the awsomist helsing sotry evir p2
hay guyz I wrote sotry 4 u.
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intregal was in hir office reading the daily chicken. Akaado waltzed in carrying a plat of coffee.
"alucard wat r u dooin wit de coffee."
"nothing"
"ok."
Intregral resumed her work, rubing her 4head against the desk in concentration. She think to herself why Watler (the famly buttler) did not bring her tea and crumpits. But then she remember walter is dead and buried underneath the Hindenburg 2, the mightiest of mighty captain Spock's mighty airfleet.
Suddenly, coffee came flieing out of nowere and hit Inertgal in the face.
"OW" she said and shoot alucard in the bawlz.
"GYAH Y U SHOOT MAI NUTZ!?! NOW WE NEVER CAN HAS BABBIES" ;-;
iNtergarl stoped and starred, both eyes wide open. "Wat u say?"
Blushing bright pink, arucard's pants turned into legs and he wiggled away, out into the stary nihgt sky. "we shalt meat again, mine love." He murmured softly, making Integra shiver as she slowly slid a hand up between her legs…and pulled out a baby crocodile.
"alucard u basterd, when u put baby aligater in mai coochie!"
Akaado giggled ferociously. "that's not the only thing I put in thar." Ingraltel paeled at the comment. "WHEN U DO IT?" Aklard only sniggerd. "WHEN?" shi insisseted. The toguht of bean pregnant with a vampyre's childe was dreadfull, but Inlrtgeal was the vergin of steel, and wood not get a abortion.
"Your stupid."
She hated him from the depths of her soul for ruining her with his tainted touch; her wandering thoughts were still reminiscent of the cold hands tearing up her up from the inside. She turned her back to him and leaned against the railing of her balcony.
"Alucard…"
"Yes, my master?"
"On horror's head horrors accumulate;
Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amaz'd;
For nothing canst thou to damnation add
Greater than that."
"Ah. Shakespeare was such a--"
"Begone, carpetmuncher."
Upon her command, Integra's personal hell took his leave. Until that moment, she had never been completely sure he ever left her entirely alone, but an empty feeling washed over her, and told her she was by herself. No eyes there to watch or to judge, no ears to catch the sigh of her breath, and no one to see her collapse onto the alabaster floor.
OH! THE DRAMA.
See you next time, kiddos.