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Van Helsing And The Witch Hunters
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(A/N: Ok, this chapter surprised me a bit. Mostly because I didn't really have it planned when I, well, planned out this story. But you know what they say, sometimes stories write themselves, and I can definitely assure you that that's true. So let's get to it.)
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Chapter 8: Morning Talks
Blair was seething. Things were not going as planned. Not only had her mummies, zombies, and golem been destroyed, but so had the swarm of vampires she had accumulated over time from her victims that she had summoned.
But all those had been disposable tools. It had been frustrating to lose them, even more so because they had failed in the job she had sent them for, but what she was most furious about was the loss of another sister. Shortly after Van Helsing had banished her astral projection with that cross, she had discovered the death of her fellow witch, and she and the other two witches were livid over it.
Witches did not feel things like love. They had left such emotions behind when they gave themselves over to the darkness. However, they did feel, not quite affection, but a certain fondness for each other, and they at least cared enough to be angry when one of their own was killed; sometimes anyway.
“They will pay,” she seethed furiously. “They will pay in blood. Once my child rises, I’ll make sure they suffer. For every sister these witch hunters have slain, I’ll make them suffer tenfold. And the same shall go for Van Helsing.”
Her two companions looked up at her as she paced upside-down on the ceiling. “What shall we do now?” the wood witch asked. “Two of our attempts failed, and we’ve even lost one of our own to the hunters.”
“We can’t proceed forward,” the water witch unnecessarily reminded the vampire-witch, spewing water as she spoke. “And these hunters are not making things easier. Perhaps it would have been best to kill the siblings when the opportunity presented itself. Now with Van Helsing by their side, things will be even more complicated.”
A flash of anger towards the water witch ran through Blair as it sounded as if she was criticizing her decisions. But then her anger turned to amusement as the futility of the hunters’ situation came back to her, along with how naïve and ignorant the hunters were about everything and that they had no idea of what was coming.
Dropping down from the ceiling, Blair twisted around and landed on her feet. “It does not matter what the hunters do, they can’t stop the coming of the Antichrist. Our initial plan may have failed, but all they can do is delay the inevitable. Besides, there is no time limit to accomplish our goals. And if it comes to it, we can always resort to the backup plan. They’ll never see it coming.”
“But what if they do?” the wood witch asked. “Perhaps it would be best to just kill them now.”
“You’re welcome to try,” Blair told her. “But think of all the sisters lost to these hunters. Not just sisters, but all the creatures of darkness that have fallen to Van Helsing. He was the one who eliminated Dracula, who was meant to pave the road for my child with his own children. I want them all to suffer for what they’ve done. I want them to know that they failed before they die, and to know that they’ve left the people of this world to our mercy. Do you not want to see them suffer so?”
The wood witch bared her rotten teeth. “I crave it.”
A guttural chuckle escaped Blair. “That is why they yet live, to witness our moment of triumph. However,” she looked out the window, “we can’t allow the death of a sister go by unpunished. We’ve suffered a loss, so now they shall suffer a loss.” She grinned broadly. “But why simply take a life? People die every day. So let’s go for a spiritual loss instead. I think them feeling the loss of a soul as it falls from grace will be much more impactful.”
The water witch cocked her head to the side curiously. “What do you mean?”
Blair turned back to her. “I mean, since they took a sister from us, it’s only right that we get a new one.” She walked over to a table where a large black crystal ball rested, and as she approached it, clouds began to appear in it. “I see an opportunity in the making. If offered the right incentive, I think there is one who may be willing to embrace the darkness. What do you think? Does a new sister sound appealing?”
The other two witches approached the crystal ball as Blair’s hand hovered over it, and an image appeared in it, making them both grinned.
“A new sister sounds perfect,” the wood witch agreed. “Losing someone to the darkness will lay heavy on the hunters’ conscience.”
“And it will be far more delicious since they will be the reason for the downfall,” the water witch added. “Perhaps this can even be turned into an opportunity to accomplish our goal on top of revenge.”
Blair chuckled. “Patience, sisters, patience. We may have faced delays, but victory will be ours in the end. And it will be all the sweeter after having taken our time to strike. We shall let them have this day, but when night comes again, we’ll make our move. Then they will see. They’ll see that the darkness can snatch one from the light right underneath their noses.”
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With the dawn of morning, Van Helsing and Hansel called it quits on patrol duty. Edward, who had woken from unconsciousness hours ago, volunteered to keep watch since he needed less sleep than the others.
Even though the sun was up, albeit hidden behind clouds, it was still not considered as safe in a witch’s territory. But since a witch’s power was reduced during the day, as was a vampire’s, and both applied to Blair, it was during this time that the hunters decided to get some sleep and rest up.
The same applied to Carl, who had practically fallen asleep standing up. Van Helsing had to quite literally drag him away from his chemistry set, insisting that Ben and Renfield, who had managed to get a few hours last night after having fallen asleep before Gretel woke him up to continue with the Necronomicon, would be able to keep watch over Carl’s experiment so nothing would go wrong.
The two of them had been assigned their own room since the amount of space Renfield had in his home was limited, but neither minded sharing as they settled in to get some sleep while the sun was out. This was, in fact, Renfield’s own room, since his two guest rooms were occupied by the witch hunting siblings in one and Ben and Edward in the other; Renfield had volunteered to sleep on the couch downstairs after insisting that the monster hunter and the friar take his room.
Despite having nearly fallen asleep while standing up, Carl was still in a rather talkative mood. Van Helsing had told the friar about his visit from Blair in astral projection form the previous night, along with the topic of their conversation. He hadn’t gone into much detail since he had been quick to return to patrol duty afterwards, but now Carl seemed eager to talk about it.
“Do you think she really knows?” he asked the monster hunter curiously. “I mean, it makes sense that Dracula knew since the two of you somehow had some kind of history together, but how would she know of your past?”
Van Helsing sighed as he stared up at the ceiling, having thought about this himself while patrolling. “Because she’s the Devil’s consort. Because she’s the grand high witch. Because she’s so old. Because she’s very skilled in divination. There’s many ways. I really couldn’t say, but she does seem to know. She even called me that name, Gabriel.”
Carl’s brow furrowed in thought as he laid on the floor beside the bed, having turned it over to face Van Helsing. “Yes, what’s up with that? Dracula called you that too, didn’t he? But it was the Vatican that named you Abraham. Do you suppose Gabriel was your name before you lost your memory?”
Van Helsing had considered this himself. The name was definitely familiar to him, as if it was a missing part of him. He had felt that when Dracula had called him that, which had thrown him off at the time. It very well may have been his name in the past. “Possibly. I’d say it’s very likely.”
“Huh,” Carl muttered. “Do you think she knows how you lost your memory?”
A sigh escaped the monster hunter. As much as he enjoyed the friar’s company, he was exhausted and just wished he would stop talking so they could get some sleep. But as tired as he knew Carl must also be, he knew that the friar’s inquisitive mind was just far too active.
“I don’t know, maybe,” he told him. “Once we stop the Antichrist’s coming, we can find out what she knows. For now though, let’s get some sleep so we’ll be fresh for tonight.”
To emphasize his point, he took his hat and placed it over his face to let Carl know that he was done talking, but the friar didn’t see from down on the floor, and likely wouldn’t even have taken the hint if he had. “I just hope she doesn’t send whatever monster is in the forest after us next. Any idea of what it is?”
“Could be anything,” came Van Helsing’s slightly muffled voice from beneath his hat. “There’s lots of different monsters in the world. She’ll probably keep it as a guard rather than send it after us though. That is, if she has any control over it. But we have enough on our hands already, we shouldn’t worry about it until we need to. If that time comes, we’ll deal with it then. Now, good night, Carl.”
When he got no response, he thought that Carl had finally decided to go to sleep. But just as he was beginning to drift off, the friar spoke again.
“By the way, that flame gun you gave me to repair is a fascinating device. I’m certain I can replicate it when we get back to Rome, possibly even make it better. I’m sure it will be useful for future missions, and not just for witches.”
For a few moments, Van Helsing considered not answering and just pretending to be asleep, but in the end, he grumbled, “Sounds good. I’ll look forward to that.”
A smile then crossed Carl’s face as he looked proud of himself. “I’m also making good progress on that cure for Hansel. I feel pretty good with it. Unfortunately, I’m not making any progress with finding Blair’s lair. The way the forest changes just makes it impossible to tell where anything is. And that’s considering it’s been mapped out properly. Personally, I don’t know how anyone has managed to map it out at all since it keeps changing, so I’m not even sure of the accuracy. But from what I have seen, Ben and the twins are right; there is no pattern. The changes the forest undergoes is completely random. At this rate–”
Reaching up, Van Helsing removed his hat from his face and looked down at the friar. “Carl! We traveled all day yesterday, and then I patrolled all night, and fought a witch. I need to get some sleep, and I know you do too, so can you please be quiet.”
Carl blinked, then a bashful look appeared over his face. “Oh… right… Yes, I’m rather tired myself.”
“You were asleep on your feet when I found you.”
“No,” Carl hurriedly objected. “I was just zoning out a bit because I was deep in thought.”
Van Helsing resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He had been asleep on his feet, and Carl knew it. “Well now is the time to actually sleep so you’ll be awake and focused for tonight. So, once again, good night, Carl.”
Without waiting for a reply, he placed his hat back over his face and shut his eyes. Beside him, Carl gave a small nod.
“Yes, well then, good night,” he replied as he pulled the blanket up to his chin. “Or good morning really, since the sun is up. We can discuss things more later.”
“Sounds good,” Van Helsing replied, trying to keep the irritation out of his voice.
A few moments of blissful silence passed, and Van Helsing was about to drop off when…
“Do you think Gretel found anything useful in the Necronomicon yet?”
“Carl!”
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While Van Helsing and Carl were settling in, Hansel and Gretel were doing the same. They had their own room, separate from Ben and Edward. Both were looking forward to getting some sleep, Gretel especially after the night she had.
After spending several hours with her nose in the Necronomicon, she had to fight a witch before getting back to the Book of the Dead for the remainder of the night. And although the symptoms of reading it had lessened after she had stopped reading and freshened up, she still had a painful migraine; it felt like someone was trying to crack her head open with an ice pick.
Unfortunately, she and her brother had things to discuss. So after getting cleaned up and settling down, they had begun to talk about the events of last night, along with everything that had happened just prior to Van Helsing and Carl’s arrival in town. Things had escalated quickly over the past twenty-four hours, and the situation seemed to be even worse than they thought, as if the coming of the Antichrist wasn’t bad enough.
“So we’ve got multiple witches, not just Blair,” Hansel grumbled as he laid there with his arms crossed. “How many do you think there are?”
Next to him, Gretel sighed as she lay with her hands behind her head and ice pack resting on her forehead. “I don’t know. She’s the grand high witch who’s carrying the Antichrist, so she could have an entire coven at her disposal. Hopefully, it was just the one though.”
“I can’t believe that bitch puked leech infested water on me.”
Gretel couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “We’ve had worse.”
“Doesn’t mean I had to like it.”
“Our job is never fun.”
“Eh, that’s debatable. I find it very satisfying sending these freaks on a one-way trip to Hell.”
Gretel could agree with that. “Yeah, that does make it all worthwhile. And knowing there’s one less child-killing she-demon out there always puts a smile on my face.”
“And Blair is going to be our crown achievement, right next to Muriel. You know, we should demand hazard pay since we’re stopping the apocalypse.”
Gretel scoffed. “Come on, the town is poor enough as it is; it’s why the people can’t really leave. Besides, you and I both know that we’d do what we do for free if we could afford to.”
Her brother sighed. “Yeah. It’d be nice if we could have someone funding us the way the Vatican does Van Helsing.”
She glanced at him. “Speaking of which, I see the two of you worked out your differences.”
“What differences?”
She nudged him. “Please, you practically began butting heads with him when he first got here. Not like someone stepping on your turf?”
“More like I wanted to make sure we wouldn’t have to split our pay with anyone else.”
Gretel rolled her eyes. “You didn’t need to get into a dick swinging contest with him for that.”
An amused smirk crept up her brother’s face. “I think you’re the one more interested in his swinging dick.”
Gretel immediately diverted her eyes, a tinge of pink coloring her cheeks. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Hansel shifted onto his side, resting his head on his hand as he looked down at her. “Bull. I saw the way you looked at him. I know you find him attractive.”
Removing the ice pack, she cut her eyes at him. “So what? It’s not like that’s a crime. He’s an attractive man. Besides, it’s been a while for me.”
Her brother made a face at that and turned onto his back again. “I did not need to know that.”
She scoffed. “What, and you think I like knowing about your sex life?”
“I don’t tell you about my sex life.”
“No, but it’s easy enough to figure out. You think I can’t tell which girls you screw based on the way they act around you before and afterwards. I’m actually surprised you manage to bed any of them with how shy and awkward you become whenever one shows an interest in you.”
Hansel held up his hands, having regretted trying to tease her. “Ok, can we stop talking about each other’s sex life. That’s one thing twins shouldn’t share.”
She gave a light shrug as she settled back down and placed the ice pack back on her head. “You brought it up.”
He held up a finger. “No, I simply pointed out that I noticed that you found our mutual friend attractive. You’re the one who got into detail of how long it’s been since you’ve had a good screwing.”
“Not what I said, and can we please stop talking. It already feels like someone is banging the inside of my head with a hammer. I don’t need you giving me shit on top of that. If you want to talk strategy, I’ll bear with it, but let’s leave my attraction to the monster hunter next door out of the conversation.”
Hansel held up his hands again. “Fine, fine, happy to. Just do me a favor, if you have to have him scratch your itch, do it away from me.”
“I always do, and I’m grateful when you extended the same courtesy. Continue to do so, and so will I.”
They were both quiet for several moments, then Hansel spoke up again. “You know, it’s going to break Ben’s heart.”
A frustrated groan escaped Gretel. “While I’m sure he’ll live if he finds out, I don’t plan on telling him who I sleep with, nor is it any of his business. He’s like a little brother to me, you know that.”
“A little brother with a big crush,” Hansel replied seriously. He gave her a pointed look. “Don’t you think it’s time you finally make it clear where he stands known to him.”
A deep sigh escaped Gretel, and she tore the ice pack from her head. “But that’s just the problem, I do care about him. I may not have feelings for him, but you’re basically asking me to stomp all over his heart. I don’t want to hurt him like that.”
A regretful look crossed Hansel’s face. “I know, sis, I care about him too. But isn’t it even more cruel to string him along like this and let him keep hoping?”
Damn it, she hated how right he was. When they had first met Ben, he was a wide-eyed admirer of the two of them. After he had joined them and become their apprentice, it had become apparent that he was harboring a pretty big crush on Gretel. She’d found it amusing and flattering, but not something she had taken seriously. And with him traveling with them, she had thought that he would get over his crush and begin to see her as the big sister figure the way she and Hansel viewed him like a little brother.
Only he hadn’t. During their two years traveling and witch hunting together, he had continued to harbor his crush. Gretel had never addressed it since he never made a move, so she kept hoping that his feelings would just go away when she never showed an interest in him, this way she could avoid any awkwardness and potential heartbreak that might come, but it looked like she wasn’t going to get off that easy.
Maybe when all this Antichrist stuff was over with, she should finally have that long overdue talk with him. Her brother was right, allowing Ben to keep pining away for something that was never going to happen was cruel.
She let out another frustrated groan as she placed the ice pack back over her head, letting it cover her eyes. “Love fucking sucks.”
Hansel let out a humorless laugh. “You’re telling me. It’s just not in the cards for people like us.”
She heard the traces of regret in his voice and shifted her head so the ice pack uncovered her eyes slightly. Just as she suspected, the regret she heard in his voice was present on his face, and she knew he was thinking about Mina.
Although there were those who viewed them as nuisances, more people thought of witch hunters as heroes. This drew in a series of admirers who found them to be rather desirable. While Gretel knew her brother was far from a womanizer, he wasn’t one to turn down an attractive woman who made her desires for him known, even if he was prone to getting flustered by their attentions. Likewise, Gretel wasn’t one to say no to any of her male admirers who she also found attractive. They both had needs after all.
Of course, carnal activities the two of them participated in were just that, purely physical acts soon to be forgotten once the deed was done. The closest Gretel had actually seen her brother get to a woman was with Mina, who was, ironically, a white witch, just like their mother, despite the short time they had known her. As she mentioned, she could tell that Mina and her brother had slept together, but she could also see that there was something different this time. He had begun to develop actual feelings for her, feelings that she was reciprocating.
Unfortunately, Mina had been killed in the final battle with Muriel, which just proved the point that people in their positions couldn’t afford to form attachments, as it would put those they cared for at risk. It was bad enough that the two of them, as brother and sister, had attachment towards each other, but, fortunately, they could both take care of themselves. Any additional attachments would either have to wait until they retired, or had to be with hunters like them; it was too dangerous for their loved ones otherwise.
It was for this reason that Gretel never formed any romantic attachments outside of a night or two in the bedroom, and why Hansel hadn’t either, not since before Mina or after her, and the death of the white witch was a prime reason why. And while Gretel hadn’t really gotten the chance to get to know Mina, her brother had obviously been pretty attached to her, and would sometimes get lost in his thoughts of her.
Letting out a sigh, she patted his arm before giving it a sympathetic squeeze. “It’s a tough job we do, but someone’s got to do it. And we’re damn good at it. So is Van Helsing. You didn’t come until later, so you didn’t see him in actions as much as I did, but he’s good. I’m sure with his help that we’ll be able to stop Blair.”
Hansel let out a laugh, a genuine one this time. “We could do that without his help. But yeah, I guess it’ll be good to have a pro like him by our side. He and I exchanged some stories while we were patrolling, and I admit, his resume is damn impressive. And he was being humble in his telling of them too.”
Gretel smiled at that. “So that’s how he earned your respect. Hearing his stories from his mouth is different from hearing them passed around by others.”
“He’s a good man,” Hansel reluctantly admitted. “But he seems… haunted. Like he regrets his job, but does it anyway out of necessity, because he’s good at it, and it’s something he has to do. Not like us, we do it for the satisfaction, but I don’t think he likes it. He’s glad to help people and rid the world of evil, but he doesn’t enjoy it the way we do.”
Gretel shifted in the bed, turning onto her side while holding the ice pack to her head. “It is a different field than ours. We hunt witches. Those women sell their souls to the Devil in exchange for power and embrace the darkness. They get off on causing suffering and misery. But Van Helsing hunts all creatures of the darkness. There are those who are innocent victims that have simply fallen prey to the darkness and become consumed by it. Like that woman’s son who Blair turned into a vampire. He didn’t want to become that, but he still needed to be put down. Even so, it must be hard to have to kill those like him, even if it means saving lives. You can’t exactly blame Van Helsing for letting those deaths get to him, even if it is for their own good.”
Hansel was nodding along with what his sister was saying. “That’s why we need to stop the evil at its source. The sooner we finish off Blair, the better.” He glanced at her. “You haven’t found anything useful in the Necronomicon?”
Gretel groaned and rolled onto her back again. “I don’t even want to think about that damn book until I need to. I’m actually trying to forget anything I read in it. But to answer your question, no, I haven’t found anything useful yet. You would be the first to hear it if I do.”
Hansel offered her a smile and patted her shoulder. “Well, until then, get some sleep, sis. You deserve it.”
Keeping her eyes closed, Gretel smiled. “You read my mind.”

(A/N: A relatively simple chapter with just some character interaction. Not that much to move the story along, but a short break from the action the last few chapters and before we get more. There were a few important key subjects that were brought up in their conversations though, so this chapter wasn't just meant to be filler or anything. And then there's Blair and her witches. It sounds like they're planning something pretty dark form of revenge. What exactly is it, and will our heroes be able to stop it? Stay tuned to find out.)
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