After the Count had returned from rain and storms, paying one last tribute to his eternal beloved Ever, his Angel of Delight, his long-stalked figure made its way down to the basement of the Hellsing Mansion. Removing his soaking duster jacket and fedora, he slumped down into his throne, shaking his hair to chase the remaining drops of rain that had managed to scurry onto his long, ebony strands then sticking to his damp face.
Removing his pentacle marked gloves and raising his left hand, he snapped his fingers in a sharp sound as a rather voluptuous woman came from the profound cesspools of darkness. Eyes gleamed at the lustful sight, tapping his lap as he invited the feminine figure to sprawl sideways across his legs, her hips swaying as her clothes went melting off her curves.
With an instant impish chuckle, he grabbed hold of one of his pure blood bottles, along with a wine glass, contemplating it for a few seconds before tossing the small receptacle behind him, that melodious sound of shattering glass echoing in the dark place.
As the devil he had always been, his hand slightly tipped the dark green glass bottle over the naked, flirtacious curves of the depraved damsel, his sinuous and reptilian tongue licking hungrily over and between the woman's breasts, then tracing down to her stomach, his damp muscle digging into her belly button. Her whimpers became moans as he let more blood from the bottle trickle between her legs, that sick yet dreamy tongue lapping at her pleasure cherry with a set of vigorous flickerings, he pulled away after each drop of vital fluid had been cleaned off her skin.
Allowing her to get up from his lap, she would dance in a sublime manner, the room merely lit up with candles, half straddling the Count as her hips waved in a frantic manner, his eyes became dim, staring into nothingness and not actually paying attention to her presence, his head filled with such nicer thoughts, ones of the memories and best times he had in the presence of his deceased Countess. His mind had trouble focusing on the fact he had lost the most amazing woman he had encountered, his love, his lioness, Ever.
His thin, discoloured lips heaved a deep sigh, before getting annoyed and biting into that mere distraction, fangs sinking deeply into her flesh, he took mouthfuls of her blood as shadows formed onto his back, seizing her arms and legs as they ripped the rest of her nude figure to shreds, blood, arms and legs flying across the cold basement, he let his dental grip off her half snapped neck pushing her to the floor. Staring at the dismemberd figure, his hands went raking into his still damp hair, backing himself on his throne as his maniacal laughter began to sound through the walls of the lavish mansion, crimson tears of emptiness and sadness flowing down his cheeks.