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Van Helsing And The Witch Hunters
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(A/N: Alrighty then, my new story has arrived. And, surprisingly, it's another crossover. Typically, I'm not that fond of crossovers unless they feel like they can actually exist in the same universe, and Van Helsing and Hansel & Gretel: Witch Hunters definitely feels like it can exist not only in the same universe, but also the same time period, which pretty much made it perfect. I've got real big plans for this one, so I hope you're all ready. Fair warning and heads-up though, the first couple of chapters are rated T, but later this story is going to receive an M rating due to language, violence, and sexual content. I'll be informing you of when the rating change will occur, but just keep that in mind. Alright, let's get started.)
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"VAN HELSING AND THE WITCH HUNTERS"
Chapter 1: The Devil's Consort
Being a witch hunter wasn’t easy, even if it was rewarding. And the worse the witch, the bigger the reward. That is, if those who were plagued by a witch ever managed to work up the courage to put a price on her head. Usually though, the desperation a village or town felt eventually became greater than the fear of the witch’s retaliating.
The town of Langsdale had reached that point. For a few years now, its residents had known that there was a witch living in the woods just outside of town, and a particularly dangerous one at that. No one ever dared to enter those woods after dark, and those that did were never seen or heard from again. Even entering the woods during the day was considered a great risk.
Like all witches, this one preyed upon children. There was just something about the innocence that children possessed that witches found to be so utterly revolting that they had an almost desperate need to stomp them out, much like one would upon seeing a pest enter their home. But there was nothing to be done but hope and pray that the town’s children would still be present when the sun rose in the morning after each night.
Back when it first became known that there was a witch living in the woods, the people of Langsdale had attempted to deal with the problem themselves. A mob had formed, and the townsfolk had gone charging into the woods with their torches and pitchforks. The next morning, the heads of each and every one of those townsfolk were found on a pike outside of their homes. No one in town had even seen or heard anything during the night.
Next they had tried hiring someone to hunt down the witch. There were many foul beasts in the world, and there were hunters for each and every one of them, be they vampires, werewolves, witches, warlocks, zombies, demons, mummies, gargoyles, trolls, goblins, or any of the countless other vile monsters in the world. Someone was always willing to hunt them down for the right price.
However, hiring someone proved to be a mistake. The day after their hired hand had gone on the hunt, he had returned as a literal walking corpse. He stood in the middle of town, and the witch spoke through him, declaring that if the townsfolk ever tried to come after her again or interfere with her work, that the entire town would be swallowed up by the earth. And to emphasize her threat, she had the ground suck up the still standing corpse, along with all the residential homes surrounding him. Ever since then, the townsfolk had lived in fear, terrified of the witch in the woods, but too afraid to do anything about her.
Misfortune, fell upon the town as a result of the witch’s dark magic, including crop failure, plagues, indefinitely cloudy skies, and more. Occasionally, children would disappear during the night, vanishing without a trace, victims of the witch. Some families fled the town, seeking resettlement elsewhere, but seeing as it was a poor town, most could not afford to leave, or even sell their property since no one would buy land with a witch nearby. And with the closest town being a few days journey away, many of those that could actually afford to move were too afraid to leave the safety of their town, let alone make a journey that would last them into the night.
And so, for years the town lived in fear of the witch, trying to carve out some sort of life under such conditions. On average, one or two people a month, and not just children, would be taken during the night, never to be seen again. But then things began to change.
Approximately seven months ago, the number of people disappearing each month increased drastically, most of them children, and the town’s misfortunate increased exponentially. As bad as things were before, they had become much, much worse. And so, despite the witch’s warning several years ago, the town historian managed to convince the townsfolk to once again try to hire someone else to go after the witch. Not just any hunter this time, but a witch hunter specifically. And not just any witch hunter, but the best one of all. Or the best ones of all to be more precise.
If anyone were to ask, Hansel and Gretel were indeed the best witch hunters around. Making quite the name for themselves after making their first kill when they were just children, none had quite the reputation as the brother and sister team. Accompanied by their troll servant, Edward, and their apprentice, Ben, they had been called upon by the Landsdale townsfolk to put an end to their witch once and for all.
“What do you think?” Gretel asked as she surveyed the woods in front of them.
At her side, her twin brother, Hansel, stared at the woods with a rather bored look on his face, his specially modified shotgun slung over his shoulder. “Another crap witch, another crap job.” He glanced back at the town before looking back at the woods. “And with this town being crap poor, we can probably expect some crap pay.”
His sister smiled in amusement. “Please, we both know that we don’t do this for the money, not that we ever tell them that.”
Hansel nodded in agreement. “True, but the equipment doesn’t pay for itself.”
Nor did it carry itself, but that was Edward’s job, and he often pushed or pulled the wagon containing the witch hunting siblings’ equipment, and also sometimes their bounties. Not that he ever complained. Trolls were magically bound to serve witches, and with Hansel and Gretel being the children of a white witch, the only good kind of witch there was, and a grand white witch at that, Edward was duty-bound to serve them as well, most specifically Gretel, and they were far kinder than any of the other witches he had served in the past, all of which had treated him like a slave.
Coming up behind the siblings, Ben had his nose buried in a book as he read excitedly. “I’ve been looking into the accounts the townsfolk have provided, and it looks like we’re dealing with a nature witch, or at least one who specializes in nature magic.”
Both Hansel and Gretel rolled their eyes. They had already figured that much out for themselves. There were many different kinds of witches out there that specialized in a specific brand of magic. Earth, wind, water, fire, plant, elemental, and more. Nature witches, however, were particularly powerful, their magic covering several of the other kinds of magic.
But just because a witch specialized in one brand of magic didn’t mean that they were exclusive to it. Some more powerful witches were known to mix magic, and the strongest ones could use all kinds. It was indeed possible that this witch had started out as a nature witch but had greatly advanced from there and had simply maintained an affinity for her original brand of magic. Thus, it was best to consider all possibilities.
Edward seemed to be thinking along these lines as he watched the woods with a wary expression. “This witch very powerful.”
“Can’t be worse than Muriel,” Hansel commented, thinking of the grand witch he and Gretel had taken down a few years prior.
“Don’t remind me,” Gretel grumbled. “Sometimes I wish the bitch were still alive just so we can kill her again.”
Hansel could relate to that. The woman had been responsible for orchestrating the death of their parents. Coupled with the fact that she was not only a witch, but a grand witch, making her a coven leader, essentially a queen among her kind, and Hansel had taken immense satisfaction in decapitating the evil woman.
It was just a shame they had lost Mina during the final battle. The two of them had really had something special, even though they had only known each other for a short time, despite the fact that Mina was also a white witch, like their mother. It was an eye-opener for sure to learn that there was a branch of magic that didn’t rely on the forces of darkness, but it was good to know, and they had been keeping an eye out for any other white witches they might encounter on their journeys.
This witch, however, was most definitely not a white witch. If all the murders and disappearances weren’t evidence of this enough, the affect the mere presence of her was having on the land was indicating enough.
“So how do you want to do this?” Hansel asked, almost nonchalantly.
“Well,” Gretel muttered as she surveyed the dark and foreboding woods, “I’d rather not enter her domain if we can help it. Going into the woods of a nature witch, not a good idea, not even in the daytime.”
“Yes,” Ben was quick to agree. “Many of the townsfolk have given accounts of how dangerous these woods are. Apparently, there’s also a monster that wanders around them as well, but the people are too afraid of the witch the hunt it down. Some even claim that the trees come to life at night and move around so you can never find your way out. A few years ago, one of the townsfolk attempted to burn the woods to down, and was attacked and torn apart by the trees when he tried.”
Hansel had to resist the urge to roll his eyes at the boy’s near-desperate attempt to, once again, impress his sister with his knowledge. It had been obvious since Day One that the boy not only hero-worshipped her, but was also completely smitten as well. It would be amusing if it wasn’t so sad.
“I say we go with a simple child trap,” he suggested uncaringly. “Apparently, being out after dark is a death sentence in this town. The witch won’t be able to resist such an easy target.”
Which was indeed true. Hanging a child out to a witch was the equivalent of dangling a juicy steak in front of a starving dog; they simply couldn’t resist taking the bait.
His suggestion faced no objection, and so they went about preparing the child trap. It basically consisted of making a dummy that resembled a child and playing a recording of a child calling out, usually asking for help or claiming that they were lost. No witch could pass up such easy prey, and once they got close, the trap would be sprung.
For this one, they decided a nice explosive that would be set off when the witch got close would be suitable. And so, they placed one inside the dummy, which they then stuck up in a tree. A recording of a young boy crying out for help because they were stuck in a tree and couldn’t get down was set to play. The witch hunters then lied in wait for their quarry, hidden from view.
The sun set and night arose, and still there was no sign of the witch. Edward still stood at the ready while Hansel and Gretel had taken more relaxed positions. Ben had taken up to going through several of the town’s records that he had brought with them in the hopes of finding out more about the witch in question.
“Well,” Gretel grumbled impatiently, “where is she? It’s well into the night, and we have a screaming child stuck in a tree all alone, so why isn’t she appearing?”
“Maybe she knows and is just fucking with us,” Hansel growled out with equal impatience as he gave himself his necessary injection.
Gretel glanced at him and frowned at the insulin shot that he was forced to keep giving himself. It was necessary to treat the sugar sickness he had, a magically induced form of what would come to be known as diabetes many years in the future. He’d contracted it as a child after being forced to eat enchanted candy that was meant to rapidly make him gain weight so the witch who had captured them could make him into a suitable meal.
Gretel hated that he had to keep giving himself these injections, especially since he had only eaten all that enchanted candy because the witch that had captured them had been threatening her. It was a shame that their immunity to magic hadn’t extended to magic candy. She kept hoping that one day they would meet a white witch who would be able to help cure him, or maybe a highly skilled doctor or an alchemist or something.
“You know, I’ve been thinking,” said Ben, interrupting her thoughts.
“You shouldn’t do that so much, you could hurt yourself,” Hansel joked, earning him a chuckle from Edward.
“No, really,” Ben insisted. “I’ve been looking at the town’s records, and I noticed something that corresponds with the weather and when the witch first came here.”
Gretel raised an eyebrow. “They keep records of the weather?”
“Makes sense,” Hansel noted with a shrug. “A good portion of the town relies on farming. That’s gonna make them pretty reliant on the weather, so keeping a record so they know what to expect seems logical.”
Ben rapidly nodded his head. “Yes, yes, exactly. And according to these records, it’s been consistently cloudy for years here. Ever since the witch arrived, it’s never once been sunny. Which suggests that this witch has some semblance of control over the weather in this area.”
Hansel and Gretel hesitated at this before sharing an uncomfortable look. Weather control was among the most powerful kinds of witchcraft there was.
Edward glanced at them. “Witch very strong.”
“No shit,” Hansel growled irritably. “Better make the kill as fast as possible when she comes to avoid any unnecessary complications.”
They returned their attention to their trap, waiting for the witch to make her appearance. All the while, they thought about how to go about killing her should their trap fail. Fire was the most effective, even for fire witches; for some reason, they all lit up like dry wood doused in gasoline. But there were plenty of other methods that could be used to take a witch down. It could still be difficult though. Magic aside, witches were faster, stronger, and more ferocious than normal humans.
As they waited, they suddenly became aware of footsteps approaching from behind them. Both Hansel and Gretel whirled around, Hansel holding up his shotgun and Gretel her automatic crossbow, pointing them both at the newcomer.
There was a surprised gasp from the young woman that had been approaching them, and she almost dropped the folded blankets she was holding. “I’m… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.”
Hansel and Gretel lowered their weapons. “Surprised more than startled,” the latter replied.
“What are you doing here?” Hansel asked, a little more rudely than he meant.
The woman, a pretty blonde around their age, held the blankets out to them. “It can get cold at night. I brought these to keep you warm.”
Ben moved forward and accepted the blankets. “Much obliged, miss.”
“Blair,” she introduced herself. “You can call me Blair.”
“Well, thank you, Blair,” said Gretel as she took the blanket Ben handed to her and draped it over her shoulders. “But can I ask what you’re doing out here?”
Hansel wrapped the offered blanket around himself. “Yeah, I thought all you townsfolk were afraid to come out after dark.”
Blair’s face scrunched up in confusion. “But is that not why you’re here? To keep us safe from the witch?”
Hansel let out a humorless chuckle. “Don’t mistake us for bodyguards. We’re witch hunters, we’re here to kill a witch, not look after everyone.”
“But we do appreciate the gesture,” Ben added, covering himself up to his neck in the blanket and snuggling into it with a satisfied sigh. He nudged Edward next to him. “Ain’t that right, Edward?”
The troll merely studied his blanket, as if he never seen anything like it before. Blair paid him no mind as she gave her complete attention to the siblings.
“I’ve been meaning to ask,” she said in a whisper. She leaned in close before continuing. “I’ve heard rumor that witch’s magic doesn’t work on you because you’re the descendant of a witch. Is it true?”
Gretel’s eyes narrowed slightly in case they were being judged. “Our mother. She was a white witch. A grand white witch at that. Nothing like the evil witches we hunt.”
“And one of the only two good witches we’ve ever known,” Hansel added. “So far as I’m concerned, the only other kind of good witch is a dead one.”
Blair nodded. “With your reputations, I would imagine so. But if your mother was a witch, even a white witch, doesn’t it bother you to kill your own kind?”
Gretel held up a hand. “Hey, hey, witches are not ‘our kind’. They’re not even human anymore.”
Blair considered them for a few moments before smiling, a little too wide perhaps. “Is that so wrong? Humans are such fragile creatures after all.”
Edward was still examining his blanket when his eyes widened and he tossed it to the ground. “It’s her!”
The blanket he had thrown suddenly sprang to life and flew up to him, wrapping around his neck. The other three that Hansel, Gretel, and Ben were using suddenly wrapped tightly around the three of them, squeezing tighter and tighter.
Blair let out a bark of laughter. “You came to trap me, but it looks as if I’ve trapped you!”
The witch hunters struggled against their tightening cocoons as they squeezed them tighter and tighter, their arms locked together at their sides. The blanket strangling Edward continued to constrict around his throat, determine to either strangle him or break his neck.
With a loud roar, he reached up and grabbed the blanket, using his immense strength to rip it apart until he managed to tear it off. Then he quickly tore the other blankets of his friends.
A scowl crossed Blair’s face. “Now that was rude. And after I went through all this trouble to bring you those blankets.”
Edward pushed in front of his friends protectively and roared at her. Blair didn’t even flinch. Instead, she responded in a loud booming voice. “ENOUGH FROM YOU!!! Get down. Down… Down… Down…”
Edward froze as she yelled at him. He then found himself sinking to his knees, then lowered himself to the ground against his will in submission.
“Edward,” Gretel wheezed out. She glared up at Blair. “Leave him be!”
Blair turned her attention from Edward to her. “You don’t give orders to me, child. I am the only one who gives orders.”
Hansel reacted quickly, taking up his shotgun and pointing at her. In an instant, Blair had her wand in her hand. Hansel fired, and with a flick of her wrist, the bullet was knocked aside, as if it had ricocheted off an invisible wall. He fired several more times, but each shot was blocked by an unseen force as Blair deflected them.
Hansel kept firing, and with a waved of her wand, a large mound of dirt burst up from the ground, blocking the bullets. With a pushing gesture, she sent the mound of dirt rushing across the ground and slamming into Hansel, knocking him down and covering him with dirt.
With a cruel smirk, Blair pointed her wand at Gretel. Perhaps wand wasn’t the right word for what she held, as it was much bigger than the standard witch’s wand, looking more like a scepter, as it was so big it could almost be used as cane. It appeared to be made from a human bone and a unicorn horn, as if a large bone, perhaps a leg bone, like a femur, had been broken in half and a unicorn horn had been attached to the broken end, and there was no telling what else filled the likely hollowed-out wand during its construction.
As Blair pointed her wand at Gretel, her appearance began to change. Her healthy-looking skin became dried out and turned a robin’s egg blue with thick, lime-green colored, gapping cracks appeared all over it, like the dirt floor of a dried-out river, almost making her resemble a broken china doll that had been pieced back together as well as possible, only with much thicker cracks. Her golden blonde hair became a blood red color, growing down to her waist, and it moved about her as if she were underwater, her pointy ears poking out of it, and growing out of the top of her head were the black horns of a kudu.
Her eyes turned completely black, with only the tiniest speck of red light visible on the center of them, their shape becoming slit like a cat’s, purplish rings appearing around her eyes as if they were bruised, and her face became more sunken in, her features twisting into a permanent sneer, her chin ending in more of a point. Strangely, behind her black lips, her teeth remained perfectly straight and pearly white, looking strong and healthy, which was not a typical trait of a witch, as they were usually rotten. She gripped her wand in her hand, upon the back of each she had a large, red, bloodshot eye, five times the size of a normal eye, with slit pupils and yellow sclera. At the ends of her fingers, that turned black past the knuckles, she had long, sharp, red nails that could almost pass for talons, and growing out of each of her elbows was a long black spike.
Gretel stared at the witch with a growing feeling of dread. “Oh my God…”
Witchcraft may grant great power, but it came at a cost. With the exception of white witches, all other witches were hideous in appearance, a mark of their evil allegiance. Dabbling in dark magic caused a horrible rot to occur in them, warping and mutating their appearance into something horrific, usually based on the kind of magic they specialized in. Witches, however, seemed to relish in their grotesque appearances, presumably viewing them as a symbol of their power. Yet no matter how powerful a witch may be, there was truly no way for one to hide what they were, with the exception of one kind.
“She’s a grand witch!” Ben exclaimed.
Blair, if that even was her real name, or just one of the many she likely went by, let out a loud laugh, and then spoke in a voice that almost sounded as if she were underwater. “A grand witch indeed. I am so much more than that. I am the grand high witch.”
Gretel felt her stomach drop out in front of her. A grand high witch was the grand witch of grand witches. As powerful as a grand witch was among other witches, the grand high witch was that to other grand witches. They were in no way prepared to deal with such an enemy.
Blair grinned, taking a step towards Gretel, causing her to unconsciously take a step back. “A little more than what you were expecting, I assume. Would it also surprise you to learn that I also happen to be the Devil’s own consort?”
Ben’s mouth dropped open. “The Devil’s con-”
“Silence,” Blair hissed, pointing her wand at him, causing him to rise up into the air. “This doesn’t concern you, boy.”
While she was distracted, Gretel made a grab for her crossbow. Before she could even aim though, Blair flicked her wand, and the ground seemed to explode beneath Gretel’s feet, launching her into the air. Blair flicked her wand again, and Ben went flying backwards. She let out an eerie chuckle as she turned back to the siblings.
“I’ve divined that you were coming weeks ago,” she told them. “And with all my sisters that you’ve defeated, including Muriel, I wanted to see what you had. I do hope you simply underestimated me, otherwise I’m so greatly disappointed.”
She pointed her wand up at the dummy child in the tree and gave it a wave. The dummy went flying into the air and then exploded. A grin spread across her face that quickly vanished as Hansel jumped to his feet, his shotgun pointed at her. He fired, but Blair suddenly disappeared in a wisp of smoke. She reappeared behind him, grabbed the back of his shirt, and threw him over her shoulder.
He hit the ground hard with a grunt, knocking the air out of him, and Blair slowly made her way over to him. He tried to get up, but Blair waved her wand again, and tree roots suddenly burst up from the ground and began coiling around him, pulling him back down to the ground. Then she pointed her wand at his shotgun, levitating it in the air, and turning it to aim at him.
“How many of my kind did you kill with this?” she asked, and made the gun cock. “I think it would be poetic justice if I used it to blow your head off.”
The arm holding out her wand was suddenly grabbed by Edward. She turned towards him and let out a hiss, her face twisting into a furious snarl.
“Troll, how dare you lay your hand on a witch!” she seethed. “Release me at once!”
Slowly, Edward’s hand released its grip and he began backing away. Blair stalked after him on bare feet that were shaped like high-heel shoes, her toes fused together into a single large, brown, pointed toe-nail at the end, the grass beneath her feet dying as she stepped over it, her very presence causing the ground to rot. She pointed her wand at him, and Edward’s own hands came up to wrap around his own throat, and he began squeezing. Blair grinned, letting out a pleased hiss. It soon became a screech as an arrow pierced her arm, and Edward released his throat. She turned to Gretel, who was on the ground, aiming her crossbow at her. She fired again, and Blair deflected the arrow with a wave of her wand.
Ripping the arrow out, allowing black blood to flow free, she headed towards Gretel, who fired again. She knocked this arrow aside as well, and waved her wand again. More roots came up out of the ground, wrapping around Gretel, holding her down and preventing her from firing again. Blair made a motion with her hand, and the roots ripped free of the ground and carried Gretel over to her. She sneered at her, and Gretel spat in her face.
Reaching up, Blair nonchalantly wiped away Gretel’s spittle and smirked at her. “How brave you are in the face of your enemy, but there is so much more than meets the eye.” Her mouth stretched open abnormally wide, and a tongue snaked out and licked Gretel’s cheek. “I can taste the fear in you.”
The sound of a gun being cocked drew her attention, and she turned to see Hansel, free of his bindings, holding his shotgun up to her head. “How’s this taste?”
He fired, blasting off half of Blair’s head, and she went down, Gretel dropping down as well. Hansel dropped to her side and blew at the smoking end of his shotgun, then crouched down to begin pulling the roots off his sister.
“Cutting that a little close, weren’t you?” she asked irritably.
“Sorry,” he told her. “But thanks for the distraction.”
“Not one I provided by choice.”
He let out a small chuckle at that, and glanced at Blair’s corpse before going back to work on his sister’s bond. “So that was a grand high witch, huh? Not that impressive.”
“And the Devil’s consort, according to her.”
“Still not that impressed. You’d think that someone like that would put up more of a-”
He was suddenly seized from behind and thrown through the air once more, crashing into a tree. Blair was on her feet, and with a wave of her wand, the tree Hansel had crashed into suddenly sprang to life. Its branches reached down and grabbed hold of him, holding him against the trunk.
Blair slowly turned back to Gretel, half of her head missing. She grinned at the witch hunter, and Gretel watched in stunned disbelief as the missing portion of her head completely regenerated.
“What the hell?” Gretel whispered.
“A fairly accurate explanation,” Blair told her.
She held up her hand, and electricity began flowing out of her fingers. Gretel seized up as the bolts flowed over her, smoke rising up from her body. Blair laughed as she continued to electrocute her. Hansel struggled to squirm out of the tree’s hold as Edward knelt helplessly on the ground.
Gunshots rang out and bullets tore through Blair. She stumbled forward, and stopped shocking Gretel. The bullet holes in her closed, and even the holes in her black robes were repaired. With a scowl on her face, she turned to the shooter to see Ben standing a distance away, a pistol in his trembling hands.
Blair grinned and pointed her wand at him. A fireball flew out of the end, flying towards Ben. His eyes widened in fear and he leapt to the side as the fireball struck a tree and exploded, consuming it in flames.
Blair chuckled as she took a few steps in his direction. “Brave of you, boy, but also very foolish. Perhaps you should have remained the observing supporter.”
Breathing heavily from being shocked, Gretel stared at Blair and just managed to breathe out, “What the hell are you?”
Blair’s grin widened, and her head turned completely around to look back at her, her body following suit. “Something this world has never seen before, and something you could never hope to defeat. Being the grand high witch as well as the Devil’s consort has given me, shall we say, certain privileges.”
Laughing, she began spinning around until she was a blur. When she stopped, she stood transformed. Her clothes had disappeared, and she now resembled a human crossed with a bat, complete with large bat wings and claws, her teeth now long sharp fangs, and even her high-heeled shaped feet and become talons. She still retailed her witch appearance of having bluish skin with green cracks all over it.
Hansel stopped struggling, staring dumbfounded at the sight before him. Gretel was speechless as well, unable to take her eyes off the bat-woman before them. It was Ben who managed to find his voice and say the word the others couldn’t.
“Vampire.”
Blair looked back at him. “Not as stupid as you look.”
Gretel shook her head. “No, that’s not possible. Dark magic and curses like that can’t mix. You can’t be both a witch and a vampire, it should kill you.”
A mocking laugh escaped her. “As I said, my positions give me certain privileges. Including the greatest blessing and honor a creature of darkness could ever hope for.”
She turned to the side, and her stomach suddenly expanded outward. Edward let out a frightened moan at the sight as Hansel emitted a quiet, “Oh, fuck.”
“Behold,” said Blair, “for I carry the Antichrist. God has His son, and now the Devil shall have his as well. And upon my child’s birth, a new age of darkness shall reign supreme. Of course, being pregnant has made me very hungry these last few months.”
Which explained the increase in disappearances from town, but that was now a pale worry compared to this latest revelation. The birth of the Antichrist, it was something spoken about for over a thousand years, but to witness evidence of the dark prophecy for themselves did more to chill the witch hunters’ bones to the very core.
“Makes sense,” Hansel muttered. “Gluttony is one of the Seven Deadly Sins.”
Blair laughed. “Joke while you can. It won’t be long before the only one who will be laughing is me. But speaking of hunger, I am feeling rather famished.”
Quick as lightning, she sped over to Gretel, reached down, and lifted her into the air. Still weak from the lightning, Gretel made a feeble attempt to hit her, but upon making eye contact with Blair, she felt all resistance leave her. She briefly recalled hearing how vampires could hypnotize their prey before her mind went completely blank as Blair’s mouth stretched open once more, her already sharp teeth growing into massive fangs as she made to bite at Gretel’s throat.
“No!” Ben shouted.
Blair pulled back, laughing some more as her fangs retracted. “Not to worry, it was just a jest. I have no intention of killing any of you yet. I wanted you to be here, and I want you to see the coming of my child. Then I will kill you, slowly. I think witnessing the beginning of the apocalypse would be a suitable punishment for all of my sisters you’ve killed.”
She threw Gretel through the air, and with a flick of her wand, the tree holding Hansel released him. Blair turned to them, her stomach shrinking back down to its normal size, though she remained in bat form. She began flapping her wings as she took to the air, flying over the witch hunters.
“The end is coming, witch hunters,” she declared. “And you are the first to know. Tell who you wish, prepare how you will, try to stop me if you dare. I so hope that you do; I want you to know that you failed when the time comes. The clock to your doom is ticking down, and soon the darkness will come for you. Let that plague your thoughts for the short time you have left.”
She let out a piercing laugh and flew off into the sky, disappearing into the night. With her gone, Edward seemed able to get to his feet, and he went over to help up Gretel, whose legs were still shaking from having been electrocuted, and they were joined by Hansel and Ben.
“I guess that explains why it’s always cloudy here,” the latter muttered. “A vampire wouldn’t want there to be any sunlight around. And if she’s pregnant, her appetite would have increased, which explains why the number of disappearances has risen.”
“Hansel,” Gretel said, looking at her brother.
“I know,” he replied. “We’re in deep shit.”

(A/N: So, there's the first chapter. It's basically a set-up for the events to come and an introduction to the characters. We'll be meeting more characters later and getting to know them as well, and and we'll be learning more about the characters who have appeared thus far too. Just remember what I said, the thoughts and personalities of these characters are not my own. So like Fritz's man-hating nature or Rogers' chauvinistic personality, I do not share these views, that's just part of their character, and I don't share their opinions and such. So, let me know what you think of the first chapter, and I'll be back with more, so stay tuned.)
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Van Helsing And The Witch Hunters	By : moviefan Category: -Movies Misc > Crossovers Views: 349 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Van Helsing And The Witch Hunters