The Banana Slug: Thanks for being patient last chapter, folks. Now, here is what I am going to do, and you have the RIGHT to lambaste ME for doing THIS!

You see, for the next two chapters, we are going to focus on the other two people of the League that are not in the Hellsing Organization. That means we are going to stick to Quatermain, Seras, and Nemo, as well as their battle with the Street Sharks (by the by, not really the Street Sharks, just pallin' 'round) and Dr. Moreau, as well as Edward Cullen (not really Edward as well, but who gives a shit…really?) and his whiny existence.

How about we start with our recovering meth-addict, then we get to the loveable science-pirate!

Hellsing's League of Extraordinary Gentlemen

By The Banana Slug

CHAPTER 18: Skin of a Killer

Quatermain Hall, Basildon

Even with a single heartbeat of Quatermain blood, the house was still a dismal and lifeless place. It was filled with the stuffed cadavers of the prey the family accumulated throughout the years, beginning with Allan Quatermain himself. This outlook of a bleak and negative outlook of the house was what the old hunter truly believed of his home, what he wanted to believe.

The old young man had neither the time nor the energy to become a father, even if his actions should have sired one in the past. Even so, Quatermain walked through his home, wearing a black shirt and jeans, grey leather boots stomping through the halls with a echo following his steps. Quatermain would eventually make his way to the large kitchen, there to pick out the small things left behind, as what he left there before he disappeared were rotted and spoiled. He'd plan on going to the market tomorrow, as he couldn't muster the strength for today.

Something about him being back home made Leonard depressed, with Leonard sighing as he unzips a small bag of jerky and takes a savage bite out of it. As he stands in front of the counter, eating his tough jerky with a tired groan, Leonard looks over at the wall for no reason other than boredom.

In an instant, Leonard would freeze up and the mashing of his teeth cease, the old hunter developed a cold glare at the wall. "…I really need to get that bloody lock fixed…" he grumbles out.

"Actually, I entered through the window," stated a voice from behind, with Leonard's assassin standing right at the door.

Leonard would turn and see his pale dark-clothed intruder, staring him down and demanding gruffly, "What is your name, boy?"

"Gary Steward," states the vampire calmly, then saying with a smirk, "and I am no boy, in fact, I should start-"

"Calling you boy," Quatermain finished his sentence with an annoyed roll of his eyes, stunning Gary for a moment as Quatermain started, "If you are going to be my assassin, I might as well get myself a drop of booze. Damned if I die sober."

"You seem to be accepting your death with no worries," growls out Gary, sneering as Quatermain gets to the fridge, "but I will not think you an equal, Quatermain, and I never will."

"My god, you are a boring foe." growls Quatermain, opening his fridge and grabbing a small bottle of whiskey and asking, "So, why are you after me? Why did you join Millennium in the first place?"

"I am not after you, Millennium is after you, and my past with them is my past alone," snarls out Gary, "I was sent here to kill you…even though I wish to slay the Vampire King himself."

"Oh, bugger," scoffs Quatermain humorously, "Alucard told me about blokes like you, and you are as ridiculous as he said they were."

"He killed my girlfriend! The one person who I have opened my heart to!" snapped Gary angrily, "I saw what he did to her, and it disgusts me. I want to avenge Marion's death and make him pay!"

Leonard pokes his head from the side of the fridge, letting out a laugh and returning to the fridge and saying to the offended Gary, "Oh yes, Alucard told me about that twit. From what he told me, I'm surprised the girl had a boyfriend that could stomach her."

Gary starts stepping forward and baring his teeth angrily, "Enough, hunter, I will not have you make fun of Marion again."

The old hunter, throughout all this time, was hiding behind the fridge door just for this occasion. As Gary got close, Quatermain would slam the fridge door quickly and blast a large handgun right in Gary Steward's forehead.

With a loud bag, Gary was disoriented and shocked by the blast. His forehead was slightly cracked from the bullet, with Gary stumbling back and finding that the Great White Hunter has disappeared from his sight with a swinging door out of the kitchen visible to the enraged vampire.

Gary roared and rushed at the swinging door, punching the fridge door out of his way and ripping it off. He rushes out of the kitchen and looks around angrily, snapping out, "Quatermain! Show yourself!"

He stops and listens to the footsteps he hears from upstairs, with Gary growling with rage. The vampire then rushes through the house in insane speed, jumping on the steps of the stairs as he gets to the next floor with killing intent.

As soon as he gets there, he stops and looks around before he starts sniffing the air for the old man's scent. "You can't hide, old man…" he growls out as he steps through the hall, "…your scent is everywhere, I will find you and-"

A loud explosion would again interrupt the vampire, as Gary had just stepped on a small land-mine that would propel Steward into the air and fall on his back on the rug floor. Gary was, otherwise, unharmed but still stunned by the explosion.

He gets up slowly and tiredly, grimacing with hate as he stares down at the hallway with dust and wood blacks hitting him from above. "I'm so going to kill you!" he snarls out, stomping onto his feet and rushing down the hallway to the source of the smell.

Gary stops at the door and kicks it down, and when he enters the bedroom, he is justifiably confused by what he is seeing.

The room was adorned with wires that buzzed with electricity, all nailed to the wall with the source of the scent tracked to the bathroom. The vampire looked at the electric wires with disbelief, snarling with shock and yelling out, "How the hell did you set this all up!?"

No answer was given from the bathroom, so the vile thing took a deep breath and made his way through the wires to his target. He growls as those wires would smack him all over his crystalline body, shivering from the electrical surge from his body. Gary felt so much pain, with those wires wrapping around his limps, waist, and his neck, this made the vampire nearly collapse from the massive pain of it all as he tries to get to the bathroom with all his might.

The foolish yet powerful vampire, with almost a smirk, gets to the bathroom and smelling his scent much more clearly this time. The vampire Gary Steward kicks the door down with a single thrust of his foot, and his undead heart would drop as he looks to see that there was no one in the bathroom but a smelly rag on the floor.

"WHAT!?" he roars out, reaching out and ripping the wires from his body out of rage as well as to null the great electrical pain.

He stomps over to the red rag spread on the floor haphazardly, sniffing and getting a mighty wiff from that cloth. Gary recoils in disgust and growls out, "What the hell is that?"

"It's a rag, moron!" calls out an eye-raising voice to the moronic vampire, "It's a rag with my pit-stink on it!" After that, the old hunter chuckles loudly, "Not really a good smell, is it, boy?"

Gary twists around, seeing Quatermain standing at the doorway of the old hunter's room with his rifle, The Baby Ruth, pointing right at the vampire as Quatermain glares at Gary, one eye open and the other looking right at him.

The rifle would let an ear-splitting roar as Leonard pulls the trigger, sending a speeding silver bullet flying right out and crashing into Gary's eye. The bullet ricochets right off his pupil and hits the wall, with Gary crying out in agony on his harmed eyeball.

"Bloody bullocks!" snarls out Leonard as he begins cocking his rifle, "I thought silver was suppose to down you wankers right easy!"

The old hunter wasn't fast enough as that tough-skinned vampire rushed at him with vile anger. His pale palm wraps itself against the old throat and slams his sturdy form against the wall roughly, causing Quatermain to gasp in a lose of breath.

Gary would glare at Quatermain with his blazing eyes as the window from the end of the hall beats down on the two, with Quatermain finding it difficult to not smirk in disbelief and humor at the vampire's sparkling skin.

"Not all vampires follow superstitions, old man," scoffs Gary proudly as he tightens his grip.

"I can see that," growls out Quatermain, "now let me go or by Jove, I will make you regret the day your twinkling ass joined with Millennium, goddamn it!"

"Or what?" sneers the crystal-skinned vampire, "You're a human, and what's worse, you're decrepit, old, and poisoned. You are weak against a vampire, your even too weak to hunt!"

"Fuck off, you blood-sucking berk!" he yells back at Gary, "I just downed myself a tyrannosaurus not just a week ago! Do you honestly think you are going to discourage me when you know absolute bollocks!"

With that final bit of words, the old hunter grabs a knife from his belt leg strap and shoves it at the vampire's side with a growl of anger. However, the strong knife would only cling and fail to get into the diamond-hard skin with Leonard growling with dissatisfaction.

As Gary squints with a louder smirk on his face, Quatermain sneers and barks out at him, "Your still a sparkly cunt, fellow."

"Indeed."

Gary reward for turning his face to the source of that agreement was a red shadowy fist to his cheek, sending the glistening fool right through that window and into a woody area next to the manor, with a large brick wall enclosing the area right around it and the backyard of the Quatermain estate.

The glass shards fell with him as that white vampire falls onto the grass with a look of shock on his face, laying on the green pastures with shock from the blow and the surprise of it all.

Quatermain looks down at the window, seeing Gary lay there with a smile of pride. After getting a good look at the humiliated bloodsucker, he looks back and sees Seras Victoria approach him with a cool smirk.

"Don't go making something out of nothing, girl," barks Quatermain gruffly, "I would have easily taken him down if he didn't cheat."

"What do you mean cheat?' asks Seras with a laugh.

"Following the bloody rules about being a vampire, of course!" snapped Quatermain with a deep scowl, "I mean, how can you call yourself a 'creature of the night' or whatever the lot of you call yourselves if you don't weaken in the sun or die from a silver bullet!?"

"I'm just as indignant about that as you, you cranky old fart!" yelled back Seras with a sharp frown, "You're just mad because I bonked him good!"

"Go on, make yourself so bloody better than me!" snarls Quatermain grumpily, looking down at the landing spot as Seras gives a mighty good death glare at the stubborn hunter. Quatermain then shouts back at her, seemingly in a manner to goad her, "And the poofer's buggered off! Why didn't you bloody kill him when you had the chance!?"

Seras stomps over at Quatermain, glaring and growling as she grinds her teeth heavily, slowly slamming her feet to him as Leonard looks at her with crossed arms and a stubborn yet unafraid scowl.

She raises her fists up, shaking heavily as she glares right at Leonard's smug scowl before slowly resting her fists down and taking a deep breath, knowing the hunter's just trying to get her goat.

"That was hurtful…but I know you don't mean it," she breaths out, "you're just suffering from dementia, as any old person would."

Leonard frowns, unpleased by his just desserts. Without a word, he walks over to the window and looks around the woods, then looking back at the frowning Seras Victoria and saying, "You vampire's don't like the sun, why don't you go to my room and grab yourself a hooded jacket."

"Alright, I just hope I don't end up smelling like you in the end," she says with a smug smile, with Quatermain letting out a scoffing cough and standing there as Seras then yells out surprised pain, "AH! What is that!?"

"Electric wire," calls out Quatermain with a smug smile of his own.

In those woods, Gary would hold his heart as he winces in pain from the punch he received and the electricity that kept surging through his body. "My god…what the hell…how did he put those up…so quickly?" he asks himself, "How can a human…a filthy old human…make me look like such…a child?"

He violently shakes his head and snarls in furious shame, "No…NO! I am not going to let him beat me, or his vampire whore…" The pale vampire, sparkling in the sun, breaths heavily and says to himself in more composed vengeance, "I'll kill them all…I swear this…to you…Marion…"

His eyes dart to the sound of rushing feet, and in his cowardice, runs through the trees away from the source as he bites his lower lip and looks away with a shivering brow.

Seras Victoria then runs into the clearing near Gary's old hiding spot, holding her large rifle in her shoulders, and stops right in the middle of it. "I swear…I thought I…" she mumbles to herself, frowning with a confused glare.

She wore a long green coat that descended to her knees, filled with pockets and sporting a hood that covered the top of her head only barely. Seras darts her head back and yells out, "Your duster smells like a elk's backside, Lenny!"

Seras watches as Quatermain runs to her, before collapsing onto a kneel and starts breathing heavily as if he ran an entire mile. Leonard wipes his brow and groans out, "…Blimey…it's only an acre and…I'm knockered already," he growls out in exhaust.

Seras walks over and holds her hand out to Quatermain, saying with a warm smile, "Hey, why don't you head back, I think I can take him by myself."

Those words had Quatermain give her a cold and offended glare, having him swat her hand away and bark out as he gets to his feet, "I don't need to be coddled, I am not a doddering old fool that needs anyone's pity, I'm a hunter."

"I…wasn't implying that, sir," she replied, offended but more sorry than that, "I just thought you could use some rest after tangling with the blighter before I-"

"Seras, spare me," he sighs as he walks past her, "it was damn decent of you back there, but I am going to see that sparkling queen's head hanging over my closet, with a look of pure terror, so no more of those New Millennium bastards will ever think of bothering me again."

"…Yes, Quatermain," she replies, following him with her first Harkonnen ready for blood, following his lead as the two trekked through the woods that held Millennium's pet, who was now the prey for the League members.

As Quatermain would stalk his prey's location, his ears would scan for any and all noise that would show itself. His eyes react to even the faintest noise, looking to the source with his finger on the trigger and his gun slightly at its direction. The Great White Hunter was in a state of nostalgia and a controlled and proper bloodlust, Leonard Bloody Quatermain was desperate to kill his intruder even if it kills him.

The old hunter begins to smile as he looks around, then saying to the fledgling, "You know…hunting this glistening vampire fellow is…well, it reminds me of big game, like hunting a tiger or a lion. Sleek, slim, fast…" He shakes his head and says, "It just…reminds me of Africa."

"I've never been to Africa," said Seras lightly, "what is it like?"

"Well, it's hot as tits most of the time, and the governments always are a bloody pain in the arse to deal with," he responds sardonically, "but the people are quite tolerable, more tolerable than the garden variety you see here in England. Blimey, I lose my mind most of the time when I stay in this accursed place, it makes me feel that a trip to Africa can make all those troubles just…fade away…"

Quatermain sighs as he looks at a chipmunk running through the bushes, still quite defensive in the hunt. He continues and says with remembrance, "Something about Africa, I don't know, it makes me feel like I belong there. The people, the savannahs, the jungles, the cities…the wildlife, oh the wildlife…"

"When you hunt for Africa, the land will throw everything its got at you, with its arsenal of man-eating predators, its savage heat, those grey-skinned behemoths, and even their striped horses can kill you if your not careful," went on Quatermain as he stepped over a log, "Africa does not coddle you like England does, it's not for the spoiled rich tourist or the inexperienced hunter, it is for the natives and the very people who love her."

"Wow, that's quite…intriguing, sir," breaths out Seras, stepping over the rotted log with a smile, "this talk of Africa is quite thrilling."

"Hm? Oh yes, I guess one would see that." he replies to the young vampire, "Anyway, I want to talk to you about our prey, that sparkling blighter who attacked me." He looks over to her and explains quickly, "My silver bullet, all it did was knock him back, I thought it-"

"Oh, my master might have told me something about a subspecies, I think," lets out Seras, then explaining with a chuckle, "he told me of a species, ones not really vampires. He said they were more of a type of revenant, crystalline based and like to present themselves as vampires when…they're only so close."

"I thought so," scoffs Quatermain with humor, "I never really believe a vampire, or any species of vampire would have skin that glistens like girl's make-up."

Seras chuckles at his joke, saying in her intervals of enjoyment, "Oh, haha, yes." After a small pause, she turns to him and informs her hunting partner a bit more, "Master told me about them after he killed what I can only guess is his girlfriend."

"Yes, he did whine about something like that," he replies with a laugh, "he went on about how HE should have been the one to kill Alucard, I can only guess this is some sort of planned attack on all of us…I wouldn't be surprised if Nemo has her own hands full."

"Yeah, after we take care of the glittery moron, I think I'll be heading to Hellsing Manor," she explains to her hunting partner as she catches up with him, "if you're not too old and cranky for it, I could use your help in it."

"Someone has to protect you in case you run into a trap, you air-headed girl," scoffs Quatermain with a grunt, "and don't worry, by the looks of this moron, I think we'll be done with him in the next hour or two."

"Thank you, Quatermain," she responds to him with a smile and a happy nod, "have any other stories about Africa? They're enthralling."

"Alright…" he says to her, walking beside her as he scans the woods, "…just keep your eyes open, Miss Victoria."

Black October

Somewhere near Dover

Hanko rests his head against his desk as he looks over at a cigarette holder with a feint smile, watching as it was sprawled between his fat arm and his head. Caligari sits in a room angled so strangely, with it slanted and demented, colored only in shades of black and white. His desk was just like it, slanted in a way that it would be unwise to place round objects on. All that was in his office was that desk, a black rotary dial phone at the upper right corner of his desk, and a small spring-bed stained with the most foul.

"I…I think she might be the one, mother," he breaths out happily, smiling with those thin lips and his tiny teeth poking out, "she's so beautiful, so cute. Her name is Seras, Seras Victoria."

He moans and nuzzles the black desk like a happy child, "If only you were alive to meet her, mother. She's so sweet, so pretty."

He sighs and looks at the door to his desk with a wide and hilarious smile, saying with a whisper, "She doesn't like me at the moment, but I can…get her at my side, and she'll be a lot like you, mother."

Caligari giggles like a little child, a wide insane grin grows on his face as his long nose rubs against the black slanted wood. Caligari starts chiming out in a poorly tuned way, "I see that face and I'm a love slut, uh huh…"

He is interrupted by a ringing noise, with Hanko looking at the phone with a small frown and his eyes wide open. Caligari reaches out slowly and picks it up, placing it on his ear. "Yes? This is Doctor Caligari?" he says without thought it could've been an foe calling him.

"Caligari, it's me, Gary Steward!" breaths out a nervous Gary Steward from the other side.

Even Caligari found him distasteful, groaning and shaking his head, "Oh, what is it, Mr. Steward? I'm trying to put it in autopilot."

"The submarine can wait!" snaps out Gary, with Hanko looking away with a pout as Steward yells out, "I ran into some troubles, the hunter has some vampire whore with him, I need reinforcements to-"

"Whore? What whore!?" snaps Gary with a snarl and a grimace, "Are you speaking of Seras Victoria?"

"Yes! She's trying to kill me!" explains a rushing Gary Steward and smashing his fist on the desk, "You need to-"

"I don't need to do anything!" roars an angry Caligari, "You know nothing of that sweet vampiric angel! She is the most-"

"THIS ISN'T IMPORTANT RIGHT NOW!" roared back Gary, causing Hanko to jump and shriek from the shout, with his phone hopping around in his nervous hands. Catching it, Gary continues to yell out, "I am going to die if you don't bring me some reinforcements! That horrid twit is too powerful alone!"

"Get a grip, you moron!" growls Caligari with him sweating incredibly, "I can't send any people at the moment, you'll just have to die."

"What!?" gasps Gary Steward in disbelief.

"If you couldn't handle an aged hunter and the most beautiful vampire ever, then what good are you to the New Millennium?" he squeaks darkly to him with his brow arched sharply.

"SEND HELP NOW!" was Gary's response, an angry outburst that caused Caligari to clench his eyes and grind his teeth as he was continued to be yelled at, "I am going to die if you don't send help! I can kill them all! I can murder them all! Just send me reinforcements!"

"NO! GO AWAY!" screams Hanko Caligari angrily, slamming the telephone back as he watches it with an instant fear, twiddling his fingers as he darts his eyes around nervously.

Hanko begins slinking into his chair as that phone rings again, grabbing the black cigarette holder and rubbing it against his face with fear. Sooner than later, Hanko Caligari slinks under his desk just to hide from the sound of the phone ringing.

As he hides, he keeps muttering to himself, "Chinchilla…chinchilla…chinchilla…"

Gary looks at his cellphone with a look of misery, all as the rain started to get faster and harder. His cellphone, black and sheen, shows an unknown number as he only gets Caligari's answering machine, which was only a preset message that gave no information to the man.

In his anger, standing next to a tree, Gary crushes his phone in his hand and stares at the sky with his blazing eyes showing his fury at the man who was his superior. The angry false-vampire throws the remains on the grass and growls violently.

"You are…not going to help me?" he growls out to himself, "Fine…I will not let them get the better of me, I will kill them both, with or without you, you fat freak."

The woods would start to be hit by the rain dropping from the clouds and onto the green leaves, drenching the trees with water and giving the grass a dew-like texture. Quatermain darts his eyes at the sky as the rain faintly drops down on the hunter and his companion, glaring at the sky as he scowls deeply at it.

"Well, that there is another reason why I despise Britain," he growls out, "the weather is bloody shit."

"I beg to differ, being a vampire, a sunless day is delightfully refreshing," replies Seras Victoria with a smile as she looks up with him.

He shakes his head and walks off, keeping his defenses back up as Seras looks over back at the hunter walk away before rushing to him. Quatermain sighs as Seras runs up to his side, looking over for a moment before returning to his stalking gaze.

"Anyway, I bet my yarns are starting to get grating, hm?" he grunts out with a chuckle, "How about you talk about your days as a policewoman."

"Actually, it's police officer, sir," she corrected, then saying to him, "and it wasn't grating, they were really interesting, sir."

"Stop calling me sir, please," begged Quatermain with a tone of irritation, "I'm no knight, I'm just a recovering meth-head that hunts."

"Oh, you're not only that, Quatermain," replies Seras with a warm and pleasant smile, "I have always been a fan of your great-grandfather's stories, I used to read them all the time when I was in the orphanage, I even still have a copy of "King Solomon's Mines" at home that I kept since my time in the academy."

"Oh bloody hell," groans Quatermain miserably, "you're not one of those fan girls that have a hero-fueled crush on me, are you?"

Seras shivers and nearly froze in shock, her eyes glaring at him with shock and yelling out with an embarrassed flush, "That's…no! Of course not! Definitely not!"

"Shout it out to the world, Seras, I am sure I want to drive our quarry more than we've already have," he groans out.

"Sorry, but…that is not the case, Leonard," she hisses out, before breathing out to the hunter, "it is just that I've…always wanted to meet a Quatermain, and it isn't because of some schoolgirl crush. I mean, you're old enough to be my father, for Pete's sake."

"Forgive me, but half my marriages were because of this," he stated to Seras boredly, "but I can guess that you were dismayed to see me back in Mexico, from what you heard of my father and great-grandfather."

"I've warmed up, after Isla Sorna, I can see that you truly are a Quatermain like you say you are," she said to her hunting partner.

"Glad to know, forgive me for mistaking your 'admiration' for 'adoration'," Leonard responds to her.

"Admiration's a strong word, old man," chuckles Seras as they continue on, which was the last word she said before a devastating blow was dealt to her from behind.

Quatermain would hear the swift sound of footsteps from behind and turn quickly to Seras, watching her look with shock and confusion as she spits a torrent of red blood from her lips. He watches in horror, seeing Seras Victoria's stomach impaled by the arm of the ivory-skinned false-vampire and lifted up in the air by Gary Steward's arm.

"I knew I'd find you…sooner or later…" hisses Gary darkly, just as he throws the groaning body of Seras Victoria aside, letting her bloodied body flop on the grass and leaving him and the hunter together. The mighty Harkonnen was dropped into the wet green grass, alone and abandoned in this time of horror

"You vicious brute!" snapped Quatermain, throwing his rifle up and blasting a silver bullet at his face.

However, he would miss as that revenant dodged the bullet literally as the vampire turned into a grey blur. Quatermain then feels a cold hand grabs his throat and slams him against a dark rotted tree, with Leonard face-to-face with Gary's scowling demeanor.

"I am not a brute, I just want revenge," he says coldly, "revenge for my love, for Marion."

"My god, this is worse than death!" barks Quatermain in grand annoyance.

"Shut up!" snapped Gary, "I won't have you-"

Before he could finish, the whining self-important vampire would be given a great surprise. The hunter swings his arm out, holding a can of his handy bear mace, and sprays it right in his face with great amount.

Gary screams out nearly shrilly, letting go of his grip on Leonard and digging his hands against his face covered in grey foam-like pain. He stumbles back as the hunter dashes away from Gary as he was distracted with horrible pain.

Leonard grabs Seras' Harkonnen from the ground, struggling as he lifts it up. Quatermain holds it in his hands as the human points it at his vampiric enemy, all as he begins wiping the mace face.

"I'll kill you! I'll kill you!" he growls out in misery, "I am going to kill you!"

"That's nice," snarls Quatermain rudely, just before he pulls the trigger of the Harkonnen. He flies back from the blast, wincing from pain as that gun hits his stomach. The large projectile would slam right at Gary's back, thrusting him back as he cries out in utter pain from the blast.

Leonard falls on the ground with a growl and a rough, "Jesus Christ!" He lays on the grass with his breath taken so violently, his ears ringing heavily and the leaves on the tree very blurry. He struggles to get up from the shockwave, digging his fingers into the grass and mud as he forces himself up with a surprising strength.

Quatermain looks out at the blast area, seeing the trees ripped and forced to the ground. He shakes his head heavily as the hunter sits up, still dazed and his vision blurry from the recoil. Quatermain's hearing started to return, only to hear a low vile-tempered growl from behind the downed trees.

Quatermain watches with shock as the stone-skinned monster crawls from over the wood, with his skin cracked and slightly shattered as he growls and purses his lips in grand anger.

"Oh…bugger…" he growls out, with Leonard backing away in his stupor to a tree as he watches the vampiric assassin rise up from the shattered splinters and towering over the broken trees with a large hole in his stomach. His innards were nothing but black rock, the area around the hole was filled with cracks reaching as high as his neck.

Gary glares at Quatermain with a great killing intent and a want to rip the mature hunter to bloody bits. "I'll kill you…and I'll mutilate you…brutally…" he growls out darkly.

"My god, you're bland," snarls Quatermain. Then, a rough step to his groin shuts the hunter up, causing him to roar out as Gary stares down at the forty year-old man with a fury that has been fueled by him, Seras Victoria, and even the dreadful Doctor Caligari.

"Shut…up…" he snarls out to him, "…I am tired of your snide remarks, and your constant insults. I am only doing this because-"

"You loved that moronic twit," snarls Quatermain back, "and if I have to hear you whine any more, I think I'd have to rip my own ears off!"

"Let me do it instead," growls Gary Steward, "I'll even rip that annoying head of yours…just to shut. You. Up." Before he would even dare, before Gary would show off his love for an unpleasant and unwanted vampiress by killing a brave yet stubborn Quatermain, a low and strong voice would call out to him in a deep hiss.

"Touch him…I dare you…"

He turns his head and sees Seras Victoria stand in the forest with a dark blazing red stare of fury, her arm of red shadows would flare up in her hatred and bares her sharp vampiric teeth darkly in her fury.

"You…I thought you were dead," growled Gary, turning with a stomp as he glares right back at her. "I thought a nice punch to your whorish stomach would be enough to finish your pitiful existence."

She tilts her head and says to Quatermain, "You're right…he is bland as hell…"

"Ha! I knew it!" laughed Leonard with a pain in his chest, smiling weakly as Gary glares right at him for a brief flash, returning his hate right at Seras.

"And you're quite rude," she continued with fury, "and all this because my master killed the pitiful woman you loved…" She squints her eye and says spitefully, "I would sympathize for you if you weren't so goddamn pathetic…"

"It doesn't matter what you say, you fool," he states proudly, "I am Gary Steward, I have been alive as long as a hundred years."

"You know what?" she hisses out, all as the shadows from her arm fall to the grass and create a pool of darkness behind her, "I am getting tired of you yammering off, and if you keep hurting my friends…" She smiles and stares at Gary with a dark intent to destroy, "I might have to have some other friends take care of you."

"Please…they don't…scare me…" growls Gary with a nervous tick to his eyebrow, "nothing you can do…or say, can scare me, nothing."

"Let's put that to the test…" she calmly states, and as she smiles smugly to the pale freak, figures start to rise from the darkness right behind her. There were nine of them, with Gary watching with unnerved horror as those vague creatures would snarl and hiss as they formed into vile beasts.

Their jaws widely split open, revealing rows of black teeth as they crow out in hunger. Their bright red eyes pierce into souls and burn you courage into ashes, eyes that could burn into the night and reveal their terror to the unfortunate. Their long bony claws reach out, their tails whipping around savagely as Seras was joined by her faithful flock of vile Raptor ghouls.

"What…the hell…are those things?" he breaths out, trying to hide his terror from his foe. He steps back only one, doing his best not to make his terror present.

"They're called Velociraptors, straight from an island near Cuba," points out Seras darkly, holding her arm out as they snarl and hiss at Gary Steward violently as they reach their claws at him intimidatingly.

"…Velociraptors?" he breaths out as he starts to back away, just as Quatermain watches him back away with surprise at this change of emotion, even by such a person he had such fear of other vile creatures.

"Yes…and you want to know what they are going to do?" she says to Gary with a dark whisper, "…They're going to sink their teeth into your chalky skin…and rip your throat out with their talons…and eat you…alive."

Seras lifts her hand up and says, "Boys…" as Gary looks at the horde with fear. The vampire throws her hand down and orders blaringly, "Sick him!"

Once she made that order, Gary stumbles as he tries to run away from the violent dinosaurs desperately and with wind speed. He hears them scream and hiss, along with the sound of frantic and stampeding feet coming right after the now fearful monster.

Seras Victoria stands like a statue as her pets rush past her rapidly, screeching shrilly with their teeth and claws bare as they make chase after him. Gary would rush through the forest in great speed for only a second, as the undead raptors caught up to him almost too easily.

As he ran, one of the raptors would whip their tail at his leg, slashing it in half as Gary cries out from the shock and pain. His eyes bulged wide as he opens his mouth to the limit, falling on his back as he stares at the grey skies.

"Ah…oh god…oh Jesus Christ…on the cross…" he groans out, looking around and seeing the hissing Velociraptors surround him, opening their jaws wide as they hiss and snarl at him. His eyes tremble as he watches them watch him, all glaring at him with hunger and a voracious want.

"No…nono…no please…" he begs as they start screeching and growling, snarling like animals as the vampire would have cried if he could, "No god! Don't kill me! Oh god NOOOO!"

His screams were deafened by the horde going upon him, ripping him up and devouring him. The funny thing was that even though the raptors were eating him, they found his rocky texture delicious and found him delightfully crunchy.

Seras Victoria, leader of the flock, watches without remorse at her familiars killing Gary Steward, but begins to question herself at that moment. Has she become her master now? Reveling in the death of swine weaker than her, happy that those that deserve to die finally die?

She shakes her head and leaves her raptors to enjoy their prey as she walks over to the downed Quatermain, who groaned and scratched his head. "Bloody hell, I…I think my ribs are broken, dear. That gun of yours…nasty bit of work."

"Yeah…it is…" she breaths out, helping him to his feet as Quatermain limps beside her. She keeps him on her shoulder as the other arm still swirled with black fire, a wound that never healed because she never wanted it to.

Quatermain looks back and sees the carnage her raptors cause, watching as the twitching body of the stone vampire would persist, even in death. One of the raptors had Gary's entire head in its jaw, with the vacant look his head sported in death was not very different from the one he sported in life. In a moment of cruelty, the beast would snap his jaws shut…and the entire head crumbles into ash from that one savage bite.

The doors to Quatermain hall burst open as Seras and Quatermain enter the mansion with Quatermain breathing heavily, with Seras holding both the Harkonnen and the Baby Ruth strapped to her back at the same time. They both pass by the trophies and the portrait of the Great White Hunter, entering the parlor of many past hunts of the Quatermain family.

Carefully, Seras Victoria lays her idol on the lounge chair as he groans from the sharp pain he still suffers from. "Jesus…a little rougher next time?" he growls out.

"Sorry, I really am," she breaths out, slumping on the other lounge chair and giving the trophy of the gremlin on the stand a strange and curious look. She looks over to the distressed Quatermain and says to him, "When my raptors are…done with'm, sir. I'll try to scrounge up something to keep as a trophy."

"Don't bother, that fellow must be nothing but raptor shit by now," grunts Leonard gruffly, "but that was mighty damn impressive, I'll have to admit. Bloody nightmarish, but a good way to finish the blighter."

Seras smiles softly and scratches her head, "I guess it is, he was an annoying sod-off, wasn't he?"

"Indubitably," would be Leonard's response before wincing in pain as he clutches the side of his ribs. Seras almost gets up, but the hunter holds his hand up in disagreement as he starts readjusting his seating.

"Mr. Quatermain, if you need me to get you to the hospital," urges Seras Victoria, "I can get you there in hardly more than a minute."

"You'll waste time, you silly girl," he grunts to her, "if I was attacked, then the others are being assaulted as well."

"But you are in no shape to help Nemo," she tried to explain hurriedly, gripping the arms of the chair and preparing to leap out, "and I can't get into her submarine without-"

"Don't mind Nemo, she can take care of herself, Seras," he went on, coughing a bit, "it is your master that needs your aid, who knows what those Nazis have cooked up for him this time!" He wipes his brow as Seras slowly stands up, looking at Quatermain still with concern for his health. The cynical hunter glares up at her and barks out, "I do have a phone, I'll call one-one-twelve and I'll meet you at the hospital, now get the hell out of my bloody house or I'll shoot you in that air-headed noggin' of yours."

Seras stares at him for some time, then gives the old man a warm smile and nods obediently, "Yes. Yes sir."

As she darts out of the room, Quatermain groans and slouches in his chair, quickly pressing a hand on his side in pain before yelling back at her, "Damn it, girl, stop calling me a sir!"

The Banana Slug: Well, this was a hard one to right, and I do apologize for ANY confusion in this and the following chapters.

Anyway, as I was rereading my fanfic (on my phone), I noticed a hella amount of spelling errors. I apologize, but this is because of a lack of a beta reader for that. I have someone I show this to in order to keep the characters based on what the original made them so you don't rip my scrotum like that mother in Texas did to her young son, then superglue it back together and tell me to hit the sheets.

When I heard that story, I seriously wanted to deck that bitch.

Anyway, funny story, I almost wrote the emergency number as 911 instead of 112. Now that is embarrassing! Foof! Heheh!