I'm baaaaack! Somewhat. Things are hopefully looking up so I can get back to this little piece of work. And I can't write accents to save my life, so just imagine anyone and everyone with their accents intact. Enjoy!

Salvageable

The crystallized sword soon melted into droplets of blood as the dhampir stared in horror at the sight. Silver bayonets, and he could feel the holy energy emanating from them.

"Nay, children of the night are doomed to walk the night, never to see the Holy Father's face. Condemned to the deepest pits of Hell where they will burn forever."

Anderson had finally hit the jackpot in God's game. Not only had he taken out the vampire beforehand, but now he had the half-blood in his sights. Poor Heinkel, he never bothered telling her that the person she touched a long while back was a half-blood until the very last minute. Seeing her face pale and immediately go to the confessional booth was quite amusing. But he had a job to do, and the job had their back turned to him, stock still in fear as they stared at his bayonets.

"My holy weapons fascinate you, monster?" Dorian turned around to see the hulk of a priest behind him, strolling lazily to him with a murderous glint in his eye. His light green eyes kept their focus on the blades of the bayonets in Anderson's hands, sliding against each other like knives at a Benihana restaurant. "Y-yes, quite fascinating. And deadly." the dhampir before him squeaked, moving away until his back was against the wall.

Wait a minute. What the hell was he doing? It was just a priest after all! A deadly priest, but a priest nonetheless. Dorian gave a huff of air as he lifted his hand to his mouth, ready to bite into flesh once again; until a bayonet next to his elbow stopped him from doing so. "Powers of the Darkness shall not stop you facing your Judgement, half-breed."

"As if you're going to be the one to take me to Hell." Dorian shot back, teeth sinking into flesh once more as his blood formed into his favorite weapon, the whip. "The only who will take me there is me and me alone!"

"Aww, nary a hand to help you get there, monster?" Anderson grinned, sliding his blades against one another again. "I would hate for you to take all the fun away from exterminating you from God's good Earth."

If God DID exist, he would have hit me with fire and brimstone by now, you idiot!

Blessed silver bayonets went flying in the dhampir's direction, which Dorian barely missed as he dove to the floor. The action of his arm moving forward made his whip do so as well, aiming the blood tip right at the priest. Anderson did a brief backflip, producing seven more of the holy weapons from his jacket and sending them flying once more at Dorian.

The young dhampir missed all but one, and that lone bayonet had managed to get stuck right in his shoulder and out the other end. Dorian sworn he could feel the bone splitting in half, and the muscle slicing like the bayonet was butterflying a slice of meat. He cried out in pain, sending him reeling backwards and into the floor, where the bayonet pinned him to the oak wood below him. The holy power paralyzed him to the core, not even his human side could fight against it. Trapped. Maybe this was the wild game felt like surrounded by hunters during hunting season, yet he was faced with the nastiest hunter of them all.

Damn. I had no chance against this guy, did I? Well, better to be taken out by a priest. He thought wryly , watching as the heavy boots of the priest made his way towards him, the sound of the bayonets slicing against once another ringing in his ears. "Where you lay, child of a monster," Anderson pointed the bayonets towards Dorian's throat, ever so close to skin. "is where you shall be removed from God's good Earth."

This was it, this was his end. Seras was all the way on the other side of the building, no doubt taking out ghouls by the hundreds. Alucard had his own agenda, not like the nosferatu would really care anyway. Green eyes closed. Maybe he would be dragged to Hell, but hey. At least he would see Dragos and Marian there.

MAN, talk about a hiatus, huh? Sorry about that. Haven't had the juice to finish the chapter for a good while, and it just..kinda hit me. So! Will Dorian face his end? Or will he be rescued? And if he is, by whom? Place your bets folks! Silver out!