Of blood and boxes Ch.3
Joe Casto
I don't own hellsing, yadda, yadda, yadda....enjoy.
Alucard, being the perfectly orthodox eighteenth century gentleman he was, opened the oak
door and held it for Seras. However, given the current times and situation he first made
a brief sweep of the room beforehand using his substantial eyesight for the usual badguys:
priests, terrosists, tanks, angry men with straightrazors...you get the picture. The first
thing he noticed, however, was the rather befuddeling weight of the door. It seemed to be
made of cherry, but upon further experimenttaion, namingly opening the door, he saw just
how amazingly heavy the door was. It also had an enormous silver cross drilled to the
outside that was severed in half so that, when the doors were closed, it made a complete
cross, but when one was opened it looked like....half a cross.
So, Alucard entered directly behind Seras and crossed the lush burgundy carpet
to the other side of the area he was on which was slightly higher than the rest of the
resteraunt...if that's what you'd call it.
the room was lavishly decorated with black, silver,and various shades of red.
the overall room was enormous, the size of a small cathedral or a large house, but it's
most remarkale feature was it's fountain. This fountain was a work of art by anyone's
eyes, but especially alucard. it's centerpiece was that of a woman, about three times the
size of anyone in the room, who wasstanding upright, handscrossed on her chest, and
staring at whoever was looking at her at the time with a feral grin which was baring her
fangs...she was a vampire. That was indeed amazing but the most interesting...and erotic
thing about it was the water. There were three man of relative size at the top who were
all holding huge vases under their arms with this "water" pouring out of them and onto
their vampiric counterpart.
however, this "water" wasn't water at all..it was blood. At least it was alot like blood.
Alucard could, being a vampire, tell the difference quite easily. If it WERE real blood
his friendly, female counterpart would be on her knees shivering with glee...as would,
he suspected, about half of th resteraunt. He looked over the balcony and could tell by
the way the resteraunt patrons moved, that they were also vampires. He also noticed, that
the resteraunt had gone completely silent.
Every person in the room was staring directly at Seras, and the manager, who was
manning the front table, wasn't saying anything.
Alucard quickly walked over to Seras and tapped her on the soulder, pointing to
the hellsing badge that was hung around her neck on a silver chain. She had forgone her
standard uniform, switching it for a slinky black velvet deal. She was, however, wearing
combat boots over her black stockings, and had forgotten to take off her hellsing pass,
which was the fear of all vampires anywhere. He briefly removed it because, due to the
amazing tension of the moment, she had no
idea what was going on. Alucard's hand, no longer gloved, went dangerously close to Seras'
throat, which was for her, a unique pleasure center and a habitual home for her hands
because of all the action it's gotten. From the painful memory of anderson's monk spade
impaling it to the warm and fuzzy feeling of her Master's lips drawing her last breath as
a mortal woman, it was the site for many memories for victoria and thus, viciously
defended against any contact, but for some reason....she didn't feel threatened by
alucard's gentle caress and went all googley eyed at the contact.
The tension of the room quickly dissapated as the resteraunt patrons saw that the
agents weren't there to hunt them down and one by one, went back to their converastion
and eating. The Manager quickly smiled at the couple and curteously showed them to their
seats.
Alucard ast down on the black velvet seat of the mahogany finished chair and Seras
did likewise. Alucard was completely befuddled for the fifth time that century and the
second time that night. H simply sat there and stared at the table.
Seras, meanwhile, was thinking she had done somnething wrong. (oh no...what if he's
antisocial!) she thought(I'm so stupid! I should have asked!) and slammed her fists against
the table rather harder than she intended...which didn't give an inch. she looked at
alucard again and saw that he didn't look nervous...just....confused. "anything wrong?"
she asked him in her best calming voice.
"Not in particular...I...I just..." Alucard could barely bring him to say what was
wrong."I have no idea what to do in here." "Oh!" said Seras who was rather relieved to know
it wasn't her fault. "well...One would probably start be looking at their menu." and
Alucard's ego dropped by about fifty percent. "oh....thank you." He recalled eating at
resteraunts a long time ago but he had simply assumed that the entire food-ordering process
was completely changed from when he'd last been to one.
Alucard gave his menu a quick goings over to check out the inventory and was once
again supriced to see that a vast majority of the food serve there was soup and that which
wasn't was still safe for vampiric consumption. Alucard glanced over his mnu stealily at
Seras, who was staring back at him. She blushed and went to the long and tedious matter
of deciding on a food to eat.
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Hey everyone!!! I'd like some more reviews! thanks to everyone hat's already talked...I'm
glad you like the story thus far...but where do you think it should go? send me some info
or whatever at joseph.casto@chartermi.net or just say it in your reviews....I'm curious to
know what you think. But so far it's gunna just go and progress where I think it should.
Ciao and peace out,
Joseph Casto
Joe Casto
I don't own hellsing, yadda, yadda, yadda....enjoy.
Alucard, being the perfectly orthodox eighteenth century gentleman he was, opened the oak
door and held it for Seras. However, given the current times and situation he first made
a brief sweep of the room beforehand using his substantial eyesight for the usual badguys:
priests, terrosists, tanks, angry men with straightrazors...you get the picture. The first
thing he noticed, however, was the rather befuddeling weight of the door. It seemed to be
made of cherry, but upon further experimenttaion, namingly opening the door, he saw just
how amazingly heavy the door was. It also had an enormous silver cross drilled to the
outside that was severed in half so that, when the doors were closed, it made a complete
cross, but when one was opened it looked like....half a cross.
So, Alucard entered directly behind Seras and crossed the lush burgundy carpet
to the other side of the area he was on which was slightly higher than the rest of the
resteraunt...if that's what you'd call it.
the room was lavishly decorated with black, silver,and various shades of red.
the overall room was enormous, the size of a small cathedral or a large house, but it's
most remarkale feature was it's fountain. This fountain was a work of art by anyone's
eyes, but especially alucard. it's centerpiece was that of a woman, about three times the
size of anyone in the room, who wasstanding upright, handscrossed on her chest, and
staring at whoever was looking at her at the time with a feral grin which was baring her
fangs...she was a vampire. That was indeed amazing but the most interesting...and erotic
thing about it was the water. There were three man of relative size at the top who were
all holding huge vases under their arms with this "water" pouring out of them and onto
their vampiric counterpart.
however, this "water" wasn't water at all..it was blood. At least it was alot like blood.
Alucard could, being a vampire, tell the difference quite easily. If it WERE real blood
his friendly, female counterpart would be on her knees shivering with glee...as would,
he suspected, about half of th resteraunt. He looked over the balcony and could tell by
the way the resteraunt patrons moved, that they were also vampires. He also noticed, that
the resteraunt had gone completely silent.
Every person in the room was staring directly at Seras, and the manager, who was
manning the front table, wasn't saying anything.
Alucard quickly walked over to Seras and tapped her on the soulder, pointing to
the hellsing badge that was hung around her neck on a silver chain. She had forgone her
standard uniform, switching it for a slinky black velvet deal. She was, however, wearing
combat boots over her black stockings, and had forgotten to take off her hellsing pass,
which was the fear of all vampires anywhere. He briefly removed it because, due to the
amazing tension of the moment, she had no
idea what was going on. Alucard's hand, no longer gloved, went dangerously close to Seras'
throat, which was for her, a unique pleasure center and a habitual home for her hands
because of all the action it's gotten. From the painful memory of anderson's monk spade
impaling it to the warm and fuzzy feeling of her Master's lips drawing her last breath as
a mortal woman, it was the site for many memories for victoria and thus, viciously
defended against any contact, but for some reason....she didn't feel threatened by
alucard's gentle caress and went all googley eyed at the contact.
The tension of the room quickly dissapated as the resteraunt patrons saw that the
agents weren't there to hunt them down and one by one, went back to their converastion
and eating. The Manager quickly smiled at the couple and curteously showed them to their
seats.
Alucard ast down on the black velvet seat of the mahogany finished chair and Seras
did likewise. Alucard was completely befuddled for the fifth time that century and the
second time that night. H simply sat there and stared at the table.
Seras, meanwhile, was thinking she had done somnething wrong. (oh no...what if he's
antisocial!) she thought(I'm so stupid! I should have asked!) and slammed her fists against
the table rather harder than she intended...which didn't give an inch. she looked at
alucard again and saw that he didn't look nervous...just....confused. "anything wrong?"
she asked him in her best calming voice.
"Not in particular...I...I just..." Alucard could barely bring him to say what was
wrong."I have no idea what to do in here." "Oh!" said Seras who was rather relieved to know
it wasn't her fault. "well...One would probably start be looking at their menu." and
Alucard's ego dropped by about fifty percent. "oh....thank you." He recalled eating at
resteraunts a long time ago but he had simply assumed that the entire food-ordering process
was completely changed from when he'd last been to one.
Alucard gave his menu a quick goings over to check out the inventory and was once
again supriced to see that a vast majority of the food serve there was soup and that which
wasn't was still safe for vampiric consumption. Alucard glanced over his mnu stealily at
Seras, who was staring back at him. She blushed and went to the long and tedious matter
of deciding on a food to eat.
**************************************************************
Hey everyone!!! I'd like some more reviews! thanks to everyone hat's already talked...I'm
glad you like the story thus far...but where do you think it should go? send me some info
or whatever at joseph.casto@chartermi.net or just say it in your reviews....I'm curious to
know what you think. But so far it's gunna just go and progress where I think it should.
Ciao and peace out,
Joseph Casto