Disclaimer: Same as Chapter 1
Reunions
The biker drove down several streets till he reached a abandoned warehouse. He drove through an opening and parked his bike in front of a work table covered with guns bullets and bladed weapons. "Whistler?! WHISTLER?!" A old man walked towards the biker as he got off his bike. "What? You're loud enough to wake the dead." "He showed up just like Adrian said so." "Well then tell him. He's in the back with Little Miss Slice & Dice." Whistler led the biker toward the back of the warehouse.
When they got there they saw two people fighting each other. One a tall pale man dressed in a white victorian-era silk shirt and black pants with his long pale-blond hair tied in a braid swinging a long sword at his opponent. That opponent was a young woman with red hair shorter than her opponent's. Her attire consisted of a skin tight black outfit. She was fighting her opponent with two wrist blades. Suddenly the man noticed Whistler and the biker and was instantainously in front of them leaving the woman baffled and then angry that her sparring partner ran off. "Did he show up?"
The biker nodded and took off his helmet revealing himself as Blade the Daywalker. "Yeah, I think he could tell you were there earlier from your scent." "Good and thanks for lending me your coat" "About that." Balde as he held up part of it to the man. "Where did this tear come from?" "That fucked up vampire tried clawing at me but got the coat instead." Blade growled and walked away. "Where you going?" "Get something to eat quick." The blond man nodded, picked up a long black coat hanging over a chair. "Why didn't you go in your own coat tonight?" "Well in case it got messy, I didn't want my best coat to get ruined before I see him again Whistler. Tell Blade I'm going to the Hellsing castle right now. It's about time they were made aware of the incoming shitstorm that's gonna happen soon." The pale man disappeared into the shadows chuckling like a certain pet vampire.
Reunions
The biker drove down several streets till he reached a abandoned warehouse. He drove through an opening and parked his bike in front of a work table covered with guns bullets and bladed weapons. "Whistler?! WHISTLER?!" A old man walked towards the biker as he got off his bike. "What? You're loud enough to wake the dead." "He showed up just like Adrian said so." "Well then tell him. He's in the back with Little Miss Slice & Dice." Whistler led the biker toward the back of the warehouse.
When they got there they saw two people fighting each other. One a tall pale man dressed in a white victorian-era silk shirt and black pants with his long pale-blond hair tied in a braid swinging a long sword at his opponent. That opponent was a young woman with red hair shorter than her opponent's. Her attire consisted of a skin tight black outfit. She was fighting her opponent with two wrist blades. Suddenly the man noticed Whistler and the biker and was instantainously in front of them leaving the woman baffled and then angry that her sparring partner ran off. "Did he show up?"
The biker nodded and took off his helmet revealing himself as Blade the Daywalker. "Yeah, I think he could tell you were there earlier from your scent." "Good and thanks for lending me your coat" "About that." Balde as he held up part of it to the man. "Where did this tear come from?" "That fucked up vampire tried clawing at me but got the coat instead." Blade growled and walked away. "Where you going?" "Get something to eat quick." The blond man nodded, picked up a long black coat hanging over a chair. "Why didn't you go in your own coat tonight?" "Well in case it got messy, I didn't want my best coat to get ruined before I see him again Whistler. Tell Blade I'm going to the Hellsing castle right now. It's about time they were made aware of the incoming shitstorm that's gonna happen soon." The pale man disappeared into the shadows chuckling like a certain pet vampire.