Supernaturals #1

[Spider-Man Beyond]

Supernaturals #1
Hellsing Lamia I (The Hellsing Vampire Part I)

Written by Thomas
Edited by Daniel Dyer

The lightning flashed across the dark and gloomy sky. A small car zoomed through the ocean of rain beneath. Its tires slid across the short bridge. In this small vehicle sat a family of three. A small boy pouted in his seat. His mother looked back at him and smiled.

“You like your new glasses, Jon?” she asked in a fading English accent.

“No,” the boy pouted. “I hate them.”

The boy’s mother only laughed in response. She turned back to her spouse who was huddled over trying to navigate his way through the storm. “Hear that, Richard? Your son hates his new glasses.” She winked at him through her own pair.

“Come on, Jon.” Richard relaxed a bit. “If you didn’t have them you would be as blind as a bat.” He quickly glanced over the seat, exposing his own pair propped on his nose.

That exact moment, young Jonathan felt a lump in his throat.

“Richard, look out!” At that instant the car crashed into something. It was sent flying, still intact with its three passengers. Amongst the panic and crack of thunder Jonathan heard a soft familiar voice: “Congelo.”

The vehicle seemed to freeze in midair for a second before crashing upside down. Jon watched as his new glasses flew from his face. He heard the windows shatter. “Mommy?!” his voice was horse. He heard nothing in response. His eyes started to tear. “Mommy!!” he cried out again.

He heard the strange voice from before almost in a response to his cries: “Beatus vos.”

His body started to warm up as he felt the ground shake around him. With his blurred vision he looked out the back blown out window to see an almost invisible figure step towards the wreak. The rain gave it a figure. Jon closed his eyes tight as it loomed over the destroyed car. The next second the sound of twisting metal filled his ears. It was hell.

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[Spider-Man Beyond]

A grown man of twenty-five shot out of his bed. His heart was racing. The high pitched sound of his alarm clock filled his ears. He slammed the snooze button. The instant the whine stopped he reached along the nightstand for his glasses. When he didn’t feel them on the polished wood he ducked down and found them on the floor next to his bed. He quickly fumbled them on and, not wanting to revisit the high pitched noise, reached for the off switch of his alarm clock.

“Another one,” he muttered in an English accent as he shuffled to his bathroom. Once there, he stared at his sand filled eyes in the mirror. He groaned as he drew a warm shower and slipped out of his boxers. While relaxing in the joyous heat of the water, the first thoughts of the day flooded into his head. After he finished, he wrapped himself in a towel and stepped out to his room. He glanced across the room to his clothes resting on a chair. He smiled at them and raised his hand.

“Levity,” he muttered. As if an act of magic, the clothes began to dance up off of the chair and float towards him. “Still got it.”

After changing into his new suit, he glided into his kitchen to grab a quick breakfast. As soon as the toast was covered in butter he rushed out the front door and off towards the sunrise. He had to get to the high school. Classes started today.

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[Spider-Man Beyond]

The last seven hours seemed to fly by. The last bell rang and a flood of students desperate to get away clogged the door way. Sara sighed as the last teenager fumbled out of the door.

Why did I even get that teaching degree if these kids can barely stay awake listening to me ramble on about George Washington crossing the Delaware? she wondered. She heard a gentle rapping on the door to her classroom that broke her train of thought. She glanced up to see a man standing in the door frame. He was tall and slender. A pair of glasses rested on his nose. He was quite average, but to Sara he was something more.

“Hey, Jon,” she sighed. The man chuckled as he stepped into the room.

“Tough day, Sara?” he asked as he took off his glasses and cleaned the lenses.

“You’re telling me.”

“It’s only the first day. It’ll get better.”

“Yeah, right,” she trolled sarcastically.

“Well, how about a... um... drink or sumt’in to chase away those blues?”

Sara eyed the blushing professor strangely. “Sure, Jon, but I have a lot of paper work.”

Jon grinned a little as he thought of an idea. He folded his hands together. “Ardeo.”

Suddenly, and without warning, Sara pushed her load of papers into the waste basket. “And now I don’t.” She jumped up out of her seat, shut down her computer, picked up her coat, and glided to the door. “Coming, Jon?”

Jonathon shook it off and followed her out the door. Little did Sara know that, as they locked the door behind them, a spark appeared out of nowhere and lit the papers on fire, burning them to ashes.

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[Spider-Man Beyond]

After a quick drive they arrived at the Coast Pub. They entered the dark and dreary building. It wasn’t that busy, only a few people scattered among the tables and the bar. They took a seat next to a man wrapped up in a trench coat with his face in his beer. The overweight bartender slid over to them.

“What can I get you?” he asked in a fluent Irish accent.

“Beer,” Sara muttered.

“The special,” Jon echoed. The man nodded and set for the back. Sara turned to Jon.

“So, what have you been up to this summer?”

“Notin’ special.”

“That’s exactly why you aren’t taken.” She paused as the bartender placed their drinks in front of them.

“Thanks, Tom.” Jon nodded at his old friend.

“Why don’t you go out?” Sara continued.

“My life is a little complicated.”

“What complicated? You’re a teacher at the local high school. Doesn’t get much planer than that.”

“Jonathan Stars,” the man sitting next to them rasped. Jon looked over to him, mysteriously. The man for the first time since they entered the pub looked up to reveal a mane of white hair lining his dark face. Jon smiled at the familiar friend.

“Robert.”

“Hey, knew I’d find you ‘ear.”

“Haven’t seen you for years.”

“Well, surprise.”

“What brings you to town?”

Robert laughed a little. “Actually us.”

“Us?”

“He’s goin’ kill me for this, but Victor’s in town too.”

A smile spread across Jon’s lips. “Oh, really?”

“Yup, he sent me to get you.”

“Well, I hate to keep him waiting. Sorry, Sara, gotta’ go.” After placing their payment the duo exited the pub into the glowing sunlight.

This doesn’t add up, Sara thought. Mr. “I don’t have a life” all of a sudden has friends. Something’s fishy. Sara slipped out of her seat and fallowed the couple outside. She followed them around the corner to an ally. Hello, the street’s the other way. She watched as the two stopped at a wall. Jon seemed to pull a stick out of his pocket and held it up to his chest.

“Verto.” Suddenly the stick began to glow and change. It grew in length until it resembled a shepherd’s staff.

“What the…!?!?!?” Sara shouted accidentally. The two turned quickly to find her peaking.

“Way to go, Jon. Your girlfriend found us out.”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Jon sneered at his friend.

“Well, anyway, you know what we have to do.”

“Yup.” Jon rushed up to Sara with blinding speed and opened his hand to her forehead.

“Wait!”

“Were mindful.” A wind seemed to build in his palm. Sara shut her eyes tight. After it charged it released. A rush of air flew past Sara’s head. She opened her closed eyes to see an astonished Jon. She didn’t feel any different.

“She… she… she…”

“Dodged it,” Robert finished.

Sara laughed at the new predicament. She quickly positioned herself and slammed Jon against the brick wall. “Alright, Jon, what’s up? How… what did you do?”

Jon breathed a sigh of forfeit. “Alright, Sara, what would you do if I said that all the tales you heard as kids, all the fairy tales, all the myths, all the monsters, were all real?”

“What?” she asked.

“The supernatural exists, Sara. And it’s all around us.”

“So what are you? Some kind of warlock or something?”

“Wizard, actually.”

“And you,” she turned to Robert, “are his lackey?”

“Alchemist,” he muttered under his breath.

“If you let me down, I promise to explain.” Sara gently lowered Jon to the ground.

“Now, about fifteen years ago my family was caught in an ‘accident’. It was in our car, but I’m certain something supernatural caused it. It killed my mom and paralyzed my dad. After that accident I went away for about five years and learned all I could about wizardry and everything supernatural. Now I try my best to hunt down that thing and make sure what happened to me doesn’t happen to anyone else.” Sara’s eyes widened as she absorbed all of it.

“And this Victor is?”

“Actually, that’s a long story,” Robert stepped forward.

+

[Spider-Man Beyond]

Five Years Ago

A group of four stood out in front of the tall stone church. Two had their faces hidden by cloaks. One had his face cloaked by a large hat that made him resemble an old west cowboy and the final one saw no need to hide his face. One of the cloaked figures dropped the staff he held.

“Levity.” It stopped about a foot above the ground and just levitated.

“Bastard chooses hollowed ground to rest his unholy army,” the other cloaked figure muttered.

“Makes me sick,” the cowboy spoke.

“Let’s get rid of him once and for all.” One cloaked figure held his hand up to the other.

“EGO planto a pactum per Victor Hellsing.” The other glowed with a strange aura.

“Thanks, kid.” Without hesitation Victor launched toward the bell tower with uncanny strength. The one without the cover finally spoke.

“Cover him, Jon.” Without word the staff flew up towards the heavens, circled around and came hurtling straight to the Earth.

With excellent timing Jon jumped on the staff, riding it like a witch rides a broom.

The coverless figure cracked his knuckles. “Let’s go.”

“After you, Robert.” The two final figures stepped toward the front doors of the church, determined to kill anything unholy inside.

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[Spider-Man Beyond]

Jon caught up to Victor at the bell tower. Victor was staring intently at the shadowed bells.

“I know you’re up there, you undead freak!” Victor shouted. “The eternal job my family had to trail with for thousands of years ends here with your death! You hear me you bloodsucking, undead freak!?”

He was answered by the screeching of thousands of bats. Without warning the shadows from the bells plummeted toward them.

Victor turned to Jon. “Can you take them?”

“Yeah.” Without further explanation Jon flew off with bats in close pursuit.

Victor was ready. This was between him and Dracula.

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[Spider-Man Beyond]

The undead queen paced back and forth in the sanctuary. She heard the commotion only seconds earlier. Now her lover was facing life or death. She stopped. Why was she to worry. He was unstoppable.

“You know he doesn’t love you.”

She turned to find someone dressed as an old west cowboy sitting in the pew in front of her.

“He will just dump you for the next beautiful face in the next century. Martini?” He held up a martini shaker he had hid from view.

She hissed at him, bearing her fangs.

“No? Oh, well.” He threw the shaker high above her head and, quicker than she could see, he drew a pistol and fired at it. A shower rained on top of the demon. Pain poured into every pour. “Holy water.” he smiled.

She held her head in pain as she braced herself against the stone wall. Suddenly she heard a clap and saw the wall become alive and wrap around her; binding her. She looked over to see a fancy dressed man.

“Alchemist.”

“Witch.”

They greeted each other.

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[Spider-Man Beyond]

Jon circled around the tower, casting spells and blasting every bat in his sight. Occasionally he glanced over at Victor, still locked in combat with the vampire lord. He cleared away the last of the bats and glanced over to the tower to see a horror of sights. Victor took a swing at the dark prince who disappeared into a mist. He watched as the mist reformed behind him.

Victor was in trouble. He kept his eyes forward as the vampire reform and grabbed him. He felt the creature’s breath on his neck. He heard every sneer chuckle.

“Welcome to the family.”

Victor cringed as a pain filled his neck and traveled down his spine. He felt the darkness over take him and the inhabitations in his head disappeared.

Jon felt the retaliation of the bite over his contract with Victor. He had no choice but to break it. As his body weakened he saw a new group of bats appear. He dove quickly to avoid them.

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[Spider-Man Beyond]

Robert heard the flutter of bat wings enter the sanctuary. He saw his friend and teammate jump off the pew, draw his holy guns, and fire blindly into the gang of bats. He saw Jon rocket towards him. He had to think fast. He used some of the carpet and cloth to transmute a makeshift cushion for Jon’s landing. He caught Jon as he crashed down.

“What happened, Jon?”

“It’s Victor... he was bit.”

“No.” Robert muttered.

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[Spider-Man Beyond]

“After we got out of that, our little group disbanded,” Jon finished his story.

“I’m sorry for you,” Sara spoke up.

“Come on.” Robert placed his hand on Sara’s shoulder. “You were just introduced to this world. You don’t need to show fake sympathy. Anyway, our little code earlier means we’re going to see if we can’t find him and face him tonight,” Robert explained.

“I want to help.”

“Are you crazy, girl?” Robert’s voice piped up. “You’d get killed.”

“Not if Jon did that thing with me.” The two weren’t sure what she meant. “The thing where you said his name and all.”

“Contract? Yeah right. You can handle it,” Robert laughed under his breath.

“I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you got hurt or worse, Sara.”

“I see.”

+

[Spider-Man Beyond]

Jon and Robert stepped in front of an abandoned warehouse. It took them all night to find this place. They were dressed in the same garments they wore to that night five years ago.

Without a word they walked straight into the warehouse. Meat hooks hung from the ceiling, but they weren’t the only thing. A figure of a man hung upside down.

“Hello, boys.” Its eyes shot open. “Better make this quick, it’s almost my bed time.”

Jon rose his hand; aiming. “Sunburst.” A fire ball shot out of his hand and nearly singed the hairs of the former Victor.

“Thought I’d flinch, Jon?”

The two kept stern faces. They panicked as they heard rushing foot prints behind them.

“Heads up, freak,” Sara yelled. She rushed toward Victor. The bags visible were under her eyes.

Robert looked over to Jon raising his hand. “Jon,” he said cautiously.

“I have to,” Jon muttered. “EGO planto a pactum per Sara Hawkeye.”

Sara felt like she was injected with caffeine. Time for those self defense lessons to pay off. She jumped at the boys’ former friend. He jumped off onto the closest ledge. Sara landed with a thud. She attacked the thing with her best moves, but it kept dodging her. This went on for a few more minutes until she saw, from out of the corner of her eye, a light hit the window. Perfect, now all she needed was an opening. As soon as she saw one she took it. She slammed the thing against the window. “Sun’s up. Nighty night.”

Strangely the only affect the sun seemed to have on him was to give him a chuckle.

“Didn’t they tell you?” he turned the tables on Sara. “Sun doesn’t affect me. I’m a daywalker!” With those final words he sunk his fangs into Sara’s neck and she felt a strange tingling.

To be continued…