Me: (smiles slightly) this may not be as long as other chapters, but again, please bear with me... I'm getting worked like a dog at work and rarely have the energy to update... but again, please, keep up the reviews, let me know you all are still reading this story! If I could wish for it, I wish to have at least more then six reviews before my next update which will be no doubt this coming tuesday...
In any case... enjoy!
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With a icy blue feline eye and a golden demonic eye exposed upon a pale slender face, a cruel smirk rested upon his lips as Haku streaked through the air like a black bullet. With wings looking to be made of black flames keeping him aloft, the man skimmed buildings making many fall back in fear. Freedom was finally his after so long and he had now one thing on his mind as he flew over the ruins of a mangled city that reeked of decay and smoke. Narrowing his eyes as his black blond bleached hair bellowed behind him, his senses flew fully open... where was the fourth located? Where was the fourth undead king at?
Waking up; breaking out
This is what it's like to be free
In truth, Haku could care less of the undeads or anything else but himself for that matter. He sought out the fourth mainly for one real purpose. That man who had used him truly had pissed him off. In legend he recalled, when all four of the undead royals unite, something was said to happen... something powerful and beyond all beliefs be it from humans or those of the darkness. Flaring his wings, Haku gave a loud cruel laugh as flames of real began to sparks and fly over his form cloaking him in shadows as embers flew.
Rip it up; tear it down
This is what it means to be free
Bones grinding, blood pooled heavily all around as his body grew while flying over the Plaines of Africa and over the remains of one of the four castles and the corpses of its one time rulers. With his wings shifting from black magic to thick leathery hide, his eyes pulled apart and grew into a set of four blazing red eyes.
Waking up; breaking out
This is what it's like to be free
Covered in the cloak of darkness, the massive demon phoenix Hakuyaoshi flared his massive wings right over a village, parting his jaws the vampire gave into a demonic scream as with the flaring of his wings. Any remaining flames helping him transform, flew out on all sides as if a explosion causing the panic to rise and wail from the humans within the village. Feeling it, Haku closing his multiple eyes, took in a deep breath as he felt their fear fall over him like a welcoming blanket preheated to soothe his monster heart. He was at last free and it was time... with his eyes flying open and blindly glowing in the night air, Haku beating his wings hard, lashed forth once more into the night sky. It was time to finally get what he wanted! Snapping his jaws hard with the feel of anticipation rising, Haku flew off fading into the night as his demonic eyes wickedly danced.
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Far on the south side of Tokyo, a rundown building sat there made of old crumbling red bricks. With foggy glass that haven't seen a cleaning in years, blurry colored lights flickered from within as the entire building rumbled with a very heavy bass and muffled shouts and cheers. A single young man with short unruly blond hair, drew over past the two brown metal doors that was guarded by two very large black men in black gang like clothing after having checked his ID and purpose, a hallway filled with posters of all assortments hung all over as red lights blazed heavily above in the cloud of smoke of both cigarettes and incense. The man going past the long hallway, there was another set of brown metal doors with two werewolves in the same clothing and body style as the other guards, stood there with sharp golden eyes. Passing the doors that gave savage creaks, wit ha loud cough into his sleeve belonging to a long black coat, the man looked around with his light cobalt eyes.
The room was filled with smoke galore as hard rock was blasted savagely all around. Pool balls clanked loudly on the tables to the far left as in the center rested a bar with lights flickering inside the counter as to the right. With a live band perched upon a stage and singing their loud words, there in front of the stage was a cement floor for dancing as tables encased the dance floor and near full of many people be it humans to those of the darkness. Strobes flashed, lights shifted with the heavy beats, fog machines bellowed as black lights blazed on and making near all glow.
Glancing around past the masses of people of both light and darkness, the man stopping, saw his desired target. With a slow rise of his feet, the figure made his way timidly to the table furthest in the back nearly untouched by the lights and other guests. There a single silhouette sat with a small curl of white smoke drifting around their head from the dim red glow of a cigarette half burnt.
With their feet upon the table and the left foot lazily tapping to the beat, the figure giving a deep breath allowed more smoke to bellow out. "So..." the man froze as he swallowing uneasily stood there at the table across from the figure as her voice softly spoke out. "My apologies.. but it is a fact... the demon got free and now seeks the fourth undead royal." The man spoke as a slight laugh left the figure's lips, and with the rise of a pale hand covered in a leather tip less glove with built in steel on the knuckles, the fingers curling around the cigarette, withdrew it allowing its master to breath out heavily. "the fool, he'll never succeed..." the woman laughed, her voice light and having at one time long ago been cheerful and almost innocent. The man sighing, nodded timidly to the woman still cloaked in shadows. "I understand all to well... but he still does seek out the fourth royal..." blinking the man stood there as the feet heavily falling from the table, the chair screamed loudly through the blaring music as its barer pushed back and slowly rose to her feet.
With heavy boots of black leather baring metal steel toes exposed on the shoes front stepping into the blaring lights of the nightclub, the wearer of the boots also emerged into the colorful lights. Wearing loose baggy black slacks, chains lathered the sides from the sides of the legs onto the back as silver zippers ran from the knees down to the end of the slacks. Baring a simple form tight tank top, her slender form no taller then five two was cloaked in a black coat that had runes of silver metal running all down her entire left side from shoulder, down the sleeve and to the end of the coat that hung a mere inch off of the ground. Upon her back rested a huge blade lathered also in runes on one side much like her coat, as long as her body by lacking only a few inches to keep from dragging on the ground, the blade held a close two foot width as it bore a simple black leather handle yet the sheath made of a silver unbreakable metal, in the center of the hilt there was a odd black stone with untold dark powers seemingly delivered from, Hell itself. With the aid of a thick leather strap over her front and back, the two latches on the blade to keep it in place would magically unlatch to her own call whenever her hand touched the handle and beckoned forth its use.
With the lights falling upon her face as her neck bore a simple inch wide leather strip carrying a bat pendant on the leather, no longer holding her innocence, with a scar instead of a faint red but a blue running right over her right eye, her face and form gave her the look of her early twenties. Red eyes blazed forth past the man as she scanned the nearby surroundings. Her long black hair was tied back tightly with a simple red piece of cloth as on her left ear hung a single silver hoop earring as on the other ear, three hoop earrings hung. Short she may be, but she was still a very powerful undead, and those who knew it within the club, kept well away from her due to her love of being alone.
"He'll never find the fourth, no one ever could." She spoke as she giving another deep puff on the cigarette, gave it a good toss to the floor and crushed by her boot as she lifting her foot so lazily, made her way for the dance floor. The man blinking, followed swiftly after as he weakly watched her with confused eyes, he was only a messenger not the know it all human servant to this undead. "He'll never... why is that!" the man yelled over the loud music as they began to plunge into the parting crowds upon the dance floor. With her chains and weapon clicking loudly, the woman moved forward making those nearby fall back with fear and much discomfort in their eyes and forms.
Chuckling through the loud music, she taking a full stop in the center of the dance floor with people giving her a wide birth, the woman flexed her hands to loosen up her tight muscles. "Simple my little human..." turning around to fully face the man, her clawed hands slipping onto his cheeks, scraped softly at his flesh as his eyes were locked upon her wickedly dancing red eyes. Her gaze narrowing, the grin on her smile became cruel as she drawing her face closer to his, let her lips nearly brush his own making the human's heart race and blood boil. "I'm the fourth undead royal.. they seek a king when they should seek out a queen." Her words whispered both past his paling lips and in his mind as the man's eyes going wide just looked at her. "How... is that..." her dark chuckle made him fall silent as she pricking his flesh with her claws, pushed him back and rising tall peered up at him being she shorter then him. "another simple answer... due to a effect of him selling his soul as the first of us all, it was suddenly for some dark purpose of that 'man' needing a queen to balance out the power, determined by my being his sister and the only female supposedly close to him, I too was changed... against my will."
Her smirk going cold and cruel, the woman turning her back to him, gave into a deep sigh as the band began to blast themselves into another hardcore rock song. Swallowing uneasily, the man watched her "So... is this... why you... hate Lord Dracula so mu- GYEAHH!" the man froze as she fading from sight was suddenly right in front of him, her red eyes blazing violently as her claws roughly took his chin into her own grasp making a few trickles of blood to seep out. "He's no 'Lord' to me but a mere pain in the ass like all brothers are, and he let himself become a slave to Hellsing for many years.. so no, I shall call him what I've always called him..." the woman crooned softly through the roaring music. The man swallowing, watched her uneasily. "And... that would be..." he started. Chuckling she drawing closer, brushing her fangs cruelly onto his neck making the man involuntarily shudder under her hold. "when I see him, I will say it, but for now... I've been thirsty far to long this night... and you have done your duty, you have nothing else I want but your very essence..." people fell back hard as the man trembling, suddenly wailed as she dug her fangs into his flesh and swiftly began to drain causing the human's wails to shift into small whimpers.
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Upon leaving the night club that still boomed with heavy bass and strobed with violent colorful lights, the woman sighing stood nearby in the darkness as she struggled to light her cigarette within her lips as she was fighting with a dying lighter that spat out nothing but a few sparks. "Master..." the woman blinking, slowly glanced over as there stood a man wearing only a pair of black boots and black slacks baring the look of bondage pants near anyone could find at a store that had grown greatly due to the uprising of undeads; Hot Topic.
Wearing only a leather strip on his pale neck, the tall near six foot slender yet muscled man stood there by five motorcycles that had sleek forms meant for speed and capabilities of slicing through the air. With how he was dressed and his short unruly brown hair flopped all around, how his hazel like eyes shined towards this figure. Any who knew of how undeads worked, or at least ones who didn't seek mates, or lovers. He was a human pet to this woman, he obeyed her every whim, her every command she gave him.
The woman grinning eyed the man as she finally getting a good flame, lit the cigarette and inhaling deeply, headed for him as the smoke flew from her nostrils like that of a dragon. "where are the others?" her words slithered out as she going right past him, headed for her own ride, the one bike that stuck out the most. With the same body, sleek and shiny, it was pure black as on the front and center, there rested a demonic dragon's skull with its jaws parted in a silent roar as within its gaping maw, there rested the headlight that when lit also shined through the cruel eyes of the skull.
The man watching her, nodded ever so slight, he not showing one slight flick of emotion. Being a pet for a decent amount of time to this vampire, he knew all to well; show emotion and get punished in a very cruel and sadistic manner. "Yo... Luran! We're over here, you missed out on the feast!" three figures cloaked in simple long black coats slipped out of a nearby alleyway, two with blazing green eyes and similar features being two twin sisters no taller then Luran, bore the look of American punks underneath their coats and had wild dyed hair, Macy had a blazing red mop of long tied back hair as her sister, Rose; had a dark blue long tied back hair. Past the mop of frizzy hair, they both held black feline ears and tails cloaked by the coats, this giving them the proper title, the feline sisters. The third bore pure Goth and silent expression as she being a few inches shorter then the pet of Luran, held black eye shadow, lipstick and her left eye was a soft red as the other was pure white. Thus never having a real name due to loss of memory after having been changed during the aftermath of a horrendous fight. She was known as Demon.
The four all watched Luran as she with her hand on the bike's skull front, watched them as well. They were a wandering slaying group, or rather, just outcasts... there were more by at least two that had most recently left... one who was a pet to Luran, left well over twenty five years ago out of 'fear of her 'master'' and then ended up joining the police force and then just up and disappeared as the other left only a few months ago due to what she had said, 'inner battles with herself'. In any case, they all served Luran, they all obeyed and respected her or they'd; like her pet, get severely punished. Yet not being a pet, their punishment was far worse; no pleasure was ever involved unless Luran was in a good mood and even then that was scary most of the time.
Chuckling cruelly, Luran gripping the handlebars, swiftly mounted her bike and violently roared the beast to life as the others scrambled to mount their own rides. "Haku is trying to find the fourth undead royal..." pausing as her four comrades snickered, Luran looked to the cloudy sky as the promise of night rain was near. "As well as we have a new issue to deal with; some zombie is trying to take over the world... as if that isn't anything new." Taking a deep puff on her cigarette, Luran gave a dark sigh. "So... then what do we do?" asked Macy as her sister Rose flicked her ears a bit. Chuckling cruelly once more, Luran flicked the cigarette to the side as she glanced at the feline twin with red hair. "Simple... we don't do anything, that undead royal is seeking out another royal that he thinks has a dick instead of tits and as of this 'new threat' fuck it... let my moron of a older brother deal with it... move out, now!" Luran's voice roared with the sound of the bikes revving... and with tires screaming loudly, they pulled out of there and rode into the night with coats flying.
Luran though; with red eyes narrowed as she rode in the lead, she had a mission rise within her cruel dark mind. This new threat bothered her; even if it was slight, that was still a feat all by itself. Thus... a cruel grin fell upon her lips, it was time to find her last two members of the Blood gang. One was calling herself Rogue, while the other was... a dark laugh left her lips as she recalled her old pet's name. "Seras Victoria..." the one that had gotten away before she had the time to hunt down the young blond. Parting her jaws, with fangs fully exposed, Luran laughed loudly to the near exact same as to her brother that was king of all undead. "It's time for a reunion..." the royal hissed with dark pleasure, and with her wheels and engine roaring loudly as if the dragon itself was alive, she sped off even faster making her group follow after with the same swift speeds. The royal unaware, her former pet from so long ago... slept soundly within the confines of a black coffin, tucked away in the very arms of a man who was the first of all undead as well as the brother of Luran.
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Blood flew violently all around as flames lapped the bodies of the dead that were savagely cut down. Far off a tall woman cloaked in gothic charm shouted out to her screaming victim as she ripped his head off and taking the spinal chord with making his crimson essence spill out. Another petite figure with flowing long blue hair that seemed dusted with glitter, raced through the swarm of men, her katana flying forth like blinding streaks of blue light cutting down the men and making crimson flags rise forth into the night air. Two feline sisters raced through the men in their full forms that looked like giant panthers with short Mohawks of the color hair they each bore to tell the two apart, weaving in and out with their teeth and claws unsheathed, the two sisters were cutting through the bullet proof vests and any unprotected limbs were savagely twisted and ripped off with their ivory teeth lathered in blood.
Cutting down one of the men with nothing but her clawed hands into his back ripping out his heart. Luran stood there tall and cruel as her claws dripping with blood, her red eyes blazed forward. With her black rune lathered coat bellowing out from behind her with a dark fury, she watched her pets fight to the far right... yet... rather just one pet. Narrowing her eyes and fangs bared in annoyance to her new pet's fear, Luran shot her demonic eyes all around as she cut down a few more men. Slayers who thought they could handle the fourth royal without knowing her true rank; they were mere small fry to the royal.
"Rogue..." with blood slipping off of her katana the small woman with shadows cloaking her form turning sharply around and with her eyes, the left a deep red, and the right a baby blue, she met the vampire's own demonic stare and knew right away something wasn't right. "yes?" the young woman's voice very soft yet a bit sharp due to her fighting. Luran smiled cruelly, all to much like a man in red as she looked at the woman before her who stood a few inches below her. "you seem more attached to the new pet of mine... have you seen where she has run off..."
"Luran! We've got trouble!" both woman looked over as the felines having yelled out, they saw all around, more and more slayers with heavy artillery slink forth from the shadows. Murder was upon their hearts. Luran giving a very deep growl, looked back at rogue who just blinking, stared back up at her. "Find her." Luran spat out the words as she with a very annoyed and angered gait, walked past Rogue and right for the gathering of more slayers.
Rogue though froze as she saw from when Luran had moved from her eyesight. "S..." terrified sapphire eyes fell upon Rogue's as the small blond teen no older then around fifteen mounted the bike offered to her from Luran. Her back already to the group and attackers as she weakly looked over her shoulder at Rogue. Rogue seeing and having a very good idea of Seras's plans, she watched her friend rev the bike hard and rise her left foot off of the ground as her right foot hunched down, ready to kick off. "Seras... don't you da-" Seras closing her eyes weakly, lowered her head towards Rogue as her lips moved and looking forward... the bike screamed out of there as the onslaught of the slayers fell upon them.
With bones slightly cracking upon the hilt of her katana, the very rage and anger began to burn and boil off of Rogue's form as she watched the small smoke from the bike fade into the nights sky. Her body began to shake ever so slight fro mthe rage as she heard the savage massacre behind her. She had seen what Seras spoke, 'I'm Sorry...'. Snapping her multicolored eyes onto the very spot Seras faded from, Rogue gritted her teeth hard. Sorry doesn't cut it, not to her, not when there was a battle to be fought and the lives of your allies were at stake!
"Rogue!"
Hearing her comrades cries, Rogue pushing Seras back in her mind for now, violently whipped around and with her eyes blazing. The young woman attacked alongside Luran and the others.
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Slowly, a baby blue and red eye opened in the darkness as a small flurry of slow dancing sakura petals flitted around. With her back against one of the many trees in the last few overgrown gardens in Tokyo, Rogue sat there lost in memories as her form was still lathered in shadows. Twenty years ago... twenty years when Seras had abandoned them... and then she left herself a few months ago due to personal issues. Giving a deep sigh, the woman continued to sit there as far off, a pack of five werewolves in their wolf forms raced by yipping with content cries.
A faint shiver ran down the woman's spine as a very faint and old feel began to fall upon her once more. A feeling she only felt twenty years ago. With another deep sigh passing her soft lips, Rogue closed her eyes once more. She knew all to well as to what she felt; Seras... she was coming back. Gripping the sword hilt tightly of her old time katana, Rogue gave a very small and bitter smile unto her lips. She did not forget, and it was time to see if Seras has not either.
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Me: (nods slightly) where there you go, the fourth is now known to all... I'm trying to take as many twists and turns in this fic, but then again, there is SO much I'm not putting in that would really fuck it all up.
Ty: I do believe that is a good thing.
Me: ... meh... in any case, lets see if indeed I can get six reviews by this coming tuesday. I wish to see if people are still enjoying my fic.. so ciao for now!