Author Note
So...now the seventh chapter, second version...tired...so very tired. (Bangs head on desk)

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Alex stood in total darkness with a single light shining over him.

An announcer's voice blared over a loudspeaker,

Iiiiiin the red corner! Alex…Jan…Alucard, some Vampires!

Lights switched on all around him revealing a massive crowd circling a boxing ring with Alex, Jan and Alucard stood in anticipation. The crowd were booing mockingly.

Alex looked around him in disbelief at the situation.

Aaaaand entering the ring, all the way from the Vatican City in Italy, Iiiiiiiscarrriooot!

Anderson, Maxwell and Father Renaldo appeared at the edge of the ring, Anderson in wrestling attire, flexing his muscles at the crowd.

Alex was still completely confused at what was going on. He looked to his left as Seras entered in a swim-suit and high heels holding a large Round 1 placard.

The ring-bell sounded and Anderson lunged forward at Alex sending a punch directly at his face.

"Waa-aah!"

Alex opened his eyes and saw bright blue above him. He looked around to see that he was dangling by a shoelace off the top of the heavy transport, his head repeatedly slamming into the back of the truck.

He looked up at his feet and tried to pull himself up. His fingers touched his ankles but he gave way and fell back upside down. He let out an angry sigh and gave up.

The truck suddenly slammed on the brakes; he flew back away from the transport as it screeched to a halt.

It stopped and he flew back at the rear of the truck.

"Oh shiii—"

Chapter Seven: Introduction's a bitch

"Is he alive?"

"Don't worry, he's probably sleeping."

Anderson slapped Alex across the face and he slowly came to.

"OW! What the fu--?"

He looked up in a daze and saw Enrico Maxwell speaking to Anderson. Alex realised who was there and looked down in a hurry.

"Ah, you must be the one who killed the doorman!"

Alex flinched, "Umm…aah…"

"Fantastic! Who would even think of hiring a vampire for Iscariot!"

Anderson and Maxwell laughed between themselves.

Anderson stepped up, "Well this is their hiding place. They dare to crawl into my homeland!"

Alex looked around. They were on the top of a very steep hill, looking over vast woodland. The top of a large concrete building could be seen in the distance.

"Wait, if that's their base why did you stop here?"

"We thought you could use the exercise."

Anderson walked over to the transport, "Well, I'm off now…"

Alex spoke, confused, "Why are you leaving? There's a whole mass of vampires ahead!"

Anderson turned back, smiling psychotically, "A shepherd must tend to the wayward flock!"

He turned his back and smiled affectionately at a photograph of himself and the orphans making faces.

Anderson composed himself and stood by the door to the vehicle, following Maxwell afterwards. The transport rumbled off into the distance, leaving Alex stood alone.

After several moments looking peacefully over the idyllic landscape, Alex looked down at the woods below. He stepped up to the edge of the steep hill.

Looking down to the ground below, he smiled and burst into a sprint down the hill. He ran faster and faster as the hill declined further until he was running on almost a vertical slope.

He looked around suddenly realising that the ground was drawing rapidly closer, he tried to slow down but in the process stumbled on a rock.

Alex tumbled down to the bottom of what was now a cliff. He drew the sword and stabbed it into the rock, instantly halting him. He looked down to the floor, about three feet below him.

He dropped down into the edge of the woods. Despite the bright sunlight of the morning shining down from the hills it was dark inside the woods.

Close by, the sound of shambling footsteps emerged, followed by the drained monotonous groaning of ghouls. A mass of ghouls appeared from inside the woods.

Alex backed up to the cliff. He looked up to see the sword glistening in the rock. He leaped up to the sword and hung off it before he managed to painfully wrench it from the cliff. He brought the sword down rapidly, slamming it into the ground.

Alex withdrew the sword and began cutting through the pack of advancing ghouls. Charging down the hillside and having to pry the sword from the rock had tired Alex. Every passing second, more and more ghouls appeared through the darkness and before long he was completely surrounded by them.

Just as the pack began to attack, they stopped dead. They seemed to hesitate and they did not move from the spot.

Just then, the crowd parted as a figure stood atop a large rock strolled towards him. As the figure moved closer, Alex could make him out in the faint light. He looked like a military general but he was clearly a vampire.

"I must welcome you, trespasser! I am surprised you were able to survive the cliff fall…Allow me to introduce myself. I am- - -"

At the moment of his introduction, Alex lunged at him, bringing the sword swinging at his neck. The vampire quickly parried the attack with his hand, sending Alex crashing back to the floor.

"You wouldn't even let me introduce myself!"

He smiled looking at the large wound in his clenched hand as it slowly began to heal. Alex sat up, balancing the sword in the ground. He looked angrily at the towering figure and then at the masses of undead still surrounding his position.

"Oh dear, exhausted already! You might as well give up now."

With a sudden burst of energy, Alex came to life, and attacked viciously. Just before making contact with him, the vampire shifted to the side and delivered a powerful punch into Alex. Just as quickly as he had attacked, everything went black.

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