Twisted Blood Volume 2:
Twisted Blood Volume 2:
Part One: Behind closed Doors….
Rating for this chapter: T
Chapter One: Only Fun and Games
Alucard
A/N: Hey, this is rather cool,I'm writing this in the car, XD I love laptops, they are quite funky! Though my sister keeps looking over my shoulder to ask me what I'm writing XD and I have a feeling I will get a little bit car sick in a moment. But we'll see, eh? Those of you reading Twisted Blood Volume 2 probably enjoyed the first and have become acquainted with Alucard's POV, and I wouldn't want to ruin a tradition, would I?
Riiight, just to tell you, Volume 2, now completely sorted will have you going a) WOW (hopefully) and b) This is like two volumes packed into one! :O Because…it's in two parts…would you guys think it excessive if I actually do split it into two again? And do MORE sequels? It's only cos the storyline is building up and Im like…whoa, I could build it into THAT and it would be like…AMAZING!
So, yeah, give me a little feedback on that, can't wait to hear back from you guyses…I hope everyone can actually follow this, I am known to do too many subplots lol…but read on! And perhaps you will witness the destruction of man! Lol, not really, I just finished watching Time Machine, so I'm in a "oooh, destruction of man" mood. Hmm…do you think I could write that in? The destruction of humankind? Nah, alucard would get bored :P
My eyes opened as the familiar noise awoke me. Again.
Once again, Molly had made herself sick from the nightmares of her past; the sound of retching and liquid hitting a porcelain sink echoed from upstairs. She had been ill every evening since the night she had regained her memories, though I could no longer hear her dreams as I could before, so perhaps it was more a recurring nightmare of her own death that plagued her mind. Either way, she had disturbed me again.
There was no point in lying in the cold embrace of my coffin any longer, I wasn't tired and I'd only get bored lying in there. I stood up slowly; listening out for the usual noise of her curses, but none came instead there came the noise of something being knocked to the ground with a dull thud. I summoned my clothes, the familiar feel of cloth running over my skin awakening my senses as I stepped through the velvet quilts of darkness and entered Molly's room above.
The small dark room was pitch-black save for the light of a single light-bulb suspended over the mirror in the bathroom, the covers on the bed were thrown off in a rush and Molly's scent clung to the fabric of the hangings around the bed and the quilts and even tainted the air with the vague scent of a floral perfume mixed with her own unique smell- that and the even fainter, though unquestionable, scent of her blackened blood.
I pushed the ajar door open to see Molly slumped against the counter, her eyes heavily lidded. "Alucard?" She asked hoarsely, "What are you doing in here?"
"I was curious—are you ok?" I asked, gripping onto her arm and pulling her back onto her feet.
"Mm, I have been trying out something—I thought if I didn't sleep I would not end up ill, but I was proved wrong and instead I feel…completely drained, I have kept myself up five days successively and no doubt my mental and physical capabilities will suffer for it." Molly sighed taking a bathrobe from the back of her door and pulling it on hastily to cover up any bare-flesh. "I need to eat, are you coming?" She asked hurriedly, no doubt thinking of the fruits on the counter and the pre-prepared salads lined up in the fridge upstairs.
"I'm rather peckish, I might as well join you," I answered, walking just ahead of her, the silence of my stalk mingling with the padding of Molly's bare feet upon flagstone and then the thin red carpet. "I was wondering why you seemed slower than usual last night, if I had known it was fatigue I wouldn't have even bothered bringing you along."
"You are angry with me—understandable—I could have put you and Seras in harm's way—"
"Seras and I can take care of ourselves, Molly, but it's quite obvious that you are finding looking after yourself trickier than usual." Molly scowled as we entered the kitchen and immediately pulled the large fruit bowl in front of her usual seat whilst simultaneously collecting two equally large bowls of salad from the fridge.
It wasn't surprising that Molly had started to put on weight, she no longer ate a meagre salad and fruit bowl full of succulent fruits every fortnight, but ate two salads and two and a half fruit bowls every evening. Her excessive eating was remarked upon by Izzy as showing that her body was finally maturing and that her body needed the extra nutrients—this also showed she was finally content. Of course, there also came the feasts provided by the freaks and humans who worked against us, only a few days ago she had devoured two humans- only leaving the scalp, bones, teeth and nails- and three freaks- where she left the chips themselves.
I sat opposite her with a single pick-me-up as she swallowed whole pears and limes hungrily, her pearly teeth lengthening as she suppressed the need for blood for a few more hours—her hunger for blood would be satisfied in a few hours when we were called to do our duty to crush freaks and vampires. She clenched her fist against her transformation and closed her eyes against the bliss of demonic form and nature.
"Your father left us this morning, Molly, did you know?" Molly opened her eyes slowly and nodded.
"Apparently there is an uprising within the Inner Circle and he could not condone the call any longer—did he say anything before leaving?" I shook my head.
"He never did say much, should he have said anything?" I discarded the bag in the rubbish bin and poured a glass of water for Molly.
"Well, I would have liked him to actually say goodbye, perhaps wish me luck...or, if it wasn't too much to ask, tell me he was proud of me." Molly thanked me quietly and glared into the glass for a moment.
The sound of shouting from the living room drifted up the hall, the distinct French accent cutting through the noise, "Shut eet, you fools, quit your complaining and 'op to eet!" Molly and I glanced out the window to the sight of the Geese jogging out onto the lawns, Seras just behind with the Captain as they screamed orders at them.
"Practise makes perfect." Molly whispered under her breath, I glanced back to see her pale eyes glaze for a brief moment and then light up, the pink surrounding the black, slit abyss glistening like rubies in a fire as a mischievous smile tilted her lips and wrinkled her nose. Her body dissolved into sand, her eyes lighting up with an evil grin as they finally dissolved and flitted down the hall.
I frowned, turning my attention to the window again as Seras shouted that the Geese were "pathetic slackers" and "complete nobs" as their lack of practise became more apparent after the month or so with no action for them. With Molly, Seras, Agaliarept and myself around, Integra had taken this to be an opportunity to work us harder than before- which I enjoyed greatly-but this also left the Geese out of sorts.
A sudden gust of air tossed my hair in front of me as Molly reappeared in her usual attire, grinning madly with two swords in her hands, "How about some fun, friend?" She asked with a sinister chuckle, throwing me the sword and immediately unsheathing hers to clash against mine.
Her speed and precision had changed since our last duel, the awakening of the demon inside her prompting a sudden expertise and speed which almost matched my own, and though she knew she wouldn't win, she still wished to fight me until we were called upon for a mission.
"And what about the furniture?" I asked as she parried one of my over-head attacks and lunged forwards, stabbing me squarely in the stomach.
"If you are so concerned about the furniture let us take this outside." She answered in a dull tone, kicking the French doors open and backing up onto the terrace as I caught her stomach, the sudden splash of black hit the patio and stained my blade, immediately healing as she attacked me viciously. The reek of her blood hit the air and poisoned it, my mouth watered and my attacks came slightly quicker.
I backed her down the stairs, and in a moment where she lost of her footing, my sword took off her head completely. Her body dissolved into sand and reappeared in the centre of the lawns with a retort at her lips, "Come and wear me out, Old man!"
"With pleasure!" I lunged over the banister and caught her head-on. I could hear the sudden speed of her heartbeat, could smell her pleasure and thrill at being caught in a sudden attack, the metal on metal scraped and clashed together to make music so beautiful and interesting.
I had her backed up against a tree, the thick smell of excitement and ecstasy a potent and overpowering aroma that had my jaws watering for her blood and her heart. The broadsword cut through her stomach, she gasped, releasing her grip on her sword and blinking up at me with a look of surprise on her face, "Have I worn you out already?" I mocked.
Molly's face contorted into an animalistic snarl as I cut through her again and her body turned to dust, the sands reforming to the left of me, her hand now gripping the sword as she reappeared and met me in the middle of one of her stronger attacks. "Work at it a bit harder, Alucard, I will not tire easily." She called breathlessly, as my sword just nipped her side as she flitted away with her usual speed.
Her excitement was tangible in the air, swirling around her like a robe as she parried attacks, her body swaying away from me like some bloody waltz. Her eyes, probably like mine, glowed with the fire of a fight, her fangs lengthened, as did her jaw and the sudden sound of splintering bone and breaking skin mingled in with the repetitive clang of metal on metal and she stood before me in full-demon form, running with me with her new speed, dodging and attacking faster than before.
Both of us started to laugh, realising that she had become more experienced, that she almost matched me. "I think I may have to fight a little harder than usual to beat you and, seeing as you called upon your trump card I shall call up my own." Molly's grin broadened and she bounced away as I called upon the hounds of hell—my familiars—and their jaws caught her hair and grazed her back as she spun away.
Cheers cut through the noise of our steamy fighting, a glance told me the Geese had lined up in the trees separating the gardens from the field and they were cheering in awe as two demons ripped at each other for sheer enjoyment. Our passionate fighting continued, Molly's chest rising and falling heavily, her body shaking with excitement and the suppression of the complete monster inside her.
My familiars lunged at her, catching her in their jaws, only for her to turn to ash in their mouths and escape, each time running around me faster and jumping at my back, catching me in mid turn to wrap her legs around my waist and get her claws into me; she suppressed the notion to bite, knowing that her poison may harm me- though I would not hold back as she did for me.
I tore into her throat, she froze, immediately catching mine in hers, we pulled at the arteries, growling into each others throats like animals, the demonic fight so barbaric and like nothing I had ever fought like before. I threw her away from her, the pain from her venomous and possibly paralytic bite subsiding as my neck quickly regenerated, the flesh creeping over newly formed arteries. She stood a few meters from me, her torso drenched in black and red, the reptilian scales over her legs, arching around her back and back over her breasts were slick with the bloody mess, her black claws clogged with flesh and hair, her mouth stained with blood.
Our excitement mixed in the air, the scent of two demons hungry for blood poisoning the air. She resorted to a crouching form and shouted: "The boundaries are broken, be a monster, Alucard. Break me—you know you want to!"
"With pleasure!" I roared, allowing the shadows to take me, her eyes widened with excitement, all four eyes great round circles of black and white and red, her black tongue licked her lips and the cheers stopped as we headed for each other again, the smell of fear mingling with the smell of our fighting.
I could smell the fear in the air, it pushed me on and though this was only a game, only practise, only fun and games, I felt that I had to win at any cost. Competitive natures collided and Molly's body fell to the ground in bloody ash, still and unmoving.
I paused, slowly and cautiously allowing the power pumping through my body to ease. The ash moved and suddenly hit the air in a mist of black ash, swarming at me and pushing into my mouth and eyes. I could feel her in my veins...
I stood still, this sensation so alien to me, my power doubled and then depleted, doubled again and then depleted and finally I realised this is what she wanted, she wanted to absorb me entirely. I sighed, realising that I had to get rid of her at all costs and started to pull at my own flesh, allowing myself to step back into the shadows that reinforced my power as flecks of ash fell from within my veins and stained the earth.
After a few more moments, Molly couldn't take it anymore, she fled, making me retch as she broke free from the numerous wounds and stood in front of me dazed. "I was sure that would work…" She whispered dreamily.
"You thought wrong." I growled, my familiars immediately caught her and held her down, the shadows wrapping around her to suppress her degeneration and I stepped over coolly, licking blood from my fingers. "Have I worn you out yet?" I asked playfully.
"I am not yet spent, Mister Alleycat, I am not ready to give in to you." She teased back.
"Alleycat?" I chuckled, feeling her blood in my veins from the small meal earlier, the warm tingling sensations ran through my body, her mind now a dull buzz I could just about hear, her excitement filled my nostrils with a sexual urgency, her heartbeat pumping hard within her small, fragile body.
"Or should I say pussycat?" Molly grinned, her form suddenly crumbling to ash and spreading over the lawn so it was impossible to know where she would attack from.
"Pussycat? Are you implying that I'm tame, Blue? I can be quite feral…"
"Quite does not come close, those jaws are really rather cruel," her arms wrapped around my shoulders, I paused, feeling the buzz of excitement wane from her. "Integra doesn't look very happy with us, Pussycat." She purred in my ear.
My fingers wrapped around her neck, impaling my hand on the poisonous spines as I threw her over my shoulder and to the ground, my foot planted firmly on her torso. "Check mate," I purred back as I leaned into her face.
"But I am not spent!" She cried in anger.
"Would you like me to exhaust you?" I asked, straightening up. She dropped the demonic form in a small pile of ash around her feet, her naked body dispersing and reappearing fully clothed—a trick she had taught herself to stop from any embarrassment during a battle. "I thought that was the aim of our fig-"
"ALUCARD!" Came a shout from the terrace. I answered the covert command, returning to her side.
"Yes?" I asked apathetically, the buzz of our fight waning to be replaced by seriousness and tranquility.
"What the hell do you think you were doing?" She asked as smoke practically poured from her nostrils, and her eyes narrowed in suppressed anger.
"Practising," I replied, with calm complacency as Molly joined me.
"The old man needs to keep in shape, after all." She purred teasingly. Integra's eyes narrowed further.
"Don't encourage him, Molly, he needs to stay focused—as do you!" Molly's hand went to her nonexistent hat—she had lost her top-hats in fights and beneath French derrieres.
"I apologise, we will find something else to keep us entertained in future." I inclined my head to my master, watching as her frame relaxed and her hand sought out the silver cigar box inside her suit.
"Alucard, I'm leaving for a meeting at Number Ten, I'm needed in a discussion with the new Prime Minister and cabinet staff, so I'm leaving you and Molly to take care of anything should the need arise, Walter assures me tonight will be quiet, but just in case…"
"Understood, Master," I bowed to her, Molly inclined her head with a lopsided smile as Integra left through the kitchen with a couple of her bodyguards. A few moments later, the Rolls Royce pulled out of the estate and meandered down the driveway, the moonlight glancing off the body and windows occasionally as it bent under trees and slid onto the motorway a few minutes away.
"It is awful about the bombings at the Houses of Parliament, is it not?" Molly sat on the banister as I followed the progress of the soldiers with my eyes.
"It's understandable at a time like this though, Blue, the economy has taken quite a hit I am told and it is in human nature to use someone as a scapegoat, and the present government just so happens to be it." Molly nodded slowly, one leg hanging down the side of the banister with the other propped up, knee pointed up at the indigo sky, her back resting against a large urn. Our sudden serenity such a change to our fight and urgency only a few moments before.
I sat next to her, smiling slightly as explosives went off in the field and shouts echoed across the grounds. "So many innocent people were killed though; the latest figures showed that over ninety percent of the Labour party were killed, along with forty percent of the Torries and fifty percent of the Lib Dems—so many people."
"The replacement Prime Minister is said to be quite an Ice Maiden, I can't wait to meet her—perhaps she has the same nature as Integra, now that would be interesting."
"It certainly would." Molly agreed, turning and swinging both legs over the side. "I've never been one to be interested in politics, but this recent development has been quite interesting."
"Indeed. The group who allegedly blew up the Houses of Parliament have sent out numerous other videos threatening the rest of the politicians, claiming that the only way to get the people's freedom back would be to liberate them from the present Political movement. They want reforms that are just far too radical…none of their demands will be met, I am certain,"
"Mmm. And wouldn't it be awful if we had no government at all?" Molly sighed to herself and looked up at the sky. "I love summer evenings; everything just feels so much more cleaner and fresher,"
"But nights are shortened." I added grumpily. Yes, the evenings felt that much sweeter, but I preferred the familiar bite of winter nights, the touch of frost under my feet, the crunch of snow, the long evenings and fog and mists—they reminded me of home. Molly seemed to follow the direction of my thoughts.
"Summer evenings remind me of home, where is your home, Alucard—how long have you been away from it?" I frowned in answer.
"Far from here and a century ago, perhaps more."
"Will you tell me what it was like there? Were there fields and forests and greater sweeping night skies, or did you live in cramped cities, where the sky felt so small and compressed that it made you feel claustrophobic?"
"I lived in the countryside, nearer the mountains and forests, the nights were cold but sweet." I answered abruptly, falling silent to dissuade anymore questions, but Molly seemed happy with this answer.
"I should like to go there, I prefer the countryside to the cities, I would like to see my home again before my death." I glanced towards her, noting the sudden down-turn to her mouth, the sad glint to her pale blue eyes.
"You won't die for quite a while, Molly, you've lived this long and nothing is stopping you from living longer." We fell silent, the warm breeze of the summer evening buffeting our flesh and catching the bright leaves of the trees around us, the whistling and creaking branches singing an evening mantra to us.
"Shall we see our friend Walter, I still need to give him the present I brought him—I don't suppose you know when his birthday is?" Molly asked conversationally as we stepped back into the kitchen, the click of the French doors echoing with a reserved crispness as we made our way over the tiled floor and into the halls.
"I think his birthday is in May, I'm not sure which day." I answered as Molly paused at a cupboard door to the left of the hall and pulled out a hidden basket.
"Well, it's May second today, I think I shall give it to him early. Actually I still need to give you your present as well." She ran her hand through her hair thoughtfully as we trotted up the stairway in the hall and towards Walter's bedroom. "When is your birthday, Alucard?" She asked casually.
"I don't really have a birthday, after a few hundred years a birthday because meaningless and pointless. Though I suppose the day in which I was created is slightly more significant, in which case the 29th of May."
"29th of May you say? Did you know that was the fall of Constantinople, I was not born yet but I hear it was a pivotal moment in Christian society," I chuckled, how right she was. "But I suppose you already knew that, I am guessing you are a little older than me—forgive me if I am wrong,"
"No, I am older than you, though not really by much, you were born in 1498, right? That would make me around seventy years your senior," Molly whistled.
"You are old," I chuckled in response, not too old though…
A/N: Gonna leave it there for the moment, I want to build up these chapters. The first few will just be gentle reminders and teasers and clues and stuff, nothing tooooooo major should be happening, that is coming a bit later on. I hope you all enjoyed TWBL Volume 1, thanks for sticking it out XD and please leave a little reviewy for my little celebration this evening, of course, the celebration is kinda poisonal so I shan't give le details XD wow, my French is amazing.
Hey, thanks again, Marie for being an amazing Beta. I'm sorry if I become a pain in the ole tushy- tell me off if neccessary, I need to learn XD (like an untrained dog)
Anyway, you know what to do…leave a review after the beep.
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B/N: Jen's birthday is May 2nd!
A/N2: Seriously? Well, in that case, within the fanfiction....
Jen sits in her garden reading volume nine for 189th time as two figures sneak up behind her, one suddenly starts nah-nahing the batman theme tune. jen falls off her chair and glares at a marie and a Beth. Beth grins at Marie and both present a huge cake, which is rolled in by Avery who grins like a mad-cheshire cat. "Wanna open your cake?"(evil chuckles all around) Jen gets excited and opens the top of the cake.
A tall red-clad figure jumps out of the top, "BOO!" Jen swoons and faints.
Marie and Beth have acquired one of the best presents known to man- a real "living" alucard.
Happy inside-a-fanfiction-birthday Jen!:D