Me: (sweatdrops) Oh god, I am SO sorry of my lack of updating... due to the fact, I have found a life and work is hounding me what seems 24 7, (grumbles) So I do apologize and really hope I still have at least a few fans out there remaining.
Ty: No... no one likes you...
Me: (blinks) ...
In any case, to make up for much lost time and updating, I made this chapter hopefully very long, so enjoy!
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The morning rays flicked softly through a boarded up window causing the flecks of swirling dust to dance around lazily. With the sound of rusty lungs exhaling, the dust swirled violently about as far off from the intruding light, a form stirred softly in the shadows as all around both within the shadows and daylight; blood that had been spilled what seemed a week ago, lathered the floor. Sitting there as if having crawled there and crashed from being beyond drunk, the figure giving a faint cough, rose his head up in a wobbly motion. Having crawled there in a subconscious state as his body was rebooting to the traumatic change, red eyes pulling weakly open, stared forward in a half hearted glazed state. Bare like that of a new born but with the body of a twenty five year old man, well formed muscles were etched gently onto his slender form. Long locks of pale blond hair draped his back against the wall and upon his sweat glistening chest. Taking a few more ragged breaths, the breathing stopped fully as a long groan left his lips as a moist tongue slipping out, stroked them in a dark tenderness as while licking off a few tendrils of dried up crusty blood, a old craving filled his mind, body and soul.
Taking a full breath of the musty air into his chest, a low chuckle began to rumble from his chest as he closing his eyes, let the breath fully release from his undead lungs as his entire body was relaxed. Far off, a lone form what seemed a demonic couch, moved ever so slightly. With it sensing its master's awakening, the servant of a mutated one time harpy male, sat there. With bat like wings that held feathers that had the look of decaying and molting. His long murky brown hair lathered in oil and filth as well as old crusty blood. No longer holding the soft pale flesh like his past brethren, the harpy male had what seemed decaying grey flesh with muscles seemingly to bulge out that caused the flesh to break and bleed constantly. With heavy steel rust covered chains swinging lazily from his clawed feet that looked more like a dragon's hind quarters then that of a harpy who held a birds hind quarters, pure white eyes stared at his master as he flexed his black molting long tail of frayed feathers.
Other forms laid about, but no more would they move. Kidnapped and having been mutated into mindless puppets for Maxwell from the near ancient works of the former Vatican who created such tests for a certain Hellsing servant cloaked in red. They now laid there as empty corpses, their blood intermixing upon the floor and seeping through the floor boards. From Maxwell's sudden shift, a blood thirsty rage had risen and he killed all... but the very first of his many creations. Silver teeth flashed forth from the harpy's jaws as the livid white eyes of the servant snapped to its master as Maxwell began to outright laugh with his head held back against the wallpaper peeling wall.
"Amazing! Simply amazing! The power the blood of that mere vampire is truly amazing, then again, she is the undead lover of 'Dracula'!" the man cackled as with his hands on either side of his bare body, began to flex roughly causing a few bones to crack. Grinning cruelly with his fangs exposed, Maxwell gave into a deep content sigh. "I finally became a true undead once more... a powerful one at that... now all I need is a queen of my own, and I already have chosen her... all I need to do now is deal with her already chosen lover, and to do that, I have you." With red eyes opening, Maxwell with a dark sinister smirk, looked forward at the servant as the harpy shifted his claws heavily onto the wooden floor making it creak deeply.
Chuckling, Maxwell closing his eyes, ran his left hand lazily through his long pale hair. "you know why I kept you alive, mere servant? It's your vile infected blood, I don't need Alucard to be my servant, but I will need him to at least have a small sample of your blood and he will no longer be the almighty king of all undead, his connection to claiming his queen will die and I will claim his title and his queen, I will become the new undead royal of all!" cackling loudly, Maxwell's cruel eyes snapped to his servant's once more as his chest still rumbled with malicious delights. "all you fucking harpies hold the same poisonous blood, all it needs is a few good mutations to awaken its true purpose. Harpies were made only for that reason, to kill the undead who needed to know their place... isn't that right my servant? And all you need to do is either kidnap his love, or piss him off enough to fucking bite you... and I don't care how you do it, take his guns though, poison him with your venom, strip his powers, I don't fucking care, just dispose of his blood, but I want to take his heart from his chest and force feed it to him, I want him to know his place!"
As if given or understanding all to well his master's silent command. The harpy servant hung his head for a few seconds before snapping his wings open and savagely tore the air and silence apart with both violent gusts of wind as with his demonic scream. With wood splintering and crashing all around, sun poured into the old abandoned complex as the servant's wing beats was fading fast into the daylight.
With his livid amused red eyes watching, Maxwell chuckled softly as he drew his gaze to his left hand. "Seras Victoria, I guess it's safe for me to admit, I owe you..." closing his hand tightly in a fluid motion, blood seeped timidly from his palm as his nails from the sudden force, embedded themselves into his rough flesh, yet no pain flashed over his face. "So... to pay you back, I'll make you mine, I'll kill Alucard, I'll fuck you till you scream and when you beg for me to stop..." drawing his bleeding palm to his lips with the wounds already fully mended, Maxwell lapped at the spilt blood that was tempting to seep up into his flesh once more. Laughing in a soft manner, Maxwell looked to the shattered wall his servant had crashed through. "... I will go at you harder and keep at it until you are to weak to do nothing but lay there and take it like a proper woman should!" with the small laugh growing, parting his lips, Maxwell who continued to sit there nude and fully relaxed, threw back his head and full outright laughed wickedly as darkness engulfed his mind that no light would ever be capable of touching.
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Seras giving a faint shiver, walked timidly and silently through a over grown park. Being untouched by human or nay hands for that matter for who knew how many years, the sakura trees in the moons glow, shimmered with dewdrops as the tall grasses softly swaying from a whispering breeze. Rubbing her arms together to fight back the chilly nip of the night air, Seras blinking, stopped in mid step as she heard a faint murmur of voices not far off. Taking a few risky steps forward in a slow fashion through the wild weeds that rustled along her body, Seras once more froze in place as she saw the figures standing not to far off and cloaked heavily in the shadows. Narrowing her red eyes as a cold breeze whipped up, a slow breath passed Seras lips. She knew those figures up ahead... she couldn't recognize them, but she knew-
"stand still, I'd hate to see this lovely greenery be stained by your vile blood."
Seras froze from the woman's cruel voice of cold maliciousness, her body going as rigid as a tree that rested nearby. The barrel of a cold metal gun hung to the back of her neck as with a loud click, a bullet was loaded in a near casual state. Taking a shaky breath, Seras calming her frigid form, the vampire royal gave a very weak but oddly calm soft laugh. "go ahead... I cannot die..." her voice whispered within the chilly breeze that whipped up a few locks of blond hair. A slow malicious chuckle broke from the figure behind Seras as the barrel was pressed even harder to the undead's neck.
"I know... but it is still so much fun to see a undead royal squirm, yet then again..."
Seras gave a sudden small cry as the barrel pulling back, slammed hard into the back of her skull causing her to take a few stumbling steps forward. As soon as she came to a standstill though... cold metal once more pressed to her neck causing all of Seras's mobility to lock up.
"... I must say, it is such a disgrace that a pathetic child like you became a undead royal. So what happened dear pet, did that senile bat finally break and go for pathetic little wenches?"
She! Seras's red eyes widened as all fear began to blossom from within her undead beating heart. She finally placed that woman's voice that carried such a cold chill. As Seras's body gave a involuntary shudder, the woman behind her gave into a full out wicked chuckle. Licking her suddenly dry and numb lips, Seras took a faint breath. "I... why are you here... I thought that-"
Seras lurched hard as the gun was smashed hard into her neck causing all speech to leave her lips and lungs.
"Shut the fuck up! You have no right to speak to me even with your fuckin back to me, you are nothing but a mere runt to my eyes, a pathetic life form not even worth deserving that undead life your 'lover' carved out for you! So go ahead and try to move some more, go ahead and speak, these bullets will even silence that ass hole you call Alucard!"
"Master..."
Seras blinking, didn't dare look to her right where the man's voice murmured softly causing the gun's pressure to withdrew slightly from the woman's neck. Not even daring to take a breath, the undead royal dove into her memories of when she had still been human... she had been a pet to a certain... thoughts fled as the gun was swiftly removed fully from the back of her neck. Just as relief was tempting to bleed into her heart... a arm suddenly slinked around her neck and with a violent drag, Seras giving a loud cry, crashed hard into the woman's front behind her as a sly warm breath slipped past her left earlobe.
"count yourself lucky... I am not here to deal with you, my rage belongs to someone else, though some one is seeking your pathetic soul out... my own reasons for being here, I will not say, at least to someone like you, so piss off and pray I never see your face ever again when I'm fucking pissed off!"
red flashed through her crimson eyes as stars rose from a traumatic blow to the skull. With the world spinning, Seras was half aware as her body crashed into the wild grasses below and tendrils of hot sticky blood slipping down her face. With vision blurring, Seras saw the black boots standing right by her face, standing there, in a cruel state, wicked intent that followed up to the full form of a former comrade. Those boots... as her eyelids grew heavy, the black boots she thought to never see again, rose slowly right for her face just to step over. With the flow of a heavy black coat bellowing over her collapsed form, Seras gave into a bitter and weak smile. Life... just got very... interesting, and she had yet.. to judge... that to be... a good... thing... or... a... bad... thing... as that single thought crossed her mind... Seras's body went fully limp as the sweet darkness of unconsciousness took over her mind, body and soul.
As she laid there in the middle of the overgrown park... any who were there, was gone as far within the sky, the faint hum of wing beats came closer with a intent of a cruel purpose.
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"did your mother ever teach you the meaning of patience!"
with brown ears flicking upon a mat of unruly brown hair, Ty's annoyed golden eyes watched Alexial walk back and forth within a hotel lobby. Carrying maroon leather couches and comfortable chairs with a log burning fireplace roaring nearby in a silver encase hearth, the elegant lobby housed the group. Ty was happily encased within one of the large chairs reading his 'dirty' book that Alexial had dubbed as Inferno sat in the other chair happily dosing. Integra and Walter having given up watching and waiting, fell asleep upon one of the couches. The other couch housed Anderson and his own ward, Heinkel and a very nervous Yumiko sitting to Anderson's right as the man, clearly in a simple relaxed state, sat there. With his crimson eyes watching nothing else but the roaring flames before them, there with her upper body in his lap, Sarina slept soundly as Anderson's strong hand having killed many, rested protectively upon her back beneath the blond locks of her hair. Striker nearby was curled up like a feline, with wings lazily folded up, the griffin dozed as the only one who seemed unable to relax, was Alexial who continued to pace back and forth with uneasiness bleeding from her very soul.
It had been almost a full two weeks since Seras's kidnapping from that mangled plane and Alucard following after. They didn't show it as well as Alexial, but those close to Alucard and Seras were indeed worried for their safety.
Ty's ears flicked as he hearing his voice, turned his golden gaze over to Inferno as he peering as well to the burning flames, wore a solemn expression even though he was a black skeleton dragon in a black cloak. "... I wonder wolf... what purpose did that bird have with my queen..." the dragon's slow gentle voice spoke softly, gaining the eyes of Alexial as well as Heinkel and Yumiko. Ty blinking, sighed softy as he looking back to his book, timidly closed it. "I... don't know... but no doubt, Maxwell is involved..." the wolf whispered. A gentle yet bitter chuckle rose causing them to look over to Anderson as he carrying his casual smirk, continued to stare at the flames that danced liked the rage within his heart.
"ye all are pathetic beasts, nuttin more... it's so obvious as ta why he wanted 'er in tha first place, or at least... ta ma eyes... what of ye, Heinkel, Yumiko?"
Yumiko blinking, gave Heinkel a lost look yet... Heinkel narrowing her eyes, set her lips into a tight thin line. "the experiments... he found the research... but was that not suppose to have been destroyed years ago?" the woman slayer spoke in a quiet tone as if to not believe her own spoken thoughts. Anderson's grin though just grew as he began to slowly stroke Sarina's back causing her to give a happy whimper as she still was stuck in a world of dreams. "Ai... that would be the intended truth... but ye have got to remember... who was the head of those experiments?" the slayer murmured in a cold tone making Yumiko watch him with growing worry and pressed concern.
Alexial narrowing her own red eyes, watched Anderson and Heinkel. "So wait... that man... that monster... did experiments... just... what kind of fucking experiments did you Iscariots pull!" the daughter of Zuranna screamed as she flexing her clawed hands, wanted to so much tear out the information her heart screamed for. Anderson though... giving a deep heavy sigh, turned his gaze onto Alexial's, causing the young woman to stop and stare at him confused... something very deep and unreadable clung within his eyes. "do not go accusing us daughter of Zuranna, we are slayers, that is all... the experiments ah speak of was done by Maxwell and Maxwell alone... he craved power, always power, and ever since he heard of Alucard, he craved..." Anderson's voice faltered silent as the sound of a book crashing to the black marble floor echoed around.
Ty with ears flattened on the back of his head, stared horror filled right at Anderson as he had heard the man speak. Inferno narrowing his eyes, eyed the wolf as Striker having awoken to the sudden abrupt sound, stared as well to the wolf. "impossible... Maxwell..." swallowing to weakly attempt at rewetting his throat, Ty groaning rubbed his eyes as Integra and Walter having drawn awake from the beginning of this whole conversation... Integra giving a stiff sigh, looked to Walter who giving a small nod, the woman looked fully into the red eyes of Alexander Anderson. "this means to say... Maxwell got hold of the red moon's chronicles..." the woman near whispered gaining the worried eyes of the two women slayers and Alexial. "the... what?" Yumiko asked as Heinkel watched Integra with intent red eyes.
The woman, once head of a entire organization, nodded her head making a few blond strands of hair to flick over her face. "the red moon chronicles, it's a very ancient book found by the founders of a family that long ago split up to make two families, the Hellsing and Iscariot... this book was said to hold the very keys to dark powers and if read properly and researched for a very long time... it was the very key to the very downfall of the very first undead king, Dracula, or as most of you knew him... Alucard." Integra spoke in a hushed tone as Alexial taking a few shaky steps back, watched her with very wide red eyes. "No... its... no... how can a stupid book take down Alucard!" Alexial cried, sure she feared that man, but the very thought of such a deed, a small book taking down such a powerful monster... terrified her.
Walter sighing, nodded to her as his ancient eyes upon a young face watched her, oddly soothing her panicking soul ever so slightly. "it can dear Alexial... that book is Alucard's only true weakness and capability to cause his downfall and very death of both his body and very soul. The leather was stripped from his flesh and the words written in his blood... this was all able of being done when he gave his soul to the darkness, a priest who knew what he was when upon finding that vampire's body, gave his own soul to write such a book from the sleeping monster as he laid resting and reconstructing his very body and soul into that of raw darkness and pure evil. So by being made of both pure good and pure evil, that is the silver steak that can pierce Alucard's heart and kill him..."
"and it isn't just Alucard who has such a steak upon this world, the other three royals having upon sold their souls the first time to darkness, other priests having the same mission like their comrade... seeked out these monsters as they having been resting as their bodies adapted and fully changed... did the same thing, gave their souls and created these books... yet some good news if you wish to call it that... one of the royals found this out and destroyed their book, keep in mind, only the undead of that book can destroy it, no one else is capable of doing such without having their soul get sucked out... with it gone, they are a pure immortal, unable to die at all unless they are willing to die, but if to take and change those ashes from their book into anything else, like mix it with some sort of metal, the ashes are destroyed but the dark magic is not, it becomes a instant KO to any undeads, even Alucard..."
As Inferno spoke in a near scientific tone to that of a very dark being, they listened and Alexial's heart grew with even more worry... just.. who would be able to destroy that sort of book when Alucard hadn't in the first place?
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Far off in the streets of Japan, motorcycles screamed past as the front leader with a rune lathered black trench coat bellowing behind her form, strapped to the woman's left leg hung her weapon of choice, a gun much like a certain man in red as the bullets resting within rattled softly, singing their kiss of death song and awaiting to be plunged into ones chest so to consume both body and soul.
Red eyes flicked to the flashing scenery all around of the night surroundings. A grim expression set upon the rider's cloaked face concealed beneath her helmet that rested in the form of a demonic dragon's skull. She felt him, he was so close, so fucking close that his blood was seemingly dripping down her throat. Leather gloves gripping the handle bars tightened savagely making the leather creak and wail in agony as a few seams tore around her knuckles. The runes lathering her black trench coat blazed a violent red as a dark beacon to find the very evil that was related to her in such a vile way. With the vibration of the motorcycle causing her gun and bullets to rattle with growing anticipation... with a violent cold and vicious smirk curling onto her lips exposing her fangs lathered in a few flecks of old blood from her past meal, red eyes blazed as Luran began to outright cackle her dark delights. "come out, come out wherever you are you ignorant undead fucker!" with wicked laughter ringing in her frigid words, Luran and her ward drove off, a single goal upon their leaders mind. Find Alucard!
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With a slow breath, Haku sat there. With his body cloaked in black clothing found from the aid of a wandering Miko who carried a katana and had different colored eyes. Taking a deep sigh and allowing the air to slip past his lips, the vampire stared at the dawning sky. He recalled that woman having found him in his crow form, trapped and unable to fly. She was amused, annoyed and also sad at the same time. With a faint smile on his lips, the undead sitting underneath the sakura tree kept her image in his mind, blurred though from having met her more so in his animal form then that of his human like state. He had felt her heart ache, the old scars that tore at her very being, always there, always bleeding. The small smile grew as he took in another breath, she was cute even if not fully in focus, but the pain he had felt from her...
A cold breeze whipped up causing Haku's icy blue eye to stare forward at the overgrown park before him. The breeze made a chill run down the vampire's spine, yet it wasn't out of the chill. Narrowing his single exposed eye, the wind whipped his hair from his other eye exposing to the very dawning day, a icy golden yellow eye of demonic evil. As if with the very hand of death at his disposal... a single bird having risen early to the growing day, flew past yet as soon as its marble black eyes of life were met by his exposed eye. The bird with a loud scream that wasn't meant to be heard from a bird, its wings buckled and the bird writhed violently all around on the ground as it continued to scream. Haku merely watched the bird as it struggled from what he knew was excruciating pain and suffering, both within the creature's mind and body.
Narrowing his gaze, the smile once what seemed gentle, turned crooked and cold upon his lips as a hardness filled his eyes. Blood began to pour from the struggling beast as Haku watched it writhe. He knew a battle was to come, a battle that would once more decide the fate of this world that he has lived on for so fucking long. This time though, it was a battle, a war not meant to see if darkness or light would win, but of what kind of darkness shall still proceed to consume this world. The smirk grew as his cruelness grew, the bird's eyes bulging out, blood spurted from the sockets and mouth as its screams began to sound choked. Clenching his clawed hands into tight fists making a few bones pop, a cold laughter began to rumbled from the undead's chest. He could care less as to who won, be it the undeads who rule now or this new threat that was drawing upon them all. All he cared about was just being able to be left alone and do what he damn well wanted to do.
Closing his eyes as the winds began to fade away, the strands of hair slid back over the demonic eye as the bird laid there taking in weak sharp breaths. Death was fast approaching the little creature, Hakuyaoshi felt the heartbeat begin to fade, the pain of the bird's little body that had been so viciously torn up from inside out. The pain... with his yes once more covered, the single icy blue eye slipped open, no longer cruel and cold, his gaze looked to the fallen creature before him, still fighting to live. That pain the bird felt in its shuddering body, it was no where close to that dark hidden pain within that woman's heart. The vampire could care less of many, many things, or rather, almost all of everything, but that pain. Rising his left hand in a near lazy manner, with not even a simple word spoken or anything else done, in a matter of seconds black light began to pool over the bird's mangled form.
Hopping to its feet as the sky was nearly lit by the morning rays of the sunlight, the bird with new wings, rapidly flew into the sky, unaware and forgetting any that had happened to it a few minuets ago. Watching the creature fly off to live the rest of its life, Haku sighing ran his fingers leisurely through his hair. He hated life, it was such a pathetic thing, mortals, why live and go on when all they gain in the end was death... they will always suffer and feel pain more so then feel happiness and joy, they never get really anything except the gift of death, so what was the point?
"Simple, we don't want to be forgotten, as we also want to feel that joy even when it seems dark, that just makes that happiness all the more better, and tell me demon from hell, do you know of anything but rage? Use my emotions, you'll see what I mean, and hell, if you're lucky, maybe you'll learn exactly why we humans wish to keep that joy as well as love more so within our hearts then that rage you carry..."
blinking his eye softly, Haku with a glazed stare, looked to the ground as a spider scuttled by through the dew lathered overgrown grass. He remembered those words, spoken to him from what seemed so long ago... his own words, or rather the words that belonged to his human side, the true owner of this body that he had consumed so to live upon earth and keep that human soul alive but dormant within him. An agreement that they had rested upon, the human gave his body and full control to Haku who had been rejected from hell so he could stay alive and Haku would not consume the human's heart and soul so he can live on earth in a human like form so to not stick out as his full demonic phoenix self. When he first had asked the very same questions to his human side when he was still fully aware and conscious, the human Hakuyaoshi had spoken those words, those very words.
To not be forgotten... to know happiness, to love... a human's heart that can be so simple and yet so fucking complex...
To his heart that he shared with that of a human soul, the human half was true, Haku hearing the sound of human voices not far off, looked to his left as he saw a couple walk past. Laughing and pushing each other playfully and suddenly to embrace and hold each other. Love... watching them with what seemed a emotionless face and form, his blue eye shined with a odd stare. Through his many years of life upon this world, he had indeed learned to enjoy life, to feel that happiness, yet not the happiness his human heart had spoken of when all seems lost and yet there is still that flicker of joy and hope. He never needed to feel that way, but the happiness bit of normal day pleasures he understood. Seeing the couple embrace tighter and softly rest their lips together in a tender embrace of arms and flesh, the look in Haku's eye hardened as with a low growl, the vampire stiffly began to rise to his feet. Love was something he never wanted.
Upon standing tall and still unseen by the two clearly lovers, Haku snorting to them, turned his back and began to head off with the black clothing rustling softly over his tall form. A pair of simple jeans, shirt and shoes, given to him... blue and red eyes flittered through his memory as he recalled her, that woman... the one with so much concealed pain and yet life. A smile grew as he went on his way, he was amused by that woman, and Haku's mind began to set in place. He would find her, but first... with a left of his left shoulder letting the bones grind and pop, Haku with a lazy eye set forward, headed off as he was first going to hunt down where that bitch vampire had hid his clothing and after that was finished... a laugh left his lungs so suddenly that was dark intent, but neither cruel. He would find that woman with the different colored eyes and see what would happen from there.
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"Zuranna..."
"Hmm... whaisit..." the undead royal queen of America laid there half awake cloaked in her lovers arms deep in the cushiony confines of Donovan's coffin. All around their castle as it laid untouched by the aid of their servants and guardians, fires blazed, battles of all kinds broke out, but at that given time... the fires were out and barely smoldering, the dead were taken away and properly buried, lives were beginning to reset themselves and order was coming once more into a dominant stand. The humans were finally ending their rebellions and the war of the America's was finally coming to a uneasy close. Thus... the two royals, battered, bruised and weary of war and fighting, slept soundly and peacefully for what seemed the first time in a long time.
Taking a deep breath and his golden red eyes barely open and turned to stare at Zuranna's soft face as she was still in a deep slumber, Donovan smiled. Rising his right hand from her bare form, the man lovingly rested his bare warm palm onto her face gaining a soft nuzzle and murmur from his love as her eyelids twitched but remained shut. His smile grew as the love in his eyes shined towards his love, his wife and queen, his one time fledgling from so many years ago. "are you... ready to go to Japan and join the side of our daughter and allies?" the man's soft voice purred deeply from his body into her own making Zuranna groggily nuzzle her entire bare body into his own and give way to a deep breath. "yes... but... sleep... now.. I'm.. tired..." and with that, any sign of Zuranna being aware and possibly a smidge awake was gone, burned away as sleep consumed her form once more. Donovan feeling the pull of sleep once more tug a his own body, the man began to tenderly stroke Zuranna's face. Shifting his form around her own, Donovan rested his lips upon her own, even though he gained no response, the man fully satisfied with her just being there in his arms and well, closed his eyes as the two both fell into the clutches of slumber.
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Seras pulled awake as she feeling a dull throb in her skull, felt the plush interior underneath her hands as her clothing was bunched up and uncomfortable in these crammed conditions. Taking a deep breath and filling her lungs with the scent of a certain man in red, memories flooded her mind as she had seen... shivering, Seras weakly gave a small whimper. She thought she was done with that group... she though they were out of her life seeing well over twenty years had passed since last seeing that woman's face, her cruel red eyes, that coat she always wore. With her whimper going into a groan as a painful throb pounded through her skull, Seras cupped her painful crown in her hands as she curled into a fetal position. The dark thunderous laugher roared through the coffin walls as that pure evil darkness consumed all senses, a feeling she knew all too well.
"best rest dear Seras... you were struck by a weapon made of undead hands and darkness, that blow will last for a while." Alucard's dark voice rumbled through the coffin she resided in. clearly hearing his wicked dark amusement and pleasure to her discomfort, Seras gave into a small sigh. "I'm glad... one of us... is having fun..." grumbled the young undead royal as Alucard hearing her words, just outright began to laugh cruelly. "Oh, with you dear Seras..." Seras felt shivers ran savagely down her spine as she felt phantom fingers roughly curl onto her chin and force her face hard right to the coffins lid as two demon red eyes peered down at her. Holding the raw amusement this evil man was giving off, Seras weakly narrowed her eyes to his own as the cruel smile shined within them. "... I am always amused... now..." with a rough release from the phantom fingers, the eyes faded as Alucard's voice shifted from all around, to a muffled voice from outside the coffin as he recoiled all his magic.
"... get some rest...I cannot have my queen become feeble and weak from lack of proper rest and blood." As cruel as his voice was and sneered, Seras sighing nodded weakly in response as her eyelids drew heavy. Evil he may be, dark he may be, but that didn't mean she couldn't trust him, that didn't mean she could not love him with all her heart. As sleep began to fall upon his queen, Alucard stood there, his form nearly fully consumed in shadows, the vampire king of all undead stood right by the coffin that held his queen. With a livid cruel smirk upon his lips and his red eyes concealed by his shades, the vampire stood and watched. He felt the oncoming darkness that was threatening his own hold on this world he had consumed with darkness. Yes, he knew who it was, he knew of the reason of that man's futile attempts at trying to even dare meet Alucard's eyes. With a low chuckle, shadows began to consume and cause his body to fade, let Maxwell come... Alucard was not afraid.
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Me: (grins weakly) So... what do ya all think, no doubt only a few handful are reading my fic now... wouldn't blame ya though seeing how long it took for one single fuckin update...
Luran: ... (goes back to cleaning her gun)
Alexial: (shakes her head)
Ty: ...
Me: In any case, reviews are always welcomed and I do promise (even if it takes so fuckin long) there will be more! Till then!