Chapter 2: Enter The Plotline!

"These aren't even chipped freaks! Where the hell are they coming from?"

Integra slammed her fist down on the desk in anger, as per usual.

The well-dressed officer continued his report.

"This recent infestation appears to be your common lore vampires attacking members of the Catholic denomination. They are much more of a threat than a typical ghoul."

Laughter echoed from around the room, "That's funny, they don't fight harder."

Alucard slipped through the ceiling, upside down, "They're just more inevitable cannon fodder."

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Walter leaned back in his chair, looking unusually relaxed.

"Oh Walter..." Alucard appeared from the shadows, holding the Jackal.

Alucard continues "I hate to seem a vexation, but this gun could still be bigger!"

"Certainly. You could do with something more efficient for these new freaks."

Seras entered the darkened hallway, excited, "Do you think my gun will need an upgrade, Walter?"

"Miss Victoria, there is not a gun in the world stronger than your current cannon…"

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A young man appeared from the plane. He had a distinctly low-cut fringe as though he was trying to hide his eyes.

He strolled confidently towards the exit, never lifting his head.

"Passaporto signore."

The steward examined the passport while the young man stood by silently.

After a long, quiet walk through the streets, he reached the Vatican City. There was a notice nailed to a wall recruiting for volunteers to section thirteen.

He strolled casually up to the Vatican recruitment entrance up to a mean-looking guard.

He stopped Alex in time to say, "Hold it, vampire! Read the sign..."

"Vatican Section 13 now recruiting---NO VAMPIRES ALLOWED"

Alex looked up in shock, revealing a pair of bright red, vampire eyes.

Alex appeared puzzled, "But you're clearly a vampire!"

"It says no vampire-S, stupid! They allow one!"

After a long pause, Alex pointed behind the guard with enthusiasm and said, "Hey! A fresh pool of blood!"

"Where!" The guard ran behind the door, shortly followed by Alex.

Sounds of a violent attack came from behind the door.

"Gyaaargh!"

Alex emerged, bloodstained from the door and casually strolled into a group of recruits.

One adolescent clad in Red Army uniform walked with them.

Alex spots the fanatic, "What are you supposed to be?"

"I AM SOV--- (think, Adam, think!) LEFT-WING-LIBERTARIAN MAN!"

"Of course…" Alex looked away.

After a prolonged silence, LLLM glanced over at Alex, "…You've got red on you."

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PREVIEW!

Tom: No more self-inserts for me…

Adam: I'll trade salad in for a preview!

Seras: Who are you?

Tom: That's not much salad!

Adam: Not much of a preview...

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