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Walter, etc.) with the exception of ones I created, are copyright of Kohta
Hirano. (Although I wouldn't mind owning Alucard. )
If you have any questions pertaining to this story or anything else, feel
free to email me.
The Bird of Hermes and the Heretic
Isabella sat in a pool of blood, a crazed smile playing upon her ruby lips as she watched the crimson liquid stain her stark white dress. She licked her lips and reached over to the body of the priest whom she had slain moments before. She pulled off the silver cross which still hung around his neck and threw it into the ever-growing pool of blood.
"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned!" She cackled, her voice high and mocking.
But the vampire's smile faded as she heard the sound of many footsteps on the floor below. Isabella gave a low, guttural chuckle and rose to her feet. She strode calmly over to the heavy mahogany door that was the entrance to the bellfry.
"Well, well, Father Reston," Isabella said thoughtfully to the mangled corpse. "Your cries have alerted the rest of the church. But don't worry, I'll have some of them join you soon."
William was the first to hear Father Reston's screams of terror. He leapt up from his chair at once and hurried through the halls of the church. The screams continued and increased in volume for about a minute, then they abruptly stopped. William and a handful of the other priests dashed through the silent halls towards the church's belltower, where the screams had originated from.
"Father Reston?" William threw open the heavy door of the bellfry.
Although he had been running, William skidded to a halt as a eerie sight met his eyes. The room was dimly lit, and what little moonlight there was glinted brightly off the large bell which hung suspended in the air. A young woman clothed in a long white gown knelt by the still figure of Father Reston. And although her face was obscured by her long, sable hair, William could see that she was crying.
"M-Madam...what happened here?" William took a timid step towards the woman, his companions remaining rivetted by the door. "Is he..."
Her features still hidden beneath waves of ebony locks, she reached out slowly and took William's tan right hand into her startlingly pale white ones. Her voice was choked with tears.
"H-He....he..."
"What is it?" William inquired as he leaned closer.
Suddenly, her grip became powerful and vice-like, William found that he couldn't extract himself from her hold. The woman threw back her head, revealing a pair of crazed emerald eyes, sneering crimson lips, and twin milk-white fangs dripping blood. Isabella's lips pulled up into a chilling smile as she spoke:
"He's in Hell now."
"M-Monster!" William turned frantic as he fought to escape from her. But his futile attempts were halted forever as Isabella sunk her fangs into the tender flesh of his neck. Terrible cries tore their way out of William's mouth as Isabella leapt upon him with inhuman speed and strength. The vampiress laughed raucously as she felt her victim squirm helplessly. The men at the door watched on in disbelief. With an almightly roar, Isabella ripped out a large portion of William's flesh, held it in her mouth for a moment, and cast it towards the remaining priests. The fivesome recoiled as the grisly object landed barely a yard away from them. They were all praying earnestly now, a few even clutching pathetically at their cassocks and crossing themselves. But the bravest of the five, Father Roland, stepped forward resolutely, brandishing a copy of the Bible and his crucifix. His voice was small at first, but grew in volume as he continued.
"B-Begone from here, evil one!" He thundered, his watery blue eyes betraying the slightest of fear. "Or we...shall banish thee to Hell!"
In one swift movement, Isabella discarded William's body, snatched up the cross that Father Roland held, snapped the object in half, and struck Roland dead at her feet.
"Human, I banish thee to death!" She declared laconically.
By now, the remaining men had seen more than enough. Eyes wide with terror, they fled from the place. Isabella yawned as she watched them depart. She didn't feel like pursuing them. Ah well, they'll carry the gruesome tale of what I've done to the Vatican. Just like I want them to.
Two years later, Isabella looked back upon the memory of those killings and smiled to herself. What good times. She was bleeding from countless places, and couldn't even muster enough energy to lift up her head, let alone stand. Her green eyes turned to gaze up at the tall figure which towered over her.
"If I knew Iscariot had pissants like you in their inventory, I would have challenged you blokes sooner." she said weakly. "And what say ye now, Father Wrexmar?"
Father Wrexmar was a giant of a man. He sheathed his broadswords and scowled down at the wounded vampire. His breaths came in short gasps. His long battle with Isabella had drained his strength considerably.
"Isabella d'Anjou the Heretic." He spoke the words with much disgust. "Scum like you should be slain at once."
Isabella groaned lightly as she fought to stand up. "You know," she said. "They call me 'Bella the Bloody' in jolly ol' France. Slay me then, human, and get it over with."
Wrexmar frowned as he reached into his robes and withdrew a length of heavy rope. "Were it my choice, vampire, you'd be nothing more than scattered ash on a crossroad now. However, my orders from Iscariot are quite clear. I'm to bring ye in alive."
Isabella hissed lowly and licked up the blood that trickled down her face as Wrexmar proceded to bind her. "Lovely."
To her surprise, a small smile arose on Wrexmar's features. "Oh," he said as he borne her up high. "You'll be wishing I killed ye when Iscariot's done with ye."
For the first time since she'd become a vampire, Isabella felt fear. Fear for her future, and uncertainty on whether she would survive the coming days.
The Bird of Hermes and the Heretic
Isabella sat in a pool of blood, a crazed smile playing upon her ruby lips as she watched the crimson liquid stain her stark white dress. She licked her lips and reached over to the body of the priest whom she had slain moments before. She pulled off the silver cross which still hung around his neck and threw it into the ever-growing pool of blood.
"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned!" She cackled, her voice high and mocking.
But the vampire's smile faded as she heard the sound of many footsteps on the floor below. Isabella gave a low, guttural chuckle and rose to her feet. She strode calmly over to the heavy mahogany door that was the entrance to the bellfry.
"Well, well, Father Reston," Isabella said thoughtfully to the mangled corpse. "Your cries have alerted the rest of the church. But don't worry, I'll have some of them join you soon."
William was the first to hear Father Reston's screams of terror. He leapt up from his chair at once and hurried through the halls of the church. The screams continued and increased in volume for about a minute, then they abruptly stopped. William and a handful of the other priests dashed through the silent halls towards the church's belltower, where the screams had originated from.
"Father Reston?" William threw open the heavy door of the bellfry.
Although he had been running, William skidded to a halt as a eerie sight met his eyes. The room was dimly lit, and what little moonlight there was glinted brightly off the large bell which hung suspended in the air. A young woman clothed in a long white gown knelt by the still figure of Father Reston. And although her face was obscured by her long, sable hair, William could see that she was crying.
"M-Madam...what happened here?" William took a timid step towards the woman, his companions remaining rivetted by the door. "Is he..."
Her features still hidden beneath waves of ebony locks, she reached out slowly and took William's tan right hand into her startlingly pale white ones. Her voice was choked with tears.
"H-He....he..."
"What is it?" William inquired as he leaned closer.
Suddenly, her grip became powerful and vice-like, William found that he couldn't extract himself from her hold. The woman threw back her head, revealing a pair of crazed emerald eyes, sneering crimson lips, and twin milk-white fangs dripping blood. Isabella's lips pulled up into a chilling smile as she spoke:
"He's in Hell now."
"M-Monster!" William turned frantic as he fought to escape from her. But his futile attempts were halted forever as Isabella sunk her fangs into the tender flesh of his neck. Terrible cries tore their way out of William's mouth as Isabella leapt upon him with inhuman speed and strength. The vampiress laughed raucously as she felt her victim squirm helplessly. The men at the door watched on in disbelief. With an almightly roar, Isabella ripped out a large portion of William's flesh, held it in her mouth for a moment, and cast it towards the remaining priests. The fivesome recoiled as the grisly object landed barely a yard away from them. They were all praying earnestly now, a few even clutching pathetically at their cassocks and crossing themselves. But the bravest of the five, Father Roland, stepped forward resolutely, brandishing a copy of the Bible and his crucifix. His voice was small at first, but grew in volume as he continued.
"B-Begone from here, evil one!" He thundered, his watery blue eyes betraying the slightest of fear. "Or we...shall banish thee to Hell!"
In one swift movement, Isabella discarded William's body, snatched up the cross that Father Roland held, snapped the object in half, and struck Roland dead at her feet.
"Human, I banish thee to death!" She declared laconically.
By now, the remaining men had seen more than enough. Eyes wide with terror, they fled from the place. Isabella yawned as she watched them depart. She didn't feel like pursuing them. Ah well, they'll carry the gruesome tale of what I've done to the Vatican. Just like I want them to.
Two years later, Isabella looked back upon the memory of those killings and smiled to herself. What good times. She was bleeding from countless places, and couldn't even muster enough energy to lift up her head, let alone stand. Her green eyes turned to gaze up at the tall figure which towered over her.
"If I knew Iscariot had pissants like you in their inventory, I would have challenged you blokes sooner." she said weakly. "And what say ye now, Father Wrexmar?"
Father Wrexmar was a giant of a man. He sheathed his broadswords and scowled down at the wounded vampire. His breaths came in short gasps. His long battle with Isabella had drained his strength considerably.
"Isabella d'Anjou the Heretic." He spoke the words with much disgust. "Scum like you should be slain at once."
Isabella groaned lightly as she fought to stand up. "You know," she said. "They call me 'Bella the Bloody' in jolly ol' France. Slay me then, human, and get it over with."
Wrexmar frowned as he reached into his robes and withdrew a length of heavy rope. "Were it my choice, vampire, you'd be nothing more than scattered ash on a crossroad now. However, my orders from Iscariot are quite clear. I'm to bring ye in alive."
Isabella hissed lowly and licked up the blood that trickled down her face as Wrexmar proceded to bind her. "Lovely."
To her surprise, a small smile arose on Wrexmar's features. "Oh," he said as he borne her up high. "You'll be wishing I killed ye when Iscariot's done with ye."
For the first time since she'd become a vampire, Isabella felt fear. Fear for her future, and uncertainty on whether she would survive the coming days.