Mercury: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Maths tutor: "And so we will continue our interesting work on the coefficient of restitution. Now, who has been doing their homework?"
Mercury: yawns and settles head on desk
Maths tutor: "Rachel, perhaps you would care to give me the formula for e?"
Mercury: thinks I hate that name, I hate maths, I hate the coefficient of restitution. I wish I could spark you. smiles sweetly "The coefficient of restitution is defined as the speed of separation of two bodies divided by the speed of approach."
Maths tutor: "Very good. Now if we all turn to page 245, we can work our way through exercise 5B." promptly exits classroom, probably for some Prozac
Mercury: snore
Just in case you are wondering, this explains my lack of update. You try sitting through this for 8 hours a day, and then being "creative" at the end of it. It's hard, you know.
By the way, I have changed the way this looks, because some people told me it was difficult to read.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hellsing, though I wish I owned Alucard. Just another way I could get back at maths tutors...
Slime dribbled down the walls of a long forgotten sewer. The occasional drip echoed eerily around the walls. It had been silent down here for decades. A rhythmic splashing informs the walls that they are no longer alone. A squat mass of black robes swirled over the remnant puddles, the face obscured by a deep hood. It carried an ancient looking staff of finely worked bronze coloured metal. The stone perched atop its splendour gave off a faint blue glow that was rapidly getting brighter. The figure was using it as a sort of homing beacon. It continued down the long dormant tunnels, sniffing disdainfully at the sweet odour of decaying waste, following the pulsing light.
A flash of blindingly bright light informed the bearer of the staff that they had arrived. Quickly they withdrew a dark cloth bag from inside the folds of its cloak. It drew a circle around itself of salt. The water seemed to melt from inside. It stationed candles at five points around the circle, and lit them with a calm, purposeful air. Intricate designs of salts and powders were sewn on the floor. Incantations were muttered. A small statue of Hectate was placed on the circumference of the circle, at the northernmost point.
A decorative knife was drawn from the bag. Following the perimeter of the circle, the figure wandered around clockwise three times. It drew a large cross on the floor of the circle, and signs for limitations all around said cross. Then it began chanting. Thick, guttural words flooded the tunnel. The high male voice slowly took on a deeper, mesmerising quality. The stone from his staff burned blue one more, and radiated power. The chant took on a more urgent quality. The serene statue of Hectate seemed to come to life for a split second, to scowl menacingly, but it must have been a trick of the light, for it resumed it's initial form almost immediately. The energy coursed around the circle, building, building...
With an ear splitting shriek, the hooded figure drove its staff into the ground, in the centre of the cross. He was flung backwards and slammed against the invisible barriers he had created. For a moment all was still. Then, the cross opened into a never-ending crevasse that seemed deeper than the earth itself. The staff slowly levitated out of the gap, followed by three strikingly beautiful maidens. As one their ethereal lips opened, and a whisper like a breeze fluttered through the pipe. "What is it that you wish of us?"
Alucard gave up on Seras and Integra, enjoying the civilities he had long since forgotten. Tea and biscuits seemed such a waste of time to a vampire. Eternity to live, and not the time for afternoon tea. He took himself down to the where he could watch the troops at the training quarters. He settled himself about four hundred metres away, and sighed, brooding. Unconsciously he shook his head as he realised that the first candidate had missed their shooting target by over an inch.
He felt restless. He wanted to know about the mysterious disappearance of many of the vampire kind. As a member of Hellsing he should be thinking this was a good thing, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something far more terrible had been leashed upon the world. It wasn't as if this new power went up against the most formidable of opponents, but it chose the weaker of its kind, new and isolated. It seemed to be testing its abilities, seeing what it could do. And so far it was unstoppable.
He sat there, in the gathering gloom of an oncoming thunderstorm, and felt a shift in the balance of reality. Somewhere, not far away, a portal had been opened. A portal to the Dark Regions. He suddenly felt an icy trickle of fear down his back. What did this mean?
Seras choked on her tea, shock and fear pulsing through her system. Pug thumped her back enthusiastically, and threw her from the chair. Seras crumpled into a still form, and looked up, eyes wide in panic.
"Seras?" Integra asked concerned.
"Master is... afraid." Seras slumped into unconsciousness.
Deep in the sewers a high cackle erupted from a shadowy figure before the three creatures of amazing beauty. "Find one." His voice was cold with insistence. "Find one and destroy it."
A vampire, newly awakened to his gift, wondered the streets of London. His eyes could see things in the darkness that had never been visible to him in the light. It held special significance to this vampire, as he had been blind when he was bitten. Now his hearing was so supercharged he could pick out shapes from their echoes. But he could see as well. With his eyes. Familiar streets all held fresh discoveries. It was like beginning a new life somewhere else. Which, in fact, it was. He laughed at the irony of it. A new life. Yeah, right.
But he didn't regret it. He had no remorse, no wish for vengeance, as many others that were created without their consent had at first. This was a greatly improved form of existence. If he ever found the vampire that shared his blood with him, he would thank him. But he could hunt him out later. He had all the time in the world, and he wanted to see everything.
He explored the streets, getting used to the way things moved, pulsed with life. It felt weird. He jumped at anything unexpected. A rustling paper bag nearly gave him a coronary, if he still had a working heart of course. Everything was new, he didn't know what his powers could do, what he was capable of. Giggling gleefully, he jumped over a seven foot brick wall with ease. He ran across the rooftops, ecstatic with his new freedom.
It was incredible, a gift so intense he couldn't begin to explain it. And he felt it much more keenly that any other, because of his constrained previous existence. His eyes narrowed at the sight of three beings hovering above the rooftop with him. They were still, and deathly silent, with only their floaty gowns fluttering in the wind. That was when he made his first mistake. He tried to copy them.
He rose a full eight inches above the ground, and spurted on by his success, rose higher, and higher. All three of the mysterious creatures snapped their heads towards him, and slowly drifted over. He then made his second mistake. Believing the creatures to be brethren (maybe they could help him realise his new abilities) he called out a greeting to them, too exhilarated to notice the dead hunger in their eyes.
As they approached, he began to feel uncomfortable, chilled. He worried, did vampires have feelings? He looked at the arriving females. They circled him like predators, waiting, watching. He grew frightened. Their faces intensified with a terrifying emptiness. He made his third mistake. Baring his fangs, and snarling at them, he had barely time to register the fact that their messy tendrils of hair now looked like serpe nts before he plummeted to the ground like a dead weight.
The floating females sent a burst of energy to the stone that called them, which alerted the hooded figure to their progress. Gathering up his bag, he left his hiding place, and inserted a fuse into a small block of plastic explosive. He left it in a perfect place.
A few miles out of the city, Alucard heard the explosion with haunting clarity.
Have a short chapter. Bet you're all confused now, eh? I'll try and get the next chapter posted soon, in order to alleviate (or add to?) the confusion. You should all go thank Anime the Fallen Angel for this. Without her I'd still be lounging on my bed trying to fathom a reason for my existence – a couple of physics exams will do that to a girl. Anyway, she unlike me, hasn't been lazy. If she's posted it, check out SAEM at Hogwarts, or whatever it's called. a) it rocks, b) I'm in it! For now I leave you with this, exams suck, and I suck at them. Thank you and goodnight.
Ooh, if you feel the need to review, I would appreciate it. As I keep saying, I'm a newbie, and my literary skills aint great, so any pointers...
Maths tutor: "And so we will continue our interesting work on the coefficient of restitution. Now, who has been doing their homework?"
Mercury: yawns and settles head on desk
Maths tutor: "Rachel, perhaps you would care to give me the formula for e?"
Mercury: thinks I hate that name, I hate maths, I hate the coefficient of restitution. I wish I could spark you. smiles sweetly "The coefficient of restitution is defined as the speed of separation of two bodies divided by the speed of approach."
Maths tutor: "Very good. Now if we all turn to page 245, we can work our way through exercise 5B." promptly exits classroom, probably for some Prozac
Mercury: snore
Just in case you are wondering, this explains my lack of update. You try sitting through this for 8 hours a day, and then being "creative" at the end of it. It's hard, you know.
By the way, I have changed the way this looks, because some people told me it was difficult to read.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hellsing, though I wish I owned Alucard. Just another way I could get back at maths tutors...
Slime dribbled down the walls of a long forgotten sewer. The occasional drip echoed eerily around the walls. It had been silent down here for decades. A rhythmic splashing informs the walls that they are no longer alone. A squat mass of black robes swirled over the remnant puddles, the face obscured by a deep hood. It carried an ancient looking staff of finely worked bronze coloured metal. The stone perched atop its splendour gave off a faint blue glow that was rapidly getting brighter. The figure was using it as a sort of homing beacon. It continued down the long dormant tunnels, sniffing disdainfully at the sweet odour of decaying waste, following the pulsing light.
A flash of blindingly bright light informed the bearer of the staff that they had arrived. Quickly they withdrew a dark cloth bag from inside the folds of its cloak. It drew a circle around itself of salt. The water seemed to melt from inside. It stationed candles at five points around the circle, and lit them with a calm, purposeful air. Intricate designs of salts and powders were sewn on the floor. Incantations were muttered. A small statue of Hectate was placed on the circumference of the circle, at the northernmost point.
A decorative knife was drawn from the bag. Following the perimeter of the circle, the figure wandered around clockwise three times. It drew a large cross on the floor of the circle, and signs for limitations all around said cross. Then it began chanting. Thick, guttural words flooded the tunnel. The high male voice slowly took on a deeper, mesmerising quality. The stone from his staff burned blue one more, and radiated power. The chant took on a more urgent quality. The serene statue of Hectate seemed to come to life for a split second, to scowl menacingly, but it must have been a trick of the light, for it resumed it's initial form almost immediately. The energy coursed around the circle, building, building...
With an ear splitting shriek, the hooded figure drove its staff into the ground, in the centre of the cross. He was flung backwards and slammed against the invisible barriers he had created. For a moment all was still. Then, the cross opened into a never-ending crevasse that seemed deeper than the earth itself. The staff slowly levitated out of the gap, followed by three strikingly beautiful maidens. As one their ethereal lips opened, and a whisper like a breeze fluttered through the pipe. "What is it that you wish of us?"
Alucard gave up on Seras and Integra, enjoying the civilities he had long since forgotten. Tea and biscuits seemed such a waste of time to a vampire. Eternity to live, and not the time for afternoon tea. He took himself down to the where he could watch the troops at the training quarters. He settled himself about four hundred metres away, and sighed, brooding. Unconsciously he shook his head as he realised that the first candidate had missed their shooting target by over an inch.
He felt restless. He wanted to know about the mysterious disappearance of many of the vampire kind. As a member of Hellsing he should be thinking this was a good thing, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something far more terrible had been leashed upon the world. It wasn't as if this new power went up against the most formidable of opponents, but it chose the weaker of its kind, new and isolated. It seemed to be testing its abilities, seeing what it could do. And so far it was unstoppable.
He sat there, in the gathering gloom of an oncoming thunderstorm, and felt a shift in the balance of reality. Somewhere, not far away, a portal had been opened. A portal to the Dark Regions. He suddenly felt an icy trickle of fear down his back. What did this mean?
Seras choked on her tea, shock and fear pulsing through her system. Pug thumped her back enthusiastically, and threw her from the chair. Seras crumpled into a still form, and looked up, eyes wide in panic.
"Seras?" Integra asked concerned.
"Master is... afraid." Seras slumped into unconsciousness.
Deep in the sewers a high cackle erupted from a shadowy figure before the three creatures of amazing beauty. "Find one." His voice was cold with insistence. "Find one and destroy it."
A vampire, newly awakened to his gift, wondered the streets of London. His eyes could see things in the darkness that had never been visible to him in the light. It held special significance to this vampire, as he had been blind when he was bitten. Now his hearing was so supercharged he could pick out shapes from their echoes. But he could see as well. With his eyes. Familiar streets all held fresh discoveries. It was like beginning a new life somewhere else. Which, in fact, it was. He laughed at the irony of it. A new life. Yeah, right.
But he didn't regret it. He had no remorse, no wish for vengeance, as many others that were created without their consent had at first. This was a greatly improved form of existence. If he ever found the vampire that shared his blood with him, he would thank him. But he could hunt him out later. He had all the time in the world, and he wanted to see everything.
He explored the streets, getting used to the way things moved, pulsed with life. It felt weird. He jumped at anything unexpected. A rustling paper bag nearly gave him a coronary, if he still had a working heart of course. Everything was new, he didn't know what his powers could do, what he was capable of. Giggling gleefully, he jumped over a seven foot brick wall with ease. He ran across the rooftops, ecstatic with his new freedom.
It was incredible, a gift so intense he couldn't begin to explain it. And he felt it much more keenly that any other, because of his constrained previous existence. His eyes narrowed at the sight of three beings hovering above the rooftop with him. They were still, and deathly silent, with only their floaty gowns fluttering in the wind. That was when he made his first mistake. He tried to copy them.
He rose a full eight inches above the ground, and spurted on by his success, rose higher, and higher. All three of the mysterious creatures snapped their heads towards him, and slowly drifted over. He then made his second mistake. Believing the creatures to be brethren (maybe they could help him realise his new abilities) he called out a greeting to them, too exhilarated to notice the dead hunger in their eyes.
As they approached, he began to feel uncomfortable, chilled. He worried, did vampires have feelings? He looked at the arriving females. They circled him like predators, waiting, watching. He grew frightened. Their faces intensified with a terrifying emptiness. He made his third mistake. Baring his fangs, and snarling at them, he had barely time to register the fact that their messy tendrils of hair now looked like serpe nts before he plummeted to the ground like a dead weight.
The floating females sent a burst of energy to the stone that called them, which alerted the hooded figure to their progress. Gathering up his bag, he left his hiding place, and inserted a fuse into a small block of plastic explosive. He left it in a perfect place.
A few miles out of the city, Alucard heard the explosion with haunting clarity.
Have a short chapter. Bet you're all confused now, eh? I'll try and get the next chapter posted soon, in order to alleviate (or add to?) the confusion. You should all go thank Anime the Fallen Angel for this. Without her I'd still be lounging on my bed trying to fathom a reason for my existence – a couple of physics exams will do that to a girl. Anyway, she unlike me, hasn't been lazy. If she's posted it, check out SAEM at Hogwarts, or whatever it's called. a) it rocks, b) I'm in it! For now I leave you with this, exams suck, and I suck at them. Thank you and goodnight.
Ooh, if you feel the need to review, I would appreciate it. As I keep saying, I'm a newbie, and my literary skills aint great, so any pointers...