Of Blood and Boxes Ch. 8
Of draws
I am SORRY AS HELL about it taking so long for this
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come out. I was on a "vacation"..yeah...it sucked btwfyilol..okay. And I
need to lay off da octane.
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Alucard was staring at various points of Father David's anatomy. Father Johnson was off to his left and he could barely hear the soft thud of Gucci-shoe on carpet about fifty feet behind him and to his left. Father Johnson looked up to whatever was going on behind him and He took this opportunity to strike.
He whipped his gun from its imaginary holster and made a beeline for Father David. He shot four times and punted, then turning in midair, kicking the other guy square in the chest. The other guy flew through the air and crashed into a wall. Alucard heard the enormous crash he'd been expecting and then headed for the priest who was getting acquainted with the wall.
'Oh...I got her now' thought Phayde. He proceeded towards her as quietly as he could, his shoes making soft thuds, despite his efforts. He drew his wire from his right sleeve. He then pounced, attempting to push his chest against Sera's Back to keep her from wriggling, but to his surprise, before he could reach her, she swung under the rail and shot him in the kneecaps. He fell, completely forgetting about his wire. He also soon found he was in a great deal of pain.
Seras had only noticed him because of the hardwood floor. Two loud thunks let her know someone was behind her and approaching rapidly. She waited until she thought he was about to spring off, which was what she knew he would do. That's just the way one uses garrote wire. At that point she did a simple maneuver from one of the Gymnastics classes her mom made her take as a kid. She swung under the bar and shot out his kneecaps while he was in mid-air. He, of course, fell. She then continued her swing and stood up, adjusting her dress, and watching her nearly helpless target wiggle around on the floor towards a funny-looking silver cross he'd dropped. She walked over and got to it first, tucking it into her thigh holster, and turned back to her victim, who was apparently human because he wasn't regenerating, and he was screaming curses and bible verses at her, as well as making a feeble attempt to stand up. She approached him quickly, grabbing his head by a lock of golden hair, which made a wonderful handle, and torqued his head up, while stepping on his left hand with her needle heel. He screamed and flailed his right arm, trying to hit her, but failed, instead only making himself look like a fish that was being cooked alive. She wrenched his head even further up, causing the bones in the back of his hand to break, and was about to ask him something when she heard the first of Alucard's shots. She could tell they were his as his was the only one loud enough to make paintings fall off the walls. She watched the fight unfold in utter fascination, enthralled with the power and majesty of a level five vampire. Alucard ran at the priest on his right, blowing off his arms and legs as he went. The Priest had pulled out another one of those odd crosses, but with his arms gone, it didn't really help much. Alucard, much to her surprise, kept running at the first priest, and kicked him in the air as he fell down because of his lack of legs the Priest soared through the air and crashed through the only window in the room. He used the momentum from his first kick to twist around and launch a horse kick at the second priest, who was sent screaming towards the wall behind him. She stared as Alucard approached him, tearing a sharp chink of a leg off of one of the mahogany chairs, and an entire leg off of another. He threw the wooden stake at the priest, impaling him and causing him to be pinned to the wall. Alucard then picked up the cross the first one had dropped. He undid the cross as he'd seen Phayde do it, and continued to approach his opponent.
About that time, Seras' target had just torn his hand out from under her heel, leaving half of his hand behind. Seras Picked Him up by the hair and slammed him, face-first into the pole she'd been sitting on. He dropped his hand again and she stomped on it again, much to his dismay. She slammed his face into the bar a few more times and asked him to his bloody, mutilated face "What are you doing here?" He replied with a garbled mix of Latin and English prayers. She got off of his hand.If you could call it that, and picked him up, in an oddly humane action, and sat him down on the bar, supporting him as he stared blankly in the direction he was facing, which was away from her. His right hand, though intact, did nothing but twitch. She concluded, correctly, that he was no longer a threat to her, and leaned against the bar beside him. She looked up at his blood covered face and leaned towards him. "I...I'm sorry." She said with all the voice she could muster. He was a handsome man before she'd beaten the shit out of him. 'Oh well.' She thought. 'I WAS a cop.' she thought with a smile. She looked over to Alucard and took a deep breath through her nose and collapsed on her knees and shuddered. Alucard approached his target, appraising him as he tried to pull the stake out of his stomach. He looked at his feet, normal. He looked at his abdomen, normal. He stared at the hole in his chest. It was bleeding. He stared at his face. Something wasn't right. He came forward and pushed the Priest's upper lip up and stared at his mouth. He had fangs. "What is a monster doing working with Iscariot?" he asked, an air of amusement in his voice. The priest spit at him." MONSTER? I AM NO MONSTER! I HAVE REDEEMED MYSELF IN THE EYES OF GOD!!!!! I have let him come into my soul and saturate this body which was previously devoted to SI" Alucard hit him on top of the head with one of the sides of the pickaxe/cross. Father Johnson went limp and was dead. Alucard turned over to Seras and caught the strongest whiff of blood he'd ever encountered. His pupils dilated, his fangs extended to fullest, he felt compelled to go towards the comatose boy sitting on the rail. He resisted and went for Seras instead. She was holding herself up on the bar and Breathing heavily. Her face was flushed and her chest, from what Alucard could see of it, was a pale pink. It was heaving in and out due to her increased breathing. She let out a whimper and fell to the floor, curling up into a ball. Alucard Stared at her for a moment and realized she was in the deepest state of bloodlust he'd ever seen. If the scent of blood could have that strong of an effect on him, imagine what it would do to a novice? He hopped the rail and looked t the boy's face. With a vague sense of horror he realized that it was the same boy who'd killed almost all of the Vampires. It was the boy with the haunting green eyes. He reached into his inner shirt pocket and pulled his Wallet. It had all of his information in it and an Iscariot access card. His Name was Phayeduel. That's all it said, there was no driver's license, just a credit card, an access card, and a picture of himself. Alucard Thought about the situation and figured out that Seras had just taken down a level three threat. That was..substantial. Amazing even, perhaps. He looked down to the moaning, squirming lump on the floor and said "good girl Seras, Masterfully done." He shot Phayde in the head, Picked up Seras, and walked through the open door. So.what did you think? I WANT MORE REVIEWS! Please? I'm not gunna threaten you that I won't write any more or anything, but I'd like some more.please? I appreciate the comments and criticism of you who HAVE reviewed and thanks for reading, those who haven't. I'm sort of out of Ideas, so I welcome you all to help me think of shit to do to these two. Thanks Joe.
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Alucard was staring at various points of Father David's anatomy. Father Johnson was off to his left and he could barely hear the soft thud of Gucci-shoe on carpet about fifty feet behind him and to his left. Father Johnson looked up to whatever was going on behind him and He took this opportunity to strike.
He whipped his gun from its imaginary holster and made a beeline for Father David. He shot four times and punted, then turning in midair, kicking the other guy square in the chest. The other guy flew through the air and crashed into a wall. Alucard heard the enormous crash he'd been expecting and then headed for the priest who was getting acquainted with the wall.
'Oh...I got her now' thought Phayde. He proceeded towards her as quietly as he could, his shoes making soft thuds, despite his efforts. He drew his wire from his right sleeve. He then pounced, attempting to push his chest against Sera's Back to keep her from wriggling, but to his surprise, before he could reach her, she swung under the rail and shot him in the kneecaps. He fell, completely forgetting about his wire. He also soon found he was in a great deal of pain.
Seras had only noticed him because of the hardwood floor. Two loud thunks let her know someone was behind her and approaching rapidly. She waited until she thought he was about to spring off, which was what she knew he would do. That's just the way one uses garrote wire. At that point she did a simple maneuver from one of the Gymnastics classes her mom made her take as a kid. She swung under the bar and shot out his kneecaps while he was in mid-air. He, of course, fell. She then continued her swing and stood up, adjusting her dress, and watching her nearly helpless target wiggle around on the floor towards a funny-looking silver cross he'd dropped. She walked over and got to it first, tucking it into her thigh holster, and turned back to her victim, who was apparently human because he wasn't regenerating, and he was screaming curses and bible verses at her, as well as making a feeble attempt to stand up. She approached him quickly, grabbing his head by a lock of golden hair, which made a wonderful handle, and torqued his head up, while stepping on his left hand with her needle heel. He screamed and flailed his right arm, trying to hit her, but failed, instead only making himself look like a fish that was being cooked alive. She wrenched his head even further up, causing the bones in the back of his hand to break, and was about to ask him something when she heard the first of Alucard's shots. She could tell they were his as his was the only one loud enough to make paintings fall off the walls. She watched the fight unfold in utter fascination, enthralled with the power and majesty of a level five vampire. Alucard ran at the priest on his right, blowing off his arms and legs as he went. The Priest had pulled out another one of those odd crosses, but with his arms gone, it didn't really help much. Alucard, much to her surprise, kept running at the first priest, and kicked him in the air as he fell down because of his lack of legs the Priest soared through the air and crashed through the only window in the room. He used the momentum from his first kick to twist around and launch a horse kick at the second priest, who was sent screaming towards the wall behind him. She stared as Alucard approached him, tearing a sharp chink of a leg off of one of the mahogany chairs, and an entire leg off of another. He threw the wooden stake at the priest, impaling him and causing him to be pinned to the wall. Alucard then picked up the cross the first one had dropped. He undid the cross as he'd seen Phayde do it, and continued to approach his opponent.
About that time, Seras' target had just torn his hand out from under her heel, leaving half of his hand behind. Seras Picked Him up by the hair and slammed him, face-first into the pole she'd been sitting on. He dropped his hand again and she stomped on it again, much to his dismay. She slammed his face into the bar a few more times and asked him to his bloody, mutilated face "What are you doing here?" He replied with a garbled mix of Latin and English prayers. She got off of his hand.If you could call it that, and picked him up, in an oddly humane action, and sat him down on the bar, supporting him as he stared blankly in the direction he was facing, which was away from her. His right hand, though intact, did nothing but twitch. She concluded, correctly, that he was no longer a threat to her, and leaned against the bar beside him. She looked up at his blood covered face and leaned towards him. "I...I'm sorry." She said with all the voice she could muster. He was a handsome man before she'd beaten the shit out of him. 'Oh well.' She thought. 'I WAS a cop.' she thought with a smile. She looked over to Alucard and took a deep breath through her nose and collapsed on her knees and shuddered. Alucard approached his target, appraising him as he tried to pull the stake out of his stomach. He looked at his feet, normal. He looked at his abdomen, normal. He stared at the hole in his chest. It was bleeding. He stared at his face. Something wasn't right. He came forward and pushed the Priest's upper lip up and stared at his mouth. He had fangs. "What is a monster doing working with Iscariot?" he asked, an air of amusement in his voice. The priest spit at him." MONSTER? I AM NO MONSTER! I HAVE REDEEMED MYSELF IN THE EYES OF GOD!!!!! I have let him come into my soul and saturate this body which was previously devoted to SI" Alucard hit him on top of the head with one of the sides of the pickaxe/cross. Father Johnson went limp and was dead. Alucard turned over to Seras and caught the strongest whiff of blood he'd ever encountered. His pupils dilated, his fangs extended to fullest, he felt compelled to go towards the comatose boy sitting on the rail. He resisted and went for Seras instead. She was holding herself up on the bar and Breathing heavily. Her face was flushed and her chest, from what Alucard could see of it, was a pale pink. It was heaving in and out due to her increased breathing. She let out a whimper and fell to the floor, curling up into a ball. Alucard Stared at her for a moment and realized she was in the deepest state of bloodlust he'd ever seen. If the scent of blood could have that strong of an effect on him, imagine what it would do to a novice? He hopped the rail and looked t the boy's face. With a vague sense of horror he realized that it was the same boy who'd killed almost all of the Vampires. It was the boy with the haunting green eyes. He reached into his inner shirt pocket and pulled his Wallet. It had all of his information in it and an Iscariot access card. His Name was Phayeduel. That's all it said, there was no driver's license, just a credit card, an access card, and a picture of himself. Alucard Thought about the situation and figured out that Seras had just taken down a level three threat. That was..substantial. Amazing even, perhaps. He looked down to the moaning, squirming lump on the floor and said "good girl Seras, Masterfully done." He shot Phayde in the head, Picked up Seras, and walked through the open door. So.what did you think? I WANT MORE REVIEWS! Please? I'm not gunna threaten you that I won't write any more or anything, but I'd like some more.please? I appreciate the comments and criticism of you who HAVE reviewed and thanks for reading, those who haven't. I'm sort of out of Ideas, so I welcome you all to help me think of shit to do to these two. Thanks Joe.