Chapter XVIII: Endless.
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Celes Victoria stopped dead in her tracks and cursed herself for following Sol plea to leave him. It was more of a threat than a plea but the message was the same: He's trying to protect her from the degenerator.
As a policewoman and a vampire, her pride would not make her run away from danger. Even though Andersen scared the hell out of her.
Fear be damned, she was actually more afraid to lose Sol than facing that priest.
And besides, he had left her hanging for more of him.
Her mind was set when she ran back towards where she left him.
The clashing of metal when she neared the place told her that Sol and Andersen were locked in a heated battle.
But that was not possible. Sol was near death when she left him. How was he fighting him?
When she reached the area, she saw exactly how. And it scared her.
Sol was on one knee, his back was towards her. She could see that he had two blades stabbed into his left arm and one in his right leg. He seemed to be tired and there seemed to be something dangling near his mouth.
And when he turned to face Andersen, Celes was shocked at what he was biting. And looking at the priest, she had confirmed it.
Sol had the priest's arm in his teeth. That did not scare her. It was the fact that Sol was smiling like a mad man did. It was a look she had seen from her master time and time again. The sheer pleasure of being in the fight.
The priest was agitated when Sol spat his arm to the ground and tried to stand, wobbling as he did.
Celes knew that was an opening in Sol's defense but Andersen hesitated. Celes had this cold, dreadful feeling that the priest's impulsiveness had gotten his arm hacked off.
Sol had already stood and brandished two blades against Andersen's one. But Sol was wounded and Celes still didn't know were he was getting his strength to continue.
But somehow, she had a suspicion.
"Sinners will burn in the fires of hell," Andersen said as he poised for an attack. "And those who gets in my way will join them."
"Been there, done that," Sol sneered. It was like he was not himself. How she wished she could see his klutzy antics from her Sol.
Her Sol? Celes stopped at that thought. Since when did he become hers?
But the thought made her smile. But what she saw sobered her.
Even with three blades sticking into him, Sol was the first to charge. All Andersen could do was defend for he was a bit of a disadvantage. Sol was relentless in attacking and never gave the priest a chance to attack.
Sol had forced the priest's blade upward and he made his move. In one swift motion, Sol slashed Andersen's other arm, slicing it clear of his body. Taking advantage of his disorientation, Sol, stabbed both blades into his chest to the hilt. The priest stepped back and looked at Sol with fury.
"This is not over," Andersen said as hundreds of wards came out from his severed part and enveloped him. "We will meet again, Druid." He then disappeared into the night.
Sol, suddenly fell to his knees and collapsed.
Immediately, Celes ran for him, not even thinking what had happened or why. She just ran towards him and held him in her arms, cradling him on her lap.
"Hello," he smiled weakly as he saw her concerned face.
"What the hell are you thinking?" she asked as she stroked his hair.
"That I wanted you safe," he said as he reached and cupped her cheek. Celes almost purred as she rubbed her cheek against his palm. Surprisingly, it was smooth and not calloused.
"I am now," she smiled and carried him.
"Shouldn't I be the one carrying you?" he said and he coughed blood. Celes chuckled and walked towards his car.
Not noticing for a second that his delicious blood that she craved was covering her.
All she noticed is that he was in her arms and was safe.
For now, that was enough
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Alucard smiled as he witnessed the entire battle through his subject's eyes. No mere mortal could match the priest much less defeat him.
However, he was no mere mortal despite his claims and antics.
Indeed, the hunt had just gotten interesting. For right now, a great evil was forming.
And this made the Lord of the Vampires smile in anticipation of a good fight.
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end of 8
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a/n: Sorry if I seemed down, Jeena1980. I'm not holding it against you. I like people who are honest. I had doubts that I could pull this off. I still do. I just hope that ALL of you will be patient with me as the story progresses.
Thanks again and please review.
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Celes Victoria stopped dead in her tracks and cursed herself for following Sol plea to leave him. It was more of a threat than a plea but the message was the same: He's trying to protect her from the degenerator.
As a policewoman and a vampire, her pride would not make her run away from danger. Even though Andersen scared the hell out of her.
Fear be damned, she was actually more afraid to lose Sol than facing that priest.
And besides, he had left her hanging for more of him.
Her mind was set when she ran back towards where she left him.
The clashing of metal when she neared the place told her that Sol and Andersen were locked in a heated battle.
But that was not possible. Sol was near death when she left him. How was he fighting him?
When she reached the area, she saw exactly how. And it scared her.
Sol was on one knee, his back was towards her. She could see that he had two blades stabbed into his left arm and one in his right leg. He seemed to be tired and there seemed to be something dangling near his mouth.
And when he turned to face Andersen, Celes was shocked at what he was biting. And looking at the priest, she had confirmed it.
Sol had the priest's arm in his teeth. That did not scare her. It was the fact that Sol was smiling like a mad man did. It was a look she had seen from her master time and time again. The sheer pleasure of being in the fight.
The priest was agitated when Sol spat his arm to the ground and tried to stand, wobbling as he did.
Celes knew that was an opening in Sol's defense but Andersen hesitated. Celes had this cold, dreadful feeling that the priest's impulsiveness had gotten his arm hacked off.
Sol had already stood and brandished two blades against Andersen's one. But Sol was wounded and Celes still didn't know were he was getting his strength to continue.
But somehow, she had a suspicion.
"Sinners will burn in the fires of hell," Andersen said as he poised for an attack. "And those who gets in my way will join them."
"Been there, done that," Sol sneered. It was like he was not himself. How she wished she could see his klutzy antics from her Sol.
Her Sol? Celes stopped at that thought. Since when did he become hers?
But the thought made her smile. But what she saw sobered her.
Even with three blades sticking into him, Sol was the first to charge. All Andersen could do was defend for he was a bit of a disadvantage. Sol was relentless in attacking and never gave the priest a chance to attack.
Sol had forced the priest's blade upward and he made his move. In one swift motion, Sol slashed Andersen's other arm, slicing it clear of his body. Taking advantage of his disorientation, Sol, stabbed both blades into his chest to the hilt. The priest stepped back and looked at Sol with fury.
"This is not over," Andersen said as hundreds of wards came out from his severed part and enveloped him. "We will meet again, Druid." He then disappeared into the night.
Sol, suddenly fell to his knees and collapsed.
Immediately, Celes ran for him, not even thinking what had happened or why. She just ran towards him and held him in her arms, cradling him on her lap.
"Hello," he smiled weakly as he saw her concerned face.
"What the hell are you thinking?" she asked as she stroked his hair.
"That I wanted you safe," he said as he reached and cupped her cheek. Celes almost purred as she rubbed her cheek against his palm. Surprisingly, it was smooth and not calloused.
"I am now," she smiled and carried him.
"Shouldn't I be the one carrying you?" he said and he coughed blood. Celes chuckled and walked towards his car.
Not noticing for a second that his delicious blood that she craved was covering her.
All she noticed is that he was in her arms and was safe.
For now, that was enough
**
Alucard smiled as he witnessed the entire battle through his subject's eyes. No mere mortal could match the priest much less defeat him.
However, he was no mere mortal despite his claims and antics.
Indeed, the hunt had just gotten interesting. For right now, a great evil was forming.
And this made the Lord of the Vampires smile in anticipation of a good fight.
.
end of 8
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a/n: Sorry if I seemed down, Jeena1980. I'm not holding it against you. I like people who are honest. I had doubts that I could pull this off. I still do. I just hope that ALL of you will be patient with me as the story progresses.
Thanks again and please review.