It hurt only in the beginning. Soon her pain turned to ecstasy, and her anger was eased. Her body did not fight the invasion, but invited it.
Alucard withdrew his fangs and waited for his creation to awaken. A few minutes later, a blood drenched Max slid her eyelids aside, displaying crimson red pupils.

"Shall we begin?" Alucard said, pulling her up.

"Yes. Yes my master!"

2 miles away

"Fang, where are we going?" Nudge asked.

"No where. We're going to find Max." He replied without breaking his stride.

The erasers had captured the rest of the flock and were holding them in cages at the edge of the forest. The eraser reinforcements came fully armed and ready for battle. Fang had grabbed Nudge and ran, knowing that the two of them couldn't take on the twenty eraser guards. Half of which were probably out hunting for them. The pair came to a small ledge that led down into a gully.

"Hey! I saw them! Over here!" Came the gruff voice of an attacker.

Fang pushed Nudge down the gully slope before following her himself. Before they even had landed, a group of three erasers rolled down the sides after them. Nudge tried to stand, but was tackled and pinned.

"I'll handle this one. Get the boy."

The other two grinned and ran off to pursue the fleeing fang.
Fang cursed himself for not trying to save Nudge, but their was no chance to save her when he was overpowered and enclosed like this. Their wasn't really enough room to even open his wings.
A giant shadow overlapped his own. And two words struck before the blow.

"Got you."

The natural daggers at the end of the wolfman's finger tips shredded through Fang's clothes and tore open his back, knocking him headfirst into the frosty dirt below.

Where are you Max!

Another slash mutilated his left arm. And finally, a pair of paw-hand crossovers grabbed his legs and flung him in a wide arc. Fang only got a quick look at the creature below, but it was undoubtably the hate filled boy who hunted the flock with unrivaled devotion.
Fang's impact tossed snow and grit into the air.

"Ari!" Fang coughed looking back at the hideous creation.

"Time to die."

Ari clenched his fist and prepared to drive it into Fang's face, likely snapping his neck or causing neural hemorrhaging.

Max will be mine.

"I'd stop there." Came a voice from above.

Ari spun around to face the foreign voice. He questioned his own eyes with what he saw.
Crouched on a tree branch that hung over the gully was a blond haired man with large eyeglasses. His grey coat was adorned with purple lining, and a cross dangled down through his coat. His grin seemed in-human and he seemed to be maintaining a perfect balance on his footing.

"What the hell? Are you with them?" Ari growled.

The priest launched himself off and hit the ground with a shockwave that could be felt beneath the onlookers.

"I follow one man. One apostle. One god. I fight for the honor of our lord. Eradico quislibet malvis. Amen."

He began a slow walk to the wolves.

"My name is Alexander Anderson. I give ye two options. Leave the false angel, or fight me for him."

"Yeah. I'm really going to give him up!" Yelled Ari's partner.

"Jacob, wait a second." Ari said beginning to walk back.

The eraser didn't wait. He lunged at Anderson prepared to devour his body after the slaughter.

"Die, freak."

He drew his bayonet and in a flash, he bisected the monsters and flung the body over his head.
Ari didn't wait for the other eraser to hit the ground and fled.
Fang watched in horror as the priest re-holstered his blades. He straightend his coat and looked over at the bloodied child. Then, in a flash he was gone.

"Well then. Now is the time to deside your fate."

Anderson had reappeared right behind Fang and when his eyes trailed the voice, he only found a empty void. A large hand reached over and lifted the boy up and rested him on a bed of cold foliage. The priest bent down and began to observe him. It was quite a while before he actually said anything.

"You are not even close to a real angel." He said wiping the blood from Fang's moth. "But nothing says I can't turn ya into a saint."

Fang was confused. Was he going to kill him or not?

"Whatever the case, I'm not going to harm a child. Enemy or not, no harm will come to you."

Fang knew that maybe asking for a favor might not have been the best idea.

"My friend, up the gully a little ways."

"Dealt with. Can ya stand?"

Fang groaned as he made his legs work. He got up and nodded. Anderson and Fang walked back up to the place that Nudge had been grabbed.
Cold snow began to fall and Nudge was huddled up, facing away from the butchered eraser. She heard the footsteps and looked back.

"Fang!"

She ran over and embraced him. Fang held her close, thankful for her safety. Fang let her go and they both looked over at the waiting priest.

"Thank you for saving us." Fang said bowing his head in respect.

"Right thanks!" Nudge said copying Fang.

Anderson smiled in return. In his mind, the lord had saved them, he was meerly a extension.

"You two have extreme potential. I'm sure Maxwell would approve of ya."

"Maxwell?"

"A good man child, one who would gladly shelter you. I could train your entire flock. What do ya say? Join us and serve the church in protection of the world from demons and monsters like the werewolves ye had to fight today."

Fang and Nudge were both a little shocked by this. It was rather sudden, but the offer wasn't bad.

Now I know what he meant by 'turn you into a saint'. But that doesn't make it a bad offer.

"I can't decide for the entire flock. I'll talk it over with them."

Damn! That's right! They're all being held!

"I need to go free them if we are going to do anything." Fang muttered, pushing his black hair out of the way.

"Yer in no condition to fight. Lead me to them and then I'll escort all of ya out of here."

Anderson drew a blade and tossed it around in his hands. Fang wondered if all priests were like this. If so, religion must be rather terrifying.