The Hunter Behind Bars

A/N: Hey hey hey! Yes, another Van Helsing fanfic, lol. Don't kill me, I just have a lot of ideas for Van Helsing fanfics and I NEED to to get them outta my head! lol Well, this one is about Van Helsing still with the werewolf curse and his being blamed for all those missions which the people think was murders on the innocent! So, he was caught by a mob (he's still carrying the werewolf curse) and he is charged for the murders and deaths he had commited. He is now behind bars because of a misunderstanding. The Holy Order can't do anything to act because they do not exist and Carl too can't do anything to help, though he tries to convince the people that Van Helsing is not a murder. But what Van Helsing doesn't know is that ---- (Nope, not telling you! hehehe) is behind all the act and he must face the truth about his past! So anyways, have a read, I'll post as fast as my computer will let me! And please review!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything of the movie Van Helsing! A shame really, I love Van Helsing so much!

Chapter One
You Murderer!

A chilling wind billowed through the streets of London and an eerie mist crowded through them, making Van Helsing flinch. He could smell many things in the wind and some things he didn't really wanted to smell. He smelled the scent of a dying candle and the awful stench of trash and alchohol. His werewolf curse had not still been healed from the last encounter with the vampire Dracula but it was weakening in the syringes made by Carl.

He looked around the darkened and silent streets and wanted to know what had made the people so quiet. The lights were dying and a fading beam of light showered down on Van Helsing's form, stretching large shadows below his feet. He moved out of the way and walked into the shadows. He didn't like this feeling, this hollow emptiness of the streets. Something was wrong, truly wrong.

The full moon was two days away now and he knew if he was going to survive the painful curse on the day of the full moon, he was going to go back to the Vatican eventually and ask for Carl's special syringes. Those were the only things that had let him stay human for the past few weeks since the antidote. Dracula's antidote of which it temporarily changed the victim back to he/her's human form. But after Anna passed away, Van Helsing bitterly and angrily realized the antidote didn't make the victim stay human for long.

The hollowness of the streets started to fill with sounds of a mob coming through Van Helsing's direction, His keen predator hearing and smell notified him that he was the prey, that whatever mob was heading towards him was together because of him. He could smell the villagers' scents even from where he stood and he knew danger when he smelt it.

He immediately ran for his horse and rode on it. The horse immediately raced off through the streets and ran through the cold night. The harsh wind hit Van Helsing's face but he took no notice. He needed to reach the Vatican now and if he did not, he knew somehow he was going to be in a whole load of trouble. He heard the mob coming closer towards his direction. Just when he thought he lost them and turned a corner, he was suprised to meet about a thousand of the people, carrying torches and guns, came right at him. The horse nighed in fright and took off, away from the city. Van Helsing needed to find another way to escape.

The horse crossed through the brides but he knew the other mob was near him. He turned the horse back around as he heard shouts of, "Van Helsing is here! Get him!"

Van Helsing desperately led his horse through the only area where he couldn't smell or hear the mob. Whatever made the mob stand up to him... they probably thought he was the villan, the merciless killer who murdered so many 'innocents'. A terrible misunderstanding that was.

"Hurry! Van Helsing is escaping!" Van Helsing heard a female voice, strong and determined by the sound of it. He led the horse through a small crack in the buildings of London and thought finally he was going to be able to get away from the mob. Just when he thought he was safe, he heard a sharp and loud bang and he felt agony and pain course through his shoulder. He felt a sharp smell of blood and the smell of smoke and immediately his brain told him that he was shot just around the shoulder. His hands let go of the ropes around the horse and he slid painfully off the horse, who ran away from him. His eyes burned with ferocity but he was not going to let the wolf have him. He put his hands on his injuried shoulder, which was gushing blood everywhere on his clothes and he leaned forward. He needed to escape.. he needed...

"I got him!" shouted a male's voice triumphantly as Van Helsing leaned on the walls of the building. his shoulder felt numb and he could only feel the awful pain of the bullet now in his shoulder. Somehow, and miraculously, the bullet had missed his heart and he thanked God for that. He wasn't ready to die now.

He could smell more human flesh coming towards him and he guessed weakly that the mob was there. He felt his hat slid off of him and though the full moon was near, he could already feel the bullet pulling itself out of his shoulder in a very painful way. He heard the clank of the bullet fall to the ground and knew it would be only minutes till his injury will heal.

"We have him trapped, Ms. Dagerin!" shouted a voice. Van Helsing slowly got to his feet. The pain was subsiding now and he could feel his shoulder again. His eyes looked sharply at his current situation. He wasn't in a very good one. All the people in the mob held rifles and pistols and wore angry expressions their faces and they had surrouded him. There was one tall woman who held a pistol and a leaderly look.

"Of course. Mr. Van Helsing will not escape," the woman with the leaderly look spoke, who Van Helsing guessed was the Ms. Dagerin.

"Mr. Van Helsing, you are charged for the murder of innocents which had done you no harm"-Van Helsing rolled his eyes. Yeah right-"and we have orders to take you to custody," Ms. Dagerin spoke with a harsh look at him. Van Helsing cursed under his breath. He was going to have to get through this. Maybe start by getting the woman, Dagerin. Without a moments hesitation he flipped his gun out and he grabbed the woman to his side. The crowd gave suprised and angry roars and the raised their guns at him.

"Don't shoot!" Ms. Dagerin screamed and the people lowered their guns a little bit. Usually Van Helsing did not harm any innocents but in this case, he had no choice. He had enough of the mob already, especially getting shot by one made him go furious.

"Your coming with me, Miss," Van Helsing whispered into the woman's ears and dragged her with him. The woman didn't struggle but she eyed the gun near her head cautionsly.

"Move!" Van Helsing shouted to the crowd and they slowly moved out of his way. He moved away from the mob, who still looked helpless, unable to do anything and then, his eyes calculating the situation he pushed the woman away from his side and ran as hell. He shoot a warning shot at the ground near a man's feet and heard him yelp.

He ran looking back at his shoulder and heard a gun shot from the back of him. The same agony he felt before when he was shot coursed through him and he felt himself fall to the ground. He looked back at his shoulder to see the woman, the one he had held hostage for a short while, had raised her own pistol and shot a bullet at him. He started to feel drowsy and sleep was creeping through him. Unable to fight the pain of the bullet any longer, he let darkness take over.

Ms. Dagerin looked triumphantly at the fallen figure of Van Helsing. For a short while, she thought she would never be able to get away from the beast she had known so well. The mob immediately cheered and raced towards her, passing her their gratitude.

"Is he dead, miss?" one of the brave members of the mob questioned and Ms. Dagerin shook her head.

"We'll bring him to the city police, there he'll be locked up for good."

A/N: Well first chapter finished! Did ya like it? Please review!