Van Helsing

OOC: Sorry. Edited it.

 

Hannah wiped the blood from her face as she followed Van Helsing. "I had it under control." She muttered, but thanked him anyway. She looked at her shoulder to make sure the wound wasn't too bad. Two down, two to go. She scanned the area to try to find the last werewolf.

 

Van Helsing reached the door to the Inn and ran up the stairs with Elizabeth as quietly as he could, cocking the run once more.

"You thought you had it under control," he whispered. "Now which way is Jinx's room?"

Elizabeth nodded to the left, down the narrowest hallway. They reached the door that led into Jinx's room and knocked the door open with his foot. Jinx was on the floor, the werewolf on top of her, her dagger deep in its chest.

Elizabeth ran over and stabbed her own weapon into the back of the werewolf's neck, making its howl escalate to a piercing climax. Van Helsing took his shot: his fifth bullet pierced the werewolf's heart perfectly.

"Now you've got a hangover and a dead animal to deal with," he said, going over to help Jinx up, and then stepped back, trying not to gasp: before she could recover, he caught a small glimpse of her pointed teeth and slanted pupils...

What? he thought, trying to conceal his face so it looked like he hadn't seem anything as he helped her up. Seems like there's more to her than meets the eye...

 

Sylis put his gun away and went back into his house

 

Hannah stepped back from Jinx. Seems I was right about her. She pushed Van Helsing out of the room. "Wait out here." She said, shutting the door before he could protest. Walking back over to Jinx, she said, "How long were you planning on keeping this a secret?"

 

OOC: omg! i have time to get on the comp! *faints* anywho, i guess i'll try and get on breifly every few days. so yay, breif post!

BIC: Jinx was panting and cursing herself while they helped her up. "Keep what a secret?" she asked sourly, but not bothering to even throw a shody glamor over herself. "Oh this?" she baired her fangs at Hannah, "As long as I was alive, which is hm..." she mocked thinking about it, "Forever." she gestured to the door. "Now, I believe I have a dead werewolf to rid my temperary room of and a vampire slayer outside who will probably come in and aim his blasted silver bullets at my head in a moment so if you would please leave before I vomit on you from this hangover or the blood that is everywhere...." she opened the door for Hannah to leave and ignored Van Helsing staring at her teeth.

 

Hannah glared at Jinx. "You're not the only one." She muttered and left.

 

Sylis sat in his house polishing his gun again

 

Van Helsing resisted the urge to smash open the door and hold a gun to Elizabeth's throat. I guess she didn't know, either,he thought as he leaned against the wall, removing his hat for a moment to wipe the sweat from his brow. Jinx must be deathly afraid of me at this point. But if she knows a thing about me, she'll be aware that I won't kill her in cold blood...

"But if she's covered in someone else's," he muttered aloud to himself, "I don't have a choice."



OOC: everyone is busy.... lolzzz and derek should join once angelina approves him!!

then it will be a party!!!

 

Hola its Derek!
I shall be a werewolf!!!
Name: Edward von Whatever
Age: 20
Category: werewolf... since i was a baby
Height: 6' 5''
Background: My entire family was eaten by a werewolf when i was a year old. since then i have been in search of a mate and dracula himself, because the werewolf that ate my family was working for him. i should have become a member of dracula's werewolf army along with my family, but i escaped. i have been hiding in the small towns of ancient translyvania, waiting for the right moment to find out where dracula is and kill him myself.

whoohoo!!!

 

Hannah left after giving Van Helsing a dirty look. If he so much as scratches her, I'll give him the pain ten times over. I still need to talk to her. She stormed out of the inn and looked around, ignoring the stares from the village people.

OOC: accepted! :glomp:

 

Van Helsing left the inn, which was now quiet since it was nighttime. He thought carefully to himself: Jinx is innocent right now as far as I'm concerned. All I have to do now is go back towards Vatican City in Rome to tell the Knights of the Holy Order about all the werewolves I've gotten rid of... and, because I'm such a NICE person, I won't mention Jinx at all!!

He went out to the stables, found his horse, and mounted it once more.

"Here I go again," he muttered to himself as he left through the front gates. "Elizabeth can take care of the baby werewolf on her own... she said she could! Another long ride... but at least I'll be home soon, and I don't have to ever come back!"

 

Real name: Beatrice Rainore
Age: 17
Appearance:
Class: human
Powers/Abilities: Excellent horse-rider
History: For 82 years my family has owned a dairy farm. I grew up on it of course, with all sorts of animals. Horses have been my passion, though. Ever since I can remember, I've been riding. I've trained many and sold them. My family and I make good money off our horses and milk.

 

OOC: accepted! :glomp:

 

Van Helsing had been riding for days. The scenery around him was so dull and dismal, he didn't even know the difference between day and night.

"Just a week more, girl," he said quietly to his horse one evening as they stopped to camp. The terrain they had ridden on lately was rocky and full of hills, the horizon always waving and out of sight.

He sat down next to his horse, starting a fire and warming his cold hands. There was about three inches of snow on the ground, and the heavy grey clouds in the sky were inviting more to come by nightfall.

"You know," he said suddenly, and his horse inclined her head to him as if listening. "They gave me this messenger bird whistle for a reason: to save time." He reached inside his cloth shirt and leather tunic and vest to touch the silver whistle on the chord around his neck.

"Jesus Christ, this is ridiculous!" he swore to himself, and put the whistle to his lips, blowing hard. A high, shrill note echoed around the landscape. His horse shook her head angrily.

"Why ride a whole other week when they'll probably be sending me out again?" he said, reaching into his saddle bag and pulling out a sheet of parchment, a quill, and a small inkpot. "I'll send them a d.amned letter and wait here for a reply. I'm no messenger bird!"

Writing a quick description of his events in the small town (minus Jinx and Elizabeth) he rolled up the parchment and waited for the bird to come. Van Helsing pulled a bottle of rum from his bags now, and took a long draught, sighing.

The bird finally flew over, a large, grey thing that looked tattered and worn from many days of travel.

"I assume you know where to take this," he said to the ugly thing. "Bring a reply back or I'll blow away what's left of you."

The bird flew off toward the horizon, and he sat back against a rock, titling his hat and taking another long gulp of his drink.

"Keep to yourself as much as possible, girl," he muttered to his horse, half asleep. "That way if you lose anything, it won't hurt." He put the bottle down and placed his hand around his gun... how he always slept.

OOC: BARBRA IS A SEXY WOMAN!!! (i shall make babies with her)

 

OOC: ....................O.O......wow.... i thought barbara and i were having babies

Hannah flew sofly above the town, strectching her wings. She used the clouds as cover in case anyone came outside.

 

OOC: i love you too

Beatrice led her horse back into the stable, having just returned from a short night ride. As she left the stable, she looked up at the sky to see the stars, and noticed that the clouds were parting in an usual way. Wondering if it was just the wind, she looked closer, only to see that it was a vampire. After a moment of reasoning, she quickly went back into the barn so that she wouldn't be seen.

 

Van Helsing suddenly heard noises a little while up the road from him. He shook the sleep from his head and stamping out his fire. He stood quietly, calming his horse as she whinnied with concern.

"It's okay, girl," he whispered, pulling out his guns carefully. "You stay here. I'll be back."

The noises seemed to be at least a dozen voices. As he went along the beaten, dirt path, some trees and vegetation started to appear on either side of him. He hid behind each tree as he went, and then started to see the glow of a large campfire.

Who in God's name is out here in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night? he thought to himself.
Someone up to no good, was the answer he gave himself.

He went around the corner of a large boulder now, staying in the shadows and listening to the voices now not ten feet from him:

"It's too d.amned cold out here," one voice was saying. It was a dark, low, growling tone that made Van Helsing's hair stand on end.

"Shut up, Rottenstrom," another voice shouted, and this one was even more gritty and bitter than the first. "Would you rather be hiding in your own home, or stuck in a ditch dead... or here with some of your own kind?"

How many are there of these d.amned things? he thought to himself, cocking both of his guns. There must be at least eight of them, judging by the shadows... now if only one says something about murder they all can attest to, I'll kill them all.

 

OOC: van helsing is so kind.....NOT (at least he's sexy)

Hannah looked toward the sound of a closing door. Did someone see me? She circled to try see the source of the sound. There's no one here... unless they went inside the barn or house.

OOC: brb hannah poo

 

Beatrice went to Sorin's stall, her bay Andalusian. Stroking his whithers, she told herself to stay calm and that she's probably just imagined it.