ch. 4 Of blood and boxes. Of eating.
Joe Casto
Disclaimer: I don't own Hellsing once again....actually, Just apply this to all of my
frikkin stories because I DON'T OWN HELLSING! okay? good. Who thought of this shit
anyways...it's annoying. So....yadda yadda yadda, enjoy the show....I don't own
Hellsing...not even a little bit...not even at all...*sniff*
Ch. 4: Of eating.
Alucard stared at his menu with great interest. In all of his thousands of years of
existence he'd never seen anything like it. soup, steak, lots of drinks, more soup...all
made of blood. It's one thing to be safe for vampiric consumption....a vampire can eat damn
near anything, but it's another to actually be food for a vampre. Alucard stared at the
soup selection and he decided on the standard "soup", and wine....it had been a while
since he'd had wine. He recalled the last time he'd had it.
As a vampire, everthing needs to be an experience. If you live forever, and you only
cherish the big things, your life's going to be pretty boring and your eternal exisetnce
shall be nothing but an endless hell of nothing. He decided a while ago that that's the
reason Vampires are so sensitive, they feel everything much more than a human, and thus
every experience can be more entertaining. for instance, wine is just a drink to most
humans. There are a few, however, that can appreciate it more than most. Still, even these
few are only somewhat acquainted with thw wine itsself. A vampire....when it tastes
wine...it can smell the vinyard, feel the tension of the age and taste the warmpth of the
sun upon it's leaves...that is the difference in sense between a human and a no life king.
That is, of course, but a small example of the higher senses of the nosferatu.
Another for instance is the fact that, despite his deep reveree he picked up on a third
heartbeat approaching. He looked up from his menu to see a termbeling young man in the
resteraunt's uniform.
"uhm...he...hello!" said the young man. he was obviously human and not very good
looking at that. Even he, who was scared out of his wits was still nasty enough to take a
quick glance at Alucard's partner's 'assets". This did not go unnoticed by either party and,
needless to say, did not please the no life king. Thus, as a small prank, he let a bit of
magic slither out of his sleeve and onto the table.
This magic, as do most of hs smaller spells, took the form of a thin tendril. It
slithered onto the table and under a napkin, and went unnoticed by and of the three
involved. Alucard decided to have a bit of fun and kept careful control of the 'snake'
while ordering his meal. he had it go down the side of the table opposite to that which the
young man was standing at and made it go under the table and out the other side.
Rich didn't ask to be a waiter. He was simply a student at the London college of
engineering and happened to work at a stylish resteraunt for vampires. He had no idea why,
but he had been called upon to wait on what was quite possibly the largest mark of his
serving career. This "Alucard" was supposed to be the most powerful vampire in the world,
and Rich was completely new to the job. Unfortunately, the manager had made him do the
waiting, as their table was in his desegnated section, and Rich wouldn't let anything stop
him......especially after he laid eyes on the vampire lord's company.
5'9", Red eyes, strawberry blonde hair......she was perfect. this was of course
leaving out her like 54" bust and thin waist. He took an innocent glance and began to take
the couple's orders. "he....hello." he said as he approached the table. He added in a
stutter so as to seem small and timid. He found it gave the coustomer's egos a boost when
they thought they scared him. The nosferatu ordered two soups, and two glasses of wine;
red of course. Dave then suddenly noticed a small...almost...airy feeling at the bottom of
his leg and he looked down to see what the problem was. He saw nothing immediately the
matter except for the fact that a small, black string was attached to his shoe.
He didn't bother reaching down to grab it, he did suppose it would give him a
chance to see up the hottie's skirt, but he thought better of it. one does not ,after all,
mess around with the date of a no life king. He bid them adeau and turned on his heel, a
signature move of his, and started to walk away. He felt a small sneaking sensation on his
leg, and contunued walking, but averting his course to the bathroom so he could investigate.
he then felt a breeze on his genitals, which could only be causd by his fly coming unzipped.
He looked down to see what the deal was, and met eye to eye with a black dog, who seemed
to be made of smoke, staring right back at him. It's not everyday one is on this situation,
so he just stood there for a bit. The dog seemed to grin at him and then it did an about
face, and bit into a table ten feet away.
Meanwhile Alucard leaned back in his chair and cackled like a madman. He had been
watchind with interest as his minor farmilliar had burst out of the waiter's pants like
some berserk and twinsted version of his member and stared him in the face. Alucard then
had it dive dackward and bite onto some woman's table who'd stared at him meanly earlier.
The beast dissappeared in a thin wave of mist and left the man there to collapse on his
knees and wonder about what he'd done whrng and why he'd gone commando that day.
Seras giggled demurely and covered her sharp, pearly teeth with one of her hands
in a most elegant fashion as she watched the pervert get off the groung and dive into the
kitchen. then she sat back in her seat to chat with the master.
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see? I TOLD you it would get worse! but I really liked this chapter. I hope you did too.
anyways...uhm...review and tell me what I'm doing wrong. I love to hear from you guys and I
really like people telling me about how they like or dislike my stories. please do! see ya
next time on of blood and boxes. also...i think it's kinda nifth but I'd like to get some
e-mails telling me..or suggesting rather , where i should take the story. I'd like some
opinions and such so write me! I'll tell ya when I decide I want you to stop. lol. ciao.
oh...I''m joseph.casto@chartermi.net have fun.
Joe Casto
Disclaimer: I don't own Hellsing once again....actually, Just apply this to all of my
frikkin stories because I DON'T OWN HELLSING! okay? good. Who thought of this shit
anyways...it's annoying. So....yadda yadda yadda, enjoy the show....I don't own
Hellsing...not even a little bit...not even at all...*sniff*
Ch. 4: Of eating.
Alucard stared at his menu with great interest. In all of his thousands of years of
existence he'd never seen anything like it. soup, steak, lots of drinks, more soup...all
made of blood. It's one thing to be safe for vampiric consumption....a vampire can eat damn
near anything, but it's another to actually be food for a vampre. Alucard stared at the
soup selection and he decided on the standard "soup", and wine....it had been a while
since he'd had wine. He recalled the last time he'd had it.
As a vampire, everthing needs to be an experience. If you live forever, and you only
cherish the big things, your life's going to be pretty boring and your eternal exisetnce
shall be nothing but an endless hell of nothing. He decided a while ago that that's the
reason Vampires are so sensitive, they feel everything much more than a human, and thus
every experience can be more entertaining. for instance, wine is just a drink to most
humans. There are a few, however, that can appreciate it more than most. Still, even these
few are only somewhat acquainted with thw wine itsself. A vampire....when it tastes
wine...it can smell the vinyard, feel the tension of the age and taste the warmpth of the
sun upon it's leaves...that is the difference in sense between a human and a no life king.
That is, of course, but a small example of the higher senses of the nosferatu.
Another for instance is the fact that, despite his deep reveree he picked up on a third
heartbeat approaching. He looked up from his menu to see a termbeling young man in the
resteraunt's uniform.
"uhm...he...hello!" said the young man. he was obviously human and not very good
looking at that. Even he, who was scared out of his wits was still nasty enough to take a
quick glance at Alucard's partner's 'assets". This did not go unnoticed by either party and,
needless to say, did not please the no life king. Thus, as a small prank, he let a bit of
magic slither out of his sleeve and onto the table.
This magic, as do most of hs smaller spells, took the form of a thin tendril. It
slithered onto the table and under a napkin, and went unnoticed by and of the three
involved. Alucard decided to have a bit of fun and kept careful control of the 'snake'
while ordering his meal. he had it go down the side of the table opposite to that which the
young man was standing at and made it go under the table and out the other side.
Rich didn't ask to be a waiter. He was simply a student at the London college of
engineering and happened to work at a stylish resteraunt for vampires. He had no idea why,
but he had been called upon to wait on what was quite possibly the largest mark of his
serving career. This "Alucard" was supposed to be the most powerful vampire in the world,
and Rich was completely new to the job. Unfortunately, the manager had made him do the
waiting, as their table was in his desegnated section, and Rich wouldn't let anything stop
him......especially after he laid eyes on the vampire lord's company.
5'9", Red eyes, strawberry blonde hair......she was perfect. this was of course
leaving out her like 54" bust and thin waist. He took an innocent glance and began to take
the couple's orders. "he....hello." he said as he approached the table. He added in a
stutter so as to seem small and timid. He found it gave the coustomer's egos a boost when
they thought they scared him. The nosferatu ordered two soups, and two glasses of wine;
red of course. Dave then suddenly noticed a small...almost...airy feeling at the bottom of
his leg and he looked down to see what the problem was. He saw nothing immediately the
matter except for the fact that a small, black string was attached to his shoe.
He didn't bother reaching down to grab it, he did suppose it would give him a
chance to see up the hottie's skirt, but he thought better of it. one does not ,after all,
mess around with the date of a no life king. He bid them adeau and turned on his heel, a
signature move of his, and started to walk away. He felt a small sneaking sensation on his
leg, and contunued walking, but averting his course to the bathroom so he could investigate.
he then felt a breeze on his genitals, which could only be causd by his fly coming unzipped.
He looked down to see what the deal was, and met eye to eye with a black dog, who seemed
to be made of smoke, staring right back at him. It's not everyday one is on this situation,
so he just stood there for a bit. The dog seemed to grin at him and then it did an about
face, and bit into a table ten feet away.
Meanwhile Alucard leaned back in his chair and cackled like a madman. He had been
watchind with interest as his minor farmilliar had burst out of the waiter's pants like
some berserk and twinsted version of his member and stared him in the face. Alucard then
had it dive dackward and bite onto some woman's table who'd stared at him meanly earlier.
The beast dissappeared in a thin wave of mist and left the man there to collapse on his
knees and wonder about what he'd done whrng and why he'd gone commando that day.
Seras giggled demurely and covered her sharp, pearly teeth with one of her hands
in a most elegant fashion as she watched the pervert get off the groung and dive into the
kitchen. then she sat back in her seat to chat with the master.
*************************************************************************************
see? I TOLD you it would get worse! but I really liked this chapter. I hope you did too.
anyways...uhm...review and tell me what I'm doing wrong. I love to hear from you guys and I
really like people telling me about how they like or dislike my stories. please do! see ya
next time on of blood and boxes. also...i think it's kinda nifth but I'd like to get some
e-mails telling me..or suggesting rather , where i should take the story. I'd like some
opinions and such so write me! I'll tell ya when I decide I want you to stop. lol. ciao.
oh...I''m joseph.casto@chartermi.net have fun.