Of Blood and boxes
ch.5: of devine conversation.
Joe Casto
disclaimer........why? I dunn ownz dis.....good enough.
Alucard sat forward in his chair, obviously enthralled in conversation. Seras,
in an attempt to make him feel less old, started talking about guns and was asking
him about the various ones around his room. Apparently, he was very proud of his
colection and all of them were custom models of one sort or another. she also leaned
forward and held her hand as if she was firing a pistol. she imagined the power
coursing down her arm's skeletal structure as the bullet launched out of it's pretty
little casing at above sonic speeds. That was always one of Seras' major peeves.
She missed power. And going out. the one thing in the world that made her angrier
than rapists was those prissy little hypocrytic cunts that dared to say they like
"sensitive guys". she appreciates a little sensitivity now and then. she always had,
but she just couldn't STAND those worthless hoes who'd talk about what a great guy
her boyfriend was and then start drooling at the next thing with two legs and a
sixpack. she really did like sensitive guys...and above all, she liked them powerful.
Not strong, per-se, but powerful, really powerful. she dated the fat kid in
class in high school. she was always the brainy one who'd look nice if she'd take her
glases off and use some hair spray....but she was still "uncool" enough that the
football guys wouldn't date her. So, she went with the fat guy. he wasn't ugly, he
wasn't mean, he only got angry when she diserved it, and didn't stay there for long,
and he was always great to talk to. He never wanted more, and he was always happy
with her. But she grew tired of that. they might be strong, but they lacked seriously
in the prescence department and she wanted higher expectations from others. so she
moved up when she moved elsewhere. she got contacts and a hair cut, she used expensive
hair products and makeup to make her better looking, but she had overshot.
she soon came to find that the preps and jocks were popular, true. but she
needed the kind of person who'd walk into a room and be noticed by everyone. Even if
they weren't friends with everyone. They're few and far-between, but she always found
her man.
Alucard, meanwhile, was looking nonchalantly at the door and watching very
carefully the moves of the young man who'd just walked in. He was about 6'5" with long
blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. His eyes were a hauntingly beautiful green, and
he bowed very low to the manager as he came to talk to him. The most interesting thing
about him was the tietack he was wearing. He bore the symbol on the Iscariot agency
and was carrying a bible in one hand and a cross in the other. It was about six inches
tall, three inches wide, and looked as though it could fold out or something of the
like. It was also made of silver, which merrited attention, but he was still
enraptured with his lovely companion.
Alucard gazed back to Seras, only to find her deep in thought. She sat forward
in her seat with her elbows on the table and she was staring at some intricate
stonework on a nearby marble column. Alucard took in her red hair and figure once
more. Her figure, though thin had it's assets beautifully displayed by the pose in
which she was sitting. He maneally slapped himself for being such a pervert. 'she's
just doing this to be nice', he thought. but he still couldn't help but to wonder what
she was thinking.
Seras thought about her opinion of men and how alucard stacked up. for a lack
of better words, he was off the charts. he was powerful, handsome, commanding, he
certainly had the presence, and he was intelligent enough....but...he didn't quite
meet up to her standards on sensitivity. He was a bit brutish, and he had a bad sense
of humor...but all in all he was a good guy...er...master. That was another thing.
She wasn't thinking of him as a master anymore. she thought of him as her superior,
but on the same overall level as her. If only she could ask him how to use her powers
she could be a good contribution to the team. She wouldn't feel weak anymore like she
had since the cheddar incident.
About that time their food arrived. It was carried by a female human this
time and she scurried out and placed it on the table quickly. as though she was scared
of growing a monsterous black member for some reason.....
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hey everybody! uhm...love ya! tell me what I'm doing wrong....I'm trying to makle the
chapters longer...Am I suceeding? please R+R thanks. Joe Casto
ch.5: of devine conversation.
Joe Casto
disclaimer........why? I dunn ownz dis.....good enough.
Alucard sat forward in his chair, obviously enthralled in conversation. Seras,
in an attempt to make him feel less old, started talking about guns and was asking
him about the various ones around his room. Apparently, he was very proud of his
colection and all of them were custom models of one sort or another. she also leaned
forward and held her hand as if she was firing a pistol. she imagined the power
coursing down her arm's skeletal structure as the bullet launched out of it's pretty
little casing at above sonic speeds. That was always one of Seras' major peeves.
She missed power. And going out. the one thing in the world that made her angrier
than rapists was those prissy little hypocrytic cunts that dared to say they like
"sensitive guys". she appreciates a little sensitivity now and then. she always had,
but she just couldn't STAND those worthless hoes who'd talk about what a great guy
her boyfriend was and then start drooling at the next thing with two legs and a
sixpack. she really did like sensitive guys...and above all, she liked them powerful.
Not strong, per-se, but powerful, really powerful. she dated the fat kid in
class in high school. she was always the brainy one who'd look nice if she'd take her
glases off and use some hair spray....but she was still "uncool" enough that the
football guys wouldn't date her. So, she went with the fat guy. he wasn't ugly, he
wasn't mean, he only got angry when she diserved it, and didn't stay there for long,
and he was always great to talk to. He never wanted more, and he was always happy
with her. But she grew tired of that. they might be strong, but they lacked seriously
in the prescence department and she wanted higher expectations from others. so she
moved up when she moved elsewhere. she got contacts and a hair cut, she used expensive
hair products and makeup to make her better looking, but she had overshot.
she soon came to find that the preps and jocks were popular, true. but she
needed the kind of person who'd walk into a room and be noticed by everyone. Even if
they weren't friends with everyone. They're few and far-between, but she always found
her man.
Alucard, meanwhile, was looking nonchalantly at the door and watching very
carefully the moves of the young man who'd just walked in. He was about 6'5" with long
blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. His eyes were a hauntingly beautiful green, and
he bowed very low to the manager as he came to talk to him. The most interesting thing
about him was the tietack he was wearing. He bore the symbol on the Iscariot agency
and was carrying a bible in one hand and a cross in the other. It was about six inches
tall, three inches wide, and looked as though it could fold out or something of the
like. It was also made of silver, which merrited attention, but he was still
enraptured with his lovely companion.
Alucard gazed back to Seras, only to find her deep in thought. She sat forward
in her seat with her elbows on the table and she was staring at some intricate
stonework on a nearby marble column. Alucard took in her red hair and figure once
more. Her figure, though thin had it's assets beautifully displayed by the pose in
which she was sitting. He maneally slapped himself for being such a pervert. 'she's
just doing this to be nice', he thought. but he still couldn't help but to wonder what
she was thinking.
Seras thought about her opinion of men and how alucard stacked up. for a lack
of better words, he was off the charts. he was powerful, handsome, commanding, he
certainly had the presence, and he was intelligent enough....but...he didn't quite
meet up to her standards on sensitivity. He was a bit brutish, and he had a bad sense
of humor...but all in all he was a good guy...er...master. That was another thing.
She wasn't thinking of him as a master anymore. she thought of him as her superior,
but on the same overall level as her. If only she could ask him how to use her powers
she could be a good contribution to the team. She wouldn't feel weak anymore like she
had since the cheddar incident.
About that time their food arrived. It was carried by a female human this
time and she scurried out and placed it on the table quickly. as though she was scared
of growing a monsterous black member for some reason.....
********************************************************************
hey everybody! uhm...love ya! tell me what I'm doing wrong....I'm trying to makle the
chapters longer...Am I suceeding? please R+R thanks. Joe Casto