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Van Helsing And The Witch Hunters
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(A/N: Alright, it's taken a little while, but we finally get to se Van Helsing in action. I mean, sure, we saw a few of his moves when he fought those vampires and when he spared with Gretel, but now we'll really get to see him go all out. Let's see if he meets her and Hansel's standards of witch hunting.)
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Chapter 7: Insects And Introductions
Van Helsing ran at the mass of insects, and the flying bugs that made up one of the mass’ arms swiped at him. He jumped up, twisting his body around as he avoided the insects, and swiped at it. A stream of insect guts flew about as the blades ground them up, and he began repeatedly striking the mass.
It was a wasted effort though, as the pile of bugs was just that, a pile of bugs; they were merely being controlled by the witch. The swarm of flying insects grouped together and circled around the large mass before slamming into Van Helsing with enough force to send him flying back. He hit the ground, skidding across it, several of the bugs crawling over him, and he began furiously brushing them off, not knowing if the witch had infected them with some kind of disease that could be transmitted through sting or bite.
Gretel let out a cry and charged at the insect mass. Heedless of the crawling creatures, she got right up in front of the mass and began stabbing her daggers into it, trying to reach the witch inside. She didn’t get in more than a few jabs before there was an explosion of insects that knocked her back onto the ground.
A tendril of bugs extended out of the insect mass and coiled around Gretel’s foot. It lifted her into the air and pulled her back over, dangling her upside-down. Gretel shoved away her daze and looked into the mass of insects, just in time for the witch’s face to emerge.
“Witch hunter,” she rasped from her sucker-like mouth.
“Damn right,” Gretel replied, and pulled herself up, using the dagger to slice through the tendril, and she landed beside the pile of bugs.
The witch hissed and loomed over Gretel, but then a gunshot rang out, splattering several insects. The witch turned and saw Van Helsing on his feet again, having swapped out his buzz saws for his guns, and he fired into the mass of insects.
Letting out a vicious snarl, the witch’s face vanished into the mass of insects again, and the large pile of bugs flowed over to Van Helsing. He backed away as it came at him while continuing to fire. The pile of insects rose up like a wave to flow over him. He jumped back and kicked off a wall, leaping over the wave of insects. A tendril flew out of the mass and latched onto the monster hunter, bringing him down. The mass of insects then began creeping up and over his body as Van Helsing rolled over and fired into it.
Gretel was on her feet at this point. Rather than going after the witch, she instead ran over and picked up the torch Van Helsing had dropped earlier when she had first made her presence known to him. She then returned to where the pile of insects was, the crawling mass having already crept up to Van Helsing’s waist.
“Get off him, bug bitch!” she called to the witch.
There was a hiss from within the insect mass, and the swarm of flying insects flew at Gretel. She came to a stop and crouched down, holding the torch out in front of her. The swarm of insects parted just before they would have flowed over her. And once they had departed, Gretel rose to her feet and threw the torch at the mass of insects.
The flaming end of the torch embedded into the mass of insects. There was a shriek from within from the witch. She burst out of it a moment later, and the shape and form of the mass collapsed into a harmless pile of insects that Van Helsing scrambled out of as the flying insects took off. The witch landed a distance away, raising up to her full height as she looked from one hunter to the other.
“You’re the ones who interfered with my mistress’ plans today,” she seethed.
Gretel smirked. “If you’re talking about that golem and those necromanced, it was our pleasure to get rid of them.” She nodded at Van Helsing as he got to his feet. “He took care of the vampires though.”
The witch hissed. “You may have delayed the inevitable, but you will not stop us. Then it will be our pleasure to watch you suffer.”
Van Helsing proceeded to brush insects off himself. “What is your mistress planning? Why send so many to the town? Why send you now? What’s she after?”
A disturbing sound that seemed to be laughter escaped the witch. “You truly have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into, hunter. Everything that has happened is by my mistress’ will.”
“Except for us interfering with whatever she was trying to do today,” Gretel mockingly pointed out.
“A minor setback,” the witch replied. “One I’m here to rectify.”
She bent over, exposing her hum to them. From out of the honeycomb pattern covering it, hornets began emerging. They flew up into the sky, gathering together to form a large buzzing cloud.
Van Helsing silently swore as he realized that she was about to send that whole swarm after him and Gretel. He looked around and spotted a wagon filled with hay, a large tarp draped over it to keep the hay from being blown away and to protect it for when it rained. Realizing it was their only chance, he went for it.
Gretel kept her eyes on the growing swarm, trying to figure out what to do. She may be a top ranked witch hunter, but their weapon stash was back at Renfield’s house, and she only had her daggers and pistols with her, neither of which would be helpful against a swarm of giant hornets.
Letting out a wicked laugh, the witch motioned towards the two hunters. The swarm flew towards them, and Gretel backed away. She heard Van Helsing call her name and turned to him, seeing him running towards her with a large tarp.
She ran towards him as well as the hornets began to settle on her, and she brushed them away, gasping in pain when she felt one sting her. Van Helsing practically tackled her to the ground as he pulled the tarp over both of them. The hornets fell upon it and began stinging. The tarp offered protection from their stingers as more and more settled on top of them, forming a buzzing blanket. There were so many that they could actually feel their weight.
Gretel once again found herself on her back with Van Helsing lying on top of her. Under different circumstances, she wouldn’t have minded being in such a position, but the killer hornets and the evil witch ruined the mood, as did the burning from the sting she had received. Still, she was grateful for the save.
“This gives a new meaning to being tangled in the sheets,” she quipped.
“I think under the covers would be more appropriate in this case,” he commented.
Amongst the buzzing, they could hear the witch approaching, and Van Helsing could sense her presence. “Come out, come out,” she taunted them. “I thought you were supposed to be the hunters.”
Knowing they couldn’t just stay under the tarp indefinitely, Van Helsing gave Gretel a questioning look. “You ready?”
Somehow understanding what he meant, she nodded. “Ready.”
He nodded and rolled off her, turning the tarp over as well to trap the hornets on the other side beneath it. He didn’t get all of them, but the tarp was heavy, and would successfully keep most of the hornets beneath it. He began firing at the witch, and she screeched, jolting backwards with each shot that hit her. She leapt backwards and Van Helsing jumped to his feet and advanced on her, still firing.
The bullets didn’t seem to do much damage, even though they would have killed a normal person, and soon his guns clicked empty. The witch cackled, and suddenly her wand was in her hand, resembling a crooked stick with what seemed to be cockroaches fused to it and wrapped in spider web. She pointed her wand at Van Helsing and declared, “Die!”
There was a flash from her wand that hit Van Helsing in the chest, and the witch let out a victorious screech. Van Helsing looked down at his chest, but then returned his gaze to the witch and shook his head, almost as if he were disappointed in her.
“What’s this?” the witch demanded when nothing happened.
Instead of answering, Van Helsing pulled out his grapple gun. He fired it at the witch and the grapple flew out. It penetrated her torso, bursting out her back, and burying in the town wall. The witch screeched and grasped the cable sticking out of her as Van Helsing pulled it tight. A moment later, he heard Gretel come running up behind him.
“Stand strong,” she told him.
Van Helsing barely registered her words before she jumped up into the air and kicked off his shoulders to gain even more height. She came down at the witch, daggers raised, and stabbed them into her shoulders. The witch cried out and shoved Gretel away, sending her flying backwards into Van Helsing, and they both went down.
With a snarl, the praying mantic arms growing out of the witch’s back lashed out, cutting the cable going through her. She ripped the cable out, then reached up and pulled the daggers out of her shoulders, sending green blood spraying out of her wounds, then rounded on the witch hunters.
Gretel climbed off Van Helsing and got to her feet, pulling out a pistol and pointing it at the witch. She fired, but the witch flicked her wand, and the bullet was deflected. She then pointed her wand at Gretel’s gun, and it glowed red hot in her hand, making Gretel cry out and drop it.
The witch then leapt through the air like a cricket or grasshopper, landing on the pile of insects she had been wrapped in earlier. Nearly all the flying insects were gone, but all the others moved like a single entity, sliding up her body up to her waist and lifting her into the air. She then pointed her wand at the tarp and it flew off all the hornets.
“Kill them!” she declared.
Obeying her command, the hornets took to the air again, and Van Helsing and Gretel found themselves right back to where they started from with all the hornets swarming together. The witch cackled as she was once again swallowed up by the mass of insects, and the hornets flew at the hunters.
There was nothing they could use for cover this time Van Helsing realized, and was at least grateful for his jacket. But then he considered Gretel, who was much more exposed than him. Wishing that the cardinal had better prepared him for this mission, he tore off his jacket and threw it over Gretel, then pulled her down into a crouching as the hornets came at them, shielding her with his body.
A pair of heavy boots came into his line of vision and he looked up, seeing Hansel standing over him and Gretel. He held a strange weapon that looked like some sort of gun with a very wide barrel and an elaborate base. Hansel pointed it up at the swarm of hornets, and a stream of fire erupted from the barrel.
An angry hiss escaped the witch from inside the mass of insects as the newly arrived witch hunter torched the hornets, and the burnt, flaming carcasses of the hornets fell around his sister and Van Helsing.
When he finally finished with the hornets, he glared at the witch in disgust. “Insect witches are fucking nasty.”
Another snarl came from within the mass of insects as it rose up higher with only the witch’s face exposed. Suddenly, a roar caught the witch’s attention, and she turned just in time to see Edward charging at her. He plowed into the mass of insects, bursting out the other side, and he slammed the witch into the town wall and roared in her face.
The witch hissed back as she struggled in his grip. “You are a disgrace to your kind! Trolls serve witches!”
Edward slammed her against the wall harder. “I serve another.”
“Then you will die!”
She flicked her wand and a nearby rope sprang to life. It flew at Edward, coiling around his neck. The troll let out a pained grunt as his air supply was cut off and the rope pulled him back, and he released the witch, stumbling away from her.
“Hold on, big guy,” Hansel told him as he hurried over and raised the flame gun at the witch.
She waved her wand again, and a log from a log pile flew through the air and slammed into the flame gun. Hansel swore and pulled the trigger, but only a small burst of fire emitted from the weapon.
Laughing, the witch began waving around her wand. More logs flew through the air and began crashing into Hansel. But Edward was quickly on her again, pinning her to the wall. He grabbed the hand holding the wand and began slamming it against the wall until she dropped it, then tossed her away. His hands went to his throat as the rope continued to tighten, and he collapsed.
Gretel instantly came to his side and began cutting the rope from around his neck, and Edward took a big breath of air once the rope was removed. Van Helsing was in the process of reloading his gun as he came to Hansel’s side.
“Interesting weapon,” he commented as he looked around for where the witch had scurried off to after Edward had thrown her.
Hansel was in the process of trying to see the damage the log’s impact had done. “Well, it’s pretty useful against witches. You know how them and fire don’t mix.”
“Can you get it working again?”
Hansel pulled the trigger a few times, but only a few more puffs of fire escaped the barrel. “In time. Definitely not right now though. That damn log busted it. And it’s not even a year old yet.”
Van Helsing had a feeling that would be the case; nothing could ever be easy. He finished reloaded his gun though and held it up, his eyes scanning the area for the witch. He could sense her evil nearby, but that only gave him a vague, general idea of her location, not an exact spot.
A movement in the shadows caught his eye, and he fired at the spot nearby, not wanting to hit the actual moving object in case it wasn’t the witch. It turned out it was, because she came leaping out of the darkness. She let out a hiss at him and then shot a spider web out of her spinneret. It attached to the town wall, and she was pulled towards it, latching onto the wall with the spider legs growing out of her back and facing the hunters.
Van Helsing fired at her, but she crept along the wall, avoiding the shots before using her spider legs to spring herself over to the hunters. She landed in front of Van Helsing and grabbed him by the jacket, tossing him away, then rounded on Hansel. There were disturbing cracking sounds as the joints in her spider legs popped as they shifted so the legs now faced forward.
“Shit,” Hansel muttered as he realized what was about to happen.
The witch snarled as she stabbed at him with her spider legs, trying to impale him. Hansel danced back as she stabbed at him. He got fed up with his flame gun and tossed it aside, pulling out his custom-made shotgun. He pointed it at her, but she reached out with her long arm and grabbed the gun, pushing it away from her.
A stream of water, or what Hansel hoped was water, shot out of the witch’s sucker-like mouth and sprayed him for several seconds before the flow stopped. The water was apparently filled with leeches, and they clung to the witch hunter.
“Fucking nasty,” he seethed.
Still holding onto the barrel of his shotgun, the witch towered over him. One of her legs shot out to stab him, but Gretel suddenly appeared in front of her. She brought up her daggers on an X formation, catching the witch’s stabbing spider leg. She swiped her daggers outward, slicing off the end of the witch’s spider leg.
The witch cried out, releasing Hansel’s shotgun and backing away as green blood oozed from the end of her severed limb. Hansel pointed his shotgun at her again and fired, blasting the witch off her feet and knocking her back. She landed on her back, and as the witch hunting siblings advanced on her, the joints in her spider legs shifted again, and she used them to crawl away and leap up onto a house, clinging to it.
More gunfire rang out, and the witch turned to Van Helsing as he fired at her. Using her spider legs, she leapt off the house, landing in front of the monster hunter. She backhanded him, and Van Helsing was knocked several feet through the air, landing on his side. The witch snarled again and bent over, and more hornets began emerging from her hump.
“Van Helsing!” Gretel called to him.
She had her brother’s flame gun in her hands. She detached the fuel canister and threw it at the witch. Realizing her plan, Van Helsing took aim with his gun and fired. The bullet hit the gas canister and it exploded, the blast going off against the witch, blowing her off her feet.
She screeched loudly as she caught fire, and the flames spread quickly, completely covering her in seconds. Her cries echoed through the town as she burned, and she charged past Van Helsing, rushing over to a large water trough for animals to drink from. She collapsed onto it and turned it over, the water spilling over her and extinguishing the flames.
As the witch lay there panting, the sound of a gun being cocked drew her attention, and she looked up, burned and still smoking, to see Hansel standing over her, pointing his shotgun at her as he plucked leeches off himself. “What’s up, bug bitch?”
The witch snarled at him, and one of the praying mantis appendages stretched out and circled around her to slash at him. Before she could, a shot rang out, and a hole appeared in her scythe-like limb, fired upon her by Van Helsing, and she retracted it. Before she could make another move, Hansel stepped forward and jammed the end of his shotgun into her sucker-like mouth.
“How’s that taste?” he asked, forcing her head up. “So, we have a few questions for you about your mistress and her hellspawn. Feel like cooperating?”
“Fuc’ ‘ou!” she snarled around the barrel of the shotgun.
He shoved the barrel of the shotgun even deeper into her mouth as he gave her a look of warning. “It’s your choice, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. You want to talk, or deepthroat my gun as I blow my load down your throat?”
She glared at him. “I’ll ‘ie firs’.”
He cocked his head to the side in acceptance. “Fair enough.”
He fired, and the witch’s head completely blew apart. Her headless corpse fell over and went still as Hansel raised the barrel of his shotgun to his mouth and blew on it.
“Damn it, Hansel!” Gretel snapped as she made her way over to him. “Why’d you do that? We could have interrogated her.”
He scoffed at that as he continued to peel leeches off himself. “Please. We both know she wasn’t going to talk. I could barely understand what the hell she was saying before I shoved my gun down her throat anyway. And with the way she could produce those wasps in her… nest-hump, she would just be a nuisance. Speaking of which.”
He noted a few hornets crawling out of the witch’s hump. Picking up a piece of burning debris, he dropped it onto the witch’s body, and it began to burn again.
Still looking annoyed, Gretel came up beside her brother as she watched the witch’s body burn. “We could have figured out something to do about the hornets and beaten the answers out of her. We’ve interrogated others plenty of times.”
Van Helsing came over and joined them. “I’m inclined to agree with your brother. She wouldn’t have talked no matter what we did, or she would have fed us a bunch of lies and false leads we can’t afford to waste time following. We’re talking about the coming of the Antichrist. She couldn’t risk giving up any information that would allow us to stop that, no matter how much you tortured her; the consequences she would face would be far greater than anything we could do to her.”
Scowling, Gretel reluctantly admitted that he had a point. “I guess you’re right. Damn it. Still, I wouldn’t have minded smacking her around a bit.” She spat on the witch’s burning body. “Child murdering bitch.”
That’s when Van Helsing realized that someone was missing. “Where’s your troll friend?”
Gretel glanced at him. “Edward? He’s ok. Just unconscious.” She motioned over to where he lay. “I got the rope off before it strangled him or broke his neck, just not before he passed out.”
“At least he’s alive,” said Van Helsing. “Though I don’t think we’ll be able to carry him inside.”
Hansel just waved this off. “Ah, he’ll be fine there. Just let him sleep it off.”
“We’re not leaving him there to ‘sleep it off’,” Gretel scolded. She glanced at the tipped over water trough and sighed. “I’m going to get some water to try and wake him up.” She nodded at the burning corpse and addressed her brother. “You clean this up.”
“The hell with that,” Hansel replied as he retrieved his flame gun and began examining it. “The only thing I’m cleaning up is myself. I need a bath after that fight. Let the townsfolk clean this up. We already took out one witch, that’s all we were hired for. If we’re going to kill more, then they can tidy up when they wake up.”
Van Helsing’s eyes went to the different houses. He saw that their fight had indeed waken up the residents in the area, and they were watching warily from their windows.
“I think they already have,” he commented. He then glanced at Hansel’s flame gun as the witch hunter examined it. “Here, give it to me, I’ll have Carl take a look at it, see if he can fix it; he’s good with such things.”
Hansel scoffed, but handed the weapon over to him. “If you think your friar can handle it.”
Van Helsing chuckled as he accepted the flame gun. “You’d be surprised how competent he is. I need to get more ammunition anyway. I doubt we’ll face another attack tonight, but you never know; I hadn’t even expected this one.”
Gretel sighed. “I’ll join you in a bit, after I get Edward up. I need to get back to that damn book.”
Van Helsing flashed her a sympathetic smile. “I’ll see you there.”
Retrieving his discarded weapons, he made his way back to Renfield’s house and headed upstairs. He found the historian asleep in a chair, the Necronomicon sitting on the table beside the notes he had taken. In the next room, Ben was asleep as well, having passed out over the table covered in different maps of the forest.
Carl, however, was still awake and hard at work at a chemistry set he had arranged. This didn’t surprise Van Helsing; Carl would often get heavily invested with his work. The poor guy must be exhausted, Van Helsing certainly was, yet he was still hard at work.
Smiling, Van Helsing shook his head as he entered the room. “How’s it going, Carl?”
The friar cried out and whirled around, clutching his chest. “My God, don’t do that. You’ll give a man a heart attack.”
The monster hunter gave him an amused look. “You helped face down Dracula, his brides, his children, and his turned victims; I think you’ll survive being startled.”
Lifting up the magnifying glass that was attached to his headpiece, Carl gave him a look of disapproval. “I was not working with unstable chemicals during those times.”
He motioned to his chemistry set, at which he was definitely in the process of making something. It wasn’t exactly Van Helsing’s area of expertise, but he trusted that the friar knew what he was doing, at least most of the time.
“So how’s it going?” he asked, walking over to look at all the chemicals.
Carl wobbled his head. “Well, it’s an ongoing process, but I think I might really be able to cure Hansel’s sugar sickness, though it will still take some time.”
Pleased to hear this, Van Helsing nodded and pressed the flame gun into the friar’s hands. “Good. Then when you get a minute, see if you can fix this.”
Carl looked down at the weapon, then back at the monster hunter in confusion. “What’s this?”
“A useful weapon of our comrades. It was broken just now when we were fighting an insect witch that entered the town.”
Carl’s eyebrows rose. “Is that what all that commotion was all about?”
The monster hunter nodded. “We got her, but that weapon saved our lives. It’ll be quite useful to have, so I told our friends you’d take a look at it.”
Appearing frustrated, Carl set the flame gun down. “I’m already trying to work on this cure and trying to find Blair’s lair. I’m only one man.”
Smiling, Van Helsing motioned to the sleeping Ben. “Yeah, but you have a helper.”
Carl let out a small laugh. “Him? The poor boy fell asleep about an hour ago. I mean, don’t get me wrong, he’s brilliant, definitely knows his witch stuff, but he can’t keep up.”
Turning back to him, Van Helsing clapped the friar on his shoulder. “Then it’s a good thing you’re so good at doing what you do, isn’t it? I should take you on assignments more often.”
He walked past Carl, who gave a humorless laugh. “That’s real funny. You’re such a kidder.” When he got no response as Van Helsing left the room, the fake smile he had fell from his face. “You were kidding, right? Right!?”
Van Helsing chose not to answer, unable to resist teasing his friend as he made his way into his own room to grab some more ammunition and a few more weapons. There was no telling what Blair would try next, and he wanted to be prepared for anything.
“Van Helsing…” a voice suddenly hissed out.
The monster hunter paused at the sound of his name. He had already been on high alert, but at the whisper of his name, he began slowly glancing around the room, his hand slowly making its way to the gun at his belt.
“Van Helsing…”
The voice was louder this time, clearer, closer. And Van Helsing detected a presence. An evil presence. Quite possibly the most evil one he had felt since he was last in the presence of Dracula. It didn’t take much for him to realize who he was sensing, though he did wander how they got here undetected.
“Van Helsing!”
He caught sight of something unnatural out of the corner of his eye. In one fluid motion, he turned, raising his gun, and fired. His bullet hit what was there, only it was completely ineffective. There was nothing solid present, only a shadowy figure made of vapor and smoke, and the bullet passed right through it.
A smile grazed the smoky face of Blair. “So sorry,” she told him mockingly, “but you can’t harm what’s not actually here.”
Van Helsing took in her body of shadow and vapor and slowly lowered his gun. “Astroprojection.”
“Indeed. I’m not surprised you recognized such magic. You are the greatest monster hunter to ever live.”
He looked her up and down, sizing the witch up, and knowing there was much more to her than meets the eye. “So I’ve been told. It’s Blair, isn’t it?”
She waved her hand dismissively, the motion leaving a trail of vapor. “That is a name I go by, yes. But I am ancient in years and have gone by many names. You have too, not that you remember.”
Van Helsing raised an eyebrow, but didn’t let her distract him. “I’ve faced witches before, even a grand witch.”
Blair’s eyes narrowed. “Yes, Hecate, perhaps the greatest of grand witches. I was quite upset about her death. But trust me when I say that you’ve never faced anything like me before.”
“Yes,” the monster hunter reluctantly agreed, “the grand high witch is certainly a new one for me. And a vampire at that. And you’re carrying the Antichrist.”
She let out a taunting chuckle and made a show of clapping her hands. “Well done, you know all about me. But I suppose that makes us even since I know all about you too, Van Helsing. Or should I call you Gabriel?”
A strange feeling of familiarity ran through the monster hunter. It was the same one he had gotten when Dracula had first called him by that. “How do you know that name?”
Blair’s grin widened. “I just told you, I know all about you, Gabriel. Or do you prefer Abraham? Abraham Van Helsing? That’s the name the Vatican gave you when they took you in after you showed up on their doorstep with no memories of who you were.”
He didn’t answer. Not so much because he was surprised, but more because his mind was reeling. The only other person who had even implied to know of his past was Dracula, and Van Helsing had never managed to find out what the vampire king knew or how he knew it.
Dracula had offered to tell him of his past, but Van Helsing had opted to kill the evil creature instead. Not that he’d had much of a choice since he was under the curse of the werewolf at the time, though he had managed to hold onto enough of his own reasoning to resist Dracula’s compulsion in order to defeat him.
An amused chuckle escaped Blair. “To answer your question, divination is a specialty of him. The past and the future are mine to see. I know exactly who and what you are, beyond the Vatican’s secret Order’s top soldier that is.”
Van Helsing watched her warily. Though he knew that she couldn’t harm him while she was in astral projection form, nor he her, he still didn’t trust her. Was she simply here to size him up? Was this a distraction? Or did she want something from him?
“And just what do you know?” he asked suspiciously.
His question just seemed to amuse her further as she floated around him and he circled her. “How very tragic. You actually have all the answers to your questions, but you can’t put the pieces together to see the whole picture.”
“And that would be?”
She considered him for a few moments before smiling and shaking her head. “No, I don’t think I’ll tell you just yet. Perhaps I’ll tell you once my child’s reign begins, once you realize that you’ve failed the world.”
“That’ll never happen,” he insisted adamantly. “I’ll stop you before it does.”
She let out a laugh. “Such ignorant, wishful thinking. You can’t stop this. I’ve invested too much time and energy into seeing to the Antichrist’s coming. This is a prophecy thousands of years in the making, and you won’t stop it.” Her grin widened. “Which will just make my victory all the sweeter. It may be your job to fight evil, but you have no idea just how much it is your job. You could even say it’s your very purpose as the Left Hand of God.”
Van Helsing paused at that. Dracula had called him that as well, and had even claimed that he had been the one who had originally killed him 400 years ago before he became a vampire. What more, Carl had even uncovered that Dracula was first killed when he was human by the Left Hand of God, back when he was still known as Vlad the Impaler, having killed tens of thousands of men, women, and children, quite literally creating a whole forest of impaled bodies, before he was killed himself.
And now Blair was making the same claim. This had to mean something.
But now was not the time to unravel his mysterious past. Saving the world was what was important. He could get answers about his past later. And if he didn’t, well, he had been doing fine not knowing so far. Right now though, there was another question he needed an answer to.
“And how do you plan on unleashing the Antichrist?” he inquired. “You may be a witch, but you’re still a vampire. Vampires are the walking dead. With the exception of damphirs when breeding with a human, all their children are born dead. You can’t exactly bring forth the apocalypse if the Antichrist is dead, or should I say never alive to begin with.”
Blair’s long, pointy, black tongue snaked out and licked her lips as she drummed her fingers together in anticipation. “So naïve. You think Dr. Frankenstein was the only one to discover a way to bring something to life? I won’t ruin the surprise, but I can assure you that my child will live, you can be certain of that. And then this world shall fall into darkness, just as it’s been preordained.”
Van Helsing had heard enough, and reached into his jacket for his insurance policy. “Not if I have anything to say about it.”
He pulled out a large crucifix and shoved it into the ghostly form of the witch. Blair let out a banshee-like screech that caused the glass on the windows to shatter, and her misty form faded away without a trace.
Van Helsing lowered his arm and stuffed the crucifix back into his jacket. So that had been Blair. Now he had seen his enemy. She didn’t seem all that different from other witches he’d faced, but he knew, perhaps better than anyone, that appearances could be deceiving. Dracula had certainly proven that to be true, and even he was a fine example of it. A vampire and witch, a grand high witch, was already something beyond anything he’d faced, but if she managed to birth the Antichrist… He didn’t even want to think about it.

(A/N: Well, that was a lot. They managed to put down one of Blair's witches, and Van Helsing got to meet Blair herself. Quite the interaction. It seems she has answers on who Van Helsing was in the past. Quite the interesting predicament. What's going to happen next? Will they find a way to stop the Antichrists' coming? Will Van Helsing final get some answers about his past? Stay tuned to find out.)
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Van Helsing And The Witch Hunters	By : moviefan Category: -Movies Misc > Crossovers Views: 350 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Van Helsing And The Witch Hunters