Tales of the vampire hunter

The class was dead silent, you could've dropped a clothing pin and it would've sounded like an earthquake. Cheerilee herself was standing stock still and looking with wide eyes at the leather clad man with a fake name, her breath escaping her lips in gasps.

Her students had either hurried their heads in their hooves, some others were whispering to their side mates.

"If that was all, I'll take my leave."

Cheerilee finally shook herself out of her trance, she was shaking and her face portrayed complete and utter terror, but she still managed to speak up.

"Yes, of course, c-class dismissed."

But there was now four fillies, who still had things to say to the Human.

And they'd be damned if they didn't get to say it.

Helsing found the walk home, much like the walk there, to be uncomfortable. Albeit this time for different reasons. These were the first other than Cruz to hear his story.

Undoubtedly, this would lead to unfortunate situations.

He had before been chased out of villages. Sometimes because they didn't feel like paying, other times they were scared, and sometimes they believed him to be a vampire himself.

Unfortunately, they weren't far off.

But his dark thoughts were cut off short by the voice of someone he wished he'd shot.

"You're a faker!"

The voice of Diamond Tiara cleaved the air in two and almost made him want to shoot right there. His hand went to his smith and wessons, he could feel how his finger went and touched the trigger before he let go of the impressive weapon.

"What do you want you little pest?" He asked, turning to the filly who was accompanied by a tall but slim stallion, his cutie mark was a bag of money, perfectly fitting the expensive looking suit he was wearing. Presumably this was her dad.

"Mr Helsing, I'd appreciate it if you did not talk to my daughter like that." The stallion said, he looked absolutely terrified, as if what he was doing was threatening his life.

Again, it was not far off.

"I," Helsing said before pausing to point at the filly, "would appreciate it if your brat would talk to me with some respect."

"O-of course mr Helsing, Tiara dear, don't offend the nice man." He said hastily, turning to his child whom scoffed at him.

"I'm not going to respect some faker who tries to scare everyone." She said, pointing an accusing hoof at the hunter.

Helsing's brow once again hit the top of his goggles before they clamped down and again. He could feel every ounce in his bod wanting to slit the filly's throat. But he stayed his calm.

"Now what would make you say that?" He asked, pretty much already knowing the answer.

"Because daddy says that Vamponies don't exist, and neither does vampires, you've been lying to the entire class," her face lit up in a mocking smile, "just wait till I tell miss Cheerilee that."

Helsing could feel it, that feeling that tore at his nerves to let it go. But letting it free would mean the death of everyone in the entire town.

Much less important, it would end diamond tiaras.

But Helsing, as little as he cared for anyone in the village, still had unfinished business with a certain blacksmith, so he wasn't going to waste his time speaking with this little brat.

"I'm sure you'll be fine once they come for you then," Helsing said, turning on his heel and walking towards Caramels shop.

Diamond Tiara had been baffled that he hadn't reacted by throwing a fit, she had brought her dad hoping for that very reaction. So it would seem she had to go a little further.

"I bet it wasn't even your dad who killed your family, it was probably just you!"

Helsing stopped dead in his tracks. Everyone who had been going around their business now stood completely still and looked at the two verbal combatants.

"Now sweetie, I don't think its a good idea to anger miss Helsing any further," her dad was busily trying to shoo her away, but she would have none of it, she shoved his hooves away and continued the assaults.

"You killed your own family, you murderer!"

Helsing could feel it twitching, like a small ball of energy rotating within his stomach, it was so very close to surfacing. He had to get his feelings under control, otherwise they'd be dead.

"Shut up," Helsing yelled, before quickly adding, "or I can't guarantee for your safety!"

Tiara let out a big fake laugh, "hah, what are you gonna do? Kill me like you did your father?"

At that moment Helsing snapped, he could feel it envelop his entire body, he could feel how the shadows the houses around his cast were awaiting his command, he could feel his blood run faster.

He felt his fangs grow longer as they awaited blood.

"No," he said, almost so low it couldn't be heard, "but it will."

Shadows began forming underneath him slithering towards the shadows that were created by the houses. Once they connected, the shadows seemed to grow, moving closer and closer to Tiara who was now staring as Helsing seemed to radiate death.

"D-daddy, make him stop."

Filthy rich was just standing stock still, he was shaking and sweating as he saw the dark appendages move closer and closer, not only towards his daughter, but towards him.

"Daddy, make him stop!" Her voice was now quivering with fear, she obviously understood the danger she had put herself in.

"DADDY MAKE HIM STOP!" Her voice was now as high as it would get. The shadows had now surrounded her and was forming walls around the filly, until she was entirely trapped within the box.

"DADDY, GET ME OUT!" She shrieked and beat her hooves against the wall.

"He can't hear you."

Helsing's voice sounded much unlike his usual self, he didn't sound angry or bloodthirsty. In stead his voice sounded even more cold and uncaring than usual.

The filly turned frantically around, trying to locate the voice she was hearing. But where ever she turned she saw only darkness.

"W-where are you? W-what are you going to do to me?" Her voice now riddled with terror.

The voice rang again, this time accompanied by what looked to be Helsing standing in the dark distance, "me? I'm doing nothing. You brought this upon yourself by angering it." He said as he moved closer.

"W-where are we? What are you going to do to me?" Her face was now wet with tears of both psychic exhaustion and fright. Her legs were trembling and pee was running down her leg.

Helsing was now standing right in front of her, his hat dragged down so far that it hid his face, from where his bandana had been removed.

"This place has many names," he took a hand up and grabbed the edge of his hat, "it's been called the shadow realm, it been called the world of fear. But there is always one name that people stick to." His hand pulled the hat down, causing a momentary torrent of colors to sweep past the filly's eyes.

"Hell."

The hat was pulled down, revealing a terrifying grayling face with slit pupils, huge fangs, an almost snakelike nose, and a skull that seemed to be more jagged than round.

The tear stream of the filly had stopped, along with her breathing, she looked up at the gargantuan demon like entity. The leather clothes of Van Helsing was disappearing and was replaced by a slender dis proportioned body that sported a pair of symmetrical and holed wings. The skin looked like it was wrapped around the bones of the monster.

"As for what I'm going to do to you?" He said, his voice now much deeper and sounded like liquid metal hitting stone, "I can promise you only one that." He said, his index finger placed horizontally in front of the filly's face.

"Torment without end."