Me: (blinks) Holy shit, I'm actually updating the day after my previous update, hurray for me!
Luran: Yay...
Me: Well don't so all to cheerful now.
Luran: (glares)
Me: (shrugs) in any case, here's more, not as long, but hopefully good enough, so please enjoy!
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"three hundred, four hundred, five hundred... uh... six, eight... ah, here, a thousand dollars, now please, will you leave us be?"
a flash of lightening lit up the dark interior of the seemingly rundown hanger on the docks near the ruins of Osaka. A woman and two children baring filthy torn garbs, huddled far off with terror in their eyes. A man wearing the same clothing and dripping of both sweat and blood from the various beatings, his terrified brown eyes looking forward right at the cloaked form before him. Dripping from the drenching rains that poured outside, the tall form covered in shadows, just stared down at the men whose filthy trembling hand held out the dirty envelope that contained the money.
Thunder roared loudly all around making the rusty metal walls of the hanger rattle loudly. Metal containers of old and dried up paint clattered to the ground causing the children to wail and scream out. The man though continued to fearfully watch the cloaked figure before him who had yet to move since he had gathered the money up that his figure's servant had requested, and yet after that and the silent disappearances of his friends. This man before him had yet to even speak a single word, only the man that came a few days earlier and had yet to be seen again since his last hone call or warning the family his 'master' was going to be at their hanger this following night.
Now here he stood, a man cloaked in a black cloak drenched in rain water, the only thing exposed was his lower face. With pale flesh and his lips set in a thin line, a few droplets of water slipped down the mans face and dripped off his chin, yet still, the man did not move or speak. He just stood there. Taking a nervous swallow, the man continued to stand there, praying that this cloaked monster wouldn't harm his fam- huh?
Blinking, the filthy blood stained man saw the sudden appearance of a pale left hand held forward with the palm exposed. No words spoken, but the gesture was all he needed to swiftly rest the envelope into the man's hand. As soon as the encased cash rested in the man's palm, the filthy penniless father fell back hard as with his eyes going wide, saw those lips. Those lips that had been pressed into a thin line for what seemed so long, suddenly twisted into a cruel smirk. With pale fingers closing slowly and firmly over the envelope, the hand and cash disappeared into the cloak as the man with nothing further to say or do, turned his back to the horrified family and began to slowly walk off.
Taking a dry swallow to ease his weak and frightened heart, the father took a uneasy step forward as he rubbed his filthy hands together with agitation. "So... please say you no longer will bother us sir... and that... you... gave my friends... proper burials..." the man whispered weakly. As lightening flashed blinding and the thunder roaring like a savage beast, the man froze as he saw the cloak man before him having come to a dead stop and yet kept his back to the man and his family. As a few seconds passed and the thunderous roar died away once more, the cloaked man rising his foot, began to walk off silently once more right for the hanger's entrance that hung wide open with the wall of pouring rain crashing down. With the pelting rains slamming upon his cloaked shoulders, the man began to fade through the wall of water and soon his muffled footsteps fully faded.
With a weak heavy sigh and his shoulders slumping, the father and husband stood there with the relief bleeding over himself and his fatigued family. That relief didn't last long as suddenly the sound of footsteps were heard and shadowy forms took shape through the rains as t hey headed for the hanger.
"Mommy..."
"Hush... Greg... who..."
both husband and wife just went mute and rigid as they saw the familiar forms and faces as the humans entered the hanger. With confused expressions and lost looks as they looked around, none were at all injured, wounded, ravaged... Greg taking a few very uneasy steps, his brown eyes looked forward as the nearest man wearing similar clothing, blinked and looked to him with a very confused look. "Greg... how... did we get here... what happened to Reign?" the man whispered as with agreeing murmurs, the ten humans of both genders looked around slowly, taking in their sights.
Greg blinking, just watched his old friend as his other friends he had thought to have been killed, looked around as a few went and chatted with his wife. "Reign? What are you talking about Dale?" Dale just looked at Greg for a second before smiling and popping his neck to the sides, shrugged at his good friend. "I can't really say, just, this man came to me a few nights ago and asked if I wanted a warm place to sleep and food to eat, all he wanted from me was my willingness to stay at this building for a certain amount of time." Laughing, the man ran his hand through his drenched hair as he looked around. "You know what though, he was a strange man, his voice was cold and the only thing you ever saw of him was his lower face, the man wore a cloak that covered almost his full body, yet I felt I could trust that man, or being, whatever he was, but he wasn't human, that's clear." Dale spoke as he gave into a deep yawn yet Greg... having heard his friend's words, wearily looked back to the hanger's entrance as there he stood. A lone shadow amongst the rain, but one thing was different about his form now.
With his figure turning his back slowly once more to the humans, the sound of groaning chains was heard as swinging lazily upon his back, a black coffin rested horizontally. As the man stood there though, a shadow within the rain, Greg watched him, was what his friend spoke of true? Was that man not as... no... he is cruel, the air he gave off was a dead giveaway, and how he had grinned when given that cash. Blinking, Greg watched as the man's body once more walked off and faded from sight as a thunderous flash of lightening and roar of thunder screamed all around. As his family began to open up and relax fully with his many friends t hat just all showed up, Greg continued to watch where that man had faded from. Just, who or rather what was he?
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Slipping softly out of her bra with the steam bellowing all around from the hot shower in the black marble bathroom, Seras gave into a weary sigh. Her head was still groggy from just having awoken an hour ago, but her body screamed for a shower before feeding. Rising her foot over the bathtub's smooth edge, Seras's body shuddered with pleasure as the hot waters struck her body in a messaging embrace, cloaking her body in a deep wet warmth. Feeling the dirt and oil wash from her blond locks, Seras rising her face to the oncoming waters, closed her eyes and stood there allowing the water to cleanse her body. As she did so though, memories flooded her mind. Or rather, one memory, that woman... "Luran..." with a small dry and bitter laugh, Seras hung her head and with eyes shut, felt the waters slip down her face. She had remembered that woman, that vampire who pulled her to her feet after the deaths of her family, the one who aided in her keeping her sanity, a dear friend and master she had sworn her loyalty to... and now.
A wicked chuckle broke her minds thought as Seras with a loud cry stood tall and looked wildly around. Even though she knew who that wicked laughter belonged to, just not being able to see him and only hear him still bothered her. Giving into a slow sigh, the undead queen went back to bathing. "Why are you here Alucard, ever heard of privacy?" she murmured softly as the darkness gathered in the far corner of the bathroom, Seras could literally feel his cruel smile press down on her petite form. "Since when does anyone else have the rank to tell me what to do Dear Seras?" the man's cold sadistic voice purred roughly over the hot shower. Trying to ignore his presence, Seras went on her way of bathing and grabbing the shampoo, rose the bottles nozzle to her open palm. That was when Alucard moved.
Seras froze as warm near hot rough hands slinked over her own hands as the smell of another drenched body filled her undead lungs. She felt the looming darkness behind her as the faint brush of a body behind her stepped closer. The undead queen felt the wet hair of her one time master drape her full back and shoulders. Not being the first time he's been this close if not closer, Seras still couldn't hold back the vivid crimson blush that rose upon her face as her own body went rigid. "A... Alucard... are you... having fun?" the woman barely whispered the words. With a low rumbling chuckle, Alucard shifting his drenched bare form with the grace of a dark feline, pressed his entire front onto Seras's back as he drew his lips right to Seras's left ear. "I am."
Seras's eyes flew wide as she felt him take her earlobe into his mouth and begin to softly chew. As odd as it felt to get her ear chewed by the very first vampire of all of them, her sense of touch was screaming. She felt his body pressed against her own, the warmth bleeding into her, his muscles that flexed ever so slight from small motions. With a slip of the fingers, the shampoo bottle fell heavily to the ground as Seras's trembling hands were encased by Alucard's own and drawn roughly to her lower gut. Closing her eyes, Seras could feel him, she could smell him, his scent.. the scent, like roses and blood, gun powder... from many times before, it flashed through her mind once more, Seras really did indeed love this ma-
With a loud cry, Seras's eyes flew open as Alucard pulling her back hard into his front, slipped his lips to her neck and bit down hard as his breath brushed past her bare pale neck. As the shock of his sudden hard gesture began to leave, Seras drawing her eyes half shut, relaxed her form onto his own and allowed him to feed from her. Tendrils of her blood slipping down her body and mixing with the waters as steam continued to collect. "A... Alucard..." just hearing the whisper in her small voice, that craving she tried so hard to hide from him. In his mind, Alucard smirked as he bit down harder causing a loud whimper to escape her soft lips. Yes, cry, whimper, scream! With his hands slipping from her own paralyzed hands, Alucard's wicked delight grew as his right grabbing her side, the vampire king allowed his left to slip further down to the hidden darkness Seras had allowed only himself to go forth into.
Seras thrashed back hard as she gave a mangled cry from Alucard's sudden touch. With her motion having ripped his fangs from her throat, Seras crashed her head into his upper chest as her body began to shake. Annoyed of him being rudely interrupted in a good feed, Alucard watched her with very amused red eyes as he drank up her fear. He felt it within her mind as the hot waters continued to pour upon their bare forms. She was fighting it, that urge she fought every time he did these things. With a low chuckle rising from his chest, Alucard dug deeper with his hand making Seras press even harder into his body as if to stop him. Lowering his face to the right side of her own, Alucard gave a cruel smile as he watched her draw in ragged breaths. "go ahead, try to fight me, scream, whimper, beg for me to stop, you know all to well it won't work my Dear little Seras Victoria." The vampire king chuckled deeply as more then just water and blood began to seep from Seras's body.
Taking very ragged breaths, Seras held her eyes tightly shut. Her mind torn in two, she wanted him so badly, and every time this has happened, she had given in, but still, every time she still fought, more herself then him. Oh god how she wanted him, how she wanted him to have his way with... No... No! fighting her mind, Seras began to pull away from Alucard. No motion was gained with that sudden action, with weak breaths and her eyes half open to the pouring hot waters, Seras felt and saw his hand still cloaked her body and had held her back, even though undead, she was still no match for Alucard. All memory suddenly burned from her mind as Alucard pressed even harder inside. With his fangs finding her soaked left shoulder, he dug in with both hand and fangs. No more... no more could she... with her body shuddering violently, Seras closing her eyes tightly rose her face to the ceiling as loud cries left her lips with every breath. As he watched her with wicked red eyes, Alucard bit down harder, yes, fight, scream, deny those urges! Sooner or later, She would give in and become his once more!
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"Sir... you cannot go this way, can you not understand, you cannot go this way, it's closed!"
as the night was giving to the first few rays of daylight, the drenched land glistened as far ahead the ruins of Osaka. Standing there by the heavy steel gates put there since the year after the city's destruction, five heavily armed soldiers stood there in front of the man cloaked in a black cloak carrying a coffin with aid of chains over his back and front, the man that Dale had called Reign.
Holding two heavy machine guns, one of the soldiers, clearly the leader of the five, stood there right in front of the man. "leave now or die, we will not tolerate the ignorance of anyone even if you are a freak of the darkness! So leave you fucking mon-" the four other men fell back hard as with a fluid swipe of his left hand, the arm of the cloaked man hung once more as there staggering about... the one soldier that had spoken no longer held a head. With blood spurting from the severed neck, landing a good near twenty meters away was the head. Staggering violently, the beheaded soldier crashed to the ground sloshing blood violently all around as the four remaining soldiers blinking, weakly stared up at the man as only his lower face remained exposed while all else was hidden.
"uh... um... please tell us at least why you want to go to those ruins... there's nothing there." One of the men whispered as the man stared right at them from the shadow embrace of his black cloak. "Move..." blinking the four just stared at him. "B... beg pardon... sir?" asked one of the men. The lips twitched slightly as he stood there. The four trading uneasy glances, they had all heard his single cold sounding word, his wish... clearing his throat, the nearest man nodded weakly, "Alright... but I swear there's nothing there..." as the soldiers stepped to the side, with loud grinding, the gates slowly pulled open and without another word or gesture, the man went forward once more. As he went past the soldiers and the gates were beginning to shut once more, the soldiers saw it... upon the back of his coffin that held a silver trim, there rested a demonic skull of a chrome silver, with fangs dripping of crimson metallic blood, a black pentagram rested on its forehead as demon yellow eyes hung in the skull as beneath the skull rested a single metallic red rose.
"Just... who or what is he?" whispered one of the soldiers as the gates fully clanked shut. "He's... not human, that's a given... what do you think Senji? Senji?" the three men looked over as their fourth comrade just stared through the thick steel gates to the fading man. "I've... heard... of a man... carrying a coffin... he's a near mute, and apparently... this man was said... to have... all attributes of every... magical thing in... this world... and if that was... him.." blinking, the other three followed their comrade's gaze to the form as it began to fade off into the fading darkness. As they stared one of the men hearing a odd noise, looked weakly over and paled as he drawing his gun aimed it. Hearing the click of a bullet loading the three looked over to question yet also froze. Stumbling about on the ground, kicking up dust and pebbles, the headless body of their one time comrade staggered about, blood oozing slowly from the severed neck as it gave mangled gurgles.
"Oh... shit... it's a fucking zombie, kill it, kill it now!"
gunfire roared in the dead air and within a few minuets... "it fucking won't die!" the four fell back as the mangled torn apart body still twitched and seized. It wasn't repairing, but it was still tempting to move for them. "Wait... look..." as the suns rays finally overtook the lands they stood upon, the body just in a single second, faded into nothing. Taking what seemed a unison breath of relief, the four traded uneasy glances. They had seen and fought vampires that changed humans into zombies, but they were always killed after a blow to the heart, yet this zombie didn't die at all, it kept coming until the suns rays touched it. Yet that wasn't the thing that disturbed them the most. They knew to change a human to a zombie, the vampire would need to drain all of the blood from their victims, yet their comrade only got beheaded, not drained, and still he was changed. And didn't a zombie, in order to serve its master, need their head?
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"so... then, the royals can die... by these books..."
Flicking his brown ears uneasily, Ty nodded wearily to Alexial as they still sat there lounging in the main area of the hotel. Near everyone else had fallen asleep as the day had arrived, yet all that remained awake was Inferno, Ty and a very uneasy and edgy Alexial who continued to pace about. Alexial coming to as slow stop, gave into a deep shaky breath as she weakly looked to her hands. "So... then my... father... what of the queens though?" the daughter of Zuranna whispered as the face of her mother flashed through her mind. Weren't those books only made for the undead royals? Hearing Inferno's slow chuckle, Alexial and Ty looked over to the skeleton dragon as he with his eyes shut, more so his eye sockets pitch black, his left claws casually curled around the scythe's wooden staff. "the royal queens can also die by such means, if my guess is correct, those queens were changed by the undead kings, and when a king falls, it's like dominos dear child of darkness, the queen will fall next, then any sired children will fall, as well as the servants and then the very domain that, that king had thrived on will fall as well." As the dragon spoke, Alexial's anxiety just grew as she began to once more uneasily pace back and forth while Ty continued to watch the dragon servant.
With the sockets suddenly filling with red light, the dragon turned his skull right for Ty. "is something bothering you dear wolf?" Inferno spoke in a near dull tone as he lazily with his other claws, began to itch happily underneath his cloak. Ty giving a weak sigh, narrowed his golden eyes onto Inferno's own red. "Doesn't that bother you at all? If Lord Dracula was to fall, then you would-"
"What? Die? Why? Should I let it bother me?" the dragon spoke in a growing sarcastic tone making Ty uneasily hang his ears on both sides of his head. As the dragon watched him, his sarcastic delight faded from both voice and form as he narrowing his own red eyes, nodded to the wolf as a dark seriousness engulfed the air around him causing even Alexial to stop and watch him wearily. "My dear wolf, former servant to Lord Donovan and Lady Zuranna, you disgrace the names of your former masters. By even thinking that Lord Dracula could fall to such a pathetic death, you have just spoken that you believe it is a given that your own royal masters will fall. Yes, those books can kill them, I will not deny you that, but who said they were not aware of such a way to die, who said they weren't ready if some pathetic fool could even register in their mortal minds of how to use those books to kill them?" the dragon hissed the cold words as Ty averting his gaze to the floor felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise up.
Alexial though, blinking, looked to the dragon. "Wait... what do you mean... how to use them?" the girl flinched slightly as Inferno suddenly snapped his gaze right onto her own, yet the hardness softened as he smiled slightly. "those books are their steaks, but it's not that simple, you need to know how to properly use them to turn them into such a death sentence. Unless you know, they are just that, books written in a foreign tongue that no one knows, or rather, none but the royals and one feline griffin who sleeps beside us." Inferno spoke as he slightly nodded towards Striker who continued to sleep deeply.
Ty, blinking, looked weakly to the sleeping griffin, a griffin who knew a ancient tongue... "So wait..." twitching his ears, Ty looked back over to Alexial and Inferno as the daughter of Zuranna had spoken. "Yes?" Inferno asked with a slight cock of his head towards her. Giving a weak breath, she smiled timidly "you mean to say... that griffin... could end the lives of the royals?" she whispered. This time Inferno outright laughed. "No dear child, he just knows the language, he is one of the last few of his certain race, the feline griffins, their proper titles though were lost like on the winds breath of time, but that is all you need to know for now of that griffin, but please, the day has come and I wish to sleep now, so should you daughter of Lord Donovan, as should you, wolf." With Inferno's last soft words caressing the air around them, all appearances of him awake and aware, faded. Ty sighing, gave a faint nod making a few strands of his unruly brown hair to bounce over his eyes. "the dragon is right, we should get some rest..." and with a heavy yawn tearing through his body, Ty began to shut down as Alexial, still standing there, uneasily looked from the wolf to the dragon and then to the griffin. It went through her head as she watched him though, what Inferno had spoke of, was just barely scraping the ice to what this griffin that was her ally had to offer for the royals.
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Me: (sighs deeply) I really hope this chapter was alright, I wrote it (once more) in the wee hours of the morning seeing that seems to be the best time for me to have any time whatsoever to type.
Reign: ...
Me: Ah yes, what does everyone think of Reign? He's a new character I cooked up that is like a good friend of mine, creepy, but fun to be with. In any case, keep up those reviews and no matter how long it takes, I shall continue to update!