Erm, hiya everybody. I would've put the usual disclaimers n' stuff up on my
last chapter, but I'm very, very new to this. You see, in getting every
chapter up on fanfic, I have a major obstacle to overcome... I am the world's
biggest technophobe! *hangs head in shame*. Yes people, it's awful, but
until yesterday I had no clue what a floppy disc was! So I would like to
say a big thank you to Anime the Fallen Angel for her continuing and
patient work in combating this disease! All the usual disclaimers apply, to
this chapter and the last, although Pug is a hybrid of my very own muses.
Hands off!
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The gargoyle yawned and clicked his knuckles as the sun began to set. He stoked the lifeless arm that he had determinedly carried with him to his new vantage point on top of the high school. He had spent the day there, cradling the stone close to his chest. It made an odd sight. For a start the gargoyle had alighted on possibly the most modern building in the town, not to complete the peculiar scene, the arm he clutched was only fractionally smaller than him. He stood up on his short muscular legs, and began scooting over the roof of every building in town. He might as well explore his surroundings.
Alucard paced up and down in his cell. He was edgy. He wanted some action. His dead fingers closed around his gun, and he inspected it thoroughly. With his mistress away and Walter so careful he was completely bored. No missions to occupy his nights. Pointless even waking up. Only thing to do was to go watch the recruits. Yeah, that'll be fun. Watching human miscreants practicing missing their target? No thank you.
"Alucard." Walter's clipped English accent rang through the underground walls.
"Oh yeah, playtime." thought Alucard. He materialized silently in front of Walter. "Your orders?" His deep voice dripping with anticipation.
Walter regarded the vampire scathingly. This was too enthusiastic for Alucard. "There have been reports of freak activity in the North Western area. A small town called Bankshail has been recording increasing numbers of missing people every night this week. I want you to go up there and check it out."
"As you wish." Alucard's face tightened in what could be classified as a grin.
Walter sighed. He preferred it when Arucard was more stone faced, and silent. In this state he had a tendency to be unpredictable. "I want you to take Miss Victoria as well." Walter ignored Alucard's growl of annoyance. "You can't be too careful." Alucard disappeared angrily.
"It's a beautiful night, don't you think?" Seras had been trying to keep her spirits light for the last half hour, but with her master's despondent mood it was unrewarding work. Seeing her response would be absolutely nothing she lapsed into resigned silence and concentrated on tracking. She caught a faint whiff of death. Looking up at her master she saw he had smelt it too. A dangerous gleam came into his eye. "Let's go." He said.
The gargoyle had been jumping over the low buildings when he saw some commotion down an alley. A pretty blonde was being eaten by two other people. Eugh! Is this what had happened while he was sleeping? People became cannibals? Hang on, these weren't people. They smelled different. They smelled stuck. Drifting between two conflicting existences. Not alive, not dead. So what were they? He watched as two heavily armed individuals came running down the alley. One was exceptionally quick, with a long red coat flailing behind him. He smirked down the alley and began firing. Vampires! He squeaked softly in surprise as he recognized their scent, their movements. Oh yeah, he knew them. You don't live over an Abbey and never meet up with a few vamps, you know. What are they doing? They were fighting the cannibals! The other, a shorter female loaded a long canon and took aim. More people rose from the rubbish heaps. Corpses, the gargoyle recognized, but standing up? The bitten, bleeding woman screamed in fear. Suddenly he was overcome with a strong urge to protect her. Mustering his round belly, he gripped his precious stone arm and jumped.
Arucard was enjoying himself. Two freaks, and a whole lot more ghouls. Exercise. He was taking aim on an undead when a dense stone object launched itself off the roof directly above him. Its face was contorted and it let out the world's most pathetically unterrifying growl. He almost laughed at it himself. In being distracted by this plummeting thing, he had not noticed a ghoul sneaking up behind him. He was tackled full force, and began falling into the path of the oncoming thing. "Oof!" He cried. The thing had landed full on into his stomach, driving him into a trashcan, headfirst. His world turned upside down and dark. He wriggled his legs uselessly, and tried to thrash with arms pinned to his side by cold metal. Seras watched as the creature picked itself up from its most inelegant of roles, and proceeded to club every living (or not) thing in its vicinity with what appeared to be an arm. It barely made it to waist height, but its methods were effective. She stared as all of its victims were slowly pulverized to grave dust. When the only things left moving in the alley were wind transported grave dust and a shivering woman in the corner, the thing stopped its wild battering actions, and panted to regain its breath. He walked over to the cowering woman and was about to speak, but she screamed loudly again, and ran full pelt out of the alley. The creature stopped and looked deeply unhappy. That reaction had hurt, Seras could tell. "Hey." She smiled down at the thing. "You were amazing. What's your name?" The being immediately brightened and drew himself to his full height sucking in his paunch as best he could. "Pug." He replied. "Pug?" Seras smiled at him questioningly. "For 'pug ugly'." He announced proudly. Seras took a long hard look at Pug. She could see why he had been given that name. While he was a full three feet in height, she'd have been surprised if his legs made up a third of that. His belly protruded over his loincloth, some curly pieces of hair collected around his naval. His arms were longer than his body, and would have reached the ground had they not been bent at such an odd angle. The face that stared up at her was as wrinkly as a bulldog's, and the mouth that grinned was wide and had only five pointed teeth in the whole gaping expanse. His eyes, however, were dark and expressive. His fingers, grotesquely formed, were gentle enough when they took the hand Seras offered for Pug to shake. "And I'm Seras." She said in a friendly manner. Pugs grin got even wider, if that was possible, and Seras wondered who had given him such a cruel name. A muffled yelling interrupted her musings. Someone sounded really angry. "Master!" She cried horrified. How could she have forgotten her master? "I'm on it!" Pug reassured her. He sauntered over to where a tightly clad arse was writhing from inside a metal bin, and climbed up onto a low wall so that his feet were just above the rim. With one abnormally long arm, he reached out and caught hold of Alucard's legs. Then he yanked hard and ejected the mortified vampire from the bin, getting one good dose of verbal abuse in the process, before dropping him unceremoniously on the floor. Seras tried hard to conceal a giggle and went to remove a gooey banana peel from her master's black hair. His coat was stained with garbage water, and after he rooted through the detritus at the bottom of the barrel for his hat, he turned to his rescuer. "Who the hell are you?"
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Well there you are, my second chapter completed. I was contemplating having Alucard's pants split and him flashing his underwear to the world, but I figured it would be too degrading. Does Alucard even wear underpants? This may be something I've spent too much time thinking about. Ahh well, maybe I need to write more fanfics to combat the random wonderings of my mind.
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The gargoyle yawned and clicked his knuckles as the sun began to set. He stoked the lifeless arm that he had determinedly carried with him to his new vantage point on top of the high school. He had spent the day there, cradling the stone close to his chest. It made an odd sight. For a start the gargoyle had alighted on possibly the most modern building in the town, not to complete the peculiar scene, the arm he clutched was only fractionally smaller than him. He stood up on his short muscular legs, and began scooting over the roof of every building in town. He might as well explore his surroundings.
Alucard paced up and down in his cell. He was edgy. He wanted some action. His dead fingers closed around his gun, and he inspected it thoroughly. With his mistress away and Walter so careful he was completely bored. No missions to occupy his nights. Pointless even waking up. Only thing to do was to go watch the recruits. Yeah, that'll be fun. Watching human miscreants practicing missing their target? No thank you.
"Alucard." Walter's clipped English accent rang through the underground walls.
"Oh yeah, playtime." thought Alucard. He materialized silently in front of Walter. "Your orders?" His deep voice dripping with anticipation.
Walter regarded the vampire scathingly. This was too enthusiastic for Alucard. "There have been reports of freak activity in the North Western area. A small town called Bankshail has been recording increasing numbers of missing people every night this week. I want you to go up there and check it out."
"As you wish." Alucard's face tightened in what could be classified as a grin.
Walter sighed. He preferred it when Arucard was more stone faced, and silent. In this state he had a tendency to be unpredictable. "I want you to take Miss Victoria as well." Walter ignored Alucard's growl of annoyance. "You can't be too careful." Alucard disappeared angrily.
"It's a beautiful night, don't you think?" Seras had been trying to keep her spirits light for the last half hour, but with her master's despondent mood it was unrewarding work. Seeing her response would be absolutely nothing she lapsed into resigned silence and concentrated on tracking. She caught a faint whiff of death. Looking up at her master she saw he had smelt it too. A dangerous gleam came into his eye. "Let's go." He said.
The gargoyle had been jumping over the low buildings when he saw some commotion down an alley. A pretty blonde was being eaten by two other people. Eugh! Is this what had happened while he was sleeping? People became cannibals? Hang on, these weren't people. They smelled different. They smelled stuck. Drifting between two conflicting existences. Not alive, not dead. So what were they? He watched as two heavily armed individuals came running down the alley. One was exceptionally quick, with a long red coat flailing behind him. He smirked down the alley and began firing. Vampires! He squeaked softly in surprise as he recognized their scent, their movements. Oh yeah, he knew them. You don't live over an Abbey and never meet up with a few vamps, you know. What are they doing? They were fighting the cannibals! The other, a shorter female loaded a long canon and took aim. More people rose from the rubbish heaps. Corpses, the gargoyle recognized, but standing up? The bitten, bleeding woman screamed in fear. Suddenly he was overcome with a strong urge to protect her. Mustering his round belly, he gripped his precious stone arm and jumped.
Arucard was enjoying himself. Two freaks, and a whole lot more ghouls. Exercise. He was taking aim on an undead when a dense stone object launched itself off the roof directly above him. Its face was contorted and it let out the world's most pathetically unterrifying growl. He almost laughed at it himself. In being distracted by this plummeting thing, he had not noticed a ghoul sneaking up behind him. He was tackled full force, and began falling into the path of the oncoming thing. "Oof!" He cried. The thing had landed full on into his stomach, driving him into a trashcan, headfirst. His world turned upside down and dark. He wriggled his legs uselessly, and tried to thrash with arms pinned to his side by cold metal. Seras watched as the creature picked itself up from its most inelegant of roles, and proceeded to club every living (or not) thing in its vicinity with what appeared to be an arm. It barely made it to waist height, but its methods were effective. She stared as all of its victims were slowly pulverized to grave dust. When the only things left moving in the alley were wind transported grave dust and a shivering woman in the corner, the thing stopped its wild battering actions, and panted to regain its breath. He walked over to the cowering woman and was about to speak, but she screamed loudly again, and ran full pelt out of the alley. The creature stopped and looked deeply unhappy. That reaction had hurt, Seras could tell. "Hey." She smiled down at the thing. "You were amazing. What's your name?" The being immediately brightened and drew himself to his full height sucking in his paunch as best he could. "Pug." He replied. "Pug?" Seras smiled at him questioningly. "For 'pug ugly'." He announced proudly. Seras took a long hard look at Pug. She could see why he had been given that name. While he was a full three feet in height, she'd have been surprised if his legs made up a third of that. His belly protruded over his loincloth, some curly pieces of hair collected around his naval. His arms were longer than his body, and would have reached the ground had they not been bent at such an odd angle. The face that stared up at her was as wrinkly as a bulldog's, and the mouth that grinned was wide and had only five pointed teeth in the whole gaping expanse. His eyes, however, were dark and expressive. His fingers, grotesquely formed, were gentle enough when they took the hand Seras offered for Pug to shake. "And I'm Seras." She said in a friendly manner. Pugs grin got even wider, if that was possible, and Seras wondered who had given him such a cruel name. A muffled yelling interrupted her musings. Someone sounded really angry. "Master!" She cried horrified. How could she have forgotten her master? "I'm on it!" Pug reassured her. He sauntered over to where a tightly clad arse was writhing from inside a metal bin, and climbed up onto a low wall so that his feet were just above the rim. With one abnormally long arm, he reached out and caught hold of Alucard's legs. Then he yanked hard and ejected the mortified vampire from the bin, getting one good dose of verbal abuse in the process, before dropping him unceremoniously on the floor. Seras tried hard to conceal a giggle and went to remove a gooey banana peel from her master's black hair. His coat was stained with garbage water, and after he rooted through the detritus at the bottom of the barrel for his hat, he turned to his rescuer. "Who the hell are you?"
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Well there you are, my second chapter completed. I was contemplating having Alucard's pants split and him flashing his underwear to the world, but I figured it would be too degrading. Does Alucard even wear underpants? This may be something I've spent too much time thinking about. Ahh well, maybe I need to write more fanfics to combat the random wonderings of my mind.