Through the Veil

Disclaimer: I don't own Van Helsing, and I'm sure everyone knows it

Summary: Yes, yes, it's been overdone by everyone, I'm sure. But I was really bored and having trouble working on other stuff, and I only have one thing up in Van Helsing. Yah, sorry DJ, but you can't be in this one. Ahem, anyways, this is another group of friends, another world, ETC. Seven friends, Amanda, Darey (Pronounced Dare – E), Stefie, Francis, Justine, Kaelin (Pronounced Kay - Lynne) and Dommy are accidentally brought to Van Helsing's world and need to fix a few problems. Takes place after the movie and will face old enemies, meet old friends, and a have tons of fun. But there won't be any VHOC romances, hint hint :D Oh, and PLEASE review. I can't update if I don't know what you think, lol (Never done one exactly like this). First two chapters are Carl and Van Helsing

Okey, and Sarah, if ya read this, I sort of did formulate the idea after your story, but if you're against it, I'll take it off. I was bored and DJ was telling me to do one with me and friends in it, so Charmed and Underworld didn't fit that idea too well, so here's this! Don't wanna get ya mad, lol

PROLOGUE

"Oh dear, oh dear," Carl said fretfully, racing down the long hall trying hard not to look behind him. His breath quickened when he heard the screech behind him. "Van Helsing!" He cried.

"What was that?" A husky voice replied, seconds later Carl was pulled into a dark room. He gasped in terror, but he quickly realized it was just Van Helsing.

Before he could reply, the screech once again came up.

"She's followed me," Carl squeaked.

Van Helsing frowned, but whipped out two guns and twirled them between his fingers. Then he waited – door slightly ajar. The sound was deceased, and everything was silent. He gently propped the door open and slid out into the greatly lit hall, guns pointed ahead of him. He pressed against the wall and allowed his eyes to wander. The hall was - indeed - empty. He slowly lowered his guns (still cautious) and turned back to the door.

"There isn't anything here," He said to Carl. The other man simply whimpered, and stumbled back inside.

Van Helsing gripped tighter to his gun and then spun around.

"Hello Mr. Van Helsing," The seductive voice whispered in his ear. He turned in another direction, but still there was nothing there.

"Come out, Delia," He called.

"Oh, no, no, no," Were the haunting words that came. "You must find me."

"Are you aware of the trouble you've caused?" Van Helsing asked, still looking around for any sign of life.

"Seven dead," Was the reply. "Five injured. That was just this week." Another shrill laughter followed.

"The Vatican orders that I bring you back – turn you to your old self."

"I quite like the way I am."

"A murderer?" Van Helsing countered.

There was that laughter again. "Murderer is such a serious word, messenger."

A woman appeared before Van Helsing. She had long blond locks of hair and illuminatingly blue eyes. She was rather attractive, but most evil women seemed to be. She had ruby lips, and a pale complexion with flushed cheeks. She was dressed in a simple blue skirt, and matching top. On her feet were some high heeled boots. She was smiling deviously, but it wasn't what Van Helsing was focused on. The woman seemed to be reading him like a book.

"Such a tale," She whispered. "Such history." She rested her fingers gently on Van Helsing's shoulder. Taking his chance, he fired the gun. Seconds too late, of course. Delia had disappeared and the bullet was now lodged in the wall.

"Damn it!" Van Helsing said.

"You could have killed me," Delia said darkly.

"Van Helsing?" Carl said nervously.

Van Helsing turned back into the room to see Delia with Carl in front of her. She had her arms wrapped around him in a suggestive manner, her head on his chin, whispering things to him. Her long nails bit into his sides, and he cried out. Delia looked up mischievously, her eyes meeting his.

"So much suffer," She said. "Do you wish for more? You call me a murderer, but what are you?"

"I bring your salvation," Van Helsing said, pointing his gun at her once again.

Delia, surprisingly, pushed Carl away, and stood in open fire. She walked forward, hips swaying. "How do you justify the murder of an innocent?"

Van Helsing frowned, not being able to stop his hand from jerking a bit at her accusation. "I don't know what you're talking about." He fired, but Delia simply bent to the side so the bullet went past her.

Delia cackled as she straitened up. "Oh my. How long has it been, now? Three years? Five?"

Van Helsing fired again. No, I can't let her get to me, Van Helsing thought angrily.

Delia grabbed van Helsing's guns and threw them behind her before wrapping her fingers around his neck, and pinning him to the wall. "It troubles you, doesn't it, my dear? Here you are – a supposed holy man. And yet you killed her. You've caught my attention, Mr. Van Helsing."

"What makes you think I want it," Van Helsing choked out.

Once again Delia snickered. But then she pressed against him, her lips curling by his ear. "Because I can bring her back."

Van Helsing stiffened with surprise, his dark eyes searching her face for any truth to her words. "That's impossible," He spat.

Delia nuzzled his neck affectionately. "No it isn't, love. I can do it. Of course … there would be a price. You must leave me and my kin."

"No," Van Helsing said sharply.

"There, there. Temper is too high, messenger. You must see reason."

"There is no reason," Van Helsing snapped.

Delia's face contorted with irritation. "Then you will just have to die!" She jerked forward, a roar in her throat, but suddenly froze at the sound of gunshot. Moments later she slumped to the floor, her strange eyes darting wildly around as she struggled to breath. Carl stood not too far away, fingers shaking as they clutched a gun.

"Good work, Carl," Van Helsing gasped, rubbing at his quickly bruising neck. Carl dropped the weapon in fright and stared at the trembling girl. She turned over on her side and pressed her white fingers to her chest wound. She groaned harshly, and once again met Van Helsing's eyes.

"They'll come for you," She snarled. "Nobody – not even the Messenger – gets away with such a crime. They'll come for you, and I'll return. We'll come."

Then her body began to convulse, and not long after she lay lifeless on her floor. The room burst with purple light … and she was gone.

Carl swallowed nervously. "Well … what do you suppose she meant by that?" He asked, voice shaking.

Van Helsing shrugged, his eyes never leaving the vacant spot. "I don't know," He said thoughtfully. "But we're going to have to find out."

AN: … End of Prologue. Yayness! Okay, so you need to REVIEW and let me know what you think. I'll take constructive criticism, if it helps.