Me: Alrighty, another week, and another chapter... though already I know I'm leaving this at a bad spot and probably won't be able to do anything new until after this week being a holiday and I'm very sick with a bad head cold. (sniffs)
Zuranna: (inches away)
Me:... why are you inching away, you're a undead, you won't get sick.
Zuranna: (grins) Yes, but aren't you as well? I don't want to risk it...
Me: (sneezes) God damn cold, this is what I get going out in the sunlight... bleh... well, as promised, here's more for you fans of darkness! (grins)
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Claws as large as small cars lifted from the muddy grounds spilling mud all around as the dragons those claws belonged to snapped forth and bellowing flames onto its chosen victims. Blood flew forth like crimson flags making the pouring rain a near mix of both water and red elixir of life. Scrambling and slipping about lathered in both blood and rain, ran a lone brown wolf with a near scrawny form. With his tongue lolled out on his muddy lower jaw, the wolf's golden eyes snapped all around searching with a purpose. Not to fight, but trying seek out someone. A loud yelp screamed past his jaws of blood encrusted teeth as mud splashing upwards, parted into the pouring rain. Skidding his paws into the sloshing mud, the wolf shaking his head vigorously to clear his eyes of the mud, peered forward and went rigid.
The dragon's body no more then the size of a bus was the cause of the violent wave of blood soaked mud from it crashing down. The wolf standing there tall was frozen with shock of the mutilated body before him. With scales soaked in both blood and mud, there body was mangled beyond near recognition from a wave of bullets. The dragon's head was no where to be seen from the neck that was no more then a stump of oozing flesh, blood and convulsing muscles.
With a loud whine passing his jaws, the wolf swiftly leaping over the twitching body of a former ally, skidded hard on his landing in the mud. Hot searing pain slammed through the wolf left forearm causing the creature's jaws to part, eyes to go wide as his legs buckling, curled under. Crashing hard into the muddy ground, the wolf whimpering couldn't move. With weak golden eyes, a disgruntled cry left his jaws as he saw the bleeding stump as nearby like a mere twig covered in mud sticking from the ground... rested his entire left forearm. Hearing the advancing form, the wolf's ears ever so slightly perking up.
Without even tempting to move his form, his golden eyes that dimmed with the spark of life, peered forward at the advancing pair of mud covered shoes. With the cool breeze whispering past his nose, the wolf taking in a deep breath, began to close his eyes as his ears went limp on either side of his head. It was a Vatican slayer with a gun just fired a few seconds ago... He was going to die... but at least he went out with- "TY!" hearing the woman's voice turn from that of a human to a bellowing howl. Ty's ears remaining limp, the wolf snapped his eyes open just to see and hear the blond yellow wolf covered more in blood then anything else, strike viciously and violently the Vatican slayer. To dazed and loss of blood, Ty's focus blurred as Sorah's jaws snapping onto the humans' throat, tore upward ending the battle within a few bloody seconds.
"Ty... don't you die on me..." Ty's senses snapped back as his weak eyes peered timidly up into the golden eyes of Sorah as she in her human like form and utterly drenched in both blood and water, watched him with very worried eyes. "S..." Ty tried to shift, he tried to speak. All that came from his jaws was a weak whispering wail, but he did manage to flick the tip of his tail ever so slight. Sorah, with examining eyes saw the savagery of his wounds and looked back to her comrade and love. "You will live through this... I can replaced that arm... just keep the will to live Tyson... fight death, did you not want to see your king and his queen create another world of darkness!" Sorah's words grew louder in both strength and power with the storm as it also grew. Ty hearing her words... Sorah saw the glaze suddenly melt like wax to a flame. With his remaining forepaw flexing, Ty's ears perked forward as his livid eyes locked with hers squarely. With a flash of violent lightening crashing nearby from the aid of a dragon's demonic call for more power, Ty's lips slowly curled into a un wolf like crooked smirk. No, he was not going to die, he had promised his master, his queen... and... his love. Seeing this, Sorah smiling nodded as the relief bled into her eyes "Fine... we're done fighting..."
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Jonathan falling back hard filled the air with violent words no virgin ears were allowed to hear as he swiftly reloaded his guns. He had lost all sight of Thom and prayed to whatever God remained watching over those who were of the darkness, to keep Thom safe as well as everyone else, even Deborah who had disappeared. "Die you vampire scum!" Jonathan hearing the man's voice whipped around hard with guns raised yet... Jonathan froze as there before him stood Thom, within his arms rested a badly beaten Deborah who with open and fatigued battle weary eyes, gave Jonathan a small smile as he smiling weakly saw both his two friends were worse for the wear. Covered in cuts, bruises, gun wounds... but all limbs were in tact. With a deep sigh, Jonathan's arms relaxed as he slowly headed for them. "You nearly gave me a fucking heart attack..." the man near whispered as he rubbing the rain from his eyes, smiled a bit more to the two. Thom smiling back, nodded as he hunching forward ever so slight, allowed Deborah to clamber with very little grace, from his arms.
Jonathan though froze as a figure drawing through the darkness of both thunderous rain and nightfall, came to a stop by Thom and Deborah's side. With intense silver eyes and barely any wounds on her form. "Kitanne." Deborah spoke with a faint nod to her griffin comrade and friend. The woman nodding ever so slight to Deborah, eyed the two humans with her sharp eagle like eyes. "You both... fought well, for humans, so with the new world coming, what will you two do?" she spoke, her voice soft and dark but rang very strong with full authority. Jonathan was just frozen in place like a deer to headlights as Thom smiling slightly, looked at her. "Well... from what we've seen, no longer can we go back to our 'normal' lives, I have no idea of the kid here, but I wish to live in this world of darkness, that is if you will allow me to." Thom spoke as he looked fully to the griffin.
Kitanne smirking ever so slightly, flashed her silver eyes to Deborah who tenderly was picking a fleck of metal from the edge of her left ear. "What do you think, can humans thrive in our world?" the woman spoke gaining Deborah's gaze as she flicked the metal shard to the ground letting it swiftly disappear in both the pouring rain and muddy ground. "I believe they can, and with this new queen Dracula has, no doubt more humans will survive this darkness then last time on this side of the world." She spoke with a small light laugh in her words. Jonathan watching them, gave a faint smile. "What of the Americas?" the young man murmured gaining a full out laugh from Deborah who with amused eyes looked at the young man fully. "The undead royals of the Northern Americas are to damn strange, they prefer to have humans and near all else around... Dracula on the other hand, likes his seclusion, but his queen is the opposite..."
With a small shrug, Deborah giving a faint yawn stumbled heavily through the slushy mud to Jonathan's side just to lean heavily on his right as the rain began to pour even harder to near a true wall of water. Kitanne eyeing her comrade, smirked and snapped her silver eyes once more to Thom as water slipped softly down her pale face, "so human, go ahead and join our world, just don't piss us off, you might lose more then a few pints of your blood." The griffin chuckled.
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"Yumie..." Hearing Heinkel's uneasy voice, Yumie gripping her unsheathed katana, rose up tall from the two werewolves she took down mangling their forms from five very nasty sword wounds. "Yes... Heinkel?" came the cold woman's voice as she looking to Heinkel, saw her gaze else where. Yumie following her ally and friend's uneasy eyes saw him right there heading their way. Cloaked in the darkness, with the flashes of savage lightening did they see his grey sopping wet trench coat and near glowing like bayonets dripping of Vatican blood. Yumie watching him, smiled ever so crookedly. "Father Anderson, what brings you to this joyous occasion?" the young woman asked gaining a very worried sideways glanced from Heinkel. "Ah thought ah told ye ta leave, ah do not wish for ye ta die here!" his voice roared over the crashing thunder as he coming into few by a good seven feet away, stood there.
"Anderson... I told you, we are not going to flee, we have sworn duty to the Vatican!" Heinkel yelled as a flash of lightening screamed above. The man shaking the water from his short blond locks, rose his red eyes to the two women as a small dry laugh passed his lips. "Sworn duty, Maxwell sure as hell didn't swear duty!" Anderson growled as his grip of the bayonets tightened. "What about you Anderson, did you not swear duty!" Heinkel yelled as Yumie standing there watched the man with untrusting eyes. "Ah did swear ma duty, but that was killed when ah learned Maxwell and the Vatican planned ta silence me... Ah will not work for anyone who betrays, now get out of here!" Anderson bellowed his words with the thunder rumbling above as five harpies flying low screamed by dripping body parts from their mangled victims who continued to wail in pain and true terror. "Anderson!" both woman and the solitary vampire peered up as there she glided, low to the ground like that of a vulture god cloaked in the shadows overlooking the huge mass of the dead and dying.
"Z... Zuranna..." Whispered Yumie who losing her dark composure, stumbled back as she recognized the American undead queen whose red eyes blazed down upon them and only them. "I will aid in protecting your comrades, be it human... shoot me and slice me all you want... but you're coming with me!" as the dragon's forearms like landing gear, began to fall from her sides, Heinkel whipping around looked with fearful eyes to Anderson gaining his own gaze from the dragon queen, to Heinkel's own set. "Heinkel, since ye will not follow ma wishes, she will make sure they are followed..." His red eyes going cold and bitter to the very monster he had so long hunted, the man narrowed his eyes as he gave her his silent words. With no words passed, the claws facing palm forward to the two humans, struck the ground. With wings locked into a gliding fashion, Zuranna's claws like that of some demonic construction vehicle to scoop dirt up, tore the muddy ground and screaming men of both werewolves, vampires and humans into the pouring sky letting the harpies who had nothing to do, attack and rip apart the Vatican men while the allies of the harpies were flown roughly back to the ground. Yumie prepped for battle as Heinkel drew her guns.
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Kunisaku in his human like form, stared to the sky as he stood on top of the Vatican main building and utterly drenched to the bones with the pouring rains. His ebony wolf ears perking forward, heard past all other wails, screams and bullets cries. Two women yelling faintly within the clutched claws of Zuranna as she with a savage down beat of her wings, lifted back into the high ill sky of thunder and lightening with her own king who continued to leisurely circle about and feast on the humans that the harpies threw to his gaping jaws. With a small sigh, the wolf king of United Kingdom, looked back out at the battle that took place all around. Ash laid about from fallen vampires as wolfs of both true form to human were scattered all around, mangled from bullet wounds or blades to wooden steaks in their hearts. Effective to vampires, but still capable of killing wolves. Even a few dragons were on the ground, with their wings and limbs twisted in positions never capable of being done. Those fallen would never rise again. Even with the high loss of many of the allies of darkness, Kunisaku's golden eyes saw the Vatican men were near finished.
Those who remained alive were fleeing or begging for mercy. Kunisaku smiled ever so slight as he flicked his left ear ever so slight. He saw those who the Vatican begged to for mercy, accept and allow them to live... it was one order he had given and was very proud to see be followed by not just wolves. Give them mercy if they truly wish it. One thing bothered the wolf king, not by much, but enough. His eyes snapped down to the Vatican building that he stood on top like a king from his castle, far below there they sat. with intense eyes waiting, muzzles soaked in blood, parted to allow their tongues to loll out. Wolves, not werewolves, but just that, wolves. His eyes narrowd ever so slight as they yipping at each other, didn't wander away as the battle outside was near complete. They were waiting... with a small sigh, Kunisaku looking to his right saw Sorah in her wolf form run through the field of carnage and smoke with a very badly injured brown wolf straddling her back and clearly unconscious. He knew right away by how Sorah ran, that wolf was Tyson. Suddenly it hit him hard and fast... the wolves... blinking, he looked back down to them. It was Seras Victoria... she had called them... but how could she? She was a vampire, not a wolf!
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With bodies hanging all around spilling blood leisurely onto the hard wooden floors, a single set of petite blood footprints headed from the mess down a solitary hallway filled with old images from both paintings to photos of former Vatican head directors. With a faint echo of someone walking, Seras with the near empty Jackal in hand and barely covered in any blood, the young woman walked numbly down the hallway. Something wasn't right, Alucard should have been done and over with Maxwell by now. This very war should have ended. Narrowing her red eyes, Seras's caution rose as she seeing the mahogany doors to Maxwell's main office hung open, untouched, unscathed. Gripping the Jackal even tighter within her left hand, Seras entered the room. The caution nearly seemed to melt as she saw him standing there amongst fallen bookshelves, books and scattered papers... Alucard standing right by the turned over desk and scattered books and papers had his left arm held forward in a near lazy fashion as if to easy. With blood seeping down the lathered convulsing body, Seras blinking saw him. Maxwell's limp body dangled from Alucard's outstretched arm as his bare blood soaked hand jetted out from the Director's back.
"Al-" Seras suddenly froze as she saw the sight before her... something wasn't right. "No... something isn't right!" the young woman screamed as her body lurched forward hard with blood splashing heavily onto the ground before her. Seras with blood tear filled eyes gave a strangled cry as someone or something behind digging their stiff fingers into her blond hair, tore her head back with a violent snap back. "you should be dead, how did you come back?" hearing his dark voice filled with rage press his vile words into her ears, Seras with a weak cry forced her eyes to the left as violent red eyes stared right at her, the shine of murderer and despicable hate hung deep within his eyes... the feeling this man gave off was exact to a certain man in red, but it was not Alucard. "M... Maxwell... where's... Alucard?" Seras's voice rasped as she trying to move felt her heart become frigid as she could not move, not even a single finger.
Maxwell's dark chuckle filled her ears as all around him, the room rippling like that of underwater, changed. The scene itself remained the same yet... both Alucard's form and Maxwell's faded as to the far left leaning against a shattered and mangled bookcase... Seras's eyes saw the figure slumped back with his head hanging forward allowing his white hair covering his face... any flesh exposed was old and very withered, the entire form of the fallen man trembled with a faint shiver. The young woman gave a loud cry as Maxwell tightened his grip on her hair forcing her eyes from her fallen master. "A... what did you do to him... Alucard!" Seras yelled loudly as Maxwell withdrawing his hand into her chest cavity with a sloppy wet groan, took hold of her backbone and began to slowly twist the bone clockwise. Seras with tightly gritted teeth, forced her fully blood tearing eyes to not shut as her body convulsed to the agonizing pain ripping through her as if acid burning her from inside out.
With his dry laugh passing her bare neck, Maxwell tightening his grip even more on her bones from within, Seras lurching forward hard, screamed in shear pain. "What I did to that monster... simple, my entire office is made of illusion barriers... like you, it stunned him for a few seconds, him, the almighty Alucard was stunned by paper barriers... I know what you both are, you demon monsters... I even damned my soul with his blood to kill you off, you will die by my hands!" Maxwell yelled as the backbone began to grind loudly causing Seras to lose near control of her lower body's motion. "His... blood... what did you do... answer me..." Seras growled deeply through her gritted teeth. Maxwell outright laughed, "you are in no position to order me around wench, but if you must know, your precious monster is going human and when that fully happens, I will be the new king of all undead... wha!" Maxwell's shear laughter died as he felt the burning hot pain engulf his entire chest.
Seras with her near shut tear shedding eyes looking to the ceiling, the girl gave a small but cruel smirk. Maxwell seeing this, weakly looked down to his gut and saw the woman's hand fully embedded into his gut just beneath the ribs. "You... B-" Seras without a single sound, fully tightening her grip onto his liver, gave a violent twist and pull. Maxwell's scream was music to Seras's ears as the man falling back, the organ remained within Seras's tightly grasped hand squeezing the soft tissue letting blood spill out like a sponge. Crashing hard into the doors causing them to crash shut, Maxwell yelling, gripped the gaping hole in his gut that sloshed blood like a waterfall of his life. Seras tossing the useless crushed organ to the ground with a wet slap, she didn't even look at the man as she went right for the fallen Alucard. Kneeling hard to his fallen right side, Seras felt fear of what she'd find under his mop of white and withered hair. "Seras..." the girl stared at him as Alucard feebly whispered her name, yet even if a whisper... Seras heard the age in his voice, like a man belonging to an ancient age.
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Me: No, I will not leave it at this spot, I am going to add another chapter right after this one... Reviews, comments...
Ty: (weak little grin) I.. lost an arm...
Sorah: Yes, but you aren't dead, so be happy.
Donovan: She is right...
me: (gives aweak groan and begins to chug down green tea) Next chapter, Maxwell's death... till then!