Me: And I'm back with more... my cold is finally down to just a runny nose, but it's annoying as hell... (sniff) anywho, about the 'weird' langauge that the griffin speaks... it's all made up and stuff... if my guess is correct, it is actually from a game, can't remember from what though... but yes... if anyone asks, no I do not own it, I must say this to save my sorry ass just in case.

Zuranna: (smriks) your ass is never going to be saved.

Me: uh...

Donovan: (sighs)

Me: (sniffs) moving on... here is more for you all to enjoy... and again, I'm going to try and keep this story action filled and enjoyable, so if you have any ideas, tell me and I'll try to work them in for ya... enjoy!

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Far off to the river's edge within London by the docks, a lone petite figure in black followed by a massive black horse, stood there by a empty fenced off lot. With her feet carefully slinking through the lot that was covered with rotting to dried out and crushed flowers as in the center rested a near fifteen foot black metal cross with names etched all over. Clutching tenderly a small handful of five red roses from the garden in the castle, Seras's blue eyes softly looked at the lot before her as Kujimara remained just beyond the fence.A gentle breeze kicked up letting her shoulder length free flowing blond hair gently sway to the breeze like some faint dance. Twenty years ago, when Seras and Alucard just gained their freedom from Hellsing. Seras had met Zuranna and then was dragged to this lot, but back then. Smiling weakly, Seras with a small toss of her hand, let the roses fall to the ground on the many years of already accumulated roses from the same garden from all these years. This lot had been covered by a old hanger that was turned into an American rave hangout; The Star Spangled. But when the beginning of the wars happened, thanks to Vatican slayers, the hangout was destroyed and for twenty years since.

Seras narrowed her eyes ever so slight as she let a small sigh slip past her soft lips. She, even if more human then undead, made a very clear point, in memory of those who fell here that one night, as to all the fallen allies from the wars from twenty years ago to present day... This lot was the memorial. With her free time aside from the growing rebellious wars of both creatures of light and darkness, Seras with the reluctant aid of her king, erected this cross and with the helpful research from Ty in America. All the names of those who had fallen, were etched into the cross. The undead memorial like that from the world war wall of memory. A faint smile found its way to Seras's lips as she gave the cross a respectful nod of her head before turning on her heels to head back to the fence's exit and to Kujimara's side once more. With the wars finally growing lesser from the past three some years, the casualties of her allies, her comrades, lessened greatly, and from two years now, none had perished.

"Did I not tell you to stay within the castle's domain?" Seras's body locked up beside the uneasy Kujimara as she heard the dark smooth voice curl sadistically behind her. "A... Alucard..." on light heels, the young woman turning softly around met his blazing red eyes as Alucard stood there ever so comfortable within the darkness of this one of many violent filled nights. Wearing his ever so familiar red coat, hat, and black garments beneath, he put the truth in the words that the Queen of England had spoken a few years before her death leaving the human throne and palace empty near fifteen years ago. 'nothing about you ever changes...' Now the palace was alive once more since five years ago with one of the very few last remaining heirs from the former queen of the fifteen years ago. The humans in Europe needed a ruler to listen to and feel full trust, and acted as the barrier to keep the uprising of slayers down greatly.

Smiling ever so slowly to the man in red, Seras sighing, gave a slight sideways glance to the memorial of those lost. "I had to pay my respects... have you already fed?" Seras murmured as she brought her relaxed stare onto Alucard's own blood lusting blood red eyes. Near all who have met Alucard, feared him, even to a slight extant. Yet Seras, having lived with him for twenty years and some how retained her sanity, she was totally comfortable with the very monster of all darkness beside her, most of the time. Then again, she was his queen and still was as such even to this day, be it even if she looked and gave off the feel of a human. It still baffled many why the dark lord of all undead would keep her around in such a state when he was cruel and heartless to all else who got in his way.

With a dark curl of his lips into his cruel wicked smirk, a dark chuckle shook through Alucard's undead chest. "The winds are changing dear Seras, their blood is ripening with fear; a new war is to come." Alucard's sadistic words purred softly onto the chilly night breeze as Seras feeling the uneasiness rise, watch Alucard with worried blue eyes as he continued to look down at her. His smirk grew wider as his blood red eyes danced. "Another war? Why... we've destroyed all human strongholds." Seras asked gently onto the same breeze as her blue eyes began to slowly burn the uneasiness within, away from her sapphire gaze. Alucard's uncanny smirk did not falter as the wicked shine in his eyes grew like the flames of hells desires itself. Far off in the cold night sky, Big Ben gave its echoing deep song of the three O'clock carol.

"One word, dear Seras..." in a fluid motion, Alucard was suddenly right by Seras making the young woman take a few stumbling steps back. Her legs locked up as his callused pale hand lashing out, curled roughly onto Seras's chin forcing her blue eyes onto his own red. Drawing his face a mere few inches from her own, Seras's breath locked up within her lungs as his own warm breath slipped around cruelly onto her face and bare neck causing her hair to stand on end. "Maxwell." Seras's blood froze as her body became as rigid as a figure made of stone. "H... How... he died... I saw him... he..." Seras's body began to involuntarily shudder from the fear setting in Seeing this only made Alucard's grin grow and the maliciousness within his eyes following suit. "He has come back; it does not matter how, but he has brought back the Vatican or rather in this day and age, the Order of the Undead." Seras and Alucard hearing the all to familiar man's voice, looked hard to Alucard's left. A lone figure of a few inches over six foot stood there cloaked in what seemed a made of black wool.

With a short dark laugh, Alucard unclasping his fingers from Seras's chin, stood all as he in a feline like fashion swung his form around to fully face the new arrival. Seras weakly stepping beside Alucard, stared out at the figure as that man's voice rang a very loud bell in her memory. She had heard that voice before of what seemed so long ago, a voice of a English man but with a hint of American that was growing upon his words. Alucard's wicked chuckle made Seras jump as Alucard narrowing his blood red eyes, stared fully at the cloaked form. "If you're here, then no doubt 'Sir' Integra is here as well, correct, Angel of Death?" cackled the wicked vampire as Seras's eyes going wide, stared fully onto the cloaked form, that was why she recognized the voice! "Walter?" Seras's voice was barely audible as the man giving a small dark chuckle rose his left hand ever to softly to the cloaks hood and pushed it back. Like near all undead, time just seemed to stop, Walter looked near exact to what he was twenty years ago. A young very strong man with a dark elegant manner and fashion. Though he still wore his butler like uniform, it was all black as a monocle rested so peacefully over his left eye.

With his almost exact same look from so long ago, one thing did stick out that made Seras pale and lean heavily into Alucard's side like a frightened kitten. Three jagged red scars ran from his right temple to his collar bone. Alucard though was unphased as his cruel grin just grew upon his lips, his wicked eyes shining with darkness. "So I see fate has been cruel to you." Sneered the vampire gaining a faint smile from Walter, with the aid of the scars and smile, it truly made him look menacing. "What happened..." Seras whispered as she continued to rest her full wait on Alucard, far off in the distance screams rose up as Alucard's servants found more fighting vampires and slayers and tore them apart.

Walter standing there, gave his so sweet but very dark smile, easing the concern on Seras's soul. "It looks worse then it really is... the scars will fade in about a year or so, but I have not come here for all pleasantries to this joyous reunion... Dracula..." Walter's smile became a thin line on his lips as his red eyes melting any sign of happiness became hard as stone. The screams far off were swiftly silenced by muffed grunting of grinding bones in very strong jaws of the servants. "... I cannot explain why he has come back, but visuals reported from our scouts and this feeling... it seems he's rebuilding his old long lost roots of the underground slaying organization, and it's not just Italy... it's all over where the castles rests, Maxwell is planning something, what the?" hearing the feral screech and crashing claws on the pavement. Glancing to Seras's left, the three sets of eyes, two blood red and the other a sapphire, saw the fallen molten black and brown figure lathered in blood and panting heavily with wings hanging limply on either side.

"A... griffin?" Seras whispered as she flinched from Alucard resting his rough right hand upon her shoulder. Walter gave a uneasy sigh, "it's a griffin from the Appalachian mountains... near our domain... shit what the hell is it doing here?" the man spoke with deep concern on its voice. Alucard grinning cruelly, eyed the beast as he weakly looking at them, tried to rise to his feet but failed miserably. Seras smiling weakly, pulled from Alucard's grip and side on uneasy footing. With the griffin's feline eyes watching her fully, she slowly kneeled five feet from the fallen beast. "Why are you here..." she whispered softly as Walter drew to her side with Alucard merely standing there watching the beast. He knew all to well what had attacked this beast, the scent of the vile man was running ragged all over the matted fur and feathers.

With a weak and labored breath, the griffin took in the scents all around him. With his eyes going wide, the beast looking fully past Seras and Walter, stared right into the blood red pools of Alucard with fear, not of the vampire, but of... something else. "ak'j Maxwell, xo'j ijadw Hakuyaoshi ke vadt u nuo ev rosemadw ud idtout!" the griffin screamed the scratchy words out as his body witched faintly from the over use and wear to his harsh injuries. Seras rising up to her feet, merely watched the griffin with utter loss shining in her blue eyes. "um.. Any idea what he said?" the young woman spoke as Walter joining her side, gave a sideways stare to Alucard who continued to wear his cruel smirk, making it grow as he clearly showed of understanding this alien language. "so... the griffins are the ones to take up our lost language..." looking at Seras, the wicked man's eyes danced "the griffin said it's Maxwell, he's using Hakuyaoshi to find a way of becoming an undead." Looking back to the fallen messenger, Alucard gave a dry dark laugh "hxuk ev ak?"

"What of it?" Seras jumped as she heard the foreign language slip past the vampire's tongue so smoothly as his words of English rang in both her mind and Walter's. the beast must have gained such a mental link from the wide look in his feline eyes. Recovering in mere seconds, the griffin swiftly began to wildly claw at his wrists making the cuffs to unclasp and with loud clatters, fall to the pavement by his feet. Looking swiftly to Alucard, the griffin gave weak breaths as the pain began to increase and in swift seconds, the air was broken with his foreign tongue filled with fear and panic. The amusement of the dark king began to burn as the bird just wouldn't stop. "Enough!" even without understanding the words, the griffin got the jest of the words and clamped his beak shut as he wearily watched the man cloaked in red. With savage screams high above, a flock of five winged servants flew overhead with he moons glow making their metallic like feathers shimmer with the same malice as their wielders, seeking out more flesh to eat and blood to drink.

With a weak sigh, the griffin blinking his watering eyes from the hot pain burning from within his body, the beast looked once more to Alucard with calmness glazing of his rapid fear. "My apologies Lord Dracula... I bring urgent news from my homeland, Maxwell has found and is using Haku to try and become a full undead, and if memory serves correct, there is only enough left for one to become such, and are you still wishing to turn your queen back into her true undead royalty?" the griffin's deep voice rumbled through their minds as if bellowing thunder, it was quite the opposite of his physical scratchy voice.

With a silent stare of his red eyes, the griffin seeing this, nodded and went onward. "in any case... these cuffs hold the location of Haku, but it is heavily guarded by some unknown monsters created no doubt from Maxwell, find the undead royal and seek out the elixir... I do not believe Maxwell already knows the location due to him attacking me... and no doubt, I will not survive from these injuries... but you must find him, return yourself young queen, to your proper state, and take out this new order of underground slayers, now I must find a place to rest my weary body..." with that said, the griffin stumbled hard to his feet letting his mangled ribs grind within his feathery chest, letting more blood to slosh out onto the ground. "Wait... why help us, why aid us, I thought griffins wanted to stay out of any others affairs!" Seras spoke as she uneasily watched the grinning with pain burning in his eyes, oddly watch the young woman. "He does not understand you..." Alucard in a feline fashion, silently moved to Seras's left as his dancing eyes watched the griffin before them and with a silent mental link going between, the griffin's odd look faded as he looked once more to Seras. "because lady Seras, if this order does become a full underground slaying organization, this world of darkness will surly fall, and also... my clan and I believe that this Maxwell has been kidnapping our kind as well as the dragons and harpies... I do not wish to see what he has in store for our missing brethren, but now I truly must leave, or death is inevitable... farewell for now..."

Watching his heavily limping and bleeding form walk off with what little grace he had. Seras weakly looked to Alucard as this news was very troubling. "Alucard..." Seras whispered timidly as the man chuckling, looked down at her as Walter nearby picked up the blood and mud soaked cuffs. "do not fret so much dear Seras... you will be returned... but for now..." the man leaning right for Seras, rested his face not even an inch from her own letting their noses to fall beside one another. His cruel red eyes shined right into her own blue eyes that bore uneasiness and worry. With a soft sadistic chuckle purring past his lips, the gentle warm breath slinked onto her face as Seras watched him. "let us return back to my domain... Walter..." without even moving from his position of being so close to Seras, Alucard crooned the dark words gaining Walter's own dark gaze. "I shall take Seras with me, use Kujimara to get to my domain." Seras gave a strangled cry as darkness suddenly engulfed her entire form and within seconds.

Only a faint breeze remained making a solitary page of paper to dance around as Walter standing there stared at the location the king of all undead and his queen had faded from. "So... you're Kujimara..." the undead spoke with a small sigh passing his dry lips, Walter turning around stared sideways to the demonic horse that just watched him with weary red eyes. With a uneasy sigh, Walter eyed the horse, just how the hell was he going to ride that beast? What really bugged Walter's mind and soul was the news handed to them by that griffin... the real question on his mind... what was to happen now with Maxwell appearing once more after twenty years of his supposed death, what was to happen now that this monster was trying to bring back his underground organization...

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Me: (cheers) I'm actually getting the plot up and running sooner then I thought, but it won't show up to fast, I must torture you all (malicious laughter)

Zuranna: (plucking at her sleeve) I hope we'll make another appearance.

Me: (nods) you will... I am trying to introduce all the characters once more, but I'm trying to keep the story on track as well... So yes, reviews, tell me what you all think, has my writing improved a wee bit more? If so, or if not, tell me... can't wait to hear from any of ya, till then, Ja Na!