Only ONE review? ugh, Guess you all want Annabel back. Well this is THE chapter that Reveals some big answers, WHAT REALLY happened to Annabel... and the cross over. Hope you like! and sorry for the long wait.
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Chapter 10 Terror And Running Devious In Secret
Later that evening Alucard woke to an unpleasant aroma in his coffin. It smelled of fish, overripe fish. He felt something piled over his lower legs. Opening the lid and sitting up he saw it was fish, lots of them. Hundreds of dead sardines littered the base of his resting place and lined the interior around him. Alucard's face twitched. He got out of the coffin and used his shadows to consume the putrid mess and the sliminess left on his clothes. Unfortunately a smell was harder to get rid of than the thing that made the smell.
He grumbled determined to find the culprit after his meal. Grabbing the blood pack out of the ice bucket he ripped off the top and started chugging it down.
He gagged, spitting out half the pint. It tasted like fish! Foul rotten FISH! The red coloring didn't look any different. 'Alright! No one desecrates my resting place and no one ever messes with my blood!' By the lingering scent left on the plastic bag he knew who to blame, but first to get the awful taste lingering on his tongue off.
He phased into the kitchen to find Annabel sitting on a stool parked before the refrigerator manicuring her fingers with a nail file.
With a moderate palm slam onto the island counter Alucard addressed her in a deadly tone. "Annabel…"
"Is there something you need… pervert?" She asked not bothering to look at him.
"I will forcibly remove you from that spot if you don't explain."
She looked at him then. "You have a short memory. You violated my space so I violated yours."
"And the blood?"
"To get you here in quick order. Sir Hellsing told me why you did that."
Alucard's anger cooled.
"The least you could have done was explain your intentions before you stuck your nose there. I might have been less defensive."
"Perhaps, I was a bit rash, but the male creep I scented has done worse."
Her eyes shifted away from him. "I am quite aware of that fact now. At least with amnesia I don't remember the bad things." The redhead dropped off to a bare whisper.
Alucard had a sharp urge to hold her. "If I asked, would you let me touch you, in a purely nonsexual way that is?"
She cocked her head. "It's a start, but I don't wanna be touched right now. You smell really bad." She told him with a half smirk on her face then got up and pulled the stool back to its proper place.
00000000000000 March 28 2009
"I've missed you love" She cooed into the man's well shaped ears. The ends of his raven black hair tickled her cheek.
"Of course you do." He brought a mass of her silky blood red hair into his face to feel and smell.
She kissed up and down the man's sun kissed neck with fervor. With the sound of his pleased groan his hands glided down to her butt cheeks to press her front part against his stiffening erection.
"Oooh, please not so fast this time, make it last the whole night." The redhead whimpered cupping his round face.
"My lady's wish is my command."
"Ooh I love it that you call me Lady." She breathed then kissed plump lips licking every inch of them before exploring the interior. His tongue responded slowly into her mouth. Male hands roved up her spine taking the ends of her shirt with them. Her arms wrapped around his stocky torso to ply her hands in a similar manner.
Suddenly he lifted her up onto a table rather crudely. She squeaked but continued to kiss him. She wrapped legs around her lovers waist to feel his hard protrusion against her cushiony softness. He emitted an animalistic grunt through his nose. He pressed his mouth harder on hers and as he did so she felt his full lips become thin. With her arms and legs she felt her lover's spine elongate as his build became thinner. She started to panic trying to rip her mouth away from his. He only pushed harder at her as fangs took place of flat teeth and fingers dug into her back holding her chest to his. Retracting her arms she pushed at him. He released her mouth then letting her see what her lover had become. Blue to red his eyes became and skin turned pale like the dead, instilling her in fear and rage.
"My Lady, you said you want it to last all night." He taunted in that monster's voice.
The redhead woke up with a scream. She thrashed her pillows across the room. Her fists balled so tightly her nails broke the skin. "That monster will die. Soon they will all die." The redhead that was Annabel swore under her breath.
00000000000000 February 19 2009 10:14pm. Rome time.
A panting Annabel hunkered behind a rotted out overturned couch in an abandon building. She hoped against hope these creatures couldn't sniff her out or hear her labored breathing. She blocked the door with broken furniture. Swirls of sand pelted at the door for a few moments before finding an opening in a boarded up window.
"You've got to be kidding me." Annabel darted off in the opposite direction. The floor cracked as her feet pounded toward the far end. There wasn't a door or window in range so she blasted an opening.
Now outside she took a hard left in the overgrown backyard. No fences barred her way so she easily ran past three buildings before making another harsh turn, right this time. After a few more zigzags and neither of the beings near her yet, figured on trying to hide again, preferably in a place more structurally intact. The only good thing on her side was that those things had to go around objects. They couldn't force themselves through objects in that sand form, which they chose to chase her with for the past thirty minutes.
Now in an alley she scouted quickly for a secure place to get out of sight. Her eyes locked on a bit of light. There was a bluish door propped ajar. The doorway protruded strangly three feet from the wall of an old building and nestled against a set of heavy stone steps. 'Must be a door to the basement. I'm taking it!' She ran for it. Strange, it felt like the entrance beckoned her, whispering words of safety. Feeling one of the beings getting too close she forced her tired legs just a bit more juice.
She made it through the narrow security door, skidded her feet to a stop with a blurred look of the interior, and slammed closed the narrow blue half door with her body. She heard a click like the door locked itself. She slumpt to her knees with her sweaty forehead resting on white panels. For some reason she felt a soothing presence all around her but mostly behind her. Too geared on knowing where the dark auras of those creatures are Annabel didn't care to look at the moment. She'll make introductions as soon as the coast was clear. Strange, it kind of felt like that benevolent presence from the Sistine Chapel. One of the creatures passed by the door none the wiser of her location.
By the time her heartbeat dropped to resting thumps, those creatures were long gone. She stood up. "Really sorry to barge in but-" When she turned, her jaw dropped.
"Oh. My. God…" What stood before could have come out of a science fiction or fantasy comic book. For one thing the room was HUGE, far larger then she had expected from the outside. The circular room bared an orange tint to its walls and ceiling. Irregular shaped panels locked in place on the ceiling around a huge perfectly round fixture which had concentric circles within it. Parts of the walls had round windows that didn't seem to look out into anything, where other parts had giant garnet looking things dotted along them. The floor was cream colored stucco texture. There were stairways leading upward and ones leading downward, telling Annabel there was more to this place than meets the eye. Smack in the center of the room, and really the main focus of her eyes, was a raised platform of Plexiglas with steps leading to it and leading from it. It was hexagonal. The stunning centerpiece that lay in the center branched from the floor to the two story ceiling in vibrant green glow inside a clear tube. On the platform itself housed a six sided control center with the strangest knobs, buttons, shifters, and various light indicators. A fifty's looking TV monitor hung a bit above and off to the side of the control center. A couple of tan bucket seat chairs occupied the platform as well.
All in all the inviting fortress had a mix of retro and surrealism with a pinch of M.C. Escher on the side.
"…Beautiful." She breathed. Once the initial stun wore off she looked about the room for a living person to talk to. Seeing none she marched up to the dais to take a closer look. When Annabel got to it she realized that the presence she felt was the machine itself. "You're alive. Um, hello. I don't know if you can understand me but I'm sorry if I just barged in. I was being chased by a couple of creepy guys, and…your door was open." It didn't respond but continued the low hum she heard when she entered this place. Looking around again the back of Annabel's mind nagged her something familiar about this massive room, however she couldn't place it. "Well, I suppose goodbye then." Even though she itched to explore this mini wonder world, it belonged to someone else and was in fact intruding.
Once at the entrance, she opened the door, at least she tried to. Both double doors were locked. "Excuse me but I'd very much like to leave." She called out to the center.
It was then that the floor shook violently causing a hard smack on her butt. It continued to rumble and an odd wheezing sound vibrated through it. "Whoa whoa whoa! Watcha doing? That doesn't sound good!" She hugged a wall until whatever it was called stopped shaking and making the odd noise. The door lock clicked allowing the left side to sling open. A hot gust of wind with bits of sand blew in.
At the strangely hot weather outside all of a sudden Annabel now felt less inclined to exit. She stood and looked out the door. For a second time, her jaw dropped. It was hard to see any detail, nevertheless, Annabel knew she wasn't in Rome anymore. Hot air continued to gust in. Tugging at Alucard's red cravat, She figured it'd be alright to take off the suit jacket. She placed it neatly on the nearest railing of the stairs then trotted back to the door.
"If I'm seeing those three points correctly it's the three pyramids of Giza." She said aloud. "You've transported to Egypt in a matter of seconds. That's kinda cool. I've always wanted to visit the pyramids, touch a bit of history. The last seventh wonder of the world and th-"
Her foot unconsciously stepped outside to stand on… nothing. She toppled out, down a sandy curved rock face. Landing on her back she stared upwards. Above the door she fell out of were words lit up. "Police Box" She read, and saw that this "box" was settled on the back of the Sphinx.
"Wait a minute." Things clicked together. 'Blue police box... Bigger on the inside... Teleported across the world.' She slapped her face hard and jumped up. "My God! I need to know when I am!" She unfurled her wings, leaping into the sky toward the highest pyramid. She circled around them gazing out into the distance. 'Okay, electric lights from a city and a few cars moving about. Okay not too bad.' She perched at the top of the tallest triangular point. She gazed at the scenic view in wonder and squealed mentally at where she was at. "This is so cool!" She crouched to touch the very tip of the pyramid's cap stone with her finger. "How many people can say they've done this? Just me!" She giggled.
A revving sound cut off her glee. "No, No, NO!" Like a dart to a board she sprung off toward the blue box. Hitting the door rather roughly her fists banged at it to open. "Let me in! Let me in! Don't leave without me!" It did, unfortunately. The engine's sound faded away. Annabel's body dropped to the spot where the police box had been a second before.
She swiped at a handful of sand in frustration. 'I wonder if it'll come back? And where's the Doc that's supposed to pilot that thing?' In the panic her wings fizzled back to nothing. She stood dusting off her clothes. 'Ah, damn it I left my phone in my jacket. Well I suppose it would be useless anyway if this is the past.' She took to leaning against the neck of the Sphinx. 'Huh, Doctor Who, How weird is that? Existing as real in this universe.' She snorted. 'Vampires and mythical creatures exist here; why shouldn't he? I saw the show as a kid. I think he had a really long scarf and could regenerate or something. Alright now to- …Oh shit! Why must they be here too?'
She plastered herself against the monument. A pair of bad, soul sucking vibes, two different ones, echoed down her spine. 'Don't see me. Don't see me!' She chanted. Two swirling tornadoes turned into two male beings in grey clothing. They stared at Annabel in fascination. 'Luck hates me today.'
"Um, would either one of you tell me the date today, you know month, day, year. That be just peachy."
One of them whipped up a cell phone to read something on it.
The other thought for a second. "August 8, 2008 my Lady."
With a quick calculation she muttered "A bit early then." She found it odd to be called a lady from the likes of them.
The one with the phone snapped it closed and briefly touched his partner. He nodded in silent understanding. "My lady, would you come with us please?" The tall one asked.
An eyebrow rose. 'At least these two are communicating rather than trying to eat me, not that it makes them any less dangerous.'
In a dead pan tone, "Tell me what for, and I might consider."
"Our Mistress would like to meet you."
"Ah, and what is her name?"
The two looked at each other and shared a shrug. "Mistress Ramla, our beloved prophet. We believe you are a sign for the coming of our great goddess Sekhmet. It is said a great fiery bird, the phoenix, shall carry the very Ba of the One Who is Powerful to her place of ancient birth, to be reborn as our living goddess." Both beings bowed to her.
'This isn't good. These guys are deluded if they think I carry the soul of a goddess. I'm not too versed in Ancient Egyptian beliefs. I think Sekhmet is the one with a cat or lion's head. At least these guys are talking. Hopefully I can keep them talking and figure a way out of this.'
"Ah, and what shall the great Sekhmet do when she is reborn?" She asked as if she was testing them. If they believed her superior they might not harm her.
The shorter one spoke this time. "She shall raze her enemies in slaughter, bask in their spilt blood, sweep disease into the hearts of the impure, and grant us into her bosom for our loyal worship." The short male grew eager and excited at the prospect.
"And who are her enemies?" An ill feeling sunk into the pit of her stomach.
"One ones that feast on human fluids." The tall one answered.
"They mock our goddess! The blood is hers to take! We drink of life energy, the breath, far superior in sustenance than the undead creatures." The other added.
"Yep, that's them, and of what beings are you two?"
"Do you not know my Lady?"
"I need to know you're the right ones if I'm going to follow you anywhere." She told haughtily. 'Like hell I'm going to follow them.'
"We are Lilû, the only true incubi of our Lilitû consorts, our beloved succubi." The short one said proudly.
Running out of things to ask she ignited her wings, leaped into the air, and yelled "Sorry, Not it," while gaining as much altitude as possible. They only hesitated a moment before turning into sand after her. She beat her wings furiously flowing with the wind currents in a weaving pattern doing her best to evade the dark sandy creatures.
"Aaah!" The taller male returned to humanoid form behind her with arms around her neck. The added weight dragged her down while the other one still in sand form battered harshly at her face. Bits of sand scratched into her eyes making her temporarily blind. She ignited burning flames all over her body but they persisted just like the ones in Rome. "Get the fucking hell OFF ME!" She thrashed about in the sky with her sword already out hacking at the one behind her. She could feel her body loosing altitude but she didn't know how close the ground was getting.
Evidently, faster than she thought. The whole front of her body smacked into packed earth leaving her stunned for several moments, unfortunately letting the incubi snatch away her sword and bind her hands and feet with a rope that refused to turn to ash with her holy fire.
It was a specially designed rope soaked in holy water and blessed by Egyptian priests for the use of capturing the undead, and they hoped it would work on a phoenix as well.
Annabel struggled in the restraints feeling distinctly like a strung up hog with all four limbs tied together.
"If I carry the soul of Sekhmet then you guys are seriously in for a whooping!" She growled out into the dirt.
The short one placed a hand on her head. Annabel continued to fight them from touching her. "Musim, her mind blocks me."
"Damn straight it does, ya sand prick!"
"Just do it the old fashioned way, Sadiki. Use that sword."
"What!" It was the last word she spoke before the flat of her own sword whacked the back of her skull.
0000000000000 Feb 19 2009 11:35 Rome
The Scottish woman yawned audibly beside her traveling companion. "Oi, it feels late. Did you have to park the Tardis so far from the interesting part of the city?"
"This whole area is interesting. Imagine all the blood, sweat, and tears that went into the history of this part of the world." The brown haired man swept his right arm around for emphasis. "Julius Caesar, Roman soldiers, gladiators, architectural feats, ancient roads, and those nomadic bards who always get the story of Caprianus wrong."
"Who's Caprianus?"
The Doctor flicked a pointer finger up. "Exactly my point. They never bother to correct it."
Amy chose to leave it be for now.
"Ah my beauty. There you are!" He sighted his permanent home away from home.
"Is it stable by now?" She asked.
"Should be. Never takes more than forty eight hours for the Tardis to clear itself of those troublesome Valtnaskan particles." His hand unconsciously stroked the side of the door.
"Maybe you can not go planet hopping near that supernova so the Tardis doesn't hiccup every five minutes to a new location."
"The mud spas there far out way a few days of staying earth side. I know you enjoyed it."
A corner of her mouth lifted up. "Yea, okay it was tingly good. I've never seen my skin so clear."
He unlocked the door and slipped inside. Amy followed "Besides She doesn't stray far, and almost always returns to my location which helps to stabilize the Tardis sooner if no one is in her."
"Hey Doc?" She asked him from the bottom of the steps. He was already fiddling with knobs and checking sensors.
"Yes Amy?"
"Who's jacket is this?" She pointed down at a black tailored business suit jacket hanging on the railing. The Doctor popped his head out from behind the semi transparent cylindrical column, saw the thing that she referred to, and jerked into motion toward the find. Amy picked it up and held it against her chest. "I'm pretty sure its not your size."
He fingered the fabric. "High quality silk." He noticed the slight rip of a seam.
"I think there's something in the pocket." Amy slid a hand into it pulling out a cell phone. She flipped it open to a photo of a man and woman as the screen's wallpaper. "Hey it's that redhead from yesterday and kind of a creepy dude with really red eyes."
The Doc grabbed the phone from Amy to have a look himself. "Hm, yes that is not from the camera angle." He pulled out his trusty sonic screw driver and gave it a go at the phone. "Belongs to an Annabel Phoenix, 25, from London, England."
"How did she get in here? Isn't like your blue box impossible to get in without a key?"
"The locking mechanism must have malfunctioned. Hmm…" He hopped over toward the door crouching down near it. "Sand in the doorway." He brought his face to the floor and licked at it.
Amy made a disgusting face "Seriously, do you have to do that?"
"Silicon oxide, fairly high concentration. I think desert, yes, and a bit displaced if I'm not mistaken." He shoot back up and walked back to Amy.
"Do you think this woman hitched a ride while your box was going nutty, then hopped off to another place?"
"Quite possible, but just as possible that she vacated when the Tardis returned here to Rome." He examined the coat in greater detail.
"Well can't you find out which? It would kinda suck for the girl if she got stuck a hundred years in the past or future."
"Nonsense. It would be six, seven months tops either way, and because of the instability the readings-"
She cut him off. "I get it, the readings might be faulty."
"Ah ha! DNA." The doctor hopped up to the control center. Amy followed. "Looks like she got in a bit of a scuffle which is good for us if she's here, or her if she's there. Unless it's a bad injury which… wouldn't be good in either place." He took a sleeve of the jacket and rubbed it on some sort of sensor at the one of the six sections of the control board. "By having her exact DNA the Tardis can figure out if this redhead is here in Rome right now, or not." He looked down at a small screen near the sensor. "It won't show exact location only tell of her physical existence within a 50 kilometer range and if it's the same dated age of the DNA sample. Come now, don't say that." He tapped the little screen with a finger then reset the sequence to try again.
"What is it Doctor?"
"Inconclusive. Something must be interfering. A person is either here or not." He rubbed at his chin. "Of all the people that could have come inside here, why her?" He said, thinking aloud. He went around to the hanging TV monitor and turned some dials.
"Watcha on about now, Doc?" Any asked, taking a seat in the chair.
He didn't seem to hear or just ignored the question. Both eyebrows rose in unison. He muttered "Interesting…"
00000000000000000 April 1 2009
The redhead poured in the store bought mix into the bowl at the island counter.
"That's not how you make chocolate muffins Auntie." The tiny draculina said from opposite the counter.
"I need to start somewhere, kiddo." She said jabbing the wooden spoon into the island of powder over water. 'What do you know blood stealing brat? Its not like you can cook.' She began mixing in earnest.
The captain entered the kitchen with a single crutch forcing her to suppress a groan. 'Must that human be around me all the time? He's getting as irritating as that vile nosferatu of late.' She greeted him anyway.
"Evening captain. How's it feel to have the cast off?" She asked in convincing warmness.
"Fabulous. No more itching I can't get to. My leg is a bit stiff though." He pulled a stool next to the girl.
"Hi, Captain Pip!" Deatrice greeted happily.
He smiled tussling her brown hair in acknowledgement.
'If he could feel the disgusting vibrations of their auras the male wouldn't be so touchy-feely with them. I should behead that blond just so he is spared the true foulness of touching a creature such as the top heavy whore.' She mused darkly, although her next words spoke the opposite. "How is Seras? I hear that most of the soldiers around here are restless from little activity."
"Fine. Fairing better zhan Alucard." Pip said.
'Don't you dare say that creature's name!' She really wanted to bark. Instead, she scoffed indifferently.
"Trying to make something from a box I see." Pip intentionally irked her.
"At least I'm trying!" She snapped, slapping the spoon with a plop in the mix.
Pip asked her. "Why not try from a cookbook from scratch?"
"Why don't I jab this spoon into your one remaining eye?" She threatened playfully though mentally meant every word.
Pip held his hands up in surrender. "Easy now, et was just a suggestion, Annabel."
His eye watched her as she went back to mixing. The smallest twitch worked itself into her jaw proceeded by Alucard's entrance into the kitchen. She turned her back to the median to fill a baking pan. Instead of directly instigating a pester section with the redhead, he addressed the captain.
"Captain, you are spending far too much time with the Spaz. One would think you had a vested interest in her." He said plainly.
Pip's eye widened. "What, no! Et's not like zat. I know she's strictly yours. I go for Seras not her!" Flapping his mouth quickly in the hopes of not becoming Pip con carne, and failing to remember the elder vampire could just read his mind for the truth.
The redhead really wished she held a sword instead of a spoon. It would give her great pleasure to lunge it into the vampire's heart. She twisted to face them armed with a spoon. "Nobody owns me! I'm my own person!" Furrowed face gazed intently on Alucard. "And for the hundredth time stop calling me Spaz!"
Pip motioned at Deatrice. "I zhink zee adults need some time alone." The tiny girl didn't argue as Annabel's ire gave her an uneasy feeling and exited swiftly.
The redhead jerked her head at Pip's comment giving him an icy stare that shivered down the Captain's spine. That look brought a flicker of fear into his greenish-brown eye and Pip's gut twisted at the sensation that she knew it too.
The exchange was brief as the one she truly hated took precedence.
"It fits you. I'll not change it, Spaz." He goaded her purposely.
The left hand at her side lifted slightly into a curl, bursting into flames as if getting ready to toss a soft ball.
"Say it one more time. I dare you." She internally reveled at the vision of roasting the vampire's male parts into un-reclaimable bits.
Pip wisely backed away at this. Alucard did not fear her nor ever will. He leaned in closer even, and smirked grandly. He said softly. "Are you going to hurt me… Spaz?"
The spoon hit him so hard in the face it broke in two. At the same time a superheated ball of flame flew the short distance to his groin. A painful hiss escaped through his fangs as Alucard actually doubled over to collapsed to his knees from the unexpected intensity. She shook with barely controlled rage for several moments while the elder vampire painfully examined her rather successful method of neutering a nosferatu. She turned and left him in that pitiful position without an iota of compassion.
Alucard growled fiercely at the nearing Captain to leave him alone and he did, though his sympathy lingered in the air aggravating him slightly. Alucard phased into his chambers to bare his discomfort in peace.
He had quite underestimated Annabel's purifying abilities on him. An injury like this normally took seconds to heal, but her low blow took several hours to heal, and that was with his full concentration into regenerating his genitalia. God he hated being emasculated, and in front of the damned Frenchman, no less! Why didn't he just avoid the blow? It certainly wasn't because he didn't expect it. He was such an idiot sometimes. To his great displeasure, after he healed, he found the "wound" had left a thin scar all the way around the "burned" area, the inside of his thighs and just below his bellybutton. The scar refused to go away just like the name she burned on his back didn't go away.
Back upstairs, outside near the training grounds, the redhead allowed a sly smirk on her lips. 'By the gods, that felt good. I hoped I did permanent damage to that sad excuse for an immortal! He won't be instigating mocking acts of fornication any time soon.' Settling herself atop a viewing platform meant for overseeing the training of men, her smile faded. 'I'll have to orchestrate a small apology later lest he think something is off about his Annabel. They tell me to like him, be like her, even desecrate myself to his whim, but he makes me ill, even at the few times he managed to stir my loins. All three make me ill. I want to wipe them from the earth like Sekhmet wills. How long must I play this farce until I can truly take out the No Life King?' She tapped her fingers on the railing thoughtfully. 'There was no order to say I couldn't rid of the females at any time. Only I need a way to dispose of them without drawing suspicion to me. Thank the gods no one can tap my mind. I'd be ousted the second I got here if they really knew.'
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B/N: Ow, ow, OW! Poor Alucard that had to smart, and we finally get the full view of the crossover. Hooray for the Doctor, that madman with a box.