Okay, here's the next part.
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The sound of a carriage drawing itself near caused Dekotes' head to raise, his attention of, well, simply staring at the floor in pure boredom gone as he looked out at the dark road.
Coming up the dark path was a rather large carriage being pulled by four horses. On the back was the carriage, and, to Dekotes' surprise, another, small carriage attached to that. Finally, it pulled up next to him, stopping. The man, or, rather, vampire, who was operating the carriage, hopped down from where he had been sitting and walked over, opening the door.
Gilles de Rais and Malus stepped out from the cart, both wearing rather bored expressions as Malus walked over to the second carriage behind the first, pausing as he heard the low growling noises coming from it.
Dekotes walked over, raising an eyebrow as he stared at the carriage. "I'm guessing that the girl is inside that," he said, directing it to Malus, who nodded with a smile. "And why is she growling?"
"Weren't you aware of the fact that she was a werewolf, Dekotes?" Gilles asked as he walked over, pulling out a silver dagger from his coat, just in case, if whatever was inside decided to break out and attack them. When Dekotes shook his head, Gilles bitterly chuckled. "You would have thought that Dracula would have told him seeing as how he sired him…appears he's not as eager to have you around as we had already assumed." Malus chuckled at that.
The chuckle died when a curved blade was suddenly resting at the vampire's throat. Malus glanced over at Dekotes, and the saber he now wielded in his hand. In a flash Malus knocked the blade aside, and, pulling out a short sword, he lunged. Dekotes stepped backwards, blocking the slashes with an almost bored expression. Malus tried to stab the other vampire, when suddenly a hand grabbed his shoulder and yanked him away from Dekotes. Malus spun and found himself staring at a very irritated Gilles.
"Don't start something you can't finish, Malus," Gilles warned his younger brother, who opened his mouth to speak, but Gilles cut him off. "And I know you can't finish it, so don't even say you can."
Malus looked ready to protest, but a flash of crimson from Gilles' eyes as they changed color told him that it was not a wise idea. Instead, he simply growled at Dekotes, who smiled mockingly at him while he sheathed his sword, before moving away from the two, turning his attention back to the second carriage, where the growling was growing louder.
"Perhaps we should-" Malus began, but was cut off when the carriage suddenly exploded as a large shape leapt out. Hitting the ground, it swiftly turned and snarled at the three.
It was a werewolf, this one more shaped like an actual wolf. On all fours, the wolf had tan fur and dark yellow eyes, as it paced back and forth, its head swiveling back and forth between the three vampires.
Then it pounced, hurtling itself towards Dekotes. The vampire was not intimidated however, and at the last second he sidestepped and lashed out, his sword piercing the lycanthrope's flesh. It let out a howl of pain before Dekotes spun and smashed his boot into its jaw, knocking it to the ground.
Gilles walked over, clearly not amused by this outburst from their captured victim. "Ada, you know damn well that you can't escape, so don't bother trying to. Change back now, or…" he pointed to Dekotes, who had his sword poised, ready to lash out. "I'll let him finish it."
Ada softly growled before starting to twitch as the transformation happened in reverse. In a matter of seconds the wolf was gone and replaced by a beautiful young blonde haired woman, whose blue eyes glared at the three vampires as she raised her arms, trying to cover her now fully nude body. Gilles glanced at Malus, who nodded, shrugging off his coat and passing it to her. She took it, continuing to glare at them, but she gave a small, almost thankful, nod to Malus as she slipped it around her body.
Dekotes walked back towards the large mansion they were now at, before pausing and glancing back at the small group. "Oh, and you're lucky Dracula wasn't here, seeing as how you're late. He was busying himself at the moment with that one concubine of his."
As Gilles, Malus, and Ada, who was being pushed along by the fourth vampire, moved forward, Gilles cocked an eyebrow. "You mean Mina?" Dekotes nodded and Gilles let out a chuckle. "And here I believed he would never get bored of his three brides," he stated with a small chuckle.
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The man sat up with a yell, his face now wearing a deeply disturbed expression. Sweat covered his brow, and he wiped some of it off, before brushing away some of his long blonde hair that clung to around his eyes. Slowly moving off the bed he stood, staring out at the night sky as thunder boomed in the distance. He was a tall man, lean, yet muscular, with long blonde hair that went a bit past his shoulders, and dark, sad eyes.
He walked over to the wall, where there were several weapons hanging off it. Reaching up he took down a rather unique looking sword with a thin blade, a rapier. Twirling the blade around in his hands, his eyes closed in concentration.
"…Dracula, you refuse to rest, even after being defeated so many times…but it ends here. This time, I will make sure you die forever."
Then, with a yell, the blonde haired man threw the sword through the air, where the blade collided into the wall.
Alucard opened his eyes, as he stared at the blade, before walking over and yanking it out from the wall.
"It's time."
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Mina stared out at the night sky from atop the Nautilus, the images from what she had thought had been a dream still plaguing her mind. She shuddered softly.
Dracula was alive, and he was after her once again.
She became aware of someone behind her and spun around to see Sawyer. He walked over to stand next to her, looking at the night sky. "I thought you might want some company," he said quickly, as he glanced at her.
Mina nodded, and smiled softly. "Thank you. I could use some," she answered, before turning and continuing to look out at the ocean.
Sawyer looked at her again, and that was when he first noticed how, disturbed she looked. She seemed to be, almost shaking slightly, and her eyes held a bit of worry in them. He leaned close, concern on his face and in his voice as he asked, "Are you okay?"
"What?" Mina asked as she looked at him, a bit surprised by the question. Then after a moment she nodded. "Yes, I'm fine. I just, had a bad dream earlier this evening." Sawyer opened his mouth to speak again, when the door opened and one of Nemo's crew stepped out.
"We're going under soon, and the captain's called everyone to the dining hall." With that, he walked back inside. Mina quickly followed. Sawyer paused before following. He knew she wasn't telling something. Granted, it wasn't his business, but still, if it was something that was making her act this way…
He trailed off in his thoughts and shook his head. She would tell them when she wanted to, and he would simply leave it at that, as he reentered the Nautilus.
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"It took you long enough."
Gilles glared at the man in the dark suit who said that as they entered, with Ada, now unconscious, seeing as he she was about to transform when they fired entered the mansion and had to be dealt with, being carried by Malus. Gilles' glare then turned into a simple stare as he moved towards him. He wasn't even sure as to why Death now decided to take on a human form, as opposed to his normal shape.
"We ran into a slightly dilemma," Gilles said simply, to which Death snorted.
"Of course it was a dilemma," Death said bitterly. "Seeing as how the werewolf crushed you so easily the last time you two met up." Gilles growled and moved forward, his claws sprouting. Death raised an arm, and dark energy swirled around it before shooting up and exploding outward. He twirled around the scythe he now held in his hands, before pointing it at Gilles. "If you want to try and kill me, be my guest, but it will not result in my demise, and you should know that damn well."
Gilles simply growled before storming out of the room, cursing under his breath. Death glanced over at Malus. "Put her in a separate cell then the other prisoners," he ordered. The young vampire looked ready to lash out verbally at the reaper, but Death simply moved his scythe around in the air, as energy crackled around it, and Malus backed off. He knew how powerful Death was, and that it wasn't a good idea to try and go up against him. So instead, he, like Gilles, simply growled before walking out of the room.
"You can tell by the way they whine that he and De Rais are related," Dekotes suddenly said, and Death let out a chuckle at that. Dekotes was one of the only vampires that Death could actually tolerate. Unlike the other servants of Dracula, who mainly complained, Dekotes was a rather calm individual, with an attitude that simply said "I don't give a damn", which Death liked about him.
"I'll tell Dracula that we got the wolf's mate," Death said before moving down the hallway, disappearing into the darkness.
Dekotes looked around, before he felt a soft hand on his face, and he grinned, setting the sword down.
"Did you miss me, Verona?" he asked, before turning and passionately kissing one of the vampires that made up Dracula's trio of brides. She moaned softly, as she broke away and gently nipped his neck with her elongated fangs.
Down the hallway, Death stopped, and turned back as he heard the growling. He shook his head. "Vampires," he muttered to himself before turning and continuing down the hall.
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"We'll be leaving tomorrow for Romania. I have a friend there who can help us deal with this."
Cornell nodded but he wasn't really listening. He was thinking about Ada. He could picture her, probably chained up and cut by the vampires, could see her crying…
A low growl built in his throat at the image, and his eyes briefly flashed to their lupine color. Letifer noticed this, and placed a hand on his shoulder. "We're going to get her back. Don't worry, we'll save her."
Cornell nodded, as he raised a hand, clenching it into a fist, ignoring the blood that emerged from between his fingers as his claws emerged from his fingertips. "I know we will, and when I see Dracula, I'm going to rip the bastard's heart out with my bare hands."
Letifer smirked. "Very well…but De Rais is mine to kill, understand?"
Cornell looked over at Letifer, nodding softly. He knew why Letifer hated De Rais the way he did.
He glanced back into the room, where Serena was asleep on the bed, a small smile on her face showing that she was dreaming.
Cornell looked over at Letifer and nodded. "You can go to her. I don't mind." Letifer smiled before walking back into the room, climbing into the bed with Serena as he wrapped his arms around her. Cornell smiled at the pair, almost reminding him of himself and Ada.
He squeezed his eyes shut as he heard a lonely howl out in the night. His eyes opened again, and once again the dark brown was replaced by a yellowish green.
"I'm coming Ada," he whispered to himself, as another howl cut through the knife. "I'm coming."
