Disclaimer: …I own nothing…still…go nudist…
A/N: This is where the story really picks up, the last chapter was just a prolong, so it wasn't meant to make much sense. The story will unfold slowly but not to the point where everyone including me will get bored (I hope). One note though of interest though, every time there is a line means that the point of view has changed, everything else will be fairly obvious.
Now that that is over with…can someone please get me some cloths? It's kinda cold in here…
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I half stumbled down the stairs trying my best not fall. The last thing I need is to fall belly first and make a bloody mess on the floor.
When I finally make it to the bottom I breathe a sigh of relief. When I had saw how steep the stairs were form the top and had gawked and almost turned back. Someone out there is seriously enjoying making my life really hard on me, I swear.
I grope for the wall hoping that I don't find an unpleasant surprise. Did I mention that I don't like the dark?
God only knows what's down here; maybe a mad scientist once owned this place, created monstrosities and kept them down here. I laugh nervously, Man am I ever ridicules. It was probably some rich, fat, old guy that died from choking on a chicken bone, with no heir to run the estate.
A million other possibilities run threw my mind when my hand finally meets wood instead of stone, which it had for the past five minutes.
Finally a room; I was beginning to think that this hall may go on forever without one. I pull on the handle, jeese this is heavy. I tug with all my might. At first it only opens a small crack, then abruptly swings open easily causing me to stumble back to keep my footing. Well that wasn't so bad.
I lift my lighter ahead of me to try to shed some light on whatever is before me. The first thing I noticed is a table with a matching high back chair. To my relief there are numerous candles littering the table top. I light them all with much relish. Maybe now I'll be able to see, my little lighter can only do so much.
As the fire starts to take hold of the wicks, the room becomes bathed in light. I turn in a circle to survey the room and breathe a sigh of relief. I'm alone. Well…not really, but at least there are no vampires here waiting to drain me.
My back suddenly goes rigid in fear when somewhere behind me I hear a deep masculine chuckle. I whirl around, nothing. Shit, shit, shit! I knew this was too good to be true!
"What makes you think that there are no vampires down here wanting a drink?"
Oh why didn't I feel his presence? Stupid, stupid me! I spin in a circle on my heels dizzyingly trying to find where the mocking is coming from.
"Now, now, you shouldn't berate yourself. Not everyone can sense my presence."
I can just 'hear' the grin in his voice. He's taunting me!
I turn to bolt for the door but instead collide with what feels like a wall. I slowly look up, almost not wanting to see who (or what) the white shirt and hard chest belong to. Red eyes. Oh god! A vampire! I'm going to die, I don't want to die. Please God don't let it end like this! I stagger back trying to put some space between us.
"Why bother praying, little girl? No one is here to help you." He stalks towards me.
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I look her up and down thinking what a perfect meal she'll make when my eyes settle on her belly…her swollen belly. What the fuck? I pause. This girl smells completely like a virgin, how the hell is she…what? Seven months pregnant?
No matter, I will find out the answer to me questions soon enough from her blood. I begin to walk agonizingly slow towards her again. I reach out to grasp her shoulders when she suddenly screams out in terror and desperation "Daemen!"
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Everything seemed to happen in slow motion after screaming out his name, almost like I was not involved but watch from some old movie. In my haste to get away from the vampire, I had tripped over my feet and fell backwards. I saw Daemen pick the other guy up by his shirt and hurled him out into the hall.
Before I could hit the ground the ground he had caught me and cradled me in his arms against him on the floor. I turned and buried my face in his chest knowing of the fight that was about to break out.
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A Familiar! That girl has a familiar! I look at his eyes with malice; a vampire one at that. How the hell did she get a vampire familiar? I remember briefly remember Integra and her predecessors then shove the memories from my mind. I will never be enslaved again by some pathetic humans.
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I could hear him stalking towards us and I tense up in response. His boots sound deafening to my ears. I feel Deamen left me to my feet and shove me towards the big four poster bed and told me to close the lid. Lid?
I half fell onto the mattress and heard a lick. I look to my hand to see that I was pressing a button on a control thingy, and notice the canopy coming down. I look to the two of them to see them both looking back at me.
Deamen has a soft smile on while the stranger has a smirk, almost as if he was saying 'this won't stop me, only slow me down.'
I lay down as the lid fully closes and the mattress goes down into the frame a foot or two. I heard another click as it seals shut, then some muffled voices. I strain to make out what their saying but I give up as realization hits that I can't even make out a syllable of what their saying. How frustrating, what is going on out there?!
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I have heard enough! I don't give two shits if this insolent whelp wishes for her not to die yet. I'm thirsty and she's there in the right place, at the right time, that's all I need to know.
I go to throw a punch, wishing I my guns were with me. This would be all the more quicker to get what I want. I throw the punch but it only went threw him! Wait…what was that? Sounds like…oh well isn't that just great. What lovely timing ghouls have.
"This will just have to wait, scum bag, I have bigger fish to fry."
He nods solemnly as I turn to walk threw the wall. I best get my casual and jackal, and maybe a blood pack. The ghouls can wait for a minute; it's not like their going to do any damage on an estate.
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There is a knock on the lid but it would probably better if I do not open it, just in case it's that freak. Warmth suddenly caresses my mind reassuring me of who it is and chiding me at the same time for calling him a freak.
I didn't mean you.
Laughter from his end. I know.
I fumble with the button to make the lid go up, only to find no one is here. I hear Deamen in my head telling me he exhausted his strength to stay materialized by their little 'confrontation'.
Well isn't that just peachy keen?
Now what?
Go down the hall, the third door on your left will have what we need.
Food?
I'm afraid not. But it 'does' have something else we need.
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That's a little better. Blood packs will never be as good as a succulent mortal, especially a virgin. But it will do for now.
At least I get to have some fun. Shooting hapless ghouls is an uneventful past time, but a past time none the less. Ghouls never change. I smirk at that. So predictable.
Well that's something I didn't expect. The girl mounts the last step only to mow down some ghouls that stagger towards her with the gift I had given to Walter on his 60'Th birthday as a joke.
She must be insane to even want to fight in her state!
I'm beginning to like her already.
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What in hells name do you think your doing?! I wince as Daemen's voice thunders in my head. I think I feel a headache coming on, great, thanks a bunch man.
The gun would have to much kick back. I retort at him threw our mental link.
So a scythe is much better?
I took another swipe at three ghouls that had staggered my way with hungry hands, slicing them all in half.
Then help me if your so goddamned concerned!
Very well.
I slice another one in half, vertically this time, just to see if I can.
Good Boy.
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Fool, I grumble to myself watching the girl out of the corner of my eye. I don't really need to look where to shoot the ghouls. They make too much noise.
I grin thinking to my self that it's not like she wasn't going to die already.
Get her out of here.
What?
You heard me, Vampire, I need her alive. You can have your way with her 'after' she's fulfilled her purpose.
And that is…?
You'll find out soon enough, not get her out of here!
Fine, be a spoiled sport, this was becoming amusing too. I feign sulking. I shot a few more ghouls for good measure then grabbed the girl under the arms with an iron grip. I hold onto her still with one arm while the other continues to gleefully fire off rounds.
"I can fight!" She shouts at me, I can just feel the anger flowing off of her as she struggles in vain. That's right, fight me, it makes you all the more delicious to me.
I lean down to her cheek and nuzzle it with mine.
"Sure you can. But just remember…" I pause to grin knowing full well that she can feel it against her cheek, "…you're no good to me as a ghoul." I feel her stiffen getting exactly what I mean. Perfect.
I take us threw the floor to my room. There are no windows or even a door for to use to as a means of escape, nor is there any light.
I let go of my hold on her only for her to stumble with the sudden lack of support. I grab her wrist to balance her and chuckle.
She whirls on me shaking her arm free. Such rage, lovely! I grin my best Cheshire cat impression though she can't see it, I can see her angry eyes darting the room search for me.
I chuckle alerting her that I was on the other side of the room now. She could 'fee' me move away from her. Ah how nice, she's not a complete waste of my time.
At the sound of my chuckles out of the silence she turns towards me to unleash her fury.
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A/N: Gasp! What does Daemen have planned for our heroine? Will I ever get around to making it clear? Will I ever get around to giving her a name? Well that depends upon whether or not I get any encouragement to keep writing nn
And to note something,
Alucard acted the way he did because he was starving; where as when he met Seras he wasn't blinded by his thirst so he could think more rationally.
So there's chapter one for you. I hope that it came out good, but I don't really know cause I'm the author so you readers are just going to have to tell me in your reviews now won't you ;)