Bloodlust

Chapter Two

the Sound of Silence

"...There has been many recent incidents..." A tall man with black hair tinted with gray and a monocle said, haunched over a computer screen. Behind him a woman with white-blonde hair and round glasses. She listened patiently as he gathered the information, her eyes starring over his shoulder with a slight lack of interest. "...Too many, I'm afraid..."

"Of what, Walter. I'm very busy" She spoke with a forceful voice that demanded respect.

"Terribly sorry, Sir. These... Incidents... Forty-four bodies... each practically one day after the next, over the course of a month or so..."

"The connection? To them and to us"

"The connection" Walter said"to them, is that they are each male, and each, a vampire... The connection to us... Someone out there has killed them all, the same person... A vampire."

"So what should we care that there is some self-righteous vampire out there killing other vampires? If anything, they're helping us" The woman seemed slightly amused, yet maintained her detached expression.

"Not necessarily. This vampire could pose as quite a problem for us. Also, it is in our jurisdiction" Walter spoke hesitantly, unsure of his accusation and not wishing to annoy the woman. She contemplated for a minute, and watched as Walter pulled pictures up on the computer. Each was more revolting than the next, dismembered corpses, blood-covered rooms, one handcuffed to a bed covered in blood from his own gaping wounds. They each narrowed their eyes in disgust.

"Well, well, looks like we've got quite a problem on our hands..." The woman said, displeased at the pictures yet amused all at once. "Alucard" She said in a calm voice.

"Yes" She had known the man was standing there the whole time, hiding in the shadows. His long red jacket was loose at his ankles, long black hair trailed down his back and a big red hat covered the top of his head. His orange sunglasses hid his eyes from the room.

"I'm leaving this one to you. I trust you can handle it" She ordered him with confidence. He grinned, flashing white sharp fangs. His glasses slid down his nose as he examined the computer from across the room.

"Of course... Master..."

Lily lie naked under him, no expression on her face, as if she didn't even realize what he was doing to her. He was muttering something into her ear, which promptly went out the other. She didn't care. Why should she? He surely didn't.

Suddenly he opened his mouth wide, the only thing that had caused her to take her eyes off the ceiling and look at his face. She did not like what she saw. His fangs were barred and sharp as he held her down, aiming for a neck full of scars. No. He's not worthy. He thinks he is, but he's not.

Lily jerked to the side, trying to avoid the two knives about to rip into her throat. He held her down, and although she managed to thrust him back briefly, it only managed to make him lose his balance momentarily. His teeth were averted to her shoulder, where they pierced and dug into her flesh. She didn't make a sound, no hint of pain anywhere on her but her eyes.

She lie still once more, the weight of his body on top of her keeping her down. Again her eyes filled with apathy. Why should she care about the stream of blood running down her chest, her neck, onto the bed... It's not like it hadn't happened uncountable times before.

But... Why should this time be any different? Give him what he wants, if he takes too much he digs his own grave. This man didn't know when to stop digging. Six feet will suffice. He never got the memo.

With little effort Lily got her arms under his chest, pushing him to the side without him ripping out her throat. She had the advantage.

Her arm lifted above his head, grabbing it with her claws, her thumb and pinky gouging into his eyes as she held him down with one hand, her palm pressing down against his forehead. He immediately opened his mouth in shock, releasing her from it's grip. She wasted no time. Within a second she pulled back, watching him scream in pain, his arms grabbing at her wrist, trying in vain to pull her fingers out of his eyes.

She silenced him with on bite, her fangs sinking so deep into his throat it cut off his voice. He struggled to yell, the only sound coming from his blood-filled mouth was gurgling, choking; a plea for his life. With her teeth still clamped down tight, she pulled her head back like a beast ripping apart it's prey. Blood splattered all over the wall. He lay silent with his mouth hung open. Blood was streaming down his face from his eyes and mouth. His arms went limp at his sides. He was weak. Too easy.

Lily wouldn't give him any chance of every coming back. She reached her hand into his chest, closing a fist around his heart and ripping it out. She threw it to the ground where it splashed a deep crimson.

"You're all ze same..." She paused, as if trying to remember something. "... I forgot your name... But... You're all ze same to moi..." She leaned down, licking the blood from his chest. "Quel culot... Il ne vaut pas la corde le pendre..."