Beginning's End
By: Lazeralk
Standard disclaimers apply.
"Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end." – Semisonic
Part 8
To my reviewers, thanks for your comments and encouragement, it means the world to me, I love you all. So sorry that this chapter took so long to get out, my muse went on a tangent with one Jareth King of Goblins and Julian the Shadowman from Forbidden Game. But, I sat down watched Hellsing all over again and now you have a new chapter. Sorry about the delay!
* Loki, a young looking vampire of five hundred years with shoulder length black hair, leaned back in the huge black bed, an enraged Olivia glaring at him from where she knelt on the floor.
Fenrir watched the scene with mild amusement. The huge wolf god was permanently trapped in half beast form, his elongated paws rest on the edge of a sixteenth century armoire with hand painted lacquers. He grinned toothily as the human struggled to get her due from the devil.
"You promised Loki. You gave me your word. My term has been over for a week now and I want my reward." She said in as controlled a voice she could manage. Her long brown hair was brushed clean and straight, the soft curls giving it a luxurious look. She look rather silly kneeling on the floor wearing the latest Armani fashions.
"Oh?" said Loki, his deep rolling alto pleasing to the ears.
"And what did I promise you my sweet?" he asked his voice laced with honey.
"You said you'd use your influence to make me a star. You promised me a modeling career. I held up my end of the bargain, now it's your turn." She said, daring to risk a glance at his face.
"Oh yes." He said stroking his small goatee. He gave the top of her head a wicked smile.
"Yes, you did hold up your end of the deal didn't you? Whoring yourself on the streets to gather information for me, and you did a very good job of it. In fact, you did such a good job of it that I think I'm going to keep you there. Indefinitely."
He pulled himself off the bed and walked around her kneeling form. He leaned down and tiled her chin up to meet his eyes, oh so gently.
"After all, you make such a good whore." He told her nastily before he shoved her roughly to the floor. He stood and turned his back to her.
"Now get out of my sight."
Olivia bit her lip and retreated slowly out the door her eyes burning with rage.
"Fenrir?"
"Yes, oh great one?" mocked the wolf god.
"Have someone kill her."
Loki sat down and pulled out a very old book. The pages were faded and worn but painstakingly clean. Someone had put a lot of work into keeping the book in good condition. On the cover, written in Sanskrit, the oldest written language known to man was a single word: Lamia.
He opened the book and flipped through the pages until he came upon a sketch of a black blade being pulled from the stomach of a vampire.
*
There were cages everywhere, lining the walls and in neat rows down the center of the room. Hundreds of vampires were cramped into the cages; their too thin bodies huddled together near the center. The edges of the metal prisons glowed with an unearthly light coming from the large crosses tied to the bars.
"Oh no." whispered Seras in anguish. She'd never seen so much suffering in one place before.
-Find and kill the werewolves as quietly as possible. – Came Arucard's command. The vampires spread out, the paws of the manticors made no sound on the floor as they hunted.
A werewolf paused and sniffed the air; wicked claws replaced his human fingers as he detected just the slightest disturbance. A huge blade came flying out of nowhere and hit him solidly in the throat. Katrina pulled the knife free and slit what was left of his windpipe before the doomed wolf could utter a sound. She then pulled the corpse towards the bars of the closest cage. The captive vampires moved, stirred by the scent of blood.
She smiled at them and put a finger to her lips. They obediently settled, hope flashing in their eyes.
Arucard snuck up behind a werewolf patrolling the catwalks and grinned widely, this was so much fun! He wrapped an arm around the wolf's waist and spun him around catching his chin and forcing their eyes to meet. He captured the wolf's mind and then whispered a single word in to his ear. The wolf dropped to the ground, dead.
Galina crept up behind the wolf she'd been stalking and in one quick movement snapped his neck. She caught the body as it fell and gently placed it on the ground. Smiling evilly, she went in search of her next victim.
Seras very slowly and quietly screwed a silencer onto the barrel of her Beretta. She watched as a werewolf passed where she waited in the shadows and then aimed for his throat. She pulled the trigger and only a tiny click from the inner workings of the gun sounded. The wolf collapsed, his yellow eyes fixed and glaring at her. She grimaced at the expression of her target and quickly moved on.
Shadow walked the Shallows, her black blades moving soundlessly as she decapitated one wolf after another, the shadows that trailed behind her in a rolling fog catching the bodies and laying them on the ground silently.
A howl broke the air as the scent of too much blood spilt reached the senses of the remaining wolves. The vampires under Arucard dropped all stealth and attacked with fury. Blades flashed blood flowed and soon all the vampires were hissing and moaning, begging for blood.
"Galina?" Said Arucard, breaking the silence that had settled over them and walking to the closest cage. The blonde vampire motioned the manticors forward, her slender hands graceful despite being covered with blood.
"Shadow?" he called in a similar manner, watching as the shadow walker drew her police-baton blades and began cutting the cages open. The manticors gripped a bar in their massive teeth and pulled entire doors off their hinges.
Vampires flowed out of the cages; graceful and deadly even in their monstrous hunger. They fell upon the dead wolves and fed, bathing in the blood, liking it off each other as to not waste a drop.
Arucard leapt on top of a cage and rose to his full height. He looked out over the mass of vampires and thought for a moment before clearing his throat and beginning to speak. A hush fell over the captives as they watched him, unsure of what to make of him.
"Hear me, I am Arucard, once called Mikado. I am your rightful King, returned to you after a century of servitude. Humans and wolves will never be a part of the Blood Circles once I am king again, do as you wish but know that if you stand against me you will die a true death. If you wish to feed then please feel free to eat as many mortals as you like, but Loki is mine. " He declared. The vampires rose to their feet, and moved towards him. The bodies that they left behind were stark white and shriveled, stiff like specimens pulled out of formaldehyde for dissection.
With one final insane grin he turned and walked up the stairs, the others following.
A vampire with long wavy black hair smiled and raised his arms in praise.
"Arucard, King of the Night!" he yelled, the freed vampires following suit. The dungeon filled with the sounds of their hail for the return of the true king. Arucard turned and caught the eye of the vampire that had spoken. He nodded briefly and then continued down a hall. They moved up the stairs watching as their leader vanished into a room. With a howl of blood lust and rage the dark haired vampire lead his fellow kin into the castle searching for enemies.
*
Arucard ducked into the room he knew held Hallow. His old ally looked as if he'd taken quite a beating, fresh lines of blood ran down his pale skin and one of his snowstorm eyes had been torn out. The chains jerked when the sound of the door opening reached the blind one's sensitive ears.
"It's me Hallow."
"Mikado. No, Arucard. I hunger." He said, his voice thin from screaming. Shadow, one step ahead of them, dropped a cooling werewolf corpse at his feet. She casually cut his chains with two lightning fast strikes.
Hallow fell on the wolf with primal hunger, ripping the throat open and gorging himself on the blood. Normally it was impossible for a vampire to drain an adult humanoid dry in one feeding, but the blind one did just that, making up for a century of starvation.
"Arucard, in your old room, embedded in a black stone is a sword of great power. Loki has been using it to keep the gates of the demon world open. You must stop him." Said Hallow, his unseeing eyes gazing up at the vampire he called master.
"Let's get you out of here old friend." Said Arucard as he absorbed the information. Could it be? No, the blade was destroyed.
Hallow stood on shaky legs and smiled briefly at the nosfaratu.
"We've got wolves coming!" called Seras her hands gripping the Cassul in one hand a Beretta in the other.
No sooner had her master turner around wolves poured in through the door, moving as a single mass entity. Seras opened fire, quickly draining her guns dry before pocketing the Beretta punching the nearest wolf in the jaw and slamming a new clip into the Cassul. A wolf ducked her bullet and raked his claws down her front, spilling her blood and tearing a scream from her throat. Arucard was suddenly there, driving his hand through the beast's chest. Seras sighted over his arm and continued firing.
Galina had long since run out of ammo for the AKM and had switched to the pair of Browning Hi-Powers she kept strapped to her thighs. Ranja and his mate were both showing signs of wounds but the pile of bodies around them was growing rapidly. The manticors had taken to shooting poisonous barbs from their tails instead of ripping their enemies apart with their teeth.
Katrina had stopped throwing her knives, what precious few their were left and was instead carving the wolves up. Her blades were silver plated and worked just as well on wolves as they did on vampires.
Shadow's back was pressed to the ground, twenty or so wolves were scrambling to get their claws into her from above and kept getting their hands chopped off. She paused for a moment and a wolf tore open her throat while another sank it's teeth into her leg. She grimaced before mealting into the Shadows beneath her and moving to the shadow on the ceiling. From there she positioned her blades facing down and at an angel, her arms crossed over her chest. She pushed with her feet off the ceiling and spiraled downward, her blades whipping through flesh and bone like the blades of blender.
Arucard was laughing like a madman, his body looking more like a floating mass of tar with hundreds of blood red eyes, hellhound heads rearing up from every direction. His face was intact, if somewhat oddly positioned, and he was smiling merrily at the carnage he was wreaking on the mortal dog- men.
Isabella's bat had one again grown to monsterous proportions and her own body had shifted, her long cape becoming actual bat wings. She hovered over the battle field, directing her bats like a general directing troops. Her already elongated fangs grew to the size of small daggers as they hung from her hyper extended jaws.
The tide of wolves ebbed and then died, leaving the sudden silence ringing in their ears. Hallow spooped to feed from the piles of bodies and his multiple wounds began sealing up. The rest of the vampires left the room, looking around for more targets. By the time Hallow walked out of the hellhole he'd been imprisioned in for the past century, he was fully healed. He donned the white shroud that had marked him long ago and held the snake-headed stalf that guided him. The eyes of the metal serpent glowed with the touch of it's master, the hissing voice calling to it's kin. A small black basilisk wound it's way up Hallow's arm, looking at his unseeing eyes. The vampire was the only creature immune to it's gaze, the only creature worthy of being it's master.
Arucard led his vampires down the twisting halls of his castle towards the grand ball room. He pushed open the massive mahogany doors and flicked the lights on. A beautiful crystal chandelier lit the room with it's hundreds of mock candles. The veined marble floor glowed golden, the forest green and royal red walls gleamed at him as if from the painting of a great artist.
At the center of the room stood a young man with his back to them, he was weraing black slacks and a black and silver vest with a white dress shirt underneath. His short black hair was slicked back with a generous amount a gel and it shone in the light. He didn't turn whent the door opened, but waited until they were all assembled in the room. Seras ran to the side, lay down on the floor and set up her halconnen. Katrina scowled at the blonde but moved opposite her and pulled her throwing knives. Hallow, Galina and Shadow moved to flank Arucard who hadnt moved an inch. Isabella lurked behind him, guiding her bats into the room. Once all of them were inside, the doors slammed shut of their own accord.
The man turned to face them, giving them a lazy look through red eyes and a small smile. His gotee was well trimmed and somewhat pointed, and a large red gem was pinned to the collar of this shirt. He regarded the No Life King cooly before smiling a bit broader, revealing dainty fangs.
"Mikado." Said the vampire in way of greeting, his posture radiating confidence.
"Loki." Snarled Arucard. He smiled nastily at the usurper and tucked both of his guns away. He'd promised himself that he'd rip the bastard apart with his bare hands and he was nothing if not a man of his word.
"I hope you're ready to die whelp." Said Arucard.
Loki smiled back and then put his hands behind his back. When he drew them forth again the Blade to Call All Darkness pulsed between his fingers and his gave former King his own nasty smile.
"The same to you Mikado. The same to you."
End chapter 8
To my reviewers, thanks for your comments and encouragement, it means the world to me, I love you all. So sorry that this chapter took so long to get out, my muse went on a tangent with one Jareth King of Goblins and Julian the Shadowman from Forbidden Game. But, I sat down watched Hellsing all over again and now you have a new chapter. Sorry about the delay!
* Loki, a young looking vampire of five hundred years with shoulder length black hair, leaned back in the huge black bed, an enraged Olivia glaring at him from where she knelt on the floor.
Fenrir watched the scene with mild amusement. The huge wolf god was permanently trapped in half beast form, his elongated paws rest on the edge of a sixteenth century armoire with hand painted lacquers. He grinned toothily as the human struggled to get her due from the devil.
"You promised Loki. You gave me your word. My term has been over for a week now and I want my reward." She said in as controlled a voice she could manage. Her long brown hair was brushed clean and straight, the soft curls giving it a luxurious look. She look rather silly kneeling on the floor wearing the latest Armani fashions.
"Oh?" said Loki, his deep rolling alto pleasing to the ears.
"And what did I promise you my sweet?" he asked his voice laced with honey.
"You said you'd use your influence to make me a star. You promised me a modeling career. I held up my end of the bargain, now it's your turn." She said, daring to risk a glance at his face.
"Oh yes." He said stroking his small goatee. He gave the top of her head a wicked smile.
"Yes, you did hold up your end of the deal didn't you? Whoring yourself on the streets to gather information for me, and you did a very good job of it. In fact, you did such a good job of it that I think I'm going to keep you there. Indefinitely."
He pulled himself off the bed and walked around her kneeling form. He leaned down and tiled her chin up to meet his eyes, oh so gently.
"After all, you make such a good whore." He told her nastily before he shoved her roughly to the floor. He stood and turned his back to her.
"Now get out of my sight."
Olivia bit her lip and retreated slowly out the door her eyes burning with rage.
"Fenrir?"
"Yes, oh great one?" mocked the wolf god.
"Have someone kill her."
Loki sat down and pulled out a very old book. The pages were faded and worn but painstakingly clean. Someone had put a lot of work into keeping the book in good condition. On the cover, written in Sanskrit, the oldest written language known to man was a single word: Lamia.
He opened the book and flipped through the pages until he came upon a sketch of a black blade being pulled from the stomach of a vampire.
*
There were cages everywhere, lining the walls and in neat rows down the center of the room. Hundreds of vampires were cramped into the cages; their too thin bodies huddled together near the center. The edges of the metal prisons glowed with an unearthly light coming from the large crosses tied to the bars.
"Oh no." whispered Seras in anguish. She'd never seen so much suffering in one place before.
-Find and kill the werewolves as quietly as possible. – Came Arucard's command. The vampires spread out, the paws of the manticors made no sound on the floor as they hunted.
A werewolf paused and sniffed the air; wicked claws replaced his human fingers as he detected just the slightest disturbance. A huge blade came flying out of nowhere and hit him solidly in the throat. Katrina pulled the knife free and slit what was left of his windpipe before the doomed wolf could utter a sound. She then pulled the corpse towards the bars of the closest cage. The captive vampires moved, stirred by the scent of blood.
She smiled at them and put a finger to her lips. They obediently settled, hope flashing in their eyes.
Arucard snuck up behind a werewolf patrolling the catwalks and grinned widely, this was so much fun! He wrapped an arm around the wolf's waist and spun him around catching his chin and forcing their eyes to meet. He captured the wolf's mind and then whispered a single word in to his ear. The wolf dropped to the ground, dead.
Galina crept up behind the wolf she'd been stalking and in one quick movement snapped his neck. She caught the body as it fell and gently placed it on the ground. Smiling evilly, she went in search of her next victim.
Seras very slowly and quietly screwed a silencer onto the barrel of her Beretta. She watched as a werewolf passed where she waited in the shadows and then aimed for his throat. She pulled the trigger and only a tiny click from the inner workings of the gun sounded. The wolf collapsed, his yellow eyes fixed and glaring at her. She grimaced at the expression of her target and quickly moved on.
Shadow walked the Shallows, her black blades moving soundlessly as she decapitated one wolf after another, the shadows that trailed behind her in a rolling fog catching the bodies and laying them on the ground silently.
A howl broke the air as the scent of too much blood spilt reached the senses of the remaining wolves. The vampires under Arucard dropped all stealth and attacked with fury. Blades flashed blood flowed and soon all the vampires were hissing and moaning, begging for blood.
"Galina?" Said Arucard, breaking the silence that had settled over them and walking to the closest cage. The blonde vampire motioned the manticors forward, her slender hands graceful despite being covered with blood.
"Shadow?" he called in a similar manner, watching as the shadow walker drew her police-baton blades and began cutting the cages open. The manticors gripped a bar in their massive teeth and pulled entire doors off their hinges.
Vampires flowed out of the cages; graceful and deadly even in their monstrous hunger. They fell upon the dead wolves and fed, bathing in the blood, liking it off each other as to not waste a drop.
Arucard leapt on top of a cage and rose to his full height. He looked out over the mass of vampires and thought for a moment before clearing his throat and beginning to speak. A hush fell over the captives as they watched him, unsure of what to make of him.
"Hear me, I am Arucard, once called Mikado. I am your rightful King, returned to you after a century of servitude. Humans and wolves will never be a part of the Blood Circles once I am king again, do as you wish but know that if you stand against me you will die a true death. If you wish to feed then please feel free to eat as many mortals as you like, but Loki is mine. " He declared. The vampires rose to their feet, and moved towards him. The bodies that they left behind were stark white and shriveled, stiff like specimens pulled out of formaldehyde for dissection.
With one final insane grin he turned and walked up the stairs, the others following.
A vampire with long wavy black hair smiled and raised his arms in praise.
"Arucard, King of the Night!" he yelled, the freed vampires following suit. The dungeon filled with the sounds of their hail for the return of the true king. Arucard turned and caught the eye of the vampire that had spoken. He nodded briefly and then continued down a hall. They moved up the stairs watching as their leader vanished into a room. With a howl of blood lust and rage the dark haired vampire lead his fellow kin into the castle searching for enemies.
*
Arucard ducked into the room he knew held Hallow. His old ally looked as if he'd taken quite a beating, fresh lines of blood ran down his pale skin and one of his snowstorm eyes had been torn out. The chains jerked when the sound of the door opening reached the blind one's sensitive ears.
"It's me Hallow."
"Mikado. No, Arucard. I hunger." He said, his voice thin from screaming. Shadow, one step ahead of them, dropped a cooling werewolf corpse at his feet. She casually cut his chains with two lightning fast strikes.
Hallow fell on the wolf with primal hunger, ripping the throat open and gorging himself on the blood. Normally it was impossible for a vampire to drain an adult humanoid dry in one feeding, but the blind one did just that, making up for a century of starvation.
"Arucard, in your old room, embedded in a black stone is a sword of great power. Loki has been using it to keep the gates of the demon world open. You must stop him." Said Hallow, his unseeing eyes gazing up at the vampire he called master.
"Let's get you out of here old friend." Said Arucard as he absorbed the information. Could it be? No, the blade was destroyed.
Hallow stood on shaky legs and smiled briefly at the nosfaratu.
"We've got wolves coming!" called Seras her hands gripping the Cassul in one hand a Beretta in the other.
No sooner had her master turner around wolves poured in through the door, moving as a single mass entity. Seras opened fire, quickly draining her guns dry before pocketing the Beretta punching the nearest wolf in the jaw and slamming a new clip into the Cassul. A wolf ducked her bullet and raked his claws down her front, spilling her blood and tearing a scream from her throat. Arucard was suddenly there, driving his hand through the beast's chest. Seras sighted over his arm and continued firing.
Galina had long since run out of ammo for the AKM and had switched to the pair of Browning Hi-Powers she kept strapped to her thighs. Ranja and his mate were both showing signs of wounds but the pile of bodies around them was growing rapidly. The manticors had taken to shooting poisonous barbs from their tails instead of ripping their enemies apart with their teeth.
Katrina had stopped throwing her knives, what precious few their were left and was instead carving the wolves up. Her blades were silver plated and worked just as well on wolves as they did on vampires.
Shadow's back was pressed to the ground, twenty or so wolves were scrambling to get their claws into her from above and kept getting their hands chopped off. She paused for a moment and a wolf tore open her throat while another sank it's teeth into her leg. She grimaced before mealting into the Shadows beneath her and moving to the shadow on the ceiling. From there she positioned her blades facing down and at an angel, her arms crossed over her chest. She pushed with her feet off the ceiling and spiraled downward, her blades whipping through flesh and bone like the blades of blender.
Arucard was laughing like a madman, his body looking more like a floating mass of tar with hundreds of blood red eyes, hellhound heads rearing up from every direction. His face was intact, if somewhat oddly positioned, and he was smiling merrily at the carnage he was wreaking on the mortal dog- men.
Isabella's bat had one again grown to monsterous proportions and her own body had shifted, her long cape becoming actual bat wings. She hovered over the battle field, directing her bats like a general directing troops. Her already elongated fangs grew to the size of small daggers as they hung from her hyper extended jaws.
The tide of wolves ebbed and then died, leaving the sudden silence ringing in their ears. Hallow spooped to feed from the piles of bodies and his multiple wounds began sealing up. The rest of the vampires left the room, looking around for more targets. By the time Hallow walked out of the hellhole he'd been imprisioned in for the past century, he was fully healed. He donned the white shroud that had marked him long ago and held the snake-headed stalf that guided him. The eyes of the metal serpent glowed with the touch of it's master, the hissing voice calling to it's kin. A small black basilisk wound it's way up Hallow's arm, looking at his unseeing eyes. The vampire was the only creature immune to it's gaze, the only creature worthy of being it's master.
Arucard led his vampires down the twisting halls of his castle towards the grand ball room. He pushed open the massive mahogany doors and flicked the lights on. A beautiful crystal chandelier lit the room with it's hundreds of mock candles. The veined marble floor glowed golden, the forest green and royal red walls gleamed at him as if from the painting of a great artist.
At the center of the room stood a young man with his back to them, he was weraing black slacks and a black and silver vest with a white dress shirt underneath. His short black hair was slicked back with a generous amount a gel and it shone in the light. He didn't turn whent the door opened, but waited until they were all assembled in the room. Seras ran to the side, lay down on the floor and set up her halconnen. Katrina scowled at the blonde but moved opposite her and pulled her throwing knives. Hallow, Galina and Shadow moved to flank Arucard who hadnt moved an inch. Isabella lurked behind him, guiding her bats into the room. Once all of them were inside, the doors slammed shut of their own accord.
The man turned to face them, giving them a lazy look through red eyes and a small smile. His gotee was well trimmed and somewhat pointed, and a large red gem was pinned to the collar of this shirt. He regarded the No Life King cooly before smiling a bit broader, revealing dainty fangs.
"Mikado." Said the vampire in way of greeting, his posture radiating confidence.
"Loki." Snarled Arucard. He smiled nastily at the usurper and tucked both of his guns away. He'd promised himself that he'd rip the bastard apart with his bare hands and he was nothing if not a man of his word.
"I hope you're ready to die whelp." Said Arucard.
Loki smiled back and then put his hands behind his back. When he drew them forth again the Blade to Call All Darkness pulsed between his fingers and his gave former King his own nasty smile.
"The same to you Mikado. The same to you."
End chapter 8