Hellsing: Alucard's Son
Prologue:
As soon as he walked in the door of the pub, he knew it wasn't too bad of a situation, but he couldn't back down now. All the hours he'd spent in the town library, studying, pondering infinite questions, they had better be worth it because he doesn't want to waste any more time than he has already.
"So, you decided to show… alone though? Feeling a bit too tough I think, or naïve even. Surely someone with your wits would've brought at least one friend to take your body home to your mum," said Dorian.
"I did, so what?" asked Cebastian, "the only way I could come is alone, for if I told anyone then surely they wouldn't have let me come at all and I would not be standing before you."
He felt the anticipation and excitement at the events about to occur coursing through his body, as if someone slipped an IV up his arm and was pumping adrenaline into his system.
He waited. There was a movement to his right; it was the brute that worked for Dorian, sidling around to block the door. Cebastian just grinned to himself as he counted up the number of opponents in his head; Dorian flanked by two, the brute blocking the door, the bartender might be a slight problem and there's the three playing Blackjack at the table.
Eight-to-one odds, not bad Cebastian thought, they might actually have a chance of winning. He smiled and strolled carelessly to the bar.
"Bartender, I shall have a scotch. You may leave the bottle. Would you like anything?" he asked Dorian. "I'll stay with water thank you. I'd like to be sober when I watch the life drain from your body so I can remember the feeling of triumph."
Cebastian just laughed. He thought about ending it quickly when he arrived, but now he was quite amused with the situation and Dorian's cockiness.
"Surely you'll fight me yourself, and not your gang of scoundrels vs. me?" he asked.
"Certainly! And with pleasure." Dorian sneered.
"Can we finish this soon? I've got things to do. I promise it will be quick." Cebastian pondered leaving Dorian with a look of confusion and anger.
"You won't be leaving unless I say, you know. Your life is in my hands now and I'm taking it tonight with or without a fight." Dorian assured him. Cebastian threw back another shot of scotch, slammed his hands on the bar, head down, and laughed like a madman.
"Is that so!?" he yelled, "I think not, because you see, you and your men will have to perish by my hand tonight. See you at the funeral."
There was a flash of light, a spray of red, and the next thing anyone knew, Dorian was lying on the ground with a hole in his chest and Cebastian stood over him holding his heart.
"Now, the party has officially begun."