BOPRecruit 16
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Title: (Van Helsing Carry On Story #1)
Authors: BOP and Vera (only)
Rated: G to PG-13
Spoiler: Post-VH Movie
Clouds of darkness, lingering above, shadows calling to the wind, dancing and swirling across the sky of night. The breeze seems to create a soft whistling sound as it flows over a black, wooden stage coach drawn by six raven horses covered in metal armour for protection against the elements of the journey from Transylvania to Rome. They are dragging along their burden upon a path that is quickly approaching a vast plane of ground populated by the marble facilities of worship and a haven. The place that the occupants of the stage coach have come to known as The Order. An organization that combines all existing, dominating religions of the known world that secretly conform to combat and vanquish evil.
The dark forms of the passengers within' were quite, each deep into their own self reflection of their recent, and yet tragic, mission for The Order. One, was a tall, brooding figure dressed in shades of deep brown and black that matched his current aura. The jacket wrapped most of his body up in warmth from the cool breeze whipping by them, while the man kept his fedora hat low over his eyes. More in a manner to be left alone to his own doing, private thoughts than to be bothered by this companion opposite him, a friar. A man with short, sandy brown hair, who was clad in the robes of a monk but had the mischievious look of a young man in training to be a monk. His pale blue eyes nervously roamed the lush fields of grass whipping by and clashing with the borders of stone. Marble meeting nature.
Both men were clearly not interested in any verbal transcation for they were still trying to sort out their memories of the past events while trying to prevent painful images coming back to them. The hunter, Gabriel Van Helsing, was mourning over lost love and the last known link to his past to whom he estinguished, the infamous vampire lord, Count Dracula. Meanwhile, the friar, Carl, was shaken by the horror he faced of death and managing to come out of his journey unscathed, still alive. This operation had brought more sorry and pain than joy of their victory.
The clacking of horse shoes over stone could be suddenly heard above all else, overbearing memories and the creaking of the coaches' wheels upon pavement. The sound was like the thundering of the enraged skies during a storm. Soon, the horses hooves made a slight screeching sound as they came to a stop. Gabriel and Carl rocked in their seats from the momentium. The driver leapt down from his seat above them and came to open the side doors. Curtly nodding their heads in brief gratitude to the driver, they leapt off their ride and began to make their way across the vast courtyards and sets of steps that lead up to the entrance of the Roman Catholic Church (The Order).
***TO BE CONTINUED***
>>>Your Turn Vera! (Discuss Plot in Discussion Thread Soon/Now!<<<
Please do not post any comments, reviews, questions, or anything about the story. Leave that and comment in the discussion thread for this story. Thank you, that is all. --Sodapop Allerdyce (BOP)
Title: (Van Helsing Carry On Story #1)
Authors: BOP and Vera (only)
Rated: G to PG-13
Spoiler: Post-VH Movie
Clouds of darkness, lingering above, shadows calling to the wind, dancing and swirling across the sky of night. The breeze seems to create a soft whistling sound as it flows over a black, wooden stage coach drawn by six raven horses covered in metal armour for protection against the elements of the journey from Transylvania to Rome. They are dragging along their burden upon a path that is quickly approaching a vast plane of ground populated by the marble facilities of worship and a haven. The place that the occupants of the stage coach have come to known as The Order. An organization that combines all existing, dominating religions of the known world that secretly conform to combat and vanquish evil.
The dark forms of the passengers within' were quite, each deep into their own self reflection of their recent, and yet tragic, mission for The Order. One, was a tall, brooding figure dressed in shades of deep brown and black that matched his current aura. The jacket wrapped most of his body up in warmth from the cool breeze whipping by them, while the man kept his fedora hat low over his eyes. More in a manner to be left alone to his own doing, private thoughts than to be bothered by this companion opposite him, a friar. A man with short, sandy brown hair, who was clad in the robes of a monk but had the mischievious look of a young man in training to be a monk. His pale blue eyes nervously roamed the lush fields of grass whipping by and clashing with the borders of stone. Marble meeting nature.
Both men were clearly not interested in any verbal transcation for they were still trying to sort out their memories of the past events while trying to prevent painful images coming back to them. The hunter, Gabriel Van Helsing, was mourning over lost love and the last known link to his past to whom he estinguished, the infamous vampire lord, Count Dracula. Meanwhile, the friar, Carl, was shaken by the horror he faced of death and managing to come out of his journey unscathed, still alive. This operation had brought more sorry and pain than joy of their victory.
The clacking of horse shoes over stone could be suddenly heard above all else, overbearing memories and the creaking of the coaches' wheels upon pavement. The sound was like the thundering of the enraged skies during a storm. Soon, the horses hooves made a slight screeching sound as they came to a stop. Gabriel and Carl rocked in their seats from the momentium. The driver leapt down from his seat above them and came to open the side doors. Curtly nodding their heads in brief gratitude to the driver, they leapt off their ride and began to make their way across the vast courtyards and sets of steps that lead up to the entrance of the Roman Catholic Church (The Order).
***TO BE CONTINUED***
>>>Your Turn Vera! (Discuss Plot in Discussion Thread Soon/Now!<<<