Yo, all. Sorry for the lackity update-ness and such...I waited and waited for inspiration to hit me! Oh, wow...Funy when you read "Dracula: Prince of many faces"...And once again, I am sorry for OOCness and so forth -.-.
Yeaaaah. Tell ya all later....
Proceeding...
No, it wasn't happening. Though it was real...Another dim lit memory began...It was real. A cold, dark night where the screams and angry protests of their captured master...
"Lord Vlad!" They screamed as he was finally pinned to the battle field by fifteen men eariler the evening.
He, however...not yet been on the throne longer than his father...But it was the order of King Maithias of Hungray who ordered him captured...But the meer thought of it filled him with rage...even to this day. The dimly lit Castle Hunedora came into view. The Hungarains bounded his hands together with a simple rope. But normally, only five men would assist a captureto prison.
This time, there were twenty with silver and garlic bound to their axes and spears. For they knew he was noordinary man. A man who ravaged the battle fields, impaling, looking for blood.
The Turks would often find forest of foul, rotting corpses that were impaled...even some were alive and pleading Christ for life.
They led him down the narrow path above the river bellow, splashing threw the remenants of the rain. The prince lowered is head into an angry submission of womanly defeat as his black unkempt hair covered his sharp nose and red eyes. There, Maithias with his curly dirty blonde hair smiled at the captured prince.
"Well, dear Vlad. Welcome to my home." He said smiling as the group of men stopped. He did gaze as he lifted and stared into his human green eyes.
"Isn't it Mathias...the traitor." He smiled as his fangs gleemed as he smiled. Mathias smiled lightly, and then add lightly. "I hope you enjoy your stay, dear Prince. Please do show him the new room for him. And don't forget the sliver and garlic if he leaves."
He didn't struggle as he was carted off by them. Threw the halls of of the Knights room, his eyes wandered to the degusting Hungarians who eyed the famous vampire Prince was lead to an upstairs cell. The prince was shoved and then cuffed as they were cautiously watching him.
"Make sure he doesn't bite you." One of them added.
"The outside guards better be prepared." one holding the door.
He chuckled lightly as they left him there...
There he sat in the cold dark listening to distant conversations. The prince's red eyes wandered towards a rat hole where numerous rats were coming out to gather the hay...He grabbed one eagerly with both hands and looked at it, smiling malicily...
"Ho, there all the same." He smiled at the rat sqreming to get away from him. "They are nothing more than bothersome little rats like you."
The prince chuckled deeply.
He took a small spear and thrusted the rat on to the spike as it let out a small squeek. Blood ran towards his boots and the edge of his torn cloak...After the sun went down, the prince slept quietly untill he was awoken to a small sound...
The clanging of the door woke him and he bent slowly foward looking...
But no, it wasn't a soilder nor Mathias, it was a young woman who looked at him with bright blue eyes. Her face was young and lively and
bright and the black hair seemed to complement her pale skin.
"I'm sorry." She said faintly smiling to him.."I just wanted to see you."
The prince stared at her. She was the most beatiful little thing he'd layed eyes apoun and the lively youth he'd fallen for in his first wife. The prince smiled at her and his red eyes became warm.
"No, no. Don't worry. I wake up around this time..."
"Oh, that's right..." She put her slender hand against her cheek "Your a vampire."
He turned his head and scoffed..."I am what I am for protecting my people."
"You mean the impalement and such?"
"Yes."
"Your not ashamed?" She said in awe of his over confidence/
"I resented God when my first wife killed herself." He explained "She threw herself into the rive below the castle after hearing that I had
died in the battle near us. Now my first child hates me and my other child is lost." The prince turned to the impaled rat next to him.
"But you protected children and women from invading Turks." She said trying to reafirm his conidence. "Into that swamp. You saved them. Mamas
their babies."
He looked at her. It was amazing how someone he'd met had just supported him...
The prince smiled lightly. "I am Vlad Dracula the 3rd."
The girl smiled at him. "My exellencey, I am Ilona Syzkely."
Five o' clock at night, dusk finally settled in London. The usual dispatches echoed throughout the hallway in the Hellsing radio room. Seras waited paiteintly on top of a roof and thought long and hard when the next target was to appear...
"Oh, jez, this was worth skipping the shower." She whinned poking at the snipper riffle. Seras leaned forward grasping her raido. "Is it even out there?!" She asked impateintly into the raido, the words pierced McDougall, the new Hellsing commander's ears. "Victoria, we haven't heard much from below, so now your going to have to put a sock in it." He said quietly in a rich Irish accent.
Somehow, it baffled Seras how someone from Ireland came to be a commander. He wasn't catholic though...just Irish. Seras sighed deeply when she heard something from below the building...
She pulld herself to the ledge and looked below..."Hmm?" she inquired below looking threw the street.
"THE MASTER OF LIFE IS AT HAND!" Screamed and obivous Freak from below blood spurting from his mouth. "Hail to the order! HAIL TO THE DRAGON!"
Seras took a long blink and quietly killed her snicker...
She buzzed McDougall from below the building. "I heard it."
"Heard what, Victoria?" he said making sure he was not going insane from the green beer two days ago.
"The target! He's below and he's definetly dillusional." Seras spoke threw the raido looking threw binocolors.
"...Hmm." McDougall watched with another soilder they watched the deranaged freak through the ally. "Any sign of Alucard yet."
Seras bit her lip in anger. "Noope." She thought to herself "Hell, he would
be here in a heart beat..."
"Damn." McDougall muttered. He pressed the button and spoke to Seras again
"Don't shoot yet. We need to know what he's saying."
"Roger." Muttered Seras...
She watched him mutter as he dropped to his knees. "HAIL TO THE ORDER OF THE DRAGON!" He screamed holding out his hands.
"What..the hell?" McDougall muttered. He remebered an old order what Knights followed back in Hungary to fight against Turks.
"Commander McDougall!" The raido dispatched from a local troop. "Alucard is currently in position!" The raido gargled threw. "Right. Victoria, Alucard has taken position." McDougall said.
"The hell he is." Seras muttered angerly...
Alucard, on the other hand was quietly following the Freak towards the Post office where he stopped.
The deranged mand stopped and stared out to space at the fog unknowningest to what the fog really was....
Seras watched in slight anger at the fog gathering near the freak that seemed to preouccpied by the lights. "No!" She muttered. "I can do it!" Seras pounded her gloved fist into the ledge.
Alucard finally took form and broadly smiled at the freak below him.
"Ho? Your proclaiming the order with such regard." He spat as he drew his gun from his jacket.
The freak smiled at him with his brown eyes as if he were drunk in a daze. "But weren't you part of the order, prince?" He smiled childishly to Alucard.
"That part will remain dead, my friend." Alucard grinned his teeth together..."As for you...You have no use.." He smiled.
Before he could fire, the freak gasped as he was fired. He was fired at! But who from. Alucard turned in anger. It was Seras with a solem smile on her face. "Please rest now." She said holding the hand gun. The freak colapsed on the ground as the troops slowly moved him.
Alucard glared at her as she looked at the fallen Freak, knowning what would happen next. "Police girl?" he fumed at her.
"I'm sorry, Master. I can handle things too." She smiled faintly at him and walked away....
WOOOOO, this is the 2nd chapter, no freaking out. Oh, the title is inspired by a song by "E Nomine" called "Zorn". Zorn=Wrath.
The scene was Dracula's capture by King Mathias and this his how he met his
first wife...Its gonna be important later... Anywho, I know it was a werid scene
towards the end =P sue me. Seras is rebeling against Master...0__o the sheer
joys...