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Setting the scene
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The moon, freshly raised over the horizon, illuminated its blue glow upon the awaiting earth. Its normal day goers headed off in to unguided slumber; unaware of what turmoil and horror was happening right outside their thin walls and plain glass windows. One particular place the moon shined upon was the Orphanage Ferdinant Lukes, near Rome. In such a place the head Father; Alexander Andersong tucked in each child to their nightly illusions saying a soft prayer before they drifted off to sleep.
"An lead us not into temptation boot deliver us from evil...Amen," Andersong said softly to the room full of half asleep children before turning to the door; outstretching his mammoth hand griping the rickety handle as gently as possible before opening it and exiting the room. The Priest, a bit wary from the day's activities with the children of his Orphanage, headed off to his own chambers for perhaps a wink of slumber . . . or so one would think. However, as he approached his room his _expression, which was once calm and perhaps a bit warn, turned sour and slightly angered. He cut his eyes around behind him as he spotted the tall figure near the window. It was no doubt that foul abomination of Hellsing Alucard!
"Whit do ye think ye'er doin here midian?!" Andersong scowled to the beast as he turned to face him.
Alucard simply chuckled and raised his gloved finger to his mouth "Shhh! Don't wanna wake the children do ya?" he asked with a cynical chuckle. Alucard's hand lowered to his side, with every soft step he made his figure trailed closer to the Judas Priest; his trench coat flowing like a pool of blood against the shadows.
Andersong growled at the beast's cocky comment; his fists clenching tightly together while taking angered heavy steps towards Alucard. There they both stood face to face and nose to nose, Andersong's tempers flaring madly as Alucard kept his usual cocky and smug grin.
"Weel? Gunna anwser me question, moongrel?" Andersong scowled at the monster again though this time in a more of a whisper.
"Heh. Well, aren't you a bossy one, Judas," Alucard retorted with a slight cackle before calming himself once again. "In actuality I managed to 'SNEAK' away from my Master for awhile to see if you were perhaps interested in a good old fashion duel. That is, if you aren't afraid Maxwell will find out and burn your ass for violating the treaty." Alucard let the question trail off to the holy knight; a rather curious tone to his voice.
"Oho!" Was all the escaped from between Andersong's lips as his hand raised up to the back of his neck tugging on it his, head tilted making a loud ' CRACK!' from the depths of his neck bone. With a soft chuckle Andersong's _expression changed from the angered one earlier to a more psychotic leer. "Psh! Dun mock me ye fell beast. We earthly agents o' divine heaven will ne'er back doon from the likes o' ye!" Andersong replied with a slightly amused tone to his voice as well.
Alucard quirked his dark eye brow over his deep crimson eyes behind those yellow glasses "A simple yes or no would have sufficed, Judas. I didn't need another one of your worn speeches." With another cynical grin he cackled before turning his back on the Judas priest, letting his crimson trench coat swing outwards brushing Andersong in the face in a way similar to one slapping him with a dueling glove. ". . . tonight at midnight. The local I leave to your choice," Alucard simply said as he stood their awaiting a reply.
Andersong scowled at the comment about his speeches. He prided himself on those 'worn speeches' and this beast was not only mocking him but the grand words of God! "How dare ye mock the H..Gah! Ye damned fool!" Andersong growled out while being interrupted by the monster turning his back and the smack in the face by his coat further mocking him. He was tempted so bad to impale the beast while his back was turned right here and now but he kept his calm. Andersong's emerald eyes glanced up to the clock on the wall seeing it was only 10:15pm. With a soft sigh at the long wait that was ahead he looked back to the abomination.
"Very weel . . . midnight it is," he replied simply, still trying to calm himself from the slap in the face. "As fer the place . . . do ye know wher' the town square is? Beside it is ae large field - perfect fer layin' ye'er pathetic unholy body tae rest." Andersong's retort was sent out with a smug grin across his lips as him and Alucard seemed to be exchanging verbal blows like the usual.
"Heh, very well then," Alucard replied coldly as he started walking towards the window in which he entered. Just before reaching it, Alucard turned and leered at the behemoth. "Oh, and don't be in a hurry to lose Judas . . ." Alucard commented with a wicked laugh when he noticed the sigh Andersong gave when he noticed the time.
Andersong clenched his white gloved fists tightly, almost to the point of shaking he was so angered; something that wasn't normal of him. Before, he could have stayed just as cool-headed as that freak. Perhaps it was the lack of sleep he has been getting lately. "Right noo get oot o' here ye midian. The children need ther rest," Andersong coldly commanded to Alucard before turning his back; returning on his path to his room, still wanting to get a small bit of rest before their duel in a few hours.
With a simple chuckle Alucard stepped backwards against the window as his body began to fade out of sight. "Till tonight Judas," he said as his face disappeared. Nonetheless, in one last mockery he let out a loud cynical laugh that quickly rumbled through the very foundations of the Orphanage; waking up the children with fear struck in their hearts.
Just before Andersong got to his room he heard and felt the rumbling of the mongrels laugh. Cutting his head and eyes over to where Alucard was Andersong growled heavily. "Damn ye!" He heard the children in the other room crying and rustling around. Making his way to their room he busted in not thinking about how it would scare the pants off the children. Just as he entered brashly all the children shrieked and began throwing things at Andersong not knowing who it was.
Going wide eyed Andersong stumbled back and tumbled over onto his back from the shrieking and the few pillows that pummeled his face. "OOF!" After a few moments of resting on the floor one of the children turned on the light. Seeing it wasn't anyone bad all the children huddled around Andersong. "Sorry Father!" the children apologized as Andersong's head popped up from behind a pillow; eyes swirling before he shook his head and gave the children a soft smile. "Dun worry boot it...jus heid aff til bed again alright?"
All the children nodded and headed off to their own beds; nuzzling into them comfortably. Andersong, rising up from the floor, handed the children their pillows back and headed out the door. "G'night, children." Closing the door behind him his face twisted; changing from the soft, sweet smile to a psychotic and provoked glare. Sharply he cut his eyes around the halls checking around for Alucard. Seeing the coast was clear Andersong made his way to his room; his body hunching down he was so exhausted. He hopped that perhaps this time he might make it back to his room. With excited glee his hand grasped the door handle and just as he was about to open the door he felt a small tug on the back of his coat. Instinctively his head hung suddenly as he groaned before turning around he looked to the small child behind him. She had a tiny hand full of his coat as her soft voice rang out like the sweet tolling of bells. "Father Alex, I can't sweep. Can ya tell me a bed time story?"
With a sigh inwards his heart broke from just looking at her face. A warm smile came across his own face as he knelt down beside the young girl. "Sure lil' yin. Let's go aff til ye'er room an' ah will tell ye ae story." Taking the little girls hand, he brought the little girl to her room. Laying her in her bed Andersong told her a short story from the Bible; of course, one of the less scary parts of the Bible.
Once the child was in silent slumber Andersong rose and retreated out of the room, closing the door gently so not to wake the child. He turned fast and with a rather hasty speed, headed to his room. As he approached the door he saw a small child sitting at the doorway looking up at him. Andersong suddenly came to a stop almost falling as he looked down to the child, wanting desperately just to sleep. "Whit is it lad?" he asked the child softly though inside he was dieing from the lack of sleep.
"I have to go potty," the child simply said his legs crossed together tightly in a x shape. Blinking at the child Andersong's eye twitched a bit as he then fell over onto his back one leg up in the air. He let out a long loud sigh as his head lay on the cold floor. The child walked over to him and began poking him in the gut. "Father. You dead?" The child was silent for a moment then poked Father Andersong again. "I still have to potty."
'Ah will ne'er get any sleep before this duel tonight,' Andersong thought as he lay upon the ground, the little innocent continuing his insistent prodding.
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