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HELLSING

EREBUS

Here standeth the Bird of Hermes,

Eating my own wings to make me tame...

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Battles Atop Spires

Wednesday After-Midnight, December 24, 2031, Somewhere in Toronto...

Wind rushed past her ears, the cold of it biting at her bare skin, and chilling her bones, even as Alex was pressed against another body. Unfortunately, vampires produced little body heat, and with him jumping from one building's wall to the next at high speed, it didn't help at all. Still, she clung to him, astounded that she was having such an experience, mainly because she was afraid of heights. However, that was nothing compared to her concern that they were being followed.

Van took notice of this, his silver orbs flickering red as he looked back. Like him, half a dozen vampires were bounding after him. Eyes narrowing, he held Alex more firmly with one arm as he reached into his coat. Normally, he'd rather civilians not be made aware that a battle was about to take place, but he was being counted on to protect Alex at all costs. Pulling out his short-barrel, he bounded upwards at an angle to land on a roof. He put Alex down, pushing her behind him just as they were surrounded at the front, all six bastards stalking towards them, laughing with smugness.

"Stay behind me," Van instructed quietly.

"Can you even handle that many?" Alex asked, staring at the enemy.

Van stood straight, loading the shells as he replied, "Probably. I'm likely much older than they are. I'm just normal-class vampire. From what I can tell, so are they, but they smell fresh."

"Van, let me help!"

"No, it's too dangerous, and you still need more training. Your safety is a priority. They are not allowed to capture you. If they get close, defend yourself, but don't rush in to attack them. I wouldn't forgive myself if something were to happen to you."

Alex frowned, gritting her teeth, hating this, but he was right. If she was caught, she may as well have said goodbye to humanity right then and there. One vampire stood alone against six, and to be honest, he really had no idea if he could beat them all. For Alex's sake, he had to. Though he was much older, the fact that he didn't drink fresh blood was enough to make him weaker than the average vampire. Snapping the gun shut, he waited for them to make the first move.

One of them stepped forward with a grin and gleaming red eyes, wearing a parka with fur trim. "Hand over the girl, and we won't kill you."

Such a statement truly bored someone as old as him. Smirking with an arched brow, he just replied smugly, "Really? Is that all you have to say? You have no idea how many times I've heard that line in my lifetime."

The vampire just smirked, wind blowing through the fur of his coat. "I don't give a fuck. All we want is the girl." His smile faded to confusion as Van started chuckling out loud. "Huh? What's so funny?"

Van just laughed some more, even more smug than before. "I've must have heard that line a hundred times by now. Do you know what I say every time?" In a second, much to the enemy vampire's shock, Van was right in front of him, looming darkly over him as he pressed the double-barrel into their gaping mouth. "Bang."

The trigger was pulled, blowing off the vampire's head, the others' mouths wide open in shock. Then they all growled in rage, their entire sets of jaws in sharp points, gnashing together. Alex stared at the fading corpse as ash blew in the wind, leaving just the clothes behind. She looked up, seeing this different side to Van. Only once had she seen the side of Van that wanted to kill. Was he toying with the enemy now? When she and him battled, he did not show his ferocious side because he didn't intend to harm her, but in the face of a real enemy, he could go all out.

"Who's next?" he said, dark intent in his tone.

The last five yelled, charging towards him in a series of blurs. Eyes narrowed, Van dodged each swipe of a dagger, a set of claws, and even some brass knuckles. Alex could hardly keep up with their movements. They were so fast, a flash here and there as Van's dagger clashed with their own. The Dracul jumped back a few times before they surrounded him on all sides, seemingly dog-piling him, but he had already leaped out of the way, now high in the air. Alex watched in astonishment as he seemed to be falling very slowly, his hair and coat billowing about from the rush of air, landing on top of them, aiming his gun downwards and firing off another head, bringing the count down to four.

Van jumped off them, doing a back flip as he seemed to glide through the air again. Glaring down at them with his eyes shimmering red in the dark of night under the nearly full moon silhouetting his dark form. Snapping his gun in midair, empty shells fell to the roof below him, clinking upon concrete as he refilled his weapon. As the second defeated vampire turned to ash, a couple of vampires turned their eyes towards Alex, grinning with intent. Alex took a step back when she noticed this.

Soon they were at her sides, gripping her arms as she cried out. Van looked over, gritting his teeth. "Tch!"

As he landed and one vampire leaned over his crouched form from behind, he raised his gun upwards, blood splattering over him as he fired. Three left. Suddenly, he was punched across the face, nearly sending him flying off the roof. At the last possible second, he latched his black gloved fingers onto the concrete fencing, the force cracking it some under his grip. Hitting the side of the building, now hanging, he looked up as the one that had hit him hovered over him, grinning before slamming a boot onto Van's hand. Van cried out as his fingers broke under the pressure, but he would not let go. Glaring up at the smug bastard, Van raised his firearm, wiping the smile off their face as he fired. With some effort, he pulled himself up, blinking in shock when he didn't see Alex or the last two.

Cursing, he climbed over the edge, running to where she used to be, finding that they had not gotten far, spotting blurred trails in the distance, jumping from one roof to the next. Eyes narrowed, he jumped after them. The vampire could hear Alex screaming in their ears, struggling against the one holding her. Van figured she was doing it in case he lost sight of her, while also trying to deafen her captors.

"LET GO OF ME YOU ASS MAGGOTS! I WILL TEAR OFF YOUR SAD EXCUSE FOR BALLS AND MAKE YOU EAT THEM!"

Van lips barely twitched as he was catching up to them. The one vampire with his arms free looked behind them, cursing before turning to his gaze to his comrade. "Keep going! I'll hold him off!"

He nodded as the other vampire slid across one roof to a stop as Alex screamed out, "Van!"

Van gritted his teeth. They will not get away from him! Also sliding to a stop, he reloaded his gun with superhuman speed. "Get out of my way, freak."

The vampire laughed. "Who you calling a freak? You're too late! She's gone! You failed! And now I'm going to kill you!"

To emphasize, his nails turned into sharp talons, his teeth made of jagged points, eyes glinting that malicious red. The vampire charged forward, but Van did not move, looking unimpressed as he simply put away his gun, catching the vampires wrists, his own feet skidding back a little. Van had no time to be playing around with this small pint. Lifting his gleaming gaze of hatred at this vampire, Van promptly broke his wrists with a sickening crack, the Dracul screaming out in agony and shock that this man was this strong. With a snarl, he tried to kick the hunter, but Van blocked it by lifting his leg. Next, he proceeded to hoof his foot into the enemy's stomach, knocking the breath out of the creature.

"Say goodbye," Van said darkly.

The vampire looked up at him with a snarl. Abruptly, there was a shoe in his face, and Van pulled on his arms while pushing at his face, a ferocious look on his face as he bared his fangs. Slowly, more sickening noises were made as the vampire yelled out in pain, his arms being literally torn off. With one final pull, Van yelled out his rage, separating the limbs from his opponent's body, throwing the arms aside as he dug into his coat and aimed at the choking vampire with his shotgun, firing. The vampire dead, Van looked up, listening for Alex's screams.

He frowned, hearing nothing. "Damn..."

Instead, he smelled the air, and thankfully, he could still smell her. Following the trail, he was off again. After a few moments of some panic, relief came to him when he began to hear her again. Good, Alex was leaving him an auditory trail. It was more reliable than scent. Meanwhile, Alex was beating on the vampire, shrilling out. Surely it would wake up the entire neighbourhood, but she wasn't going to take being kidnapped without fighting.

"Let me go!" she demanded, smacking him in the face.

"Shaddup!"

Scowling, she reared back a fist. "I said! LET! ME! GO!"

"ARGH!" he cried as she punched him in the nose with the same force she had used on M'Quve a month ago.

The vampire was forced to stop, rubbing at his bleeding nose. "You fucking bitch!"

Bitch?! Alex would show him who was a bitch! Her training suddenly kicking in, she planted her feet upon the cement, grabbing the back of his neck. With the adrenaline pumping through her, she screamed in outrage, flipping her over him and slamming him headfirst into the ground. His neck cracked and Alex panted, taking a few steps back as she watched the body fall over. Swallowing, she ran off to the edge of a roof, looking down and shrieking, stepping back again. Why the fuck did she do that?! There was a sound behind her and she spun on the spot, gasping as the vampire she had just thrown was getting up, snapping his neck back in place.

"You fucking cunt. Well, the higher ups never said anything about not fucking you." He turned with a malicious grin on his face. "I may as well teach you a lesson, since you're not a virgin anyway."

Something landed behind him and he blinked, turning to face a double-barrel aimed straight at his face. "Alex, get down!" The girl instantly ducked just before Van fired off his final shell, the body falling back, ash impacting with the ground. There was a clinking of shotgun shells hitting the ground as Van replaced them. "Are you alright?"

Alex blinked, staring up at him. "My throat's a bit sore, but otherwise I'm fine."

He nodded, walking over to her, helping her up. "This will sound strange, but thank you for screaming at the top of your lungs."

The girl grinned. "No problem." As both just took this moment to catch their breaths, there was a slam, causing a small tremor that nearly knocked Alex off her feet, only to be caught by Van. "What the hell was that?!" she cried.

They both looked over, and they stared in horror as they saw a giant of a man. His body was huge with muscles, wearing only striped pants, combat boots, and fingerless gloves where they were ripped at the knuckles. His head had a square jaw, pearly white fangs glinting in the dark with a smile, a large aquiline nose, thick eyebrows, beady red eyes and his head shaved. If Alex could compare his height to anyone's, she could judge that he was at least two to three feet taller than Alucard. Van could feel Alex trembling against him as he himself gaped at this monster. Where was Alucard when you needed him?

Meanwhile, Alucard stood amongst the twenty-some-odd group of vampires. The Count's face was mostly hidden, except for his teeth-baring smirk. The little punks surrounding him just jeered and laughed. They really had no idea who they were dealing with, did they? Amused, Alucard strolled along, chortling to himself. They watched him warily, confused by his casual behaviour. There was no need for words. He didn't need to explain to them that they were just trash to him. The vampires started to get nervous then, especially when he drew both of his guns, hanging them at his sides, arms swinging some with his slow movement down the street. Civilians would probably hear the noise that he was about to make. Whatever. Let them hear. Let them see. It wouldn't matter. He could just erase the memories later.

The vampires grew more anxious, and one of them snapped, charging at Alucard from behind with a snarl, talons at the ready. The Count simply aimed behind him with Casull, blowing their head off without bothering to look, eyes glowing menacingly beneath his black locks. With that serving as a catalyst to the battle, Alucard's smile widened as more leaped at him and he rose both arms, blowing two to dust out of the air. One dared to charge him from the front, and he basically backhanded him with Jackal once he was in reach before shooting him in the spine as he fell with Casull.

"Pathetic," he murmured mockingly, his smile practically daring them all to come closer.

The red trench flailed about behind him as about five of them ran their hands right through him. He grunted, but otherwise felt nothing, only grinning some more, shocking the ones that dared to attack him. The Count then began to cackle with glee as his blood took on a life of its own, gripping their arms, much to their horror as they tried desperately to pull away, now trapped by him. The symbols on the back of his gloves then began to glow, his face overcome with shadows.

"Releasing Control Art Restriction Systems to level two. Approval of situation B recognized. Commencing the Cromwell Invocation." They all stared in horror at these words, pulling even more frantically as they began to shriek in terror. "Ability restrictions lifted for limited use until the enemy has been rendered silent."

The red coat came alive, the tails looking torn and ragged as his form began to look more foreboding and taller, an evil chuckled renting the night air. Air gushed around him, disturbing the snow. They all screamed as a dozen arms slithered out from under Alucard's coat, the interior showing hundreds of eyes as the five vampires froze in place. Black hands covered their entire heads before crushing their skulls in their iron grips, blood gushing onto the snow. With only twelve remaining, Alucard glanced up at them, a manic grin on his face.

"Pathetic," he repeated on a hiss. "Is this the best Gabriel can do?! You aren't even fit to call yourselves vampires! Not the slightest hint of self respect! C'mon! I asked for a slaughter! Hit me! Fight me! Stop trying to hit me and hit me!"

Much to his pleasure, they took his taunting seriously, all of them charging towards him, bellowing out the cries of outrage. All of them drew their guns, firing endlessly into the vampire as he took the bullets, his form being mangled to bits, chunks of his flesh having been torn and blasted away. The firing stopped, and a couple of them with long daggers ran at the barely recognizable corpse just standing there, using their vampire strength to slice him to pieces, taking off his arms, his head, and slicing his torso down the middle. Still, the body stood, the vampires gasping as they heard a dark cackle in their ears.

As usual, the lost blood slithered back to Alucard, swirling around his regenerating body like an air current. In moments, he was whole again, lifting eyes of hellfire as he laughed. Consequently, the ones that had sliced him to pieces suddenly had Alucard's hands tearing through their chests, crushing their hearts as their bodies exploded into blood, then ash. More gunfire was hailed upon him, and he disappeared, flickering into existence behind one, the gunman's head coming off as Alucard grabbed them by their skull, forcefully severing them at the neck with a powerful yank.

Nine left, Alucard flickered behind a few more, using his Casull to blow off their heads or shoot through their hearts from the back, bringing it down to three. The survivors just gritted their teeth, taking tentative steps back. They watched as the shadows that Alucard had used before to disguise Van's and Alex's escape began to form around the vampire like a flaming barrier or sorts. One vampire had enough and he ran at Alucard, only to be sliced apart by those same shadows. Alucard, with long straight hair draped around him like curtain, he began to stalk towards the final two, with only his eyes visible, a gun in each hand.

Both vampires tripped backwards, falling on their rears as they tried to back away, choking out tears of their fright of this unbeatable monster. Before either of them could scream, they each felt a barrel pressed firmly to their foreheads. Alucard made his smug grin known, his smile almost glowing in the night. Next thing they knew, their heads exploded with the gunfire that had been released. As their dust flew into the air, Alucard's face emerged from the shadows, smirking as he absorbed the spilled blood in the area before looking up at the moon before closing his eyes, opening his third as he sought out Alex through the expanse of the city.

Alex gasped as she was thrown aside by Van before he was suddenly tackled by the beast of a man, being slammed into the ground, causing him to cough out blood. Coughing some more from the weight, the monster got off him, grabbing the vampire by the neck and having him dangle in the air. Wincing, Van stared at the man with one eye, gritting his teeth. Alex sat there horrified before spotting the shotgun that Van dropped. Swallowing, she dove for it, aiming the short-barrel at the man's head and firing.

Van and Alex gaped in shock, as the shell didn't seem to do any damage. "W-what the hell?" said the Dracul. Grounding his teeth once more, he shouted feebly at Alex. "Run!"

"No!"

"J-just do it! Go now!"

The man just laughed. "It's no use," he said in a thick brogue. "More will be here soon. You're going to die, and she'll be captured so long as your pitiful forefather is distracted long enough."

Van hissed, grasping at the man's massive hand, trying to pry it off him, but he was so much stronger than him. With Alex stuck between trying to help Van and listening to him, she just stood there shaking. What should she do? If shotgun shells didn't work on a beast like him, what could she do? No! She wouldn't run away. Everything had a weakness! Then it clicked. It was probably the cruelest thing she would ever do, but it might be the only thing that might save Van. Suddenly running at the monster and slipping between him and Van's feet, she aimed. The man looked down, eyes widening as he saw the manic look in her eyes as she fired, and he screamed, dropping the vampire as he grabbed at his crotch, falling backwards in agony.

Van had dropped, wheezing and staring in mild shock at what Alex had done. "C-Christ. Remind me never to piss you off."

"You fucking b-bitch! You blew off my d-dick!" cried out the beast in fury.

Alex maintained her fierce expression, only for it to disappear as more vampires jumped onto the roof, surrounding them. How many were there left?! Van gripped her shoulder, taking his gun back before reloading it, his own face determined. With the large one incapacitated, things would be less difficult. Still, there was a dozen before him. Six was one thing, but even he could only handle so many enemies at once, and he already nearly lost sight of Alex once tonight. The vampires just laughed at them, teasing the fact that Van couldn't handle them alone.

The Dracul snarled, only to choke as he was suddenly stabbed from behind. "W-what?" he choked, staring at his wounded chest, a silver spike sticking out.

Alex gasped, looking horrified by his wound, then glancing behind him to see someone holding a chain this spike was attached to. With a violent yank, Van was pulled back roughly with a cry elicited from his mouth, his body being dragged across the concrete, leaving a bloody trail. Alex cried out his name, trying to go after him, only to have her way blocked by a couple of the vampires. With her skill level, there was no way she'd be able to defend herself. Looking past them, she watched in horror as a series of daggers descended upon Van, the vampire crying out, his blood pouring out.

"Van!"

Alex found that his gun had fallen again, and with the vampires in her way, she couldn't reach it. Slowly, the vampires stalked towards her, and she backed away until her back was pressed against the cold steel door that lead to the access stairway. What horrified her more was the fact that the giant seemed to have recovered, but his pants no longer covered his modesty and it was frightening to see its giant girth had ascended, standing proudly. This monster grinned with dark intent, stepping between the group of vampires that just laughed at her with mirthfulness.

"You're going to pay for that, wench," he promised. "I'm going to rip you a new one."

N-no! No! This wasn't happening! It couldn't happen! She cried out as his large hand grasped at her neck, holding her too tightly. Alucard... Alucard! Van could barely see what was happening, and he groaned out, "N-No... A-Alex. You b-bastards. Leave her a-alone." They just laughed at him as he struggled to simply move. He had to do something, lest that monster tear her apart!

Alex trembled, unable to help the tears of fear trail down her face as she choked out, "A-Alucard!"

The air had changed so suddenly, that even the monster threatening to rape Alex had frozen. Every enemy vampire turned, finding just the simple sight of a black haired man in a red trench coat standing in the centre of them all. For many moments, they just stared at him, his face covered by his untamed mass of black ink. Slowly, he rose his gaze, observing the situation before him. During his scan of the city looking for Alex, he had suddenly heard her cry for him deep within his thoughts, instantly pinpointing her and arriving in an instant.

It was plain for him to see what they had planned to do to Alex before he had appeared before them. That knowledge fuelled something deep inside, and simple words could not even begin to describe what he was feeling at this very moment. Not only had they intended to kidnap her for Gabriel, they were going to violate her being, probably sample her blood greedily like parasites. Alucard locked his eyes with Alex's, and that indescribable feeling had increased a thousand times.

With a threatening hiss, he uttered quietly, "You dared to put that look on her face." There was a kind of dark electricity in the air, causing most of the vampires to tremble, their faces sweating. "It's just like before..." he whispered to himself, the memory of Katarina's rape clear in his mind. The vampire's teeth gnashed together, threatening to chip, tiny red veins appearing in his vampire canines as he shook with a most profound rage, his upper face covered. Revealing his face once more, the look he sent them all suddenly put the fear of God in each and every one of them, this monster roaring out into the night, "I'll kill you all!"

The lesser vampires were easily dealt with, as all he did was stretch his shadows across the ground, thrusting them upwards like spears, impaling each and every one. They barely had any time to scream as it happened, those spears suddenly growing long thorns, stabbing them in multiple places from the inside. The bodies twitched, none of them able to escape, suffering as they dangled there. One of those spears barely missed the giant, instead just stabbing through his dick and tearing it off as he screamed, dropping the girl.

Alex looked up from the ground, transfixed by what Alucard had done. He did all this...for her? Only a monster would have shown this kind of dedication, and Alucard had described himself as such many times. The fact that he was called the Impaling Prince became a vivid reality to her. The beast of a man beside her was on his knees, cradling his groin, whimpering in pain for the second time for the same reason. With a growl, he stood and practically limped towards Alucard in a bull-like charge, rearing back his fists with the intention of using sheer strength to overpower him. This did not faze the vampire, as he caught both fists, effortlessly holding the giant back.

Alucard glared at his enemy, his expression that of a cold calm. "You do not have the power to defeat me. You're just a dog in the form of a monster. I am a monster in the form of a man. And as I keep telling everyone, only humans can defeat monsters!"

With a deafening roar, Alucard gripped the mans thick wrists, lifting him up and tossing him to the ground, forming a crater from the impact. Stepping up to the downed enemy, he snarled, his boot pressing on the groaning creature's head, pushing on it. The giant cried, flailing his arms, trying to push Alucard off him, but the Count wouldn't relent. Instead, he kept pushing down on the skull, creating a small shockwave with each kick, the vampire yelling out in fury as he sped up his stomping, even after the man's skull finally gave under the pressure, brain matter soaking his boot.

Alex just watched as Alucard did this, even after he had already killed the man. Could he even stop? Swallowing, she shakily got to her feet, walking over to him until she was close enough to grasp the sleeve of his coat. "Alucard, you can stop," she said softly, "He's dead. Please..."

After a few more stomps, he did finally cease, panting hard, his breath shaky from his slowly dissipating rage. Firming his lips together, he used his spears to produce more thorns, piercing through the hearts of every vampire there, their cries of pain echoing in the wind as they disintegrated to nothing. The spikes shrunk back to the ground, shadows slithering back to the vampire, disappearing entirely. Relieved that he had calmed down, Alex turned to the bigger emergency, quickly running over to Van's side.

"Oh Van," she breathed, tears threatening to fall again.

He winced, smiling at her reassuringly. "I'll be fine. Just a few blood packs and I'll be right as rain again."

Alucard strolled over, standing over the younger vampire for a moment in consideration. Somehow, he wanted to beat the lesser vampire to within an inch of his life for allowing this to happen. However, someone in Van's position could only do so much, stuck in the state of being a vampire that had yet to drink his master's blood. For someone like Van, it was amazing that he had managed this much by himself, and that giant wasn't likely an easy contender for someone like the hunter. Also, Alucard was also to blame for getting caught up in playing with his opponents. The vampire crouched down, forcing Van to sit up, the young Dracul wincing from the movement. One by one, he pulled out the knives, until only the chain weapon was left, removing that as well. Alex winced every time she saw blood gush out of Van's wounds.

Alucard turned a serious expression to Van, the Dracul giving him a puzzled and pained stare. "Even though I am not your master, drinking my blood will make you a stronger vampire. The chance of you ever consuming the blood of your sire is slim, and this may be the only way you can get any stronger if you continue to only drink from packs."

Van blinked, unable to believe what he was hearing. Once Alucard's offer had begun to sink in, he frowned a little, sighing in defeat. "I'm afraid I'll have to accept what you're proposing. As I am right now, I won't be able to protect anyone for long."

Wordlessly, Alucard shifted back his sleeves, baring his wrist before biting into it, willing his own wound not to close. Alex watched in silence as the Count drew his wrist closer to Van's mouth. Hesitantly, Van grasped his forefather's arm, eyeing the tempting substance before securing his mouth over the wound, drawing in Alucard's essence. Van's eyes shot open, his insides on fire as Alucard's power overwhelmed him, and his wounds began to close on their own without him even thinking about it. After a couple minutes of this, Van withdrew and Alucard laid him on the ground again as Van got over his dazed state.

Alex stammered out, "I-is he going to be a-alright?"

"Yes," Alucard reassured. "My blood is potent for any vampire. Consuming my blood will grant them some of my strength. Give him an hour to recover and he'll be fine."

The Count stood up then, walking away some to stare out at the city. It would be dawn soon, he mused. This night, he had almost failed Alexandra. Alucard had been careless, the thought tearing him from the inside out. Suddenly, he felt a weight from behind him, and he peered around to find Alex leaning against him. For awhile, he stared at her, perplexed that she was doing this willingly. Normally, he was the first to initiate physical contact, like a simple embrace.

"You came," she whispered almost brokenly, nearly breaking his own heart at the sound of her voice. "I called, and you came." He could smell the tears already, soaking the back of his coat. "I thought Van was going to die, and that monster was going to r-rape me," she sobbed. "But you came for me!"

His hands clenched into fists, his teeth gritting. The vampire turned, Alex pulling away just a few inches to let him. Alucard then wrapped his coat around her, pulling her close, her face buried in his suit jacket. "Of course I did," he murmured softly, bending over her slightly, burying his nose in her hair, his right hand cradling the back of her head. "You only need to call for me, and I will be by your side in an instant. I will always be there, my beautiful Alexandra."

Alex hiccoughed, her sobs ebbing away to nothing, her fingers grasping at him tightly. What was this feeling? No, it felt familiar. Something she had only felt once before for someone else. "Alucard," she mumbled into his torso, "what am I to you?"

Alucard's undead heart lurched at the question. Though it was incoherent, he heard it clear as day. He closed his eyes painfully, holding her closer to him. He couldn't answer her. Not yet, my love. Soon.

A/N: I STAYED UP ALL NIGHT TYPING THIS SHIT! It's great shit, though, I must say. My eyes are bugging out, but I managed to get through it. This is probably the longest chapter I've written for this story so far. Ugh, so tired. Picturing Van's fight scenes looked more epic in my head than how I described them, so for that, I apologize. Also, when you try to literally screw Alex, Alucard does not fuck around. When you see him, you'll shit bricks. Or, you won't, because he's got a shadow stick shoved up your ass, plugging you up and making you choke on your own blood. I gave Alex a couple moments of awesome, because that is what she is. Also, guys? I apologize for the whole, uh, you know, genital mutilation stuff in here.

Also, kind of pissed right now. Managed to get my wallet back, but things are missing from it. Fucking prick is going to die if I ever catch the cunt sneaking in my apartment. Thinking of leaving a light on before I go to bed to ensure that they won't be as tempted. Maybe I should construct a realistic looking shotgun, attached to a complicated contraption that will shoot tranquilizers when they come through the door. Then I can fucking murder them. Any particular torture requests in mind? Suggestions are completely welcome.

Anyway, I'm just rambling now, so please leave a review, your thoughts, questions, and thank you guys for reading, following and favouriting.