"There is a werewolf killing off people in Paris. You will pack tonight and set off tomorrow morning," Father Richard said patiently. The man he was speaking to was fiddling with a cinquedea, a long dagger made from steel. The man shrugged. It wasn't like he hadn't taken care of this kind of problem before. All of the creatures of Evil had been acting up ever since he had slew Dracula. Ever since he had destroyed him, he'd been haunted by Dracula's last words.
"If you kill me you will regret it. He will be free, and with me gone there will be nothing stopping him from escaping from his hellish prison. Your world will burn in flames and you will regret everything. When Vulcan is released, you will wish you were never born."
These words had been nagging him since they were spoken. Who was Vulcan? Why would he be released and why the hell would he escape? Lastly, what was he, and how would he kill him?
"Van Helsing," He turned to the Father who had interrupted his thoughts. Father Richard continued, "You've done extremely well. God is very proud of you,". Van Helsing shrugged the phrase off. He'd heard it many times before. If he was so proud of him, why won't he let him quit? He bid Father Richard a farewell and went to the arsenal to pack up for tomorrow morning. As he walked through the door, he was greeted by Caleb, a good friend, and a friar.
"Why, Van Helsing my friend. What could you possibly be looking for?" Caleb asked over dramatically. Van Helsing cracked a grin. Even though the friar was thirty, seven years older than himself, he still had most of his humor.
"Let's see. I'll take some hot buttered bread, red wine, and frisky women," he demanded theatrically. There was absolute silence for a minute and then they both burst out laughing, only because they both knew that women were not allowed amongst the monks and were not able to pursue the hunting trade. Caleb, still laughing hard, slapped Van Helsing hard on the back. When the laughing had died down, everyone who was staring at them went back to their business, Caleb asked Van Helsing;
"So what did you come for, my old friend?" Van Helsing put on an outrageously shocked expression.
"Who are you calling old when you are 30 and I am 23; that just doesn't make any sense, you old coot." Caleb tsked.
"Only by seven years though... Now back to business. What do you need for your trip, and where are you heading this time?" Van Helsing looked around for a moment thinking.
"A trip to Paris, to take care of a werewolf problem." Caleb looked around thoughtfully, he ushered him over to the far side of the arsenal.
"Paris, again? It seems as though the wolves like the French territory for a stomping ground. Let's see... you will need some silver bullets." He picked up a canvas bag and threw a box of silver bullets for the Colt 45. He went over to some long silver cylinders, "A silver stake," he pressed a button and it lengthened into a foot and a half long stake, he threw a couple into the bag. Van Helsing watched as he threw this and that into the bag. After a satisfied smile, he threw the bag to him, cracking a large grin...
"You have everything that you will need in here, minus the hot and frisky women." They laughed for a while enjoying the feeling and freedom while they could. Van Helsing bid him a farewell and went up into the upper levels of the church. He walked through the passageway, pulled the lever and walked out of the confession box. He paused and looked at the church. It was beautiful, with the spacious hall that had about twenty benches and a luscious red rug. The stained glass windows showed the vibrant colors of the setting sun. The back had a bunch of doors that led into the back rooms, but the most noticeable item in the whole church was the bleach white marble altar in the front of the church. It had been there since he came here.
He sighed. Everything was beautiful and yet he was sick of it, it held too many memories and it seemed to be missing something. He didn't know what, but that was how he felt. He shrugged it off and went through the back room and up the stairs to his chambers. It was going to be a long trip tomorrow so he had to go to bed early if he wanted to get up early enough tomorrow to set off for Paris.
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Black Rain
ParanormalRaven is part of the Paranormal Research Society, and they were attacked. Raven goes through a portal still into its testing phases and gets teleported to Rome 1845, where she meets none other than the great hunter himself, who was written in the h...
