Chapter 2: House of Horrors

-Hey hey, here's another note. Quincey Harker is only called "Quincey" by certain people including Seras as it is informal. He is called Harker by his superiors like Sir Integra and me (the writer) as it is a more formal manner of speaking. Then you get Alucard that couldn't really give a shit about what he calls him and usually doesn't care enough remember his name much like his view of Seras before she grew an ugly mutant blackness demonic arm. Thanks for reading my rambling if you did XD click the review button please, I read them all :3

*"Quincey? You there?"*

Harker reached into his pocket and pulled out an ear communicator, then placed it in his ear. "Yes Seras?"

*"Good to know your still alive, but where have you been? I've been stuck outside in this freezing cold for ages!"*

Harker paused for a moment while looking at the bloody pulp on the floor that was once a man, licking the blood of his fingers as he did. He then turned to the doorway to find several soldiers heavily armed with riot shields and explosive weaponry. Walking towards them he began to chuckle "Hold that thought, my desserts here."

As he came to face them they began to charge at him. Harker lunged back to avoid being hit and disappeared into the shadows, leaving no trace of existence.

One of the soldiers began to panic. "What? Where did he go? We can see in the dark but he just vanished."

The soldiers took off their helmets to get a better view of the room. Shadows began to move across the floor and rejoined behind them and submerged from under the wooden planks, the mass of darkness took the shape of a man that began to rip their heads off one by one and telekinetically dragged the blood out of their bodies and absorbed it. The corpses fell to the floor, completely lifeless with no strain of muscle. The shadow's detail began to show and reformed into Harker, but he wore a large trench coat and a Fur Felt hat that covered his eyes. He placed his finger to his ear.

"Hello, Seras? Im back from my dessert, I'd compliment the chef but..." He looked back at the bloody pulp. "Nevermind, what is it you wanted?"

"I'm stuck in the cold waiting for you to get off your bloody arse and meet me here! Where have you-"

Harker cut off the conversation and crushed the ear piece in his hand. "Your constant whining pisses me off sometimes. Oh well at least I had a little fun before going home, thanks for letting me stay for dinner."

He exited the room and began to walk down the hallway, passing a trail of dead bodies on his way out. The walls were stained in blood and the floors were covered with shredded organs and signature uniforms. Harker reached into his pocket yet again and pulled out a 13mm Jackal pistol and aimed it at the floor. As he pulled the trigger he let out a drilling bullet that left a massive hole going through several floors of the building.

Harker cackled in amusement. "Over a hundred uses, don't leave the coffin without it.", he then kissed the barrel of the gun. But soon stopped in his moment of entertainment as he heard footsteps coming from the other side of the hall. As the figure appeared from the shadows Harker soon noticed a feminine body holding a massive cannon, she wore a yellow skirt-uniform and had her hair tied up at the back.

She placed her hand on her hip. "Yep. You're definitely his son." She gave a comforting smile to him.

Harker gave her a smile back. "Thought you were waiting for me at the rendezvous point."

Her smile soon turned into an irritated scowl. "Well I was until somebody smashed his ear piece... yet again! These things aren't cheap you know? And they come out of our wages!"

Harker let out a sigh. "Seras... we get paid in blood, not real currency."

Seras began finger-twiddleing. "Well its still a type of wage..."

Harker ignored the mumbling vampire and lunged down the hole, braking the fall with his fist and knee. When the dust cleared he looked around at his surroundings, noticing his bullet hit too deep and he was in the cellar off the building. As his eyes finally finished adjusted to the dark he could see old, dusty hospital equipment and supplies. As he looked closely he could just make out a small person in the corner of the room. As he approached the sounds of crying travelled from where the figure was, the sound of a little girl. It took him a few seconds to realise that there was a body lay in front of her, and that it was missing its throat...