Me: It's a miracle, I am actually updating a few weeks after my last chapter, not a few fuckin months... in any case, thanks for the reviews and hope you enjoy!
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Just where was Alucard?
In the vast darkness of the ruling midnight, a single set of blood red eyes gleamed open and stared out into the murky depths of the ruined southern side of Tokyo. Through the many ravaged and boarded up buildings that were crumbling from the many years of obtained abuse, those of the darkness scurried through. No humans have dared to enter this part of the rundown city ever since five widely heard slayers were maimed and stuck on makeshift metal crosses. With their deaths and all their blood drained leaving nothing but carcasses that held faces frozen forever in a state of true terror; only a fool would intrude on these lands that remain ruled by vampires. Sure, wolves and felines as well as a few foxes and bird shifters lived here, or walked through seeking information, a place to stay, to get wasted, stoned, or to feed, be it on cooked fully prepared meals, or fresh meat with blood still warm and dripping.
The red slowly closed and reopened as they snapped to the left with the sound of creaking chains. As the grinding drew closer with the padded sound of heavy boots heaving down the broken plant and trash covered street, upon the vampire's face, his lips curled slowly into a cruel malicious grin as he recognized. With fangs exposed, Alucard, Dracula, king of all undead, began to laugh deeply making his ebony hair slowly drape over his shoulders still contained within his all to familiar red coat. His crimson eyes wickedly danced as old memories of war and bloodshed filled his mind and made his blood sing within for what was to him, 'the good old days'. The days when blood was plentiful, when everyone within five miles knew of his presence and not knowing his rank yet, found out and the lands were ruled by fear, true terror. Him as well as the other undead royals, but this man, no, this monster, more a monster then even Alucard himself, who walked down the street heading closer and closer still to where Alucard lurked. There was a nomad royal, a royal and yet not a royal, a creations the humans created hoping to rid the world of the royals, and yet their very creations was their dominant downfall before something happened and lead the royals into hiding.
A low growl left his pale lips as Alucard's eyes flickered with old rage. The very reason of when the other royals went into hiding and allowed the world to once more be consumed by the forgetful unintelligent human race and the touch of light. When the darkness failed and broke away like a dying storm, that had happened... when a Hellsing had captured and took Alucard as a prisoner and a servant to the Hellsing Organization, forcing him to slay those that he had witnessed and seen rise to power in the world of darkness that had taken him so long to create. It all fell because of a single man that carried the name of Hellsing.
Drawing back from the memories of both good and bad, Alucard stood there tall and proud in the dark alleyway he was stalking. There before him, in the center of the shattered road, the figure stood. With the little light provided this late at night, the chains on the man's body gleamed with thousands of years of malicious bloodshed. With the cloak covering his entire body but the lower part of his face from nose down, the coffin that rested horizontally, groaned faintly upon the man's back. In what seemed a sudden instant, the demonic metallic skull on the coffin's lid that bore metallic blood in the form of dripping, began to blaze with a violent red glow that boiled off like steam.
With a fluid and very slow motion, the cloaked figure shifted his form and with eyes unseen in the shadows of the concealing cloak, the half exposed face looked forward right at Alucard's own wickedly grinning face as hi red eyes danced. He felt the power ripple off of this hunter's body as his own responded. A old blood bond they held, for within the making of this creation that stands before him, a bit of his own demonic and vamperic blood was included, making this figure standing before him, an equal, and to those who knew and have seen the true extent of even the slightest amount of his powers and strength. Reign was more powerful then Alucard himself by five times over, and was even more powerful to any known being, beast or creation that had once if ever roamed on this planet.
Looking back away from Alucard and his wickedly dancing eyes, the man lifting his heavy left boot, began to slowly walk off once more, his chains grinding loudly on his body.
"tell me Reign, what has happened to us?"
stopping, Reign stood there, continuing to stare forward as a slight breeze kicked up. Alucard seeing this, smiled cruelly and bitterly as he drew his gaze to the sky high above. "we once were truly feared, wherever we went, terror was spread on the lands, the darkness we had incased this pathetic world in, it made it our world, a world for us and us alone. So please tell me, what happened? Why do you continue to mindlessly roam and why can I not regain full control of this world like I had once held in the very palm of my hand?"
"Because... you fell High Lord."
Alucard with a low growl to the vicious bite form those words, snapped his gaze forward yet stopped his own raging words from slipping past his tongue. Reign was no where in sight, both his magical feel and power were gone. Rage began to boil within his dark blood as Alucard's hands tightly gripped into fierce fists. "Because... you fell High Lord." those poisoned words dripped into a deep crevasse in his undead damned soul. Because... he fell. Because... with a savage wave of his blinding fury and shear rage, windows that had been missed by thrown rocks, shattered violently and covered the streets as the buildings around bellowed in their own agony as huge gashes and cracks ripped through their wooden and brick sides. Boarded up planks shattered and crashed from their roosts in the windows as a few stray pigeons having rested there for the night, scattered into the sky with frightened screams as a few straggling wolves and other shifters fled.
The rage they all felt brought true terror and the sudden urge to run into their very bodies and minds, making their blood seem to freeze. As they fled on be it foot or wing, bats with beady blood lusting red eyes swarmed the alleyways and mangled streets, with white sharp teeth gleaming as they uttered their screeches that fed the building rage. Any stragglers who didn't run or fly fast enough... were lost into a world lathered in blood and terror.
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"Alucard!"
eyes flying wide, and droplets of sweat dripped down her pale face, Seras laid there within the dark confines of her lover's coffin. Being placed there by the tender hands of Zuranna who having no idea what to really do but allow the young undead queen to sleep. Taking in unneeded ragged breaths through pales lips, her undead heart raced as memories of that dreaded nightmare flooded her groggy mind. Blood, pain, rage, shear fury... and loss? Swallowing heard to calm her frayed nerves, Seras pressed her aching body into the soft interior of the coffin. Looking at the coffin's lid as she rested her head upon the plush pillow and took in her former master's scent, worry filled the crimson eyes of the one time fledgling. She had seen Alucard in what seemed an alleyway and be told he had fallen and was called... High Lord.
With a small groan as her panic went down into the depths of grogginess, Seras turned onto her left side and gently in a lover's gesture, caressed the interior as she would to Alucard's chest. Her mind wandered as the want to be asleep once more slowly began to creep over her. When was he going to get back? Would she ever see him again? Did he really lo- her loud startled cry was yielded with a single pale finger roughly pressed against her lips. With red eyes wide, her racing heart and soul began to ebb into relaxation as she saw who was attached to that finger. With the heavy weight of his chest pressed upon her own and legs bent on either side of her hips, wickedly dancing crimson eyes stared right at her own with lips twisted into a dark smile.
"Alu-"
Seras's eyes went wide as her king advancing... her words were silenced as his cold pale lips pressed heavily onto her own with a wicked hunger and lust. His sadistic red eyes meeting with her own bewildered as she felt his lips curl into a dark smile while resting still rather heavily on her own lips. His tongue slid out teasing her lips, awaiting entrance as his hands gripped her shoulders tightly but not enough to cause the pain to slink pass the pleasure. This confused Seas Victoria greatly as she let her eyelids close while allowing her former master passage. The only times he had ever acted like this with her was when... a faint twinge of worry filled the back of her mind as she allowed Alucard's caress of his hands to slip lower on her body. He was like this whenever he knew something very good was going to happen, and when something was very good for Alucard... Seras not wanting to think of the upcoming turmoil that was no doubt promised to this world, the undead queen gave a small muffled cry of pleasure as Alucard's seduction and raw touch went past the barriers of her clothing.
As her mind began to grow groggy with the need and lust of his sadistic touch... Seras knew... something was coming, question was... just what was?
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Lights of all colors danced around as the bass of near twenty speakers roared all around. Hundred upon hundreds of shifters, humans, vampires, all alike, danced. Their footsteps crashing hard onto the wooden floor as the smell of sweat incense and marijuana filled the already stuffy air. Strobes flashed, fog machines breathed out their sweet clouds, glow sticks and small lights of all sorts blazed around from the clutches of their masters hands. Sweat glistened into the musty air as laughter rang out, voices snag, yelled, chatted.
The border of the dance floor was outlined with heavy black wooden tables with the center of each table lathered in tall half melted candles as all the tables were crowded with relaxing or overheating people be it vampire, shifter or human. A few tables bellowed with smoke as one after another, many took hits from water pipes, or joints. Even a good amount were popping ecstasy pills as those already under the pills dancing wings, were giddy and dancing happily, their bodies glistening with sweat. The poster lathered walls held many images of random animes as well as a few dark bands. This was what many called a rave, a place to have fun and be what you want to be. Yet...
A single wooden table to the furthest from the music rested and only five figures sat there. three of the five figures were cloaked in simple long black coats as 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; who 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, thus giving them the proper title, the feline sisters. The third, Demon; bore pure Goth and silent expression as she held black eye shadow, lipstick and her left eye was a soft red as the other was pure white. The pet of their group, 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. With only a leather strip on his pale neck, the tall near six foot slender yet muscled man sat there by the three young women.
With how he was dressed and his short unruly brown hair flopped all around, how his hazel like eyes shined towards the woman that sat on the other side of the table they had encased. Any who knew of how undeads worked, or at least ones who didn't seek mates, or lovers. He was a human pet that would follow any whim or order given to him from his master.
A deep sigh was issued from the woman across the table... their leader, the pet's master... 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 through the ravers as she scanned the nearby surroundings. Not seeking anything in particular, but just looking. 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. She was the fourth undead royal; Alucard's sister.
Her red eyes snapped over to the left as a man with a large grin on his face that looked no older then twenty, headed her way. His blood gave a ringing scent to her dark touches, yet it also held a odd feel, a odd green feel. With a slight smirk crawling onto Luran's lips, she watched him; this man was clearly stoned and rolling. He was a type on certain occasions like this, she loved to feed from, but this was one human she would not feed from, and there was a very good reason as to why.
"Slurin, riight?" his words slurring horribly as the serotonin in his mind was blazing and making him ride the happy train. Luran just continued to smirk a him, his very existence reminding her all to well how pathetic humans are. As amusing as it was to watch him and wanting to feed from his oh so luscious elixir of life, Luran gave a faint nod making his eyes shine with happiness from finding her in this thicket of sweating bodies. This made Luran actually want to laugh, who knew one who was already rolling on ecstasy could get any happier.
Unnoticing the vampire's smirk grow and the glimmer that grew in her eyes, the young man rummaged heavily within his streets clothes that concealed many pockets. "it waas har to get a hold of thiis shtuff... why one ssuch as yur self wants some ish beyond meh..." with a victory grunt, he tugging from his left pants pocket, withdrew a fairly large plastic bag filled with clumped up dried green stuff... Rose was the first to realize what was it they were looking at. With her hazel eyes narrowing in a coy smile, the feline twin watched the royal as she took the bag so casually into her hand as her other delivered a small bundle of cash into the greedy hand of the rolling stoned man that staggered away.
"So when has our strong leader ever needed or wanted pot?"
Luran hearing Rose's voice, chuckled slightly as she eyed the quarter pound bag of weed. "this... is not for me, I'm relaxed enough as it is... but, this isn't for me." She sneered as she turning rested the bag on the table and watched the dancing flames of the candle lathered table center. Eyeing the bag, Macy looked wearily at Luran. "do tell, why is it covered in that white powder?" she weakly asked as Luran chuckled wickedly and narrowing her eyes, looked at the bag's contents. "Simple, its crushed ecstasy pills." That made them eye the bag even more as they were trying to figure out why this undead royal would need such a mix, it would easily fuck with the minds of humans.
"hold it..." Rose blinking looked up at Luran's wickedly dancing eyes. "this is for... someone who's... not human... is it?" the feline asked wearily as she twitched her ears weakly as Luran's smirk grew with the wickedness in her eyes becoming filled with evil delight. "very good dear Rose... so here's the question, just who is this for? Hmm? Any guesses? Well here's a hint... I cannot get stoned off of normal pot, anything a human can create, we royals cannot get any effects from smoking or eating it... but mixing it with something that will rise your serotonin levels, not even we royals can stop the incoming high." With laughter ringing in her words, her crimson eyes narrowed as her words sunk in to her ward and slowly, one by one their eyes widened as they gained knowledge as to who this bag was geared for.
"Royals... you plan on drugging a royal? Is it Alucard?" Macy near whispered as she hung her feline ears weakly. Luran full outright laughed as she looked at and only at Macy. "for what I am here to do, I need to get him 'distracted' as I should put it... you see..." lowering her gaze to the bag, the royal began to run her finger gently over the plastic bag's side. "... when a human is stoned, they get relaxed and happy, when they are rolling, they get very happy and energetic... a royal though, with this mixture... doesn't get either of those effects, we... lets just say, its red moon all over again, but we cannot control these side effects... once in us, we cannot tame the cravings until either satisfied or just wait for it to leave our systems, and that... takes a while." Luran sneered as she grabbing the bag, tossed it in the air and violently snatching it into her clawed hand, pocketed it in her trench coat as her ward continued to watch her weakly.
Just what the fuck was going to happen now?
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Me: well, not as long as my last, but the lack of ideas to write about are starting to drag me down, but it is a promise I will start this war and well, all that fun shit... in any case, keep up the reviews and I will keep updating, till then.