What Alex lacks

The day had come when the Vatican finally contacted Alexander Anderson. It was only assumed that they wanted him back. It seemed there was a problem with the new freak injection. It was faster, stronger, easier to hide, and cheaper to make. And there were hundreds roaming around Italy for proof. Accordingly, it was not a good time to be in Italy. So when the call came for dear Alexander the Paladin Knight of the Vatican special forces ... he declined and insisted, most ironically, that he would just endanger all the humans in the area. And if there was nothing left but vampires in Italy, why fight? How long could they hold out? Not long. Actually the real reason for Alex's refusal was his desperate need for answers from the creature, Alucard. He didn't wish to return to work with that evil thing bothering him ... and more than anything else... her on his mind.

So the search continued. The intense and undeniable thirst for closure drew Anderson closer to his most despised enemy. The most un-damned into eternal hell fire enemy. As in... one of the few to encounter his powerful abilities given unto him by a strong God and not be sent to rot in a fiery pit of damnation. Most likely the only "living" enemy of Alexander ... and he stood watching Alex, fluttering behind his back as he formed from the dark shadows that surrounded Anderson's body. A sigh escaped his large and thin lips as he turned to face the creature in that lonely little park, cicadas still chirping even at this hour on their tree trunk homes. As usual the wind blew softly with a lovely little hum that whispered gently as if a tease upon the chilled skin of Alexander's strangely tan face. "WELL! Are you going to tell me what you did or will I have to destroy you now and ask questions later?"

"The latter sounds good and fun to me."

"You dick!"

"Well, I don't really think that is any of your business, priest. Especially because of how sodomy is frowned upon in the Vatican..."

"Shut yer mouth, Vampire!"

"Well, if you wanted answers why would you wish for me to shut my mouth?"

"You won't give me what I want anyway! I should kill you where you stand for your lies alone!"

"You're not going to find out anything with that attitude."

"I will find nothing from this world but pain!" And with that fury-filled scream he launched downward upon Alucard. But he caught only some dust and a bit of cloth on his blessed blade.

"Ooh. I'm going to have to have that shoulder fixed because of you. Do you know any good tailors?" He was obviously taunting the priest.

"Fine! If I can cut off your head ... again ... you will give me the information I long for?" Alex tried to negotiate for he knew damn well this creature was not so easy to despatch with nor to deal with. He would get no answers simply from threatening or batting his eyelashes and pouting. So with an amused expression on his face-- which described this creature well enough all of the time, amused with everything around him, for he was not really a part of it but just a laughing observer-- Alucard nodded slowly then faded away. He quickly reappeared behind Anderson. But within a blink, he had turned himself around so that he could make an impressive gash on his forearm. Alucard didn't seem to even notice. Another slice on his other arm and Alucard whirled around in a consuming whiff of smokey after affect, yet again behind Anderson's tall and gruff body. And the beautifully sculpted gun created just for Alucard was pointed at the priest's temple. "How about, Judas Priest," the last words were spat out like noxious gas or acidic piss. "I will tell you now ... I killed that little creature, cute as she was. I embedded a bullet into her forsaken skull. And she plummeted to the earth in ash! I just did the job you couldn't. I've got to admit ... that sure was weak. And I don't think you're worthy to fight me. Take care." And he disappeared into the growing fog. Doubt. Pain. Loss of meaning. Blasphemy. Self- betrayal. Ignorance. Regret. Suffering. Anderson's features flashed back and forth through such an assortment of emotions that he soon was overwhelmed with an intense pain in his thick chest and temples. He grabbed his skull, nails biting into his delicate flesh, ripping at his heart. Succumbing to the indescribable pain, the unspeakable and intangible illness of the mind, he fell to the ground, writhing and moaning.