A/N: Just a quick fragment I wanted to try out, still not feeling better yet.

Why, I think I've discovered a new emotion. Something between Sorrow and Hatred.

Remember the incident I mentioned the other day? Its basically seeping into my thoughts like a poison.

I'm a bit of a hysteric mess at the moment, so please forgive any grammar issues. My job is just being plain spiteful to me now, considering the fact that they tried to screw me; to which I up and left for the day.

Amazingly, I still have said job, and they "forgave" me for walking out.

It certainly doesn't help that even if I get past this, they've all but devastated my mindset towards them. I felt safe there. Comfortable even. Now I feel like, even if we sort this out, it's going to feel as if I have a scythe hanging over my head, ready to drop at the slightest provocation. Who's to say they won't find some other way to get rid of me? Who's to say that all of my time there wasn't just one big waste? All that stress literally gave me a heart attack. Nevermind the fact that I may or may not be DYING! Ha. Haha. Hahaha! Its a wonder I haven't gone bonkers!

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This is also a hint of things to come, considering tomorrow's update.

Because folks were asking about Chaldea.

Now, then. Without further adieu!

Here. We. Go.

Thoughts?

"No man can defeat me."

"Ah, but what then is a man-

"Don't say it. DON'T YOU DARE."

~?

A Most Unlikely Vampire

Vlad opened his eyes.

It came as something of a surprise that he would be summoned again at all; it felt like mere moments had passed since his defeat. Yet when the call came he answered it readily all the same. A tiny voice the begged and pleaded for aid in the fight to save humanity, and unthinkingly he had answered. How unlike him. Yet he could feel that something was different. This time, the king knew had not manifested in the Lancer class. He could feel the difference in his Saint Graph from the moment he manifested, just as he too experienced an annoying burn in the back off his throat. No, he was not a Lancer.

Nay, for he had unintentionally been summoned as a Berserker himself. Oh, the irony.

It was enough to make a man mad.

And so he laughed.

Even now, as the light faded, he felt a familiar phantom pain in his chest where his heart should have been. Where his heart had been torn out by that brutal Berserker. When he looked down his chest remained hale and whole, yet the pain persisted; an old memory carved upon his soul. Perhaps that lingering pain would follow him for the rest of his days. Just the thought of it was enough to elicit a sigh. If this was the price he was to pay for his foolishness then so be it. He would bear this burden and hold no grudges for his defeat.

It had been a worthy duel and he'd died as a man, not a monster.

The defeat was wholly his; now he hoped for a chance to redeem himself, and perhaps fight alongside him. If this was Chaldea, as the Throne informed him, then perhaps he would have his chance. Surely he was not the only Servant here. He could certainly sense...something in the distance, muddled by the walls of the chamber. A large, teeming mass of energy slowly making its way towards him. Another Servant perhaps? Several? He couldn't be sure, but it almost felt like...ah, but he digressed. The girl before him-such bright, flaming hair-was gazing back at with awe and wonder, awaiting his response.

He'd repay her courtesy.

"Servant, Berserker." he intoned regally, inclining his head. "I have answered your summons. My true name is Vlad Tepes." a pause followed. "Tell me, is that man here?"

Much to his bemusement, the girl actually unbent enough to sketch a hasty bow before tilting her head at him. "I don't understand. What man?"

"My apologies." Vlad said. "You would know him as...Naruto, I believe his name was. His class was Berserker, much like mine own."

"Well, there's two of them." Fujimaru explained with a long-suffering sigh. "Avenger came first. Pride came...after."

"Pride?" He arched an eyebrow in mild consternation at her turn-of-phrase. "I know of no such class."

"We're pretty sure he's a Berserker, but he won't let us call him anything else."

Sure enough, a loud crash answered her as the doors rushed open.

And he found himself faced with the impossible.

...why are there two of you?"

A/N: Aaaaaand there we go. Sorry this isn't an update for one of my other stories, I'm...just dealing with a lot of crap.

Also, that sad little bastard calling me a review whore can fuck right off.

Reviews are love. Reviews are life. Reviews make me strive.

What's wrong with enjoying those, I ask you?!

So in the Immortal Words of Atlas...

...Review Would You Kindly?

Here, have a preview.

(Previews!)

"Listen here, muscles. Don't go picking fights with Heracles! Its not allowed!"

Pride scoffed.

"Who decided that?"

Jiraiya looked left.

Jiraiya looked right, then...

"Ladies, I can explain. This is a misunderstanding."

"Oh?" Altera tilted her head.

Nero was only a heartbeat behind.

Artoria's reaction proved more profound. "EXCALIBUR...

"Nononononowaitjustasecond!"

...MORGAN!"

Chaldea shook with the sheer force of the explosion that followed.

R&R~! =D