Heyya guys, I'm still trying to spare time to write these so don't hate me if I don't upload something in a while :/ cause yeah... exams suck. Anyway yeah but if I have enough time I'll to upload another chapter. Oh and in response to the Freddy vs Alucard art image, I will may try to create it...maybe...possibly...don't quote me on it...ahem.. So yeah hit that review button and I'll be sure to read them :) cya
Chapter 3: The Dead's Memories
January 19th - 1900 – London
Harker was a child at this time, not knowing the secret kept from him about what had happened to his parents, and about Abraham Van Helsing. He was given an ordinary life like any other child, until his farther suddenly disappeared, vanished without a trace. Mina began to bring up Harker on her own, as a mother would in that situation... That was until several people were found slaughtered on the streets of London, their necks ripped open and their guts were devoured. Some weren't even recognisable, said to have been beaten so badly that all that was left was a bloody paste of human flesh and crushed up bones. It was then that people began to suspect the remaining survivors had contracted the demonic virus that came from Dracula himself, that they were monsters just like him. Mina kept her son hidden from the rest of the world since the murders, but what correlation do Harker and the victims share? What was Mina hiding from them? And where did Jonathan Harker disappear to?
"What's wrong Mother? Why aren't you moving?"
Harker knelt by his mothers bed, blood streaming down the sheets and dripping on the floor, echoing in a sinister manner. The corpse of his mother covered in open wounds deep enough to be the slashes of a dagger, but with a strange pattern, each couple was the perfect length from each other and left several dints in between. Almost like she had been ravaged by a blood lusting creature, an unnaturally fierce creature. Darkness crept through the room, shadows taking over the light of the candles and devouring all contentment leaving only fear and dismay. The shadows soon reached to Harker, like a calling from death itself, placing a hand on his shoulder in comfort. The darkness surrounding him being the only friend able to approach him.
A light emitted from between the curtains which seemed to pull itself down the window pain and light up the room. Harker raised to his feet again slowly and dragged himself towards the light in curiosity. Whilst walking past a mirror he noticed blood trailing from his mouth down to his chin, not giving a single emotion to what he witnessed, only a blank face like all feeling was gone. As he pulled apart the curtains the blinding light took him by surprise, causing him to cover his eyes. As he adjusted he noticed an crowd big enough to be an army outside his home baring torches and weaponry, almost as if getting ready for a full scale war.
A man wearing heavy armour and in his hands a massive spear stepped forward out of the crowd of corrupted people, spewing claims of the bastard child of hell consuming the blood of the innocent. That they need to put a stop to the chaos raging the city and slaughtering their children. Harker moved away from the window and headed for the main entrance, wearing a smirk of amusement across his face. As he opened the door he was greeted by the screams and threats of the gigantic crowd. Looking round he saw the people he once loved that were now craving to nail him against a cross and burn him alive. Unfortunately for them he had a craving of his own, the thirst for their blood, bones and organs. Licking his lips in excitement from the thought of chewing on their flesh.
A man ran from the crowd headed straight for Harker. "Savage monster bastard!"
As the man swung to hit his face, Harker moved out the way and dug his fangs deep into the man's neck. Plunging his fingers slowly into his chest, braking every rib and pushing the lungs out the way as he ripped his heart out. Holding it in his hands and crushing it, flesh bursting in between his fingers and blood running down his knuckles. Harker's child like figure had now vanished, leaving only a blood raging demon. The death of his mother twisting him into a vicious dog, consuming what it could to survive, even if its what he loved most. He walked down the steps, piercing red eyes looking as though he was studying them, thinking which one to eat first. Harker had a large grin with blood dripping from each tooth, picking out the chunks of meat lodged between. When he reached the bottom the crowd that once claimed to be Harker's reckoning was now stood before him, pissing themselves like the animals they were. Saying he was the monster when they are willing to kill something for the sole fact that they fear it.
Humans are so blinded by their own existence that they can't see the truth, being that they are not the only predators in the jungle we call our lives. And it will be survival of the fittest, no matter what the humans do, they will die. And if it is not by their own hand then the left hand of the devil will brake the neck of man, and devour its body to become stronger...