Post by van on May 30, 2012 2:51:29 GMT
Van didn't know what caused the bleeding, and didn't care. Maybe a fight, maybe an accident, but it didn't matter. His Tomb, a mile under the Kiri residence, someone's blood trickled down the pipes, and just enough that it hit the opening in the coffin and trickled down his throat. Van Coughed, and breathed. His body rippled, and his skin returned to it's former glory. Van breathed in, filling his lungs as a he made his mouth move, it drier then a desert.
In a second, Van punched the coffin top off, a bang that must have been heard in the house above. Van slowly pulled himself out, Falling to the floor after his 2000 year nap. Van pulled himself up, standing on uneasy legs and walked over to a small fridge, seeing it had lost power. He opened it anyways, seeing the blood had gone bad. He frowned, and sniffed, wondering," How long was I asleep? Fells like more then 100 years." Van was only exposed to be asleep for 100 years. He over shot it by 1900 years.
Van walked over to a wall, hitting a switch and walked up the steps that appeared behind the fake wall. Van Stopped, walking back and looked around, and spotted his belt hanging out of the coffin. He grabbed it, seeing his guns were still there. he smiled, and pulled the safety back, seeing that, like his body, they had been perfectly preserved and reserved to that no matter how long it had been, they would work when they got out of the coffin like him.
Van crept up the stairs, wishing he had a meal. He was ravaged, and he needed to eat to regain his strength. And then he needed to find out the year. Van stopped, seeing that the stairs ended and someone must have paved over his exit. Van frowned, and said," How long was I out?" he looked to the side, and held his hand, saying," Move." He hoped he had enough power to move the earth, and did. A new tunnel opened up, going around to where he found a wall.
Van tapped it, and then punched, hurting his fist more then anything. "I wanted to save these," He said, and pulled his guns after shacking his hand a little. He pointed, and then fired off 8 rounds from each. They were a custom model for him, way to strong for a human to use, and made a circle in the wall. Van kicked it, and the weakened wall gave way to a circle entrance.
Van slipped in, catching his breath as he looked around. He sniffed, and followed his nose to where a few bottles were laying around. It smelt like blood, but was off. He picked it up, reading it. A lot was beyond his head, but he knew what Synthetic blood meant. "They finished it?" he thought, sniffing and then carefully taking a small sip, then gulped it down, finding it tasted the nearly the same as real blood.
After seven bottles, Van wiped his mouth, feeling his strength returning. He looked around, sniffing and found the stairs. He stopped, looking over at the wall where there was a pipe and saw fresh blood. He wiped some off on his finger, sniffing it then tasted it. "Who are you?" He thought, and looked up the stairs, walking up with his guns pointed. These Bullets were the best back in his time, Made of silver, Mercury Explosive and Had a poison that Destroyed the blood in a creature. He was packing. One shot to the head and you would loose it. The recoil was to much for anyone but nobles and up.
"Where am I?" he thought, looking around. He looked out a window, seeing the night sky and breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't stand sunlight that well. He would burn. He turned, his guns at the ready as he smelt his own kind. He wasn't that popular, even among his own kind, back in his hunting days, so he wasn't sure if they would welcome him or kill him. He was Van Helsing after all, and being a watchmen to make sure the humans didn't learn their secrets and populations, he earned plenty of enemies on both sides. He frowned, sniffing and thought," s***," And ran, hearing foot steps. He blurred through the house, breaking through the front doors and away. He didn't need anyone seeing him. He needed to find the king. He ran, not careing where he went right now. He knew where on the globe he was, so if he went this way, he would be heading to the city soon.
Van followed the lights he saw, and found himself in a town of some sorts. He blinked, confused as he saw a child ride a board... In the AIR? He hid his shock and looked around, knowing he had been asleep for more then just a hundred years.
Van followed his nose, finding a place where the humans gathered. He breathed a sigh of relief. He knew what a mall was when he saw it, even if the tech was way advanced.
He walked in, looking from store to store, pausing in front of an electronic store with the time and date on it. "Holy s***," he whispered, seeing the year. It had been TWO THOUSAND YEARS! Van grabbed the wall, steadying himself. The shock was soon over, the thoughts of," I doubt I would be recognized. Oh gods, Alucard! I said just a hundred years! s***. And was that house I left the king's place? I don't understand," he thought, frowning as the store owner came over. "You OK man? You look pale." Van smirked, the joke old as he was. "I'm good. Just go back to your shift," He said, looking the man in the eye. His eyes turned an orange color, and the man blinked, his gaze turning lazy and he nodded, walking back inside. Van nodded, glad that his powers over humans still worked. Now he just needed to get some day light supplies.
"I heard this was the only make up store in the mall," he said, entering it. The woman at the counter nodded, and Van zapped her with his vision, and all her muscles relaxed. "I need everything on this list," he said, handing her a piece of paper he found and written on. "Get it," he said, and she nodded, walking off. He learned a long time ago how to walk in the sun. He needed better clothing to. He already had a lot of looks at him. He frowned, gazing up and seeing a camera. His face was turned down so his image wouldn't be captured. Van waited, seeing the girl come up and hand him a bag. He slipped it into his trench coat, saying," Forget I was here now, and go back to work." She nodded, blinking and walking back over to the counter. "Hello Sir. Looking for something?" She asked, her eyes on Van as he turned around. "No, I thought I saw something I needed. Turns out I didn't." Van left, heading for a clothes store. He would keep his coat, but he needed new clothes. The coat was special, made for him back in the 1000's, and would never wear out. Course, his other's clothes now had holes in them. Van walked along, looking at the sky lights in the ceilings and frowned. He looked at one of the clocks in the store windows, seeing it was 11 at night. He had a few hours before he needed to get ready for morning.
In a second, Van punched the coffin top off, a bang that must have been heard in the house above. Van slowly pulled himself out, Falling to the floor after his 2000 year nap. Van pulled himself up, standing on uneasy legs and walked over to a small fridge, seeing it had lost power. He opened it anyways, seeing the blood had gone bad. He frowned, and sniffed, wondering," How long was I asleep? Fells like more then 100 years." Van was only exposed to be asleep for 100 years. He over shot it by 1900 years.
Van walked over to a wall, hitting a switch and walked up the steps that appeared behind the fake wall. Van Stopped, walking back and looked around, and spotted his belt hanging out of the coffin. He grabbed it, seeing his guns were still there. he smiled, and pulled the safety back, seeing that, like his body, they had been perfectly preserved and reserved to that no matter how long it had been, they would work when they got out of the coffin like him.
Van crept up the stairs, wishing he had a meal. He was ravaged, and he needed to eat to regain his strength. And then he needed to find out the year. Van stopped, seeing that the stairs ended and someone must have paved over his exit. Van frowned, and said," How long was I out?" he looked to the side, and held his hand, saying," Move." He hoped he had enough power to move the earth, and did. A new tunnel opened up, going around to where he found a wall.
Van tapped it, and then punched, hurting his fist more then anything. "I wanted to save these," He said, and pulled his guns after shacking his hand a little. He pointed, and then fired off 8 rounds from each. They were a custom model for him, way to strong for a human to use, and made a circle in the wall. Van kicked it, and the weakened wall gave way to a circle entrance.
Van slipped in, catching his breath as he looked around. He sniffed, and followed his nose to where a few bottles were laying around. It smelt like blood, but was off. He picked it up, reading it. A lot was beyond his head, but he knew what Synthetic blood meant. "They finished it?" he thought, sniffing and then carefully taking a small sip, then gulped it down, finding it tasted the nearly the same as real blood.
After seven bottles, Van wiped his mouth, feeling his strength returning. He looked around, sniffing and found the stairs. He stopped, looking over at the wall where there was a pipe and saw fresh blood. He wiped some off on his finger, sniffing it then tasted it. "Who are you?" He thought, and looked up the stairs, walking up with his guns pointed. These Bullets were the best back in his time, Made of silver, Mercury Explosive and Had a poison that Destroyed the blood in a creature. He was packing. One shot to the head and you would loose it. The recoil was to much for anyone but nobles and up.
"Where am I?" he thought, looking around. He looked out a window, seeing the night sky and breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't stand sunlight that well. He would burn. He turned, his guns at the ready as he smelt his own kind. He wasn't that popular, even among his own kind, back in his hunting days, so he wasn't sure if they would welcome him or kill him. He was Van Helsing after all, and being a watchmen to make sure the humans didn't learn their secrets and populations, he earned plenty of enemies on both sides. He frowned, sniffing and thought," s***," And ran, hearing foot steps. He blurred through the house, breaking through the front doors and away. He didn't need anyone seeing him. He needed to find the king. He ran, not careing where he went right now. He knew where on the globe he was, so if he went this way, he would be heading to the city soon.
Van followed the lights he saw, and found himself in a town of some sorts. He blinked, confused as he saw a child ride a board... In the AIR? He hid his shock and looked around, knowing he had been asleep for more then just a hundred years.
Van followed his nose, finding a place where the humans gathered. He breathed a sigh of relief. He knew what a mall was when he saw it, even if the tech was way advanced.
He walked in, looking from store to store, pausing in front of an electronic store with the time and date on it. "Holy s***," he whispered, seeing the year. It had been TWO THOUSAND YEARS! Van grabbed the wall, steadying himself. The shock was soon over, the thoughts of," I doubt I would be recognized. Oh gods, Alucard! I said just a hundred years! s***. And was that house I left the king's place? I don't understand," he thought, frowning as the store owner came over. "You OK man? You look pale." Van smirked, the joke old as he was. "I'm good. Just go back to your shift," He said, looking the man in the eye. His eyes turned an orange color, and the man blinked, his gaze turning lazy and he nodded, walking back inside. Van nodded, glad that his powers over humans still worked. Now he just needed to get some day light supplies.
"I heard this was the only make up store in the mall," he said, entering it. The woman at the counter nodded, and Van zapped her with his vision, and all her muscles relaxed. "I need everything on this list," he said, handing her a piece of paper he found and written on. "Get it," he said, and she nodded, walking off. He learned a long time ago how to walk in the sun. He needed better clothing to. He already had a lot of looks at him. He frowned, gazing up and seeing a camera. His face was turned down so his image wouldn't be captured. Van waited, seeing the girl come up and hand him a bag. He slipped it into his trench coat, saying," Forget I was here now, and go back to work." She nodded, blinking and walking back over to the counter. "Hello Sir. Looking for something?" She asked, her eyes on Van as he turned around. "No, I thought I saw something I needed. Turns out I didn't." Van left, heading for a clothes store. He would keep his coat, but he needed new clothes. The coat was special, made for him back in the 1000's, and would never wear out. Course, his other's clothes now had holes in them. Van walked along, looking at the sky lights in the ceilings and frowned. He looked at one of the clocks in the store windows, seeing it was 11 at night. He had a few hours before he needed to get ready for morning.