Me: (cracks fingers) man, toughy, I'm trying to wrap up the story but to many want me to keep going...
Ty: Feelin loved yet?
Me: (nods) hell ya, I feel very loved with all the feedback I'm getting, so to be nice to you all, another chapter! (grins) so enjoy!
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"Whoa..." Seras and Zuranna stood there by the docks edge where the cleared plot of land rested from the burned down Star Spangled. Within the giant river was many small boats covered in hundreds of flittering lights, be it colored to white. Zuranna smiling gently sat down on the wooden dock and with a deep breath passing her lips, watched the boats drift by as Seras timidly sat down beside the American undead queen with her own eyes watching the dazzling sights. "it's beautiful isn't it... I had forgotten the human holiday Christmas was coming near, this war has really made me nearly forget everything else other then to protect our kind." The queen murmured as she sighed softly. Seras smiling sadly, watched the ships with distant eyes. "Christmas..." hearing her faded and sorrow filled voice, Zuranna blinking looked over at her friend with concerned red eyes. "Seras?"
Seras with a weak sound passing her lips, felt the tears rise as she heard the woman's screams in her mind. The gunshots. Burying her face swiftly into her hands, the new undead queen's body shook. "Seras... what is it... what's wrong?" Zuranna asked as she put a comforting hand onto Seras's trembling left shoulder. Gaining herself ever so slight, Seras taking a shaky breath, let it out slowly as she kept her face in her hands. Zuranna narrowing her eyes, gave a slow sigh "Bad memories of the oncoming holiday?" the American questioned with a low voice. Gaining no voice, Zuranna saw Seras's head nod ever so slight. With a shaky watery laugh, the girl looking up had red tears brim her eyes as she watched the ships drift by. "care to talk about it?" Zuranna asked as she kept her hand on her friends shoulder.
The girl sighing brushed the blood tears away on her coat sleeve. "just... memories... of when I was human... excuse me..." With a hasty rising to her feet, Seras fled from the docks at a swift speed leaving Zuranna rising to her own feet with a very lost and worried look on her face. "Seras... wait, what's wrong, please!" Yet, Zuranna sighing watched the darkness the girl had disappeared within. Feeling the dark aura consume any cheerfulness from the surrounding air, Zuranna turning sharply to the side locked her red eyes onto another set of red pools that danced wickedly. With a cruel grin upon his lips, Alucard stared at the near glaring American. "clearly you know what's plaguing her mind... do tell Dracula." The woman spoke with a dark serious tone in her words.
Alucard watching her, gave a faint shrug of his broad shoulders as he bore his blazing red eyes on her still. "human memories are pointless to keep." The man crooned as he with his hands hanging lazily hanging on either side of his body, Alucard slowly turning began to walk off in the direction Seras had fled. "Alucard... fine... don't inform me... but one question dear old bat... I heard you talking a few nights back on that battle field... did I hear correct, did you say Carmila?" that made Alucard stop but he kept his back turned to the serious looking Zuranna as a nearby street light flickered in the distance by a dark alleyway.
Seeing she got his attention, Zuranna smiled ever so slight past the wall of her emotionless stare. "Do tell... was it the aid of that woman who helped bring Seras back... I know you need one in either worlds to bring back a immortal soul." The queen spoke softly as she stood tall by the docks edge with a few boats lathered in twinkling lights, float by. "what did you say to your former queen Alucard?" Zuranna's voice turned fully soft as her gaze softened while she continued to watch the very first of all vampires. The man's shoulders shook ever so slight as a dark chuckle rumbled through his body. "What I said... I told that human she was a useless being. Incompetent. With her soul gone, it merely leaves another space open for another soul... Now if I may go onward, good evening American." With Alucard's voice sneering the last few words, he went on his way once more.
Zuranna blinking, sighed softly as the words sank in "well whatever old bat, but please take care of her." As Zuranna spoke, a dark laugh erupted from the man's body and mutating into a huge noise of chattering voices... black giant bats flew into the night snow filled sky. Watching his body or rather bodies fade from sight as well, the American giving a disgruntled grumble, headed off for the catacombs. One she wanted to go see Donovan after so many years of being apart, and two, to see if Integra knew anything of Seras's sudden cause of bitter sorrow.
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Golden red eyes watched her from the shadows as a glint shined within. With knuckles cracking from the grip tightening, a nearby orange street light made two metal bayonets shimmer with a murderous purpose. "Are you planning on attacking anyone with those?" Anderson jumping, swung around hard as he saw a man with a black coat baring crosses on his lower arms, stand there with a lazy stance with no sign of any defense up, or a sign he didn't need any. Golden red eyes met golden red eyes, one set filled with defense and anger while the other grinned with mere amusement. Anderson gripped his weapons tighter as he narrowed his gaze, he realized who this was. "yer the bloody American undead king." Anderson growled baring his new set of fangs to the man with a calm expression on his slender face, his form having yet to take any other signs then amusement.
Donovan grinning slightly nodded "I am... and you are who... ah yes, Alexander Anderson, I can't forget your scent, you tasted very good, but no it was like that because of your corrupt blood." His voice was even light and filled with amusement as he continued to watched Anderson who was festering in his growing rage. "Damn you!" Anderson lunged with bayonets raised... metal screamed and the father fell back hard with wide eyes as the man before him no longer amused, bore very hard and cold eyes. His lips turned into a slow cruel smirk as within his half raised heft hand, both bayonet blades that had been shattered a few inches from the base. "those weapons may be sharp and effective to lesser vampires, but they are hardly a threat to me or my ally Dracula... now be a good little boy..." dropping the shattered blades to the ground, Donovan lifted his fully opened hand right in the direction of Anderson who fell back. "... an run away like one!" Anderson yelled loudly yet his yell turned higher pitched as he falling back, struggled to keep a shirt over his body as he shrank, not just in size, but in general age!
Donovan losing his supposed 'cool' began to outright laugh as a very bewildered and frightened five year old Anderson grabbing merely his to large clothing into his stubby little arms. With only his undershirt covering his little body, the child Father of Paladin turned and tried to flee yet... with a startled cry and eyes going wide. The young Anderson tripped heavily on his too large shirt, sending him crashing into the snow covered ground smacking the pavement hidden underneath with a loud crash. Lifting his shocked face from the snow, Anderson's eyes went wide and with a loud sniff and tears filling his eyes... the boy began to bawl loudly.
Donovan silencing his laughter watched the weeping boy as he weakly curling into a tight ball huddling in the gathering of his clothing, wept loudly. Six hundred years back, he could have cared less of the weeping boy slayer, but... the man sighing, grumbled as he rubbing his eyes watched the boy weep. With his queen expecting, his own emotions were changing, making him become more like a human... no that wasn't right. He was becoming more like that of a father. Rubbing his eyes, Donovan gave in. "Quiet boy..." heading over, the man kneeling beside the sniffling Anderson, looked down at the big tear filled golden red eyes of the short blond haired boy.
Donovan smiled gently and nodded "you needn't be afraid... god only knows why I'm suddenly treating you with kindness... I should just kill you on the spot.. oh shi... please, stop crying!" Donovan spoke with wide eyes as Anderson hearing his words, began to bawl loudly and grip the clothing tightly for comfort. watching him cry, Donovan giving a hefty sigh, rang his fingers through his tied back black hair. "Jesus... I really hope I'm not going to be a bad father... no... uh.. um... ah here, see this?" grabbing a bunch of snow between his hands, Donovan clumping it together began to roll it on the ground letting it grow. Anderson's tears were forgotten as he watched. Seeing this, Donovan smiled with relief both in his eyes and upon his lips. "See... it's a snowball... oh... are you... hungry?" Donovan asked with a raised eyebrow as with a single finger tip in his mouth, Anderson whose stomach gurgled, gave a small cute nod of his blond head.
Donovan smiling gently nodded as he rested the snowball behind him as to not upset Anderson "alright then... fine... let us find you something to eat... shall we?" rising to his feet like a lazy feline, Donovan watched the boy feebly rise to his own two feet and with the clothing in his tiny arms, watched Donovan with big round child eyes. Mentally bashing his skull into a wall, Donovan smiled at the mini Anderson. "Alright... all set then... shall we?" and with that spoken, both Donovan with a very odd look on his face and Anderson following the vampire like a lost puppy, they headed off to find the little runt some food... and as they did so, Donovan preyed to the stars above the clouds that this little spell of his would wear off very soon. The American eyeing the little boy who was one tough slayer, Donovan gave a weary sigh, he should have just killed him. With hands stuffed in his pockets and shoulders hunched forward, Donovan went on his way with a look of utter annoyance on his features as a uneasy mini Anderson followed after.
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Anderson: ... (sticks tongue out)
Donovan: (cackling in the background)
Me: (grins) I had to, I mean come on... chibi Anderson!
Everyone else: ... (sweatdrop)
Me: (blinks) What? It's funny! So, more to come, I always promise that, but do to, shall I truly keep going? And what do you all think of Anderson chibi self? (grins) reviews peeps, and more to come, till then, ciao!