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'speech' for thoughts

"speech" normal

others to be added later, maybe

First encounter

-With a large, decrepit tome laid open on her lap, Cryna Makivel was seated in a large, cushioned armchair, staring out across London through the glass wall of her penthouse apartment in the city centre. The chair was the only furniture in the room. The rest of the space was occupied by piles of old books and parchments, the spoils of her many centuries of arcane research. At first glance, and generally in the daytime, one would take her for a normal ten-year old girl (except for going to school), living a normal life and interacting with normal people. But that was only a life she had forced herself to adopt, so as to keep intact whatever sanity she still possessed. It was only within these walls that she revealed her true nature. That of a frozen corpse, that of a lich, that of a little girl tricked into undeath by her cowardly father, three centuries prior.

Upon hearing the word lich, one would assume Cryna had the appearance of a decaying corpse clothed in a mage's robes. But no, her body was still as pristine as it had been in life, though of course, her skin was bluish, due to the fact that she kept her body temperature at a near freezing level. This effectively halted any decaying, when Cryna went out in public, she would cast an illusion upon herself, making herself look like your average British girl.

Being a lich, it went without saying that Cryna was a very powerful mage, coming from a strong bloodline of witches and warlocks. Of course, she had only gained the maturity for spellcasting years after her ascension. She had since learned an innumerable number of spells, mostly freezing magic.

Suddenly, she heard a knock at her door, which effectively pulled her from her reverie, so much so that she almost jumped out of her seat. She remained silent, her mind focused upon the person on the other side of the door.

"Enter Philip, it's unlocked," she said, upon discovering that it was only her vampire servant, who acted as her majordomo.

The vampire opened the door, entering the room, carrying several large books in one hand.

"I bring the books you requested. They were in the kitchen, rather than in the bathroom," Philip stated, setting the books beside his mistress.



"You realize that if someone other than you had made that comment, they would be dead by now, or worse," Cryna growled, grabbing one of the books and opening it over the tome on her lap.

"You're welcome," Philip said, as he knew that this was his mistress' unique way of saying thank you, not killing you after your done doing her biding.

"How's Eleanna? You reek of her blood tonight," the little lich commented.

"Oh, you noticed? Sorry, I guess I should have showered. She fine, if only a bit light-headed, she'll be fine in a day, maybe two, as we did go at it quite vigorously tonight," Philip chuckled.

"Asshole, I don't need reminding that I can never enjoy sex, in anyway or form," Cryna snapped.

"Ah, the advantages of being a vampire," the butler-vampire said, still chuckling.

"Alright, that's it, now you die!" Cryna roared, launching a bolt of arcane at her servant, who dodged it with ease, laughing wholeheartedly.

He then escaped out of the room, laughing and dodging spells the entire way, closed the door behind him and left Cryna to sulk in her chair. She returned to reading, but, finding herself unable to concentrate, she decided to go out for a midnight stroll. She got out of her chair, laying her books on a nearby pile, and made her way to the door. She opened it and found herself in a book-infested living room, which was furnished solely with a single chesterfield, a ceiling lamp and a coffee table, on which was set, brace for irony, a tea set. Cryna wormed her way through more books, until she reached the relatively clear entranceway. She grabbed her long black velvet coat, which came complete with a hood and silver trimmings. She then left, locking her door, as well as resetting the defencive spells setup all over her apartment.

After being greeted by the building's doorman, Alfred, who made no comment about her being a child or her being hooded, Cryna set out into Downtown London. She thought of what she could do. Perhaps go to a strip-bar, enter under an invisibility spell and then laugh as she remotely forces the strippers to have orgasms in front of the 

patrons. But she had done that one too many times recently, and was not bored of it, so she moved on to the next idea, which was soon cast aside as well, freezing the Thames over completely in the middle of summer would only cause trouble, more than she wanted to attract.

Suddenly, Cryna felt someone grab her shoulder from the front. She looked up, ready to strike whoever it was dead, but held back, upon seeing that it was a police officer, who was standing in front of a yellow tape with DANGER – POLICE written repeatedly on it in black lettering. Armored transports were inside the delimited zone, with heavily armed men standing around. All wore a crest with the word Hellsing written on top.

"Sorry if I startled you, little miss, but you were headed straight into a quarantine area," the man said. "Tell me, did you lose your way?"

"No sir, I was simply going for a stroll, mommy knows where I am at all times, so no worries," Cryna said, meddling in the officers mind, making him understand that she had a GPS cell phone, and leave it a that.

"Alright then, but I'll have to ask you to head in another direction," the officer then said.

"Why? What's going on mister officer," Cryna asked, acting as child like as she could, while making him believe she deserved to have the full story. She also made sure that the spell she had on him would erase his memory just before he spotted her.

"Well, apparently, there's some dangerous folk hold up in that building there, and this Hellsing group was called in to dispose of them. Think someone mentioned vampires, maybe a cult or something, bullocks if you ask me," the officer informed her.

She smiled as she pulled out of his mind, taking his memory on her way out. The officer froze, and then went back to his normal state, shaking his head and wondering what had just happened, before raising and lowering his shoulders and going back to his duties. Cryna had since moved into the alleyway beside the building where all the action was said to be happening.

'Vampires eh? Well then, if I can't take out my anger on Philip, I'll just kill some others of his kind," Cryna chuckled, grinning.



She froze the hinges of a fire door leading into the building, and then snapped her fingers, shattering the steel, causing the door to fall forwards. She then entered the building, her eyes and hands glowing blue.

Seras Victoria was working her way through the multitude of ghouls that were wandering around each of the thirty stories of the building. Alucard had told her that she would be soloing this mission. This had of course brought her firstly joy, then irritation. She had thought that he had given her this solo mission because he believed she was capable, only to discover that it was because he was feeling lazy. At least it was doubtful that she would encounter Anderson here, only vampires, hungry, ravenous vampires. Good thing she was one too.

Suddenly, she heard a scream from the floor above. Seras, believing it was a survivor, shot her way through the ghouls and rushed up the stairs. She heard another scream, and was able to pinpoint the room of its origin. She rushed forward, her huge sniper rifle raised, only to stop dead as a hood figure exited the room toward which she was headed. It was small, too small for an adult, and when it turned slightly toward her, Seras saw that it had the face of a young girl, with glowing blue eyes. She laughed in an eerie, supernatural manner, and then ran off down the hallway. Seras had noticed that the girl had no fangs, and of course, she wanted to run off after her, but as she passed the room form which the screams had come, alls he saw was an agonizing female vampire with ice spears pining her to a wall, another spear was hovering just in front of her chest, slowly advancing toward her heart. The whole room was devastated, with frost covering the floor and shards of ice, blood and dust everywhere. The vampire looked at Seras with horrified eyes.

"Help me! Stop this thing! Please!" she pleaded, only to fall silent when she saw Seras shouldering her rifle.

"Impure souls shall be cast down into the pits of hell, Amen," Seras uttered, firing her rifle off, blasting away the vampiress' heart with an insanely large calibre blessed silver rifle round.

The vampiress spat out blood, just before falling to dust. The ice spears melted away, just as another scream, this time from a man, echoed, along with gunfire.



"Die you insane bitch! Die! Why won't you die!" the man, which Seras deduced was a vampire, shouted.

Seras rushed up more stairs, arriving just in time to see the same little girl running along the wall, two scythes made of ice held in her hands, launch herself at the trigger happy vampire, and thrust the blade of one of her weapons into his heart, while slicing off his head with the other.

"Two down, six to go," the girl chanted, obviously enjoying herself. She turned around, noticing Seras, and gave her another smile.

Seras shouldered her rifle, fearing for her life. The girl stepped forward.

"Stay right where you are!" Seras ordered, trying her best not to seem afraid.

"You've no authority over me, little vampire, and worry not, I'm only here for the others like you, upstairs. You see, I have a thing for those who act to uphold justice, and you seem to be here for just that," the little girl stated, starting to turn around. "Now stay out of my way, you've no reason to stop me from killing off these youngsters."

"What in God's name are you?" Seras asked.

"I, my dear? I am but a humble little lich, out for a little relaxing stroll," The girl chuckled, after halting and turning toward Seras.

The girl then lowered her hood, revealing her face and black hair. both her skin and hair had a tinge of blue set on them, making her unnervingly creepy. And with her ice scythes still held in hand, she was terrifying. The prospect of such malice coming from such a small girl did not fit in Seras' mind.

Suddenly the girl vanished, leaving only an echo cackle. Soon after, screams of agonizing vampires could be heard. Seras just stood there, stunned and terrified. It was only when a squad of "Wild Geese" arrived to check up on her did she really come out of her shock.

"Senior officer Victoria, you alright?" asked the squad leader.

"Yeah…Yeah, I'm alright, just shocked at what I just witnessed," Seras said, not even looking at the man, only straight ahead, and not moving a muscle.

"And what is that6" the squad leader asked, suddenly spooked.

"Ever heard of a lich? Because that's what just took out every last vampire in here, other then myself, and worse, it was just a little girl," the Draculina said, just before she fell backwards, having obviously fainted.

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