Chapter 2
A.N: Sorry for the late updates but I am in University and have been getting very sick of late so my focus tends to waver. I will do my best thank you for your views and interest it makes me feel very happy!
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There was no time to waste, now was the time act. A private plane was arranged to take me to Mainland and to the city Cecelia Blake was hiding in. I grabbed my black backpack filled with the tools of my trade upon entry to my private chambers in the palace. Remembering the urgency of my mission I made my way to the charter the quickest way I knew by jumping from my balcony. I let myself fall for a few seconds, seconds that felt like a glorious infinity, then my wings appeared and unfolded to carry me the rest of the way. I like the rest of the royal family and magic council have enough power to partially transform with the use of our soul charms, the charms held our familiars that allow us to possess their bodies
Touching down I could feel the crimson, flame bright appendages folding into my shoulder blades leaving the skin hot and sore.
"This way Lady Dracavitch." A young woman wearing a flight attendants uniform motioned towards the plane's mobile staircase. After climbing into the plane's cabin I took a seat and set my backpack down next to me. Soon the giant piece of metal was airborne and steady. No attendants came to offer refreshment, they all knew that I much preferred silence. I opened my bag and fished out the thick manila folder that had been left in my chambers early that day. In it were photos of the target, her friends, her coworkers, employment and home. "As soon as I land there will be nowhere left for you to hide," I mused darkly. My eyes caught sight of a small key tucked carefully into a side pocket. Picking it up it became clear that for this mission I was to stay in a flat rather than a hotel. Tucking it into the pocket of my jacket I finished examining the file before zipping it into my pack.
Once back on solid ground it was off to work. Blinking sleep away I waited for the mobile stairs to be put in place. Outside the plane I was greeted again by the young flight attendant that had waved me up the very same steps; this time she was waving me towards a non descript black car.
"Good luck Ms. Dracavitch" she said in a energetic voice. Obviously the flight attendants had gotten more sleep than my five minutes.
With a click I was sealed inside the vehicle behind heavily tinted windows. The driver didn't say a word instead he waited for me to put on the seat belt before peeling away from the curb. The problem with expensive cars is that there smooth and the engines are too quiet. It didn't take long for my brain to go fuzzy with exhaustion. Pinching at my thigh I willed the tired feeling to go away.
"No" I whispered.
"We can sleep when we're dead."
The car moved smoothly in and out of the mid afternoon traffic, the sun was already dipping lower in the sky, soaking the scenery with hues of reds and oranges. Though it was getting late London was a city of constant movement. Not in the busy way that New York never sleeps but in the way that the streets and buildings were alive with people, cars and lights. Old and new mixed into each other as buildings attempted to mirror they're ancestors and on we drove. The driver stopped in front of a upper class apartment building that stretched high into the air alongside its neighbours. When I stepped out with my pack the driver nodded in my direction then left me alone in front of my temporary home.
I strode into the posh lobby immediately wished for a shower. It was all just so clean, and after sitting for so long in a plane I was feeling a bit gross. The key from the folder I had been given had the apartment number engraved onto it, 1203, so I stepped onto the old style elevator and made my way to the twelfth and top floor. It didn't take long to scope out my surroundings. The rooms were tastefully decorated but plain, void of personality yet comfortable. Setting my bag down I took a tour of the rooms, a few things had been provided already, some clothes had been left neatly hanging in the large wardrobe and the kitchen had been pre stocked. I spent I good twenty minutes securing the place, pulling out a bound piece of leather resembling a paintbrush roll out of the bag of tricks I placed it carefully beside the bed. Next came a handgun, a small knife and what looked like a pill bottle full of red crystals, stored magic. The gun went in the sitting room, the crystals in the bedroom and using the knife I carved small runes into a few of the walls to keep out unwanted guests before placing the blade into my one of my boots. With a sigh I zipped everything up and walked into the bathroom to clean up.
A.N: This was my attempt at Alucard's POV and it sort of failed, please bear with me as I attempt to kind what sort of perspective works best for this story, there is a possibility the style may change again in the near future.
Alucard's POV (kinda…):
The night was young and the moon burned bright, it was an excellent night for a hunt. Yet his master had sent him to watch a suspicious individual due to some… Rumours. Couldn't Sir Integra have just sent the police girl to do something so mundane? It was almost insulting to waste such a fine. Alucard kept to the shadows to avoid being gawked at by the few people that still wandered the streets. The police girl foolishly chose to walk in the open like a human, causing her to illicit the occasional cat-call. He chuckled as his fledgling scurried away from another pursuer.
"Police girl. You are a creature of the night, you should learn to act like one."
Seras, the one known as police girl, straightened with the sound of her master's voice drifting from the shadows. She turned to face Alucard to answer but instead collided with a young woman with a black backpack going the same way.
"Sorry mam" was all Seras managed to say before the young woman fixed her with a deadly stare. When Seras looked away and took a timid step back the woman turned to the blackened silhouette that was Alucard. She looked straight at him. It's as thought the little human thinks she can see me, Alucard mused. The woman's stare lasted a few more seconds as if she hoped to make him the submissive. Alucard almost laughed out loud at the thought, then she was walking away, adjusting her snug leather jacket as she moved briskly towards her destination..
The two night walkers moved on with their journey, the small woman already pushed to the back of their minds. As they progressed the shops that lined the streets became more desolate and broken down. Abandoned lots became more frequent making the elder vampire walk out in the open. Finally Alucard and the police girl arrived at the locaton they had been ordered to observe. The police girl hid behind a nearby dumpster like as if she were mortal, as Alucard dissolved into blackness that surrounded all of them, allowing his vampiric essence to spread his sight around the target.