Me: How is evreyone liking it so far, good bad, trying to find where I live and beat me senselessly?
Donovan: I'll go with option C.
Me: (blinks) ...
Zuranna: (shakes her head)
Me: In any case, here's more, enjoy!
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Smiling ever so slight but lacking of any cruelty or bitterness, Anderson faintly nodded his head to the young lady making her smile grow as the plane rumbled hard as it began to slowly pull from its nosedive.
The speakers hanging above gave way to loud static's roars before it clearing, a sound of a clearing throat echoed all around. "This is Inferno... your plane is under my control and is now heading once more for the desired location, please, sit back and enjoy the movie." With a low hum, all the lights, even though the bulbs had been shattered, began to give off a faint soft red glow as with the huge screen in the front flickering; the movie began to play once more with headphones humming gently from the muffled sounds.
"Mom; the wings... they're not there!" Alexial taking a weak shuddering breath, looked weakly over to the side as a small human child tugged on her mother's shirt as her small face was against the window and staring out. Feeling his arms slide from her body, Alexial blinking, looked to Ty as his golden eyes watching her own red, smiled softly with his ears hanging limply on either side of his mop of brown hair. "I blame you and your candy..." the wolf muttered as he groaning sat back hard into his chair as Alexial huffed at him. "I blame you and your love for... what is this... oh god... you're sick wolf... reading porn literature..." Alexial going bight read after reading a few pages marked by Ty, tossed the book hard into the man's chest making him give a mangled laugh.
Integra and Walter trading uneasy stares from each other to those around them. Integra leaning heavily into her seat, rubbed her weary eyes as Walter closing his own, gave a very heavy sigh. "That is something... I do not wish to deal with again." The man grumbled as Integra merely gave a small groan in response and agreement to his words. The undead Hellsing also wished to not live through something like that again if she could avoid it. All around the other passengers were even if not knowing it, or realizing it, all agreed with everyone... they all sought to not go through that again.
Striker giving a growl of uneasy content, with wobbly legs folding underneath his form, the griffin timidly laid down by the seats causing Yumiko to watch him with weary eyes. Heinkel already recovering swiftly from the whole thing, was once more with arms crossed over her front and eyes shut as in all signs, she was fast asleep. With Sarina slowly falling asleep in his strong arms, Anderson's red stern eyes found heir way onto Striker's making both man and griffin trade glances. The griffin watching this man, Striker gave a ever so slight stiff nod to Anderson as his hawk like golden eyes watched the former Vatican slayer. "If she trusts you... so do I..." the griffin's deep voice seemed to boom like thunder within Anderson's mind. Yet before he could give a response... his red eyes snapped past the griffin to the single set of very uneasy sapphire eyes of..
"Seras Victoria..." Anderson spoke softly as his lips curled slightly crooked to the woman he had sent a blade through her body many a time the past twenty some years ago.
Standing there with her eyes locked upon his own, Seras watched him. Trust was still a very big issue between these two who had seen each other as true enemies for many years. With a soft blink of her eyes, Seras gave a small smile as she nodded to Anderson as Yumiko watched the very human and queen of Dracula with uneasy eyes. "Thank you... Anderson." Seras's voice was small and shy as she spoke her words to the slayer and Father who just stared at her. With a smirk growing upon his lips, the man's red eyes danced as he watched her own blue. Drawing in a slow breath, the man parted his slightly dry and cracking lips to speak.
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Metal suddenly screamed and grinded inward like a plastic bag to nails from above the slayers be it from that of former Hellsing, and the Vatican. Speakers unleashed a mighty roar of pain as the plane lurching violently, lurched hard and began to nose dive as the metal shell of the plane's rear like a tin can, was ripped violently back letting huge blustery winds to once more engulf the plane's cabin and causing screams and wails to rise. The star filled sky shimmered ever so innocently above as like a dark shadow itself, a massive forehand with five metallic claws reached forward, malice seemingly dripping from the gasoline stained claws. The claws twitching and allowing the stench of the gas to fill everyone's lungs, they headed right for the single chosen out target that stared up at them with terrified sapphire eyes and mat of blond hair.
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"Seras!"
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Striker roaring loudly, flared his wings as Ty having yelled the woman's name, raced right for the gaping hole as the claws, like a cage, encasing Seras form... tore from the metal plane shell leaving heavy pools of both gasoline and blood behind from the creatures rough leathery hand being torn on the jagged metal edges. With the plane shuddering and regaining its flight from the nose dive, Ty with wide fearful eyes, stared upward into the night sky as a giant phoenix like dragon silhouette flew off in the night sky. A form Ty had seen before, long ago in the last great war of mankind defenses, the Vatican... Donovan had a form much like that one but... narrowing his golden eyes, the wolf gave a dark growl, no, that wasn't Donovan... then... who.. was...
"Hakuyaoshi... Donovan's demon brother... and in control of Maxwell..."
his cruel dark words filled all the minds of those who were in league with the vampire lord, even Anderson and his small ward heard Alucard's words. Ty's ears going erect, fully looked around as the black light of Inferno encased the gaping hole, cutting off the blustery winds. "Lord Dracula... where are you..." Ty whispered softly as many passengers watched him with very frightened eyes.
The dark chuckle rumbled cruelly in Ty's mind and only his mind as well as Striker's making Ty and the griffin glance all around but saw no sign of the vampire king of all undead. "the monster puppet pinned me in this contraptions back..." Striker was the first to move from the given information of Alucard's current location. Flaring his wings deeply on either side, the bird hunched down. With words unspoken as the wolf already understanding Striker's motions, clambered onto the griffin's back and with a loud cry, was slammed right from the plane's ravaged cabin. Passing through the glass like black light as if nothing, with his wings flaring heavily against the sudden blast of violent gusts due to the plane ripping through the air. Striker levitating his body over the metal bird, locked his wings in place to a speedy glide as there they saw him.
With blood lathering the plane's back in the form of some morbid demonic dragon, in the center laid Alucard.
With claws scraping hard onto the metal and locking in place so as to not fall, Striker hunched his form down low letting Ty, in his wolf form with his own claws slipping and sliding; head right for the fallen undead king. Upon walking over the cold yet still moist blood, Ty with his ears held back and nose hung down to breath properly, his golden eyes rested upon Alucard's body. With blood dripping from his lips, ears and nose, his body looked to be that of a true dead man as there in the center of his chest, there rested a steak covered in runes that glowing a dull red and were slowly, second by second, fading...
A steak that had been used to imprison a demon undead, but nothing could hold down the king of all undead for long. Not even this weapon as its barriers forged to contain a demon from hell, were being burned away by the very magic that was held within Alucard's body.
Ty rising his parted jaws to the steak, fell back hard with a loud yelp as a unseen barrier flicked red around the steak having burned the wolf's tongue. Shaking his head hard, Ty weakly watched Alucard's body as the blood all around began to slowly seep from the plane's metal body, back into Alucard's.
"Tell me wolf... Seras was taken by that puppet..."
Ty blinking, watched Alucard as the vampire's dark words hissed viciously in the wolf's mind. Hanging his head, Ty slowly closed his golden eyes as his body like that of water, melted into the form of his human like state. "Yes... she was... but..." blinking, he looked back to Alucard as the last few runes were melting away. "why take her? Wasn't Sarina the one Maxwell wanted?" Ty asked with his words nearly blown away by the violent winds.
Alucard's cruel laugh fell in Ty's mind making him slide back slightly. That was a laugh not of amusement or cruel pleasure... but... of anger and rage. With the last of the three runes fading away, bones grinding, Alucard rising his trembling right hand ever so slowly, reached for the steak, curling his fingers over the metal shaft as steam caused from the barrier burned at his hand. "Simple... wolf..."
Ty's golden eyes fell down onto Alucard's lips as a few tendrils of blood still dripped from the corners of his mouth as the man's eyes were still shut in a near relaxed state.
With a violet twist and pull, the moons red glow caught a faint glimmer of the steak flying into the night air as Alucard... with a fluid motion to the grace of a feline, rose to his feet. With eyelids pulling apart, violent blazing red eyes stared to the night sky in the area that Hakuyaoshi had faded in. "It means Maxwell has found my weakness." The vampire king spoke softly, yet the wolf heard as Striker nearby, squawking eyed the two as the winds made him unable to hear the two speaking.
Ty with startled eyes, watched Alucard as he flexed his pale rough hands. "weakness? You?" the wolf near stuttered making a dry laugh leave the vampire's broad chest. "yes... even I have a weakness, though it is a small one and only a Hellsing had ever found out... how Maxwell found out... I shall rip his heart out for it."
"Why, do you really care of a zombie knowing your secret?"
hearing his cruel laughter, Ty fell back hard as Alucard peering over his shoulder, bore his cruel eyes onto the wolf's own golden set as Ty saw the cruel malice and loathing in his eyes. "No... But... he took the very thing I crave, the very being I want... I will have her as my own! No one else can have her but me!" flaring his arms out like a morbid scarecrow, bats tore from Alucard's body, and within seconds and many angry chittering screams. Ty watched the vampire king fly off into the night air. With a uneasy shake of his limbs, the wolf laid flat onto his belly upon the cold metal beneath. Just what the hell was going on here!
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Red hot pain tore right through Seras's mind ripping the woman back to realty as pain throbbed viciously upon the left side of her face. With blond locks flying in the stuffy dark air, Seras parting her lips lathered in blood from her teeth having bit her tongue while unconscious; the young woman yelled as she felt burning poison from the blow, sting upon her face where she had been struck. With the grinding of chains as the queen of Alucard felt her arms dangling limply above her head, the woman slowly slipping her eyes open upon her hanging head, Seras saw from ankle down, murky waters that softly flowed by. As she stared at these murky waters, the young queen felt the throbbing pain after some hw knowing she was conscious once more, began to grow within her arms from wrists down as they felt very strange to her still very groggy mind. "Where..." hearing the sloshing laughter and hearing near silent movement in the waters before her, Seras with a weak whispering cry, lifted her eyes up, and froze.
A single icy blue eye stared down at her with cruel malice and the sign of a... confined soul. Black hair with blond tips and braided ponytail covered a pale face as the man's body, 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.
"Who..."
"His name is Hakuyaoshi, and if you were not notified yet by your 'king', he is Donovan's demon brother. A demon from Hell now rules that shell, but I am the one who commands him."
Hearing his molasses dripping cruel voice that was mangled and wet, Seras's sapphire eyes shot over past the man before her to a very cloaked figure that like a old man, was hunched heavily over a knobby thick stick. Narrowing her eyes, Seras clenched her hands hard, barely noticing the feel of her arms sticky and very wet as the pain continued to throb in her upper limbs. "Maxwell..." the queen hissed past her lips as a few tendrils of old blood hung from the corners of her mouth and down her chin. The cloaked figures shoulders shook as the man gave a soft laugh before having his body tremble from violent coughs.
Taking her chance while he hacked up whatever it was, Seras's eyes flew up the what bounded her from above, and the queen froze at the side as she saw the droplets fall from her arms. It wasn't water but... blood, and not just any blood.. it was her own. The cause became very obvious as all grogginess left Seras's mind from what her gaze rested upon that caused the throbbing pain in her arms. Six needles attached to blood filled rubber tubing that lead into the unseen darkness from above, were dug deep into her arms. Three below her elbow running all along her lower arms as three more did the same from elbows to shoulders. With every heartbeat, Seras felt and saw blood seep around the needles frame and her flesh, just to collect and drip down.
"in case if you are wondering young queen of 'Dracula', your blood is the key to unlocking that hidden door within so I may be able to consume your soul.. with that and your king's blood... I will be the true undead, not Alucard."
With a single trembling hand of mere skin on a skeletal hand rising up to the hood, Seras couldn't bite back the loud cry as she lurched back hard in utter disgust and shock making the needles in her arms pull on her flesh hard making hot blood to slosh out. Ignoring the stinging pain that grew, Seras's fearful and terrified sapphire eyes were locked upon sunken in murky gray red eyes that rested in a skull that was nothing but flesh on a skull like his hand. His teeth exposed from his lips drying out and shriveling up making him have a morbid grin of malice as his nose was fully gone, leaving two slits. Black ooze from both that of blood and his melting innards, slithered down his bottom jaw and from his nostrils as even his brain was in the process of decaying. Yet that wasn't the sight that truly got to Seras.
Embedded just below his head upon his neck, twelve syringes were cloaking his neck like some disfigured collar or mane that had blood filled tubing emerge from the ends of the needles and disappear within his cloak. Even if it was held inside his cloak, Seras's body began to shiver as she looking from his needle encased throat, met his sunken murky eyes once more as a few droplets of black ooze like tears, began to spill out. She knew exactly whose blood that was that was fed to that monster through those needles.
Seeing the realization flicker in her eyes, Maxwell chuckling, hobbled over to Haku's left side, and stared at her. Even with that look and form of a old man close to deaths door, his murky eyes were livid with cruel enjoyment. "So... you realize finally whose blood this is... yes I am using your blood, though is it not correct, kill the form, the soul will always get set free, is that right? Well..." with his knobby right hand trembling up to the needles in his near transparent flesh, gave them a soft caress like a father to his children. His eyes not leaving hers, Maxwell's mangled dried up lips, grinned even more mercilessly as a cruel glint shined in his eyes. "These needles aren't normal... each one bares a small barrier, thanks to the aid and past research from the Vatican and the sire of Hellsing itself... they for each lost drop of blood, encases your soul and when the last drops is sucked from your body, your soul will follow suit and join with my own..."
Seras began to pale and tremble violently, not from just the loss of her blood, but of the fear. To become one with Maxwell... with a loud yell, Seras began to struggle hard against her chains and the needles embedded in her clothed arms. His cruel laughter though rung loudly within the dark water filled catacombs as Seras heard the faint rumbles of snarls and approaching forms from all around. "Grand.. just grand, my servants have returned... and go ahead and struggle Seras... even if you were to break free, my servants will kill you, so stand there like a nice little girl and wait for death." Maxwell laughed cruelly with his slow words dripping with pure cruel enjoyment due to the young woman's suffering and fear.
Snapping her sapphire eyes over to him, Seras gritting her teeth, narrowed her gaze onto his own. "Why do this... why not just go for the elixir to make you a undead that way?" the young queen hissed as her very soul began to boil with rising hate. Maxwell's grin didn't waiver as he watched her still with his wickedly dancing murky eyes. "I shouldn't be the full blame, you brought this on yourself... if you hadn't given up your undead title to save that vampire, I wouldn't have been able to succeed in both becoming the true undead king and killing off the monster you call a king. So... I merely had to wait a while longer until this moment."
Seras's eyes widened as it hit her hard and fast making her body become stiff as stone itself. Seeing this, Maxwell chuckling, nodded his skin lathered skull ever so slight to her. "now you understand this... you are smart at least... but yes, while I get your soul as my own, your king due to the effects of Blood Moon, is rushing here to save his 'love' and by then, I will become his equal... no, I'll become much more and this night, I shall see the demise of the soon to be former king of Hell and his pathetic human queen; it is I who will become the new king, and all humanity and those of the darkness will bow down to me!" Maxwell cackled as he throwing his head back, began to laugh loudly making his voice echo violently all over the catacombs as his mutated monsters cloaked in shadows bellowed, roared and hissed in response, while Seras...
Pale as white paper, she watched the cackling man with her sapphire eyes. A trap, it was all a trap, and she... in her current state... could do nothing.
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Me: See? See? The plot is truly thickening!
Haku: (grumbles)
Me: Stop whining, you'll be free soon enough, but yes.. keep up the reviews and I shall keep up the chapters, till then! Ciao for now!