Disclaimer: sigh Sadly, Van Helsing isn't mine. (Actually, I'd rather have Drac but ah well, hahaha). Mr. Sommers is an amazing writer/director and deserves to own such a great movie.
Author's Notes: Forgive me if I mess up on some things, but I've only seen the movie twice so I don't know how accurate I'll be on it. Don't forget, reviews are greatly appreciated!
Chapter One:
"He's back? I thought I'd gotten rid of him once and for all." Van Helsing paced the room in a huff at the news Carl just told him. "Are you sure?"
"Oh, yes yes," Carl replied. "Quite sure. There've been reports of strange activity going on by the castle again and we've done some investigating. It appears that you just didn't do it properly."
"Properly?" The bigger man stopped and looked at the friar. "How the hell do I kill him 'properly'?"
"Well ... I really don't know." The friar finished throwing the usual vampire hunting tools into a bag. "All I know is that we've got to leave as soon as possible. There's no telling what may happen if we wait to long."
A sigh emitted from Van Helsing. This meant that he had lost Anna for nothing. Of course, her family was finally permitted to enter the gates of Heaven, but this didn't help calm the slayer about this news of Dracula's return.
He silently led Carl out the door to where two black stallions were waiting for them patiently. He mounted his with ease, and watched with an amused smile as Carl failed miserably to get on his horse until the fourth time. His foot would keep slipping, or his leg wouldn't swing over; it never got less funny.
"C'mon Carl," Van Helsing said once his friend was on the horse safely. "If we ride now, we should make it there by night fall."
"Oh, perfect timing." However, Carl's words were unheard to Van Helsing as his horse took off swiftly. Sighing and asking God to be with them, he followed Van Helsing's lead. Neither of them knew what awaited them there.
In his icy castle, Dracula paced along the stone floors. His footsteps echoed in the hollow halls, and the silence was deadly. Dracula was glad that he was already dead. He walked around and noted that he was alone. No cronies, no brides, no creations. Just emptiness.
At once, the famous vampire got a feeling. He pulled a strand of hair away from his face with a long finger, and went over to the window. Upon opening it, he smirked to himself.
"Welcome back, Gabriel." He began to close to the window. "I'll be sure to make it a visit you won't forget."