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"get down here, I dare you!"
with a cocky smirk resting upon her pale cold lips, Luran's red eyes cruelly glinted up at the trees dead limbs. With a loud enraged caw, a very large raven was perched high on top, its livid demon eyes, one a ice blue and another a blazing gold, glared down right at the vampire and only the vampire. Luran; still grinning very cruelly, stood there so casually as her left arm in a near lazy manner held a bundle of clothing cloaked in the shadows embrace of the night. Clothes that she had phased off of a certain undead royal who now was perched in the tree as a giant black raven. In this form his demon eye at the moment was just that, another eye, its cruel powers rendered useless at the moment.
Both feline sisters were laughing their asses off in the far back still mounted upon their bikes. Yet both demon and Luran's pet just stood there, amusement in Demon's good eye as nothing seemed to flicker or register upon the pet's face as he just stood there, neutral and poised. The felines though were unable to contain their pure amusement out of the fact, what Luran had spoken to them long ago, was indeed true. all true undeads have a certain look, their clothing that they wore most of the time became their signature look. Like Alucard in his red getup, Luran in her own black clothing. When one item is removed or damaged, they can instantly mend it or phase it once more onto their bodies seeing the clothing has become a part of them. when a limb is removed, it regenerates, the same with the clothing.. Yet... there was a trick to this. When a true undead royal removes an article of clothing from another true undead royal, they cannot regenerate it back on. They have to get it from them. No one really knows why this was either, but Luran having founded out what seemed many hundreds of years ago when she had 'barrowed' a article of clothing from her brother; just to be hunted down and near pummeled from his fists as he didn't seem to pleased of the inability to just phase his missing clothing back onto his body.
So here she stood, tall and enjoying with malicious eyes and form. She held the clothing Hakuyaoshi and he, being stark ass nude, hung in a tree glowering.
Sensing the days approach was almost upon them, Luran rising her shoulders, let them fall into a lazy shrug. Turning her back to the tree, the vampire royal headed for her own bike with the clothing still in hand. "if you want these back... then, best try to find me." Swinging her leg over the motorcycle, the engines roared to sudden life as with a silent command to her gathering of outcasts. Blinking his demon eyes, Haku screeched violently as he flaring his wings, watched all five bikes suddenly race out of there at near unimaginable speeds.
With enraged eyes, the raven undead royal began to beat his massive ebony wings hard and kicked off of the tree's branch... yet... with a violent swagger in the air, Hakuyaoshi's eyes went wide as he giving a mangled caw, his wings buckled and the royal crashed hard to the ground. A huge plume of dirt rose into the night air and danced slowly about as with a low gurgle emitted from the crashed bird who staggered onto his feet. Ruffling his feathery body hard, he sent more dust into the air with annoyed eyes looking in the direction of where the five had disappeared... revenge on his mind. One thing truly bugged him of this bird form and of himself as he began to preen his feathers clean of any remaining dirt. He had forgotten how to fly with wings like these, he was use to his magical wings or demonic dragon wings... each set was different, and these ones... he had forgotten that they truly annoyed him. Even though annoyed, the royal wouldn't shift out of this form, for if he did, he'd have a hard time sneaking up to that vampire bitch. Only his raven form kept his aura and dark touch from all other senses, the perfect form to sneak up on another undead.
With a loud sneeze, Haku stumbled back hard as he shook his feathery head hard. He had taken in a nose full of dirt as he tried to take a breath that would have been a sigh to calm his very strained nerves, but instead he got only a bad sneeze from it. Upon sneezing though, Haku heard the footsteps stop suddenly to his left. Snapping his eyes over, both undead royal in a giant raven body and a short woman, shorter then that vampire wench and carrying what seemed a katana, stood there and stared at each other, both cloaked in the shadows of the soon to be dying night. Blinking his clear eyelids with rapid speed, Haku just stared up at the woman before him, his dusty feathers forgotten. Just maybe... narrowing his eyes ever so slight, the undead royal subconsciously bobbed his head... maybe she could help him...
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"damn it all! Why is it whenever I want something, I seem never able to obtain it!"
old half rotted drywall shattered from a wallpaper peeling wall of a old bordered up five story complex covered in filth, mold, rat dung and cobwebs as the stench of mildew and fecal matter ran all around with the new stench of rotting flesh added in. Light fixtures dangled all around, light bulbs shattered, fixtures hanging by a few wires that have been near fully chewed through by rodents as a good deal of flies buzzed around. The fist having gone through the drywall, hung there in the new gaping hole as flicks of particles from the drywall flittered down to the rotting wooden ground. Brown blood slowly like that of molasses containing small lumps, slithered down the fist's boney knuckles, the purple pale flesh nearly peeled and ripped fully off exposing browning cracked bones and shriveling muscle tissue that was a light grey from lack of any fresh blood.
With a black cloak covering the rest of his body other then his exposed near rotted fist and face, Maxwell stood there. Hunched over like a old man, his motions showing that of a very frail state, far worse then some that have been dubbed as glass people due to weak bones. Unseen in the darkness, the cloak was utterly stained with the brown blood, still not having dried up, but browned, continued to slowly slip from his rotting corpse of a body. No longer did his skull contain any eyes, only a brown crusty one time white cloth was wrapped around his face where his eyes should have been yet left nothing but brown oozing sockets. Even so, oddly he could still see... not like that of a normal human, but through the mind, it was still a color filled eyesight, but the sense was like more of a dream then pure raw eyesight. His lips having long since dried up and shriveled away, gave the man a very demonic grin that only faltered slightly from his moods. With holes in the sides of his face, rotting teeth were exposed as upon his throat that faded into the dark clutches of his cloak.
His long hair having fallen out and rotted away, he had bits of his skull exposed as the thin layer of skin upon his head was shrinking away and tearing open allowing even more of the lumpy brown blood to ooze out. No longer having a nose, two holes hung there, flaring ever so slightly from the small few remnants of skin as he gave into watery breaths even though his lungs had long since dried up and broke apart inside his chest. In any other case, he was truly a disgusting nightmare to meet be it during the day or night.
Nearby within the hallways of the boarded up complex, his mutated servants rested and watched him with their glazed servitude eyes. They were nothing more but puppets, yet even so, he could still yell at them as his anger grew. It had been seven days since he drained Seras nearly completely of all her blood and yet still, nothing happened! It truly pissed him off, he only had so long to live and that time limit was fading fast.
With a violent twist of his hand, Maxwell giving a small slushy grunt, withdrew his fist from the wall letting more of the half rotted drywall to crumble away. With a shaky sigh passing his lips, the man shuffled very slowly towards the one window that had two three panels missing allowing the cool dying night air in. upon looking out, Maxwell saw the horizon far off begin to faintly lighten up, the suns embrace was approaching. Giving into a dark growl, the man, the one time head of Iscariot Section Thirteen, clenched his fists tightly. Another day and another few hours taken from his life... a loud screech from a nearby servant in the darkness drew Maxwell's eyes down to the servant but... his mental eyesight fell onto his left arm. "what the..."
Rising his left arm slowly to get a better look, the cloak's black sleeve slipped back allowing Maxwell to see his full arm from elbow to fingertips. Steam was slowly rising from his limb as flecks of a odd glittery touch flew about. Flesh was beginning to pull together as the oozing brown blood began to retake the slow growing touch of healthy red... Maxwell was suddenly very rigid as he gave a sideways glance out to the window as the suns rays... with a burning pain suddenly engulfing his body, an explosion of steam bellowed from his body as Maxwell violently trembling, doubled over as a loud mangled yell tore through his mangled ribcage. He couldn't move no matter how hard his mind screamed at his limbs.
With the stench of smoke filling his lungs, Maxwell forced his mental eyes to look at his body and saw the cloak he wore was burning. Flames of black light was eating away at the clothing yet did not harm his body at all as it was slowly becoming exposed and bare to the suns growing rays.
Brown blood sloshed out from all openings as Maxwell with a strangled groan, heaved violently letting the vile liquid to spill out on the ground before him. The rotted wood at his feet began to burn from the acidic blood as it too caught onto black flames. Remnants of the cloth once resting over his eye sockets, fell down falling into pieces of nothing but black ash. The pain began to grow, a pain Maxwell... parting his jaws, the doubled over man screamed. he screamed savagely as the pain was like hot lava mixed with acid began to seep through out his entire body. The old blood was violently forced out from all openings, his nose, eye sockets, ear holes, jaws, penis and anus. From the washing off brown blood, fresh red blood seeped violently out, just to slowly retract as bones grinding, began to pull back together. Flesh began to mend and regain its healthy pale glow as muscles regenerated with those of the missing and half rotted organs.
Maxwell finally found motion, yet a motion he didn't enjoy. With his legs folding underneath his body, the man giving to a violent swagger, collapsed hard into the pool of old and new blood as only the red, pulling from the brown mush, began to seep back into his body. The holes on the sides of his face and neck, closed up with steam bellowing all around as the full suns touch embraced the man's bare form as it was two thirds looking to be that of a nude young twenty five year old. With his pale blond hair flying out like a golden cloak in the suns glow and coming to rest upon his back... Maxwell laid there, unconscious... his body finishing up on the mending... he and all else was unaware of both the power he gained as well as a curse...
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Red eyes flew open violently as with sweat streaking her bare heavily trembling form. Seras took in ragged breaths as her king slept beneath her, still unaware of anything from their previous romantic actions. She felt the hair on the back of her neck stand on end as a cold chill of discomfort tickled her entire spine. Something... wasn't right, she couldn't say what, but something wasn't right... she felt as if the very blood within her began to turn to ice. With a small whimper passing her moist red lips, Seras weakly looked to her sleeping king and former Master, Alucard. Why did she... her eyes grew wide as her stomach lurched. Swiftly pushing from Alucard's side and flopping out of the coffin via phasing through, Seras cupping her mouth in her left hand, raced hard and fast to the bathroom. The hotel room still cloaked in darkness, all that was heard was of Seras's whimpering cries and violent heaving.
Within a few minuets of passing, Seras sat there weakly trembling on the hotel twin sized bed. Still bare, her pale soft skin seemed to eerily glow in the darkness as she wrung her hands together, fear in her red eyes as she drew ragged breath through her trembling lips. Something truly wasn't right, but the only thing she could take a wild guess... had to do with a man who had taken her blood.
"Maxwell.."
Upon speaking his name, Seras groaning, hung her head as she felt ill once more in her gut and within her dark soul. Something was going on... and no doubt it had o do with him for how she felt... she had not forgotten so easily of what that horrid rotting man had done to her in those catacombs... he had taken her blood, or rather near all of it.
"Seras..."
Seras jumped hard and with her red eyes flying forward, the girl's suddenly seized up chest, relaxed, but barely as her red eyes rested upon the red eyes of her king as he stood there, also pale and beautifully nude, right before her. Tempting a weak smile towards his neutral face, Seras gave a small nod making her sweaty blond hair slightly bounce and stick to her moist body. "Alucard..." she couldn't hold it as the tears rose. Biting her bottom lip hard, Seras hung her head and took in a very deep and shaky breath. "I... I think... Maxwell... has... dome something... I... I can feel it... and it..." Seras's voice faded as she felt his strong rough hand heavily rest onto the top of her matted and sweaty hair. Hearing no response to her words and just his touch, Seras gave a weak sigh as the trembling slowly began to fade from her body.
"He will die... do not forget that."
As the hand and his feel faded from the entire room, Seras taking a dare, looked up to see he was truly gone from the very room. With a faint bitter smile upon her lips, Seras rubbed her weary eyes as the ill feeling began to lift from within her body and heart. He was right, Maxwell will die... but the question was... Seras weakly taking her left thumbnail, stuck the nail into her mouth and nervously began to chew, yet not hard enough to damage the nail... how where they going to kill him?
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