Tales of the vampire hunter

"Helsing, why have you summoned us at such a late hour?"

Helsing was sitting in the opposite side of the room. Or more, accurately, lying. His fight with Balor had caused five broken ribs, even more of them bent, and a severe concussion to the head. How he had even made it back was a mystery. Either through magic, or sheer willpower. He had made it.

"It'll be easier to explain if you'll come closer," he said, his hand reaching for a book lying on the bedside shelf. It was the same book Twilight had been reading for a week now.

Vampires and their hunters.

The princesses walked closer while Helsing shifted through the pages. They still weren't the most trusting of the human, and the incident with Diamond Tiara hadn't done anything to remedy that.

"Here," he said, having reached the designated page he handed the book to them. Celestia recognized the chapter immediately, it was about Dracula and his lietnaunts.

"Was bedtime stories a crucial matter Mr Helsing?" Celestia asked in a mocking voice

Suddenly Helsing's wounds didn't seem to matter, his hands darted up to Celestias mane, yanking her down directly to his face, no longer concealed by the bandana, his fangs were fully exposed.

"The crucial matter of interest Princess," he hissed, "is that somehow Dracula has recreated Deaths scythe." His hands let go of her mane and she tumbled back looking bewildered and scared.

"And what exactly does that have to do with us?" She asked, straightening her mane absent mindedly.

"Perhaps I can explain," Twilight said, butting in to try and avoid the conflict she heard brewing. Her horn lit up, and the book was levitated towards her, she opened it on the same page as Helsing had. Revealing the crucial chapter.

vampires and their hunters: Dracula: Lietnaunts: death

death is not as much a lietnaunts as he is a friend of Dracula. The friendship first started when Dracula actually saved Deaths life by creating the scythe of the crescent moon, or as it is known in laymen's terms, the bone scythe.

After this, Death swore to serve Dracula in all means. He is undoubtedly the most powerful of all Draculas allies, but he has one weakness. While the bone scythe gives him eternal life, he has to be recreated every time he dies. This can only be done by supplying the bone scythe with souls. More specifically, a soul of pure light, and one of pure darkness.

As Twilight finished reading the chapter everyone's eyes had grown at least a thumbs length in width. Eventually Celestia turned towards the hunter once again, "and you believe he will use me and my sisters souls for this ritual?" She asked.

Helsing nodded, or nodded as much as he could while his head was lying on a pillow, "you are the only two possible candidates." He said, once again looking towards the ceiling.

"We will look into the matter immediately then," Celestia said, turning around and gesturing for her sister to follow.

"Where is the real Princess?"

For everyone concerned, this was easily the weirdest question Helsing had yet to ask. But for some reason it made Celestia stop dead in her tracks.

"How did you find out?" Celestia asked, but her voice was suddenly lower and more masculine. An obvious contrast to her normally feminine and light voice,

"I could sense you from the moment you stepped in," Helsing answered, now pointing a gun at the princess of the sun, "now unveil yourself, Legion."

Twilight's head whipped to face Celestia, her eyes wide with confusion and fear. And before their eyes, Celestia started changing. She became smaller, her horn became jagged and sharp, her wings became less feathery, and eventually turned into those of an insect. Her pale white coat turned obsidian like black, and her eyes turned completely green.

A changeling.

"CHANGELING!" Everyone shouted in unison, they took a step back, waiting for him to try and escape, and he would've. If it wasn't for Helsing pointing a loaded revolver towards him.

"Who are you?" Helsing asked, gun still pointed towards the now shaking changeling.

"O-obsidian flitterer," the changeling said, voice shaking with fear. Small beads of sweat started to form on his skeleton like forehead.

"Where is Princess Celestia?" Helsing asked, getting straight to the point. He didn't want to spend time with interrogating a changeling when he had more important things to take care of.

"I-I don't know, I was just told to impersonate the princes." Obsidian said.

"By who?"

"Some large guy with a glowing red eye."

Helsing sighed and lowered the gun, "get out of here, if you return to your employer, I will kill you."

The changeling still looked frightened at Helsing. He shifted uncomfortably in place before looking at Luna. After a little time Luna nodded aswell. Obsidian sighed and smiled to the six friends, unsurprisingly none of them smiled back. He flew out the open door to the sound of shocked screams outside.

"It looks like they've already taken the next step." Helsing said, lying back down onto the bed.

"We need to find her," Rarity almost screamed, "who knows what they'll do to her!"

"Kill her," Helsing said matter of factly.

.......

"Well then we have to find her quickly!" Fluttershy whispered.

Helsing's eyes shifted onto the large map of Equestria, his eyes darting around the map, until he caught onto a small mountain range close to the town called Applelosa.

His hand shifted shifted towards the south, and yes, he could definitely sense something there. Something big was being worked on, dark magic. It had been going for a while.

"I think I know where they are."

The train was just arriving, the wheels churning and coming to a halt as it arrived on Ponyville. There was a total of seven ponies and one human heading to Applelosa.

Helsing was wearing his usual attire today. Red bandana, leather hat and coat, and of course, inside the coat he had his usual armament. But he was waiting for another one to arrive.

And that pony was arriving right now.

Caramel was carrying a particularly large package on his back. Some holes allowing the light to catch the metal inside. He was smiling confidently, actually that wasn't the only change, he was wearing a particularly expensive looking suit, alongside with a top hat with a gem embedded in the middle.

"Here you go," Caramel said, pushing the package off his back and into the hand of Helsing. It was incredibly, much too heavy for what Helsing had ordered. He removed the cloth, revealing a carefully crafted steel sword with a sharp silver edge, not only that, but gold lines had been drawn all over the sword.

"A well paying customer deserves the best," Caramel said with a smile.

"Thank you," Helsing said, sheathing the sword in the scabbard placed on his back. Afterwards his hands darted in under his coat, pulling out a large scroll, which he handed to Caramel.

"I need this to be built for when I return," Helsing said, while Caramels eyes grew wide as his eyes scanned the drawing. His hand went back under his coat, bringing out a particularly large bag of silver, "this is your payment."

Caramel nodded, still looking at the drawing, "am I right when I assume this is to be made out of brass?"

"Yes, you are." Helsing answered, nodding with his arms now folded.

Caramel nodded before rolling the scroll back together and placing it in his mouth, he extended his right hoof, where Helsing un ceremonially placed the wallet.

"Pwessure oing bsness wit hyou." Caramel said, his voice obstructed by teeth and paper.

Helsing nodded before turning around to face his fellow team. All of Twilights friends along with Luna were going to join him here, despite his pleas for them not to.

"Are you sure we should be headed there?" Twilight asked, for about the 14th time since they left the library.

"Yes," Helsing said, nodding grimly, "The ritual is happening in the Badlands."