Schrödinger couldn't help but glance at Seras' breasts as he poured her a mug full of lager, then poured one for himself. He slowly took a sip of his lager and nearly spewed it all over himself as he watched Seras down the entire mug like a shot – in one gulp. He quickly chugged the rest of his lager a few moments later.
As Seras put the empty mug back on the table, she felt tingling warm sensation. She grinned slightly and let out a giggle. "I just remembered something, kitty-boy…" She said, smiling at Schrödinger. She had no idea that she was drunk. However, she hadn't forgotten about her plans to seduce Schrödinger. But first she wanted to do something she'd forgotten to do.
"And vhat is that?" Schrödinger asked cautiously, watching Seras as she reached down and undid six more buttons on her uniform. There were only eighteen buttons on that uniform, and she wasn't wearing anything underneath that. His face turned a slight tinge of pink as he watched.
"This," She replied, and roughly grabbed him by the chin, tilting his face upwards to meet hers, kissing her passionately, roughly, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth, exploring it. She kissed him for a good five minutes before she broke it, needing a breath of air. Seras was a total lightweight when it came to alcohol – she had hardly drunk it before now.
Schrödinger enjoyed the kiss, too stunned to react. He wasn't as badly drunk as Seras, but he was a little drunk nonetheless. He gasped for air as she broke the kiss and said, "I think ve both need another drink." He poured Seras another mug of lager and filled his own before for chugging it all down in one gulp. He watched out of the corner of his eye as Seras did the same. He set the mug down ad looked over at Seras. His ears perked up as she undid the last six buttons on her uniform and let it hang open, showing off her perfect breasts…
Alucard walked across the tarmac of the runway toward a private jet that would take him from England all the way to Sin Castle. Sir Integra had made a few calls to one of the members of the Round Table and gotten Alucard a clear stretch of airspace so he could fly across Europe undetected. The Count would be the only one in the plane of course. But that wasn't what was on his mind. 'Something has molested the police girl. I'm going to find out whom, and that person is going to squeal like a stuck pig when I find him.' With that thought in mind as the plane took off, he began formulating a plan.
Fumasu phased through the front gate of Sin Castle. Straight into twenty Millennium stormtroopers who had enough bullets to turn every inch of his body into Swiss cheese.
"Evening gentlemen," Fumasu said nonchalantly as he pulled out one of his MGMs and shot one of the stormtroopers through the torso. The soldier's body disintegrated in a gory mess as the explosive round detonated in his chest.
The stormtroopers responded to Fumasu's unusual entrance by giving him his weight in lead. His left arm was blown off at the shoulder, revealing a patch bearing a skull-and-crossbones with a black background stitched onto the top underneath the torn fabric. His black trenchcoat was so thoroughly riddled with bullet holes it looked more like a screen door than a trenchcoat. The nine foot tall demon collapsed against the massive wooden door after two continuous minutes of eating bullets in a bloody heap.
"Vhat the hell is that thing?" One of the stormtroopers said aloud.
"Its one of the creatures that's been causing so much trouble." Said another.
"Contact the Major," the leader ordered. He pointed to one of the stormtroopers, who slowly moved toward an intercom on the wall, never taking his eyes off Fumasu's body.
"H-h-herr Major," He said shakily into the mic, "This is the gate outpost reporting in. Ve just killed one of the creatures here at the front gate. Ve've lost o-Urk!"
The stormtrooper staggered backward as his body was turned into a bayonet pincushion. As his body turned to ash, the remaining stormtroopers slowly turned to find Father Anderson standing in front of Fumasu's inactive body.
"We are tae ministers o' God. In flaming fire we take vengeance on them that know not God, and that obey not the Catholic Gospel of our Lord Jesus Christ:…" Anderson began as he produced more bayonets, grinning all the while, "Who shall be punished with everlasting destruction from the presence of the Lord, and from the glory of his power – this honor have all his saints. AMEN!" With that Anderson attacked the remaining stormtroopers, bayonets flying. Blood was everywhere. He finished eighteen remaining vampires in one minute.
As Anderson stood over the piles of ash around him, he heard the sound of footsteps. Lots of footsteps. "Ah take it's aboot time Metal came oot?" He asked Fumasu, who was leaning against the gigantic front doors, almost completely regenerated. Shadows retracted from where he stood as his trenchcoat finished regenerating.
"We already have," A dark voice replied, catching Anderson slightly off guard. Metal tilted his fedora upward and looked at the Iscariot Paladin. Instead of bloodred eyes with sky blue pupils that gave off a feeling of kindness, the eyes had turned into a glowing pure red with thin black oval pupils that radiated bloodlust so much that even Anderson was slightly unnerved.
"Shouldn't you be looking for that draculina?" Metal asked in a sarcastic tone before he pointed down one of the hallways. "Try that way. We need the target practice."
Anderson reluctantly nodded and took off down the hallway, Metal's eyes staring into his back like a pair of lasers.
Metal chuckled evilly and pulled out a second MGM from inside his trenchcoat. He softly sang Black Sabbath's Electric Funeral as he waited for the mayhem to begin.
"Reflex in the sky warn you you're gonna die. Storm coming, you'd better hide from the atomic tide…"
For all the people who've given reviews, thank you. And to PrincessSYS, I plan to incorporate a few of your suggestions into my storyline. (Namely the pummeling of a certain resident of Sin Castle. As to who's going to pummel him…well you'll see.)