"Let me out! I wanna be the one to kill Whitebeard!"
"Yeah! Let us out too!"
"Shut up!"
As Ivankov used a Death Wink to silence a bunch of rowdy Level Six prisoners, the Okama Queen inadvertently disturbed the sleep of one of the inmates in the back. He was a handsome man, looked no older than twenty. He had tanned skin, despite being in the very depths of the infamous prison. He was also quite muscular, but had a fairly slim body. Compared to many of the inmates, he looked a bit... unimpressive. Almost harmless. It was hard to believe he was a Level Six inmate.
He opened one of his blood red eyes to see what disturbed his sleep. He saw the infamous revolutionary leader, Ivankov; the ex Warlord, Sir Crocodile; another Warlord, Jinbei; and a young boy wearing a Straw Hat. Finding no interest in any of them, the young man just closed his eyes, and went back to sleep. He dreamed of the good old days... before he was imprisoned.
"Captain Vlad! We've spotted the Oro Jackson!"
"Roger, huh? Intercept him. He usually has something interesting on that ship of his."
"Sir!"
As the ship collided with the Oro Jackson, the pirate Captain known as Vlad jumped onto the enemy ship. "Been quite some time, Roger."
"Hello, Vlad." Before the captain stood the future King of the Pirates, Gol D. Roger, his usual smile on his face. "I'm glad I got to see you again."
Roger always said that to him, but something about it seemed different. Vlad took a few whiffs, and looked displeased. "So... it's gotten worse, has it?"
"Yeah. I don't have much time. Might be the last time you and I get to dance like this."
Vlad just stared at the man before puncturing his palm and creating a sword of blood. "Then I better make this count. If I remember correctly, it's twenty-five wins, sixty-nine ties, and twenty-five losses, correct?"
Roger drew his own sword. "Yeah. Completely tied. Better brake that, huh?"
The two captains then began to duel. The clashes between their swords shook the ocean, and even split the skies. The two were greatly enjoying themselves, not even realizing that their own crews were fighting one another. "CAPTAIN VLAD!"
Vlad never took his eyes off of Roger. "What?"
"IT'S NEWGATE!"
Vlad's expression didn't change at first. Then, a smirk appeared. "How interesting. My record with him is tied as well. Guess I can take both of you down at once."
Roger gave a hearty laugh. "You always were a crazy one, Vlad. And you wonder why the Government is calling you the Bloody Devil. You're as crazy as one!"
"Got a complaint, old friend?"
"Nope." The two then began to continue their duel, as the Moby Dick got closer.
"Oi, Roger! It looks like you're having a good time with Vlad!"
"Would you like to join in, Newgate?! Vlad thinks he can take us both on!"
"And I'm about to prove it."
"Heh, stubborn bastard. Don't think just because you're older than us that you're better than us!"
"Then show me, boy!"
"Gladly!" Edward Newgate, the man who would one day be known as Whitebeard, the Strongest Man in the World, jumped from his great ship onto the Oro Jackson. He dueled against Roger and Vlad, and the three started an awesome battle... that was sadly erased from history. Their battle caused many storms, thunder claps, and even hurricanes, but all three didn't care. They were too busy enjoying one hell of a fight. However, as the fight progressed, it was obvious... that Vlad was losing.
The combined forces of the Roger Pirates and the Newgate Pirates, the future members of the legendary Whitebeard Pirates, was too much for even the infamous Bloody Pirates. Many of the members lost their lives, until Vlad was all that was left. Then, it was time for his defeat. The combined strength of Roger and Whitebeard was too great for him. He could tell his defeat was close... when he saw Roger cry. Guess it really would be their last fight. Roger ran up to Vlad, and slashed him into the air.
As Vlad stayed afloat in the air, he saw Newgate in a strange stance. "Vlad! This is the first time I have ever used this power! . . . It's been an honor, and I'm glad you were the first person I got to use this on!" As Vlad fell, he saw a strange power surround Newgate's fist. Then, that fist smashed into his side. Vlad literally watched the air around him shatter. It felt like he was punched with the force of an earthquake. The punch sent the captain flying into his ship. His body was like a cannonball, destroying his once proud ship.
As he sat on the floor of the crumbling ship, he watched as the Oro Jackson and the Moby Dick sailed away. As he watched them disappear into the horizon, he couldn't stop the smile on his face. It was his loss. Guess even he couldn't take those two on at once. He was in so much pain. His organs were pretty much destroyed. He could feel himself bleeding internally. To fix that, he controlled his blood. He was willing it to quicken his body's natural healing, already repairing the damage. This was really easy for him to do, since he ate the Blood-Blood Fruit.
A Paramecia that gave him complete and total control over his blood. It also made him into a pseudo-vampire. He was fortunate enough to be born with AB+ blood, so he can drink the blood of anyone, and use their blood to heal him. If he finds someone with AB+ blood, and it's healthy and young, he can completely exchange his blood for theirs, making a youth a literal Fountain of Youth for him. This ability made him practically immortal. He also found a way to control someone using his own blood. One drop is all that is required. One cut, one scratch, or even so much as one touch from any of his blood weapons would infect someone, and he'd be able to make them into his puppet. Since he's AB+, his blood is very dangerous to anyone who doesn't have the exact same blood type. The unfortunate victim's body would completely reject Vlad's blood, and cause the host to suffer unimaginable pain, sometimes even causing death.
Vlad also found brutal ways to execute his enemies this way. He can make his enemies' blood turn to needles, and impale them from the inside out. He can make their blood cells swell like balloons, and make their bodies explode like a water balloon. The most terrifying aspect is that the more blood Vlad comes in contact with, the more powerful he becomes. If he cuts one enemy, and uses their blood to cut the other, the pattern would continue until everyone around him was his puppet. Only men with extraordinarily strong wills, like Roger and Whitebeard, could resist. Anyone else would either become a puppet, or fuel. Vlad once killed enough men to create a giant made of blood, and used it to destroy a fleet of Navy ships.
He truly was a Bloody Devil. An absolute monster. Yet, even his power had limits. Creating that giant taxed him so much, he slept for weeks. His healing ability was also taxing. By the time he was done, and out of the red zone, he immediately fell asleep. During his sleep, he heard the sound of boots hitting the floor of his destroyed ship, and the sound of voices.
"T-That's Vlad Tepes, the Bloody Devil!"
"What's he doing here?! . . . He looks like shit."
"Reports indicate that the Oro Jackson and Moby Dick were fleeing the vicinity."
"You mean this bastard fought both Roger and Newgate at once?! He's nuts!"
"And yet he's still alive. He's still breathing. Cuff him and take him to Impel Down."
"Tch. Like that place is gonna hold a monster like that. Bet he can break out of even Level Five."
"Then place him in the new Level Six. I don't think even he will be able to escape from there."
That was the last thing Vlad had heard. The next thing he knew, he was in a dark cage, with seastone cuffs around his wrist and ankles. It severely weakened him, but he could still feel his powers.
"Well, well. Aren't you a pretty one."
Vlad looked up to see an ugly and obese man. He had a lecherous look on his face. Vlad sniffed the air around him. "Well, isn't this convenient. You're younger than me."
"Heh. Liar. I'm twenty-eight, and I don't look nearly as good as you. And damn do you look good." The man licked his lips.
Vlad continued to sniff the air. "You're AB+, like I am." The man looked confused. His eyes were wondering how this kid knew his blood type. "And what's more curious, despite your appearance and physique, you're quite healthy. What a kind gift." Before the man knew what happened, Vlad rushed before him in the blink of an eye.
The man felt fear when he looked into Vlad's eyes. They were the eyes of a hungry devil. Then, the man felt like his body was being drained, and then filled with something else. It felt disgusting. When he felt Vlad release him, he looked at his hands. They were wrinkled and looked so brittle. He touched his face to discover that his face was saggy and wrinkle. He heard the sound of dripping, and looked behind him to see a puddle. He struggled to drag his body over towards the puddle. When he looked, he was horrified to see that he looked like a man in his late eighties.
"Thank you for the meal."
The man looked behind him to see the man he would try to have his way with. He looked even younger than before. At first, he looked like he was in his late twenties, now he looks like a damned teenager. The man wanted to yell, but he couldn't. He couldn't do anything. His body was too weak. Then, he felt nothing. The man fell to the cold floor, dead from an aged body. Vlad just stared at the body, before sitting down and sleeping in a corner. That was over forty years ago.
"Zehahahaha! So you think you bastards are gonna spend the rest of your lives in here, huh?!" A loud voice woke Vlad from his dream. He opened up an eye to see an obese man with four other men at his side. "Well, how 'bout this?! Start fighting! Those of you left will get to sail out of here with me!"
This caused an uproar in all of the cells. The inmates started to fight, even in Vlad's cell. However, he didn't care in the least. He had no intention of ever being a pirate ever again, let alone be someone's underling. Even in the depths of Level Six, the death of Roger reached him. With his death, he saw no reason to continue sailing if the only person who could bring any excitement in his life was dead.
None of the inmates tried to attack him. Some of the newer ones saw no reason to attack a sleeping loser, but ones who have actually gotten to know Level Six knew that he was the absolute last person they would want to fight. Eventually, Vlad heard nothing. It seems the fighting was over.
He opened his eyes to see that the door was wide open. Having been bored of Impel Down, he followed the crowd of escaping inmates. He walked at his own pace while they ran like bats out of hell. As he walked, he caught the sent of blood. As he continued to walk, he found the source of the sent.
Magellan, the warden of Impel Down, was lying on his back in a pool of his own blood. The left side of his face had a huge cut on it. He was wheezing, struggling to breath. He was practically at Death's Door. Even in that state, he was still able to look up, and was shocked by what he saw. He actually coughed up a bit of blood. "No. Not you. Anyone, but you." Vlad just looked down at the Warden, who was struggling to at least move a finger. As he did this, Vlad could feel more of Magellan's blood vessels rupture from the intense strain he was putting on his body. He was killing himself. "I don't care who else leaves this place. I need to make sure you of all people don't leave this place."
Vlad just continued to look down at the warden, his eyes completely unreadable. Magellan felt his blood run cold when he saw the Bloody Devil reach his hand towards him. Magellan thought Vlad was going to going to kill him using one of those nightmarish blood techniques. Magellan closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable touch of death. He felt Vlad's hand, but he didn't feel pain. He was still breathing. He was still alive. But he did feel something. He felt... better?
That's when he realized it. Vlad was healing him. He was controlling Magellan's blood, making it hasten his body's natural healing process. His ruptured organs were being repaired, along with his previously destroyed blood vessels. When Vlad removed his hand, Magellan felt like he was strong enough to at least stand, but he still had no strength to fight. He couldn't even activate his Devil Fruit powers. He looked at his healed body before looking at a slowly retreating Vlad. His confusion quickly turned to rage. "WHY DID YOU HELP ME?!" Vlad didn't stop walking. "IS THIS SUPPOSED TO BE YOUR PITY?!"
"I guess you could call it that." Magellan was caught off guard. "I healed you just because I could. Nothing more, nothing less. Don't try to overthink it, kid."
Magellan just stared at the ex-pirate in astonishment, before growling. "DON'T EXPECT ME TO THANK YOU!"
"I don't."
"THIS ISN'T OVER, TEPES! THE GOVERNMENT WILL NEVER LET A MAN AS DANGEROUS AS YOU RUN FREELY! YOU WILL BE HUNTED! YOU WILL BE BROUGHT BACK TO IMPEL DOWN!"
Vlad just waved back. "Keep telling yourself that, kid. If they do send someone, tell them I wish them good luck. Enjoy the rest of your day, boy."
Magellan watched as the Bloody Devil disappeared into the darkness. As he continued to growl at the direction, he fell to his knees in shame. He felt tears flow from his eyes. He had failed at his duties as the Warden. Not only did he allow Level Six inmates to escape, he allowed the most dangerous man since Gold Roger to not only leave freely... but to actually save his life. Magellan wished he had a knife or sword. He so desperately wanted to commit seppuku. Instead, all he could do was scream in absolute anguish, a sound that not only shook Impel Down, but caused many of the inmates and even prison guards to shake in fear.
"Damn. That boy can scream." Vlad looked up into the sky. "It's been so long. It's still as beautiful as I remember." He took a deep breath. "And the air is just as clean and salty as ever. How I've missed this."
Vlad looked around. It seems many of the ships have already been taken, and by brutal force. There were so many bloody corpses an the pier. These marines tried their hardest to prevent their escape, but they were brutally outmatched. There wasn't a single Level Six corpse to be seen. Vlad walked through the path of death, relishing in the feeling of blood on his feet again. Every step literally made him stronger and stronger, absorbing the power of these poor, unfortunate souls.
Absorbing blood has another useful ability. He can see their memories, and know what they know. Some of these men knew an interesting set of skills. The Six Powers. Only two of them caught his attention. The Finger Pistol and the Tempest Kick. He didn't need Moonwalk. He had a skill that already helped him fly. If he hardened his blood and used Armament Haki, he had his own Iron Body. If he doped on his own blood, he could be faster than the Shave technique. Observation Haki was far more advance than Paper Art could ever be. The Finger Pistol had potential. Piercing his enemies with his finger, especially one covered with his own blood, would be quite useful. Tempest Kick could be a useful attack for long-range combat. It seems the World Government has improved quite a bit since his imprisonment.
Vlad saw one ship. It was the last one. He was honestly surprised it was still here. He expected all of the ships to be gone by now. As he got closer, he could smell blood. Freshly spilled blood, and more was being released.
Vlad walked up the plank in time to see a man gut a marine with his bare hands. The man was laughing as he did it. As Vlad stepped on a creaky floor board, the man turned around. Despite being covered in blood, he was quite handsome. He had ice-blue hair and eyes, deathly pale white skin, and a muscular body. He had a vicious smile, which allowed Vlad to see his well defined canines. They looked like the fangs of a wolf. "Well, well. Looks like I've got a fresh one." The man prepared for a fight.
Vlad sensed great power from this man. It was obvious he was also a Level Six inmate. "Shouldn't you be trying to leave?"
"Heh, I can do that later. I'd rather fight first."
"Even though you can't go all out?" Vlad knew it. He could smell a Devil Fruit power coursing through this man's blood. The sea prism cuffs on his wrists barely dampened the scent.
"Huh? How can you tell?"
"I have my ways."
"Hm. Well, it doesn't matter. I'm still gonna beat the life outta ya!" The man then charged at Vlad. To any normal man, he'd look like a blur. But Vlad as fought the likes of Roger. This man might as well be moving in slow motion. Vlad easily grabbed the man's arm, and slammed him onto the deck. The man stared at Vlad with shock. "Whoa! Who the hell are you?"
"Vlad. Vlad Tepes."
"Vlad, huh?" The man gave a feral smirk before jumping back to his feet. "Name's Hoarfen. Tell that to the Devil after I send ya to him." Hoarfen tried to attack Vlad with a barrage of slashes from his sharp, claw-like fingernails; but Vlad was able to dodge all of them and even land a palm strike that sent Hoarfen skidding across the deck. He placed his hand over the wound, and looked up at Vlad with a look of pain. "Damn, you're good. I really should go all out against you. Wish I could."
"I can arrange that." Vlad then appeared behind Hoarfen, and grabbed his collar. Using his powers, Vlad created two wings of blood, using the spilled red fluid around him. Before Hoarfen knew what was happening, he saw that he was flying through the sky at breakneck speeds. He actually screamed in excitement. It was that awesome.
In about ten minutes, Hoarfen was dropped on his butt. He looked around to see his was on what looked like a deserted island. Then, he heard something hit the sand. He saw that it was his cuffs. He felt his power return to him almost immediately. He looked behind him to see Vlad standing with his arms crossed. "Well, that was fun." Hoarfen stood tall, cracking his knuckles. "But you're gonna regret doing that."
"And why is that?"
Hoarfen gave a feral smile. "'Cause I ate the Dog-Dog Fruit, Mythical Type: ICE WOLF!" Hoarfen started to transform. Vlad looked down to see the ground was starting to freeze. He also noticed the sky was getting cloudy, and a large shadow appeared over him. He looked up to see a colossal ice wolf snarling at him. He had fought giants in his day, but this wolf was even bigger than an Elbaf giant. Though it was intimidating, it was also beautiful. The majestic form of the wolf, with fur as blue as ice, sparkling like a diamond, with teeth as white as snow. Vlad felt no fear as he stared at the great beast. He was studying the giant predator. Hoarfen licked his lips as he stared hungrily at Vlad. "Thanks for the grub."
Hoarfen charged at Vlad with lightning speed. Speed that a beast that size has no right having. Hoarfen chomped the area Vlad was at, and looked at his work. There was nothing there. He didn't taste anything either. He just assumed he ate the small man in one gulp by accident.
"Up here."
Hoarfen looked up in shock in time to see Vlad falling towards him. Hoarfen swore he saw blood covering one of Vlad's legs. In a split second, Vlad slammed a heel kick right between Hoarfen's eyes. His eyes rolled back into his head, and his body was smashed into the ground. Only one other person has beaten him this badly before. As Hoarfen fell into unconsciousness, he thoughts went to his ex-captain, Kaido.
Hoarfen was awakened with a splash of water. He sputtered as he jumped up from the rude awakening. He looked around to see he was on what looked like a snow island.
"Good morning."
Hoarfen looked over to see Vlad leaning against a tree with his arms crossed, but Hoarfen noticed something different about him. He wasn't wearing the prison uniform. Instead, he was wearing a blood red collared shirt, blue jeans, finger-less black gloves, and a pair of combat boots. Hoarfen also noticed Vlad was wearing a gold cross necklace. Was he religious or something, or was it just to make him look cool?
Hoarfen looked down at himself. He noticed that he wasn't wearing the uniform either. He was also wearing a collard shirt, except his was as blue as his hair. His jeans were black, with a rip on it's left knee. He was also wearing combat boots. Unlike Vlad, he wasn't wearing gloves or any accessories, but he still approved of his new look. "Where'd you get the nice threads?"
"The men over there were kind enough to donate theirs. Said the clothes we were wearing were no good. Made us look too much like criminals."
Hoarfen looked towards the direction Vlad was looking at. He saw... a massacre. The men were obviously pirates. You could tell just by looking at them. Well, at what was left of their faces anyway. All that was left were pools of blood, and body parts scattered around the trees. Some of the arms and legs were missing toes and fingers. Hoarfen actually saw some crows eating the missing digits. The decapitated heads all had a look of horror and dread, as if they were killed by the Devil himself. Some of their faces were so torn up, that you could see their skulls, and even their brains. It was such a gory and nightmarish sight. Hoarfen whistled at the sight, impressed by what he saw. "Damn, you're brutal. You're one scary bastard, you know that?"
"You have no idea."
"Seriously, how long were you in Level Six? You must have been the head honcho or something."
"Too long. Let's just leave it at that."
"I hear ya. I've only been in that snore fest for less than a year, and it's ten years too much." That explained so much. No wonder this boy challenged Vlad so readily. Anyone who has spent a good amount of time in Level Six knew that fighting Vlad is undoubtedly a death sentence. Yet, when Vlad looked into Hoarfen's eyes, somehow he knew... that he would have challenged him regardless. Vlad already liked the boy.
Vlad was taken out of his thoughts when he heard Hoarfen's stomach growl. "Ugh, I'm so hungry." Hoarfen looked towards the corpses. "Mind if I eat those?"
"Yes. Those are for the animals. If you eat anyone, it's going be a fresh kill that you yourself caught. Understand?"
Hoarfen was actually surprised this guy gave him permission to eat anyone at all. He expected Vlad to freak out when he found out Hoarfen was a cannibal. But, then again, Vlad was obviously a remorseless killer. He seriously liked this guy. "Yeah. Fresh kills taste better anyway. So, what are we gonna do?"
"We? You want to travel with me?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"'Cause you're strong." Vlad raised an eyebrow at the answer. "And wherever the strong go, excitement is always bound to follow. If I stick with you, I'm sure I can raise all kinds of hell." Vlad just stared at the man. "And don't even try to so 'no'. I'd follow you, whether you like it or not."
Vlad just stared at the man before walking away. "Do as you please."
"I plan on it. So where the hell are you going."
Vlad held out a large bag that was obviously filled with treasure. "Our sponsors were kind enough to give me some spending money. I'm going to see if that town up ahead has anything decent to eat."
"Sounds like a plan, I guess. Though, I'd much rather just kill and eat then pay and eat."
"I have no desire to attract the attention of the Navy this early."
"Fair enough."
The two found the town Vlad was talking about, and sat at a small coffee shop. Vlad ordered a cup of coffee, while Hoarfen asked for a rare steak. Vlad noticed a flock of carrier birds flying towards the town. If his wanted poster was among the news, he'd have to slaughter everyone in the small village. He caught one of the falling newspapers, and began to read as he drank his coffee. The front page was quite interesting. It actually hurt him a bit. First, Roger died. Now he found out about Newgate. That his old rival, who was called Whitebeard, has-
"Died!" Vlad looked up to see a cheering villager.
"That means the Whitebeard Pirates are finished too!"
A man was hugging a woman happily. "The war is over now!"
The woman looked up at the man happily. "Now we can live in peace."
"AW, DAMMIT!" The cheering villagers looked at a fuming Hoarfen. "I wanted to kill the old geezer. He's the reason I was thrown into Impel Down in the first place." The joy of the villagers turned to fear after hearing that. They watched as the man took a huge bite out of his meat. "Aw, whatever. Least I can go crazy on one of his islands now that he's dead. Yo, Vlad! Wanna help me slaughter these people?"
The villagers looked towards where the man was directing his question, and were surprised to see an extraordinarily handsome man. However, one of the village elders fell back in fear. "No. Impossible. It can't be him. The Bloody Devil is dead."
Now the villagers were really scared. They all looked at the man as he placed his coffee back onto the table. "No." They felt slightly relieved. "You can slaughter all of them yourself. Kill to your heart's content, Hoarfen."
Now the villagers were beyond terrified. Hoarfen was a fairly new name, but he had a bloody legacy. He was a high ranking member of Kaido's crew, and was thought to be the next Calamity. He was known as the Great Eraser, since nothing was left behind of the villages he attacked. Food, houses, plants, and even the bodies of his victims were all "erased" wherever he went. The villagers felt like they were staring at Death himself when they saw Hoarfen's glowing blue eyes. "Yay. I'm gonna love traveling with you, Vlad."
Hoarfen began to transform, but this time into his hybrid form. He looked like a werewolf. He even released an ear-splitting howl that actually broke many of the glasses and windows. Vlad created a barrier with his blood to defend against the sound wave. He never looked up from his newspaper, but he could still sense and hear the entire scene.
The towns people tried to run, but most barely got three steps away before being either impaled by Hoarfen's claws or just had their necks torn off by his fangs. The most unfortunate victims had their limbs torn off. Some were even split perfectly in half.
Vlad had to move his coffee cup to avoid any flying body parts from hitting it. He didn't mind the blood spilling on him, but he wasn't about to let his tasty coffee go to waste. Then, he heard a heavy thud land near him. He looked down to see the torso of the young woman who was hugging the young man before. Hoarfen completely ripped her legs off, and the poor girl was still alive.
"Why?" Vlad just stared at her, eyes completely devoid of sympathy. "Whitebeard died. We were supposed to finally live in peace."
"Didn't you live in peace before?"
"How is living in fear a peaceful life?"
"Fear? So Whitebeard demanded payment from you?" The girl was silent, but still alive. "Did he demand treasure?" Silence. "Did he demand food?" Silence. "Did he demand your women?" Silence. "Did he demand anything from you?" The girl was silent... until she started to cry.
"No. He just said our island was under his territory."
"And were you ever attacked by other pirates?"
"No."
"Has anyone been killed or stolen while this island was under his protection?"
"No."
"Then you are a fool. Now that Whitebeard has died, there was absolutely nothing stopping a group of pirates from pillaging this pathetic village."
The girl was now heavily crying. "We rejoiced... the death of our guardian?"
"Indeed. And through the hand of cruel fate, it was I who landed on this island. However, even if I hadn't, this island would have been attacked by a group of pirates or criminals eventually. It was only a matter of time." The girl's tears did not stop flowing. When she thought about it, her life was the definition of peaceful. She had a devoted lover, a safe home, and no need to fear the attack of pirates. The pirate that protected her island asked for nothing in return, so why did she fear him? The moment he died, her perfect life was destroyed. "And now, for the sin you have committed against your protector, you shall receive your just punishment." And with that, Hoarfen, now in his full wolf form, clamped his teeth around the girl's bloody stumps. The last thing that was heard was her scream as Hoarfen ate her like a wolf eating a piece of raw meat. Vlad could even hear her bones breaking.
Hoarfen returned to his human form, happily patting his still slim stomach with a content look. "Ah, that his the spot."
The village was completely destroyed. Vlad couldn't sense a single living thing, animal or plant. All the houses and buildings were destroyed as well. "You missed something."
"Hm?"
Vlad walked away from his table and pointed a thumb towards the coffee house. Hoarfen smiled. "I love you, Vlad."
There was absolutely nothing left of the village. There was no sign of any settlement. Hoarfen even destroyed the pier and all but one of the ships the village had. The two criminals boarded the ship, and sailed away.
"So, what now, Boss?"
"Who knows? For now, we'll let the sea decide our destination."
Fortunately, the ship the criminals carried was a food transport ship. It was filled with different fruits and vegetables, but to Hoarfen's annoyance, no meat. However, that was quickly changed with the arrival of the Sea Kings. The two monstrous men easily killed whatever attacked them, and had plenty of meat.
Days had passed, and a news bird was seen. Using his blood, Vlad stole a newspaper. He was impressed by what he saw on the front cover. "Monkey D. Luffy. . . . What an odd boy."
Hoarfen looked at the newspaper Vlad was reading. "That kid actually rung the Ox Bell at Marineford? Kid's got balls, I'll give him that."
"Indeed." Vlad looked out towards the sea with a dark smirk. "Seems we might have some fun after all."
Omake:
Sengoku was sitting on a piece of rubble to get at least a little rest after the war at Marineford. Even though the Navy technically won, it felt like the furthest thing from a victory one could get. His day got worse when a soldier told him that some Impel Down Level Six inmates escaped, and the Government didn't want to put out wanted posters. The reason was so they could save face, which infuriated Sengoku.
"THEY JUST WANT TO LEAVE SOME OF THE MOST DANGEROUS AND VISCIOUS CRIMINALS OUT IN THE WORLD TO SAVE FACE?! IF THEY WRECK ANY KIND OF HAVOCK, IT WILL DO MORE THAN RUIN THE GOVERNMENT'S REPUTATION! IT'LL COST THOUSANDS OF INNOCENT LIVES!"
"I'm sorry, sir! But, we still have orders to keep this under wraps."
Sengoku looked down at the ground, tightly gripping his hands until they practically bled. "At least tell me a name."
"Sir?"
"Tell me at least one reported name, so that I can hunt them down myself."
Sengoku didn't get an immediate answer. Confused, he looked at the officer, who was sweating in fear. "W-We have one confirmed name. He was identified by Warden Magellan himself."
"Well? What are you waiting for? Tell me the criminal's name."
The officer swallowed in fear. "I-It was Vladimir. Vladimir 'Vlad' Tepes. . . . T-The Bloody Devil."
Sengoku's eyes widened, and his blood went cold. "No. Please, no. Tell me it was someone else. By all that is holy, let it be someone else."
"No, sir. It was him. The Bloody Devil is free."
Sengoku was shocked beyond words. He still remembers the day he first saw that... devil. Of all the pirates he has ever see or fought, that creature was the only thing he had ever considered to be the Devil incarnate. He was just a cadet on a Vice Admiral's ship. The Vice Admiral tried to intercept and attack the ship of the Bloody Pirates. It was a one-sided massacre. The marine officers were totally overpowered. Not a single one that tried to fight back survived. The ones who were actually too afraid to fight were sparred. Sengoku was one of the only exceptions. Though he tried to fight, he was still spared... by Vlad himself. Instead, he saw a more viscous sight.
He watched Vlad drain the Vice Admiral of every last bit of blood he had, and saw the aged pirate become younger and younger. Sengoku will never forget those eyes. Those cold, merciless, crimson eyes. "Tell your superiors, 'thank you for the feast'." Those words were like swords piercing his very spirit. He was completely frozen in place as he watched Vlad and his crew sail away, leaving only a hand full of marines still alive. That was the last time Sengoku ever saw Vlad, and he was happy about it. One of the best moments in his life was when he learned that the Bloody Devil was finally captured. Now, one of the worst moments of his life had occurred.
"He's free? The Bloody Devil is free?" No matter how many times he said it, Sengoku just couldn't believe it. Or rather, he didn't want to believe it.
"Fleet Admiral, what should we do?"
Sengoku was silent, his eyes hidden behind the shine of his glasses. Then, he did something that frightened the soldier. He chuckled. "Nothing. I can't stop that man. I don't think anyone in the Navy can. Besides, it's no longer my problem. I have failed in my duties as the Fleet Admiral one too many times. For that... I will resign from the post of Fleet Admiral."
A/N: And so begins the tale of arguably the most dangerous Level Six escapee. Who will he meet? Who will he fight? Who will he kill? What will he see? Guess all you can do is wait and see. Please leave a review. Believe it or not, reviews can greatly influence a story, usually for the better. Until the next chapter or story. Truth be told, I had already deleted this story once already. A friend of mine convinced me it would be too difficult to continue. However, I have been thinking more and more about Vlad lately. Besides, a story where the main character is the villain is extremely rare. Personally, the only example I can think of is Death Note. If any of you know any animes that have a villain for a main character, and not an anti-hero (like Hellsing, for example), please recommend it to me. Might help out with progressing this story. . . . Light should have won the moment he killed L. The way he lost just plain sucked. So did Neir. Nowhere near as fun as L.
