So sorry I haven't updated. Ok so I have no excuse, but since I've made you wait so long I'd better shut up and get on with the chapter…. (Please review I'm starving for them!)
This chapter was rushed and hadn't been edited so I'm not expecting a lot of positive comments but whatever
Rising Feeling
Sometimes I really wondered about Master, why he was so animalistic and cruel yet mysterious and composed. I did fear him, who wouldn't with his blood red eyes staring savagely down the barrel of a flawless pistol, gazing at his prey with an almost blissful pleasure.
Still the part of him, a part that I had learned to love and respect sat on the forefront of my mind. The King of Vampires, noble and birth and blood and an aged teacher who had conquered even time.
I didn't hate him. I didn't even really wanted to leave. I just wanted respect and love, something that had never been forthcoming
(Sera's POV)
Flashback (last mission)
Master. Master? Master!
I had been abandoned. The truth hadn't sunk in yet though I'm sure it would soon. Cradling my head, I starred down that the pool of blood that had gathered around me.
Hours before Master had assigned me the duty of killing an escaping vampire. Still despite my pathetic desperation to prove to him my worth, I couldn't bring myself to kill a child. Her soft, innocent blue eyes, the exact shade mine use to be, held me there like on a marionette.
I had hesitated, hand shaking violently as I applied pressure the trigger. The girls face lit up in a ghostly mask of realization and horror.
No! My mind shut off the gruesome moments of blood, masters furious voice, and the look in that little girls eyes haunting me, silently taunting my submissiveness.
I did want this, did I? Killing without a defendable reason, targeting the innocent and helpless, killing what was left of my humanity.
No that wasn't right I had no more humanity, all was taken on that faithful day. I had sold my sold and however I denied it I was no longer human.
Before I could continue my self pity, the torturous rays of sunlight broke though the flimsy wood shelter. The beams of heat reflected on my skin, I could only huddle tighter underneath my cloak, praying it was all a dream, a nightmare.
Suddenly, as swift as the light had come, it was gone. Startled, I spun around to find a tall figure silhouetted there, blocking me from the torturous light.
Blinking away exhaustion, I edged farther from the blurry outline. What did it want? Is it dangerous?
As if the figure could read my thoughts, the shape moved closer, revealing a man in a dark, velvet cloak.
"I have not come to harm you, young one." The dark, rich tone melting like chocolate off his tongue.
Not reassured by his statement I gingerly lifted myself of the floor and asked cautiously, "when why are you here."
"I've seen your distress, having to fight what is not your battle and kill what is not your foe. Your tired of all this death and wish to regain your humanity."
I starred, transfixed. He has right I did want what was taken from me, but that was impossible.
"What do you mean? How can I regain my humanity?"
The stranger smiled, resembling a wolf about to tear into it's prey.
"Do you not long to walk in the sun, resist the smell of blood so may interact with humans as easily as I do with you. Do you not want love and companionship like every being on earth?"
My heart froze. I did want these things, to be normal and accepted. He had read me deeper than anyone. I closed my eyes, still not able to see how it could become reality.
"Come with me young one."
I looked up startled.
"I can make your dreams a reality. I can break the blood bond better you and your current master. I can make you free."
Jaws half open, I hesitantly approached him.
"Yes young one, good. I will give you a free life, all you have to do is come with me."
Flashback
(Dracula's rein)
Blood painted the ground in a sea of red. Corpses hanged limply of poles, their sunken eyes blank and clouded.
A lone man walked though the gory scene unfazed.
His name was Michel Roseancope, a French priest who had traveled here to pray from the dead and dying. Tall and weathered he lowered his head, begging god for safe passage of the fallen souls.
A cold mist swept though the ground and the old priest turned, staring out into the dark undergrowth beyond.
"Who's there" croaked the missionary.
"Your trespassing on my lands, I think you know that penalty for such an offence." Hissed an ominous voice like a snake drawing his victims closer.
"Dear sir, I'm sorry however these men desire a place in heaven. Please excuse my intruding but I will not be long."
A laugh rang out, making the atmosphere even more dense and frigid.
"You've done it now priest, I was just going to suck you dry but now I think I'll have some fun!"
In a blink of an eye the creature was on him, fangs tearing viciously at his flesh, ripping though bone and life.
The man's screams ran out; begging, pleading but no mercy was given. In the end all that remained was the man's lifeless and bled out corpse.
Alucard wiped his mouth smugly.
"That will teach you priest not to intrude on what is mine."
With that the King of Vampires disappeared.
What he didn't notice was that the blood around the priest's corpse had dried out.
I know not long but it's 12 pm and I'm tired. It's really crappy but I do owe you guys after all the time I've missed. So you might be wondered:
Will I continue this story and account:
Yes but updates will come rather slowly (they'll come faster if you review!)
Bye for now
