Me: Alright, It's been a while since I had updated and I do apologize, work is eating up all my time and it sucks ass! In any case, I had promised more then one chapter, but (weak sigh) due to my lack of energy from work, only one was made, but it is a long one... so I do hope you all enjoy and forgive me of my lack of updating... so enjoy!
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Giving a deep sigh with a mixture of a dull growl, Ty sat in one of the many benches at the bustling airport lathered in both speckled tiles and faded thin aqua carpet. With his ears twitching as if on vibrate mode due to all the loud noises and voices, the wolf ran his flesh hand over his weary face as he sat there alone by huge glass windows showing the planes outside in the night surroundings. Small children of be it griffins, werehumans, and humans pressed their faces onto the glass and ran around while a few slept in the laps of their families. This place was huge and was very crowded! With another growl passing his thin lips, Tyson looked all around as the single black backpack sat beside him upon the bench carrying a few items to dull his boredom. He had been told that the others were going to check in their luggage and Seras with her king was needing to deal with their coffins. Yet here he sat alone at gates A1 and A2 with ticket in hand with the time swiftly drawing upon him.
Taking in the many scents from the thousands of other soon to be passengers and the smells of airport food, Ty finding at least four scents he knew... with ears going fully erect, the wolf snapping his eyes to the left saw them. with a woman carrying herself in a stubborn cold gait, a man walked beside her with a dark gait and with claws clicking softly on the speckled tile floor; a griffin strode alongside them with what seemed, carried an odd growth upon his feathery back. With the wolf's metal hand pushing the backpack softly from his legs causing a few faint clicks and shine from the metal. Tyson swiftly rose to his feet as Integra Hellsing, Walter Dornez, and Striker headed his way, neither of the three giving a sign of emotion upon their neutral faces. Sarina was in a deep slumber nestled like a limp pup on Striker's back as the griffin knowing only ancient dialect, came to a slow graceful stop ruffling his wings before the wolf as Integra and Walter also came to a stop alongside the molten brown black beast.
Ty nodding his unruly mop of brown hair to the three, the wolf smiled happily with fatigue in his facial lines towards the three. "Are you all ready... where's Alexial or Lord Dracula and Seras?" Ty murmured as he glanced around at the many other beings that shuffled through the very crowded hallways lugging all sizes of luggage. Walter smiling slightly, nodded to the wolf gaining the golden gaze of Ty onto his own dark filled red. "Alexial is in the restroom... but I cannot recall when we lost the company of Dracula nor young Ms Victoria." The dark Angel of Death spoke. Striker giving a faint grunt past his sharp metallic black beak, looked at Ty "nxoho te no we den?" the griffin chattered softly. Even if they couldn't understand a single word, it was clear with the tone of his scratchy voice, the griffin had asked of what to do now.
Thom and Kitanne having delivered the 'goods' left to return to Japan and prepare for the others arrival by notifying Deborah and her mate Jonathan of a very dark and evil man with his ward. Integra having fully mended, desired to go back to the United States, but with Walter's wishes and even Seras's pleas... the stubborn head of the undead Hellsing gave in.
Hearing the panicked cries and scrambling of feet... Ty's ears perking up, the wolf smiling turned fully around to the crowded hallways that began to pull apart with frightened sets of eyes. Many who had clear getaways, fled as fast as they could. Werehumans shifting to their true forms be it wolves, cats, dogs, foxes, whatever, scrambled wildly on the tile floor, just to flee wherever they could go. Walter giving a small chuckle as Integra glared at the sight, clearly not amused one bit... all four understood who was heading their way by how the fear rose within the very hearts of all those that were inside the airport.
Upon slow feet, be it clad in brown boots of heavy leather, black boots that bore feminine elegance to heavy chrome black metal claws clicking loudly onto the speckled tile floor. The three approached... Orange shades resting upon his undead face to conceal his blood red eyes from the harsh lights, Alucard walked in the center of the three. Seras walked alongside his left with the near same dark look on her very form with her vivid blue eyes blazing with the concealed darkness from within. To the right of his master... Ty and present company just froze. For what they to believe was just a mere dragon sculpture over a bleeding fountain.
Baring blazing red light for eyes in the deep sockets upon the demonic nine foot tall dragon skull, there he stood. The pure black metal skeleton demonic dragon that wore a full body cloak of black coat like material much like his master's red coat. Baring a blood red interior, his entire main body was covered while his chrome black metal claws stuck out and were leisurely curled around a eleven foot tall dark oak staff that held on the very top, a six foot long blade curved downward making all understand exactly his weapon. A scythe that on the end above the blade wrapped in three black metal claws blending with the wood they rested upon as a support base, a ruby shined dimly, always glowing as if fireflies were trapped within and flickering about. The dog statue back at the front entrance to Alucard's castle was just one of four guardians. Inferno; the demonic undead dragon was another, and the chosen one by Seras's decision. No one knew truly of what the king of all undead's decision was of bringing this guardian out of the four.
Seras was the first and only of the three to lose her neutral expression and laughing, walk past the two right for the others who stood there watching them while others still scrambled to get away. With blue eyes dancing and a grin upon her red lips, Seras drew to a timid stop right before those she had once worked for and her old and new comrades. "Sorry we're so late Ty... it was just... dealing with the coffins was a bit odd... mainly for a certain 'vampire'." Seras muttered in a low whisper the last few words, yet with a simple flick of his wolf ears, Ty had heard and understood all to well as to who she meant. Nodding his head making the mop of brown hair to shift to near cloaking his left eye, the wolf grinned and looked at Seras as the harsh airport lights glinted from his metal arm. "It's alright... we still have a few minuets before the plane is letting passengers on... but do tell..." lifting his golden eyes to scan the area that once being so crowded was near desolate. "... Where's... oh... uh... never mind..." Hearing the wolf's voice falter and asked to who he was asking of. Seras following his gaze to her right, the young woman seemed oddly frozen in place as to what she saw through her sapphire eyes.
Alexial stood nearby in the airport's café and stuffing her semi empty backpack she had brought, with all sorts of sugary goodies and treats. With red eyes glinting with joy as her mouth was watering with anticipation of tasting such delicacies that she rarely had... due to the fact with America being in war close to twenty four seven, they were hard to come by. "Alexial, come on, the plane will be letting us on soon!" the young vampire hearing her name, gave a final stuff of a few suckers into her bag and with eyelids slipping over her red eyes, Alexial rising tall peered over from the café. Seeing the gathered of company both of a wolf, griffin, human and vampires with a single guardian from Dracula's castle, the young woman stuffing a already opened sucker into her mouth zipped the bag shut. With a odd swing of the back over her shoulders, Alexial giving a near childish like grin, headed their way with all her gathered goodies rustling softly inside.
Seras had to smile as she watched the daughter of Zuranna head over. "Are we having fun yet?" the queen spoke as far off with a near ignored attention from the group, their gate was just opening up to let passengers onboard. With a simple rise of his right ear towards that general direction, Ty giving a deep sigh, gained the stares of all, even that of a man cloaked in red. "Our gate has finally opened... shall we go then?" the wolf spoke in a low tone as his soft golden eyes glanced down to Striker and the small sleeping child upon his feathery back between the two wing membranes.
"Ma, ma, ma... isn't this a grand o audience... what the bloody ell are ye all doing here?"
Blinking, Alexial moving the sucker in her mouth with muffled clicks of the hard candy against her teeth, glanced over as did Striker, both with very curious eyes. Everyone else though minus Inferno, recognized that man's voice as they turned their multitude of colored eyes be it exposed or colored, swiftly or not caring whatsoever, towards the figures that stood nearby. With blood red eyes glinting behind a simple frame of glasses and wearing a all to familiar grey trench coat over black priest clothing and a fairly large metal cross necklace resting upon his lower chest. Baring the all to same short blond hair to allow fighting go by smoothly with the hair from his eyes, there he stood as a true undead like so many of those he had slain; Alexander Anderson.
With a simple worn out brown leather suitcase by his left side, two woman stood on either side of the man baring also the same black priest clothing with black coats cloaking their bodies. The one woman carrying a innocent face with long black hair carried a single hand gun on her hip as a huge katana was strapped upon her petite back while her tall blond haired comrade bore two fairly large guns upon her own sides in tough black leather holsters. Heinkel and Yumiko; two other slayers from the former Vatican that had fallen over twenty years ago.
"Anderson... what are you doing here is more like what we should be asking you." The man's red eyes snapped down onto Seras as she even though small and a human at that, held her ground with narrowed sapphire eyes upon this very man she would seem to never fully trust. Having his red eyes dance, the priest gave forth into the full out signature smirk he carried out through his life of both human and now undead. "still a human ah see... why is that... does Alucard like weak meat?" the man crooned cruelly.. yet.
Seras with wide eyes heard and saw Alucard's body shift hard to her left and like a stalking feline with elegance, rested himself right in between the former Vatican and his queen. With his own pale lips curling into a full out cruel smile that the vampire king had carried much longer then Anderson's own smile, Alucard's red eyes blazed violently over his orange shades and came to rest upon Anderson's own undead eyes.
No words were spoken but... with a single blink of his red eyes, Anderson fell back hard like some heavily drunk man. His eyes going wide, the man throwing his hands tightly onto his head, hunched forward as a loud growl of pure pain left his lips. A dark rumbling chuckle tore through Alucard's chest as he standing there, tore at Anderson's mind with his own, filling the man's mind with unseen and horrific thoughts, ideals, emotions.
"Stop it... please stop... Dracula... please..."
Anderson's painful cries lifted as the man trembling, stood there hunched over and trying to recover as Alucard turned his once more concealed gaze onto the small petite form of Yumiko. The woman though with big red eyes reminding the king all to well of a one time fledgling carrying that same look and she was still new to the world he had placed her in, peered up at him with fear in her eyes. Undead she may be like her two friends, but they could still die.
"Alucard..." Seras spoke gently as she timidly drew to his right side. The young woman gave a small cry as the vampire king lifting his left foot up, began to walk right for the designated gate in a slow walk with his red coat bellowing behind causing many humans and Werepeople to scramble out of his path. Yet... with a few steps ahead of her, the man stopped and stood there with his right hand slowly slinking out a few inches from his side. Only one truly got the message of his silent movements. With blond locks slipping over her left sapphire eye, Seras looking at the near recovered Anderson, the queen of all undead headed right for her king. With her left hand sliding forward and through the single hand that had seen many deaths and hundreds upon hundreds of bloodshed. Feeling his rough warm flesh upon her own, his murderous hand that no one would dare consider being used more then just a weapon to rip apart his victims, those fingers curled slowly onto Seras's soft pale hand and rising his feet once more... both he and Seras headed off, side by side, hand in hand. The beauty and the beast.
With claws loudly clicking on the tile floor, Inferno followed after with his claws wrapped around the scythe that had been with him for who knew how long. Small rips appeared upon the carpeted floor from the dragons claws as he approached the woman who was taking the tickets for those getting on the plane. With a frightened stare and petrified form on her part, the skeleton guardian smirking ever so slight, disappeared down the entrance into the ramp for the plane.
Ty and the others just stared at each other as Alexial with sucker still in her mouth, stared at the three former Vatican with curious eyes gaining a odd stare from Anderson as he was fully recovered from the mind ordeal Alucard had given him. "So... you're the ones who helped in the war twenty years ago... but last time I heard, you were all human." The girl spoke as Striker and the two Hellsing, clearly not enjoying the present company, headed for the gates. Anderson's lips curled slightly as he watched this young vampire who to his eyes and senses, was very inexperienced. "We were 'umans, back then... but lets just say... something in ma blood... change me." The man crooned as a dark laugh fell from his lungs.
The wolf staring at this man and slayer, sighed as he flicking his ears, gained the look from the blond man. "So do tell Anderson... where are you going... is it because of Maxwell's return?" Ty murmured as the wolf watched the man with stern golden yellow eyes. Anderson though lost all signs of amusement as he standing tall, faced the wolf as the feeling of his growing wrath bled from his very form and off of the girls as well. "Maxwell can go ta hell for all ah care... but..." with a violent glint of metal and sparks flying, many humans nearby fell back even further wondering if they should share the same caution for Dracula, to all those who knew him. With two bayonets in hand, Anderson's red eyes shined with a dark malice as his fangs were bared, not in a grin or smirk, but a silent snarl... "He 'as defied God and shall be punished by these bayonets!" the man growled making Alexial fall back slightly from the three as she began to wonder of anyone she met was 'sane'. Ty though just stared at this man with a single ear cocked slightly upward as he watched the slayer.
"One question remains though... why are you here?"
with a low chuckle, Anderson gave into his cruel smirk once more. "I am here to protect something that I thought was lost." The priest spoke in a low tone making Alexial watch this man, this slayer and vampire... to protect? To protect what?
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Far off within a ancient graveyard with crumbling tombstones lathered in both ivy and overgrown weeds. Fireflies flitted gently in the cool still air as the stars high above glinted with peace and tranquility as the moon was hidden from sight being the night of the new moon, yet... a lone figure standing, leaned heavily against the tallest monument that was over ten feet tall of a weeping angel of white aging marble. With the sound of heavy clothing rustling, another form cloaked in the nights embrace, landed out of the sky a few feet from the figure already there. As soon as the form had landed though, with faint sounds of popping, all the fireflies within the graveyard burst into small balls of flames to just fade from sight in a mere millisecond of combustion.
Kneeling there with one hand onto the ground, the form bowed his head to that against the angel. "Master; the wolves of Africa's Plaines were destroyed but the Hellsing is now with her Mother's undead Sister, Sir Integra as well as in the company of Lord Dracula and his own queen Seras Victoria." The man's low voice spoke like dry leaves in the night air. A low sloshing chuckle left the other man's lips as he drew his dark face to the night sky as the scent of burned insects filled his lungs. Through the faint light though, to a trained eye, the man leaning there had holes in his body as in the weak stars glow, the decaying pulsating heard was seen through a rotted hole in the mans chest.
"it... does... not matter... we now... know... how to kill... Alucard... Haku." The man's sloshing mangled voice spoke with authority as the kneeling servant slowly lifted his single exposed glazed golden red eye onto the one who had enslaved him. His vampire mind was free to think and do on his own, but he couldn't control anything else but his thoughts. "Yes... master?" the vampire puppet spoke in a hushed tone as the muddy eyes of Maxwell stared at him. "find... Seras... take her..." Maxwell spoke as at times with the holes in his throat, the tongue slipped in and out of the many oozing holes on the man's form. "Seras sir... she is nothing but a mere human." Hakuyaoshi spoke in a low tone as he brought his eyes once more the ground at his master's feet that were bounded up in moist bandages to keep them from falling part from carrying his decaying weight.
Maxwell gave a strangled chuckle making a few bits of very wet flesh to fall onto the dark ground of overgrown grasses and weeds. "She... is... what we... will use... to Kill... Alucard... and... to get... what I want..." the man spoke slowly. Haku looked back up to his master with his still glossy golden red eye due to the collar upon his neck. "Want?" the puppet vampire king whispered softly as a gentle breeze carried a few locks of his black blond tipped hair over his face. Maxwell watching his puppet, nodded with shear lost and desires in his muddy eyes that still carried his strength that his body was truly lacking in. "what... I Want... is... to be... the... ruler of you... all undead... like I... was... twenty years... ago... Seras is... Alucard's queen... her soul... is that of... a royal... undead... take her... soul... and... Alucard's... blood... and... I shall once more... be... the king... of all undead... and..." with a slow serpent like motion of his left hand into the confines of his ratty bum like clothing, Maxwell withdrew a small vile of black glass and swirled it tenderly about before his puppet with his muddy eyes dancing. "we already... have his blood... from... our... last encounter... all... we need... now... is..." narrowing his muddy eyes, with his decaying lips curling into a cruel smirk making his teeth show on the sides of his mouth, a low laugh left his lungs. Haku both puppet mind and his free mind, understood, and bowed his head as within he struggled to break free. "I shall... get Seras... then what of the girl, did you not need her blood to restore your form?" the vampire asked making Maxwell's laughter only grow louder as the breeze made the stench of decaying flesh whip all around. "She... no longer... is necessary... now that... we know... Alucard's weakness... so she will... merely become... a decoy... they will... think... I want her... but... what I... want... now... is Seras... now go... get her for me... and as... for the girl... due to her link... with a certain man... kill her..."
With Haku's cloaked form grinding loudly... blood flew savagely all around as with huge wings to that of a dragon's slamming forth into the air... Hakuyaoshi hunching down in the wild grasses, slammed hard into the night sky and faded from sight as Maxwell standing there... began to outright laugh. "I... will... become king... once more... you... will fall... Dracula!" and through the night past the tombstones and weeds; through the trees and sleeping animals who fell back from the sudden smell of decay and feel of evil intent; Maxwell's laughter echoed loudly.
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"Donovan... Donovan wake up... come on..."
drawing back from the realms of deep slumber, Donovan felt the sweet red liquid slip pas his dry mummified lips into the back of his throat. Carrying the form of that to a dried corpse still in the ruins of the underground basement. With blood having been purposely poured all over his dried body, steam began to rise as the blood began to boil and seep into his flesh causing the dry skin to smooth and grow. Feeling her right beside him, Donovan gave a weak dry whisper, making a very soft warm hand slip onto the side of his face as the flesh began to regrow and regain color of pale but living flesh. "Relax... I'm here... and Alexial is safe with Dracula and Seras.. but... what happened..." Zuranna's tender voice was like the song of a angel to Donovan's ears as he giving another weak groan, tempted to rewet his mouth with the aid of his tongue that began to grow moist once more.
What had happened?
Memories flooded the American undead king's mind... the girl, the wolf son who had taken her... yet... it didn't add up. Sure, Maxwell had come after the girl for she was the last Hellsing, born from the unknown sister of Integra, Cathleen, she was an illegitimate child from Integra's father, Arthur. The blood would bring him back to life, but it wasn't just the blood of a hellsing that would regenerate a decaying half dead and living man. It had to be mixed, both from the Hellsing and the Vatican bloodlines to create the very rare but extremely potent magical properties within the chosen blood. With a mixture of such blood, untold strength and power could be done with this magical blood, but was never seen due to the so many differences that those two head families held. They never agreed on anything... but then... why was Maxwell going after that girl? She was just a Hellsing... or...
Zuranna stared at Donovan with concerned eyes as her love's golden red eyes snapped open and peered forward past her own face with what seemed... fear in his eyes. "What is it?" Zuranna asked softly as the man blinking slowly, brought his focusing eyes onto her own red set. "I think I understand it now... that human girl... the last Hellsing..." with a low groan, Zuranna fell back as Donovan with bones grinding deeply from within, slowly sat up and rubbed his sore eyes with a weary left clawed hand. "the last... I thought Integra was the last Hellsing." Zuranna spoke as she timidly rested her left clawed hand onto her king's back as he coughing, began to fully regenerate his inside organs. "She... had a sister in Japan that no one knew about... not even the man.. who helped sire that child... Zuranna..." Zuranna watched him with uneasy eyes as Donovan looked at her with a very startled look in his gaze as he finally was fully regenerated and looking to be a young well fit man minus the fangs and demonic eyes.
"... if my guess is correct... a man with the name of Alexander from the Vatican is the sire of the last Hellsing... and didn't even realize it... yet when Osaka was destroyed, only the mother's name appeared on the death toll... her father may yet still be alive out there somewhere..." with a low growl, Zuranna stumbling back hard onto her feet, rose tall as Donovan followed suit onto his own set of feet. With a deep crack of his knuckles, the man turning swiftly around lashed his hands out like that of a striking feline and gripped Zuranna's suddenly very stiff shoulders. "We must go... if what I think is true... that child is capable of reviving anything or anyone that is near death if not already dead... Maxwell will surly stop at nothing to get at her..." the man spoke in a hushed tone as both he and Zuranna traded weary glances. With the concern and worry suddenly burning from her red eyes, Zuranna nodded her head stiffly making a few dark blue strands of hair to brush over her pale f ace. "lets go then..."
"Just... one moment though..."
Zuranna, before she could cry out or think of anything else of what was to happen to what to do... Donovan sweeping her body into his strong broad arms, heavily pressed his lips onto her own pouring heat from both of their bodies. They knew trouble was afoot and no doubt another war that would dictate as to who would rule next, the light or darkness; was coming... but for now, heavily within each others embrace and kiss... this was a reuniting of lost lovers from what seemed so long ago.
Withdrawing his lips in a slow motion, golden red eyes met red eyes as his lips were barely held a inch from her own. A look of pure seriousness and concern filled the undead king's eyes as he watched his love's face, recalling the all to close memories of them being reunited long ago within the run down church was had been imprisoned in. "Zuranna... if indeed it's true that another war is soon approaching... I cannot risk losing each other again... if it comes to be to much..." Donovan's voice faded as Zuranna's soft hand found its way onto his pale face as her red eyes softened upon his own. "I know... but Donovan... I do believe... it is time.. to seek out... your demon brother." Hearing her words brush his neck, Donovan gave into a weary sigh and smile as he timidly nodded to his queen causing a few tendrils of black hair to slither upon her own pale face. "I agree... let us find Hakuyaoshi and see to it... Maxwell is put in the ground for good." The American undead king murmured softly as he once more advanced onto his queen and his true love for near over a thousand years of living as a true undead.
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Me: (waves) so, what do ya all think? It shall get more interesting soon and all that fun stuff, as well as I shall indeed get more then one chapter up next time I get a day off...
Alucard: (smirks) it all depends on when you do get a day off.
Me: (blinks) I will get one soon enough, just pray I don't fall asleep and sleep the day away.
Hakuyaoshi: Why? is there something wrong with sleeping all day?
Me: ... uh, anywho, thank you all for being very patient and please give me reviews, and as always promised even if it takes forever, more will come, so till then! Ciao!