Me: Hello again to all new and old alike! (meaning fan wise, not age) The Second chapter is finally up and runnin... I truly do hope that this will pass as a good story and all... It merely is just a continuation with a twenty year break between both stories.
Seras: Soudns like fun...
Me: (shrugs) I hope it is, so far I'm enjoying writing this.. And I hope all those who read it, enjoy it as well... but for now, enjoy!
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With a few birds giving their faint final calls to the consuming night, sitting upon a random park bench loomed a figure consumed by shadows. With a slow plume of white smoke curling around the figures head, a annoyed sigh passed the figures lips as a another form timidly made its way to the bench and its occupant. With a low dry chuckle, the one shadow encase figure dropping the cigarette onto the ground, crushed the cigarette under a black boot with a worn out front. "You're late." A gentle yet dark young woman's voice spoke as the figure rising her shadowed face up let the nearby flickering orange light catch her face. With red eyes glinting on a dark and not so innocent face showing the age of a young nineteen year old.
Her soft red lips curled into a gentle smirk baring the very points of her fangs. A few tendrils of raven black hair that bore a dark blue shine, fell across her left eye as the rest was pulled back into a small pony tail. The other figure having drawn near, gave a weak respectful bow with his left arm clicking and glinting from the glow of metal instead of flesh. "maybe you need to learn patience dear 'princess', and did your mother say you shouldn't smoke?" The man's low voice murmured as he standing tall let the light fall on his form.
Wearing formal black slacks and tank top, he having short unruly brown hair, the man bore two brown wolf ears on either side of his head instead of human ears. His entire right arm from shoulder to fingertip, was made of nothing but sleek silver metal with a chrome shine and clawed fingertips. Even though metal and cold to the touch, he thanks to a good mechanic's touch, had feeling throughout the device making the arm near as real as his left. With golden eyes smiling to the woman who at before him, the werewolf took in a slow breath. "patience... thank my mother for my lack in such a thing, and she did say smoking was bad, but she probably shouldn't have said that to me with a damn cigarette in her mouth." Chuckled the woman as she with a small sigh rose to her feet.
Her five foot two slender figure was cloaked within a form hugging black leather trench coat with four metal buckles running on the front as upon her upper sleeves shined two gothic aged red metal crosses. Her feet were the only thing exposed from underneath the coat showing thick steel toed boots as upon her hands were finger less leather gloves with steel knuckles. With her lack of vamperic experience, the woman had taken into account her brute strength in fighting with her fists, feet and fangs. The wolf flicking his left ear, gave a small shrug "whatever, even your mother had more patience then you, but come, your father wants you to come back home, it's nearing time for departure." The werewolf spoke as far in the star filled sky, a skeleton blue Heron flew over giving out its demonic cry. One of many servants from the American undead's castle.
The wolf shivering slightly, gave a deep growl. "I hate those things..." he grumbled making the woman laugh as she watched the skeleton beast fly over head as a few others followed suit. "it's funny you hate those undead creatures when you were one of the many who aided in bringing darkness to this world." Shoe spoke with a light tone to her voice gaining a glare from the wolf. "Yes well, back then I was still a full fledged servant to your father, now I'm equal on the ranks with you 'royals' seeing my own queen and I rule over Alaska." The man spoke with a short laugh passing his lips. The woman laughing had enjoyment within the deep red pools of her eyes. "how is lady Sorah and your two children?" the woman spoke.
The wolf smiling like a father, gave a soft sigh. "Sorah is always working... on something and the pups being twin brothers are always getting into mischief and they're only four... I am thankful our children be it wolf or vampire age like normal humans until they reach their prime age of mid twenties... but I pray for mercy when they reach the teens." The wolf spoke making the woman outright laugh. The two dropped formality as they chatted happily within the park that rested in the fringes of Seattle that during the night was overrun with terror from the human residents who being the two thirds of the population having yet to accept the graceful touch from the hands of darkness onto their lands and lives. As the two chattered away, both were unaware of the shadowed figure having formed from many bats, slowly head their way with a conscious graceful gait.
The wolf's ears twitched making the woman fall silent as the wolf smiling weakly turned around facing the oncoming tall figure that was over six foot. "Donovan... I was trying to get her to your domain but she is as stubborn as ever." The wolf spoke with a small shrug as he ignored the glare and middle finger the young woman behind him. A dark but gentle chuckle left the mans lips as he stepping forth into the street light, shined amused golden red eyes.
In a black trench coat lathered in buckles and straps, bore two red gothic aged crosses on his lower sleeves and a single giant one on his back. With blazing blue black long hair tied back into a horse tail, three lines that were black on top and blended to a blood red on the tips ran beneath his red eye to the corner of his mouth. With heavy boots, black bondage like pants with a cream white shirt loosely buttoned underneath the trench coat... he bore class, but also a darkness as foreboding as Dracula himself.
When a normal human would cringe from his appearance, both young woman and wolf stood there watching the man as he baring a gentle yet dark smile on his lips while he stood there. "I send you to retrieve Alexial, and here I find you two chatting away." The vampire chuckled softly as the wolf hung his ears ever so slight as the woman by him smiled happily to this foreboding figure. "well gee, sorry... blame Alaska boy here, he got here late and then started chatting." Alexial chuckle making the wolf's ears go fully erect as he glaring at her, flexed his metal claws making the metal click ever so gently. "Bull shit, you were the one to ask me of my family!" he spoke, Alexial shrugging gave a light laugh as Donovan sighing, smiled to his daughter and his wolf friend and comrade from many years.
"Enough children, both of you, Alexial... Ty... Now, Alexial, I wish for you to finally get full training on your vamperic abilities, you still have yet to fully mature your true dragon form." He spoke with a light tone to his dark voice. Alexial watching him, gave a deep annoyed sigh. With lack of training, another draw back to having no experience, her true form; a dragon; was nothing more but a small dragonet no larger then a medium sized dog. Semi big to human eyes who had never seen the full size and grace of Donovan's dragon side. From twenty years of raw fighting, Donovan gaining even more experience to the ways of darkness, his dragon side was near as big as the space needle that surprisingly survived the wars within Seattle, Washington with very little damage. "Father, why can you not just train me... you're just as powerful as that 'king' in London." She grumbled.
Donovan watching his daughter, let a deep breath slip past his lips. "Alexial... I love you with all my heart, but right now I cannot, the humans in the Americas are near uncontrollable due to their damn democracy... and by it looks, I won't have full control until your thirtieth year of life, and already by then you'll have grown into a full no life queen, you need training." The undead American king murmured softly as Alexial sighing once more gave her father a look any teenager gave to their parents, be it she was nineteen. "Alexial..." Donovan spoke with a bit of a plea ringing in his words, Alexial grumbling gave a small nod. "Fine... I'll go, but I'd rather be trained by a true king then some snobby English blood sucker with his prissy queen... what?" the woman asked as she glancing to Ty who gave a mangled short laugh to when she had spoken. His golden eyes amused, Ty gave a faint and uneasy grin to the young woman as he with his right flesh hand, weakly itched the back of his neck. "Uh... Lord Dracula isn't 'snobby' nor his Queen, Lady Seras being 'prissy', Alexial." The wolf spoke in a low tone making the young confused woman look at her father as he smiled slightly.
The young woman sighing, nodded "I know, I know... he's the first of us all, a demon dragon vampire when we're just dragon vampires... so when do I head out?" she grumbled. Donovan smiling with relief to his daughter's not wishing to start a fight, his golden red eyes looked up to the sky. "About now... here comes your mother." Hearing the heavy wing beats boom like a drumming deep bass, both vampires and wolf looked up as the silhouette form of a large dragon flew gently over head with eight red eyes blazing. As the ground shook from the dragon landing not so far off from the three. With a slender yet well built form that was about a third smaller then Donovan's dragon self, the only other color from black was the metallic silver underbelly, claws and teeth. The dragon had the long slender muzzle that look much like a lizard as black horns jetted from the back of its head with four and a half feet long spines rising from the back of its neck down to the tip of its tail. The dragon was indeed savage looking but bore a odd feminine feel. The dragon was truly a sight that brought terror to human hearts but to the three below she was, a mother, a lover, a friend. Lady Zuranna, vampire queen of America.
The dragons eight red eyes holding within silent laughter and amusement bored down from Donovan to the wolf and young vampire. "Ty... I'm surprised to see you away from Sorah and your younglings, but it's good to see you again." Zuranna's gentle yet ever so slight sarcastic voice rang through their minds as Ty smiling nodded in deep respect to the queen he had served for so many years. "there was a reason to my madness of seeking out your daughter... Lady Seras has invited me to come with to the castle in London, to reunite old friendly ties and for a task Donovan has given me." The wolf spoke, Zuranna parting her demonic jaws, gave a loud scratchy laugh that was more beast then human... for obvious reasons. "She invited all of us, apparently after near fifteen years of taming their own lands, she finally beat Dracula enough to allow other 'royals' into their lands... and yes Alexial, I'm coming with, I want to torment the old bat after so long!" Zuranna cackled wickedly as she seeing her daughter's stare felt the dark pride and enjoyment rise in her chest. Ty sighing weakly rubbed the back of his neck as his ears hung limply on either side of his head. Was this the best thing to do?
"I believe it is, Seras and Zuranna are good friends and Alexial, they were there right when you were born and for a year stayed with us, it was rather amusing of Seras's uneasy tales of Alucard and she babysitting." Chuckled Donovan making his love, daughter and former servant look at him. Ty laughing weakly, nodded "you tend to wonder if she was truly safe with that man... by the way, seeing I was given the invite as well as you two, what of Integra and Walter?" the wolf asked with a soft voice. Both Zuranna and Donovan traded weary glances. Walter; from one of their own wars in the other side of the Northern Americas with their own domain giving to them from Donovan, reigning in New York City, New York. To save Integra from destruction, threw himself in harms way, and the outcome... was pretty severe, and it seemed only a select few knew what happened, not even Seras or Dracula.
Alexial watching her parents, eyed them with concern. "Mom... dad?" both dragon and man glanced over to their daughter. Zuranna was the first to break the silence as she smiling brought out her long neck and bumped her muzzle ever so lightly onto Alexial's side. "Do not fret, just thinking of our friends from so long ago... and yes Ty, they will be there... or so I think. They have their own domain to run in the South American continent, so we won't know until we get to London.. so Alexial, are you ready?" Alexial blinking, looked to her mother who smiled with loving care to her.
"Zuranna... Ty... please inform Dracula and his queen of what I had found out of Hakuyaoshi and also tell them of the rumors we heard... yes they're rumors, but they may be real yet. Fly swiftly my love... if what we've learned is true... we're going to be heading into another war." Donovan murmured softly to his love and former servant as both Ty and Alexial clambered oddly onto Zuranna's scale lathered back. Her eight red eyes looking fully at Donovan. "I pray what you've heard isn't true... from what Seras told us, that monster died in the burning building twenty years ago." Zuranna spoke as she slowly unfolded her massive leathery wings and flexed her claws deeply into the soft ground beneath her heavily padded feet. Donovan sighing nodded as he wearily watched them, "In any case... be careful... if there really is another underground organization, Hell will once more be unleashed... farewell for now." Donovan sighing smiled tenderly to Zuranna as she returning the dragon like smile, sent bellowing winds all around and within seconds of heavy down beats of her mighty wings... the undead American queen flew hard into the dark sky with her daughter and old friend... unaware of the growing danger. None of them were aware.
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Far in the depths of unknown catacombs with barely any light, bones of both fresh and old were strewn all around within the water covered floor with floating carcasses of recently ravaged humans rotting away in the gently rushing waters. Water dripped in the darkness as chains dangling from the ceiling clicked softly in the alien breeze. Upon a small beam of faint sunlight breaking through a crack in the high ceiling, within the light that shimmered faintly onto the ground covered in two feet of water, a single man stood with his back against the wall made of ancient bricks that was covered in a odd black moss. With his arms chained above his head and a silver rune lathered steak in his chest, the man's head dangled forward. His black hair with blond tips and braided ponytail covered the pale face as his body, be it covered in spots of dirt and scrapes, he wore a near familiar look to that of a certain undead American.
With a inch wide leather strip around his neck baring a simple black cross upon the front, silver hoop earrings with a amber tear drop on a silver chain dangling from his right ear. Wearing a very loose cream white long sleeve shirt with baggy sleeves that are buttoned around the wrists with a black chrome fabric cross on the lower left sleeve. Only three buttons in the center of his shirt were drawn together exposing a very slender but well muscles chest and belly as the cream white shirt's collar hung onto his shoulders in a wide loose fold. With low riding black pants carrying two heavy black belts with silver flat rectangular buckles cress-crossing over his front and rear, two small belts trimmed with silver were on each slender upper leg as a single belt with silver buckles were on each lower leg between his slim knee and ankle as two medium sized chains hung heavily from his left front side the his left rear belt loop. With his black dress up like steel toed shoes lathered in the cold waters that had gone to near his knees, the near over six foot man uttered small murmurs, but that was all he did in his current dormant state.
Far off, slinking through the water with very little sound, a lone figure of near same height stood tall and stiff. Wearing clothing like that of a homeless, the man slowly moving making the water whisper around his moist legs, stepped into the faint beam of sunlight. Looking a human but with murky gray red eyes on a one time handsome face that was now twisted from many years of anger and shear rage; there he stood, no longer a human, and no longer a vampire, but a mix of both. Director Maxwell. Watching his dormant victim, the man gave a cruel laugh as he held no true undead fangs within his mouth. "I've finally found you..." The runes on the steak blazed as soon as Maxwell had uttered his vile words.
The pinned man gave a small groan as he trembling violently looked up ever so slight with his hair covering his entire right eye, a solid ice blue eye with a look to making anyone feel shivers down their spine, stared viciously forward to Maxwell who stood before him and still grinned cruelly. "Fuck... off... ya.. basturd..." the man's harsh raspy voice hissed the words as his single exposed eye blazed with despicable loathing making Maxwell's grin become ever more cruel. "You are in no position to speak..." Narrowing his cloudy colored eyes, Maxwell chuckling cruelly, leaned forward ever so slight to the man keeping them locked eye to eye. "... 'Lord' Hakuyaoshi... Brother of Donovan... Oh yes, I've had many years to dig up the necessary trash on you... the only known undead who went human just to impregnate his human wife, and then go back as a undead... How pathetic for the Hellsing bloodline to begin. " Maxwell laughing fell back in the rushing waters as the runes turning the steak to glowing white hot shine, Hakuyaoshi lunged hard with a savage yell passing his lips. Even with all his brute strength rattling the chains binding his hands above his head, with the rune laced steak remaining in his chest, Haku was still pinned to the wall. The man struggled hard as his icy blue eye blazed. "I... will fucking kill you... mention that name again, and I will... fucking kill you!" Haku yelled with his voice bellowing around all over the empty dark catacombs.
Maxwell laughing outright watched the man with more cautious eyes then a few seconds before. "So.. you still call him a monster? From what I see, you have tainted your own soul as well." Maxwell sneered as he flexing his stiff hands allowed a few of his joints to crack. Haku growling deeply, continued to stare with a murderous look towards Maxwell as his fangs were bared. "He is no fiend... But I will NOT allow a monster like you abuse his title, I should rip your tongue out!" Maxwell laughing, eyed the vampire king before him with a malicious glint in his murky grey red eyes. "I will abuse it whatever way I see fit, for I will be the one to take you monstrosities out." Maxwell chuckled deeply as Haku continued to stare, and if looks could kill. Haku's would be gutting Maxwell in the most horrendous of ways. Seeing the vampire's look, Maxwell laughing, began to step backwards as his entire lower half was soaked from the waters seeping up his clothing. "Fine, fester in your rage, it'll do you no good... and until you see to my level and tell me how to become a full undead once more, I will let you rot here..." making the water splash around his legs, Maxwell turning hard on his feet, walked off fading into the darkness as Haku's roars of anger were heard throughout the deafening darkness of the catacombs.
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Me: The beginning was just to damn cheerful (shudders) my soul needs darkness, thus... I made the end of this chapter dark, you all like?
Ty: (flexing his metal arm) I feel special.
Me: (blinks) ... ookkk... anywho to all, reviews, tell me what you all think so far and more will come after Thanksgiving and this following weekend and all... until then, Ja'Na!