Tales of the vampire hunter

"HES HERE, ALERT THE MAST *gurgl*"

The pale mans shout was cut short as a crossbow bolt pierced his throat, causing volatile gurgles and blood spurts. The glowing red eyes of the culprit never once looking at his victim, he kept his eyes directed forward.

The corpses littering the halls didn't belong to him, at least not all of them. He strode past them, the sound of his leather boots echoing off the walls of the Transylvanian castle. A small gust of wind snuck through the window, teasing his ears.

Yet he kept on moving forward.

Yet more of the pale men stepped in to sight, some of them appearing in puffs of smoke. Others, these looked more like crude ghouls, having lost almost all resemblance of humanity.

"The hunter is here, kill him in the name of the count." One of them screamed as he charged forward.

The hunter, as he was apparently known, dragged out a small bottle from within his heavy trench coat, it had a glowing red liquid in it that seemed to radiate warmth. He hurled it towards the charging ghouls, the bottle immediately shattered, melting the flesh of the horrid creatures, their screams of agony apparently having no effect on their murderer.

The robed ones looked terrified, they shook their head, as if wanting to chase the fear away. Small glowing balls of darkness started forming in their hands. They thrust their palms toward the hunter, who promptly jumped into the air, drawing out a crossbow and a knife as he did.

He fired a bolt at one of the mages, shattering his skull with its blunt tip. Afterwards he turned towards the second, hurling the small knife which promptly imbedded itself in his chest, causing a small ripple to go through his body before he fell over.

The knife detached itself from the dead mans chest, flying directly back towards its owners hand who grabbed it just as he landed.

"Is that all you can do dear count?" He asked, his first words within the castle being those of mockery, "I expected better from you!"

His answer was a rippling gust of wind that tore at his jacket, revealing weapons and bottles strapped to his torso and hip.

"Shit!" He loudly exclaimed, running towards the end of the hall.

A pair of huge double doors, his hand reaching in under his jacket, pulling out a pistol with an incredibly wide gun barrel. He fired it directly at the door, attaching what looked to be a metal spider onto the handle.

Which after a few seconds and about an inch worth of fuse, exploded. Shattering the door and exposing what would've been the dance hall.

In stead, it was a sacrificial chamber.

Hundreds of bodies littered the floor, all of them either horribly mangled or unrecognizable. All of them had a small transparent rope attached to their stomachs. Said rope lead directly into one man sitting on a throne.

"Ahh helsing," he said, looking up at the hunter, "so it's you who've been killing my servants," his look was one of annoyance, not anger, just annoyance. The kind of look you would give a bug walking on your sandwich.

"Count," Helsing said in a neutral tone, he had no interest in conversing with his target.

Especially not when he ached to kill him so badly.

"Oh drop the formalities will you?" The count said, waving a hand at Helsing, "just call me by name in stead of title. You don't find me calling you hunter, now do you?"

The eyes of Helsing narrowed ever so slightly, his goggles concealing most of his barely contained range, he could feel the transformation begging him to be let loose, but he knew that meant his death.

"Fine, Count Dracula."

Dracula clapped slowly, his smile ever mocking the leather clad vampire hunter, "very good, the errand boy has manners I see. So who sent you this time? Is the Belmont family too lazy to do their own work nowadays?"

"No payment," he said, his bandana muffling his voice, forcing him to speak louder than he would've liked, "but you have something that belongs to me."

The Count looked utterly taken aback, he wasn't one for stealing, he had all the things he could ever need. Loyal servants, any woman he could wish for, his castle, almost unlimited power.

"What are you speaking of? I'll see if I can spare it." Dracula said, leaning back in his chair.

"You have her," Helsing said, pointing down at the corpse of a blonde woman.

"Oh no I can't have you take her, she far too important to me." The count said, smiling deviously.

"Well then I'll take her," He said, pulling out a revolver and aiming it straight at the Vampire lord.

"Doesn't matter, I'm al ready finished."

The rope that before had bound all of the corpses now retreated into the Count, a small crystal apparently holding all of them there.

"You see Helsing, I've grown tired of this place, I'm going off on new exciting adventures, new necks to feast upon, new lands to terrorize, the basics." Dracula said grinning cockily.

"Give me that crystal now!" Helsing shouted loudly, raising the revolver so it aimed straight for the Counts head.

"But that wouldn't be any fun, now would it Helsing," the crystal began glowing, a small line forming in front of it. It started tearing the air in front of Dracula, twisting and bending the empty space, until a glowing white shred had formed in the middle of nothing.

"Bye bye Helsing." The count said as he dove into the rift, his cape flapping wildly behind him.

The Vampire hunter charged forward, intent on getting the count before he escaped.

So he dove into the portal.

And this is were our story begins