2. "You still owe me one."
It was almost two in the morning when they reached Nottingham. The storm hasn't arrived yet, though the rain was falling down in heavy curtains.
"I'm telling you, it won't work like this." It wasn't that the priest wanted to complain about the plan, he just didn't see how it would work. He looked at the great beast beside him and frowned. "You know, you could have look less suspicious. Can't you make yourself into a German Shepard or a Labradoodle?"
The low growl was his answer, together with the eyes that turned at him and said it all. "I'm NOT a fucking dog!" Anderson shook his head, grumbling as he made his way to the spot they chose. It was old factory district, mostly abandoned buildings were lined up on either side of the road. It was a perfect hideout for vampires and it was away from populated areas to avoid any collateral damage while dealing with the bastards.
The trick was to lure them out. Anderson came up with the idea using their blood again and Alucard agreed, though he then changed his mind, explaining that the ones in the city might actually be a lot more aware of the situation and could recognize him or the smell of vampire blood. Thus, they finally decided that Anderson would just his hand and let some blood spill to lure out the vampires while Alucard stays in his Hell Hound disguise, pretending to be just a dog on a walk with his master.
"Nobody would believe it, you know? Just one look at you and it's freakin' obvious!" Anderson was grumbling, watching the dog padding beside him.
"It's a well-known fact that ordinary people see what they want to see. They definitely don't want to see a Hell Hound roaming outside their house." That's what Alucard replied before changing into the beast and setting off in the town's direction. But Anderson still had his reserves. After all, the dog was almost as big as an average person, the ruby red eyes shone in every direction and his teeth reminded him strongly of an alligator.
Be as it is, Anderson still followed the plan and came to a stop on a large parking lot in the middle of the factory district. He looked around, scanning the area. "See anything?"
The hound left for a moment, circled the parking lot and surrounding buildings, then came back and sat before Anderson, shaking his enormous head.
The priest took one last glance around and nodded. "Let's start then."
The dog gave him a grin and in a blink of an eye launched at him, sinking his teeth into the flesh on his forearm, tearing the skin and the clothes.
"Ouch! You bastard!" He kicked at the beast and draw his sword, stabbing one of the large paws quickly. "Back off or I swear as God is my witness that I will make you into a tapestry."
The dog looked at him and he could swear he was laughing at him, his eyes full of mischief, daring him to try. He was about to attack him when he heard a scraping sound nearby. Metal on concrete – door must have been opening somewhere.
The vampires started crawling nearer, their movements slow and cautious. They were watching Anderson and the huge monster that were jumping in front of him like an oversized goat.
"A werewolf?" One of the vampires was watching the beast carefully, not sure what to make of it. Werewolves were rare, but he knew they existed though he has never seen one in person. This one looked different from what he heard about them. And the way he moved… It was like a liquid or smoke, sliding and changing, shimmering then solidifying again. A demon perhaps?
The other vampires now closed a circle around the man and hound. There were perhaps seventeen of them. They were waiting for something, watching, sniffing the air that was filled with Anderson's blood. They eyed the beast nervously but held the circle tight.
Anderson watched them calmly. Unlike the kids they met earlier, these were definitely mature vampires with discipline and self-control. And well-fed obviously. They weren't here for the blood, they came to see who ventured into their territory. He looked at Alucard who remained in his hound form even now and smirked.
"First, I want to speak to your leader, Virgil I believe he's called." He kept his voice low and slow with a smile on his face as if talking to a group of children in the orphanage.
"Who're you to make any demands? This is our place!" It was the cautious vampire that eyed the hound so much before. He was still keeping on the outer side of the circle, though he easily towered over them all, being about the same high as Anderson himself.
"Oh, my apologies. Have I not introduced myself? My name is Alexander Anderson, I am from the Iscariots." He gave him rather maniacal grin, obviously waiting for the panicked reaction of the vampires around him.
"Huh? The what?" The vampire looked at him stupidly.
"The Iscariots! You know, Vatican, Holy Church…" Anderson was greatly ticked off by the lack of reaction to his announcement. To make matters worse, the damn hound was snickering beside him. He kicked him in the ribs, hissing at him.
The hound shimmered, changing into Alucard's shaking form. The vampire was shaking with laughter. "Oh my God, Anderson, you should see your face! The Iscariots!" He mimicked Anderson's incredulous face as he was speaking before, then broke into another fit of laughter that bounced off the walls of the old buildings surrounding them, magnifying the sound.
"Shut up, you idiot! Hey! I said shut up! Oi, are you listening?!" He stabbed his sword into Alucard's shoulder, finally making him stop laughing for the moment.
The vampires watched the display in utter disbelief. Then the one, obviously the speaker of the lot, brightened up with sudden realization. "Oh, you're like those, what they're called, entertainers? Like from a circus?"
The speed with which Anderson moved through the circle, effectively cutting the two vampires that stood in his way in half, and pointed the tip of his sword to the speaker's neck, was unlike anything that any of them have ever seen before.
"No. Vampire hunters." With that, he swung his other sword and killed another vampire that was about to attack him.
Alucard watched the show, still chuckling to himself. One of the vampires crept up behind him but before he could even lift a hand, Alucard was facing him with both guns drawn. The vampire was dead before he hit the ground.
"I'll ask one more time. Where is your leader? The one that comes by the name Virgil. Speak!" Anderson pierced the skin of the vampire with his sword, his eyes fixed on him.
"You can kill me. I won't tell you a thing." The vampire spat at him.
"Look, we can do it the easy way, or the h-" Anderson got cut off mid-sentence as one of Alucard's silver bullet buried itself into the vampire's forehead and he dropped to the floor dead. "I was talking to him!"
"Ups, sorry!" Alucard tilted his head and shrugged his shoulders.
"What half-assed apology is that?! And what do you mean by ups? Don't you see where you're firing?" The priest was fuming with anger. The damn vampire was ridiculous!
"I said sorry, didn't I? I wasn't aiming at him. I was aiming at you." Alucard gave him a broad grin, his teeth shining white but speckled with blood now and there.
"I'm gonna quarter you, bloodsucker!" Anderson charged at him but was stopped by three vampires that ganged up on him. Meanwhile, Alucard turned his attention to other vampires that were still alive and trying to kill him.
The fight took them longer than they expected actually. The vampires proved to be truly well-trained and organized. It didn't take them long before they realized they were losing and they sent for enforcements. Before the second group of the vampires arrived, there weren't any of the first group to be saved though. Upon their arrival, they found Alucard and Anderson in the middle of the bodies of their fallen comrades, having a fist fight.
"Get over it, Anderson! You'd do the same given a chance." Alucard was circling the priest with mock expression.
"That's because you're a monster and you should be wiped from the face of the earth once and for all!" Anderson was glaring daggers at the vampire that was laughing at him so obviously.
The banter between continued for few more minutes before they realized they were surrounded by fresh vampires once more and they turned their attention to them. Like the first group, the new ones were just as skilled and organized. Even more so. Once they saw what happened to their friends, they quickly changed their tactic and made sure to attack in groups.
The tactic would have worked really, on ordinary priest with ordinary pet vampire, but Anderson and Alucard proved to be far too unpredictable to fight. Not only they were leagues stronger than all the vampires of the group combined, but they also kept trying to finish each other off in between the fights, making it impossible to guess what their next move will be.
The fight was over. Bodies, limbs and heads were in a wide circle around the two vampire hunters. Blood of their enemies was flowing in a river towards the nearest sewage entrance.
"And the beast was taken, and with him the false prophet that wrought miracles before him, with which he deceived them that had received the mark of the beast, and them that worshipped his image. These both were cast alive into a lake of fire burning with brimstone." Anderson was watching the blood, reciting the Revelation, his rosary between fingers.
"Praying for their souls? Thought you said they had none…" Alucard watched him pensively.
"They don't." It was obvious that he wasn't going to say anything more than that. He turned to Alucard and watched as his injuries healed before his eyes just as his own were already healing too.
"You still owe me one." He smirked at the vampire who just looked at him with puzzlement. "Scotch, you idiot. You still owe me that drink."
"What? No way! You didn't win! I killed the last vampire." Alucard shook his head vigorously.
"Only after I allowed you to. Which means you did as I instructed you, making you a tool and me the real killer." Anderson's logic, what's more to say?
Alucard was about to argue some more, but the night was getting late and the sun would come up in less than three hours. "Fine. But the next round is on you."
They left the parking lot with over three dozens of dismembered bodies behind them. With first sun rays, they would all turn to ashes, leaving nothing behind to be found by an unfortunate passers-by.
The pub they emerged from was almost empty saved for two or three other customers. The barman looked downright upset when they appeared and ordered drinks. It was no wonder, they both looked like they went through a slaughter house. The poor man had no idea how close that assumption was. By the time the two strangers got up, they had drank a bottle of his best scotch each. At least the weirdo in red cloak paid everything and even left him huge tip for his troubles.
As both of them kept regenerating quickly, getting drunk was a hard thing to accomplish. But as they left the pub, the effects of the high amount of alcohol they consumed in such a short time were definitely showing. Alucard was laughing madly, occasionally singing in terribly tuneless voice. Anderson kept mumbling verses from Bible, getting them wrong and repeating them several times before moving onto the next one.
"We still have… hick… to f-find the last g-group… hick… and that leader, Virgo." Anderson tried to shake his head to clear his mind.
"Virgil." Alucard corrected him while stumbling into a trash can and crashing into a wall consequently.
"Right, that one." Anderson yawned and looked around. Where the hell were they? It seemed like a back alley, all deserted and dark. There were no lights and the main street must have been too far for the lights to reach all the way here.
A thunder raged above their heads. They were both drenched to the skin, but they didn't seem to notice. The dried blood was slowly washing off their clothes and skin.
"Hey, priest, that place looks abandoned." Alucard pointed to a double-door that had old chain lock wrapped around the handles. The place looked like old storage place or maybe a back door to a shop that was from the other side. In any case, the vampire was right, the place seemed empty. They had to stay somewhere over the day. Not that Anderson would have to avoid the sun, but there was no point in staying awake when the vampires must have gotten into hiding over the day. Besides, he really felt like hitting a floor any time soon.
Alucard ripped the chain in half without any seeming effort and they entered the building. It was really just a storage, from the look of things that were left behind, it served as a local storeroom for a mattress shop. It looked like it haven't been used in ages though. There were several mattresses tossed on the floor, thick layer of dust covering the plastic wrapping. Some were apparently used by rats or some other rodents before. Maybe even cats by the smell of the place. Still, it was dry and unlikely to draw attention.
Alucard was still singing some horrible tune, currently dancing with one of the mops that was left behind as well. Anderson watched him, his vision swimming slowly. When did they got on a boat? He shook his head, trying to focus. Oh, right, not a boat, just whiskey, a lot of it.
"Hey!" Anderson started with a shock as Alucard stumbled into him in his attempts to dance around the room.
"Teehee." Alucard's incoherent singing stopped finally when he toppled over and landed on Anderson.
The priest tried to push him away but the vampire could just as well be a granite block. Alucard lifted his head after a moment, his vision blurry. He blinked few times, staring stupidly into Anderson's furious yet drunken face.
"Get off, you! Hey, stop goofing around!" Anderson struggled some more but the alcohol had a firm grip on his body and he was unable to use his powers to get rid of the giggling idiot on top of him.
"Have anyone told you before that you have peculiar eyes?" Alucard was peering at Anderson only inches from his face. The priest looked confused, his slowed mind trying to make a sense out of what he heard.
"Really pretty." Alucard chuckled again and before the priest could stop him, their lips connected in a kiss.
The sudden sensation gripped them both and they locked in a fierce hungry kiss, battling for the domination of one other with their tongues. Before they realized what was happening, clothes got quickly stripped and thrown away.
Anderson's hands were feeling up the body above him, his mind clouded with sudden lust. Alucard didn't waste any time either, his tongue running around the priest's nipples, collar bones and finally, his neck. Upon arriving there, Anderson gave a little moan and Alucard sank his teeth in, drawing blood into his mouth, tasting it slowly. "So good. I've never tasted anything like this before."
Anderson didn't protest, it felt too good to stop it. Instead, his hands slipped down Alucard's back and to his ass. He squeezed it roughly and upon receiving a moan from the vampire, he proceeded.
It didn't take long and they were naked, their bodies covered in sweat, the air heavy and filled with their panting. Alucard lifted his hips slowly, then sat down on Anderson's erection with one swift motion.
The heat, the tightness, it was overwhelming. Anderson let out a deep growl. Something primal woke up in him and he grabbed Alucard's hips, forcing him lower. The vampire threw his head back with a howl of mixed pleasure and pain. They didn't wait, they wanted this, needed this. Alucard started riding Anderson's lap with relentless speed, moaning loudly at each movement.
Anderson was reaching his climax quickly. As it approached, he pushed off the ground and topped Alucard, driving himself into him hard, making him scream for more. Alucard gave in first, shooting his semen out with shuddering cries. As his muscles clenched around Anderson's member, he thrust one last time and emptied himself deep within the vampire's body.
They lay there for a long time, the alcohol slowly getting absorbed by their bodies as they fell asleep. When they woke up, the sun was almost setting. Alucard stretched like a cat and reached for his clothes, dressing slowly. Anderson kept silent and dressed as well.
"We're even now." It was the vampire speaking first.
"What?" Anderson looked at him puzzled.
"The drinks." Alucard licked his lips, flashing his teeth for a moment. "You taste really good, priest. So we're even. For now."
With that, he laughed madly and dusted off his cloak, opening the door just as the last sun ray left the street. Anderson watched after him, his fingers automatically touching the place where he was bitten the night before. It was healed already as he knew it would, but for some reason, he could still feel the teeth piercing his skin and the blood flowing out, the lips of the vampire kissing the spot afterwards. He shook the memory off and started after Alucard. "I'll get you for this, bloodsucker!" He thought to himself before catching up with the vampire.
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