Okay, so nobody has come up with filler (Including myself) so I'm just going to go ahead and start doing my plotline. But you can still pop in ideas, I won't mind. I'm just tying up some ideas I had earlier, and then starting on the BIG IDEA. So here goes nothing. Also, where are you guys? Earlier it was like, bam, bam, bam, bam, I had reviews pouring down my throat. Now I'm all alone… in the great empty space of the electronic networks…all alone… well, to be fair, flameslavier has been reviewing a little bit. But other than that, I'm all alone…
Zara's POV:
I sat back down on my bed, wincing. "What excuse am I going to use? I can't just say "Oh, well, my ancestors who brought me back to life didn't like that I was sleeping with Alucard, so they attacked me, and they only exist in my own head." No one would believe me, and they'd focus more on the whole "sleeping with Alucard" thing anyway." He rubbed his chin, pacing back and forth. "We'll just say you're sleeping in. You are a teenager." I sighed, laying down on the bed. "But what do I do until my wounds are healed?" He rolled his eyes. "Sleep." I considered this for a moment. "But I'm not tired." I whined, rolling over. He put his head in his hands. "I take that back. You're a toddler."
I sat up. "No, there's a fine line between toddlers and teenagers. See, toddlers put everything in their mouths, and teenagers are constantly hooked into a media device. But they're both whiny, grabbing, shrieking, pushing, overly social, and want things. Get it?" He sighed, sitting down next to me. "Not really. Am I going to have to hypnotize you?" I scotched away from him. "No. I'll go to sleep, I promise." I quickly lay down, covering myself with the blankets. "See? Sleeping." I heard him chuckle, and before I could duck all the way under the covers he kissed my nose. I made a show of wiping it, before he phased through the door. I closed my eyes, already drifting back to sleep.
Alucard's POV:
A few hours later, I figured it was time to wake Zara up. I phased into her room, frowning when I saw she wasn't there. I sniffed, smelling her scent, but no one else's. Her trail led out the window, dropping down to ground level before sneaking off through the forest. I followed it, feeling a flash of alarm when I saw it led straight to the sea. We had cliffs that led to the sea, and one small beach, and I didn't know why she would go to either. At least I hoped I didn't. Thankfully, the trail led to the beach instead of the cliffs. She was standing in the surf, about waist deep in water, still in her pajamas. "Zara! Get back here!" I yelled, feeling angry.
She didn't seem to hear me, and she walked a pace further in. I was extremely confused, until I spotted a flash of movement offshore. A shark's fin, swimming in a circle. Then, as I watched in horror, it twitched and began heading straight for Zara. Seemingly oblivious to my increasingly desperate calls and the sharks fin, she crouched down in the water, barely keeping her mouth above the surface. I remembered my guns, but before I could even aim, she suddenly dove under the surface, and the shark's fin stopped, hanging in the water. I was going to shoot the shark anyway, but I froze when I saw her hand appear on the fin, gently stroking it. What the…?
Zara's POV:
In my dream, Mark was swimming in front of me, very panicked. "Shark-not-shark not hurt?" he asked, moving close to me. Shark-not-shark not very hurt. I said, wanting to be truthful. He gently grabbed my arm in his teeth, attempting to tug me farther out to sea. "Shark-not-shark needs to get away. Bad thing here." I let him drag me, stroking his dorsal fin to calm him down. Bad thing? He let go of me, swimming in a circle as he tried to think. "Very bad thing. Fast like Mako, fierce like barracuda. Strong like octopus. Bad thing." He somehow gave me a image, which was more smell than picture.
A dim image, like the hull of a ship seen from the sea. Flashes of light, like explosions, and then a few drops of blood hit the water. They smelled strange, like… Mark. I giggled. That's a vampire. I know that one. He's not so bad. Mark gave me a suspicious look out of the corner of his eye. "Know? Vampires not known. Vampires kill." I shook my head, small streamers of bubbles rising from it. Like, I swim with him sometimes, and he's part of my pod. I knew no fishy words, so I used concepts when in a pickle. He hunts for me. He…umm… he's a friend. I ran out of concepts right about there.
Mark suddenly lurched in the water. Mark? He shook himself, wiggling in the water like a eel. "Mark feels strange…" he suddenly bucked in the water, and I swear he was compacting. MARK! I couldn't believe my eyes. He was compacting, shrinking into a tiny ball of light. I reached out for him, and the ball suddenly darted toward my chest, absorbing into it and disappearing. I sniffled, even though I was underwater. Mark… I heard his voice again. Shark-not-shark? Mark is here. But Mark feels strange. Mark is trapped. Mark wants out! I felt something inside of me change, and for a second my skin grew tiny little sandpaper ridges. OUT! I bucked, twisting in the water.
I felt my arms suddenly contract, and blinked. I tried to turn my head to see what was going on, but it couldn't turn without the rest of my body following. I tried kicking my legs, and a powerful tail swished behind me. I gasped, trying to breathe air, and water flooded my lungs. But then it flooded out, just as fast. What the heck? I felt something rise to the surface of my thoughts. Mark feels much better. Hey, Mark can see much better too! I would have swallowed, but I was doing it already. Umm, Mark? Shark-not-shark just grew gills. And a tail. And shark-not-shark looks like a shark now. WHAT DID MARK DO!? He paused to consider this. Mark got out. I tried to calm myself. Mark get back in? Shark-not-shark does not belong like a shark.
I felt him reluctantly subside, then I was kicking towards the surface, hacking and expelling water from my lungs. My entire body felt like I had been squeezed through a steel pipe, and I think my bones were throbbing. Probably a byproduct of shapeshifting. Damn I hurt! I looked down at myself. I was wearing my pajamas. Thank god this is just a dream. Poor Mark! I heard someone calling my name. "Alucard?" I said, working my jaw back and forth. It still felt a little weird. I was suddenly snatched from the water, and pressed against Alucard's jacket front. "Hey, wait, I thought vampires can't go in water?" I said into his chest. Of course, I am dreaming.
He held me away from him. "They can't. I had to phase there and back very quickly to get you." Then he seemed to remember something. "Which reminds me, WHY THE HELL WERE YOU IN THE OCEAN!?" I blinked. "I don't know. This is the weirdest dream I've had in ages." He snorted. "I've heard of sleepwalking, but you are ridiculous. Somehow, in your sleep, you walked all the way out here and dove in the ocean to confront a shark. I didn't see the rest." I rubbed the back of my head. "Oh. Hey, is there anything in my mouth, it feels weird." I opened it, and he raised his eyebrows. "Nothing in it, no. Your teeth, however, have morphed into shark teeth in the back."
I grabbed a mirror from my pajama pocket and looked at my back teeth. "Cool" I said, seeing that my back teeth had become all long and pointy, like Mark's. "So I can shapeshift now? 'Cause I think I just did, and I was a shark. How cool is that?" He sighed, stroking my hair. "If I say to never do that again, will you listen?" I shrugged. "Maybe. I'll try, but since I was doing it in my sleep I have no clue if I can stop myself." I felt my teeth shrinking, which was a relief, because they were not easy to talk with. "Also, I think I was only doing it to go get Mark." He blinked. "Mark?"
I grinned at him. "He's my shark! That one day I got bit, that was because Mark had gotten bitten by another shark and I had to get him away safely so-" Alucard interrupted me. "So you got him to attack you? Not a smart move. You almost died." I glared up at him. "No. He only bit me once, to get my blood flowing so it would attract other sharks that would have been attacking him instead. All the other stuff was a different shark." He raised his eyebrows. "Well, you'll have some explaining to do with Sir Integra." I shrugged. "Also, we need to build a shark tank, because if we don't I think Mark will go cuckoo. " He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Anything else?"
I shrugged. "Not really." He nodded, grabbing my arm and phasing back to the Manor. I put on some normal people clothes, silently thanking the fact I wasn't going to be a sleepwalker, at least hopefully. When I got to the kitchen, I saw everyone staring at Techno, who was gaping at a letter he held in his hands. I peered over his shoulder, trying to read it. "You are cordially invited to the Convention of Twelve, held this year at the Vatican. There will be groups for hire, as well as all the top occult organizations and their heads. Mercenary groups are required to have an invitation to enter and may not exceed four members. Formal wear is not required, although advised. Be aware that small contests of arms will be going on, although most will refrain from such activities. This is neutral ground, and no group is allowed to challenge another on previous grievances. It will be held on the First of August, starting at 8'o clock sharp and ending at midnight. Lunch and dinner provided."
I grabbed the letter, running towards Integra's office. "I don't have to go, do I?" I begged, shoving it at her. She skimmed it, raising her eyebrows. "Of course you do. You are the descendant of one of the greatest vampire hunting families in history. If it makes you feel any better, Pip and your friends will have to come too." I banged my head against the wall. "No, it does not. Why-why-why-why-why-why!" Each why was accompanied by a thud as I smacked my head against the wall. Alucard phased into the room, looking dejected. "Do I have to come too?" Integra glared at him. "Of course, or are you going to leave me unprotected?" He sighed, muttering "I would this time, if it's all the same to you." We both sighed. "Just get out." Integra said, flicking her hands at us. I stalked out, followed by Alucard.
"What are we going to do?" I moaned, putting my head in my hands. He growled. "Show up, then leave as soon as possible." I shook my head. "Integra will want you to stay, and I'm going to be what everyone's staring at. After all, I did come back from the dead." He sighed, fingering one of his guns. "Stupid no hostility rule. Everything would be so much more interesting if we could fight." I rubbed my chin. "Why couldn't you challenge someone to a small duel?" He snorted. "Have you ever seen me and Anderson fight? Our duels have a way of getting out of hand."
"Wait…" I said, remembering part of the letter. "It said no group can fight because of previous grievances. What would they do if a fight broke out because of something someone said there?" He stared at me for a moment, then grinned. "You would have to be very sneaky about it." I nodded. "I can be very sneaky when I need to be. After all, I survived by pickpocketing." He pulled me close to him and kissed the top of my head. "You are a diabolical genius." He phased away, and I walked down the hall, thinking of a way to start a fight with a bunch of fanatics. This was going to be fun.
If you think I was being desperate, well, the convention of Twelve (which I entirely made up, I think. If something similar is called the same thing, no copywrite intentions) is supposed to be a yearly thing. They're going to build a shark tank for Mark, yay! What chaos will Alucard and Zara cause at a party? Oh, if only you knew… it's going to be awesome! *evil laugh* I am slightly more motivated than when I started this, yay! But don't hesitate to give me ideas, let your little schemes loose! I promise to do my best writing them up! Writing for this is so much fun, maybe when I'm done I can do a bunch of oneshots, like a after/middle/before story booklet! Oh man, that just got me really inspired. You better hope I finish this before I start writing that! R, Request, Rcomment. Auf Wedersien!