AN: I do not own ME or the Hellsing anime/manga.
Here it is, the second chapter! I cannot believe I am continuing this. It's exciting.
Chapter 2: Friend or Foe?
Seras grimaced as the Captain turned his attention back on her. When he had fallen to his knees, he had seemed so void of hope, like the life has been sucked out from him, that despite herself, she felt bad for him. But Pip was quick to remind her that he was her enemy. With him so distracted she thought to sneak away, but his senses must be sharper than she believed since he caught on extremely quick. Now, he was back on his feet and approaching.
For the second time, he stopped at the edge of the shadows and stared at her. Seemingly coming to a decision, he pointed at her. Then himself. Then he jerked his head down the path that if she remembered from the mercenary, that Shepard woman went down. "No. No way in fucking hell!" Pip shouted.
"What is it?" she asked him, though she could get at what he was getting at.
"That mutt wants you to follow him."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive. Though I can't figure out why." The Captain pointed at her again, then himself, then at the path. "Come on Seras. You need to get out of here and as far away from him as you can. You are not ready to face him."
'I know,' she replied. 'I was hoping not to run into him till at least nightfall. But I don't think I can outrun him right now. Even in the shade, the sun is affecting me.' She could feel Pip grimace as if preparing for her next words. 'If he wanted to kill me, he could have done it multiple times already. For now, I will have to follow him.' She turned her attention back to the Captain and gulped. He was now in arms reach of her. "I'll come with you," she said slowly. He nodded, made a perfect about face, and walked along the path, only now with her tentatively following behind him.
In a word, nerve-racking. She has been up against a hoard of ghouls as a human, turned into a vampire, and faced the remnants of the Nazi Third Reich, which was led by a madman who desired nothing but war! But here, being led by an enemy who almost killed her (almost effortlessly), was the most nervous she has ever felt. Her body felt like it was wired to go at the first thing that would try to surprise her.
The path they walked wasn't straight by a long shot. It twist and turned, she swore that they were back tracking at one point. And as they walked, they came across more and more bodies of the 'Blue Suns'. The Captain was obviously following that woman's-Shepard-trail. But why? That's what she wanted to know. Her police training kicked in and she started to analyze what she now knew, to what might by his aim.
The Captain's POV
The girls fidgeting is bothersome. Yes, from a certain standpoint, I can see why she would be so tense. Unknown land, with unknown enemies, being led by a known, more powerful enemy, towards a destination that she doesn't know. The actual destination is unknown to me as well, but I'll know we have reached it when we meet up with that woman's team.
I rounded a bend and came across a curious sight. A creature, the likes I've never seen before, pacing around what seems to be a small arena with more bodies covered in that ridiculous armor. It was certainly larger than a human, but not exactly tall. It had a hump on its back that gave it a hunched position, so whatever towering presence was lost. "A krogan," the draculina said next to me. I turned to her and silently urged her on. She seemed rather reluctant, which was understandable, but complied. "They're an alien race who thousands of years ago nearly toppled the Citadel Council. Only with the timely arrival of the turians, was the hoard beat back. I'm sorry, the knowledge I received was the bare minimum. There's something about a genophage, but all I know is that it's the thing responsible for the krogans population decline."
I nodded. The woman from earlier was through here, I can smell it. Then why is this krogan still amongst the living? It wasn't part of her squad, but it being alive shows that she regarded it as an ally. Perhaps it could prove useful as an ally leading us to her would shine a better light on us. Only one way to find out.
General POV
Seras gulped as the Captain entered the krogans 'turf'. One thing she didn't mention was that krogan were highly volatile and quick to enrage. If it got mad enough and attacked, it would be its death, but hopefully such a distraction would be just long enough for her to run. "You…do not smell of this world," it said. 'D-don't tell me it's a friendly krogan?' she thought. From the mans' memories, his commander was trying to clone-breed an army of krogan. Why? No clue. He was just a lowly foot soldier after all. But, for some reason, it wasn't going so well. Every, last one was volatile and uncontrollable, so they were used as live target practice. It disgusted her in all honesty.
"Like the human who came before, something compels me to talk." The Captain turned and looked at her, pointing at her, then the krogan. She tentatively stepped forward till she was even with the Captain. The krogan then tilted its head and made a few bobbing motions. She realized that it was smelling her. "You smell strange, unnatural. You smell of death and blood. The voices teachings never mentioned a human can smell like that."
"The voice?" she asked.
"The voice was what gave me the things I needed to know. But, I disappointed it. I am not perfect. And so, I was flushed from glass-mother. The human from before, she wanted to know of the voice." She snapped her head to the side, when she felt a hand placed on her shoulder. It was the Captain (she really needed to find out what his name was) and he was silently urging the krogan to continue. "I told her what I knew, but when that did not satisfy, I opened the passage that led back to the glass-mother. She wanted me to join, but I cannot. I am to stay, till I am called." The Captain was seemingly satisfied with that and started to walk towards where the krogan indicated the woman went. Seras dallied for a second, sending the krogan a sad look, feeling somewhat sorry for him, before following the Captain.
The passageway wasn't too terrible, seeing as they were now out of the suns reach, but the lack of noise from the Captain was unsettling. She was used to noise. The chatter of the Wild Geese, the scratching of Sir Integra's pen, her masters humming (intentional or not), and his laughter, even Walter made noise as he cleaned the manor. But the Captain was utterly silent. "Don't worry, ma chere," Pip said. "If you want to talk, all you need to do is ask."
'Mister Bernadotte,' she exclaimed happily.
"Please, ma chere, when will you start calling me by my name?"
She smiled happily to herself. 'When you stop calling me ma chere?'
He laughed hard at that. "Then I guess it won't be for quite a while, then. Anyway, I've had time to think since you started following the mongrel, and as much as it pains me to say it, I think you should stick with him." That nearly brought her to a stop. "Before you say anything, listen. It is clear that he is following that woman. If he catches up to her, no matter what weapons they have, he'll decimate them. Now, despite what I want to say, I don't think he intends to fight them. I believe that's why he wanted you to come with him in the first place. Everything about him screams 'dangerous'. If he went alone, they might just see him as an enemy. However, you do not. In fact, ma chere, you were the reason I and my men acclimatized so quickly. You are a friendly, kind-hearted person. If they were to see you with him, they would be more willing to talk."
'But what should I do? If he gets what he wants, what's to stop him from turning on us.'
"Not a damn thing. If you try to escape, he'll just hunt you down. And if you continue to go with him, he can turn on us at any time he chooses."
'Damned if I do, damned if I don't?'
"Unfortunately. The way I see it, we have three options. One: You make a run for it and hope you can outdistance or lose him. Two: Fight him, though the odds are most certainly not in our favor. And three: Continue to follow him and see where the dice may land."
She grimaced as she could tell Pip was right. While she knew she was fast, a lot faster than the best Olympic track runner, she did not know how fast the Captain was. And he already proved how strong he was, and that was back when he gave her the advantage. Without any silver, she would most assuredly lose. That only left one option.
The Captain's POV
She must be talking with her familiar. It's the only reason why her face would be shifting into so many expressions in such a short amount of time. I do wonder what she may be talking about, but it ultimately won't change her situation.
We've been walking for a good while now at a marching pace, and the terrain is rather irritating. I know we are heading in the right direction because of all the bodies that litter the corridors. Admittedly, they aren't much to look at. The fully armored ones all seem the same, and then there are the few without helmets, all lying with very small holes in their heads. If I were their commander, I would have shot myself for doing such a poor job in effectively commanding my men. The blood looks fresh enough to tell that they were killed only within the last few minutes.
It wasn't long before I hear the sound of running feet. Running down the stairs is another creature I've never seen before. Another of these aliens if my guess is correct. In build, it resembles a human female, but its looks give it away. Blue, covered in scales, and with hardened…things on her head giving it an appearance of a crest instead of hair. It slowed down and gave us a cautious look, before it opened its mouth and sound came out. But it was nothing I recognize. I look at the draculina and see she is just as lost as me. I thought that the man she drank from would at least have some knowledge of alien languages to help communicate considering I've seen several amongst their dead. Then again, they are not the same as the one still approaching us.
It seemed to be waiting for a response, but was still coming at us. Hmm, I wonder if the draculina is able to drink from aliens as well. But, it isn't wearing the armor of these mercenaries. A civilian then? Doesn't matter, it has knowledge that is important. Acting quickly, I stomp on the draculina's foot. She opened her mouth to shout in pain, but before she could, I lunge and grab the alien, turned around and placed its neck in her mouth. I jab her in the stomach and she bit down in response. The alien yelled out in pain as its neck was pierced and its blood spilled out. Instinct took over and she grabbed the alien more firmly and drank more deeply.
There is going to be hell to pay for this. I can already tell.
General POV
"Seras!" Pip shouted. With a start, she realized what she was doing and yanked her mouth away from the aliens' neck. She figured out what the Captain wanted when he placed the aliens-asari-neck in her mouth, but was caught off guard when he jabbed her in the stomach. She had bit down in reflex and as soon as the asari's blood touched her tongue, she lost control. It was thicker in texture than human blood and because of this, she had started to drink more eagerly. And the taste was very strange. She'd like to compare it, maybe to a type of alcohol, but she hadn't been much of a drinker, and none of the drinks she did try tasted the same. Either that or memory has dulled the taste. Too bad she can't drink anymore.
"Why?" A woman said, just above a whisper. Seras looked at her unintentional victim and frowned sadly. Whether it was her fault or not, she was the one who had dealt the death blow. She watched as the asari bled out before her, eyes still asking her that question. Deciding to give her at least some respect, she made to destroy her skull so that she wouldn't become a ghoul. Just as she raised her foot up, she was yanked back by the Captain.
She narrowed her eyes and bared her teeth. "You!" she shouted at him. "Look what you did. She wasn't a part of these mercs. She was a bloody research assistant for that arse Okeer!" As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized what she said. She couldn't know that. Unless…
"Interesting," Pip said. "Although his method was unorthodox, and I don't agree with it in the slightest, it did answer on whether you can drink from the aliens. This is useful, no matter how we look at it."
'But why did he yank me away?'
"Look at the body and see for yourself." She looked down and saw that in the brief time-span, the corpse had turned a darker purple and the skin was breaking apart in cracks. The open eyes were now just the whites and the body was twitching. That wasn't the weird part. It was the faint blue that surrounded it.
"Biotics!" she exclaimed. The glow intensified before the ghoulish asari let out a strangled growl and exploded in a giant wave of biotic energy. She and the Captain were forced several steps back from the sheer concussive force.
"That could prove useful," Pip said. "From what we gleaned from our friends here, all asari are natural 'biotics'. All that energy takes time to die off and the quick transgression into a ghoul isn't exactly seamless as shown just now. That energy has to get released somehow and with how the body cracked, it made its own exit, transforming the asari into a sort of biotic bomb."
'Yes, but I don't believe I'll ever have need to use it,' she replied a bit heatedly.
"Easy ma chere. Don't tempt Murphy. Bastards been after me for years and with me now in you, well…"
'Murphy can wait!' She rounded on the Captain once again and got in his face as much as she could, which was harder than you'd think seeing as he's a good head taller than her. "Listen here, I don't care that you're a Nazi. I don't care that you're a bloody werewolf. I don't even care that you nearly killed me. Never, and I mean never do that again." She turned around with a huff and walked the way the asari came from.
The Captain's POV
For just a moment, I saw the warrior that almost killed me. I do not understand why she continues to hold on to her humanity. We live, or at least used to live, in a world where we are hunted for no other reason than that we exist. Even vampires like her are still hunted, even though she is 'sanctioned'. Humans will never accept beings like us.
Why am I thinking this? I shake my head before following her. We reached a closed door with a glowing green…I'm not exactly sure. She pressed her palm in the middle and the door opened. But, for just a second I saw her hand pass through it. A hologram? The area we now found ourselves in reminds me of several of the Doctors labs, except there isn't any blood and body parts on the ground. She ignores all this and steps up to the next door, then opening it.
With Shepard
Shepard and her team had just finished their firefight with the crazed Blue Suns leader, Jedore. But their sense of victory went straight out the damn window when EDI, the Normandy's illegal AI, had alerted them that the room with Okeer was flooded with toxic gases and his life signs were falling rapidly. They rushed up the stairwell and entered the room just moments after EDI took control and vented it. Okeer laid dead next to his perfect krogan soldier, orange foam covered his mouth. "Damn it Okeer, was it that difficult to put on a helmet?" Shepard sarcastically asked.
Mordin, who was already next to Okeers cooling body, replied, "Would not have helped, Shepard. Armor, old, untended, compromised in many places. Even with helmet, results would remain unchanged."
She nodded and stepped back. Above Okeer, was a recording made scant moments ago. She pressed the play button and Okeer popped on the screen. "You gave me time, Shepard. If I knew what the Collectors wanted with humanity, I would tell you. But everything I had, I put into my prototype. My legacy is pure, untainted." She stopped listening as the dead warlord rambled on. It seems even in death, he loved to hear the sound of his own voice.
"He discarded hundreds of rejects, but sacrificed himself to save one?" asked a bewildered Miranda.
"You heard him talk," Shepard responded, "He was obsessed with this one."
"Obsessed is putting it mildly, Commander," Jacob said.
"Well, at least we can salvage something," Shepard said, eyeing the krogan in the tank.
"You're thinking of taking him aboard?" asked Garrus.
"Wrex was a valuable asset last time. And a pureblood krogan can pack quite a punch. We could always use another heavy hitter."
"Subject may be as unstable as the others," Mordin said, walking up to the tank. "Thought processes, unknown. Advise leaving it."
"What's wrong Mordin? Afraid it could render all your work on the genophage obsolete?" Shepard asked jokingly.
"No. Unlikely, one krogan, no matter how strong, could have impact Okeer desired." He paused, thinking for a few moments. "Almost completely certain."
"All concerns are noted. We're taking him with us." She looked again at the krogan, naked as the day anything is when it is born. "We should probably go and scrounge some armor. I don't want him walking around the Normandy like that. We have enough things to haunt our dreams already."
"Over here," exclaimed Kasumi, who had kept herself busy by poking around the room. "I found one in this crate. It's pretty shiny…and heavy. You think Okeer was going to give this to our baby krogan?"
"One less thing to worry about," Shepard shrugged and keyed her comm. "Normandy? This is ground team. Okeer is a no-go. But we have a package ready for retrieval. And he is a big one."
"Roger, Commander," Joker replied. "Kodiak is on rou-"
"Commander," interrupted EDI. "I have detected movement outside the laboratory."
The door that they first entered from, opened just as EDI had finished. "Oh my," Kasumi said. Standing there were two of the most good-looking people they have ever seen. The man wore a pair of low hanging cargo pants with the suspenders hanging loosely at his hips giving anyone interested a teasing view and a pair of old style combat boots. His shirtless attire allowed the women a very good look at his muscular body. His white hair and red eyes gave him an exotic look that just captured their attention. The woman who was standing before him was equally appealing as he was. She was fairly young looking, a bit broad shouldered, but she had a very voluptuous chest. She wore a red uniform with a matching mini skirt, long white stockings, ankle fold brown boots, and brown gloves. Shepard absently took note of the badge on her shoulder. She also had piercing red eyes that made it seem like they were siblings, although she had blonde hair instead of pure white, so perhaps they share one parent. But, she had never heard of anyone having red eyes that are actually hereditary.
Realizing they were staring, as evidenced by the woman's sheepish smile and nervous grabbing of her arm, Shepard cleared her throat. "Who are you?" she asked, a bit unsure right now. They didn't seem like Blue Suns; besides the fact they weren't wearing the armor of the merc group, they didn't even have a pistol on them.
"Oh," exclaimed the woman, "Sorry. Didn't think you would be pointing guns at us when I opened the door."
Shepard glanced to her sides and saw that several of her team were still training their guns on them. "Stand down," she commanded. To show she was serious, she herself stowed her pistol she had reflexively drawn when the door opened after EDI's warning.
"Are you sure?" asked Garrus.
"Problem?" she countered.
"No. It's just…they don't feel right," he whispered at the end.
"How'd you get here?" questioned Miranda, ever suspicious.
The woman turned back to look at the man standing behind her. He nodded, and she turned back to face them. Obviously, the topic was sensitive. "Um, well, I don't exactly know how to explain it. We, that is to say, me and him," she pointed at the man behind her, "were fighting each other, before there was a blinding flash, then we both passed out. We woke up not far from here with no idea how we got here."
"And you expect us to believe that?" asked Miranda.
"Could be," Zaeed spoke up. "You know, the rumors about the Blue Suns selling their prisoners isn't as farfetched as they say. Hell, just look at them. They'd both fetch a few million, easy."
"But she said they were fighting each other," Jacob intruded. "Why would they team up?"
"Unknown location, unknown hostiles, no idea how they came to be," Mordin analyzed. "Humans have shown remarkable ability to put aside differences and work together when faced with the unknown."
"What do you want to do, Shepard?" asked Garrus.
She crossed her arms and took a moment to weigh her options. "If we were to call someone to pick them up, how long till they'd arrive?"
"Depends who you're calling," Zaeed said. "If you're talking Alliance, a week, at the very least. Not to mention, unless one of these happens to be the kid of a highly influential person, it'd take even longer. Two unknowns kidnapped by the Suns wouldn't exactly be a high priority."
Shepard already knew her decision, now she just needed to know who they are. "What's your names?"
"I'm Seras Victoria," the woman introduced. Everyone's eyes turned to the man who just stared back. "Um, he doesn't talk," Seras said, after a few minutes of silent staring. "I think he's mute, actually. He never yelled or screamed while we fought, come to think of it." That's when she spotted the dog togs hanging around his neck. "Huh?" She made to grab it, but his hand caught her around the wrist. Slowly, his other hand reached down and grabbed the dog tags almost reverently. He held them up so that she could see them, but not touch. "Johan Günsche?" He shook his head and placed a finger over the first two letters of the first name. "Han? Hans?" He nodded before letting the dog tags fall back to hang around his neck.
"Where are you two from exactly?" asked Garrus. The two blinked before Seras looked back at Hans, then back to Garrus. Feeling somewhat self-conscious, Garrus tried to lighten the mood. "I know I'm devilishly handsome, but there's no reason to stare." More silent/confused staring.
"Is there any reason you're not answering him?" asked Shepard.
Seras embarrassedly rubbed the back of her neck at Shepard's question. "Sorry, ma'am, but I couldn't understand him."
"Can't understand him? What, is your translator off?" she asked disbelieving. Seras just looked away. "You're kidding. Mordin, is it possible to turn off the translators?"
"Extremely likely. Translators are natural function of omni-tools. No omni-tool, no translator."
"No doubt they took their omni-tools," Zaeed spoke up. Clever bastards. Go anywhere at any time and you'll see how depended people are on their 'tools. For some, they are vital to their work, like bankers, news anchors, thieves, spies, etc. Take it away and most are left helpless. And without their 'tools, they aren't able to understand any alien they come into contact with. No telling if they're actually trying to help or just another bastard in disguise. Got to give the Suns credit, didn't think they were smart enough to do that."
"Just need new pair with basic language app."
"Huh. You know, I never figured that's how it worked. Always thought they injected you with something so you could understand other languages."
"Come on Shepard", teased Kasumi, "this isn't Guardians of the Galaxy."
"What's going on?" asked Seras. Shepard inwardly cursed. Never had she dealt with someone whose translators are off, so the whole conversation with Mordin just went over the two's heads.
"Right, sorry about that. We have equipment on board our ship so that you can understand these guys."
"Well, I guess it's up to us to translate for them, until we can replace their 'tools," Shepard sighed. "Come on," she said to the two, "our shuttle is almost here."
"Never easy, huh Shepard?" joked Garrus. Her groan was answer enough.
On the Normandy
Hans POV
It was easier than I had originally thought. Bringing the draculina was a smart decision after all. Her new knowledge gained from the merc and alien has helped prevent several questionable moments where I had not a clue what they were talking about. This human, Shepard, reminds me of the young vampire in many ways. They are both ruthless on the battlefield, but are surprisingly gentle once they are off it.
They both also share a likeness to talk. "This is the CIC. It displays the ship status and the galaxy map," she continued. Really, I was grateful to know where everything was, but I did not need to know what every individual station did. I don't even know why we are up here in the first place.
Her team had already gone off to their own areas of the ship. "Don't worry, Mordin, the salarian that was with us, is already setting up a new pair for you. I must admit, this is the first time I've ever heard of this happening. Hell, everyone I've come across that were kidnapped still had everything. Whoever wanted you, wanted you two bad enough to do their best to disable you." We enter the elevator and Shepard started to fidget uncomfortably. She then sighs and glances away. "I hope you don't mind me asking, but any idea why you two were kidnapped?"
"Not really," answers Seras. The door opens, and I follow them towards the med bay. As we near, a thought occurred to me. If they performed a scan on us, would it be able to tell our vitals? I do not fear that they might find out what I am as the Doc had performed such tests before, and besides a few minor things, I read as human. What I wonder is if they will detect no pulse in Seras. Vampires are undead, they have no pulse to speak of. No heartbeat for a medical professional to hear.
My mind started to race. My eyes traveled across the deck taking in as much as possible. Where people were, possible entrances, possible exits. No. We're on a starship currently in the void of space. Silver can kill me, but I can also die of asphyxiation. No pulse will lead to questions. Questions will lead to interrogation. Interrogation will lead to fighting, which will lead to the crew's deaths, and for us to have no way to pilot this ship. Unless I can convince Seras to drink from the pilot. Suddenly, a hologram of a blue orb appeared from a pedestal on the wall. "Commander, the man, Hans Günsche's vitals have picked up at a rapid pace the closer you get to the medical bay."
Shepard turned and confusedly regarded me. She looked at me, then the hologram, then the med bay doors. Realization seemed to dawn on her as her eyes widen while softening and her lips quirked up. "Ah! So, the big guy's scared of needles, huh? Don't worry, tiger, you're just going to get scanned. No needles, I promise," she trailed off chuckling. Seras was looking away from me, but her shoulders trembling gave her away. How did she come to the conclusion that I hate needles? It's absurd! Although, I did have an intense dislike of them thanks to the Doctor. I silently sigh as we enter the med bay, hoping for once in decades, that nothing ill will happen.
General POV
"Ah, Commander, there you are" said an aged woman sitting at a terminal. She was old, but thanks to current technology, looked no older than 45. "You sure did take your time."
"Sorry Chakwas," Shepard said. "Thought I'd give you time to prepare by giving a tour."
Chakwas just lightly chuckled at her friend's excuse. "Admit that you just wanted to show off The Normandy and we can all move on." Shepard gained a faint dusting on her cheeks as she turned away. It was true though. She had a great love and pride for her home, because that was what The Normandy was to her, home. And like any proud home owner, she's gonna show it off.
"Alright you two, I'm going to leave you in the capable hands of our resident doctor. If you need help, yell really loud as the windows are very thick. Have fun." With that, she turned and walked out the door.
"Don't mind her, she loves her jokes." She got up and made her way to one of the beds. "Now, we'll just need you to lie here and we can get started." They stood there, before Hans walked forward and laid down on the bed. Chakwas started pressing a few buttons to get the scans started. "Now take a deep breath and relax. This will be over in a few seconds. Oh, and you might want to close your eyes as it can be a bit bright." With that, she pressed one final button and the machine came to life. A light shone in the middle before it spread out, splitting into two different 'beams'. One started at his feet and made its way up, while the other started at his head and made its way down before both met in the middle. The lights then turned and widened to scan him from the sides. And with that, the machine powered down. "See, nothing to worry about. It'll be a bit before we get the full details, so you can go and ask Rupert, our resident chef, for some food. Lord knows the last time you ate."
"Excuse me, Ms. Chakwas?" asked Seras. "What do you mean by full details?"
"Hmm? Oh, yes. You see, the scan we're using is used to tell us of any abnormalities. Things like fractured bones, torn ligaments, or even subtle signs of malnutrition. All that and more will be made clear so that we can better treat you." Seras was now beginning to understand what Hans was going through. If the scan was as thorough as she said, it will reveal that her heart is stopped. That will lead to too many uncomfortable questions.
Hans got up from the table and looked her in the eyes as he passed by. He gave a nod, so subtle that you could only tell if you were looking directly at him. He then passed her to wait outside the door. The doors closed with a quiet hiss, but to Seras it sounded like a loud bang. There was now, nowhere to go. She was scared, not at what they could do to her, but at what would most likely be the result of this. She took a deep breath as she laid on the bed and the machine started up.
AN: So they are now on the Normandy, but not part of the team. How will they join? Will they join or do their own thing? Should EA have given you the option to pair team members with each other for your amusement? What did/didn't you like about it? What do you think I could do better? Review!
Wolfund: I agree on almost all accounts, except on one. I'm not someone who just believes they exist and am convinced. I take everything, whether from a crazed man, or a scientist, with a grain of salt. However, even with all the equations and studies scientists have been proven wrong before, and the crazed man was proven right. What I'm saying is that I like 'what if's'. What if this happens, what if that doesn't happen, what if it never happened or went a different way. That's what I like. This story is me saying what if werewolves and vampires are real? What would happen?