Battle on the Clock Tower Pt1

Both brothers scurried out the door, breaking it in the process and dashed across the streets, avoiding pedestrians, as they skidded a corner.

"Man that was a close one. Though, I never thought in my actual life would see you run from a fight."

"I do not wish to her fight her." he replied, after a long pause.

"Afraid of getting your ass kicked again."

"That's not what I'm worried about."

"I-looks like her jailbait lackeys are after us." Alucard glance behind him and gritted his teeth in annoyance. There was no way he could escape home at this point; least Mina discovers his living quarters.

They slid into dead end alley and climbed up the metal stairs and railings with ease and hopped onto the roof of a random apartment building, scaring the daylights of those who had the misfortune of peering out their own windows.

The young fledglings followed with ease, leaping up the apartment complex, and climbing the railings, and scaling the walls.

Up here, you could see the moon in all its full glory, gigantic and memorizing to those who wander the night. It was also cooler up where then it was upon the ground that was like ice due to drop in temperature and it was a blessing to his hot-clammy skin, as he ran through the night, at full speed, hoping from one building to the next, avoiding clothing lines, and wet laundry ( why anyone would hang wet clothes out during the winter was beyond him), however the more buildings they clambered , the higher and higher the next structure got until the people, blissfully unaware of the commotion up top, were like ants from his perspective-

His lungs were burning, as if a flamed, but not from tiredness, but from excitement as he sprinted along narrow passageways, and leapt and fell in the air, and the danger of making one wrong move and being a stain on the concrete only savored this feel of freedom-of being unbound by human constraints, if it weren't for the fact that he was being hunted, he would have enjoyed the idle race through the city.

Alucard was about to jump to the next, building, the clock tower to be exact, the largest building within the vicinity of the whole city,

Until one of the fledglings, who had, short, dark, slicked back hair and golden eyes, dropped down in front of him, cracking the concrete in the process, but only succeeded in delaying Alucard from sidelining him and vaulting onto the narrow-water spout which decorated the whole structure, with each spout having a grotesque, gargoyle hidden underneath.

Radu leapt to the next, one beside him, kneeling.

"That was certainly fun. Hadn't a good run in a while."

At last the chase came to an end with the other fledglings, 12 in total, skidded to halt, waiting behind where the dark-haired boy (probably the leader) stood golden eyes sharp and cold without a trace of amusement imprinted on his porcelain-doll face. He fished a blade from within his coat a pocket, pointing it at the no-life king's direction-there was a loud cracking sound vibrating in the air; however it went on deaf ears.

"Roll over and die, Scum." he snarled.

It wouldn't be surprising if he barked out a laugh "I don't take orders from dogs."

"Yeah, squirts, I'm pretty sure it's long past your bedtime."

" Be silent!" the boy, irritated, vaulted forward slashing, at the older man's face to which he leapt backwards, landing, with a thud, knees creaking from impact, on the flat platform that extends forth from beneath the behemoth of the ticking clock.

The clock itself look larger than life from afar, but now under its hardening light , and massive arms, big and small, languidly ticking by, it seemed divine, omnipresent.

The other fledglings followed suit. One half darting towards Alucard and the other, after Radu, and much like savage dogs, bit, cut, hack at them both, with precise, frightening, accuracy.

The dark, haired boy (the leader) was merciless with his attacks, using his smaller frame, as an advantage, to slither, bend, and avoided the larger man's rebuttal with ease, though his heavy breathing suggested that he was using all his strength just to keep up with the older man.

"Tired so soon."

"Shut-up." he hissed.

The other five charged at him, employing their hands and legs. One, a blonde managed to slice the side of his torso, while was distracted by another one who appeared to have white, hair.

Alucard-Vlad would have shrugged it off, however at first to his bewilderment, found the wound not, quickly, repairing itself as it should, suddenly before he could react, a myriad of razor, sharp blades plunged into his body, One in his chest, another in his calf muscle, his shoulder, two more in his arm, and one right in the junction of his side.

He gnashed his teeth, once, he finally realized that these knives were coated in poison, stinging his ripped, pierced flesh and causing his mind to immediately start spinning on its axis, and his vision blurring here and there, and felt the incomings of a pounding, ear piercing, migraine.

The dark-haired boy slammed his elbow right into the gash torn into his side, causing an animalistic growl to slip through his clench teeth, and rumble within the hollow of his throat.

However, on this occasion, the boy wasn't so, lucky to escape his clutches, he threw his hand out, a snatched the little urchin by his neck, and without a care, hurled his tiny body into the stonewall underneath the still ticking clock, breaking and cracking the masonry with a resounding THWACK.

There was another crackling noise, this time louder, the earth trembled, and a yellow streak briefly etched itself across the dark-blue skies.

Once more, it went unnoticed.

His temper peaking, and patience burning dry, the blond haired boy, made the sorry mistake of trying to assault him from behind, he was greeted.

Though, on instinct, on Alucard's part, with the crook of his elbow slamming it right into the center of his belly , hard enough for the childe to start vomiting up his previous meal, and collapse to a pathetic heap on the cold, floor.

The others distracted by their partner's unsightly, display failed to move on time, thus giving the Master vampire a chance to use his tendrils,

He strike the rest them in one ago, smacking them straight into the stone railing that existed as a very, very, thin line between the platform, and falling to your very death, below.

One, ginger, peered down, and nearly, like his previous mate, hurled up his lunch once he saw and came to the startling realization as to high up they actually were. He couldn't stop envisioning himself, tripping and falling, helplessly, and hopelessly, limply down that pit of utter darkness, smashing into ground head first, the sickening picture of his brains coating the streets made his anxiety peek, an eyeball here, another there, his bones shattered, on impact skitter all over the cobblestone like broken pieces of candy cane, only worsened his dread and his lowered his resolve to fight.

He wanted desperately to surrender, to give up, and end this farce now. But, what would Ms. Mina say. What would she think? Would she scold him, abandon him, like his -like his- he didn't dare finish that thought. He didn't want to think that-he didn't want to think that Ms. Mina would send him back to that place, back to those labs, to those men in white suits, to that doctor with the multiple eyes.

He honestly wanted to cry.

And honestly, who sent children to war.

The rain began to pour.