I LIKE DA VAMPIRES

Everyone, I love vampires. In this story, a vampiric character OTHER than Vinny Vinny Vincent will appear. Ok, he's not a vampire, but whoa! Does he act like one!

(I mean, he sleeps in a coffin, has red eyes, come on…)

Anyway, today will be fun. Today is the day before the race, and both Sora and Roxas have to qualify. Wish em luck!

Oh, and by the way, my inner Irish being compels me to say…

BAR FIGHT!

"Bar Fight!" Cid yelled, and his yell was followed by screams and cheers of joy. As Sora leapt in to attack Kadaj, others in the bar leapt in to fight each other. Glasses smashed and tables crashed as the bartender cried silently and slipped out the back door.

Walking nonchalantly across the bar, Cid took a beer bottle out of the hands of someone who had lifted it up to smash onto another man's head; the man was too drunk to notice. Taking a big swig of the drink, Cid smashed a button on the juke box on the side of the room. Leaning back, he grinned at the song.

Ooh my little pretty one, pretty one.


When you gonna give me some time, Sharona?


Ooh you make my motor run, my motor run.


Gun it comin' off the line Sharona

Swinging his drink in the air to the beat of the song, Cid didn't notice the odd stranger in the red coat down the rest of his blood red drink and practically glide out the door, unnoticed.

Sora's keyblade and Kadaj's weapon slashed and dashed at each other, both boys grinning.

"What are you, brother's clone?" Kadaj muttered. Sora blinked.

"Brother?"

"Cloud Strife. He's my brother, in a sense." Sora laughed.

"I am not a Cloud clone, no matter what you guys insist!" He insisted. Kadaj smirked.

"Whatever you say, little brother." Sora looked stunned.

"Wha… you know what?" He shrugged. "I'm not even gonna ask."


Never gonna stop, give it up.


Such a dirty mind. Always get it up for the touch


of the younger kind. My my my i yi woo. M M M My Sharona...

Someone threw a table leg at Cid, and he blocked it easy. With that, he swigged the last of his beer, threw the bottle to the floor with a smash, and leapt into the fight by empaling a table full of fighters with his elbow.

With a thud, the table collapsed, and the fighters continued bashing heads on the floor.


Come a little closer huh, ah will ya huh.


Close enough to look in my eyes, Sharona.


Keeping it a mystery gets to me


Running down the length of my thighs, Sharona

Cid bent someone's knee and the man gave a girlish scream. Sora landed on his knees near Cid, and the older man grinned.

"Little boy! What are you doing in a bar fight? Don't you know –" He paused to punch someone in the eye. "That beer is bad for your health and bars are filled with bastards?"

Sora laughed. "Well, that explains a lot about you, Cid!" He parried an attack from Kadaj, and ended up sitting on the bar (which was falling apart).

"Hey, now! I attribute all the important things I've learned in life to bars. Women are best in numbers, Beer is man's only friend, and fighting eases stress." Sora and Cid shared a laugh.

Kadaj and Sora began fighting again, smashing the mirror behind the bar.


Never gonna stop, give it up. Such a dirty mind.


Always get it up for the touch


of the younger kind. My my my i yi woo. M M M My Sharona...

Someone shot a gun into the air, ceasing the fight. Cid punched one more guy out before sneaking away to the back door. Auron, Sora noticed, was still by the doorway.

Everyone in the room was shocked by the sight of who had shot the gun.

It was a woman, with long blonde hair and icy blue eyes. She wore a woman's suit, glasses, and had a cigar in her arm. A heavy jacket was laid laxly over her shoulders. Holstering her gun, she stepped into the bar with elegance over the blood and glass, sat on one of the last barstools, and waited.

"Well?" Her tone was icy. "Will no one give me a drink?"

Immediately, many men scrambled to aid her. It wasn't necessarily because she was beautiful, though she was, but it was more like she was intimidating. Cid ended up ceasing her thirst by serving her a nice big Bloody Mary.

When you gonna give it to me, give it to me.


It is just a matter of time Sharona


Is it just destiny, destiny?

The woman removed her gun from the holster again and shot the jukebox. Sora yelped, jumping out of the way. The jukebox was quieted immediately.

Sora was curious and confused, and looked to the intimidating woman. "Who are you?"

The woman snuffed her cigar in an ashtray that was cracked in half.

"Integra Wingates Hellsing. Sir Hellsing to you, boy."

Leon walked down the halls of the castle, headed to Tifa's hospital room. She was recovering slowly but steadily, and Leon was going to check on her recovery.

The odd thing was that Leon heard things when he was at her door. Odd noises… like grunts and moans.

Leon slowly opened the doorway.

The sight blinded him even worse than Tifa had been blind before. At least he only saw the sheets – but he could certainly make out movements beneath them and hear the noises.

Wide eyed, the man robotically shut the door, eyes twitching, mind blank, turning and walking away to anywhere but here.

"Mhmm!" That last noise was the breaking point, and Leon began fast walking away very, very quickly.

So, back at the bar, Cid, Sora, and Auron left, even more tired than when they arrived. On their way up, Cloud and Roxas approached them.

"Hey!" Sora chimed. Roxas and Sora slapped hands just as friends would. Unknown to them, the scary woman Integra was watching from afar. Auron noticed, and looked her in the eyes from the corner of his own. When their eyes met, Integra nodded and walked off, pride in every step.

"Bar fight?" Roxas complained. "You all get all the fun." He pouted.

"We have stalkers." Auron implied. Everyone looked to him.

"What?" Cloud implored.

"First of all, there was a man in a red coat in the bar who kept his eyes on us, and that woman Integra did the same. I've heard of them, the Hellsing family; Integra Hellsing is the leader of the Hellsing organization, and I've been told they entered in the race for information purposes." Sora looked baffled.

"Why?" Roxas pondered.

"Hellsing is a group that kills vampires." Cloud spoke. "Undoubtedly, they want information about the other living dead in the universe, like the Nobodies and Auron and such." Sora nodded.

"That makes sense. But if Integra leads that group, then who was the guy in red?"

"Perhaps…?" Auron and Cloud's eyes met.

"Hellsing's ultimate weapon. They say the Hellsing family has the king of vampires under their control. Perhaps that was him."

"He did have creepy teeth. And his drink was fucking red!" Cid proclaimed.

"Sure it was a Bloody Mary, chicken?" Roxas pointed out laughing. Cid glowered.

"Yes, I'm sure it was not Bloody Mary, though it might have been blood from Mary!" Cid shouted. Sora laughed. "Come on, y'all, I'm a professional Alcoholic, I know my beer from – blood." He shook his head. Cloud smirked.

"Yes, we can't deny his authority in the area of getting drunk and getting laid." Everyone laughed, and Cid held his head up proud. That produced more laughter.

Along with the quiet laughter of a man in red standing in the shadows, watching them from afar.

Sora and Roxas were standing in an elevator, both were goggles, red, flashing life-bracelets, and stoic looks.

It was time for the trials.

Sadly, Both Roxas and Sora were not only put in the same group, but also their test was at 1:33 in the morning. Roxas yawned.

Cid had gone to sleep (conked out drunk) but Cloud and Auron had stayed to watch.

As Sora and Roxas stepped out of the elevator and towards the track, a voice came on the loudspeaker.

"There are 21 racers in this trial, and three of them will go on to the real race; those that earn first, second, and third place. The race is 50 miles, with no time limit, and is two laps long. Anyone that crashes is disqualified, and any ties will have both entered into a new race for qualification."

Sora gulped when he realized that the man in red was in their group. He and Roxas shared anxious glances.

Stepping up, Sora gasped when he saw his bike.

"Whoa! Roxas, look at this!"

Giddy and excited, Roxas and Sora raced up to their elegant bikes, "The Angel that Flies on Wings of Death" and "Enlightened Lost Soul".

"I get the Angel!" Roxas proclaimed, revving it up with a grin. Sora moaned.

"Why do I get Soul?" Roxas smiled.

"Whose more like Death, you or me?" Sora pondered for a moment, before a stupid grin came on his face and he pointed at himself. Roxas threw his goggles at Sora like a slingshot, hitting him directly on the face.

The stranger in red laughed heavily.

Sora leapt up, clutching his nose and looking to the stranger. Roxas looked to him as well. He was riding a bike, a bit smaller and more elegant than their's, but intimidating and strong. It said on the side "Jesus is in Heaven Now". The man gave them a devilish grin.

"Who are you?" Sora implored curiously. The man chuckled.

"Isn't courtesy to give your own name before asking for one?" Roxas and Sora looked to each other.

"Roxas." Sora said pointing to his other. "And I'm Sora." He let go of his nose.

"One an anagram of the other." The man picked up on their names. "So, I'd say Roxas is a nobody?" Roxas looked stunned, and Sora baffled (with that stupid look again, lol).

"Keep it silent."

Sora looked ahead to see Auron glaring at the man, and then walking past to the two.

"Kids, Cid gives you his love and luck and tells you that he'll personally rip your arms off and stuff them down your throat if you so much as put a dent into either of these beautiful works of art. In his own words." Auron smiled. The color had drained from both boys faces. Sora sighed.

"We're in deep shit." Roxas nodded profusely.

With a smirk, Auron began walking back to his spot, but not without glaring at the man in red once last time.

"So?" Sora implored to the man curiously. "We gave you our names." The man looked up from under the brim of his hat. Sora realized he was wearing yellow glasses, but when he looked over them, the boy saw that the man's eyes were crimson red.

"Racers! Prepare for the test!" Sora gawked.

"Wait a minute!" He cried, yelling at the announcer. "I'm not gonna race yet!"

"Three…"

"Oh, man." Sora, complained, giving up and pulling his goggles down. Roxas reached his hand out, and Sora passed him his goggles. The two revved their bikes. The strange man revved his own.

"Alucard." The man spoke.

"Two…"

"What?" Roxas asked. The man grinned.

"My name is Alucard."

"One!"

And the race began.

(Because I am too lazy, you don't get to see the trial race. But you'll see the real race, don't worry.)

Sora and Roxas slumped into the hotel room. Cid was awake, and grinned at the two from his spot on the couch, watching t.v.

"How'd it go?" Cid implored. Sora groaned.

"I got second!" Roxas cheered. Sora grimaced.

"What happened, kid?" Cid said, looking past Roxas to Sora. Roxas grinned.

"He got third." Sora cringed.

"Shut up! I still got into the other race, so there!" Cid shook his head.

"So, who got first?" Sora and Roxas quieted down, looking to each other. Sora answered.

"Alucard." Cid blinked.

"Who?" Roxas told him that Alucard was the vampiric man. The color drained from Cid's face.

"Kids…" Cid walked into the kitchen. "For the race, I implore you to take care of the bikes, to help each other, and most of all…" He walked out of the kitchen with two onions in his hands.

"Keep garlic." He offered, placing one in Roxas' hands in one in Sora's. Sora squinted at his.

"Uhh… Cid?" Sora offered. Pointing at the 'garlic', he stated. "That's an onion."