Me: Greetings to all! Happy Halloween! I do so humbly apologize for taking so long after leaving the story at such a bad place, that really pissed me off, but life got in the way... SO as a treat to you all children of the darkness on this Halloween, a long and hopefuly a good chapter... and thank you for all the reviews and putting up with my lack of updating... so please, enjoy.

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Crimson tears slipped free as a pale hand covered trembling soft lips. With red eyes wide showing the fear and loss, the undead collapsed hard onto her knees as she saw the sights before her. The crumbling buildings of London were covered in dripping blood and mangled innards. Demons all around, screamed, roared, bellowed as they fought and greedily gulped down the globs of meat from the population. Safe on the edge of the castle's lands, Alexial trembled as she kneeled there. She heard their screams for mercy, for their king to save them... but... he wasn't here. With a weak whimper, Alexial hung her head and clung to her upper body with shaking hands. "I'm sorry... I... I can't do anything... I'm... just the daughter of a royal... I can't even go dragon..."

"Since when does a royal, be it child or ruler, fall on their knees as if in defeat... get up."

Alexial taking a weak draw of breath, heard Yuki's stern voice. His tone gave her shivers as he stood there beside her right side, clothed in a formal black suit as he was now graced with a living human body that still bore markings of regeneration that was still needed, more so on his upper face and hands. Having the jacket prepped from his crimson angelic wings that hung out gracefully, his short mat of muddy blond hair was combed back exposing full crimson eyes that stared straight forward with a stern rage through the eyes of a simple crimson porcelain mask that covered the upper half of his face as he was awaiting the rest of his body to be fully restored. "I've seen it half a million times, someone who gains dark powers thinks they're all that, and that the world is theirs... but not once has anyone ever succeeded in trying to conquer when Lord Dracula is in the Throne." With a fast snap of his neck, Yuki's blazing eyes fell right onto Alexial's making the vampire flinch heavily. "if you fall on your knees and ready to claim defeat, you belong in that city and get your limbs ripped off as you rest in the state of despair, even a human who has no chance yet still fights outranks any royal who is willing to claim defeat."

With a weak whimper leaving her lips, Alexial tore her gaze from this man and stared to the ground as her hands weakly gripped the cool blades of wild grasses. "Alexial." Hearing his stern yet soft voice, Alexial looked back up to the servant of Alucard and flinched as there in her eyesight was a held out hand, clawed, pale and graced with a few simple style silver rings, ready and awaiting for the offer to be taken. She took it. Sliding her cool fingers into his own cold and rough hands, Alexial traded soft glances with Yuki as she gripping his hand, pushed her weak legs as with his aid, a strong pull was issued and allowed the undead to stumble to her feet. With a small cry, Alexial stumbling, lurched hard into Yuki's side as the man carefully pulling her hand closer to his chest, wrapped his other arm around her shoulders to steady her wobbly feet. His crimson eyes were soft as he watched her weakly lean into him as her eyes stared forward past his Master's border.

This undead in his arms reminded him all to well of himself from what seemed so very long ago... born from a dying mortal that had been raped and drained by Dracula in his younger more destructive and violent days, born with immortal blood mutating horribly with that of the mortal blood within, he was named and taken in by the very monster, he was human for at least five years of his life, but on his sixth oncoming year, his body seemed to peel, melt and burn away, his flesh flexing out upon his back and molding leaving him as a black skeleton with crimson wings. Shunned by the outside, he lived within the castle serving the one who brought him into this world. He remembered the fear whenever a new war was raged, when a plague came, or when a new terror tried to reign. That very fear, the fear he felt and breathed off of Alexial's shivering form even though it wasn't chilly. Now here he stood, with his Master's full grasp coming to a near complete hold on this planet, the blood within his immortal bones had awoken and allowed him to become the man he had so long craved, he had read in old texts that when the Dark Lord Dracula and the High Lord of Hell combine, the world of decaying magic would be put down as once more the grace of such a world filled with the magic and beauty he had long read about, would become restored.

"To see this world restored..."

Alexial blinking, timidly looked sideways to Yuki as he smiling gently, his eyes shinning in that of joyous thoughts, the servant stared forward as his grip on her shoulder's lessened to a much softer hold.

"Yuki?"

blinking, the young man looked down to Alexial's wondering eyes. Seeing her look his smile grew as he nodding gently towards this royal daughter, looked back out to the city as he felt the rage and bloodshed of the rampaging demons. "it's with everything... a project, a home, a town, a city, a country... you come across say an old vehicle that you wish to restore, you first must sand off the old paint and rust, take out the engine and put together a new machine as well as add new paint. It's a time consuming process, it has to get uglier first before it can become beautiful as it had once been before. The same goes for this world, it has once been a full beauty that had become rusted and filthy with the contaminating touch of the humans. So to get back that beauty, this world needs to get a bit ugly, a bit filthier then it was, and before you know it, peace will return, nature will rise once more as the magic awakens again."

Staring down at the young woman, he saw her confusion as her mouth was slightly ajar with her eyes oddly looking to him as she was trying to piece together what he was saying. Yuki merely laughing, looked back to the border line of this land he had aided in protecting for so long, "the first thing that needs to be removed to get rid of the most destruction is the rust, rust eats away anything and everything, take a wild guess as to who is labeled the rust on this world." As he had spoken five demonic wurm demons, having shedded their decaying bodies, flew high over head scanning the castle's lands below. With intense screams and wing beats, Alexial flinched as the walls of the castle became barren from the many servants as they flying from their perches on both castle and trees, tore through the sky and began to rip apart of the very bewildered demons giving them not a chance to defend. Seeing this, Alexial swallowing weakly, looked to Yuki who watched the maiming with solemn eyes. "the demons?" her small voice made the servant look sideways at her before smiling and looking back up to the sky as servants dove and flew about swallowing the raining blood, flesh, innards and bones making sure none of the vile remains were to desecrate the lands of their master and king.

"The demons, they can be if they aren't managed and let loose onto this world, but no... take another guess."

Alexial closing her eyes, leaned harder into Yuki's side. Rust eats everything, destroys, never does any good... her eyes opened half way as she thought of the really only possible 'rust' beings.

"Humans..."

Yuki fully turning his face to look down at her, smiled slightly as he nodded towards her. "Yes... Humans, the one who lost their way from the path of magic, they're the rust of this world."

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Reign sat there in the shadows as kindred of all forms, sizes and types danced, raved, drank, laughed, talked... the glass of vodka he was given by the owner who having taken full notice of his presence without him even speaking or making his appearance known; rattled and shook upon the oak table he sat at. The bass roared as all the lights and strobes flared about with lasers and fog machines running on full. This was not just a normal rave party room, stalagmites and stalactites of smooth rock hung heavily all around as the cavernous walls that rose a good ten stories before meeting the ceiling, had huge sculptures carved out like the presidents on Mount Rushmore. There were three in place, the center was a massive dragon with tiger like markings and angelic wings, the one on the left was a skeleton dragon with the same wings as the one on the right was a very familiar demonic Siberian tiger rearing in a frozen launch to whatever prey was before it. In front of these three massive ten story tall statues, three podiums rested, no higher then ten feet from the cavernous ground, on the far left podium sat the dj as the other podiums were empty.

He was rather amused that this place had lasted so long as it had. When tough times came upon the lands above, this place still thrived, a sanctuary, a place to recoup, a place to be yourself, to find yourself. With a faint twitch of the corner of his mouth, Reign watched as his glass of vodka tipped over from the roaring bass. Giving in to a small annoyed sigh, the cloaked man easing slowly to his feet rose up tall as in a blink, all the lights and music suddenly stopped plunging everyone into darkness. Growling, Reign focused his vision to see the sights of a feline making the pitch black not so black. The owner was one to never have made simple appearances, and when such an appearance was to be made. Reign actually flinched as instead of panicked screams like what humans tend to do in such situations, all those within the cavernous room cheered, screamed, bellowed, howled.

Far ahead all three sculptures eyes began to blaze a violent red as if on fire as their outlines also glowed. With crackling like that of snapping electricity, balls, streamers of red light flew and bounced all around the sculptures as well as the walls and ceiling. Any that snapped off the walls or ceiling flashed brightly into glittering specks of multiple colors.

Reign had to smile at this as he refocused his eyesight. He had known the owner for well over a couple hundred thousand years, and not once has...

Lights flared brightly and swirled about as the dj on one podium began to blast heavy bass to that of a thunderstorm as there on the center podium that hung above the other two, a single cloaked figure stood. Hardly past five foot three, the cloaked figure seemed like a young teen yet little did the humans know.

As the music roared into full out techno the cloak split apart as two huge black feathery wings hung from the back of the petite figure as the woman stood there. Wearing black clothing lathered in chains and straps, a long whip like tail hung out from behind as she wore the muzzle of a black dragon wit ha mop of tied back blue black hair. With sharp blue eyes staring out, the cheers and loud sounds from the gathering ravers grew even louder as with a look of grand enjoyment and dark glee, the owner of this hidden paradise for kindred of the darkness, stood there smiling as she with her arms crossed over her breasts concealed behind her tight black tank top. As she stood there though, flecks of red light sparking from her body clung in the air making forms of twelve multi colored shifting balls of sparking light about the size of golf balls.

With a sudden flare of her black angelic wings, rising her clawed hands up, the twelve balls followed her fluid motions like raver lights on strings as her body flexed and moved about. Hoots and cheers rose as everyone began their own dance steps, both genders cat called to the owner yet they knew as well as Reign who continued to stand there, even though the owner was single and unattached to anything that had life... no one would ever win her heart...

Reign's form became even more erect as the owner having come to a stop in her motions, stood there, the balls of multi colored light faded away as her ice blue eyes were wide with surprise and shock as they were locked upon his covered face. For the first time in so many years of being calm and collective, a faint shedding of his mask began as through Reign's mind rang a single word... 'shit'.

So..."

As a single solitary red candle flickered in the background, the dragon stood there in the bedroom of black marble floor, walls, and ceiling as a dresser of mahogany wood stood nearby with many trinkets set upon it while a black metal dragon framed queen sized bed that held crimson sheets messed up in the form of some mangled nest. Posters of random animes hung all around as to the far left rested a door with an engraving of a dragon entwined with a Siberian tiger concealed a bathroom.

Right by the bedroom's shut door with a dragons engraving, Reign stood. With her back turned to him, the owner let out a deep sigh. "So... you've come back... so that must mean your 'master' has become aware once more." Her voice was cold and very dark as there was a hint in the air like a fire burning in the very room, her anger was not hidden at all. Reign though just stood there, not saying anything. The dragon gave a slow bitter laugh as she turning sharply, stared right at him. "You never talk anymore, you are never that bumbling fool I once knew. I highly doubt you even can remember your real name Almighty Reign." She spoke as Reign staring right at her saw it, deep within her eyes rested a very old sadness, a scar long since been covered over through time. Yet he remained silent as she staring at him, shook his head and with a heavy and weary sigh, looked onto him with serious eyes.

"Please tell me, why have demons become unleashed unto this world, I thought it was your job to keep such monstrosities in check." She spoke as her tail faintly flicked about behind her like a slightly annoyed feline. Reign didn't move, nor speak as he stared right at her. Never had he though to have seen her again... she ignoring his silence, went onward. "ten cities in Russia have fallen to the demons horde, eight in Europe, and from what my allies have told me, the castle of your master is under attack... so one question for you." With her clawed feet faintly clicking on the marble floor as she came forward, the dragon came to a stop only three feet from Reign making his concealed face look down at this petite being. Yet even though small, he felt and knew this woman very well, she was a force to reckon with, a fire that could never doused, that could never be tamed.

"Why are you here at my little hideaway then with your 'master' and his mate?"

as she had spoken, a few moments passed in utter silence as they both stared at each other. Her flicking of the tail showed her growing annoyance as she slowly drawing closer to Reign, her hands lifted up as she tempted to rise on her tiptoes... Reign in a fluid motion was about to lurch back, not allowing her hands to come any closer yet... his concealed eyes met hers fully making both him and her to freeze up.

A woman with tied up brown hair wearing gothic clothing ran laughing down a city sidewalk as a man with short unruly ebony hair raced after wearing the same type of slacks and a loose black shirt as the sun hung high above with a few white clouds. Laughter echoed around as they raced past bystanders who merely watched them with confused eyes. As he drew closer, arms flew out and wrapping around her form, both laughed hard as they came to a stop as he held her in a loving embrace. Yet as they turned and faced each other... the ground rumbled as the sky blazed red. With a loud cry the woman clung hard to his chest as he protectively embraced her, look around with harsh emerald eyes. Fire flew upon the huge skyscrapers, buildings caved in, humans screamed as they were burned alive... suddenly even the lovers were devoured by a huge wall of flame where within seconds... two beings emerged... one of a black dragon, another... a demonic Siberian tiger.

Covering her mouth as her scales began to combine once more into that of pale flesh, the woman turning sharply ran to the bathroom and throwing the door open, crashed to her knees and grabbing the toilet bowl, heaved violently as the last remnants of her dragon side ebbed away.

With a weak groan escaping his lips, Reign crashed to his own knees as his arms slowly linking around his body, held himself tightly to try a weak attempt of easing the trembling that had so violently come upon him. Groaning loudly, Reign found his left hand flying to his mouth as his stomach cramping, was ready to make its way out at full force. With cold sweat dripping down his face, reign the servant of Dracula, of Seaten, couldn't even fight to keep his stomach...

The woman emerged weakly from the bathroom upon stumbling feet, with her arm propped up on the dresser keeping her from falling, her sapphire eyes fell to the collapsed cloaked man who laid upon her floor as a clear pool of liquid rested beside his covered face. Her dragon sense of smell told her right away as to what laid beside him as he took ragged breaths. With a weary shaky breath, her worn eyes watched his body as her stomach cramped up. "A memory... a bloody... god damn... memory... that I... wanted to forget... Yeah, that's right..." with a weak bitter laugh, she closed her eyes as the clear tears brimmed them. "... I wanted to forget... to forget a life I long since lost... a memory that no longer is mine... I... I wanted to forget you!" opening her eyes she screamed the last five words to the fallen man as his body shook heavily.

The hot tears came fast as she biting her bottom lip, watched him through the blurry vision the tears granted her. "I... I..." falling hard to her knees, she clinging to the bathroom doorway, stared at him as memories of old flashed through her mind, her heart was torn painfully as she stared at him. Why? Why now?

"If..."

blinking she looked at him as she heard his very weak ragged voice. "If... you... wanted to... forget... then... why do... you have... a statue... of me... in that... cavern?" Reign spoke as violent coughs racked his chest making the man curl inward as if he had been kicked in the gut.

Hearing him, the woman sighing, looked down at the marble floor. She knew exactly why... with a loud sniff, she rising her free arm, rubbed her running nose on her arm. "because..." came her watery response... "I... didn't... want to... but you... did... you forgot... all about me..." she spoke as her voice became watery as the tears and aching sadness came back. "we... were.. .to be... married... to have a life... then the war... came... we fought... and you left... You left me to go work for that monster!!!!" wailing those words, the woman closed her eyes tightly as the sobs broke free from her aching chest, her nose becoming plugged as her head became stuffed up. All those years of that buried sorrow shattered as it all collapsed upon her shoulders making a dragon seem to become a full human with a broken heart and soul. "I... I thought you had died... so I moved on... but I never... could find love again... and then... I saw you.. I called out... you saw me... yet... you ignored me... you..." crying loudly, she braced her arms on the cold marble floor as she wept loudly.

The woman froze as a cold trembling hand encased the left side of her face. A touch that she had though to have forgotten... leaning into it, she kept her eyes shut as her sobs lessened yet remained. In silence but with the sound of clothes moving about, a strong arm wrapping around her back, pulled her from the doorframe and with his body sitting upon the floor, pulled the woman into his arms as her hands finding their way to his chest, buried her face within his embrace and muffled her sobbing within his thick black cloak that had covered his body. Resting his chin upon the top of her long tied back brown hair, his concealed eyes drew shut as he felt his own tears spill free.

"..."

"hmm?"

Reign heard her voice but not the words as he drawing his eyes open, looked down at her buried face within his cloak. With loud sniffs to try and clear her nasal passageways, a weak laugh left her lips and into his chest. Slowly pulling her face from his body, she looked down as her body trembled faintly under his strong hold.

"b... buttercup."

Blinking, he merely just stared at her, his exposed mouth hung open ever so slightly. For once in such a very long time, the demon lord and servant to the high lord, was befuddled. "beg... pardon?" his voice spoke in a near faint whisper as with another pathetic watery laugh and loud sniffle as she wiped her nose once more on her arm, pulling more away from his chest, her tear brimmed eyes stared up into his concealed ones as she wore a weak smile. "Buttercup... oh... come on... you've... forgotten that... as well?" she spoke with a waver in her words as she rising her hands up, gripped the sides of his hood while she tempted a inner battle of taming her out of control emotions. Reign rose his own hand to stop her, yet with a few seconds of frozen motion, he without a sound, lowered his arm once more onto her body as she smiling, pushed the hood back in a odd motion.

With a small groan passing his lips, Reign blinking his eyes, stared down at the woman with a set of golden yellow eyes like that of a feline as his long sleeked back black hair hung back with only a few tendrils hanging in his face. The face of a pretty boy long since molded into a handsome face of a man who carried war well. Rising her hand up, with a small smile growing, she stroked the side of his face, a face she thought to never see again. "Butter cup... you... when human... ate so many of those peanut buttercups, you... got sick... to your stomach... ever since... your friends and I... called you buttercup." She laughed as the tears once more brimmed her eyes.

Reign blinking, stared down at her and with a sigh, a faint smile fell upon his pale lips as he lifting his left hand from her back, took his thumb and gently rubbed the tears away. Yet as soon as he had... his eyes grew hard as a faint red glow blazed over his body, markings like that of a tiger glowed red upon his face as his golden eyes locked upon the sapphire of the woman in his arms whose eyes growing just as hard, watched him. "he needs help?" she hissed. Watching her carefully, Reign faintly nodded making her hands who gripping his chest, tightened to white knuckles. "Take me with you, I know he had sent you to get me, why else would you suddenly be here... besides... I have a few sharp words with that fucking 'master' of yours." She growled. Watching her still with a careful eye, Reign nodded... "As you so wish..."

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"Alucard!"

Seras running hard as her common jeans and red shirt were ragged, torn and soaked with blood with guns in each hand. Her crimson eyes were widened with fear as servants remains were falling from the sky with that of the attacking demons like a crimson rain storm. Fire roared savagely within the trees of the vampire's very lands as demons of both land and air swarmed in. those of be it human or the darkness who were willing to help, had come with weapons of many assortments to aid in the fighting within the very ruins of the city of London. Buildings crashed down sending plumes of dust and debris into the fowl air as the storm clouds gathered high above from the collection of such raw dark energies, blocking out any hint of the full moons glow. Bodies littered the streets as demons who taking a breather from the fighting feasted and ripped the remains apart. Streets ran red as bodies and remains dangled like morbid decorations from lamp posts and building ledges.

Seras running hard and fast, her chest aching with not the wear of exhaustion, but with that of agony and sorrow... His kingdom, her kingdom... was... fa-

Seras falling back hard screamed savagly as she drew forth her dark coil of power as the wall of black lunged from no where right onto her very form swallowing the undead queen whole and silencing her scream as fast as it had provoked it.

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The wailing of screams, agony, pain and suffering were heard all around as the demons like a thick plague continued to pour from the sky. Everyone fought... Alexial was beside Yuki as they faced off demons who had flown into the courtyard that was concealed within the castle's embrace, both lathered in blood and wounds. Alexial stumbling back hard held her hand to her torn right side trying to keep her innards from sloshing out. Taking ragged breaths, her other hand barely held a good grip on the blade she was wielding. Yuki falling beside her as his entire left wing was ravaged to nothing but a bloody stump, watched her with very worn eyes. "go inside and hide yourself, I had sworn to Lady Zuranna that I would keep you safe." He rasped as his eyes flew to the sky as a new wave of demons was approaching fast. He knew the servants of this castle were near diminished to nothing but dust.

"No..."

blinking he looked over to her as she removing her hand from her side showed nothing more but red bloody marks on her side. With her eyes going hard as she also stared to the new wave of demons, "I also promised Lady Seras that I would help, so... I'm going to fuckin help." She growled as she rose the blade up allowing a few droplets of blood to fly off. She was enraged by the lack of being able to go dragon when her parents could do such so easily. Yuki sighing, nodded as he gripping two katanas in his hands, stared to the demons as well. Even if the battle may become one sided and futile... he would not die without taking a few of these demons with.

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Landing hard, the bat demon looked wearily about as he stalked the forest borderline of Dracula's castle. The guardians were all destroyed or in battle in this sector of the land. With his red eyes glancing around, he slowly began to stalk through the bush lathered land on his legs and wing joints. Unscathed having snuck through the warring demons and guardians, the bat demon rising his mutated muzzle into the air, took a few deep breaths. Blood was all around, nearly all scents were blocked out by the delicious scent. A heavy stench of the fresh blood filled his lungs making his demonic eyes snap over to a fallen form cloaked in shadows. Decay, death... saliva dripped from his parted jaws as he slipped through the shrubs making very little noise as he headed for it. He was given a job, a mission, to find the queen of Dracula... The undead had told him she was strong, but very easy to manipulate... very easy to win her trust, just beware her husband, the king of all undead.

He knew his careful plans, but... that meat looked so tender, even if it was one of his own kind. Upon drawing to the very body, his wings and claws sank into the murky land by an inch from the crimson life that had soaked into this land. Mangled joints hung precariously on the body in ways when in life, should have never been. Finding the head to this body, the bat knew it was one of his own, and how it had been killed. Seeing the ripped open throat and torn muscles just dangling out ready to be consumed. Licking his jaws the demon's eyes narrowed with hungry glee. The queen could wait a bit longer, if she was as gullible as he was told, she was no problem... parting his jaws to go for the mangled blood lathered flesh and innards, the demon closed his eyes halfway as he stared to the mangled unrecognizable face of the demon who had fallen. The demon's flesh was not going to waste.. or so it seemed.

A muffled screech flew into the air making the bat demon's eyes fly wide open as he realizing that screech was his own, stared down his muzzle as with both sight and feeling, saw the black shifting claws cling so tightly to his muzzle, his flesh began to tear as his own blood began to slip through the cracks of the black claws. Digging his claws into the moist ground of blood and mud, the bat demon began to pull back savagely, his wide eyes torn with terror, looked to the carcass as from the chest cavity the arm and claws had emerged as if molded with this dead demon that laid before him. Two of the five claws rose up from his muzzle and with jagged claws readied... even though muzzle, his pain filled scream roared forth as the claws had shattered the bone in his muzzle and the claws having penetrated through the roof of his mouth, scraped his tongue spilling blood into his jaws as the grip on his muzzle tightened even more.

With a defiant roar, the bat digging his claws into the ground and his eyes on the carcass with the black limb... he pulled back yet as he did... with the sound of frost covered grass being crushed under a heavy weight... his eyes grew wider as the black arm still holding his muzzle followed him yet... a larger mass attached to the other end of the arm began to be pulled from the chest cavity of the fallen demon as it seemed to curl in on itself from the outside. Suddenly, with a blink of his eyes, the demon began to struggle even more wildly as realization hit him hard and fast... and too late.

An illusion!!!

A dark chuckle echoed viciously all around the woods as the ebony mass began to take on a form as the claws dug deeper into the bat's muzzle making more of his moist blood to slosh out. With terror in his eyes, the demon flailed his wings with a final attempt to take into the air. With a snap of the black mass, another clawed arm lashed out and grabbing forth the right wing viciously, bones groaned and snapped as the bat screaming crashed hard to the ground and laying upon his back with terrified red eyes staring forward and up, the demon weakly watched as the mass rose up and took a human like form. The demon's mind raced wildly... This was not part of Dracula's defenses!

That wicked laughter was once more upon his soul and the woodlands as it grew even louder to deafen his racing heart. "No... it's not." Sneered a deep man's voice as upon the head of the human like black mass, eight red eyes suddenly blazed open as a vicious cruel smile baring his fangs, hung on the forms face. The bat demon's eyes pulled from the savage eight as he heard and saw them coating the trees in their black bodies... bats. Hundreds if not thousands. Blinking, his eyes went back onto the form before him as the terror set in, his body became numb as his heart thumped painfully within his chest. Seeing the realization hit home, the black mass chuckled deeply as his body began to solidify and form. Removing his left clawed hand from the busted up wing joint of the demon, he slinked his claws so gracefully over the demons fast rising and falling chest, coming to a stop at the very center of his racing cavity.

The demon's eyes suddenly went wide as the claws falling from his muzzle, throwing his head back ,the demonic bat uttered a shrill scream that tore through the nights air like a freshly sharpened knife... yet as soon as the screech was emitted, it was swiftly silenced.

With a wicked chuckle rumbling through his chest, Alucard stood there erect and shoulders pulled back as within his blood lathered hand hung a bleeding heart as it gave its final defiant pulse. With a gurgling watery groan leaving his parted jaws, the bat demon's glazed eyes stared at the first undead as he crashed to the ground hard making the already mangled bones grind and shoot out of his flesh.

With his crimson eyes dancing, Alucard wearing his signature sneer slowly curled his fingers in and within seconds the hearts remains slipped through his fingers as a heavy amount of fresh demon blood spilled out and dripped down his wrist. Turning his hand over the heart fell from his hand as with a feral screech... tree branches fell away violebntly as with torn learthy wings drawn forth, the wurm demon attacked with full fury.

Alucard unphased, smiled cruelly to the wurm as he not even rising his arms, his shoulder tore away from his body with the sound of grinding bones and with eight eyes forming on the black mass, a huge demonic canine's head lashed out taking forth the throat and jugular veins of the wurm making the demon give a doomed cry as it barely missing Alucard's head with its outstretched talons, crashed behind Alucard sending branches and debris all around.

The bloody canine's muzzle slipped back into Alucard's form as he lathered in black leather clothing of bondage straps. His cruel sneer did not leave his pale lips as he headed forth from the forests protective hold. With his queen safely tucked away in the deep heart of his fortress, Alucard walked as the bats with gleaming red eyes all began to screech and flutter from the branches they had roosted on awaiting for their master's next move.

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Yuki felt the airs change as he fell back beside the blood soaked Alexial. Seeing his worried eyes, the daughter of Zuranna watched him weakly. "Yuki?" she whispered, his body jumping, the winged man looking to her swallowed uneasily. "We must go... now... back inside the castle!" he spoke in a hurried tone as he grabbing her upper left arm, began to pull them towards the nearest doorway from the courtyard. Alexial growling eyed the air as more demons seeing them retreat thought of victory as they began to dive yet... Blinking Alexial crying out, pushed back hard into Yuki's side allowing him to throw them hard into the castle's doorway and rising swiftly from her fallen form, the winged servant of the very first undead king, slammed the door shut as the night sky outside blazed a blood red.

Falling back hard, Yuki hanging his wings weakly on his back, sat down hard beside Alexial as she stilling sitting their slightly in a sprawled manner, watched the door as she heard the muffled agonizing screams of the demon outside. "Wha... what just happened?" her voice was barely audible as Yuki sighing heavily, stared at her with a lost look. "It's Lord Dracula... he has finally... returned... to the castle..." his last few words fading as his gaze lifted off of Alexial, she blinking, turned her head to the left and went rigid as they saw them...

With a wicked sneer, a tall man wearing a think black cloak stood behind the bloody Seras as she in a pose of mid step was frozen. Her crimson eyes wide as a small tendril of blood slipped from her soft lips as within the center on her chest... a spear with jagged blades hung out lathered in her spilled blood as well as bits of her clothing and flesh.

"NO!!!!"

Alexial screamed the words as she struggled against Yuki who having grabbed hold of the woman, pushed them back further as the man who holding the rune lathered spear began to outright laugh as blazing runes of red light slowly began to form on Seras's body be it upon the clothing or her bare flesh.

"The Queen of Dracula has fallen!!!"

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Me: (sighs) I can't help it, she is just... so easy... blah... again, no worries, I do not intend to keep Seras in the condition I have placed her in, so please, no flames or angry reviews quite yet, I do also intend to put up the next chapter much, MUCH sooner then this one.

Reign: ...

Me: (blinks) Buttercup?

Reign: ...