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PRELOGUE

DR SEWARD'S DIARY(kept in phonograph)

8 July 1897

There is method in his madness, and the rudimentary idea in my mind is growing. It will be a whole idea soon, and then, oh, unconscious cerebrations! You will have to give the wall to your conscious brother. I kept away from my friend for a few days, so that I might notice if there were any change. Things remain as they were except that he has managed to get a sparrow, and he has already partially tamed it. His means of taming is simple, for already the spiders have diminished. Those that do remain, however, are well fed, for he still brings in the flies by tempting them with his food.

MINA HARKER'S JOURNAL

6 November

His body reformed closer to the great doors of his home and laid still in an abandoned coffin, looking up at the men who had slew him. Abraham had turned his back to the conquered foe after degrading him. Triumphant as he may have been with Sir Godalming, Doctor jack was unsettled. Jack threw his medical bags down and took up the fallen Mr. Morris' Winchester, with intent as he marched to Dracula. Laid by Mr. Morris' body watching what transpired next. Jack whirled like the winds of Aphrodite's son to Dracula and the good Professor forced him back with some sort of unnatural will with just the palm of his hand.

"ABRAHAM!? HE IS NOT DEAD!" cried out Dr. Seward

I found his voice peculiar and changed. It was not the nervous yet relaxed voice of the man who fought feverently for Lucy and mine's sake. It was… chilling. Raspy. Not very masculine either. I saw Professor Van Helsing stand his ground and ready his axe in a tight grip, "Jack… hear me out. We need to discuss—"

"For what!? Hear you out for what!? There is no discussion needed! He is un monstro! Your so-called Nosferatu! He SHOULDN'T exist! I must finish what I started centuries ago!"

Jack charged again and Abraham pushed him again with that strange force—Wait… 'centuries ago'? What could he have meant by that? With a flash of rage, the strong Doctor hurled a fist to Van Helsing and again, Jack was fended off with ease. But, then I saw it. On his wrists were shackles. Silver shackles under the cuffs of his gloves. Wind gusted through and through the abandoned castle grounds and off went Jack's grey hat. The hat flying off, revealed long luscious black hair of wild waves. By God! It was like I was seeing double. Dracula laid there watching as well, the look on his face was that of (what I could guess to be) shock.

Dracula didn't bother to move, but his eyes spoke the very words that uttered from his lips "It's you." There in a glorious vindication of state, stood our Doctor Jack. With red eyes.

"Un monstro indeed".

1999, Battle of London

The Deus Ex Machina was left in shambles as a young vampire flew off with her master, soaring through the skies. A small chuckle came within the Deus Ex Machina's ruins. In the bursts and flames, there was a young Arizonan boy scout perhaps 14 of age, his flared-fluffy hair was a dark grey with black roots and ends. His bangs were pinned back with a bright pink clip. Strangely atop his head were grey cat ears with black tips. His eyes were a bright, viciously toxic-looking green. He cocked a small grin as her tugged on a red wagon with jars and boxes with labels on them. The boy gingerly held a bullet-bitten brain with an over-dramatized sigh, his voice quite girly and with a German accent "Mein Major, what a mess you've made of yourself. But ahhh… Betrieb Phönix Battalion begins!" The cat-boy placed the remains of the Major's brain into a jar and sat the jar with the remains of the other major Nazis of the Letzte Battalion that were in the wagon. He stood straight and gave the damning salute appropriate to his cause, he thought to himself with great pride of his name… 'Cheshter Katz'. He appeared shortly in Doc's lab, obtaining the scientist's and butler's charred and ruined bodies but was excited for something else. The ashes of the Shi. Packing these last remains of the Letzte Battalion, the Cat-boy faded.

Full moon of October, 2000 (mental notes)

Twenty years I have waited. A year has passed since the butler stopped bringing me food—I suppose he is dead. I have heard the murders, the gunfire, the screams of hopelessness, and the barking orders of the Last One. The Last Helsing. Twenty years I have spent under this damnable nosferatu's crypt. Dear Father, is this how Renfield felt?

Full moon of September, 2020 (mental notes)

It is 2020, forty years total now since my capture in 1980. That blasted nosferatu is surely gone. Vlad Tepes, Dracula, and Alucard—Gone. It is my time, my new master. Last descendant of my dearest mentor, Abraham Van Helsing. It is time….

"It is time to wake me— Mi maestro—Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing."