch hunter’s questioning look he said, “See, I’m rather adept in chemistry and medical science. Perhaps I could make a cure for you so you won’t need those injections anymore.”
Hansel raised an eyebrow at that and seemed to reconsider the friar. “I appreciate the offer, but the sugar sickness has no cure.”
Carl nodded in agreement. “The natural one, yes, but yours comes from an enchantment. So I might be able to find a way to fix your case.”
Ben perked up at that and stepped forward. “I think he’s right. I actually had a few theories about possibly curing you myself; I just didn’t want to say anything until I was more sure so I wouldn’t get your hopes up.” He turned eagerly to the friar. “If you would be ok with it, I’d like to help. I can show you what I’ve been looking into.”
A grin spread across Carl’s face as he found his element, along someone else to share it with. “Oh, yes, yes, of course, that would be most appreciative.”
Almost feeling double-teamed, Hansel looked from the apprentice to the friar before glancing at his sister. She was still staring in contemplation at the Necronomicon though, so he instead looked to Van Helsing. The monster hunter just shrugged though, looking resigned, as if he knew there was no way to stop his friar friend once he got started.
“Fine,” Hansel said, giving in. “Guess I’ve got nothing to lose.” And using the same syringe he had injected himself with, he jabbed it into his arm and filled it with his blood before handing it and a small jar of insulin over to the friar. “Knock yourself out.”
Looking very eager, Carl took them both from the witch hunter. “Thank you. I’ll get to work on this right away.” He hesitated for a moment before adding, “Oh, um, by the way, what I said about my granny being able to kill a warlock, that was out of context. I was merely comparing the difference between a warlock and a vampire. Also, I’m aware that witches are more powerful than warlocks. So, uh, I hope there will be no hard feelings between us over a simple misunderstanding. It could be distracting from the assignment, and we can’t afford to–”
“Carl,” Hansel interrupted.
“Uh, um, uh, yes?”
“Stop talking.”
“Right.”
Van Helsing had been watching their exchange in mild amusement, but now that the moment had passed, he returned his attention to Gretel and the Necronomicon. She still hadn’t so much as touched it. But if the book could offer up any information, they needed to know.
“I know this must be hard,” he told her, “but it could be useful. I’m only asking you to try.”
Gretel stared uneasily at the book for several more seconds before closing her eyes. “Fuck.”
Slowly reaching out, she placed her hand on the book, sliding it closer to her and opening it. Red light poured out, bathing her face, and she stared down at the first page of horrific moving images and symbols. Her brother came up next to her and placed a hand on her shoulder in silent support.
A part of Gretel hoped that she wouldn’t be able to read it. She and her brother may have been able to accept that their mother was a white witch, but that was because they knew her. They knew she was kind and loving, and was nothing like the inhuman creatures they hunted down. But if she could actually read this unholy book, somehow, it felt like she wouldn’t be as different from those monsters as she believed herself to be. It was an irrational concern, but it was there all the same; she appalled the idea of having any kind of connection to other witches.
For several long moments, she stared at the pages, trying to find something she was even supposed to read, but nothing made sense. And the fact that the images on the page were somehow moving around caused what she was looking at to make even less sense.
“Can you read it?” Carl asked quietly. “Anything making sense?”
Gretel continued to stare at the pages, her brow furrowing, and she shook her head. “No. There’s not even any words to read. It’s just a bunch of freaky pictures and pentagrams and stuff that keep moving around. It doesn’t mean anything.”
“I’m not seeing anything either,” Hansel added as he attempted to make sense of what was on the pages as well. “It’s pure nonsense.”
Van Helsing’s shoulders slumped and he let out the breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding. “Well, it was worth a shot.”
Hansel gave his sister’s shoulder an encouraging squeeze. “Nice try, sis. I thought it was a long shot anyway.”
He hadn’t known what to expect when his sister had opened the book either, but the moving, grotesque images had not been it. How was anyone, a witch or otherwise, supposed to read that mess, especially with all the pictures and stuff moving around? But perhaps that was for the best, nothing good could possibly come from such an evil artifact.
“Wait…” Gretel said in a low voice.
Hansel froze, and slowly looked at his sister’s face as she squinted at the pages. There was a look of deep concentration, almost as if she were trying to make out something in the dark, not quite sure what it was yet, and trying to figure it out.
“Do you see something?” Ben asked. “Can you read it?”
Gretel gave a small shake of her head. ‘Read’ was not the right word. There were no letters or words to read, and it wasn’t like deciphering hieroglyphics either. No, for all intents and purposes, the images on the pages still made no sense. Yet somehow, she was starting to get a kind of understanding from them. It was akin to reading the emotions on another person’s face and getting an understanding of what they were thinking and feeling.
“Not read exactly,” she reluctantly admitted, “but it’s starting to make sense, sort of.”
“Then you really can read it?” Carl asked in amazement, but also sounding a little disturbed by the prospect.
Gretel wobbled her head. “I wouldn’t say ‘read’ it, but for lack of a better word, I think so.”
“Seriously?” Hansel asked in disbelief. He motioned to the moving images on the pages, none of which made the slightest sense to him. “This makes sense to you? How?”
She opened and closed her mouth a few times, trying to find the right words, before throwing up her hands in resignation as she realized there were no words to describe what the book was telling her or how. “I don’t know. The best way I can describe it is…it’s like looking at a really abstract painting and somehow understanding what the artist is trying to convey.”
She really didn’t know how else to put it. But even describing it in such a way, she still wasn’t fully aware of what she was reading; she suspected this was because she was only the daughter of a white witch rather than being an actual witch herself.
It was far from pleasant though. She felt an uncomfortable pressure on her head, and she felt her eyes starting to sting and tear up, as if she were staring into the sun, but it wasn’t due to the red light the pages were emitting. Looking at the book was simply not appealing.
She closed her eyes and shook her head, reaching up to rub her temple. “Geez, that’s a strain. I hope actual witches feel the same discomfort when they try to read it.”
“Somehow, I doubt it,” Hansel grumbled, taking a seat again.
“But you can understand it?” Van Helsing asked seriously.
Gretel resisted the urge to groan as she sat down beside her brother and reluctantly admitted, “Yes. To an extent, yes.”
The monster hunter sighed. “Then I’m sorry to have to ask this of you, but we need you to–”
“Yes,” she interrupted, knowing what he was going to say, “I know… I know… Fuck, this is going to suck.” She glanced at the Necronomicon, noting its thickness, and gave it a small shove. “I don’t suppose you knew where in here it talks about the Antichrist’s coming.”
Van Helsing glanced at Carl for an answer, and the friar gave Gretel an apologetic look. “Afraid not. Sorry. No one has ever been able to read anything inside it.”
She sighed in aggravation, even though she had expected such an answer. “Figures. So now I have to go through this whole damn thing to find the right section. Just how I wanted to spend my time.”
The monster hunter gave her an apologetic look. “Unfortunately, we’re short on time. We don’t know how long before the Antichrist will be born, or what this Blair is planning to do to bring it to life. So, if Gretel is going to be deciphering the Necronomicon, Mr. Renfield, as a historian, would you be willing to assist her, maybe take notes or look up information?”
Renfield glanced at the Necronomicon uncomfortably. “I was actually going to suggest that myself. Being near that thing doesn’t sit well with me, but if I can be of assistance, then I shall help however I can.”
Van Helsing nodded. “Thank you. Now, Carl and… Ben, was it? I recommend that the two of you continue working on trying to locate Blair’s location. See if you can find anything that may have been overlooked. Hopefully you can discover where it’s located and we can end this. In the meantime, Hansel and… Edmond?”
“Edward,” the troll corrected.
Van Helsing nodded. “Of course, sorry. Edward. If the two of you could show me around the town and bring me up to speed on everything, I’d appreciate it. Tell me anything that might be useful, perhaps we can come up with a battle plan; maybe figure out a way to lure her out if Carl and Ben can’t find her lair. Perhaps we can figure out how she’s been taking the townsfolk undetected. In the meantime, we can keep a look out for any other surprises Blair might send our way, maybe find some spots in town that should be guarded.”
Gretel looked impressed while Ben had pure hero-worship in his eyes. Hansel, however, let out an amused scoff. “Well, you certainly sound professional. Got it all planned out, don’t you?”
Van Helsing raised an eyebrow. “I’m not trying to tell you how to do your job; I know you’re very good at it. This simply feels like the best course of action. However,” he motioned to the witch hunting siblings, “if any of you have another idea that you think would be better, I’d be happy to hear it.”
He spoke politely, but there was a small note of condensation in his voice, suggesting that he knew that they knew this was indeed the best course of action. Gretel glanced at her brother and raised an eyebrow, a slightly smug smile on her face. As much as she loved her twin, he could be pig-headed sometimes.
It seemed that Van Helsing had picked up on that as well and was trying to stomp out any likelihood of the two of them butting heads by politely putting her brother in his place in a way that showed that he was open to suggestions from them, but was also willing to let them come to the conclusion that this was the best plan rather than simply telling them like they were children who didn’t know any better. After all, they had all this time and made no progress, and Van Helsing was the one experienced in vampire and other monster hunting while they were exclusive to witches.
Knowing that a majority of her brother’s stubbornness was still from the grudge he held towards Van Helsing of getting to the Snow Queen before them, Gretel said, “It was just one witch. I know it was a big bounty, but get over it already.”
Hansel looked from his sister to Van Helsing, then from the friar to their apprentice, and finally the troll and then the historian before looking at the monster hunter again. He could see that Van Helsing was indeed being genuine in saying he was open to suggestions or alternate plans, despite holding an air of confidence that what he had suggested was still the best course of action, and they all knew it.
“Fine,” he relented. “We’ve reached a bit of a dead end anyway, and you know vamps better than us.”
Van Helsing nodded. “I appreciate the cooperation. And just for the record, I’m sorry for taking the Snow Queen’s bounty away from you. I’m not trying to take over your operation; just trying to save the world.”
Gretel smirked as she strolled around the table, casually dragging her index finger across the surface. “Don’t mind my brother. Aside from me, he doesn’t really work well with others.” She came to a stop beside Van Helsing and turned back to her sibling, giving him an amused look. “Ain’t that right, Hansel?”
Not rising to the bait, Hansel got to his feet, shouldering his shotgun. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I can be a team player just fine.”
Gretel let out a small chuckle as she shifted her gaze from her brother to Van Helsing. “Well then, you boys play nice. Share some hunting stories, bond a bit; I’m sure you have more in common than you realize. As for me,” she reached across the monster hunter, leaning over the table to reluctantly grab the Necronomicon and drag it over to her, “I’ve got a bit of light reading to do.”
“Perhaps I could help with that,” Ben suggested, pointing at the book. “With what the two of us know about witches, maybe I can help translate in some way.”
She gave him a grateful smile. “I appreciate that, but as we’ve already established, I’m the only one here who can read it. Your time would be better spent helping a Carl. Mr. Renfield can assist me with anything I might need.”
Ben looked disappointed, but nodded at her decision. “If that’s what you think is best.”
“As for you two,” she said to Hansel and Van Helsing, “you might want to get started on that tour before it gets dark. It doesn’t matter how skilled you are, being outside the town’s walls in a witch’s territory at night is not a good idea. Mr. Renfield, if you’ll join me.”
With that, she took the Necronomicon into the next room, and the mousy historian glanced at the others before following after her. Van Helsing watched them go before a chuckle from Hansel drew his attention as the witch hunter came up beside him.
“Kind of funny how she took charge of your plan, isn’t it?” he told the monster hunter. “Yeah, she does that quite a lot. You get used to it.” He gave Van Helsing a pat on the back. “Come on, I’ll show you around. Maybe do as she suggested and exchange some stories. I want to know how things went with the Snow Queen.”
Without waiting for a response, he waltzed out of the house with Edward right behind him. Van Helsing reached up and adjusted his hat before heading out after them.

(A/N: Ok, so things are coming together a bit for our team. Hansel seems to hold a little animosity towards Van Helsing for a stolen job, but is willing to play nice. And good news, Gretel can read the Necronomicon. Sort of anyway. No telling what horrific things she'll find in there, but hopefully something useful. And an interesting twist, Carl thinks he might be able to cure Hansel. We'll see how that goes later, possibly. Stay tuned to see how our heroes start working together.)
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