#probably more viciously cutting stuff for the goods I’ve written lately for it

[emeraldcreeper]

The funnest part of an unmedicatable migraine that never ends is that you can’t even get it together enough to have fun past staring at a word document and hating yourself for 30 minutes as the general pain gets worse as I stare at the bright fucking screen, the real thrills of life here man, especially with the brain fog where I can’t goddamn think of words which gets worse when I’m in pain, that’s my favorite part/s

[misterewrites]

So you discovered a terrible secret and you regret it (title pending)

Hello everyone, Mr.E here and I am finally finished with my original work! YAY! WOOO! Sorry I was using this to get back into the swing of things before I start writing pirates part 3. 

So I love me my supernatural, gothic horror. I’ve made that very clear during the monster hunter au I wrote and I didn’t want to bog that all down with the ideas i kept coming up with so I decided I would make my own series so I didn’t clog that au up. I don’t know if I’m going to keep this going (in true fashion I have written a whole plot for this) but if you like what you read, let me know. I am more than happy to keep writing this story especially if I need breaks from writing other stuff.

So the story: Viktor Von Issac is the classic vampire hunter. Veronica is a huge fan of his work and his stories and loves reading every story she can about him even if she’s a Junior in High School and working on keeping her grades and social life alive. But one day, she stumbles upon a well kept secret about her school and she realizes maybe she was wrong about a few things. 

That’s basically it. I made my own Van Helsing.Umm yeah let me know what you all think, if I should keep it going, if you enjoyed it. Have an amazing week everyone, see you soon with the part 3 of the pirates au and I hope you enjoy my crazy story! 

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Estella's heaving and huffing could scarcely be heard over the booming thunder, the violent rattle of the slowly crumbling church that shook to its very core, rain pouring through the broken, decaying structure like moonlight.

She strained her ears for any sign of the monster that chased them but between the bleeding Henryk's gasps for air and the rhythmic pounding of rain against the flooded wooden floor, nothing could be heard.

“Come on” she whispered hopefully to the dying man she carried around her shoulders “Just a bit further.”

Henryk groaned in response but gave no words.

Fear began ebbing into Estella's resolve, her boots sloshing against the slowly rising tide.

“We'll be okay” She whispered to herself in a blind hope “We'll be okay”

A chilly wind swept through the abandoned place of worship, a numbing frost spread throughout her body. She could feel her legs wobble and sway uneasily, Henryk's body growing heavier each passing moment and the syrupy urge to give in tugged at her, beckoning sweetly.

Estella bit her lip hard, the sharp pain awakening her instincts, renew vigor flowing through her and the will to press on overcame the terror that had been quietly growing.

The door was just a few feet away. Just a few more feet and she could escape deeper into the forest with Henryk.

Her heart stopped when she heard the moaning of the old oak doors open, the rusty hinges shrieking into the night while a silhouetted figure stood in the door frame menacingly.

“Vampyre” Estella murmured under her breath, her body tensed for battle as she reached for a knife tucked away in Henryk's coat pocket.

“I am afraid you are mistaken my dear” the shadow replied with a reassuring tone “I am no vampyre, I am...”

“Von Issac!” a warm feeling ignited within her despite the frigid rain as famed vampyre hunter Viktor Von Issac stepped forth from the shadows and into the moonlight.

He was no different than last she saw the slightly older man: His handsome youthful face brimming with a cocksure confident that contrasted with his well kept black and gray hair, his hazel eyes narrowed with both worry and conviction. A soothing grin graced his lips. His long frayed black coat and white collared shirt soaked from the rainfall. He wiped at his black dressed pants, his matching loafers dully echoing the splashes of water as he made his way closer.

“Von Issac.” Estella began but he rose a hand to silence her.

“We haven't any time. You and my brother have foolishly followed an ill fated plan and now Malikiah rouses from his slumber. You two must make haste and leave.”

“Viktor...” Henryk crocked, his hand weakly reaching for his kin.

Viktor took his brother's hand, clasping it tightly in his grasp “I am here my brother but you must not be.”

Viktor turned to Estella, a grim determination ablaze in his eyes “Take him to a doctor for if I fail at least the Von Issac name does not end with me.”

“Viktor...” Estella whispered softly, her heart aching with longing “I cannot just leave you here to face that....thing.”

Viktor cupped Estella's face gently “What has happened has happened and regrets have been made but I am afraid this is not the time. You cannot remain. You must leave.”

“But...”

“GO!” Viktor shouted without warning.

Startled and against her own wishes, Estella bolted through the door, her frame swallowed whole by the shadows.

Viktor let out a saddened sigh as the echo of footsteps approached from beyond the church altar.

“Malikiah” he growls furiously as he pulled out his trusty crucifix and cane.

A sweet whistling fills the air, piercing effortlessly through the pouring rain and deafening thunder. It is a slow melody of a song Viktor's mother once sang to him long ago. A treasured memory twisted and corrupted.

“I so loved the Hall of the Mountain King.” Viktor spoke calmly “But you knew that didn't you, Malikiah? Darkly attempting to taint my childhood.”

Two irises of red filled with amusement appear from the swirling, shifting night.

“Indeed but now that you have traveled deep into the darkness, into my kingdom, did you like what you found little Gynt?”

“Hardly” Viktor spat viciously.

“Oh well.” A toothy smirk gleamed through the dark.

Von Issac held his breath as, for the first time in nearly a decade, his most hated foe stepped into the moonlight: His black and white hair were short and impeccably groomed, his eyes a hungry red. He wore only the finest clothing, black as his soul and the interior of his cape as red as the blood he sought to drain. His skin was a deathly pale but still possessed an inhumanly timeless face much like a statute from an ancient empire long since passed. His fingernails were long and beastly as the steady dripping of crimson fell from them.

Malikiah glided across the water, soundless and without disturbing the surface, the shadows clung to him and trailed behind like a cloak.

Viktor held his crucifix high, its outline glowing with a heavenly bright light that grew brighter with each moment.

Malikiah raised his claws, a twisted smile etched on his face as he inched closer, bloodust singing in his eyes as he lunged forward, fangs bare and....

The scene changed and instead of an epic fight to the death Veronica was hoping for, a well dressed man appeared onscreen, some soda product in his hands and a forced smile on his lips.

“Oh come on!” she cried, angrily growling at the television “It was just getting to the good part! I didn't finish my homework at school for this crap!”

“Are you yelling at the television again sweetie?” Her mother called from the other room.

“Yes!” Veronica answered truthfully “This is the last movie in the classic 1950's Von Issac series and they always cut it off during the big fight between him and Malikiah.”

“It's fiction sweetie.”

“It's annoying is what it is.” Veronica huffed, angrily plopping on her bed “Ugh I hate when it's getting good and suddenly without warning, boom! Commercials.”  

“Shouldn't you be asleep?”

Veronica coughed softly as she dove under the covers, feigning sleep when her mother's footsteps drew closer.

RIIIIIIIING.

Veronica let out a sleepy yawn, rubbing tiredly at her hazel eyes. Her medium length brown hair was tied in a hastily put together ponytail. The 16 year old was rocking her usual fashion of a pink collared dress and black dress pants.

Her tiredness slowed her efforts to open her locker and bolt before a certain person arrived. Normally she wouldn't even have to see him if she was quick enough but between her late night movie binge watching session and her English homework, her mind was too fatigued to properly focus. She resisted scoffing in annoyance as Richard Todd lazily strolled up to the neighboring locker, his gray eyes shooting a quick glance to the book she held in her hand.

True to typical Richard fashion he was wearing that stupid black beanie over his reddish brown hair, a leather jacket over his black t-shirt, faded denim jeans tucked into the most stereotypical boots to be found in every single teenage drama show ever. The very picture of a boy trying too hard to be bad.

“You know.” Richard began, his hands twisting and turning at the knob “It's weird to see you still here. Running late?”

“None of your business” Veronica shot back.

“Snippy as ever” Richard rolled his eyes in irritation “And still reading that fictional crap?”

Veronica slammed her locker door angrily “Hey! It's a good series. One of the better Von Issac stories. You don't see me mocking any of your favorite books.”

Richard scoffed in response “You know nothing of Von Issac.”

She stuck out her tongue “I know more than you! You probably have never read a Von Issac story in your entire life!”

“I prefer his original work” Richard admitted, his hand shifting through his locker contents “But I doubt you ever read it. It is extremely rare. “

“Oh please you're just saying that to get a rise out of me” Veronica frowned.

“I do no such thing”

“Oh? Is that why you keep mocking me?” her eyes flared furiously “Provoking me by judging my book choices. You don't even read! You wouldn't know a good book if it hit you over the head!”

Richard closed his locker and cracked his fingers nonchalantly “Of course I would. Books are the best for blunt force trauma.”

Veronica scoffed, eyes narrowed in a glare as Richard left without a word.

“I can't believe him” she murmured quietly to herself “Judging me on my book choices.”

“Yeah I totally ship it.”

Veronica turned and openly glared at her approaching best friend.

Sally Hawkins was the same age as her bestie with long black hair often tied in a braid that hung off her shoulder. She had a few freckles sprayed across the bridge of her nose that drew attention to her light brown eyes. Today's outfit of choice was a dark navy blue shirt with the slogan “Will art for food” with various ink and paint stains all over her jeans, her feet comfortably exposed to the chilly morning air in their flip flop shelter.

“Don't you start Sally” Veronica threatened, finger poised to further her point

“I'm just saying he's cute, you're cute. That's like a third of the shipping cornerstone.”

“He is not cute!”

“Just a little Ronnie?” Sally asked, gesturing with her finger and thumb nearly touching one another.

“Not even a little.” Veronica smacked her bestie's hand away “He is the worst.”

“I don't know” Sally replied gently “I mean he just teases you. I've met guys that are far worse than that. And it's not like he's cruel about it. Everyone knows how defensive you get about your books.”

“I like to read.” Veronica huffed

“What kind of popular girl are you? Reading like you enjoy it. Psst.”

“I do enjoy it Sally.”

Sally shook her head in disappointment “For shame.”

“Besides” Veronica went on “It's not just the books. It's his whole attitude towards me.”

“Oi vey. Here we go again.”

“It's true Sal! He seems to be out to personally annoy the hell out of me.”

Sally shook her hands mockingly “Watch out. You said hell. You must be sooooo right about your assumptions”

“Look, if he isn't making fun of my books....”

“We all do sweetie but go on.”

Veronica glowered at Sally through gritted teeth “Like I was saying, if he isn't making fun of my books, he actively bars my path”

Sally stopped, lost for a moment “Bars? Did you really just say bars? Like impede? Why didn't you use impede? That's a much better word.”

“Sally, focus sweetie.”

“....Bars?” She mouthed once again but her fuming best friend continued with her rant

“Anyway, I can literally count the times he has either forced me out of a room or blocked me from entering a room or actively shooed me away from some dark corner of the school. I don't care what he does but it's my right to travel wherever I want! He doesn't the own the school and he sure as hell can't tell me where to go! I tell me where I go!”

“Mhm” Sally murmured “Did you ever think that maybe it was for the best? I mean he's the resident stereotypical bad boy. Doesn't talk to anyone.”

“Almost always ditching class” Veronica added

“No one really knows anything about him or where he disappears off too.”

“Friends with the stoners that smoke in the third floor boy's bathroom.”

“Cute” Sally tried to sneak in but was quickly silenced by a gentle smack to the arm “Oww! Okay okay. But seriously he hits all the check marks. Clothes, attitude, general lack of...okay no that's every teen trapped in school. ”

“He's just a wannabe.” Veronica fumed “He's acting out because it's cool or something. You know what?”

“No but I bet you're going to tell me whether I want to hear it or not.”

“I'm not going to let him push me around anymore.” Veronica continued

Sally sighed in response “Yeah that's what I thought.”

“The next time he tells me to leave the room or tries to stop me, I'm just going no to him! And do whatever I was planning on doing! Yeah! This is a good plan.”

“If it's a good plan, why do you need to confirm to yourself that it in fact is a good plan?”

“Oh shut it Sally. It's called positive reinforcement.”

“Is that what you call it? I usually call it denial.”

“I hate you so much.'”

“Love you too sweetie.”

To say that Veronica was distracted by her fantasy of vengeance through first and well into second period would've been an understatement. The proper term would've been consumed.

She dug up half buried memories of all her fellow Junior's slights against her: The time he refused to let her into the chemistry room to retrieve her notebook, knocking her food off her tray without a second thought (he did it to other people as well but started with hers), that weird flower he left in her locker that made her violently ill.

And with each passing moment, her anger grew and grew to an uncontainable fury.

She was not going to take this anymore! She refused to let this carry on any further and this time Richard was going to answer for all he had done, whether he remembered or not! And given the fact his seat was currently empty which meant he ditching class once again, he was probably off doing something stupid and Veronica wasn't really sure where this was going but it gave her a smug satisfaction nevertheless that she was a diligent student who tried her best even if school wasn't the most engaging!

“Miss Rizal, is there any particular reason you are trying to destroy your pencil?”

Veronica blinked once and instead of being wrapped in the joyous rapture of finally standing up to her most hated foe, she found herself staring at a very unamused English teacher, gray eyes searching hers for an answer.

“Oh!” she instinctively straightened up “Miss Seybold, I'm sorry! I...I was distracted”

The 28 year old pursed her lips, pressing her glasses further on the bridge of her nose “I can see that. Any particular reason why? It isn't like you to wander during English.”

Perhaps it was due to her unrestrained anger or perhaps because he was the last thing on her mind but Veronica couldn't help glancing over to the empty desk.

Miss Seybold caught her gaze at once “Mr. Todd is not here and none of your concern. To each their own and Mr. Todd has chosen not to be here.”

“Why doesn't the school suspend him?” Veronica asked quizzically “He's missed more than the appropriate amount of days.”

Miss Seybold's brown eyes widened for a moment before becoming indifferent, cold.

“I believe that is not your decision Miss Rizal. Besides I am sure Mr. Todd has his reasons for not being here. Regardless, you should probably focus on your work. It is the more pressing issue”

Veronica pouted for a moment, the embers of her rage still burning despite the conversation “May I use the bathroom?”

“Of course.”

“Deep breaths Ronnie.”

Veronica stopped a moment, taking the deepest breath she could muster.

She forgot how easy it was to get angry, to let loose her emotions in an uncontrolled torrent.

Leaning against a random locker, she could hear the noises of the school: The scraping of sneakers against the sleek tile floors, the murmuring of teachers at work, the scratchy noises of chalk against a solid surface.

Veronica paused for a moment, thinking to herself “Chalk?”

She glanced around, ear straining to find the source of the noise.

It was soft, nearly inaudible but definitely something being scribbled upon.

Veronica frowned: Should she investigate further? It's only been a minute since she left the classroom and while she had no intention of actually going to the bathroom, if she took too long Miss Seybold might not be happy when she returned.

More scratching. Patient and controlled. Whoever was doing this was in no rush to finish whatever it was they were working on.

“I'll check it out” she decided “I can just see and tell Miss Seybold. She'll call the janitor and proctor and it'll all be good. Awesome.”

Veronica inched closer to the source of the noise, tip toeing as to not alert whoever was breaking the rules.

The scrawling barely grew in volume the closer she got. Lockers turned to pale bare painted walls and barely functional lighting as she realized she was heading to the utility  storage room used by the janitorial crew. She rounded the corner and before she knew it, she was looking at the back of a familiar looking jacket.

“You! That's vandalism and against school rules” She growled, the flames of anger ablaze once more.

Richard paused for a moment, twisting his head from his work only to say “You should go.”

Veronica huffed despite herself “You...”

“Me.” Richard replied before standing to full height “You can go ahead and leave.”

Veronica opened her mouth to retort but he just walked into the room and closed the door shut without another word.

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“That little” she snarled “I am done with this.”

There was nothing but red. A white intense fury that dug deep into her being and refused to go out. She saw his 'work', some sort of tacky circle with strange symbols outlined around it, and she smeared it. She ruined the poor excuse for graffiti and just wiped and wiped until it was an unrecognizable smudge on the faded metal. A petty satisfaction filled her with pride but she wasn't done yet. Oh not even close. The dam had been broken and there was no stopping it now.

She pushed open the door and strolled in without pause.

There was a soft click of the door closing behind her that sounded thunderous in her ears as she was plunged into darkness. Streaks of sunlight broke through the uneven bent blinds that covered the windows but all she could see were specks of dust floating lazily in the air and silhouettes of towering cabinets. No sign of the troublemaker or his goal.

There were no murmurs of lessons or squeaking sneakers on smooth tiles. Instead there was a thick silence that blanketed this place far heavier than the shadows and even her own timid footsteps seemed to be muted by the quiet of the room.

The rage drained out of her and instead a deep sense of dread came. She could feel her hairs stand on end, the fear of breaking this unnatural silence loomed over as she ventured within. Something was wrong here. Something was....angry.

She stopped for a moment and that's when she heard the noise that had set her body on edge: It was low, animalistic growl that hummed with a savage hunger.

And then without warning, the most unexpected thing happened.

“Hey buddy” Richard spoke in a casual yet soft tone “You're not supposed to be here.”

There was a snort like a dog breathing through its nose.

“I know we have a test today but you shouldn't have come. Your rune is broken and we can't have you wandering about. If someone saw you....”

A shameful grunt was the response.

“Walter.” The name tickled Veronica's memory but she couldn't think of what it could mean “Walter buddy, you need to go home. Once we fix your rune, you can come back and I'm sure we can get make ups for your tests. Okay?”

Veronica strained her ears as this Walter murmured quietly, too low for her to catch his reply.

Richard sighed tiredly “Look, I got these same tests. You gotta think of other people. You are being really selfish right now.”

'Walter' snarled, knocking over some supplies that boomed uncomfortably in the silence.

“He must've brought his dog” Veronica muttered “Is there no end to his civil disobedience?”

That was the last straw and the fury reignited. No more outs. No more being polite. It was time to take this self absorbed jerk down a peg!

She stormed out of her hiding place, confidence and determination filling her steps as she made her way to the back of the room.

Richard turned around but rather than fear or surprise, it was a mild annoyance that danced in his eyes.

She didn't care. This was her moment and she was being petty but it was totally justified and she was going to...

“Veronica? Is that you?”

She stopped. She had never heard him speak her name outloud in the three years she'd been dealing with him. It felt and off, awkward and strange. She lost her thought for a moment and then she lost her breath as two red eyes glimmered in the darkness, fixated on her and her alone.

“Veronica” Richard repeated, the full weight of the situation dawning on him “What are you doing here? I told you to leave.”

She barely registered the controlled ire in his voice. The red eyes twinkled, its elongated snout sniffed the air as if trying to determine who had dared interrupt the two. Two fangs dully gleamed as the shadows themselves shifted and moved.

Whatever it was stood up and unlike the two teens, it was tall far taller than that what she had expected. Its muscles were lanky yet lean and what she previous thought was just an awkwardly shaped silhouette was its body. Jet black fur covered its frame, blending it with the surrounding darkness. Even at full height, it was bent low as to not hit its head on the ceiling.

Richard realized his mistake at once. He turned quickly back to the beast, arms raised as if to calm it

“Walter, WALTER CALM DOWN OR ELSE YOU'RE GOING TO...”

'Walter' lost it.

He rose his arm, pulling back before lashing out with surprising speed.

Richard managed to dive under the attack, skidding across the floor for a moment before jumping to his feet. He ran at the beast who hesitated for a moment and tackled it with his full weight.

The beast hardly budged and attacked once more, swiping at the grappling troublemaker. Richard leaned into the attack before being violently shoved sideways. He stumbled a moment and the creature took its chance to escape. He dropped down onto all fours and raced towards Veronica who was still paralyzed with fear.

Richard held onto a nearby cabinet to steady himself when he caught sight of the frozen girl. He let out a frustrated groan before pulling down the furniture onto the escaping beast.

Its dog-like ears perked up and it tumbled sideways, crashing into and knocking over the rest of the cabinets that lined the room to avoid being trapped, their spilled contents unbearably loud to the frightened Veronica.

It scurried out the door, its sharp claws digging into the school tile deeply.

“Hey” Richard rushed over Veronica “Hey, what did I tell you?”

“What...” She muttered, the shock of it all still not wearing off yet.

“Focus” Richard snapped his fingers “What did I tell you?”

“I...I...”

Richard pressed on “I told you to leave. I told you to go. For someone so smart you are awfully bad at listening.”

“Werewolf....” Veronica managed to get out “Th-that was a...”

“A Wulver” Richard corrected, rubbing the back of his neck tiredly “Thematically similar but not the same.”

“It..it...claws....and...and fangs!”

“Yes as wolf-like creatures tend to be. Alright I'm going to leave you here...”

“NO!” Veronica cried, grabbing onto his sleeve tightly “No no no please don't I...I...”

“You are in shock” he explained carefully, gently prying off her grasp on him “You need to relax. I will be back once I calm Walter down and get him off school grounds.”

“H-he ran.” she stammered “into the hall. I...he's....he's...”

“Don't worry” Richard calmly answered “I set a magic circle on the door. He's just outside, paralyzed and completely harmless.”

Magic circle? Veronica thought to herself before realizing he was taking about his strange art he drew on the door “Oh.”

Then it hit her.

“Oh”

Richard looked at her then back at the door then back to Veronica, a sheepish grin slowly forming on her face.

“Seriously?” He muttered before breaking off into a sprint, not even questioning what her response meant.

Veronica ran after him, the fear of being left alone while whatever it was roamed the school halls was far too overwhelming “It's not my fault!” “I told you to leave Veronica!”

“That was vague!” Veronica shot back as the two burst into the hallway “Maybe if you told me what was going on, I would've listened”

“It's a secret for a reason” Richard replied, his eyes frantically searching for any sign of the creature “I was keeping you safe because it's my flipping job and you are such a nosy person!”

“I am no...wait, I am?” Veronica questioned but Richard had broke off into another sprint “Hey wait! I HAVE QUESTIONS!”

“Well, run and talk! I got work to do!” he shot back irritably

“.....Whoops” Veronica murmured to herself before chasing after him “Well how was I supposed to know?!”

“You weren't. That's the point. Hard left.”

In a single graceful movement, Richard slid effortlessly across the floor, rounding the corner with ease and speed.

Veronica nearly tripped over the sudden directional change and flailed to keep up.

“What do you mean I'm not supposed to know? I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW IF THERE'S WEREWOLVES RUNNING AROUND MY SCHOOL!”

“Keep your voice down” Richard glared openly at her “The idea is to keep it a secret, not blab it down the hallways!”

“Why are there werewolves in our school?” she asked softly.

“Wulver” Richard corrected before coming to a stop.

“Is there a difference?”

Richard looked at her, unable to believe what she just said “Yes. A big one. That is very insensitive.”

Veronica gasp in disbelief “Did you just call me...”

“Yes” Richard answered “Now no more question until we find him.”

“I hate you.” Veronica said

“I am well aware of that. Come on, he likes to go to the football field.”

“Why?”

“Well he is the captain of the team.”

“What?” Veronica halted in her tracks “I'm sorry, what?! Walter?! Wait tiny short Walter whose super shy and like freaking strong Walter?”

“Did I stutter?” Richard took off once more “Why do you think he's so good at tackling people?”

Veronica rubbed her eyes tiredly.

“Well shit.”