More and more fun with Disgrace!
I'm trying to keep the pace of this fic moving a little bit more quickly. I don't want to kill the integrity of the fic by moving too fast, but well, I do agree that there are some things that can be left out and it will still make sense.
Chapter 30 reintroduces the Vampiress Argetni, a character whom I'm adoring right now.
I still want to know if any readers have any opinions about Harker's love life. If no one does, it'll just get written as I feel at the time, which will be written as soon as I decide which girl I want him with. ^_^
As always, review to let me know you're reading.
Mew
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July 8
Seras has been injured, and she asked me to keep this bloody journal for her of the major occurrences of our trek through the Continent because Harker asked her to document how the other organizations work. Because of his sheer ignorance, he must not realize that I already know the operations of Dhampir International (a group of half vampires created by the mating of a vampiric or incubic male to a mortal female that can sense and track vampires, then utilize technology to destroy the beasts, that holds its headquarters in Istanbul), The Order of Kali (mystics and religious fanatics from India that practically worship death, and hunt vampires in order to bring them closer to the goddess Kali by granting them true death), and NAPHC (a group of American fools that read pulp fiction and believe that vampires can be stopped through the Christian symbols of the cross, et al. if combined with voodoo and other eccentric means).
There Harker, your pet succubus has explained the lot of these bastards for you quicker than your beloved Lieutenant Victoria could ever have in her worthless journal.
I'm surprised that dear Seras can even jot down coherent sentences, for she has always annoyed me with her babbling and sheer stupidity. Then again, you would love someone just as ignorant as yourself.
Enough with that, Harker. I have complained enough about things that do not matter to one such as myself. To hell with it all. I am all that matters now.
Continuing with the report that I am supposed to be writing, Lieutenant Seras Victoria was injured when a vampire attacked the lot of us as we traveled through a village near the former Transylvanian border. This vampire, which I presume to be approximately one hundred years old, had been tracking both Seras and I as we went about our daily hunt for fresh blood, since I have convinced her that she should partake in the sanguine feast to help my child, should I become injured or too weak to feed, that way I can partake her immortal blood to revive myself. I had found myself an older man to feed from that night, and though I was able to elicit some range of kindness from this murderer when he realized I am with child, I was lost in the swoon of the kill when I heard Seras scream for help.
Her victim lay dead when I arrived at her side, the woman's neck broken before any drop of blood had been drawn from her body. An auburn haired male vampire held Seras to his chest, and glared at me, growling a warning in an older dialect of Romanian.
I reached out to touch his mind, and though he could not understand my English, French, or German, he did understand that I was an equal in strength, and he gave me an oath, or what I assume to be an oath, that he will not harm me nor my child and mortal relatives.
Seras, on the other hand, continued struggling as the auburn haired vampire and I held our psychic conversation. She screamed about Alucard being her creator and that she was highly respected in the vampiric community in England, and quite a bit of other rot that he could not begin to understand, as he did not know the meaning of but a few English words.
So this auburn haired vampire ripped her arms off before fleeing in to the forest again, leaving Seras wounded, but heading off to the castle where Alucard has been hiding for the past few weeks.
It is fact that vampires cannot be killed by just removing ones arms, and I allowed Seras to drink from me after I reattached her arms, so she is healing now, but she still cannot lift her Harconen Cannon, nor does she want to.
We are taking too long of a time to travel via land to the castle where Alucard is spending his holiday. Apparently, the Order of Kali has this strange fear of flying on aircraft or riding on a train after the sun has set, so we have kept the journey going in cars and on foot. It annoys me to see the superstitions of these people controlling their lives, which in turn controls our lives as well.
I am not looking forward to meeting Father Anderson again, for I am certain that he knows exactly who and what I am. I have convinced the group that I know exactly where the 'vampire king' they are searching for is moving, as I can sense his presence, or so they think. Father Barnabas has granted me permission to lead the group through the final leg of our journey, and I will gladly assume the position of command once again.
As for my child, she is still growing well inside me, and my abdomen has enlarged yet again, but thankfully, I am not as sick as I was when I first became pregnant. Perhaps the fresh air and activity is making me well. It may also be the feasts of blood that I am partaking in, for I was depriving myself of my nutrition for so long.
Perhaps I will write again when we narrow in on Anderson. I highly doubt this though, for the trivial matters of the Vatican are not my concern.
Argetni