Day 4, 3:04 am.
In the darkness, silence was the only thing to comfort, as well as a thin line of light, horizontal, only to split in the middle to go vertical, then once again horizontal. Alucard had lost his thoughts for a moment, his head swirling as that I shaped line of light came back into view. Collecting once more his calm self, red eyes shifted, gaze dropping down to look at the man whom he had just shot point-blank in the face. If the effect he wanted the bullets from Jackal to do was indeed the effect he had hoped for, Anderson would take much longer than usual to come back, if he even did.
A gloved hand rose to rest on his forehead, a sigh passing from his lips. That was not what he had wished to do, not now. Killing Anderson was not what he wanted. But it had been done.
"I'm sorry," he whispered softly, as his hand fell back to his side. Jackal was put away then, and the Vampire turned to go back into the room in which the man had been acting like a priest in. He went to open the doors, but found he could not without a large amount of force, anger now swelling.
"Damnit, Anderson!" He swore, turning back to the faceless corpse. "If you hadn't done that, I could have killed that asshole in there, and this would be all over."
Backing away, Alucard raised his foot, kicking at the lock between the two doors as hard as he felt he should. The desired result was what he got, as he then peered inside the room. Empty.
Empty?
Had he blacked out for a much longer period of time than he had thought? The Vampire furrowed his eyebrows together, pondered a moment, before he took a few steps into the room. He was ultimately bewildered at how that red headed idiot could have gotten all those people out without him detecting the movement.
There was no time to stop and think though, as Alucard turned to head out of the church and to find Seras. But, he stopped half way to the exit of the building, to turn and look back at the Judas priest. "This is all your fault." A childish statement, he knew, but there was a slight comfort in speaking to the Scotsman as if still alive. But, cutting down on the chat, he made his way outside, and towards the side of town he had told Seras to check.
"He is a formidable opponent." Sullen, the man stood, turning to face the other he spoke to. "I had not expected any interruptions from him. The Hellsing Organization must be worried about us then. That, I suppose, is a good thing."
"Don't be a fool, Valdemir. I would suspect that you have been around long enough to realize that if they have sent him, then we will not be here for long." Moving from his place at the window, the red headed Vampire set his gaze upon his companion. "Although I am firmly against this, we should stay underground longer, get in touch with others of our caliber to convert other towns into pure Vampiric towns, with no living humans."
"That is ridiculous. They would discover those operations most definately, in the beginning stages. The Vampires there would be wiped out almost immediately, I would suspect." Valdemir shook his head, moving around his desk to sit down upon the cool surface. "But, there are some towns up in Russia that I know would lie undetected for years, where we could continue building up forces."
"No. That would take much too long." He began to walk over to the desk, staring at Valdemir. "I know how it is up in Russia. It is boring, dull, and I would not want to spend more than a year there trying to find enough people to feed upon, and convert into our little . . . army, I shall call it." The Vampire stopped then, a mere two feet from the other.
"Alastar. You should care about results, not time." The seated Vampire held back a grin, as he reached out with his arms to grab a hold of the red head's hands, and pull him closer. "Hellsing sent Alucard, and we were lucky that that priest from the Iscariot showed up and distracted him for so long. I don't think we'll get that again."
"Mmm, shut up." Thoughts of killing humans and ridding their Hellsing pest problem were set aside, as Alastar locked lips with Valdemir, hands finding themselves a nice comfortable place on the other's hips. The rest of the world could wait for now.
( A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BEING PATIENT WITH ME, AND I AM SO, SO, SO, SO, SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG! Please forgive me! –Bows and begs.- But, uhm. . . SORRY! That is all I can really say. Oh, and, yeah. My crappy plot is starting to unfold! Dun, dun, dunnnnnn. . . Thanks again! I LOVE YOU ALL!)
