Of Blood And Boxes Ch.16
Of the Hunt
Joe Casto
Seras opened her eyes when she felt ground under her feet again. The black cloak dissipated and left her standing behind the back of a man in a black sweatshirt and a ski-mask, stalking an attractive woman with short brown hair and a briefcase, dressed as if she were coming home from work. She was with a young man of the age of about twenty, walking calmly down the street.
The man in black continued his pursuit. He was a large man with big, powerful arms that bulged against the fabric of his sweatshirt. Hot sweat trickled down the back of his neck, steaming from the cold and clumping in beads at the top of his neckline, a sharp contrast to the dark street he was on. His body was a mix of sharp turns and straight lines, as if he was but a rough sketch of a man. She could make out the individual blood vessels in his neck, black and blue, pulsing with life. She kept pace with him, making sure to be as silent as possible.
Alucard suddenly appeared behind her and whispered softly in her ear. "That man is a murderer and a rapist. Justice may be served not only in court, but with your fangs as well. This man does not deserve to live the rest of his life in a warm, soft prison cell." Seras gasped at what he was implying. She'd have never known he was a murderer by looking at him. He looked just like any other ordinary man.
Suddenly the boy who was with the woman turned around and spoke to the man. "May I help you?" he asked, wary of the situation. Victoria studied the boy. He wasn't twenty as she had originally thought, but only somewhere between fifteen and eighteen. His body, unlike the man, was made of curves. Even his face had a boyish curve to its jaw line, yet his eyes were intense and deep, as if they'd seen battle a thousand years before anyone else there, including Alucard. He was heavyset, yet determined, as if he'd go down fighting and spend his last breath to curse his killer and his family.
The man in black stopped walking, taken aback by his sudden discovery. He chuckled, a noise that sounded like sand paper grinding on stone, and took a few more steps forward. "Yes, little boy.you can help me. Why don't you go away for a bit so I may.speak.with your mother." He licked the woman with his eyes and spared a short glance for the young man.
The boy stepped in front of the woman, obviously infuriated. Seras could hear his adrenaline glands working and feel his heartbeat increase. The way the light played off the hair on his arms made a lightshow. He appeared covered in a glowing mist. "Why don't you just fuck off you giant halfwit!?" The boy practically screamed at the man in black.
The man in black pulled out a long, wicked-looking blade. "I really don't think you want a piece of this, boy." He said, glaring at the young man and advancing towards him.
Seras gasped, both at the boy's foolish confidence and the perverse nature of he man in black. Her bloodlust was setting in because she hadn't fed in several hours. Both of the men were looking nice now. One was soft, one hard. It was like steak against shrimp.She shook her head, clearing it of the thought. Only the Man in black had done something wrong. He would be her meal. She looked up at Alucard's darkened face, which was, in turn looking at her expectantly. He got a questioning look in response.
Suddenly, the boy lunged at the man in black, grabbing his knife hand in one hand and gauging out his left eye with the other. The woman screamed and the Man in black moaned in agony. He fell to his knees, dropping his knife and clutching the empty hole where his eye used to be. The boy continued towards the man, who had his eyes closed and was screaming madly. He pulled off the ski mask and grabbed the hair on the back of the man's head. Clutching the man's jaw in the other hand, he made a quick pushing and pulling motion, causing the man's screaming face to spin one-hundred- eighty degrees, immortalizing his face in an expression of utter agony.
Seras leaned forward, gasping heavily. She had not expected such a display of power from such a young man. Her eyes glowed and picked up every detail of the man's body. Her throat parched with thirst. She staggered towards the man, eager to sink her teeth into the still-warm skin of the corpse formerly known as the man in black.
"That's rather rude, isn't it?" the boy said, having been forgotten by Victoria. "That man was for mistress Bathory" He said, looking at the ground in shame. He brought his gaze up Seras' body, taking in her figure and paying special attention to her face. "I guess.if you really wanted him you could have him." He grinned widely and winked at her "She prefers live ones anyways." He blushed deeply and looked down at the street.
Alucard stepped forward, making his presence known. He resisted the urge to scold the boy for checking out Victoria, but he resisted. "Elizabeth Bathory I assume?
The young man hesitated, noticing the form of Alucard behind Seras' back. The Wall of Black Spoke to him as though he were a small dog. "Yeah..Yeah, that's her. How do you know the Baroness?" he asked, suddenly hesitant to give out anymore information than was necessary.
"Think of me as an old friend, cow." Alucard said, venom in his voice. He was getting upset at the maggot's mannerisms, regardless of how strong he might be for a human. He was one of the feeders from Elizabeth's clan, he could tell from the way he fought. He watched the young boy look at the ground and take a deep breath, trying to control his rage.
"Yessir, Master Guest." the young man replied, mindful of his tongue. Mrs. Bathory didn't appreciate it when guests came in a box, nor did she like them angry. "Follow me." He said, closely watching both of the vampires.
HEY! Sorry bout' the wait. I hope you like this chapter. For those of you who are History Buffs, Elizabeth Bathory is the real name of the Bloody Baroness. I hope you enjoy the chapters to come. Thanks for reading.
Seras opened her eyes when she felt ground under her feet again. The black cloak dissipated and left her standing behind the back of a man in a black sweatshirt and a ski-mask, stalking an attractive woman with short brown hair and a briefcase, dressed as if she were coming home from work. She was with a young man of the age of about twenty, walking calmly down the street.
The man in black continued his pursuit. He was a large man with big, powerful arms that bulged against the fabric of his sweatshirt. Hot sweat trickled down the back of his neck, steaming from the cold and clumping in beads at the top of his neckline, a sharp contrast to the dark street he was on. His body was a mix of sharp turns and straight lines, as if he was but a rough sketch of a man. She could make out the individual blood vessels in his neck, black and blue, pulsing with life. She kept pace with him, making sure to be as silent as possible.
Alucard suddenly appeared behind her and whispered softly in her ear. "That man is a murderer and a rapist. Justice may be served not only in court, but with your fangs as well. This man does not deserve to live the rest of his life in a warm, soft prison cell." Seras gasped at what he was implying. She'd have never known he was a murderer by looking at him. He looked just like any other ordinary man.
Suddenly the boy who was with the woman turned around and spoke to the man. "May I help you?" he asked, wary of the situation. Victoria studied the boy. He wasn't twenty as she had originally thought, but only somewhere between fifteen and eighteen. His body, unlike the man, was made of curves. Even his face had a boyish curve to its jaw line, yet his eyes were intense and deep, as if they'd seen battle a thousand years before anyone else there, including Alucard. He was heavyset, yet determined, as if he'd go down fighting and spend his last breath to curse his killer and his family.
The man in black stopped walking, taken aback by his sudden discovery. He chuckled, a noise that sounded like sand paper grinding on stone, and took a few more steps forward. "Yes, little boy.you can help me. Why don't you go away for a bit so I may.speak.with your mother." He licked the woman with his eyes and spared a short glance for the young man.
The boy stepped in front of the woman, obviously infuriated. Seras could hear his adrenaline glands working and feel his heartbeat increase. The way the light played off the hair on his arms made a lightshow. He appeared covered in a glowing mist. "Why don't you just fuck off you giant halfwit!?" The boy practically screamed at the man in black.
The man in black pulled out a long, wicked-looking blade. "I really don't think you want a piece of this, boy." He said, glaring at the young man and advancing towards him.
Seras gasped, both at the boy's foolish confidence and the perverse nature of he man in black. Her bloodlust was setting in because she hadn't fed in several hours. Both of the men were looking nice now. One was soft, one hard. It was like steak against shrimp.She shook her head, clearing it of the thought. Only the Man in black had done something wrong. He would be her meal. She looked up at Alucard's darkened face, which was, in turn looking at her expectantly. He got a questioning look in response.
Suddenly, the boy lunged at the man in black, grabbing his knife hand in one hand and gauging out his left eye with the other. The woman screamed and the Man in black moaned in agony. He fell to his knees, dropping his knife and clutching the empty hole where his eye used to be. The boy continued towards the man, who had his eyes closed and was screaming madly. He pulled off the ski mask and grabbed the hair on the back of the man's head. Clutching the man's jaw in the other hand, he made a quick pushing and pulling motion, causing the man's screaming face to spin one-hundred- eighty degrees, immortalizing his face in an expression of utter agony.
Seras leaned forward, gasping heavily. She had not expected such a display of power from such a young man. Her eyes glowed and picked up every detail of the man's body. Her throat parched with thirst. She staggered towards the man, eager to sink her teeth into the still-warm skin of the corpse formerly known as the man in black.
"That's rather rude, isn't it?" the boy said, having been forgotten by Victoria. "That man was for mistress Bathory" He said, looking at the ground in shame. He brought his gaze up Seras' body, taking in her figure and paying special attention to her face. "I guess.if you really wanted him you could have him." He grinned widely and winked at her "She prefers live ones anyways." He blushed deeply and looked down at the street.
Alucard stepped forward, making his presence known. He resisted the urge to scold the boy for checking out Victoria, but he resisted. "Elizabeth Bathory I assume?
The young man hesitated, noticing the form of Alucard behind Seras' back. The Wall of Black Spoke to him as though he were a small dog. "Yeah..Yeah, that's her. How do you know the Baroness?" he asked, suddenly hesitant to give out anymore information than was necessary.
"Think of me as an old friend, cow." Alucard said, venom in his voice. He was getting upset at the maggot's mannerisms, regardless of how strong he might be for a human. He was one of the feeders from Elizabeth's clan, he could tell from the way he fought. He watched the young boy look at the ground and take a deep breath, trying to control his rage.
"Yessir, Master Guest." the young man replied, mindful of his tongue. Mrs. Bathory didn't appreciate it when guests came in a box, nor did she like them angry. "Follow me." He said, closely watching both of the vampires.
HEY! Sorry bout' the wait. I hope you like this chapter. For those of you who are History Buffs, Elizabeth Bathory is the real name of the Bloody Baroness. I hope you enjoy the chapters to come. Thanks for reading.