1Chapter Eleven: Night of the Living Dead
"Tonight is going to be a perfect night..."
Darn it, how could Alucard say stuff like that and actually mean it?
Lui dove behind a car, which was emmediatly bombarded and altogether shredded by bullets. The situation was... bad to say the least.
FREAKs were everywhere. They were coming out of manholes, traveling along the sewers and just seeming to appear everywhere. This wasn't an incoherent mob, this was a fairly organized attack force. Someone else was definitely at the top pulling the strings, no FREAK could possibly have come up with this.
"Lui!"
"What is it Seras?"
"If you have any more bloody bright ideas now would be a good time to use them!"
"What? I'm telling you, that is the fastest way to the Empire State Building! And that is where we are supposed to regroup with the others!"
"I haven't seen this many FREAKs since you made me watch the bloody Rocky Horror Picture Show darn it!"
That was too much. Lui burst out laughing, with bullets flying inches above his head, "You asked to watch that!"
"No I didn't!"
"I'm not going to argue this right now, but yes, you did. Now, how about we... God I don't want to phase because I'll probably end up in a bloody hornets... nest... GAH! I'M TALKING LIKE A BRIT! NO!"
"Shut up Lui! Can't you be serious for once?"
The American fell silent at that. Serious... He remembered everything that had happened thus far. He had been shot at, stabbed, nearly blown up, and almost rammed to death by a big rig. And his home had been destroyed...
His home had been destroyed.
In fact, these punks were invading HIS city. They were killing HIS friends. They had tried to kill HIS wife. You know what, these guys were starting to get on HIS nerves...
"Thanks for the focus boost Seras. Let me see, let me see, my inner vampire is starting to get thirsty..."
Seras began to cringe at the sudden drop in temperature. Not that she felt it, she sensed it. Oh no, she had wanted Lui to stop joking around, not go berserk! He hid it so well, that she had forgotten under his care free personality laid the most feared monster on the face of the earth.
A vampire.
A true vampire.
"Let's start this show."
The American vampire sat there for a second, a calm smirk spreading across his features. Then, with a move that would've made Alucard proud, rolled onto his back and kicked the car he was hiding behind as hard has he could with both feet.
It hurled down the street, destroying all in it's path, finally punching a hole through the line of over turned/damaged vehicles that the FREAKs had bunkered down behind.
In the blink of an eye, Lui was on his feet, facing the line of stunned artificial vampires. He was going...
Alucard!
"Come on, you can do better than that."
Well, they tried at least. Sadly, even moderately trained and in mass could they hope to get in his way. He was kidding around no longer.
FREAKs opened fire, the bullets seeking their now exposed target with added ferocity. None actually hit their mark. In fact, they were lucky to graze Lui's coat as he dodged to the side, left and right. Faster than any human eye could see. Faster than most of their eyes could see.
Seras, using this lull in attention on her (A rare occurrence really, honestly if I was going to die I'd like her to be the last thing I say to...), checked to see how many shots she had left for her cannon. Three. Her shotgun was almost out to.
"You've got to be kidding me..."
"Is everything alright Miss Victoria?"
Seras almost screamed and jumped out from behind her piece of rubble. Luckily, she only gave a small 'eep' and jumped back a little, "God, Walter don't do that!"
"Terribly sorry Miss, I forgot you can't sense my approach like you can vampires. I must say, being a ghost does have it's advantages. The whole surrealism thing doesn't bother me much."
"Walter, have you found any of the others?"
"Sadly, none still alive. I didn't go far though."
"Have you been able to tell anything about their movements? Anything in particular they are trying to do?"
"I'm afraid not, it appears they are merely trying to exterminate the vampire population of this city. Along with most of the living one as well... Where is Lui?"
"He's over there I think, It's hard for me to keep track where can jump around so much."
"Ah, very good. I'll shall go and, lend a hand. Are you alright?"
"Low on ammo, but other than that..."
"Stay inconspicious as possible."
Lui meanwhile, was indeed 'over there'. However, he was further 'over there' than Seras thought. In fact, he was completely surrounded by a mob of the artificial vampires, with their weapons pointed at him.
"Got you now, punk."
"Do you?"
"Kill him!"
A sly grin crossed Lui's face, and he crossed his arms confidently, "And what makes you think you can do that?"
"Silver bullets."
"If you want to make peace with God, you may want to do it now."
"What are you going to do?"
"Oh not me. Him."
Lui phased away with a bow, and Walter faded into solidity where the American had stood. It was only then that they noticed an incredible intricate web of wire strung up around them.
"I most highly recommend praying."
And with that, Walter bit down on the wires and pulled.
Like a hot knife through butter.
Bodies and various appendages fell to the ground, turning to dust as they went. What was left looked like a macabre sand box.
"Nice job Walter." Lui complemented, fading back beside the English butler-soldier.
"Thank you. I do believe I AM as spry as I used to be."
"Heh, that's good. Cause I can hear more coming. Two blocks down, on the right, sounds like a lot of them."
"Go and get Miss Victoria, I'll hold them here."
"Alright. Oh, and Walter."
The butler turned his head slightly, "Yes sir?"
"It's Mrs. Thomson now."
A smile graced Walter's features, "Of course sir."
Alright, there were lot's of things that Johnny didn't like. But only two of them could get him seriously ticked off. One was people insulting his cooking, and the second was people making him get up when he was asleep.
They were two for two so far.
Right now he was pinned down behind one of his mercifully sturdy tables at his restaurant. He was pretty much screwed at this point, but he was madder than heck so he really didn't notice.
First they come in and try to shoot him, then they try to blow his place up (He had been able to throw the bomb outside before it went off luckily), and then one of them had the audacity to say,
"Hey chef boy, you're cooking sucks!"
Ah, it was on now.
"Not as much as you're mama, and believe me I know."
"Pfft, you're one to talk."
"What? How the heck you know how much your mama sucks?" Johnny asked, chuckling.
"Keep it up, you just keep adding time on how long we're going to torture you before you die."
"Uh huh. You know, if you tell yourself that enough perhaps it'll come true, but I doubt it."
"Idiot, stop talking to him and kill him!"
"Ya, stop talking to me and kill me."
"Shut up!"
"Come here and make me."
Ya, it was very lucky that Johnny was mad. Cause if he wasn't he wouldn't have sounded nearly as cocky. Why you ask? Well let's review: He's stuck behind a table, He's got like five dozen guns pointed at him, most shooting sporadically, and finally, the closest thing he had to a weapon was his boots.
This occurred to him about then. He began to scan the room frantically, for something he could use. Heck, anything he could use.
Hmmm... Pool cues, he knew the pool tables had the triangle thingys with balls already on them, leftover glass bottle of something or other... Fork! Wait, what the heck was he going to do, fork them to death? Steak knives! Wait that was almost as stupid as the forks... Almost.
His sword and other weapons were in a back room. If he could get there...
It clicked in his head. A plan. An idea. A theory. Something that would put Dante to shame and make Lui proud.
Ah ya. He was so doing this.
"Hey, you boys like pool?"
And with that, Johnny got into a crouch, and leapt as far and fast as his vampiric abilities would let him. Bullets whizzed by, grazing his skin with burning hisses, but none hit him. He smirked to himself as he rolled on landing.
Here was the moment of truth. Jumping to a pool table, he grabbed the edge of the triangle thingy (Heck, not even he knew what to call it). And with all the speed he possessed whipped it through the air, centrifugal force keeping the balls inside of it until he turned it sideways and sent them all flying at this attackers.
Undead or not, when a large mass of pool balls comes flying through the air strait your head, you duck. And that's exactly what they did. Johnny used this to his advantage, and grabbed one of the pool cues. And as soon as one of them stuck their head up, he threw it javelin style right between their eyes.
Dust.
"Darn, I should go out for the Olympics..."
They were a bit hesitant to stick their heads up after that. Johnny therefor, grabbed an armful of pool balls from another table and ran as fast as he could towards the back of his restaurant. The FREAKs started shooting at him, and he threw pool balls frantically back, trying desperately to avoid his body mass becoming seventy percent blessed ammunition.
With one final lunge, he crashed through the door, bullets showering the doorway and opening like a swarm of angry bees. Splinters of wood clouded the air, then a random FREAK finally got the bright idea to through a grenade. Course, if it had thought of that earlier, Johnny probably would either be dead or dying.
The FREAK chip must do something to their brains...
Smoke, which clouded the room after the explosion, finally began to dissipate.
(If possible, begin to play the Kid Rock song Cowboy)
And Johnny stood in the doorway, black coat reaching down to his ankles, sword unsheathed over his shoulders. He was smirking evilly, "Nice try boys."
They tried to shoot him. Really, they did. But once he was in their midst flicking out with his rapier-esque blade there was truly very little they could do. Those that shot hit their allies. Those that didn't were normally the ones being shot. The rest were reduced to dust by quick slashes, stabs, and lunges by the American vampire.
Then Johnny pulled something from his coat. A pistol. A huge pistol. A six-shooter style weapon that made Alucard's Jackal look like a pea-shooter. He regarded the weapon a little disdainfully.
"Well, Lui did make it for me, so might as well give it a shot or two."
The dozen or so of the artificial vamps left were gaping at the pistol. What, it was that frickin' huge.
A single gunshot, which sounded a bit more like a cannon round rang out, and a bullet the size of a standard D battery exited the barrel. The air itself rippled as it cut through, spinning rapidly drill style as it headed strait for one of the FREAKs.
Now, Alucard's gun was powerful. It could blow off heads, limbs, pretty extraordinary stuff.
This bullet didn't take off a head. It didn't take off an arm, or leg, or do any of those things. It took out the FREAK's entire frickin' upper body. There nothing left above the waist. The head, and arms were intact, but between them was a massive void of nothing.
Aim? Pfft, with this all you had to do was hit...
"Dang... Lui was right, I do love this gun."
Johnny drew back the hammer again and leveled the sight towards the FREAKs who were now staring in horror.
"Alright, you can start shooting back or you can sit there. Either way."
"...You guy's do realize who this is right?"
"Shut up."
"This is Kyle 'Lightning' Newman."
"I said shut up."
"This is insane, you don't attack someone like that! Haven't you heard the stories man?"
"Ya I have, now shut up."
"This guy was almost, if not as feared as Alucard in World War Two! He took on a dozen 'Knights of the Swastika' alone, and won with nothing but a sword!"
"I swear if you don't shut up I'm going to shoot you! Besides, it's not like he knows we're coming."
The FREAK just had to say something. He gasped suddenly, then turned back to look ahead of him to see a black portal with a sword thrust through it, which had impaled his chest.
Then the rest of Kyle stepped through, flamboyant white coat starkly contrasting the American's standard black, "I didn't, but you guys talk loud enough to..." He smirked, then twisted the blade, turning the FREAK to dust, "...Wake the dead."
(Insert AC/DC song Thunderstruck playing in the background here)
"It-it-it's Kyle-"
The artificial vampire was silenced by a quick slash, but Kyle finished the sentence for him anyway, "Lightning. Come on boys, don't make it easy for me."
Bullets ripped down the hall, but found nothing but air as Kyle ducked low and charged right into them. He wasn't as fast as Lui, but still far too fast for these idiots to take head on.
His silver blade cut into two and three of them at a time, taking down over a dozen in a matter of seconds. Dust and empty bullet shells filled the hallway which lead to his apartment. Which luckily was positioned high up in one of the tallest hotels in the city, and one of the most warded areas as well.
He heard gunshots, as well as screams of horror and pain on the lower levels. Some of them he recognized.
Gritting his teeth, he tightened his grip on his ever-trustworthy blade and vowed, "Attack innocents and I'll show you why I earned the title lightning!"
He phased down a level, and found the hall full of artificial vampires, many of whom were braking into the rooms of others, assuming the American vampire was dead.
"Heh!"
All movement stopped, and they saw a ticked off man in a white coat pointing at them with the tip of a silver sword, "You came for me. SO BRING IT ON YOU MISERABLE, LOW LIFE PIECES OF GARBAGE THAT DON'T DESERVE THE IMMORTAL LIFE GIVEN TO YOU!"
He tore down the hall as he said this, leaving nothing but clothes, weapons, and dust in his wake.
He was Kyle Newman, the vampire that attacked with all the sudden ferocity as lightning.
And now, the bane of the man-made undead everywhere.
Luis Thomson. Johnny James. Kyle Newman.
Three vampires have now entered this new war. Them and their allies, versus thousands of man made vampire FREAKs.
Hmmm...
Should they make it fair and tie one arm behind their backs?
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SO SORRY! I AM SO FRICKIN SORRY! I AM SO SORRY THAT SORRY DOESN'T EVEN BEGIN TO SAY HOW SORRY I AM!
This took so long... But I was lost on how to continue. This might not be the best of my work, but now I can continue. I know what's going to happen now. Thanks to the people who sent me their characters, believe it or not they work out well with the story, except for one that I might change a bit...
This story lives again. Sorry it took so long. Now it gets good. I have the ending already written (That's not coming for a while), and I think that it'll be worth the wait.
God bless all you loyal readers, and everyone else for that matter,
-Professor Curly-