Hey guys…wanna hear a vampire joke?
It's lame, but your hearing it anyways.
It doesn't matter what you think you're hearing this shit LOL
*clears throat like a gentleman in an overcoat*
Why is it a bad thing to tell a Vampire to get a life?
Because they might decide to take YOURS…!
HA HA HA HAAAAAAAA…
I know it was as bad as ever…
(((((I NEED REVIEWS, UNTIL I GET REVIEWS I WILL BEGIN SLOWING DOWN REPLIES. AFTER THESE TWO CHAPTERS IT WILL BE ONE EVERY OTHER DAY. IF THE STREAK OF SILENCE CONTINUES, AND NOBODY GIVES ME FEEDBACK, I WILL SUSPEND THIS TO ONCE A WEEK (ASIDE FROM HALLOWS EVE). THERE ARE ONLY FOUR WEEKS IN A MONTH, AND WE'VE GOTTEN PAST THE FIRST ONE...SO I'D RECOMEND GIVING ME SOME R&R HERE GUYS))))))
ALUCARD ISN'T MY CHARA NOR IS ANY OTHER ASIDE FROM ZYPHER
I know I missed a day. It was on purpose…every two days, until I get feedback.
On the seventh day of Halloween my writer gave to me,
Alucard's dominon
One dynamic battle,
One new born,
A dark seduction
Vampires on a PC
One waking dream
And a child that was lost, but dear to me…
At first when he heard the venomously discordant scream of agony he thought it was Zypher's.
He realized that it was his own…
Or was it, he didn't appear to feel…
Lamented…
It felt different then that. Yet, just before he could finish his thought, his eyes opened…
Yet they were not, in a literal term…it seemed as though he was somewhere else cognitively. He saw stars, all over; they swirled and danced in a requiem. Speaking out in voices that could not be heard or recognized, but in comforting tones. They soothed him with a guiding fervor, warm hands of light reaching out in the void of darkness that shrouded his soul. It was strange…
Suddenly it was as if all his molecules shifted, and came together again. Looking up at the vampire lord above him, he realized Zypher seemed as shocked as he was. He took advantage of it, rather than laying here in a stupor. When he kicked him back, he kicked with more force than a great bulldozer ramming into a butterfly.
Zypher went flying as if someone had pushed him on a spiraling zip line. The vampire hit a dark tree across the way, splitting it in two with the force…(Making one of his creations yip and leap towards another before he fell with it).
Alucard got up with a feeling of vitality and strength beyond measure. He could not pinpoint the feeling…the sensations…but to say they were god-like…would be an understatement. Black lips curled back before the blonde went rushing towards the spot. His pace was fast, yet controlled with a maximum precision that was indescribable.
It was pandemonium; he came down upon Zypher just as he was starting to stand, paralyzing him with his bites, green venom sinking into the flesh of the fellow vampire. In any normal situation, that green venom was the liquid that turns other creatures…but to vampires, the glob-like fluid was a fast acting immobilizer that made the body go ridged (as if frozen in ice). The more that was injected, the longer the vampire was comatose. He was fast and all-to furious as he continued fighting, kicking, punching, slashing, snarling, and growling…
Zypher was strong, and so he kicked out of the crippled state rather fast, despite how much Alucard had put into his system. He responded by pushing his hands up against the male's face, trying to get his foot under the male in order to throw him off. Zypher was in defensive mode, now, he could see that Alucard was stronger than he anticipated. Even after he'd turned the tables on him when he had him in grapple lock with his gale whip. Yet, Zypher could tell now that matrix-style stunt was only the tip of the ice-burg with Dracula's kin.
He struggled underneath him, fighting for his very existence. That was when…
Zypher's eyes widened, blood trickling forth from his chest cavity. A small trickle of red ooze slithered down the Vampire Lord's cheek, eyes white as saucers, as he struggled to make a sound.
Alucard's smile was wide, malicious, and triumphant. Like his father before him, his eyes darkened and became evil when he killed. His smile however, was the worst feature on that face of his. It gave forth an aura as powerful as his creator's, as dark as the midnight sky, and as evil as Satan himself.
Only a cough broke forth from the throat of the lord, under Alucard, and his head fell back. Zypher's existence gave way to nothing, but a void of darkness.
Alucard was left panting, enjoying the last few moments of the kill before he turned, and stood. His blue trench coat made a sound like leather creaking as he turned towards Zypher's creations. "YOU SERVE ME NOW." He pointed to himself, "YOU SERVE MY PURPOSE. YOU SERVE ME. ME! THE CREATION OF THE DRAGON." He yowled out to them. "YOU WILL SERVE ME…or you will DIE in rebellion." This is the way you had to be with his kind. They were notoriously unpredictable, so you had to establish great dominion to stay on top.
It was some years before Zypher's children grew to a point of taking their leave. It seemed, they were more comfortable with a man who was not their creation.
Yet, during these years Alucard had grown lonely. It wasn't because he didn't have servants to tend to him…or thralls to respond to his call…or even an unsteady supply of prey. And it certainly wasn't because he was alone.
He had plenty of bountiful kills, plenty of servants to clean up after him; plenty of thralls, and Zypher's acolytes served as sufficient companions for a time. Yet, as decades past, he watched human society continue to grow, and began missing the feel of a family. Was this what his father felt when he had decided to turn him? Perhaps he should attempt to take on a bloodling of his own? Or, perhaps…
He should attempt to reach out to his father once more.
Since he had wasted an inopportune amount of venom on paralyzing Zypher (and it takes vampires a VERY long time to regenerate it…when it is used, it is often centuries before it is collected to it's full amount again) he chose to reach out to his creator. It had been a little under 79 years. So, having sent the last of Zypher's acolytes (who about pissed himself finding out his task). Alucard then proceeded to kick back and wait for the RSVP. He knew the acolyte wouldn't approach him directly, no doubt send someone else to do it during the daylight hours.
He slept in the satin bed of his tonight, rather than the coffin he usually does.
He awoke with an unusually groggy air. That was when he realized that he felt a hand on his shoulder, "My lord?"
Gold eyes opened to the sight of Caine, one of his favorite human servants. The man often took care of things he could not during the day, and sated his appetite at night when he didn't feel the urge to wander unto the darkness. "My lord, Dracula has confirmed meeting you, he would like to know where your preferred place would be?"
Alucard was groggy enough that it took him a moment to register what the mortal was saying. When he milled it over, he realized where. "Tell him to meet me where it began."
"Where it began, mah lord?" The deep voice said incomprehensibly. That dark hair that outlined his features settled down, shifting lazily to one side. It looked as groggy as Alucard felt. "He also wondered what time would be preferable?"
"Tell him tomorrow night, at midnight if it works for him."
"Very good, sir." Caine's voice resonated as he heard the door open and close. Alucard shifted over into his warm blankets and curled into another round of 'out like a light'.
His dreams were treacherous and duplicitous; mind swirling about as the darkness pulled him unto sinister voices and dangerously familiar faces that gave him ill-omened emotions that would later manifest themselves in the waking world.
Alucard realized, when he awoke in red sheets, that the most baleful thing about the dreams…wasn't so much the shadowy sensations connecting to them. It was the consternation he felt as a result of the fact that the ominous, almost menacing, dream was nothing but an in cognitive shade-world. They wouldn't have given him such a sense of foreboding otherwise…
But they made no sense…
He shook off the sense of foreboding as he began getting himself ready for his day. Even vampires have a certain sense of grooming they feel the need to do. He bathed himself in the large tub filled with a steaming bout of water. Vampires couldn't judge sensations of temperature very well and so he just kind of threw it in the tub from the barrel and went with it.
Most of the time it was cold, but today it appeared to be hot…no doubt because the sun had made it rather warm yesterday.
The vampire settled himself down, naked, in the steaming water with a humming sound of relaxation. He stayed in less than an hour, then groomed himself, and finally made his way out to pull on his favorite attire. Turning around, he headed downstairs with a sense of revitalization.
Caine met up with him, confirming what he already knew. Dracula was going to meet him at midnight, yada yada yada…
He confirmed he got things by a streaming monologue of 'yeah uhuh alright good'. Then he high-tailed it out into the night so that he could grab a bite before he met his maker. The night air was sweet upon his senses, bringing a sense of (close as a vampire can come to sensing) life. The night air was humming with scents…
Grass.
Deer.
Fresh rain.
…Blood…
His senses buzzed upon the scent.
Blood. The very essence that nobody could live without…
And no undead creature could survive in his or her nonexistence without.
The vampire's hiss went straight through the tips of his teeth. Black lips curled back like a curtain to reveal the great fangs, having punched through his gums, which were showing their need for the red liquid on the wind.
It wasn't long before he spotted the un-weary human in the field before his great castle. Stupidity of the human gave way to a meal for the vampire as the lord took him down in a great blur. He had his fangs in his throat; the human screaming for his life even though he knew the end had come for him in a pale form.
When Alucard pulled back, blood ran in bubbles down his front…yet he was not sated.
He rushed to his maximum speed in an attempt to find another source of life.
It didn't take long once he made it to his favorite hunting spot…
Blood trailed down Alucard's glinting black lips as he played cat and mouse with the suffering human. Right now he wasn't hungry, he was just bored…waiting for his father had brought him to a place where he would rather be toying with things than sitting about and watching the traffic.
He would wait for the human to get a little ways, thinking he was going to escape before he came down upon him with another crushing blow. The human knew this was what he was doing, but was hoping that he might actually break through hisi arrogance and escape.
Alucard kept him within sight-line.
He broke his ankle on the first blow, then his wrist, next one of his little ribs, and then, on the latest blow, a small portion of the other kneecap, "Pitiful." Alucard snorted, "Don't you want to escape human?" When the male began limping rapidly Alucard leapt off the wall, knocking him on his front, as he threw blow to the human's head. He landed on the wall and pushed up onto a ledge.
The human barely dragged himself back up and limped off again, "Come oon…you disappoint me." He landed on his back, pressing him against the ground and slamming him in a great shove. A tooth popped out of the beaten man's mouth, landing in a blood skid a few centimeters from his lips. "ARE YOU trying to escape, human? You're giving me no amusement!" He gave him another shove, and then made it up onto the far away garbage can with a blurred leap.
The mortal dragged himself up onto his hands and knees, almost to the street.
Alucard yawned, and jumped down in a flash before him. "Nuhuh." He kicked him in the face, sending him flying back to the end of the alley again. "Fight with me human." He rushed towards him, making it to him in the speed of light. He gave him another sweeping blow to the side, making him crumple. "Run, run away!" But the man just continued to lie pitifully down at the end of the alley.
"P-please…just…KILL ME…" The human begged him.
"How many times do I tell you not to play with your food, Alucard?" A chiding, yet amused voice spoke at the other side of the alley.
Dracula's voice was music to his creation's ears. Alucard turned around, relaxing. "I apologize, father. I was merely bored, and trying to have a bit of fun."
The man reached out one hand and attempted to drag his body away from Alu.
Alucard reached out his palm, the motion unable to be seen by the naked eye. Shoving him up in the air, he bit down upon the male's neck. Drinking him to a withering husk in less than seven seconds. The dead corpse was dropped upon the ground in a bloody heap behind Alu.
"My son." Dracula held out his arms, clasping them over his shoulders. "My creation…my sired…it appears you have done quite well for yourself. This entire territory…all yours…and right next to mine." He placed his arm over the other's shoulders, guiding him around the other side of the alley as they walked. "I did not think anyone would take down Zypher…not with how long he'd ruled here…when I heard he'd been killed, I was mildly curious as to the killer. Yet, here I find out…my own kin." He shook him over the shoulder.
"You flatter me, father." Alucard's smile was calmly relaxed as his golden eyes shifted up to meet his sires own.
"It is not flattery, my sired. Merely the truth…"
Alucard enjoyed the catch up he had with his father. They'd fed together, and parted on the terms that Alucard would see Dracula in his own territory shortly.
"Don't be one of the many strangers in the night…you find me sometimes, alright?"
"Yes, father."
"Or I'll find you, alright?"
"Yes, father." He watched Dracula turn away.
Alucard wandered back to his castle, but was faced with a formidable enemy on the way. The last of Zypher's turned had finally grown to an age where he thought he need to win back their master's territory.
His name was Michael, and he was more than "excelent" in battle.
Michael had launched himself at Alucard, and they engaged in battle. Michael turned the battle around, throwing him down upon the ground and pounding at him. Alucard's hand came out before the other could react, throwing him back into the wall and launching himself at the vampire.
It was a bloody battle of fangs and claws. It engulfed an entire farm field in destruction before they were both out of stamina. Alucard had run out of energy to attack with his powers, and Michael was younger than Alucard…more easily worn out.
The vampire lord had went in a dead run towards the younger, and just as he slammed down his palm towards the top of his head something went through his torso.
"Surprise, mother fucker…" Michael lifted himself up, rising over Alucard. Alucard's words failed, but he managed to stick his hand through Michael's chest cavity. They both fell to their knees, facing one another. Alucard pulled out Michael's heart, and threw his body down with a final push. The vampire gasped, pulling out Michael's dagger. The blade dropped as Alucard did. The vampire stuck his fangs into Michael's heart, drinking the life substance in hope it would heal him enough to get back to the castle.
His blood dripped onto the ground in waves as he limped back.
Tripping on a rock, he fell unto the ground. It was then, as he lay that he felt a hand around his shoulders, and arms dipped under his legs. Hauled up in the air, he was carried god knows where as he fell into an unconscious state.
Something told him…that he'd survived the last battle…
Now, he was to live his unlife in peace.
Live…
No.
He was to stay.
For he was not alive…
He was not dead.
He was just…eternal.
This was supposed to be the end of Newborn, but at the end of this chapter I decided to do an epilogue from Dracula's POV.
