The Fall of Alucard
Seras woke up and saw a blurry and indistinct face. Not yet remembering what had passed not an hour before she automatically presumed that it was either Walter or Alucard she thought it odd they would wake her at this hour, So she questioned it.
"Walter, what time is it?" she asked groggily
"Nay wee draculina noot Walter, Alexander."
And then the face became clear and all of the memories as well as the headache came back like a tidal wave. In that moment of pain and realization she couldn't decide which was worse the sneering visage of the Vatican priest, or the horrific migraine that overwhelmed all of her senses. She knew she needed help and so she called for it.
"Alucard?"
"…."
"Alucard!"
"Where are you?"
"I don't know."
"Tell him that your ten kilometers south east of your last position." Interjected Anderson scaring the living hell out of Seras when he did. "And tell him I'm waiting."
"I'm ten kilometers south east of you and it's a trap."
"shocker, can you move?"
"No, I think I'm in some kind of glass box covered in wards."
"Alright I'm on my way."
Anderson knew that Alucard was coming he knew it when the girl had shut up and stared off into the distance like that and he knew that he had sure as hell be ready, as if there was any doubt. All the same though he still wanted to be sure and so he was checking that the mechanism in his blade was still functioning and that there was no damage after the many explosions he had endured. Which was again when he got shot in the head, although not by such a concussive weapon as before. Seems Alucard was moving before he even knew the direction, lucky piece of shit undead bastard freak.
It was pathetic really being able to get that close and not even the slightest move to get out of the way. Ah well, the lesteiz batalion only needed one alive reloading his shotgun he prepared to finish it. Then he would carry the vampire in the seal box to the head quarters to be converted. Of course that was when his own head was brutally ripped off of his head by a high caliber pistol round.
Alucard didn't know who the hell the man with the swastika on his back was and he didn't care, but any body with a gun strong enough to deal with Anderson so effectively was an interest indeed, Alucard didn't mind the assistance though and he was confident that he had taken care of the threat any ways. It was in the blindness of confidence that he turned his attention to Seras and how to get her out of that damn box. He didn't notice however was that Anderson was moving again all too soon.
That bastard Alucard had gotten some help but he had made the oh so fatal mistake of turning his undead back on the assassin priest and he paid for his mistake by taking a silver bleeding sword that he had brought for just this purpose. Gods enforcer indeed.
The large shiny pointed sword sticking out of his chest was a problem he had to admit. It seemed to be excreting some time of shimmering liquid on his skin and inside of him silver nitrate he was sure not so easy to heal around especially for a vampire and that was about all he thought before the wave of nausea hit and the ground rushed up to hit his face.
S.S. :
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