Van Helsing ran after the girl, grabbing her shoulders and spinning her around to face him. He held her still when she tried to struggle away. She was a foot or so shorter than him, and when she looked up, she could see under the brim of his hat and into his eyes. "I said I need your help," he said quietly. "The werewolf that turned that family came directly from Dracula. That means he's around here somewhere. I need someone who knows that land, the terrain, the area... I need youto help me... please."
OOC: god, that pic makes me LAUGH every time i see it! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! BIC: "Look, if you're going to be just as judging, condemning, and b.itchy as every other girl in this town, you may as well go your own way and not help me," Van Helsing snapped, unable to control himself.
Good God, who does she think she is?!Van Helsing thought angrily, though he kept a straight, bland face. He stepped back and swallowed his retort, however, when Edward had spoken up. That's it,he thought now. Get her to calm down so she can help me find Jinx instead of want to throw me out.
"Got a rumor that there was vampire trouble from Rome," Van Helsing replied, and dismounted his horse so his face was purposefully only inched from Elizabeth's. "Any ideas about that?"
"I'd recognize that hood anywhere!" Van Helsing said with a grin as Elizabeth came over to his horse grudgingly. "I see the bad news here... was it someone I knew?" She's going to wonder if I mean the killer or the victim... he thought, but let her decide before saying more. Edward kept silent for now.
As they rode into town, Van Helsing saw that the town centre was once again filled with people. He slowed Lexi to a stop and grimaced. A casket was being paraded through the town to the other side where the gaveyard was. "What happened?" Edward asked. A passing villanger heard and gave Van Helsing a deathly glare. Edward cringed back. "Vampire killed poor Henry in the middle of the night. You should have been here, you devil!" As the villanger stromed off, Edward looked confused. "I don't understand. They want you to leave, but then when someone is killed they accuse you of it being your fault." "That's only half of it," Van Helsing muttered, but his mind was elsewhere: Did Jinx murder that man? If she did, I have no choice anymore... I saw the man's casket... she should be good as dead now...
"What?" Edward asked. "Tell me." "First there's Elizabeth," Van Helsing began. "She claims to have lived in this town for seven years, but she has an attitude about her that she won't talk about herself or her past. She's hiding something. And then there's Jinx... I loosened her up enough on the suspicion that she knew something about vampires... turns out she is one. But I haven't seen her kill anything, so I won't murder her... yet. I'm assuming that's what the message was about. Last I know Elizabeth is still there, but Jinx may have run off since both Lizzy and I saw her secret first-hand." "Yikes," Edward replied after a moment. "Those are some women. Do you usually... you know...?" "Find deathly vampires attractive?" Van Helsing smirked. "No."
Van Helsing and Edward rode the horse in silence for a while now. They all aren't evil, the thought dawned on him suddenly. Some of them are normal, innocent people, but then they kill others and I must kill them... it's a neverending cycle... maybe this Edward is a stop to it, though. He's never killed an innocent person! I'd like to hear more about this... "What do you do on full moons, Edward?" he asked now as they rode. The sun was starting to come up over the horizon, the sky a dull shade of pink. "You know where you found us all tonight?" Edward replied. "I go out into the wilderness like that for a few days each month when the full moon is out. Most of the time I'm by myself. Anyone who comes with me tries to kill me, and I had to hide from them as well. It's been hard... for nineteen years. When I was younger people would put me in a cage or a jail... they would even try to murder me as well. That's why I figured I didn't want to be like them: killers. I'm better than that. You, though..." he trailed off. "I know," Van Helsing said. "You needn't say another word about my profession and methods if it bothers you."
OOC: lol yes, henry is a LOSER!!! LOL jk i just hope he tasted YUMMY!!
OOC: Oh, i know y'all LOVE it!! lol photobucket, rocks, thats what i say!! *gasp* henry is a dumba.ss... what a loser!!! oh, and you cant eat barbra: i have to make babies with her!! BIC: "Excuse me, ladies, gentlmen, but I'm lost. Can you give me a hand?" Van Helsing took a breath and stepped out from his hiding place, saying his line with a smirk, his guns drawn and ready. All the werewolves (five men and three women) snapped their heads up from the large fire and cried out in surprise. "Who the hell are you?" one man snapped. All their clothing was dirty and ragged, as if they had been chased for days and had been without food or a shower (the smell itself was daunting). "He's a werewolf hunter!" a woman snapped, and, he could tell, if it'd been a full moon, her hackles would have been raised. "Get him!" She lunged at him, and Van Helsing fired his first bullet, knocking her back against another man, blood leaking out her back onto his hands. Three others growled an inhuman howl and pounced, but he span out of the way, moving fast, firing into all three of their hearts. The two remaining men drew knives as the two women screamed and knelt next to their dead companions. One of the men stood back, unsure of himself. Van Helsing guessed this was Edward as the other ran at him, ready to stab wherever he had a chance. He aimed, but only caught the man's shoulder, making him stumble backward. The next bullet went home. Two in one animal, he angrily thought as the women rose now, murder in their eyes. What a waste. "You killed my brother!" one screeched, her nails and teeth barred at him. He only flinched slightly as the bullet lodged in her heart. The next woman had a knife drawn, and as he cocked the gun once more, his foot stumbled on a stone behind him. He caught himself before he fell, but her dagger bit into his left bicep. Praying a thank you that it wasn't her teeth, Van Helsing shot the last woman to the ground and stood still. He turned to look at Edward, who was still standing where he'd been a few seconds ago, his daggers drawn. He raised his hands, and Van Helsing could see his arms shaking. He dropped the daggers to the ground. "I mean no harm," he said cautiously, his eyes drifting between Van Helsing's and the seven bodies around them. "I heard," the other man replied, placing his guns back in their holsters. "Apparently you never have." ^ ^ ^ ^ that's the chick fight we need!!!! LOL
OOC: omg barbra is right!!! i shall be writing lots of edward for derek when he is at work and stuff, so i shall make him a sexy beast... a sexy WEREWOLF beast, that is! LOL:guns: i think "Elizabeth" has to EAT eventually.. thats ALL i have to say!!! lol ^^^^^^^^^^ me n' my sexyness
OOC: woohoo im back.. hey, what happened to the chick fight? lol BIC: Van Helsing listened to the voices still. "We wouldn't even be out here if it weren't for you!" one voice, this snarl a woman's. "You've killed more than me, you know!" the first man shouted back. "All of us have killed at least one person for no reason... for the rage that fills us at the full moon..." "Except Edward here," the man spat again. "He claims to have never spilled anyone's blood after 19 years of being a werewolf!" "Believe me if you want," a calm voice replied. Van Helsing assumed it was Edward's. Never killed? he thought to himself. I'd like to hear more from this one... maybe keep him around... "Enough!" the first man gritted now. "I say it's time we just kill all that threatens us; that way, we can live normally, without being hunted!" "That's ridiculous!" the man who was called Edward spoke now. "What do you suggest we do? Murder all of Rome in cold blood?" Now I've got a reason to finish them all,Van Helsing thought, cocking both his guns. Let's just hope that Edward guy stays out of my range.
OOC: going home to maryann's now... shall post when i get there k? :D
Van Helsing suddenly heard noises a little while up the road from him. He shook the sleep from his head and stamping out his fire. He stood quietly, calming his horse as she whinnied with concern. "It's okay, girl," he whispered, pulling out his guns carefully. "You stay here. I'll be back." The noises seemed to be at least a dozen voices. As he went along the beaten, dirt path, some trees and vegetation started to appear on either side of him. He hid behind each tree as he went, and then started to see the glow of a large campfire. Who in God's name is out here in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night? he thought to himself. Someone up to no good, was the answer he gave himself. He went around the corner of a large boulder now, staying in the shadows and listening to the voices now not ten feet from him: "It's too d.amned cold out here," one voice was saying. It was a dark, low, growling tone that made Van Helsing's hair stand on end. "Shut up, Rottenstrom," another voice shouted, and this one was even more gritty and bitter than the first. "Would you rather be hiding in your own home, or stuck in a ditch dead... or here with some of your own kind?" How many are there of these d.amned things? he thought to himself, cocking both of his guns. There must be at least eight of them, judging by the shadows... now if only one says something about murder they all can attest to, I'll kill them all.
Van Helsing had been riding for days. The scenery around him was so dull and dismal, he didn't even know the difference between day and night. "Just a week more, girl," he said quietly to his horse one evening as they stopped to camp. The terrain they had ridden on lately was rocky and full of hills, the horizon always waving and out of sight. He sat down next to his horse, starting a fire and warming his cold hands. There was about three inches of snow on the ground, and the heavy grey clouds in the sky were inviting more to come by nightfall. "You know," he said suddenly, and his horse inclined her head to him as if listening. "They gave me this messenger bird whistle for a reason: to save time." He reached inside his cloth shirt and leather tunic and vest to touch the silver whistle on the chord around his neck. "Jesus Christ, this is ridiculous!" he swore to himself, and put the whistle to his lips, blowing hard. A high, shrill note echoed around the landscape. His horse shook her head angrily. "Why ride a whole other week when they'll probably be sending me out again?" he said, reaching into his saddle bag and pulling out a sheet of parchment, a quill, and a small inkpot. "I'll send them a d.amned letter and wait here for a reply. I'm no messenger bird!" Writing a quick description of his events in the small town (minus Jinx and Elizabeth) he rolled up the parchment and waited for the bird to come. Van Helsing pulled a bottle of rum from his bags now, and took a long draught, sighing. The bird finally flew over, a large, grey thing that looked tattered and worn from many days of travel. "I assume you know where to take this," he said to the ugly thing. "Bring a reply back or I'll blow away what's left of you." The bird flew off toward the horizon, and he sat back against a rock, titling his hat and taking another long gulp of his drink. "Keep to yourself as much as possible, girl," he muttered to his horse, half asleep. "That way if you lose anything, it won't hurt." He put the bottle down and placed his hand around his gun... how he always slept. OOC: BARBRA IS A SEXY WOMAN!!! (i shall make babies with her)
Van Helsing left the inn, which was now quiet since it was nighttime. He thought carefully to himself: Jinx is innocent right now as far as I'm concerned. All I have to do now is go back towards Vatican City in Rome to tell the Knights of the Holy Order about all the werewolves I've gotten rid of... and, because I'm such a NICE person, I won't mention Jinx at all!! He went out to the stables, found his horse, and mounted it once more. "Here I go again," he muttered to himself as he left through the front gates. "Elizabeth can take care of the baby werewolf on her own... she said she could! Another long ride... but at least I'll be home soon, and I don't have to ever come back!"
Van Helsing resisted the urge to smash open the door and hold a gun to Elizabeth's throat. I guess she didn't know, either,he thought as he leaned against the wall, removing his hat for a moment to wipe the sweat from his brow. Jinx must be deathly afraid of me at this point. But if she knows a thing about me, she'll be aware that I won't kill her in cold blood... "But if she's covered in someone else's," he muttered aloud to himself, "I don't have a choice." OOC: everyone is busy.... lolzzz and derek should join once angelina approves him!! then it will be a party!!!
Van Helsing reached the door to the Inn and ran up the stairs with Elizabeth as quietly as he could, cocking the run once more. "You thought you had it under control," he whispered. "Now which way is Jinx's room?" Elizabeth nodded to the left, down the narrowest hallway. They reached the door that led into Jinx's room and knocked the door open with his foot. Jinx was on the floor, the werewolf on top of her, her dagger deep in its chest. Elizabeth ran over and stabbed her own weapon into the back of the werewolf's neck, making its howl escalate to a piercing climax. Van Helsing took his shot: his fifth bullet pierced the werewolf's heart perfectly. "Now you've got a hangover and a dead animal to deal with," he said, going over to help Jinx up, and then stepped back, trying not to gasp: before she could recover, he caught a small glimpse of her pointed teeth and slanted pupils... What? he thought, trying to conceal his face so it looked like he hadn't seem anything as he helped her up. Seems like there's more to her than meets the eye...
"Good God, I told her to stay inside!" Van Helsing said to himself, darting after Elizabeth as she tumbled away, leaving a dark trail behind her int he leaves on the floor. Not really caring too much if he got a clear shot or not, he raised the gun once more, cocked it, and aimed at the werewolf, probably the father, that had another close bite at Elizabeth's neck. The bullet went through the left side of werewolf's chest, a splatter of blood arching across the ground and Elizabeth's face. The werewolf fell with a screeching howl, but Van Helsing knew he wasn't dead yet. Walking over to where Elizabeth lay on the ground, he held out a hand to help her up. "Alive, still?" he asked with a melancholy grin, cocking the gun once more behind his back as she stood. She nodded, shaking slightly. Without warning, he spun the gun on the werewolf at his foot and fired the next silver bullet into his heart. His howling stopped and he fell limp. He crossed himself silently, also wiping the sweat from his brow and saying a prayer in Latin. It was then that they heard the commotion in the room where they had left Jinx... her cires as well as the werewolves. "Hurry!" Van Helsing said, helping Elizabeth stumble back toward the inn.
" A plan?" Van Helsing replied incredulously, looking around the now-empty for any sign of any of the werewolves. He had no idea from which direction the howl had come from, but he knew it was close and so did the people: there was not a soul in sight but him and Elizabeth. "I'd prefer you to go inside," he said, pulling out his pistol once more, and reaching into his pocket to open a leather case full of silver bullets. "But I can see you will not listen to me,as I can see, so there's no use arguing. If you want to die, my conscious is clear." Jamming the last of the six into the revolver, he clicked the hammer back just as another howl sounded... louder, closer, and deeper this time, and Van Helsing turned his head in the direction of the front gates. "Do you hear it?" he asked her, and she nodded. "You have no weapon, you know," he added, and she was still silent; he could tell she was listening. They stood in the middle of the silent courtyard now, the grey, dismal stone buildings rising around them in a circle. The front iron gates, now abandoned of any guards, were where Van Helsing had his eyes. He also jumped when he felt Elizabeth's back pressed against his, so their shoulder blades were almost touching (he being at least a half foot taller than her). He turned his eyes for a split second to see a small dagger in each one of her hands. He was about to say they would do no good when something large, brown, and matted dashed across his field of vision. Spinning on the spot with Elizabeth still seemingly glued to his back, and fired one shot at the large werewolf that darted around the corner of the nearest builing--- and missed. "D.ammit," he swore, turning again. "That thing is fast, huge... the father, I assume." But just then a small but louder growling mass of fur came lunging out of the darkness, tackling Elizabeth with a scream and a cloud of blood.
