NekoMata
Storyteller Demon
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Vampires, to most of the world this word brings up memories of fairytales. Of monsters in story books and dark romance. Vampires are a thing of fiction, to be read about but never truly feared. And that is the way it must remain. Humans should never have to know vampires exist. But they do exist. Just like you and I, vampires are real creatures. On my shoulders lies the duty of protecting the rest of the mortal world from this knowledge, keeping them in the dark and unaware of the danger that lurks in the shadows. My name is Revanin Tepes Helsing but everyone calls me Revi, and I am part of the Helsing line of vampire slayers. Our family has been around for a very long time, beginning with our great ancestor Van Helsing, the same Van Helsing you've read about in books or have seen in movies.
What the rest of the world took as an interesting story is actually the history of my family. My ancestor Van Helsing was the first, but many would come after him. Slowly what had started as one man would become a holy order. An order with but one purpose, to protect mankind from vampires. For years the Helsing Order has defended the world from the threat of vampires. Every member of my family has been trained to track, hunt, and kill vampires in order to protect humanity. Though it doesn't seem like a way for a child to grow up it is all I have ever known. It is a part of me, encoded in my DNA.
Every Helsing is a bit more than human. We are stronger, faster, more agile than any mortal has ever been. We have to be in order to do what we do and have any chance of survival. Our senses are sharper our reflexes quicker. And even that is not good enough. From the time we are old enough to talk and stand on our own we begin to train. A rigorous regime meant to hone mind and body for the task that we have been given. I began my training at five and was granted the status of huntress at fourteen, making me the youngest huntress in Helsing history. It's been six years, six long years of fighting monsters. Six long years of risking everything for the cause. Six long years of wondering...why is this our fate.
But such thoughts are ones I can not entertain for long. I know the answer. The ultimate reason that we train and hunt and fight so hard. All of it builds up to the end of the Hundred Year Sleep. Since the time of Van Helsing there has been an event called the Hundred Year Sleep. This occurs when Dracula, more properly known as Lord Alucard is slain. For the next hundred years the vampire population remains stable, they lay low and remain quite. But the closer it gets to the end of the time span the bolder they become. They know and we know what happens when that hundred years is up. At the end of the Hundred year sleep Alucard is reborn into a new vessel. As a result the vampire numbers shoot up.
It is a time of chaos and the busiest time for the Order as there are more vampires all bolder than before to be hunted and slain. The only way to in this surge is to eliminate the problem at its source. So every hundred years after the sleep ends it is the task of the leader of the order to hung down the newest incarnation and kill him, even if it is at the cost of their own life. It has been one hundred and five years since the last hunt. Five years of a vampire swell, but still no sign of Alucard himself. But with the increase in attacks and the boldness of the lesser vampires we know that the time has come. This Hunt should have been my fathers, but an injury has made it so he can no longer hunt. As his daught it is my duty to take his place. I will become the first female Helsing in history to challenge The Lord of Vampires...
A knock on my bedroom door pulled me form my thoughts and I placed my pen on the desk, shutting the cover of my black journal. "Come in..." I called as I glanced out the window. The sun was getting ready to set which meant soon the large mansion that I called home would be alive with activity as we got ready to work. The door swung open and I looked over to see my mother standing in the doorway. My mother, Mina Tepes, was a slender woman verging on her 50s. Despite her tiny stature, sweet face, and kind grey eyes I knew my mother was a capable vampire slayer. She had fought at my fathers side for years. By the look on her face I could tell the news she bore was not good.
"You must begin your hunt tonight. The situation is slowly becoming worse. Though it would seem that this newest incarnation has just come in to power his influence is spreading with surprising speed."
My moms voice was steady, but as she approached I could see the faintest flickers of fear and apprehension in her eyes. She reached were I was sitting and placed a large black box in front of me on the table. I looked at her quickly in shock, my hand trembling as I reached out to touch the silver Helsing crest. She simply nodded. I opened the box slowly. Laying on a velvet cloth sat two guns, both made of a pure black metal. These guns had belonged to our ancestor the original Van Helsing, and were custom made to fire special high impact rounds. Each clip contained at least 30 bullets made of the metal of a melted cross. I took the guns slowly in hand and stood.
"The sins of the damned must be purified in fire..." I said softly, reciting the familiar Helsing family tenet.
"Amen..." my mother uttered softly.
I gently placed the guns back in the box as my mom turned to quietly slip from the room. She knew that I would need my privacy to get ready. What I was facing was no ordinary challenge, no simple hunt. What I faced was what would be the greatest test not only of my skills but of my faith. In little ways I knew I had been rebelling against my fate. I had been sine I was a teenager. It had been simple little things, small motions against the strict tenants of family law. I stood in front of the mirror, examining the results of my passive defiance. Against my pale skin the pale pinkish red of my long hair stood out, a contrast against keen blue green eyes. I ran my fingers through my hair, flashing the multiple earrings that adorned my right ear. I had also gotten my lip pierced and another more hidden set of piercings elsewhere. Both the hair color and piercings were against the rules, but my skills and my parentage had given me leeway.
Sighing I disappeared in my dressing room to get changed for a long night of hunting ahead. As always I picked an outfit that wouldn't restrict my movement favoring fitted black cargo pants and a crimson bandeau top. The pockets would be useful and the bandeau was just more my style. Walking over to the dresser once more I donned the black choker with it's consecrated cross pendant that I almost never took off. Satisfied I pulled on my hip holsters slipping in the slender silver stakes as well as my knives. Adding my other goodies to various pockets I finally picked the guns up from their box. I held them in my hands simply adjusting to the weight for a moment. Finally I slid them into the holsters.
Uttering a soft sigh I exited the room and headed down the long hallway and down the flight of stairs that would put me in the front parlor. The mansion itself was rather large, as it held almost the entire order and had been built centuries ago. Had it not been my home sense before I was capable of walking I might have gotten lost in the almost endless corridors. As I trotted down the stairs, buckles of the knee high combat boots I wore jingling, I almost smiled. At the bottom of the stairs I stopped short in surprise. Waiting near the door in his wheelchair was my father. Robyn Helsing was an impressive man and a skilled hunter, the lean muscularity of his form leaving no doubt to the skill that a pleasant face, blonde hair and blue eyes that always seemed amused seemed to disguise. With my mother at his side they looked like a picture from a book of some sort.
Months earlier my father had lost the ability to walk after sustaining and injury to his spine during a hunt. He had killed the target but the injury was so severe that he would never be able to walk again. Though he was out of the field he was by no means out of the game and had taken to helping with the coordination of hunts and the training of newer Order members with my mothers aide. But now he was simply looking at me with a gaze of unrestrained pride. I knew that it was indeed from the thought of his daughter, his flesh and blood, being the one to take on the Hunt. He wheeled himself closer to me the smile still on his face.
"Revi, I want you to take this and remember you must kill that beast...at all costs."
My father took my hand for a moment before motioning to my mother. She walked over handing me a long black coat with the Helsing emblem emblazoned in red on the back. This was the jacket worn exclusively by the Head of the Order and up until recently it had belonged to my father. And now he was passing the mantle on to me. I accepted the jacket, pulling it on and fastening the red leather strap that ran just below the chest. I squeezed my dads hand and nodded. He rolled back, allowing me my path to the door. I slipped outside, moving to my motorcycle and swinging on to it with ease. Turning the key in the ignition I cranked the throttle a few times.
Tonight the hunt began.
What the rest of the world took as an interesting story is actually the history of my family. My ancestor Van Helsing was the first, but many would come after him. Slowly what had started as one man would become a holy order. An order with but one purpose, to protect mankind from vampires. For years the Helsing Order has defended the world from the threat of vampires. Every member of my family has been trained to track, hunt, and kill vampires in order to protect humanity. Though it doesn't seem like a way for a child to grow up it is all I have ever known. It is a part of me, encoded in my DNA.
Every Helsing is a bit more than human. We are stronger, faster, more agile than any mortal has ever been. We have to be in order to do what we do and have any chance of survival. Our senses are sharper our reflexes quicker. And even that is not good enough. From the time we are old enough to talk and stand on our own we begin to train. A rigorous regime meant to hone mind and body for the task that we have been given. I began my training at five and was granted the status of huntress at fourteen, making me the youngest huntress in Helsing history. It's been six years, six long years of fighting monsters. Six long years of risking everything for the cause. Six long years of wondering...why is this our fate.
But such thoughts are ones I can not entertain for long. I know the answer. The ultimate reason that we train and hunt and fight so hard. All of it builds up to the end of the Hundred Year Sleep. Since the time of Van Helsing there has been an event called the Hundred Year Sleep. This occurs when Dracula, more properly known as Lord Alucard is slain. For the next hundred years the vampire population remains stable, they lay low and remain quite. But the closer it gets to the end of the time span the bolder they become. They know and we know what happens when that hundred years is up. At the end of the Hundred year sleep Alucard is reborn into a new vessel. As a result the vampire numbers shoot up.
It is a time of chaos and the busiest time for the Order as there are more vampires all bolder than before to be hunted and slain. The only way to in this surge is to eliminate the problem at its source. So every hundred years after the sleep ends it is the task of the leader of the order to hung down the newest incarnation and kill him, even if it is at the cost of their own life. It has been one hundred and five years since the last hunt. Five years of a vampire swell, but still no sign of Alucard himself. But with the increase in attacks and the boldness of the lesser vampires we know that the time has come. This Hunt should have been my fathers, but an injury has made it so he can no longer hunt. As his daught it is my duty to take his place. I will become the first female Helsing in history to challenge The Lord of Vampires...
A knock on my bedroom door pulled me form my thoughts and I placed my pen on the desk, shutting the cover of my black journal. "Come in..." I called as I glanced out the window. The sun was getting ready to set which meant soon the large mansion that I called home would be alive with activity as we got ready to work. The door swung open and I looked over to see my mother standing in the doorway. My mother, Mina Tepes, was a slender woman verging on her 50s. Despite her tiny stature, sweet face, and kind grey eyes I knew my mother was a capable vampire slayer. She had fought at my fathers side for years. By the look on her face I could tell the news she bore was not good.
"You must begin your hunt tonight. The situation is slowly becoming worse. Though it would seem that this newest incarnation has just come in to power his influence is spreading with surprising speed."
My moms voice was steady, but as she approached I could see the faintest flickers of fear and apprehension in her eyes. She reached were I was sitting and placed a large black box in front of me on the table. I looked at her quickly in shock, my hand trembling as I reached out to touch the silver Helsing crest. She simply nodded. I opened the box slowly. Laying on a velvet cloth sat two guns, both made of a pure black metal. These guns had belonged to our ancestor the original Van Helsing, and were custom made to fire special high impact rounds. Each clip contained at least 30 bullets made of the metal of a melted cross. I took the guns slowly in hand and stood.
"The sins of the damned must be purified in fire..." I said softly, reciting the familiar Helsing family tenet.
"Amen..." my mother uttered softly.
I gently placed the guns back in the box as my mom turned to quietly slip from the room. She knew that I would need my privacy to get ready. What I was facing was no ordinary challenge, no simple hunt. What I faced was what would be the greatest test not only of my skills but of my faith. In little ways I knew I had been rebelling against my fate. I had been sine I was a teenager. It had been simple little things, small motions against the strict tenants of family law. I stood in front of the mirror, examining the results of my passive defiance. Against my pale skin the pale pinkish red of my long hair stood out, a contrast against keen blue green eyes. I ran my fingers through my hair, flashing the multiple earrings that adorned my right ear. I had also gotten my lip pierced and another more hidden set of piercings elsewhere. Both the hair color and piercings were against the rules, but my skills and my parentage had given me leeway.
Sighing I disappeared in my dressing room to get changed for a long night of hunting ahead. As always I picked an outfit that wouldn't restrict my movement favoring fitted black cargo pants and a crimson bandeau top. The pockets would be useful and the bandeau was just more my style. Walking over to the dresser once more I donned the black choker with it's consecrated cross pendant that I almost never took off. Satisfied I pulled on my hip holsters slipping in the slender silver stakes as well as my knives. Adding my other goodies to various pockets I finally picked the guns up from their box. I held them in my hands simply adjusting to the weight for a moment. Finally I slid them into the holsters.
Uttering a soft sigh I exited the room and headed down the long hallway and down the flight of stairs that would put me in the front parlor. The mansion itself was rather large, as it held almost the entire order and had been built centuries ago. Had it not been my home sense before I was capable of walking I might have gotten lost in the almost endless corridors. As I trotted down the stairs, buckles of the knee high combat boots I wore jingling, I almost smiled. At the bottom of the stairs I stopped short in surprise. Waiting near the door in his wheelchair was my father. Robyn Helsing was an impressive man and a skilled hunter, the lean muscularity of his form leaving no doubt to the skill that a pleasant face, blonde hair and blue eyes that always seemed amused seemed to disguise. With my mother at his side they looked like a picture from a book of some sort.
Months earlier my father had lost the ability to walk after sustaining and injury to his spine during a hunt. He had killed the target but the injury was so severe that he would never be able to walk again. Though he was out of the field he was by no means out of the game and had taken to helping with the coordination of hunts and the training of newer Order members with my mothers aide. But now he was simply looking at me with a gaze of unrestrained pride. I knew that it was indeed from the thought of his daughter, his flesh and blood, being the one to take on the Hunt. He wheeled himself closer to me the smile still on his face.
"Revi, I want you to take this and remember you must kill that beast...at all costs."
My father took my hand for a moment before motioning to my mother. She walked over handing me a long black coat with the Helsing emblem emblazoned in red on the back. This was the jacket worn exclusively by the Head of the Order and up until recently it had belonged to my father. And now he was passing the mantle on to me. I accepted the jacket, pulling it on and fastening the red leather strap that ran just below the chest. I squeezed my dads hand and nodded. He rolled back, allowing me my path to the door. I slipped outside, moving to my motorcycle and swinging on to it with ease. Turning the key in the ignition I cranked the throttle a few times.
Tonight the hunt began.
