VAN HELSING 3: SOUL HUNTERS
(disclaimers on pages 1-6. By the way, this chapter gets a tad gory, so if you're uncomfortable with stuff like mass bloodshed and violence, just skip this chapter.) Chapter 16: Returned rage and life. Victoria's eyes opened blearily to only blackness and cold. It wasn't long for her eyes to adjust, but when she could see, she wished he hadn't opened her eyes. She was trapped in a cage in a dark room. Her wrists were chained to the bars. She looked down at herself to see that her clothing had been replaced. She wore a long sleeved white shirt that only covered down to her rib cage and white pants that went to her knees. God, I can't wait until Gabriel gets these idiots. she thought. Her mind then reeled back to when her friends fell down the waterfall. How she tried to reach out for them, but she couldn't get them. Her screams replayed in her mind. What if they were hurt? Or kidnapped? Or... Dead? The last word hit her heart with a thunk. "No, they couldn't be!" she said aloud. She shook her head hard, trying to make the thought escape her head. Yet the thought was still there. She pictured Gabriel's pale, lifeless face under the surface of the water. "Please, no...no...." she scrunched herself up as best she could, forcing her tears back. She had shed enough this trip. When these thoughts came into her head, a bright light came from a door opening. The huntress turned away from it as two guards came. " 'Ello, lassie." said one with a Scottish accent. He opened the door to her cage and began to unchain her. "We just gonna take you to old Vladimir, is all." he said. The second guard cackled from behind him. As she was being set free, something stirred within Victoria. Just seeing the two men's faces made her feel sick. She needed them gone, far away from her as possible. They were responsible for everything. For the pain she was put through, the deaths of her friends, her family, and the nightmares. Victoria felt overwhelming rage consume her, an irresistible urge to see these men suffer. She felt old emotions as Furie resurface within her. After holding these feelings back for so long, she couldn't wait to unleash them. She let a cry of rage and punched the guard. As he was down, she grabbed his sword from the sheath and sliced his stomach open. The other guard let out a squeal of terror when he saw his comrade laying upon the cell floor. He turned towards the slayer with murder upon her face. She quickly made sure he shared the same fate, plunging the sword into the man's throat, sticking him to a wall. Victoria wasn't coming around soon, not as long as Furie was intent on bringing death to her foes. She burst from the room into the hallway. Three guards came and saw her in the hallway. Furie tensed, ready to fight. As one guard charged towards her, she grabbed his revolver from his holster and fired three shots. One landed in his arm, one in his heart, and the last in his throat. He went down instantly. The other two guards came towards her after the deed was done. She fired one bullet, which landed right in between one man's eyebrows. He was soon on the ground with a red puddle slowly forming at his head. Out of bullets, Furie dropped the gun. The last guard ran towards her, only to have his head clamped in her hands. There was soon a large CRACK as his neck bones snapped. Furie looked at the corpse with pleasure. She found a small knife at his waist. She picked it up and ran, unaware of where she was going and didn't care. As she hurried down a corridor, more soldiers came. She threw her knife into one, which landed in a heap upon the floor. She charged towards one who held a sword and quickly snatched it. She sliced open one man and stabbed upwards into his head, causing the sword to go red to the hilt. She turned towards the other man and quickly decapitated him without a second thought. The last thing that they ever saw was her flashing blue eyes, filled with rage and her brown hair shifting with every move she made. More guards soon came, and Furie could only smile. She broke into a charge straight towards her attackers. Unlike what they expected, she soon ran up a wall with her sword leaning down, slitting their throats. As more guards came wherever she went, blood soon stained the walls, and throughout the building, cries of rage, pain, and pleasure were heard. When Furie rounded one corner, she turned and saw the one person she was looking for. Vladimir. He gave her mock bow. "I see you've easily dispatched my men." he said, looking at the girl. Her eyes were filled with rage, and the sword she carried was red through and through. She was covered in enough blood to fill a tub, and not a single drop of it was her own. He looked behind her and saw the massacre held. Bodies and blood were everywhere. He turned to her and smirked. "Is your thirst for blood satisfied?" he asked. His response was a piercing cry and a blood-stained sword flying at him. He snatched the sword from her as she lunged and threw it aside. He grabbed her arm and pulled her close. He lowered her shirt sleeve, revealing the dark blood, which was in the middle of her palm. "I can make the pain stop..." he said his voice low. Furie's insides went numb. As she felt this feeling spread, she instantly tried to shake it off, but it was to no avail. Her eyes began to slide close... Furie felt her senses awaken when a burning sensation filled her throat. For a while, she felt something leaving her, leaving her feeling hollow and empty. She looked at her hand and saw the dark blood retreating. She then felt a surge of pain when she felt something new entering her. It felt cold, and it soon felt like it was trying to control her, sending waves of pain through her. She knew what it was in an instant: Sabrina's soul. One second. A lot of pain. Two seconds. Can't take it... Three seconds. "STOP! IT HURTS! GGAABBRRIIEELL!" Furie finally screamed. In her head, she was pleading for death, anything to make it go away. In an instant, the pain stopped. Furie looked up to see black blood at Vladimir's lips, which he wiped off. He looked at her and held her pale face in his hands. "One so beautiful should not be wasted." he said. He crushed his lips against hers. Furie felt herself go stiff. Her whole world was going black. She forced herself to stay awake, but she couldn't. She felt something else control her. "Vladimir...my sweet Vladimir." Sabrina said from inside Victoria. Her voice was different from Furie's. Instead of a musical tone she carried, a tough hard one came through. Furie's shining blue eyes darkened, giving them the appearance like pieces of dark ice. The boy's eyes widened. "Sabrina..." he whispered. He held her in his arms, feeling her go limp. He know that she had been pulled back into the half-angel's mind, forced to fight her to gain control. "Don't worry." he whispered. He gently kissed her forehead, knowing it would be soon. (Oh, snap! That's not good! Read and review! I need some inspiration from my readers!)
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