All the Pretty Things: Strangled at birth

Bonus chapter part 2: Nuremberg 2.0

Disclaimer: I do not own the various trademarked characters in this story. The OC Tedora is based off of a friend of mine. This entire story is an AU of another AU story by the wonderful Sweettwilightvamps13; her story Lovely Creatures captured my heard and imagination and I suggest you read it. I was originally going to do only one bonus chapter but there is too much to say in a single chapter. I hope you like it.

Warning: This chapter contains horror and Alucard being a bastard. Seriously, he's not nice in this; I'm talking about Adolf Hitler type mean. This chapter also contains Alucard dressing stylish.

Seras stood on stage before hundreds of Alucard's servants. Among them were the No-Life King's soldiers, assassins, torturers, scientists, craftsmen and butchers. Each one of them was more deviant than the last. Living for a full century under Alucard, his servants had grown progressively more brutal and cruel. New vampires created under Alucard's reign generally did not know of the honour and respect shared by the older vampires. The only rule that they followed was that Alucard's word was iron.

Everyone was screaming and shouting madly. "Boss! Boss! Give us the boss!" It was like a football chant that they kept on repeating.

Where is the boss!

Show us the boss!

Boss! Boss!

Give us the boss!

Dressed in her slutty police girl's outfit, Seras hated every last one of them. Part of her wanted to run when Drusilla said to, but truthfully there was no place that she could run to. There was also the fear that if she ran, Alucard would find her and make her pay.

Maybe he wouldn't find her in America; but he'd heard enough propaganda about John Farson and the other vampire rebel leaders on various continents to fear travelling anywhere abroad.

She'd planned plenty of public announcements for Alucard, but this was the first time she would be actually taking part in it. During the last two public spectacles she'd been buried alive and hadn't had the chance to watch the show.

Feeling naked and nervous before the crowd, Seras wishes that the microphone in her hand was a gun and that she could blow off all their heads in a messy explosion. Since her feelings were completely irrelevant to anything, she held the microphone close to her mouth and began the ceremony.

"HALLO EVERYBODY!" Seras shouted with glee that she did not feel. Her smile was bright and plastic. Her teeth shone and the outfit she wore showed off enough cleavage that she even wished she was wearing her marginally less skimpy uniform. This blue outfit showed off even more than her tan one. No doubt this was done intentionally by Alucard who knew that the affairs of state were less important to the peasants than boobies and booze.

Immediately the tumult of the crowd went down but did not completely subside. They wanted to see their king!

"I'd just like to welcome everyone to another State of the Nation address by our own kind and benevolent sacred ancestor."

At the mention of Alucard, everybody cheered and shouted.

Seras smiled and went on. "There will be music and entertainment and the faithful will show their worth by denouncing traitors along with public executions with audience participation."

This evoked even more cheering and hollering. This was the mob, but unlike Caesar, there was no senate to hold back Alucard's will. Instead, there was only a brutal secret service that enforced the king's will with an iron fist.

Seras knew that the crowd was already getting impatient so she went with the script and got on with it. "So I suggest that you all give him a very big hand because he deserves it more than anybody."

"Without further ado I would like to present to you his imperial majesty The No-Life King, The Sacred Ancestor, Alucard the Noble, General of the Armies of the Vampire Kingdom—I bring you ALUCARD!" Seras shouted as the spotlight behind her went on.

But there was nobody there. Alucard should have been sitting in the spotlight but he wasn't there.

Seras's eyes widened and she started to shake her head slightly and whisper. "No." He was supposed to be there.

All of Alucard's bizarre servants were shocked too. They were all demanding to know where their king was. He was the whole reason they turned up even though they had better things to do with their time.

Seras was at a loss. Now was the worst time for Alucard to have a bout of mental illness and no show up. Wringing her microphone, there was nothing she could think of saying that would make the crowd any less angry.

Just when it seemed like everything was going to turn violent, a voice called out that everybody heard.

"Oi, over here!"

Everyone looked over to the source of the new voice. Simultaneously, the spotlight shone over the speaker. There was Alucard, with his back to the crowd.

Suddenly he spun around and cackled playfully, as if he'd just pulled a quaint practical joke on everyone. "Fooled you, didn't I?" he sang lightly.

Gone was the medieval suit of armour and red cape from earlier. Instead, Alucard had opted for a whole new wardrobe without telling anybody. His lean form was completely encased in a shiny black leather straight jacket except for his hands and head.

His white gloves shone as brilliantly as diamonds; it was criminal for anything to be so spotless.

But the most grotesque feature of his new outfit was his face. Expertly, Alucard had gone and done up himself so that his face looked like the Ace of Spades. The horrific whiteface makeup made him look like a fucked up clown with his blood red eyes and lips done up with black lipstick.

The icing on the cake came in the form of a massive handlebar moustache which had a span of eight whole inches. He looked to be a marvellous freak show; a certifiable loon. Nobody would ever make the mistake of certifying him sane.

Alucard wagged a finger playfully at his audience. "Come on, you were fooled; admit it! HA-HAH!"

At this, everybody joined him in laughter and Alucard just went with it. The grin on his face was too happy to be sane and it seemed to scrunch up his features instead of widen them; as if every time he smiled it borrowed matter from other parts of his face. His hair was wild and untamed.

Alucard chuckled politely as the laughter from the crowd died down. "Well, I have always fancied myself as something of a comedian." He punctuated his sentence with mirthless laughter and he waited for everybody to stop laughing in order to start talking again.

"Honestly though, times are hard ladies and gentleman," Alucard said in a most sombre manner. Nearly everybody present made a point of agreeing with him. Seras was still horrified by his hideous makeup.

"So that is why," he shouted passionately, "I have taken this time to address my nation, my people, my children!" His voice grew louder and more fiery with each passing word. He was like the head priest of some demented cult. Everyone cheered on their glorious leader.

He held out his arms widely, like a maestro before his orchestra. "Because right now ladies and germs, I am the one thing standing between you good people and the forces of chaos!"

Everybody shouted in agreement.

Alucard's teeth flashed as he went on with his speech. "Right now, there are those who have a bone to pick with me; but instead of going in and fighting it with me personally those CUNTS are going after my beloved children!" His words of fire were accompanied by wild hand gestures which were perfectly calculated to look impressive. Alucard's choreography was perfect; at their best, Hitler and Stalin never looked so good on camera.

As he went on with his speech, camera crews recorded his every move and skilled translators transmuted the Sacred Ancestor's speech into whatever language his troops were hearing. All of it broadcasted on secret pirate channels meant only for Alucard's armies out in the field and his subservient vampire nests. It was a new age and Alucard was using information technology to his full advantage.

"And as you know!" he screamed, spittle flying from his mouth with passion. "If we are to survive the onslaught of the rebel scum, we must have strength!"

"Strength!" cried the masses.

Alucard held up a tightly clenched fist. "There is no strength without obedience!"

"Obedience!"

"Through obedience to the Sacred Ancestor, there is strength! Strength through obedience, from the leader comes strength!"

"Strength through obedience! Survival through obedience! The Sacred Ancestor wills it!"

"YES!" Alucard howled like a rabid wolf calling to the heavens. "Strength through obedience! Survival through obedience! The Sacred Ancestor wills it!"

Seras saw the whole thing from the sidelines. To her, this whole pageant was disgusting. It was a thinking man's zombie movie come to life. These people were baring their throats and surrendering their souls and minds to a depraved lunatic. He would take everything he could from them and they would welcome it.

Did any of them even remember a time when there was no Alucard? Were there any who could remember back to the not so distant past when there was no Sacred Ancestor or Vampire civil war? Could Seras remember anything of her time before her enslavement? The answer was not looking good.

The whole crowd was jumping up and down screaming like madmen. It was bedlam under the bright stage lights Alucard stood.

"And now," Alucard shouted in a far more jubilant tone. "I have good news. We have managed to uncover traitors in our midst."

At the mention of traitors, everyone started to laugh maliciously. Seras was getting a bad feeling just watching it.

"That is right," Alucard proclaimed passionately. "These traitors have broken my trust, spat in my face and turned their backs on our time honoured ways."

It was a bit hypocritical of Alucard to talk about time honoured ways. All he had done since his coronation was rip apart vampire tradition to shreds in order to satisfy his own ego.

"And when somebody fucks with me, they're also fucking with all of you!" He began to pace wildly across the stage. Up in the rafters, the nude goggle wearing women with knives all over their bodies smiled vacantly at Alucard and munched on the occasional passing bat.

Alucard stopped briefly to pull a strand of hair out of his face and he inflamed his people further. Human, vampire, demon and anything in between was eating out of Alucard's hands and he was loving it.

"ARE YOU GOING TO LET THESE WORTHLESS TRAITORS FUCK WITH YOU!"

"NOOOO!" came the deafening scream of five thousand different voices. Seras had to clamp he hands over her ears for the volume caused her pain.

Alucard however showed no sign that the sound hurt his ears. If anything, he drank it all up, desperate for more.

Turning around and pirouetting like a game show host. "Well, since you asked for it, here they are folks!"

On cue, a dozen sexy vampire dancing girls and a dozen brutal werewolf guards hauled in the traitors. Of the vampires brought in, it was unlikely that more than half of them were really traitors. The rest were most likely being killed so that Alucard could take their possessions and divvy it out to his loyal followers.

Seras winced as she saw the vampire Lestat escorted in silver and steel chains, his normally dapper clothes torn to rags and silver barbs stuck six inches deep into his flesh. His companion the vampire Marius seemed to be in the same predicament.

The brothers Luke and Jan Valentine were up on stage as well, stripped totally naked. Jan's eyes had been torn out and Luke's tongues had been ripped out. Jan screamed frantically to his brother as the guards manhandled him. "LUKE! LUKE! What the fuck is going on!"

To this, his brother only had to gurgle and moan incoherently.

Stepping onto the stage with more prisoners was a creature that looked like a sixteen year old boy but had a cantaloupe sized spider head growing out of his stomach which seemed to have a mind of its own and was very hungry.

As Seras scanned the miserable and beaten faces of the vampires before Alucard, she was relieved to see that Drusilla was not among them. Perhaps she'd fled with her life earlier.

To begin the lurid display of executing the "traitors" Alucard had Lestat force fed poison. It was awful. The normally dapper vampire who'd shown Seras actual courtesy and kindness was foaming at the mouth and vomiting his guts up. As he choked and coughed, Lestat pleaded—begged like a no good whore—for a drink, something to clean out his mouth; one little glass of water.

Alucard remained completely silent. A sly grin etched on his features. In his own mind, he was getting revenge on the cabal of vampires who put him on the throne in the first place.

He was the goddamn Sacred Ancestor. There were no predecessors to him; answerable to no one and about as vile as they came. He was violent, sado-masochistic, misogynistic, racist, jealous and proud of it. He was a petty, unjust, unforgiving control freak with homophobic, genocidal, filicidal, capriciously malevolent tendencies. And he was also a bully.

If he could get away with it, he would feed the same poison to everyone in the audience and then see how they cheered. But then there would be nobody to glorify him.

A new creature stepped on stage and joined the youth with a spider head sticking out of his gut. This was a tall, feminine shape with the bald head of a vulture.

Pulling out two stands of silver coated barbed wire, the Vulture-woman and the Spider-boy each grabbed a strand and started to use it to floss the crotch of a female vampire that Seras did not recognize.

Her features were turning green; she was going to be sick.

The female vampire shrieked as her labia and clitoris was shredded like sliced meat by the back and forth motion of silver coated razor wire.

Jan was really getting frantic now. He was threatening and crying like a baby in equal turns. Approaching him was bandaged figure which dripped slime from under his mummy like wrappings and cradles a purring chainsaw in its mottled, deformed hands.

Seras couldn't watch anymore and went to leave since she would play no greater part in this satanic farce.

She sprinted down the deserted hallways, realizing now was her time to flee.

The prospect of freedom was terrifying. There was nowhere to go and no time to pack anything of significance before Alucard's address of his people was over.

That was when the first explosion happened. She didn't see it but she felt it. Somewhere in Alucard's underground lair, a bomb went off and it caused shockwaves through the place.

The rumble in the floor caused Seras to trip and fall. Shocked by the fall, Seras dimly was aware of when the Jackal fell from her hidden holster and slid across the floor.

While she wasn't willing to wait for time to pick up any of her good, Seras wasn't going to leave without her gun. More shockwaves rocked everything and caused dust to fall from the ceiling. A hundred pound chunk of concrete fell from the ceiling but Seras easily knocked it aside.

Grabbing her weapon from the floor, Seras began to run with increased urgency. Behind her, explosions tore apart the hallway. She felt the heat of the flames and knew that she didn't want to be anywhere near here if one of those explosions went off near Alucard's central armoury.

Distant bombs detonating went off and caused Seras's sensitive vampire ears to ring—then she hit something hard and unyielding.

Falling backwards, Seras drew her gun and aimed it at whatever or whoever she'd run into.

Dust had fallen into her eyes and as she tried to blink it out, she heard a voice. "Well, if it isn't tha' police kitteh."

Seras groaned as she heard Paladin Anderson chuckle. Of all the people to run into on her way to freedom, this took the cake. "Get out of the way, Anderson," she threatened; not lowering her gun.

Anderson just laughed. "Ye expect ta kill meh with tha' little pea shooter, lass?"

Seras wasn't in the mood for this. At any moment they might all be blown sky high. "Just get out of my way, please." As disgusting as Anderson was, he'd never particularly been unkind to her in comparison with some people. The worst he'd done was comment about how he'd like to fuck her when he thought that she couldn't hear him; and the man was a priest somehow.

This caused more laughter from the Scottish priest, who calmly stood even as more shockwaves caused the lights overhead to blink on and off. "Come on lass," he crooned. "Give a servant o' the lord some head." At this, he began to thrust his hips forward a little and began to tease her. "Come an' see Alex's big salami." He began to laugh rancorously even as an explosion went off behind him.

His behaviour, while lewd and immature was also raising Seras's suspicions. For a man who'd sold out the Vatican in service to a vampire he seemed remarkably cavalier about the fact that bombs were going off inside Alucard's fortress. Seras could even begin to hear the sound of Alucard's subjects being killed in the explosions.

"Are you mad?" Seras screamed. "We could both be killed."

"Nae fear o' tha' lass," he reassured her. "Ah know exactly where an' when the bombs will fly."

Seras blinked owlishly at Anderson but knew better than to take her aim off of him. "How would you know that?"

"Because ah helped set them up," he said it like it was the most obvious answer in the world. Another explosion caused the lights to flicker, throwing his glasses into glare and causing his eyes to resemble soulless white orbs; his white teeth shone in the semi-darkness. "Me and one other man are responsible fer this. Ah'm a fully-fledged triple agent."

Seras's face frowned at the idea of a triple agent. "Is there even such a thing as a triple agent?" So he was working for the Vatican but was actually betraying them to work for Alucard and he was betraying Alucard to work for. . . who exactly?

Anderson did a little mock bow. "Ye're looking at a triple agent, lass." He straightened up and dusted off his cassock. "Ah did most of the work but the second traitor was critical; ah couldnae done this without' him."

Anderson leaned forwards, his glasses and teeth shone demonically. "Now lass, since ah've got a full ten minutes afore the really big bomb goes off; how about ye give meh some head before ah pull off yours and stick it on a pike?"

"Stay back," warned Seras. "I don't care that you betrayed Alucard but if you even touch me I won't hesitate to spread you."

Anderson chuckled in a most unfriendly fashion. "Tha's alright; ah think ah'll just settle fer killin' ye afore ah leave."

Several seconds had gone by without an explosion. As Seras became aware of this fact, a squad of Alucard's soldiers had appeared. Three of them were vampires and four were human; the humans being nothing more than simple cannon fodder.

The humans were each clad in bizarre looking leather bondage gear; one of them even wore a calf hide mask that looked like a white rabbit. The white rabbit held a heavy flamethrower on his broad, muscular back. Two of the humans were female and were naked except for bulletproof vests and gimp masks; everything below the waist was totally exposed.

The gimp sisters hefted fifty calibre rifles at Anderson; their willowy builds belayed their intense but all too human strength.

The last human was an androgynous figure covered except for their eyes in black leather. The androgyne had the words "panther fist" written on his/her chest and carried a giant cattle prod with an enormous battery on their back.

The vampires were considerably less strange looking except for the fact that the one female vampire had giant raven like wings on her back.

One male vampire with a gold tooth hissed and snarled at Anderson. "Paladin Alexander Anderson, by the order of the Sacred Ancestor, you are to be tortured and executed."

Anderson merely smiled, glasses and teeth glowing. "Come get meh," he taunted.

The gimp sisters raised their guns but Anderson was too quick for them. Charging forward like a mad beast, Anderson leapt and punched the first sister with enough force that her head exploded.

He delivered an expert martial arts kick that decapitated the other gimp sister and followed through with a dodge and lethal punch when the cattle prod androgyne tried to zap him; punching right through its chest.

The raven winged vampire lunched at Anderson with claws like an eagle, but she was out of her element within the confined tunnels, no matter how strong her bloodline was.

Jumping up, Anderson landed on the she-vampire back and with pure pleasure on his face ripped out her wing; causing her to scream loudly.

At this time, Seras was interested in escaping even if the bombs were no longer going off. She ran as fast as her legs would take her; the remaining lights in the tunnel flew by in a blur until they became a single stripe of light. These tunnels were starting to become familiar.

Suddenly, Seras screamed out a cry that was equal parts air and blood. She fell and rolled hard on the floor; smashing her head upon the wall. Sticking out of her back was a blessed bayonet that burned her like fire.

Shrieking in pain and curling up in foetal position, Seras beheld the godly silver coated steel that stuck out of her gut. The blessing paralyzed her as effectively as any neuro-toxin. She couldn't move.

Thudding footfalls alerted her to the presence of Paladin Anderson; she could only guess what he'd done to the vampires who tried to apprehend him. He wasn't one of the Vatican's hard men for nothing.

"It's over," Anderson uttered, two incredibly long bayonets in either hand.

Anderson laughed to himself. Seras Victoria had always been a veritable cocktease in her pretty little police outfit. It just wasn't right for a woman to show off herself like that. Girls who dressed like that and didn't just give it to a lonely fellah were deserving of God's own special brand of punishment.

Seras covered her eyes as Anderson thrust forward with both blades—only to be stopped by something hard and indestructible.

Anderson's field of vision was suddenly filled with bulging muscles and perfumed skin that must drive all the women mad with need. For once, he found himself looking up at somebody instead of down. Towering before Anderson was the Captain, who looked like he didn't even feel the bayonets jabbing into his flesh.

"Captain," Seras gasped with a small hopeful smile on her bloodied face.

Towering over Anderson and twice as muscular, the Captain was dressed just in a pair of trousers and his trademark hat. His blue eyes were full of fury as he met Anderson's wild green gaze.

Grabbing both of Anderson's wrists in his massive hands, The Captain crushed Anderson's wrist bones like glass.

Anderson cried out in shock as his limp hands let go of the bayonets—a cry of shock that was cut off as the Captain brutally head-butted Anderson on the nose; breaking his glasses in the process.

Somehow, Anderson managed to fire off two bayonets at the Captain before his wrists had healed. The Captain held up his arm and the bayonets sunk into that; he showed no sign that he felt any pain.

Leg snaking out behind Anderson's, the Captain pulled out Anderson's leg and caused the man to lose his balance.

As Anderson fell backwards, the Captain did two things; first he turned behind him and pulled the bayonet right through Seras body. This causes her exquisite agony but now she was no longer paralyzed from the blessings.

Secondly, the Captain reached back and threw a punch at Anderson's midsection; ripping a hole in the man bigger than a bowling ball and driving his fist right through Anderson's spine.

Anderson twitched like a bug on a needle and forgetting the danger for the moment, Seras ran to hug the Captain but to her surprise he shoved her back with one enormous hand.

For a moment, Seras looked at the Captain with hurt; he was the only one here to treat her humanely.

The Captain's eyes were full of urgency; he pointed with a mighty arm to the hall behind Seras in the direction that she'd been fleeing.

Seras understood instantly. He wasn't rejecting her; he was urging her to not forget what she sought to do. He was telling her to get to safety, because at that moment Anderson charged at the Captain once more with his blessed blades.

As much as Seras wanted to help the Captain, she knew that she'd only get in the way. The Captain could do a lot more than just fuck and Anderson for all his crude nature was a hardened killer.

So she ran, but not before scooping up the Jackal.

She ran farther and faster than ever before. The halls were becoming familiar. She could remember the various scratches and the colour of the stone from when she'd been first brought down here by that group of vampires.

She was getting close now. She could almost taste her freedom. She could smell fresh air for the first time in god knew how long.

She was there! The door where she left the world of light those long years ago. And there guarding the door to her escape was Alucard himself.

Seras froze on the spot like a rabbit before a hungry snake; except the rabbit could expect more mercy from the snake.

Alucard was looking at Seras with an expression of lazy satisfaction. Dozens of his citizens were dead or wounded, terrorists had bombed his stronghold, his own double agent had betrayed him but despite everything he still felt fine. Maybe he felt fine precisely because everything was the way it was; perhaps the chaos fed and sustained him in a way that normal order and peace just didn't.

The whiteface makeup was smoothly distributed across his face. Over his right eye in black was the shape of a spade from a deck of cards. On his left temple was an "A" symbolizing the ace. The black lipstick he wore brought out the polished whiteness of his teeth, jagged and frightening.

He peered at Seras lazily through long eyelashes. He was the pinnacle of relaxation. "Where the hell do you think you're going?" he asked easily.

Seras stood catatonic at this final twist of the knife that fate had handed her. Just as she was about to be pulled out of shark infested waters one of the hungry bitches took her leg off. The thoughts in her head were the same as the ones a woman might think before being taken off to hang until dead.

There was no escape. There would be no freedom. She would die.

Alucard took a lazy step towards her and then another lazy step. "I really should thank you for what you've done." His lip curled with a mix of disdain and lust. "Free time with you is like using the toilet; it helps me get the shit out of my system so I can function."

"If I could, every hour of every day would be free time with me." His smile was friendly but his words were cold and dead.

"Did you think you could get away?" he drawled

The bombs had stopped exploding and the fortress no longer reverberated with them. It was as if Alucard had stopped the explosives with sheer willpower.

Seras couldn't respond. As bad as free time was, she'd seen what Alucard did to dissenters and traitors. Dereliction of duty was particularly brutally punished. For her crime the least she could expect would be to be tortured for month's non-stop.

He was getting closer and Seras held up her gun. Though she pointed it at Alucard. "Keep back!" she tried to yell, but it only came out as a sort of mewl. Terror was threatening to overwhelm her as her worst nightmare walked towards her with a mind full of malice.

She tried begging even though she didn't mean for it to come out as such. "Please, just let me go. I can't keep doing this; what you're doing is going to kill me." Emotion was etched across her face despite her years of practice at concealing her feelings.

Alucard stopped moving forward and merely chuckled in a fatherly way. "I'm aware that my practices could kill you at any time, but that's a risk I'm willing to take."

He went on. "Not long ago, I peered into the witch's glass and it showed me that a traitor in my midst would attack during my ceremony; that was why I sent away all the very important vampires on various missions and left behind the garbage."

Intellectually, Seras was aware of how cold blooded his words were but couldn't bring herself to feel anything except cold numbness. Selfish as it sounded to those who may be sitting comfortably at home, her life was directly at risk and that mattered more than the faceless slaves who'd been killed by the bomb explosions. Selfishness was an easily learned lesson here in the kingdom of the Sacred Ancestor and Alucard was the perfect teacher.

As he spoke, Alucard's hands twitched as if he could hardly control his violent impulses. "Now, my kingdom has been attacked and nobody important was killed. In this most cowardly terrorist attack, many vampires in my armies lost mates and sires."

He flashes a most psychotic grin. "And when a vampire loses their mate, it makes them willing to die; they become something that I can use." Try as he had, even Alucard's totalitarian methods could not break the intensely strong vampire mating bond. Upon the death of one of the mates, a vampire would either kill itself or single mindedly pursue revenge.

"Best of all, with so many vampires losing their loved ones forever this will silence the last elements who think we should negotiate with the rebels or compromise." He said the word "negotiate" as if it were a dirty word; "compromise" sounded like a word that Alucard had never heard before.

His face twitched with something akin to hunger; rage and a sense of entitlement were written on his warped, grinning features. His black painted lips were pulled back fully to show off his numerous shark like teeth.

"The last thing the witch's grapefruit showed me was you." He held out his arm and pointed a finger at Seras as if she'd done a great misdeed to him. Fury it seemed had totally overwhelmed Alucard.

His manner was no longer casual and relaxed; he was trembling with rage.

The sight of him made Seras feel like her chest was full of wet cement. She didn't need to breath but she felt like she was suffocating; suffocating with fear.

Here before her was not a man but rather a blind, stumbling thing. Like a cancer, Alucard's only mission in life was to kill that which sustained him. Seras had lived with Alucard like he was cancer; although he was far more torturous than any chemo or radiation therapy.

The sad thing was that seeing death straight in the eye did nothing for Seras. She didn't know anything now in the face of oblivion that she didn't know five minutes ago. There was nothing glorious or dignified about the end she would face.

Weakly, she raised her gun. "Don't come any closer. I'll shoot," but her voice sounded as weak and pitiful as a kitten.

"You have spirit," Alucard remarked.

BLAM!

The Jackal went off as Seras shot Alucard in the eye. Through the thin whisp of gun smoke, Alucard simply stood there.

Then he slowly turned his head and laughed. The bullet wound Seras had inflicted was totally healed.

It was foolish of her to think that a little piece of silver would be enough to kill Alucard, even if it was blessed. The king of vampires was too full of hate to die; he kept on living because he thought that his death might benefit somebody or just make someone happy.

Living well is the perfect revenge; living forever is a horror. Alucard would continue to live and he would not only see his enemies' funerals but he'd see their children, grandchildren and great grandchildren's funerals. He's stick around like a perverse god who endlessly demanded sacrifice and he would never die, not until there was nothing left to torture or kill.

Alucard began to laugh. At first it was low but then built up to a full cackle. "You have spirit! I like that."

Immediately his gleeful smile changed into a scowl so fast it made Seras jump back.

"But that's why you have to die. I really can't let you live now that I know you'll disobey me." It was true. Alucard liked strong women; but only when they were subservient to his will.

It happened so fast that Seras didn't even see it. In a heartbeat, she was pinned to the wall by Alucard, who held her hands firmly in his.

His horrible leering face was only a whisper away from hers; she could almost feel his moustache. Now she felt like she'd swallowed a bucket of acid and it was eating at her insides. In her head, she prayed over and over to god to simply let her die but then she stopped because God had never answered her prayers before; there was no reason that they should be answered now.

The voice that Alucard spoke with was surprisingly calm and clear, it contrasted utterly to his wide, painful grin and bulging eyes against his chalk white skin. "I'm going to drink your blood, then I shall eat your heart and then enjoy the taste of your brains as I eat it with a crudely fashioned fork or spoon."

As he opened his mouth and flashes his white teeth, Seras made the mistake of looking inside his gaping maw.

Inside Alucard's mouth she could see things moving. There were faces, voices coming from inside Alucard as if he'd swallowed people whole and they couldn't get out. She heard voices screaming for their mothers, their fathers, for God and for anybody who had once been precious to them.

Inside Alucard's throat, Seras saw the faces of those who's souls he'd consumed. Each one had been burned and blasted of any individuality; in their misery they were all equal. From within that dark soup Seras could hear the screaming of babies who Alucard had devoured like sugar candies.

In a moment she'd share that fate and become one more screaming soul in Alucard's fortress of souls. And try as she might, he was simply too strong for her to break free from.

In her wildest dreams and hopes, Seras could never have imagined that this was not her day to die.

An explosion shook the base that was so powerful it killed the lights and threw Alucard off of Seras.

"What the devil is that?" he demanded. His men should have disarmed all the bombs; unfortunately, the witch's grapefruit is a cruel friend. What it did not tell Alucard about was that there was a mini nuke smuggled into his base of operations and set to blow.

This explosion they were facing wasn't just an explosion, it was the last one.

Immediately, the dark tunnel came to light with blinding life. The lights came on so brightly that they exploded.

Seras seized the opportunity. Kicking Alucard in the face, she began to run towards the exit just as the temperature in the tunnel started to reach oven like proportions.

The whole base blew in less than half a second, but thanks to Sears vampire reflexes, she was able to slam through the door and run into the Bulgarian night.

Once more Seras was blinded, but this time by the moonlight. It was a perfect full moon out, just like the one that had been present when she'd been taken to this place for the first time.

For a moment, she reached out her hand as it to touch the moon's silky face. During all her imprisonment, she'd never once set foot outside of Alucard's hellish underground lair.

Her reverie was cut short when the entire University behind her exploded

Thanks for that :D At first I was just going to do one more chapter but there's too much that I want to say and too little time to do it in. In the next chapter, Seras gets caught in a brother's quarrel with Alucard and Radu.

Review and read :D Have fun! I'd like to thank all my friends out there :) And especially big thanks to Sweettwilightvamps13 for giving me this idea.

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