Black Rain

Chapter 6: A Difficult Situation

Van Helsing was finally back in Rome and would probably make it back to the church around midnight. It was a semi-hard to get out when people started stirring about the death of the man. So he had to get out fast. Now that he was finally back in his homeland of it felt like home, he couldn't wait to see Caleb and talk to him about the trip. He urged his stallion to slow pace. He didn't have to speed because he didn't have to worry about getting caught in the middle of a desert. He obviously thought that so soon. Howls sounded in the distance in the direction of the church a few miles away.

"Damn," he mumbled, looks like he was still hunting.

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I heard the howls as I was finishing up looking for spiders. I HATE spiders. Werewolves were my first guess. Well, I thought, looks like I'm not off duty even back in time. I grabbed one of the armor-plated suits and managed to slip it on in record time, and loaded the silver bullets into my pistol, that, ugh I had just cleaned. I walked out of my room and picked my way to the main room, where I placed myself behind one of the middle pews within firing distance of the door and waited. The howls grew louder, sounding like they were right outside the door. Then all was silent, I let out a breath of relief, maybe they had... I couldn't even finish my thought.

CRASH! The door flew open and as the first monster entered I was up and firing. I took aim and shot it in the head. The rest kind of failed on me. More came in and I realized that it was a pack. I quickly reloaded dropping the empty cartridge out while slamming another in its place. I fired off six rounds and manages to kill three and injuring two. One lunged at me, I tried to duck out of the way but not as fast as I would have liked. Its talons sliced at my back and I gasped at the searing pain. The armor in the suit had protected my back from the worst but I couldn't take another blow like that. As it started to get up I quickly aimed and shot it in the throat.

It fell to the ground gurgling blood, I was suddenly flying forward, I braced myself as I slammed into a pew with a loud crack. I struggled to sit up, a wolf stalked towards me, I backed up slightly and stopped. I only had one bullet left and if I missed I was screwed; which with my luck... I totally would.

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Van Helsing rode hard until he finally saw the church in sight. He had heard gunshots so he was positive that someone was there, He urged his horse into the courtyard and then hopped down drawing his colt from its holster. He walked through the broken door, damn them that's going to be hard to fix, he thought angrily. He saw four dead men, well then whoever was using the gun had managed to take down four of the six pack members. He heard a snarl rip from one of the wolves and looked to see a purple haired woman being backed up by it. She was pointing at the Were, a flick of movement caught his eye as he saw another Were creeping up behind her.

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I took my aim and fired, and to my relief, the Were jerked back when the bullet blew through its brains. 'Whoo hoo, I didn't fail' I thought to myself, one point for me. After my little mental victory dance, I noticed the tall figure in the doorway. It wasn't necessarily staring at me as much as it was looking at something behind me; I turned just in time to see the werewolf pouncing at me, but my agility failed me as I hit the ground from the impact, knocking the air from my lungs. It started snapping at me so I lodged my hands in the little niche of the shoulders so that it couldn't reach my face. Werewolf slime started rolling out of its mouth; Jesus Christ I think I'm going to hurl, I planted my foot on the Were's stomach and tried to get it off. This was damn ridiculous, was the whole week ' Let's screw up Ravens Life' week or what?

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He tried to take aim at the werewolf, but with no success, he didn't want to risk shooting the woman. He watched in fascination as they grappled with each other, she seemed to know exactly what she was doing as she dodged to avoid its venomous bite, then he noticed the pistol laying a couple meters away. A woman hunter? He looked back to the fight, she looked as though she were losing strength. He took a couple steps back to get a running start. Since he couldn't shoot the Were he would have to get it off manually. He started to run, gaining speed with every step, a couple feet away he lunged and tackled the Were and forced it down. He pulled a silver stake from his belt, he pressed the button and it extended fully. He pulled it back for the kill.

A searing pain suddenly ripped through his shoulder, that was holding the stake, causing him to drop it. He felt like someone had stuck a branding iron in his shoulder and was holding it there out of sick pleasure. The Were threw him off and dug its talons into his shoulder, he gasped in agony. He reached for his Colt only to find that it wasn't there...

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So this as you could probably tell, is both Ravens and Helsings perspective. ^-^