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DR. FRANKENSTEIN'S VAN HELSING by Ethan Nahté The wind whipped and howled through the trees of the ancient Wallachian forest. Slices of silvery moonlight penetrated the canopy of leaves and branches, catching a glimpse of a man making his way along a small path. Though large, he appeared twice his bulk because he was carrying a burlap bag over his shoulder. The noise from the wind and the crunching of leaves and twigs below his feet made him almost deaf to any other sound beyond the drumming of his own pulse. Lawrence wasn't necessarily afraid of the dark, but he had a healthy respect for it when carrying a corpse to a secret burial ground. He could smell the stench, which meant that any predator within a mile could smell it as well, especially with the wind carrying the offal throughout the trees and up the mountain slope. He looked behind him. He could barely see the light from the few flickering candles in the lower windows of Tirgoviste Sanitarium, sitting high upon a hill at the foot of the mountain. Once it was an outpost, with towering, stone walls built against the stony landscape. From it's turrets, soldiers could see the open valley below and keep an eye on the forests that surrounded it, secure in the belief that only a mountain goat could travel the rocky terrain behind the fortress. They had soon learned that occasional tremors and earthquakes could pummel them now and again. Portions had been rebuilt time and again where large boulders had struck with such force that the inhabitants thought the world was coming to an end. Now, the keep had been designated as a sanctuary for the terminally ill and insane. It wasn't so much a sanctuary for the patients as it was for the village a mile or two down the road. This kept them apart from those stricken with incurable maladies and madness. They left the infirm to the genius of Doctors Van Helsing and Frankenstein. Both men were obviously talented in the art of medicine. Van Helsing had traveled most of Europe and parts of Asia. He was well-versed in customs, folklore and history. He had studied many medical techniques and was deemed to be at the forefront of his field. He had come to the foreboding darkness of Wallachia, seeking Dr. Frankenstein - a man who had a growing reputation for being brilliant and possibly mad. Van Helsing had heard of Frankenstein's theories of the human body as a capacitor for energy. Nothing more than a living battery that could be charged and charged again, providing man with the power of immortality, in theory. The doctors sat and discussed theories, medicine, science and even religion. Though Van Helsing had been here long enough to do some good at the sanitarium and even pass some of his knowledge to Frankenstein, he had not been here as long as Lawrence. Van Helsing had not yet gained the trust of the mad doctor. He had not been allowed to see the secret laboratory that was hidden away in the uppermost tower. Lawrence had seen it more times than he'd like to recall during the past thirteen years. Time and again, poor souls whose time had come were carried up to that macabre operating room, filled with electrical machines, jars of disembodied parts and torturous devices of surgery. Lawrence wasn't sure what it was all for, but he knew that he would take his burden to the lab and leave as quickly as possible, trying not to imagine what would happen to his own body should he have the misfortune of dying while working as an attendant and grounds keeper for the hospital. This was also the reason that candles were primarily used at night, so the energy reserves could be dedicated to the machines. He tried not to ever let his imagination get the best of him, even when he was taking a corpse to be secreted away and despite the rumors of ghosts and vampires that roamed the forests in the dead of the night. The woman had died in her sleep, so they said. She was emaciated and had been withering away for some time. Her frail body was evidently of no use to Frankenstein. Van Helsing had been in the village to meet a stagecoach carrying supplies, so he was both unaware and unable to examine her when Frankenstein gave the order to dispose of her body. He did not have the opportunity to examine the two small holes below the victim's left breast where Frankenstein hadn't bothered to look. Now, as he marched through the darkness gripping a special spade, he tried to keep his mind on the task at hand and his eyes and ears wide open. Still, he never heard the wolf sneak up on him until the moment the ferocious beast sprang from the bushes and landed upon Lawrence's chest, knocking him to the ground, forcing the body to drop and roll down a small incline. He struggled with the snapping jaws as the creature's sharp claws ripped at him. A foulness absconded from the mouth and saliva oozed from between the blood-stained teeth. The wolf was larger and more powerful than any he had ever seen. It lunged for his throat. Instinctively, Lawrence threw his arm in front of him as a sacrifice. The steel jaws clamped down tightly and locked on, breaking the skin and sinking into nerves and bones. With a powerful stroke, he brought the silver handle of the spade down on the wolf's broad head, momentarily causing more pain as the jaws clamped down even tighter before releasing. He let out a sorrowful yelp as Lawrence hit him again - and again, until the head was nothing but a mushy pulp. # Dr. Frankenstein inspected the bleeding wound and had a nurse see to it. He despised having to be called from his work, but it would be in bad form not to check on his long-time assistant. "Get some rest and drink plenty of liquids. You may have some fever throughout the night, but I believe you'll be alright. I'll check on you in the morning." "Thank you, Doctor." "Nurse, mix this with some tea and give it to him to calm his nerves and help him sleep." Frankenstein handed her a small jar filled with herbs. "Yes, Doctor," she said as he left the room and returned to his lab. # Lawrence awoke late the next evening. He recalled Dr. Frankenstein checking on him early that morning. Then Dr. Van Helsing had returned and took a look at his wound, perplexed by the rapid healing of such a vicious bite. A feeling of uneasiness fell upon him. He quickly turned his head and looked at the window. A gaunt figure of a woman floating. "This can't be real," he murmured. "It's the ghost of the woman I was to bury." She reached for the window. Her lips retracted into a rictus smile and her black pearl eyes glazed with lust. Suddenly, her thoughts and desire were abandoned! She whipped her head to the north. "If I'm not dreaming, what could frighten such a nightmare," he asked himself, all the while, sensing something was approaching. A shadowy form ripped through the scene before him. The woman let out a harrowing scream before being grasped in the clutches of whatever sped past the window. Then, they were gone. A nurse came rushing in, followed quickly by Dr. Frankenstein. They found Lawrence cowering in a corner, his pallor ashen. "Dear God! What has happened? What was that scream?" "She she came back for me, but something took her away." "Who came back for you?" "The woman who died yesterday. The one you wanted me to take care of, doctor." "Impossible! It must be the fever. Nurse, please make sure Lawrence is calmed." Then he whispered, "See that he's constrained. We don't want him hurting himself or others." She nodded and turned to Lawrence, holding out a hand to help him up. "Now, now Mr. Talbot. Let's get you back to bed." Dr. Frankenstein was exiting the room when another scream echoed throughout the halls from the next level. He raced to the stairwell and bounded up them two at a time. He could see another nurse standing in front of a doorway just a few feet away. She was shivering and holding her hands to her face as if she was going to be sick. "What is it," he yelled. She pointed at the floor as he made his way to the door. There he found Dr. Van Helsing, writhing on the floor with his head almost torn asunder from his neck. Blood spurted out along the walls. The spasms ceased. The body lay still as a trickle of gore oozed out of the remains of his jugular vein. "It was terrible," she sobbed. "I heard a commotion and came to see what was happening when I found the doctor and some beast, almost like a man, struggling with one another. When I screamed, the beast swung his hand and ripped" "It'll be alright. Have two orderlies bring a litter and take him to my lab. Then have them clean up this mess. Go. Work will keep your mind off of this calamity." # Tables and chairs were flying across the room, smashing against walls and ancient armor. Dracula was incensed! "The forest is finally rid of that damnable werewolf and now I have to deal with the rabble," he yelled out into the vacant hall. "A nice, peaceful meal to sustain me is all I require, keeping victims alive just enough to feed on for weeks on end. Then that wolf encroaches on my territory, raising suspicion amongst the locals. Now, that has been rectified, only for me to deal with a newborn vamp, thanks to the wolf and that inept servant who left her body in the forest!" He looked out the window of his keep, leaning against the sill. He felt something pricking at his ribs. He looked down and found a large syringe protruding from his chest, just above the heart, but not deep enough. He grasped the tube and tugged it free. A festering wound sizzled, then began to rapidly heal. "Sleep well you maggots, for tomorrow evening shall be your last," he hissed. # Dr. Frankenstein looked at the remains of his colleague. Although he would normally believe the nurse's accusations of a beast about as much as he would believe any of his patients, he had to reconsider once he took a look at the tattered flesh and the effects of the terrible slash that left the cranium hanging onto the spinal cord by a hair or two. "Amazing! No matter. Your brain is undamaged. I shall preserve it for use in my creation. It was only a matter of time, but as luck would have it, something else got to you before I did." He pulled the head loose from the body then placed it in a tub to wash it off before applying the saw. He knew a storm was coming and intended on having his creation finished and ready in time. Tomorrow, he would be a god. # The following day, as the sun was setting, Lawrence began having pains. His skin felt as if it wanted to peel off and his muscles were burning and wanted to explode. He could smell the rain in the air and could sense the fury of the oncoming storm. Despite the rolling, black thunderheads, his body instinctively knew the moon was rising in the night sky. He struggled against the leather straps that held him fast. His anger rose. The straining rawhide cut into his wrists as he let out a deafening yell that could've wakened the dead if it hadn't been for the loud clap of thunder that came rolling over the mountain. # Dr. Frankenstein was taking one last look at the stitching he had done to finish implanting the brain into the grotesque being that lay on the table. Strange tubes and wire leads connected to even stranger equipment were injected into various areas of the body. The doctor ran over to a lever and released the catch. A pulley system hauled the unholy mass to an opening way above, at the top of the tower. Lightning crackled and thunder crashed as large drops pelted the dead body. Frankenstein rushed to another machine and began operating its controls, trying his damndest to control the weather atop his lab. The electrical popping and sizzling was both deafening and blinding, all the while dazzling and breathtaking. Secretly, from a remote corner of the lab, Dracula watched in amazement. Could this human actually create life? Imagine what an army of such creatures could do? I could rule the world without fear of retribution during the daylight hours. The doctor would have to become his slave, or die. Either way, if his experiment is successful, the creature will be mine to control. What seemed like an eternity to the mad doctor was only a moment in nature. He shut down the generators and lowered the table. The acrid smell of burning hair and flesh filled the air. Layers of smoke rolled over the body and from out of the creature's nose and mouth. Frankenstein hovered over the body, looking for a sign of life. He could feel the static of electrical charges coursing over the creature and dared not touch him yet for fear of shock. "Van Helsing? Can you hear me?" Dracula strained his supernatural hearing to see if there was a response. He was almost as excited as the doctor in finding out the results. Frankenstein, using a gloved hand, tapped on the creature's chest. A low moan emitted from the mouth. Frankenstein looked and saw that the eyes were slowly beginning to open. Everything was a bit blurry at first. What was once Van Helsing was now Frankenstein's monster. He was disoriented. Where was he and why was Frankenstein standing over him like a giddy child? He went to raise his hand to his head but found himself immobilized. "One moment while I release your restraints," Frankenstein shouted over the din of the storm. "Do you know where you are? Can you understand me?" Van Helsing attempted to talk, but his throat was raw. Although he could feel his extremities, his entire body seemed odd. Though bewildered, he let Frankenstein assist him in sitting up. "Wh-wha-what have you done to me?" A broad smile crossed Frankenstein's face and his eyes had a glint of brilliance. "I have given you life where there was death!" "Life? Death?" "Why, yes. Your average body, as of yesterday, was no longer attached to your head. I have rescued that somewhat magnificent brain of yours and implanted it into a new shell. You are my creation! My Adam!" "Very well done, doctor, but I must object. This creature will be mine." Frankenstein jumped, surprised by the stealth and appearance of the vampire. The surprise was short-lived, though, as he felt a large arm smash him across the operating table and over the other side. "You! You were the one attempting to assault my patient! You killed me!" It was Dracula's turn to be surprised. Not only was he unsure who this gigantic monster was, but it was launching itself from the table and attacking him. Like a newborn on unsteady legs, the monster staggered, missing his mark, but still close enough to land against Dracula. The two crashed to the ground, knocking over a tray full of cutting tools and bandages. Dracula mustered his strength and pressed the monster off of him, hurling him onto the landing a dozen paces away. The monster shook his head to clear his thoughts. He concentrated as he pushed himself up, off the floor, and braced for the oncoming charge of the vampire. Dracula's feet left the ground as he streaked through the air at the monster, not anticipating the speed or strength of his opponent. Though still a bit groggy, Van Helsing's mind was quick enough and powerful enough to react, catching the King of Darkness in mid-flight and flinging him through the air and through the wooden door leading out, all in one motion. No sooner had Dracula exited the room than he re-entered, half-tucking himself into a ball before slamming into the electrical machinery. A powerful beast, covered in thick, matted hair came stalking in, his fangs dripping with saliva. The werewolf gave a quick glance at the monster, then turned his gaze upon Dracula. He bolted! Dracula was prepared. He dodged the oncoming beast, flying across the room, causing the loup garou to ram the machine with enough force to upend it and send it crashing down into the middle of the room. The werewolf let out a howl as he jumped up on the table to confront the undead. Van Helsing was unsure who was on who's side, but for the time being, two-on-one made sense. He wrenched a piece of metal from some nearby wreckage and advanced on Dracula as well. Sensing his disadvantage, Dracula began transforming. Despite his powers, transformation still took a moment of concentration and will. It wasn't instantaneous, but it was close - just not close enough. The hirsute figure assailed him with lethal ferocity, driving him into the wall. Frankenstein, who had been observing from under the table, was attempting to take advantage of the moment. He quietly crawled out, trying to make his way to a dark recess away from the battle. He had seen the werewolf and vampire go down along the back wall and had last seen his creation lumbering that general direction. In his fear and haste, he did not take the precious moment to check with certainty. "You are the cause behind this," roared the monster. "You shall stay and pay penance!" Frankenstein tried to scamper out of the monster's reach, but the towering behemoth snagged him by the nape of his neck. He hurled the doctor across the room, aiming for the window. The doctor smashed against the wall near the combatants, knocking the wind out of him. He tried to jump up and run, but Dracula grabbed his ankle with one hand while tearing into Lawrence with the other. Desperate, Frankenstein grabbed a broken shaft of wood lying nearby, attempting to thrust it through the vampire's chest. Dracula released his grip on the werewolf and swatted Frankenstein with a backhand so quickly that he never saw it coming. The doctor sailed through the air, wedging between two transformers. Like a fly in a spider's web, he was trapped. The transformers began to shake and the wind and the rain became a torrent. Blue and white light flashed and flickered, jolting his body with raw energy. He screamed for mercy as his charred skin flaked off with each spasm and his eyes exploded out of his head. Fire burst from the body and sparks flew from the transformers. Parts of the werewolf's fur were catching fire, but he paid no heed as he sank his teeth into the vampire's arm, mauling it. Dracula was blinded by the flashes of light and pain. He could sense the presence of Frankenstein's monster, but there was little he could do as the creature drove the fallen shaft of wood through his chest. From the depths of hell rose an ear-piercing scream that shattered all of the test tubes and beakers within the room. Lawrence and Van Helsing put their hands to their ears. The agony was maddening. They didn't realize that the shaking had become more violent, causing the entire lab to tremble. A large beam came crashing down, swinging like a pendulum into the transformers, reducing Frankenstein's corpse to ashes and cinders as the structure fell on top of the entangled horrors. "The nightmare is over," Van Helsing said as he looked one last time at the mangled, jig-saw body that he had become. Lawrence let out a sigh of relief as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He turned from the Wolf Man to his human self once again as the stone walls came crashing down and buried them forever. © 2004, Ethan Nahté