Me: (weakly laughs happily) Man, would you all believe Iwas really worried you would all kill me? Honestly, I though you'd all give me flames and stuff for my ending the one story so fast and starting this one up twenty years later... (sighs weakly) thank you for being kind to me.
Integra: They never were, they all want to mangle you from what you did.
Me: (nods) I know... but you must admit, it was a good ending... oh and the one who said something of all the editorial mistakes and stuff (weak laugh) that would be my bad... I wrote the first two chapters near five in the morning and haven't had a good rest for three days before hand... so apologies and will tempt to fix them as best as I can... but for now... here is more, enjoy!
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Deep within a forest cloaked by the embrace of the nights darkness, a heavy wind tore through the middle aged pine trees making them sway like thin twigs. Birds be it of day time or night, were locked onto their perches, huddled in close knit groups to keep from flying involuntarily into the bustling gusts. Animals both of day and night, dug deeper into their burrows as the cloudy sky filled with enraged and swollen gray clouds, broke open. Torrents of the icy rain splashed down and with the aid of the harsh winds, the rain pelted everything with a violent force. Through the sound of the rain falling and wind roaring through the many pine trees and their branches, far below in the forest, a shadow exposed through the small clearings of the trees, slammed past on all fours. A curious fox who sniffing the air from his burrow, yelped loudly as the large man sized figure smashed past making mud rise up in its wake like a wave fill with the very anger and defiance the creator of such a wave wore on its form.
With heavy breaths harshly blowing past parted jaws looking to that of a bird, feline like eyes glowed on the well muscles shadow encased head. With the front of a bird and rear of a lion with huge wings tightly folded onto its back. The fully drenched griffin ran, wild rage burned into its eyes as the sound of metal giving a muffled whimper from the thunderous griffin's feet. With its mud lathered fore claws rising, its claws shinning into the air being cleansed for a few seconds of the pounding rain were ready for the next downfall for more exhilaration. Upon each wrist rested two inch wide gold metal cuffs holding a odd language with the use of what seemed the English alphabet as small sapphires bordered the markings. Crashing onto the ground, the griffin's claws sinking hard into the mud, pushed and flexing, rose back up. The wind whistled loudly past the creature's hidden ears as the feet continued to tear up the ground with near blinding speeds. Far off behind the griffin, a faint demonic bellow roared through the trees making the griffin hunch forward to gain more speed. To both predator and those who have been hunted, understood through their animal eyes and feeling of raw instinct as they sank further into their safety holds. The griffin was being hunted.
With a violent snap in the wind, blood rose savagely into the rain crashing sky. With a pain filled scream passing its jagged black beak, the griffin in near slow motion, clawed the air as its entire left side was ripped open from some unseen attack. Crashing hard, bellowing waves of mud were pushed to all sides as the griffin laid there soaked in blood, rain and mud. The griffin though began to rise swiftly, it knew there would be no mercy from- bones grinding, shattered with a muffled scream as the beast collapsed hard to the ground with a sloshing growl rumbling from its chest. That blow to its side had cracked all its ribs, or rather, shattered. The dark dry laughter made the griffin feel all its body warmth flee as it rising his feline like eyes to behind its body... saw the silhouette standing there in the form of a cloak man. "you thought you could get away... it seems very unlikely... now, if you wish to die with very little pain, tell me what I want to know..." the man's dry voice sneered as he remained standing there as if a statue, unphased by the blustery winds and pelting rain.
"Oie nacc doloh kissoot, medjkoh!" The griffin's very scratchy voice screamed through the bombarding rains. The silhouette merely stood there for a few seconds before the dark laughter rumbled from his chest once more. "Smart, very smart bird. Using the ancient dialect, it's a dead language though... quite useless, especially when I can hear your very words... oh what was it you said... ah yes, wasn't it like 'You will never succeed, monster'? But, if you will not comply, I will..." with a violent lurch, the man giving a mangled growl hunched forward as the griffin shaking water from its head, glanced over to form seeing three gaping holes were torn into the man's right shoulder letting the stench of the vile blood to fill the air. Snapping its beak hard, the griffin convulsed from the horrid stench, it was of undead but also of decaying human... whatever this thing was, was once human and now a mix of undead and living... with the living side decaying slowly from inside out. This monster would soon begin to look like a zombie and yet be more of a undead.
"You best get out of here, we can handle this." The griffin jumping hard, glanced to the left with wide fearful eyes as it saw them. three forms, also cloaked in darkness, their scents though gave it away... undead, all three were undead. Two woman and one man who reeked more of blood then the two women combined. "Hxe uho oie?" the griffin's raspy voice spoke as it rising to its feet weakly, stumbled back hard, closer to them and further from the mangled monster before them. "What? Anyone know that language?" Spoke a strict dark woman's voice, the one who had fired. "it's a vamperic tongue, used one time by the royals themselves... if my guess is correct, he merely asked who we are." a near innocent woman's voice murmured softly against the harsh weather around them all. The man with them, gave a faint laugh. "In any case... tell this beast ta find a safe haven, Heinkel.." as the man spoke swift harsh words upon a lightened Irish accent to the woman who had fired, both griffin and the other young lady traded both very uneasy glances.
"I'm... new at this... um... how to say find a safe... haven... um... vadt u... juvo xulod..." the griffin's eyes immediately grew as he understood her words... find a safe haven.. find... with a eager nod, the griffin rose to his feet, he already knew the safe haven, his main goal to deliver a message and he wasn't to far from it by now. The sharp talons on his forearms flexed wearily as he felt the weight of the brackets upon his wrists, they weren't for show, but a message... a location of a certain undead royal, as of urgent news that was to change the world yet again.
Looking at Yumiko with soft feline eyes as Heinkel began to fire viciously into the regenerating silhouette making him lurch back hard. "kxudb oei." And with his claws sinking into the mud once more, with a violent swagger from the still very painful side injury. The griffin fled as Yumiko's mind tried to translate and keep a weary eye on the figure who was falling back into the cloak of darkness. "Don't let him escape!" yelled the man as Yumiko, smiling weakly, rose to her feet fully once more... 'thank you...' gripping the katana tightly, Yumiko shut her red eyes as she took in a deep breath allowing the doorway to open form a mind switch into Yumie.
With dark laughter rising past the bellowing winds and pounding rain, the figure's form fully regenerating, cackled. "you cannot ever kill me with those meaningless trinkets, even if I'm not at the moment a full undead; I will get what I want!" with his cruel laughter echoing wickedly all around, the figure's form merely disappeared, vanished in the stormy weather leaving three very drenched and very annoyed undead standing there wondering exactly the fuck just happened, a tree far off gave its dying cries and crashed savagely into its brethren with the winds picking up more severely.
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As night fell upon the city of London, the once near empty streets were suddenly bustling as if a swarm of ants with the near full moon resting in the star filled clear sky watching over them all like a mother's watchful eyes. Vampires stalked the streets in their own little huddled groups or gatherings as those humans who had very little fear of the undead, walked along with them as if one themselves. The uneasy truce between all creatures of day and night didn't fully work on those who were rookies of being undead and those who merely wanted power and bloodshed. Violent fights broke out as both wannabe slayers and blood sucking murderers clashed yet were swiftly silenced from the now fully awoken servants of darkness who rise every night as some clan of morbid police. How they silenced these little scuffles though were very violent and none had yet to live from these little encounters with Alucard's dark servants.
With violent screams within one dark alleyway filled with metal cans and vermin scuttling about, three young vampires looking to be their mid twenties with the ruffian looks of gangsters had cornered two young women humans of the near same age dressed in the rough gothic slayer look... black clothing with long coats covering their near weapon lathered bodies. Wooden steaks gripped within white knuckles, the two women even with fear shimmering in their hazel and tan brown eyes, they didn't rest their backs onto the wall.
"Pathetic... you all are pathetic..." the savage voice and wave of dark rigid annoyance and pure darkness consumed the clammy alleyway making all five freeze, be it blood sucker to human slayer. Rats scrambled as the shadows in the alleyway shuddered and began to grow and consume any light bleeding into the dank location from nearby orange flickering street lights. "Shit... it's him... let get out of here, now! Come on, lets..." the two vampires froze as when their third comrade whipped around to flee; with the sound of bones grinding, aloud man's voice screamed in shear pain. Seeing the very wide eyes of their one time victims, the vampires whipping around froze like deer to headlights. Standing there like a looming predator over its wounded prey, lathered in shadows, the man's right arm was held out with his stiff hand held out as flecks of grey ash. With a faint gust rising, the one time vampire gangster now rested at the man's dark feet as nothing more but a pile of glass like ash.
Shaking his hand ever so faintly as it not caring worth a shit, the man's arm dropped leisurely to his side sending the final few speckles of ash drifted down to the rest. With a wicked deep chuckle rumbling from within his very form making his shoulders shake, upon his shadow encase face, red slits slowly parted exposing violently blazing red eyes. "Lord... Dracula..." whispered one of the women as both she, her comrade and the remaining two vampires, fell back hard into the alleyway with faint muffles of their shoes on the trash covered pavement as the darkness of this man's cruel aura collapsed all around them like a heavy blanket of pure terror. A small cruel laugh passed Alucard's hidden lips, "I am looking for my queen, do you pathetic life forms know of her whereabouts?" the man's dark words crooned softly, mixing with the gentle breeze making a few nearby mangled newspaper pages, shift and crinkle.
One of the vampires whose soul was filled with fear, gave a very weak and near silent laugh. "Y... Your queen? Is this some kind of sick j-" with a fluid motion near unseen to both undead and mortal eyes... with a vicious roar of gunfire bellowing off of the alleyway walls of solid brick. Crimson streamers of boiling blood splattered hard all over the ground and walls as the vampire's skull like that to an egg crashing from a high distance; shattered. Chunks of near grey brain matter spilling of the red elixir to life, splashed into the chilly, but within mere seconds of the bullet mangling the man's skull... what was once flying wet mixture of blood and innards, a giant plume of grey ash flew swiftly all around filled with a tempted and failed last defiance before death.
With his shoulders shaking to the dark laughter ringing from his undead lungs, Alucard stood there tall and cruel. Still encased by the tight embrace of the nights darkness, his left arm was held forward with the still smoking jackal clutched so cheerfully in his hand. The final vampire with a now very visible trembling body, stumbled back hard alongside the also very shaken women who having their bodies stiffen from fear, dropped their steaks to the ground. "Y... you're insane!" yelled the one vampire as Alucard chuckling, lowered his arm to his side once more though remained clutching his one of two favorite weapons. "if you have nothing more to say, then your usefulness ends here." Hearing the dark growls and grinding of claws from above... the three with near mechanical like motions, rose their three sets of eyes to the sky above and became statues with fear freezing their soul and blood within.
With three sets of glowing red eyes peering down, three full grown man sized winged lizard bird mixed demons from the castle watched the two humans and vampire with a dark craving. Snapping their jagged beaks, droplets of their faint green laced saliva slipped down their jaws. A poison they all held; the servants of Alucard; once bitten, it slowly burns you from inside out and your body cannot go in shock or go numb to save you from the painful suffering. One woman and the vampire being locked in place to stare at the frightful black demons, the other woman fearfully looked forward back to the alleyway entrance to see Alucard was walking away with not a single thought of pity or sorrow. "Lord.. Dracula... please..."
"Servants, feast." The woman felt the hair prickle hard all over her body as she heard the man's cruel malicious voice. With feral screams of shear pleasure, the one woman looked up and parted her lips as she saw the flash of jagged black claws flying right for her face. Many who walked past the alleyway heard the screams of both servants and victims. Those who peeked in, froze at the sight of blood and chunks of body parts and innards scattered all around and being fought over viciously by the three winged servants. Be it seeing the gory sight, smelling it, our just plain out hearing it... near all eyes flew to the night sky to see the thick swarm of bats fly over head. Blood froze within as shivers ran through all backs. Even if they felt semi safe in this city ruled over by the very first of all undead. Whenever the Undead King was out, no matter if it's just for a 'stroll' or even a hunt for his next feast or queen who liked to wander off, no one wanted to be in that man's presence.
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Me: I hope my spelling and stuff was a bit better then before, but if not, tell me and I shall do much better.
Ty: ... (flexing his metal arm)
Me: ... uh... moving on... I don't know quite yet myself, but for me at the moment, it seems this fic is going to start a bit slow, but I'm trying to get it going much faster then what happened in the first fic that took over twenty chapters beforeI got a grand plot going... so keep up the reviews and to all who have so far reviewed and enjoyed this fanfic as well as the first, you all get a pat on the back... (And whoever reviewed and said something of crazy lady Seras, Yes, I am a gal but no insult takin, and I shall take int oconsiderationg your funny idea) Till then, ciao for now!