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Fool's Luck Part I

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Fool's Luck × A Day in the Life of Van Helsing
   He stood over the poor soul on the catwalk, laughing at him.
   The poor creature was surrounded by other creatures almost similar to him, only with no sense of self control. Their minds were being controlled by the mad man who had created them, and the soul knew he had no chance against them. They might have been a head smaller than he was, but they were still almost twice as strong.
   He looked around to see that his friends were also struggling against the smaller creatures. It seemed like a violent mess that no one could escape. He punched a creature in the gut, and then slapped another on the left cheek, leaving three straight, red marks on the side of his face. This made the wounded beast angry, and soon he was on top of him.
   "ARGH!" came a woman's scream from up above the man's head.
   This simply made the man laugh as he said to the poor fighting beast, "What a great night this is! Tonight is the night I finally kill you and your father's legacy. And to make it all the more sweater, you are the exact thing you fear the most!"
   This made him angrier than before. He pushed the other monsters off him, and then started to run towards the mad man. He ran up the stairs towards the metal mesh catwalk he stood on. Yet, as he was about to strike, lightning erupted overhead from the hole in the ceiling, almost striking the beast and mad man. Instead, it hit a corner of the wool rug and set it to flames. Things just got a whole lot more complicated!

   It was another humble day in the Italian village in the country side. The sun was blocked off by the clouds, giving it a sort of calm gray feeling. The village was a peaceful city most of the time. Other times, however, it was faced with daemons, ghouls, and monsters of all sorts. At one point in the villager's life the devil lived in the dark mountain that overlooked their city. Now, both devil and mountain was gone, leaving nothing but a lush forest in its place.
   At the moment, the townspeople were eagerly preparing for the autumn holiday known as Halloween. Halloween was a day where it was actually considered quite an honor to be scared.  It was surprisingly fun. But, there were points when there was indeed too much fun. That's when the people of the town would call monster hunters. This town, however, had its own unique monster hunter: a rabbit with long, black ears and a snow white face with big eyes. He wore a handsome leather jacket, khaki pants, and a fashionable brown top hat.
   His name was Oswald van Helsing.
   He knew nothing about his past, but made up for it with thoughts of the future.
   And on that morning, he had been called to take care of a local "pest". Oswald was used to these kinds of calls. He got them all the time. All he had to do was show up, bag the beast, and then return home with a filled up pocket.
   VVVRRRRRMMM!
   Unlike most people, van Helsing didn't need a horse drawn carriage to move around town. No, instead he rode on something that looked like a modern day motorcycle. It was a bike covered in metal that ran on a type of motor in the back. This was why Oswald called it the Electric Thunder or ET for short. It had once been a one passenger vehicle. But van Helsing had recently added a small passenger side, so that the ET could carry two.
   The other passenger was his niece, the feisty Tiffany van Helsing.
   Tiffany was a thirteen year old rabbit who was both like her uncle and aunt. Like her aunt, she had a sense of fashion and grace. Like her uncle, she had a fighting spirit. She also seemed to dress like both. She wore a brown leather jacket with a tan dress underneath, big black boots, a black belt, and white gloves. For the moment, Tiffany was staying with her aunt and uncle, and both had taken her under their wings.
   As the two rabbits rode through the town, people moved away from the street and complained a bit. Oswald didn't care though. He had grown up with this sort of thing. Now, he simply ignored it.
   "So uncle," Tiffany asked from the passenger side, "What do we got?"
   "The dude said we've got an A113," Oswald replied, using the code he and her made up.
   "Seriously?" the teenage rabbit asked, a bit of fear in her voice.
   "Well, it could always be another one of those stupid Halloween pranks. But, between you and me, I hope it isn't. I like the few weeks before Halloween, it's a huge increase in profit for me. You remember last year's fall harvest feast we had?"
   Tiffany said nothing, so Oswald explained, "All paid for by yours truly."
   "But, don't you ever get bored with monster hunting?" she asked.
   "Well, it's better than helping horses mate," Oswald replied, wining a chuckle from his niece. To Oswald, this was true. In his mind, there was no greater job than that of a monster hunter. He got a good pay, and a bit of pleasure out of it. But his family always worried for both his health and sanity. They never knew when something bad would happen to him.
   After a bit more of riding the ET, the two monster hunting rabbits finally stopped in front of the library. Waiting out front was a small green figure with a large, orange nose, white mustache, big eyes, and small horns. This was Gus the Gremlin, one of the town's smart people.
   As soon as he saw his friend the gremlin said, "Ah, my old friend van Helsing. I knew that you of all people would help me!"
   "Anything for a friend," Oswald told Gus.
   "So, what's it been doing?" Tiffany asked as she pulled out her pistol from her belt. Like Oswald she was ready for the task at hand. Oswald also retracted his pistol, ready for a good fight.
   "Last time I saw it," Gus explained, "It was in the library, eating all of my precious books. Oswald, you have to stop him. If he eats all my books, I could go out of business, I'd have to leave town, I'd become some dirty little hobo living on the streets with nothing but a tin can and a watch that tiks backward! Then my mother will find me and say, 'Son, I always knew you were a low, dirty bum. From the first moment I set my eyes and you and-'"
   While Gus rambled away to himself, Tiffany pulled her uncle off to the side, and asked, "So, what's the plan?"
   Oswald thought for a moment. Then he replied, "Alright, I go inside, lure Mr. A113 out here, then you zap him with our sensitive equipment."
   "Sounds easy," Tiffany said.
   "It won't be," the black rabbit said as he started to head inside, "Besides, what fun would it be if it was?"
   Soon the monster hunter found himself in the library, surrounded by tall shelves covered in thousands of books. At the moment, the books were scattered everywhere, covered in drool and missing pages. As the little black rabbit creeped his way into the larger part of the library, he made sure to be extremely quiet. He was hoping that this time he would have the element of surprise of his hand. He scanned the area between the shelves looking for his target. Finally, he found what he was long for.
   It was bigger than Oswald thought it would be. It was a tall purple like lizard creature with beedy eyes, a long whip like tails, and six arms. It also had teeth the size of common kitchen knives. Oswald made not of this as the monster bit a dictionary into two pieces.
   The rabbit then stepped out from behind his protective hiding space and said, "Hey: big, bad and ugly!"
   This earned the monster's attention.
   The rabbit then said, "I'd call you ugly, but that would be giving ugly people a bad name!"
   The monster then growled at Oswald, and slowly rose to his full height. He was twice as big than either Oswald, Gus, or Tiffany, and the rabbit had just now noticed the talons on each of its eighteen fingers. It then let out a mighty roar in Oswald's face, drenching it with the beast's mucus.
   "Dude," Oswald told the beast, not even showing the slightest bit of fear, "How about instead of eating books, you eat a full handful of mints? Or, in your case, six hand fulls."
   The monster simply growled again. He then finally said, "And here I was thinking this was going to be hard."
   The little black rabbit then grabbed the nearest book and slapped the monster in the face with it. The monster screeched in pain as Oswald made a mad dash for the door. If his plan went well, hopefully the monster would follow him. But suddenly, the reptilious monster threw a book shelf at the door. The shelf crashed as a pile of books and splintered wood blocked the rabbit's path.
   "Okay, this might be a little harder than I thought," Oswald said as he turned to face the beast.
   But as soon as he turned his head to face the giant lizard, the monster grabbed Oswald and flung him against the wall. The rabbit quickly got up, and began to fight back. He jabbed the monster in the gut, and dodged a blow to the head in the process. And while he fought the monster off, the rabbit was trying to find another way out. He then looked up and saw a wooden chandelier, directly infront of a giant clear glass window. Unfortunately, it was also tied up to the third story balcony at the moment.
   "Sweat," the rabbit said as he delivered another blow to the gut. He then walked towards the stairs an said, "Well, I'd love to stay and chat, but you're not very good at conversations. So-"
   But just then, the monster grabbed him in the face again and smashed him down into the floor. The rabbit struggled to get the monster's sticky hand off, but it was too slimy for Oswald to grab. He felt around the ground for something to fight back with. He then felt something and jabbed it into the monster's arm. The monster swerved back in pain, and Oswald got up he saw that it was an inkwell pen.
   The monster hunter said to himself, "What do ya' know, Gus was right. The pen is mightier than the sword!"
   The little black rabbit then descended up the stairs and toward the chandelier. The monster, his eyes blood shot red now, followed in a unique way. Instead of taking the stairs, he simply climbed up the wall with his sticky hands. With one hand, however, he left ink marks on the wall. Oswald laughed at this as he continued his ascent.
   Finally, the hunter made it to the top. He jumped off the last stair, then raced his way across the balcony to the chandelier. But, as soon as he got there, the monster climbed up over the railing and blocked the path between the rabbit and the hanging ornament. The monster was now angry. Oswald looked him over, shrugged, then extended his right arm out in front of him.
   Suddenly, from his arm, a metal hand popped out and easily punched the monster onto the chandelier. The monster would have never known that one of the rabbit's arms was actually robotic. He had lost it in a fight against a vampire. Luckily for him, a duck named Ludwig von Drake, was able to build him a fake arm to replace his old one.
   The rabbit climbed onto the chandelier as the reptile struggled to hang on. Van Helsing then shot the rope that held the chandelier to the platform, sending the large wooden object swinging towards the window. It then smashed through the glass with a mighty crash sending both monster and monster hunter down to earth.
   Oswald was the first to get up, mud covering his jacket, and the purple monster soon followed. He turned towards Oswald, his claws extended ready to kill the rabbit. But suddenly, he felt a tremendous shock come in from behind, killing him.
   He fell down to the ground to reveal Tiffany, holding what looked like a long, rusty, pipe like stick. Surprisingly enough, this was the first electric prod of any kind. Oswald then sat down and said, "Well, that was easy."
   "It was?" Tiffany asked, surprised.
   "Yeah," Oswald said, his confidence showing, "A class A113 monster is practically kid's stuff compared to an F40."
   "What's an F40?"
   "An angry woman."
   This caused Tiffany to slap Oswald hard on the back. Oswald then stated, "See, that's exactly what I mean. That hurt."
   "Oh, you can defeat monsters as though you were learning the alphabet," Tiffany joked, "But you, of all people, can't take a blow from an angry woman? Uncle, I swear, you are the strangest man I have ever met."
   "Eh, that's because you haven't met Doof N. Schmertz yet," Oswald said.
   "Yeah, I suppose that's true."
   "Well, I say we can rap this case up as another successful mission," Oswald said as he pulled out a small black book and started to write in it, "One class A113 monster bagged a few days before Halloween. This job alone will buy us enough pumpkins for Ortensia to make a few dozen types of pies. Although, you know her: she only makes pumpkin."
   His wife Ortensia was a black cat with a snow white face. Oswald had met her when she rescued him from dying alone in the forest. That was the day Oswald claimed his life changed forever. Not only because of that, but also because he almost had no physical memory of his life before that. The only thing he did remember was a ghostly friend.
   He then said to his niece, "Alrighty, I don't know about you, but I myself would prefer a ride home, wouldn't you?"
   The two then boarded the ET, just as Gus came up and asked, "How much will it take to pay you off?"
   "Hey Gus, you know, for you my friend, half off," Oswald said as he handed Gus the receipt.
   "Thank you Oswald."
   But, as the monster hunter started up the primitive motorbike, he told Gus, "Although, I think that's the least of your troubles right now."
   As he sped off, Gus turned to see the window, and more importantly, the chandelier sticking out of it. And as Gus was about to say something, the chandelier dropped from the window and onto the inside floor, causing a terrible noise of breaking wood. With that noise, the short librarian fainted.
I had a lot of fun writting Dragul vs Devil, and I was so honored that twisted-wind's Dragul sequel is based off of it. That just made me feel so great, I knew right away that I had to do a sequel. That, and the Epilogue kind of encouraged me to do more. What will happen with Tiffany? How has Mickey adjusted to daylight? And who is the mysterious creature?

Well, those questions will be answered in the sequel, Fool's Luck!

We begin our story with a glimpse into the day of Oswald van Helsing, a local monster hunter, and his neice Tiffany (created by Ortensia12). With a class A113 monster, we get the storying going, and Oswald is just warming up! I hope you all enjoy.

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HAHAHA NICE XD :heart: :heart: just love the comedy mixed in with the action in this chapter LOLZ XD loved it XD