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Van Helsing And The Witch Hunters
By : moviefan
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(A/N: Ok, so, this chapter was interesting to write. Our heroes mostly discussed strategy last chapter, but they haven't really taken the time to get to know each other than much. Can't work well with people you don't know. Let's see how this goes for them.)
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Chapter 6: Sparring
It was late. Night had fallen, and most of the townsfolk were inside with their doors locked. Only a few homes still had any candles lit or fires burning.
One of those homes was Renfield’s, where Carl and Ben were hard at work. At least they had been. Now they were currently slumped over the table they had been working at, fast asleep.
In the next room over, Gretel was curled up with the Necronomicon, occasionally telling Renfield to write down certain things she thought would be useful that she was able to read from the cursed book. It was slow going, as it took time for her to be able to understand what was written on each page, and thus far, she had not come across anything on the Antichrist. But the things she had read so far were more than enough to make her skin crawl, and more than once made her think she was going to vomit.
Outside, it was quiet, with the only sounds being the natural noises of the night, and the steady thumps of footsteps. Three sets of footsteps in fact, one much heavier than the other two. At different points of the town, Van Helsing, Hansel, and Edward were patrolling the area from within the town’s walls, keeping watch for any threats that might enter the town.
This wasn’t the first time Van Helsing had pulled an all-nighter. Sometimes, he would need to go a day or two without sleep while on an assignment. He tried not to do this, as being tired naturally put him off his game, just like it would anyone, but sometimes it was unavoidable. Which is why, after the attacks today, he opted to forgo sleep and patrol the perimeter in case Blair tried anything, even though he was exhausted from traveling.
Hansel had been thinking the same thing, and so he and Edward had also been circling the town after it had gotten dark, keeping an eye out for anything suspicious. They would just sleep when it was safer come morning when the sun came up and Blair’s power wasn’t as great.
Earlier today, after having left their comrades to their tasks, the two hunters and the troll had wandered around town as Hansel filled Van Helsing in on everything while showing him the layout of the town, both inside and outside the walls. As a pleasant surprise, none of the townsfolk gave Van Helsing any trouble. It became clear very quickly that they didn’t want him here, likely due to a combination of his reputation as well as out of fear of what Blair would do in retaliation for him being here. But it seemed they feared the witch and the coming of the Antichrist more, and so tolerated his presence in the hopes that he and the witch hunters would stop them.
Surprisingly, as the two spent time together, Hansel’s attitude towards Van Helsing changed a bit as talks of plans and strategy had shifted to an exchange of different hunts they had both been on, just as Gretel suggested. It had started with the witch hunter inquiring about vampires and Van Helsing’s experience with them, which had led to the story of Dracula, which the monster hunter described as being his toughest assignment. This had, in turn, led to him asking about the siblings’ toughest job, which led to the story of when the two of them had faced Muriel.
More stories had been exchanged after that, including Van Helsing’s job of hunting the Snow Queen witch, and a growing respect for each other had developed. They had already respected the reputations of each other, despite Hansel’s initial dislike of the monster hunter, but now a deeper and more genuine respect for each other as individuals had developed. Of course, they had already known many of the stories about the other that had been exchanged, but hearing them from the mouth of the person involved, unedited and unfiltered, not watered-down or exaggerated the way stories tended to become over time, was very different.
“Well,” Hansel had said with a new respect for the monster hunter, “if we really are trying to prevent the apocalypse, I suppose it’ll be good to have someone with your experience to help out.”
“Likewise,” Van Helsing had agreed.
When the sun had gone down, however, they had split up, deciding to circle around the town within the walls so as to deal with any threats should Blair decide to make another move. Van Helsing had to admit though, he was not a fan of this waiting and guarding. He was a man of action, and preferred to just go in and face the situation head-on. Unfortunately, that didn’t seem to be possible right now.
If what the witch hunting siblings said about Blair hiding away in the forest whose trees moved was true, then it would be all but impossible to get to her, not unless they sprouted wings and flew there. It would be the equivalent of trying to get through a maze whose passages were always changing. Which only left them with the option of waiting for Blair to come out on her own, or to lure her out somehow, of which all attempts from the witch hunting siblings had failed.
So it seemed as if they were stuck playing the waiting game. And unless Ben and Carl found some solution in the maps to the seemingly impossible puzzle of navigating through the forest, they would have to be patient. In which case, filling in that time by having Gretel look through the Necronomicon and hopefully find a solution to prevent the Antichrist’s coming, or stop him if he did. Until then, they would need to wait for Blair to make a move.
But then again, she had made a move, that was the thing. The witch hunting siblings had unsuccessfully been trying to lure her out all this time. And with the expectation of her making her introduction to them, the only time she had come out of hiding had supposedly been to snatch one of the townsfolk for a meal.
That is, until today, when she had sent a golem into town, along with a swarm of zombies and mummies, and then a gang of vampires to follow up. That meant that she wanted something, badly. She wouldn’t resort to such overkill otherwise.
Van Helsing had taken all this into consideration when thinking about how to handle the job. He doubted that she simply wanted to kill the witch hunters, otherwise she would have done that when they first met. And Hansel had mentioned that Blair claimed that she wanted them to witness the Antichrist’s coming. Did she mean that literally, as in she wanted them to witness her give birth, and her servants had been sent to capture them?
He doubted that, it would be too risky. So then why would she send what was practically a small army of the undead to the town? Did she plan to abduct them for another reason? Did she change her mind about wanting to keep them alive and simply decided to kill them?
Too many questions, too few answers. And Van Helsing didn’t like it. But for now, there was nothing more he could do. He just had to be patient. They all did.
A sudden sound drew his attention. He immediately dropped his torch, and his hand flew into his jacket and pulled out his spinning blade saws, holding them up threateningly. He’d briefly considered going for his guns, but as the sun had set, a heavy fog had rolled in, one that Hansel had told them appeared every night, likely as a result of Blair’s influence. The fog made it hard to see, and he didn’t want to end up shooting someone he wasn’t supposed to because of the fog.
“Who’s there?” he demanded sternly but calmly.
He strained to see through the darkness and fog, but didn’t see anything. But with the torch on the ground by his feet, whoever was out there would see him first due to its light, and so he began inching away from it, towards the sound.
A dagger suddenly came flying out of the fog. Van Helsing didn’t move as it zoomed past him. If whoever threw it had been aiming for him, they were about a foot off their mark, and the blade buried into the wall behind him. Van Helsing briefly glanced at it, then back into the fog as a figure emerged from it.
“Not so much as a flinch,” came Gretel’s voice as she moved closer. “Are you just that brave, or did you realize I wasn’t actually aiming for you?”
“The second one,” he replied, “though I like to think the first as well.” He lowered his buzz saws. “What was that about?”
She smiled as she walked past him and pulled her dagger out of the fence. “Just cutting the tension. Everyone is so uptight. Even if it’s understandable why.”
He raised an eyebrow at that. “And throwing a knife at me was your way of cutting the tension?”
A light chuckle escaped her as she pulled out another dagger, and she twirled them around in her hands. “I wouldn’t have hit you. I have plenty of experience with these things.” She gave him a look of interest. “I take it that you and my brother are on better terms now?”
This time it was his turn to smirk. “I suppose you could say that. The two of us… bonded a bit over listening to each other’s stories.”
Her smirk widened. “I figured you would.”
He studied her curiously, his brow furrowed. “Although I’m sure you found your own share of stories in the Necronomicon.”
She frowned at that, looking disgusted. “God, that fucking book. The things in it. I felt so disgusted reading all that shit, like I now really need a bath.”
Van Helsing couldn’t blame her. “I’d imagine I’d feel the same if I could read it.”
She shuddered as she thought back to the things she read. “You don’t want to, believe me. And not just because of what’s in it. That book does things to you. Makes you feel like hell. I even heard voices from some of the pages. And the more I read, the worse it got. I just had to get away a bit and get some fresh air. I feel like my head has been getting crushed in a vice and red-hot pokers have been buried in my eyes. I needed a break or I was going to go crazy.”
He nodded in understanding. “You’re well entitled to it. I don’t even think I like touching it; I can’t imagine having to actually read it. And you’ve been doing it for hours.” He paused for a moment. “I take it you haven’t found anything on the Antichrist yet?”
She let out a deep sigh. “No, nothing. I’m not even a quarter of the way through yet though.”
“Maybe you should get some sleep.”
She scoffed. “As if anyone can sleep after what they read. No, I just wanted to clear my head. I already feel so much better.” She gave him a somewhat apologetic look. “Sorry about the knife; I was just trying to lighten the mood. Probably not the best way to do it.”
“As long as you weren’t actually trying to kill me.”
An amused smirked crossed her face. “If I were trying to kill you, you’d know.” She eyed the buzz saws he still held. “But who knows, maybe you could handle it.” She nodded at the weapons curiously. “What are those?”
Van Helsing glanced down at the buzz saws. “A little gift from the Vatican from a few years ago that came in handy when facing Mr. Hyde. You ever hear about him?”
Gretel approached him. “The name sounds familiar, but I can’t say I know anything about him. May I?”
She held out her hand, and Van Helsing placed one of the buzz saws in it. She examined the weapon curiously, looking impressed by it. Van Helsing realized he should warn her before she lost a hand. “Be careful with it, it can–”
The blade began spinning as she activated the weapon and she jumped slightly in surprise, turning it off again.
“Do that,” he finished a little late.
She let out an impressed laugh as she marveled at the weapon. “Where can we get one of these? I’ll bet we could take off a lot of witches’ heads with them.” She took note of the designs on the buzz saw. “These are Chinese inscriptions on here. Do they mean anything? Some kind of enchantment to ward off or fight evil?”
He gave a small shrug. “As far as I know, they’re just some fancy design, but they could be something more. As long as they get the job done, I don’t really care how decorative they are.”
She seemed to find this amusing. “Fair enough.”
Now that she was prepared for it, she activated the weapon again and gave a few experimental swipes through the air. Upon spotting a stick on the ground, she picked it up and tossed it into the air, then swiped the buzz saw at it, cutting the stick clan in two. Van Helsing gave an approving nod.
“You’re a fast learner,” he noted.
She threw him a cocky smile. “I guess weaponry just comes naturally to those like us.”
“The cardinal would say that God gave us such talent for a reason.”
“Well, he’s not wrong about that. Ever since my brother and I burned that bitch when we were kids, we just knew that hunting witches was what we were meant to do.”
He certainly couldn’t argue with their results. “Well, you’re definitely very good at it.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr. Van Helsing.” She experimentally waved the buzz saw around some more. “I’d like to get in close to that Blair bitch with this. I’ll cut her wand in half and stab the severed end through her black heart like a stake. That’ll put the rotting whore down.”
And just like that, Van Helsing’s mind returned to the job, and he noted that he and Hansel hadn’t discussed Blair’s wand. “So you’ve seen her wand? Could you tell what it was made from?”
She glanced at him, knowing what he was getting at. Witches constructed their own wands from different elements in nature. They helped a witch channel and focus their magic. Every wand was different, and some didn’t even look like wands. They were though, in a way, as much a part of a witch as her own flesh and bones.
“I can’t tell you what’s on the inside of it,” she admitted. “Who knows what she stuffed it with or used as a core. From the outside though, it looked like it was made from a human bone and a unicorn horn.”
Van Helsing raised an eyebrow at that. “A unicorn horn?”
She shrugged. “I suppose it could be part of an infant narwhal horn, but I don’t think so, I’m pretty sure it was a unicorn’s.”
Van Helsing let that sink in. Unicorns were magical creatures, and most of their magic resided in their horns, which could even retain some magic after the creature’s death. But they had been extinct for thousands of years. If Blair had been around that long… well, it didn’t bode well.
It at least told him that she had been a vampire for quite some time. Witches had much longer lifespans than humans, and could live for hundreds of years. But there was no way Blair could have been alive for thousands of years, even if she was the grand high witch. Maybe she could reach 700, give or take a century, but not thousands of years. That meant that she had to have been a vampire for quite some time. How had the Vatican never found out about her until now?
“So she’s very old as well,” he noted out loud.
Gretel rolled her eyes. “Well, she is a vampire. Don’t they possess eternal life?”
He nodded. “Yes, but how long has she been a vampire? Where has she been? What has she been doing? How long has she been working to bring forth the Antichrist?”
A scoff escaped the witch hunter. “Honestly, I don’t really care.” She handed him back the buzz saw. “All I care about is sending the bitch and her bastard to Hell where they belong, along with the rest of her kind.”
“Merciless,” Van Helsing commented teasingly.
“Justified,” she countered seriously. “There’s enough shit in this world without Satan’s agents making it worse.”
He supposed that was a fair assessment. “Well, that’s what people like us are here for. And apparently, I’ve been doing it for lifetimes.”
He had said the last part more to himself as an off-handed comment than to her as his thoughts turned to the bits of his fragmented memories from a past he still didn’t remember. Gretel seemed to catch the meaning of his words and gave him a confused look. “What do you mean by lifetimes?”
The monster hunter sighed, trying to figure out the best way to describe it. “I have no memory of my life before the Vatican found me on their steps. I don’t know who I really am or where I came from. But I have… fragments of memories from long ago, even as far back as the first century.”
He watched as Gretel’s eyebrows rose up in further confusion. “So, what? Do you possess eternal life yourself or something?”
He let out a laugh at that. “Considering I’ve aged like a normal mortal and have continued to do so, I would say no. But I have apparently lived in other time periods. In fact, Dracula insisted that I was the one who originally killed him back when he was still a human before the Devil granted new life as a vampire, and that was centuries ago.”
“Then what, is it like reincarnation or something? Is that even real?”
“Typically, I would say no, but I suppose there are ways to be given another chance at life. The Devil did it for Dracula, so perhaps God did it for me. I really couldn’t tell you.”
A smirk crossed her face. “Maybe you’ve done such a good job at fighting evil that God keeps sending you back to do it over and over again.”
He let out a somewhat uneasy laugh, as if the thought of what she said was far too burdensome. “Let’s hope not. I may not remember my past, but one lifetime of fighting evil is more than enough.”
Still smirking, Gretel took a few steps away from him and pulled out her daggers. “Well, come on then, show me what you’ve got.”
He raised an eyebrow at her. “Excuse me?”
She twirled around her daggers. “Spare with me a bit. I want to see how good you really are.”
That brought an amused smile to his face. “As fun as that sounds, I’m supposed to be patrolling, and you have a job to do too.”
An annoyed sound escaped her. “I’m on break, remember, and a little sparing will help me unwind. Just for a minute or two.” She smirked, giving him a challenging look. “Unless you’re afraid I’ll beat you.”
He inclined his head. “So you want to test my skills yourself?”
“I’m curious. We can test each other. My knives against your spinning blades.”
Van Helsing glanced at the weapons in his hands, then at her daggers. “They’re called buzz saws. And you do know that if I activate these that they’ll most likely cut straight through your blades.”
“So don’t activate them,” she said simply, and held up her daggers. “Or use some knives of your own if you have any. I just want to see what you can really do.”
“Hmm,” he muttered with interest. “Well, I haven’t slept for nearly twenty-four hours, after having traveled all day, so I may be a little off my game, but if you insist.”
Quick as lighting, he swiped his buzz saws at Gretel’s daggers, attempting to knock them out of her hands. He surprised her with his sudden attack, but she kept a firm grip on her daggers as her reflexes kicked in, and she retaliated.
She lashed out with her daggers as Van Helsing swung his buzz saws, being sure not to activate them. The blades on their weapons clashed together, sending sparks flying on impact. They made no attempt to actually harm each other, merely to disarm and overpower. Van Helsing advanced on her, and she backed away as their weapons met. She took several steps backwards before dodging beneath one of his swipes while maneuvering around him, then going on the attack.
Now Van Helsing found himself backing away as she came at him. She was fast, even faster than him, her arms practically a blur of movement. She knew that he had superior strength on his side though, and so used her rapid movements to keep him on the defense so he couldn’t use his strength against her.
As she swiped at him, he angled is buzz saws so her blades fell between two of his, then twisted and pulled her arm to the side, away from him. He did the same with her other dagger as she brought it down, keeping her other arm up in the air, and the two of them stared at each other, their weapons in a stalemate.
“You’re very good,” he commented. “And you have amazing reflexes.”
She smirked at him. “You’re not too bad yourself. My brother and I often spare, so it’s nice to face someone new. Just don’t underestimate me.”
She opened her hand, dropping the dagger above them. As it fell free of his buzz saw, she brought her hand down and caught it again before swiping at him. He pulled back, freeing up her other hand as well, and she lunged at him. He twisted out of the way and she stumbled past him, but immediately whirled around and came at him again. She stabbed forward and he caught her blade in his buzz saw, but had to pullback as she slashed at him with her other dagger, and their weapons once again began clanging against each other.
To the untrained eye, it may have looked as if they were actually trying to harm each other, but that wasn’t the case. Their moves were calculated and precise, and any strikes that were made were only done so if they were sure that their opponent could either block or dodge it. This was but a friendly sparing to test each other’s skills, and thus far, both were impressed.
As their weapons exchanged blows, Van Helsing’s greater strength began to overwhelm Gretel’s superior speed. Each time their weapons met and knocked each other back, it took Gretel a moment longer to recover and retaliate, and these movements added up until she was on the defense once more, and she began to lose ground.
As Van Helsing swiped at her, rather than blocking, she took a step back while bending over backwards, using her flexibility to lean back almost ninety degrees, allowing Van Helsing’s buzz saw to pass over her. As she came back up, she raised her daggers over her head and brought them down.
Van Helsing’s other buzz saw came up to block, just as she knew it would, and the lengths of her daggers hooked between the blades of his weapon. He swiped at her with his other buzz saw, no doubt anticipating her to pull her daggers free and pull back to avoid it. Instead, her leg came up, blocking his arm. She then twisted her hands, forcing the buzz saw out of his hand and sending it flying away.
He didn’t miss a beat. His foot shot out, kicking leg out beneath her, and she went down, landing on her back. She got the wind knocked out of her, but immediately somersaulted backwards away from him, kicking herself back up onto her feet when her legs came back down.
She then came at him again. He caught one of her daggers with his buzz saw when she swiped at him, and swung her other dagger at him, intending to use the handle to give him a good bonk on the head. His other hand came up though, grabbing her wrist. He then mimicked her move by twisting the hand holding the buzz saw, pulling the dagger out of her hand.
She then surprised him by gripping his arm and wrapping a leg around him before doing a cartwheel-like move that allowed her to climb up his body and wrap her legs around his neck with his face in her crotch, then somehow rotate her body to take him down. This time it was Van Helsing who had the wind knocked out of him with Gretel sitting on his chest, pinning him down while trapping the arm that held the buzz saw beneath her knee, her dagger pointed at his throat.
“Do you yield?” she asked with a smirk.
Though impressed by her move and dazed from hitting the ground, he recovered quickly, and his free hand came up, grabbing her arm and twisting it so the dagger was no longer pointed at him. He then wrapped his other arm around her waist and flipped them over so he was on top. He continued to hold the arm that held the dagger above her head while pinning her other arm down under his elbow while holding his buzz saw to her throat.
“Do you yield?” he threw back at her, briefly wondering what her brother would think if he found them in this position.
Her legs were now around his waist after he had flipped them over, and, once again showing off her flexibility, she somehow maneuvered underneath him, bringing her legs up beside her head and hooking her leg into the arm holding the buzz saw to her throat. She brought her legs back down, wrapping them tightly around his waist, keeping the arm holding the buzz saw to his side.
Van Helsing tried to pull his arm free, but the strength of her legs wrapped around him was too great. He kept a firm grip on her other wrist though, and she couldn’t pull it free. Instead, she twisted her body, bringing him down with her legs, and they flipped over again with her on top once more. She went to take the dagger from her other hand, but once the weapon exchanged hands, Van Helsing released her wrist and grabbed the hand now holding the dagger. Gretel’s free hand grabbed his fist, trying to pry it open, but he kept a firm grip.
Rather than trying to reverse their positions, Van Helsing forced himself to sit up, then, using his leg muscles alone, rose to his feet with Gretel’s legs still wrapped around his arm and torso as his other hand continued to hold hers, holding the dagger as she tried to pry his fingers open with her free hand.
Walking along with her attached to him, he slammed her against the wall, and Gretel grunted, the impact briefly loosening her legs’ grip around his waist. This allowed him to pull his arm free, though he had to drop his buzz saw so he wouldn’t cut her. His now free hand came up and grabbed her free hand by the wrist, and he pinned both her hands to the wall above her head.
The two stopped fighting as Van Helsing stood with Gretel pressed against the wall, pinning her hands above her head with her legs around his waist as they panted in exertion. If they tried to continue from this point, it might require them to actually hurt each other to get out of this stalemate, and that wasn’t what either of them wanted.
Once her breathing slowed a bit, Gretel flashed him a smile. “You’re really good,” she complimented. “I’ve never known anyone besides my brother who can match me.”
“Likewise,” Van Helsing told her. “Shall we call this a draw?”
“Mmm,” Gretel muttered playfully. “I don’t really do draws. I’m just competitive that way.” Her eyes scanned his face, her smile widening. “You know, you’re rather handsome, Mr. Van Helsing.”
“And you’re a beautiful woman,” he returned the compliment. “But I’m afraid we…”
He trailed off as he caught sight of something in his peripheral vision. A locust had flown over to them and landed on the wall beside them. Van Helsing stared at it, and the insect soon caught Gretel’s attention as well. While seeing a locust wasn’t anything out of the ordinary in a witch’s territory, crawling creatures could very well mean something.
Gretel unlocked her legs from around Van Helsing’s waist and lowered them as he released her hands, and the two began cautiously looking around as he picked up his buzz saws and she retrieved the discarded dagger. But while she was only suspicious of the locust’s presence, Van Helsing was on his guard, sensing some form of evil influence upon the insect.
A buzzing sound was soon heard, getting progressively louder, and Van Helsing’s eyes narrowed as he approached the fence, pinpointing what he was sensing, and also where the growing buzzing sound was coming from.
“What is it?” Gretel asked as she came up beside him.
“Nothing good,” he replied. “You might want to get your brother and troll friend.”
She twirled her daggers around. “If trouble comes, they’ll make their way here on their own. I’m not leaving you here alone if it’s the vampire witch bitch.”
Van Helsing appreciated that as he raised his buzz saws, ready to face whatever monstrosity came. The buzzing sound grew louder, and he could now see several insects flying at the pointed tops of the wall.
Suddenly a large black mass appeared at the top of the wall. It rose up and flowed over it, falling to the ground in a large heap, and both Van Helsing and Gretel took a step back as it looked as if the surface of the mass was moving. A moment later, they realized that the black mass was a gathering of millions of insects all piled up until the mass was taller than both of them.
The mass ross up, and the flying insects gathered together in a swarm on either side of it, as if they were forming arms. At the top of the pile, the insects parted to reveal the grotesque face of the insect witch, who let out a growl at the sight of the two hunters.
“Is that Blair?” Van Helsing asked.
Gretel shook her head. “No, I’ve never seen her before. She must be a member of her coven.”
The insect witch screeched at them before the bugs surrounded her face again, and the flying insects that made up the mass’ arms stretched out on either side of her in challenge.
Van Helsing resisted the urge to sigh as he realized that Blair most likely wouldn’t be the only witch they were going to have to deal with. “Well, we know one thing, this may not be Blair, but this is definitely her making a move.”
With that, he charged forward.

(A/N: Ok, so things got a little interesting between Van Helsing and Gretel. They exchanged a few words and had a little sparring session. I was attempting to create some chemistry between them. Not a romance, but there's nothing wrong with some attraction, as I had Gretel display some in a previous chapter. There will be a reason for that later. But it seems that the insect witch has interrupted them. Let's see how our heroes handle this situation.)
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