Disclaimer: Here we go folks! The next few chapters should be posted more frequently. As I said before; the research necessary for the past couple has been more challenging than I thought. Even though this is fiction, it takes place in a live historical setting so it still has to have some semblance of realism. Aside from that, on to the story.
The Order of the Cross encounters a ferocious new opponent. Captain Reznov and his men do battle with the new menace and in doing so begin to realize they may not leave this foreboding place alive.
In New York, the Salvatore Brothers unleash a massive assault on the facility controlled by LOD. Jacob, Ramone and Jason, assisted by a large pack of Werewolves brutally slaughter all in their path. But when Jacob manages to finally free Lucian from his confines, he finds much to his horror the depth by which Klaus has forged him into a powerful and extremely deadly weapon.
Hellsing secures their device, but in doing so Integra makes a shocking discovery.
Get ready, the time to meet Klaus is drawing near. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own neither Devil May Cry nor Hellsing, all credit goes to the original authors, do not sue me.
Chapter Twenty Six- The Tomb: Part II
Klaus rested at his throne, legs crossed; hands' resting on the arm rest of his seat as his head was tilted back. His body then twitched as his head slowly leaned straight. His eyes narrowed as a faint chuckle escape his lips. Below him, one of his servants, a beautiful woman dressed in elegant black and red robes approached. She could sense a disturbance within him, something she almost never felt.
"Klaus…" she said. Klaus slowly turned to look at her.
"Is something wrong? Is something disturbing you?" she asked concerned. Though she couldn't see it behind the mask he wore, a small and wicked smile formed.
"They've found him. After all this time, he has been found. It won't be long before I can finally leave this state I am in now. This.." Klaus said trailing off as his servant waited.
"Is but another step to bringing about true peace" Klaus said again chuckling.
Meanwhile in New York…
"LYCANS!" Shouted three guards as they began opening fire. Wielding MP5 rifles, they fired frantically on the dozens of Werewolves which stormed the front entrance of the facility. The Werewolves howled and roared, sprinting forward with some crawling along the walls and ceilings. Reaching the guards they brutally slaughtered them, ripping them to pieces as blood splattered the ground and walls. Thus began the retaliation strike executed by the Salvatore Brothers.
Ramone sprinted into the entrance way followed closely by his brothers. He gazed ahead at the long hallway. The light flickered on and off, the wall and ceiling caked thick with blood. With a quick sniff, he inhaled three times.
"Lucian is close. But…something is wrong. His scent is…erratic. It's not like before." Ramone stated. He quickly raised his assault rifle as he heard more shouting. A large contingent of guards stormed in from one of the narrow corridors, directly between the trio and the first portion of wolves which had entered.
"Silver ammunition loaded. FIRE!" they shouted unleashing a storm of bullets. The silver ammunition meeting its mark; the wolves howling in agony as it burned their bodies with some instantly falling dead. The Salvatore Brothers retaliated; each one firing on the guards while taking cover to avoid any return fire. Jacob shot two guards in the head while his brothers finished the rest. Behind them, more Werewolves began storming the entrance. Each wolf snarling, growling and flexing their claws.
"More guards will be coming, and then they'll shut this facility down. We don't have much time. Jason, where is the building plan we stole?" Ramone asked reloading his rifle as Jason walked up, pulling a sheet from his back pocket.
"Based on these readings, Lucian will most likely be kept in secured containment. He was Klaus' most prized experiment, so they'll have heavy security guarding him. We're here at the main entrance, two levels down in the North wing is the weapons division. Rumor has it they've been experimenting on devil arms. The next level up is a security clearance. The very top level is their biological logistics division. He'll be there." Jason said placing the sheet away.
"We'll need to split up" Ramone said turning as more wolves began pouring into the building. "Jason, take a contingent of wolves and search the weapons division. I'll go and deal with the security clearance. Jacob, you go and search the logistics division." He explained as each of his brothers nodded. Ramone then dashed ahead, followed by dozens of Werewolves who howled and roared as they sprinted after him.
Jason turned to Jacob, "Be safe bro, I'll see you soon" as he too dashed ahead followed by the remainder of the pack they led. Jason turned left, heading for the weapons division. Jacob meanwhile cocked his rifle and sprinted straight ahead.
Jason led his wolves down two levels, entering a massive underground chamber. As they exited the stair case they came under heavy fire by a large contingent of guards. Jason unleashed a steady stream of bullets from his assault rifle. To guards fell to the floor, their bodies convulsing before ripping to shred. Two ghoulish imp like creatures with sharp talons and fangs now stood low to the ground, hissing and baring their fangs.
"Oh shit, these guards must be inhabited by demons" Jason said curiously. The two demons charged toward Jason. Jason dropped his rifle, raising his left hand as his nails soon turned to talon like claws. In three quick motions he utterly eviscerated his foes, blood and entrails spewing to the floor. The Werewolves behind him roared and charged forward, viciously dueling more guards with some being torn to shreds. One wolf reared back after biting off the head of one guard, shaking it before tossing it aside.
While Jason and his force of wolves battled the guards a bigger threat was approaching. In addition to their armed security forces, the guards unleashed several of the experimental weapons.
Jason looked up, the freight doors opening as a deep rumbling formed. Six massively tall and brutish figures began slowly walking towards him. They were dressed in thick and heavy battle armor and wielded large shield with flaming spiked maces. They wore helmets resembling metallic skulls, with the eyeholes flaming giving them a fearsome appearance. Banging their maces these new additions immediately sprinted toward Jason.
"Ah, FINALLY SOME ACTION!" he shouted. He gave a howl as he sprinted forward, claws lengthening as he was backed by his wolves. One of the figures swung the mace straight for his skull. Jason leaned back, avoiding it as a charging Werewolf pounced and knocked it back. Three more wolves surrounded the second being. It crushed one wolf with its mace before smashing the second away with its shield. Jason fired from his rifle, the bullets harmlessly deflecting off the armor. Realizing this, he dropped his gun. His eyes flashed, his fangs and teeth lengthening as he gave a cruel and wicked grin, his claws turning to sharp talons.
"Come on" he said lowly as he dashed in a swift blur. He took his right hand, piercing through the armor and chest of one of the guards as its howled in pain. Blood oozed out as Jason laughed and took his free hand and eviscerated it, entrails spewing out. The remaining figures all charged. Jason reduced them to nothing; tearing through with his claws, ripping and biting with his fangs as he tore them to shreds. In moments he was surrounded by their severed body parts. Jason grinned, his fangs bared as he chuckled.
"You've fought well to best them. They were still in the test stages but for a single wolf to slaughter them is remarkable"
Jason turned, seeing a man in a white lab coat and uniform flanked by four guards approach him. Grinning, his fangs again grew as he chuckled.
"More meat, good. My claws haven't tasted enough blood" Jason stated. The man in the lab coat cocked his head. "I would be careful, Werewolf, you may be in over your head" he said as his eyes suddenly shifted color, turning red with green irises. The armed guards beside him did the same. Jason's eyes widened. "Oh ho, so these are the vampires we heard about. This is what happens when you give Vampires demon blood" he stated turning to face this new menace.
The man in the lab coat grinned, his own fangs growing as he chuckled. He bobbed his head as the guards behind him hissed and sprinted toward him as Jason growled and charged.
Meanwhile, Ramone was busy dealing with a fight of his own. He narrowed his eyes at the squad of soldiers lined up and aiming their weapons at him. "Prepare to fire on-!" said the commander. He never got the chance to finish. Before he knew it, Ramone had suddenly dashed forward with exceptional speed. He appeared as a flowing blur, leaving a faint after image in his wake. With one motion he proceeded to decapitate the entire squadron of soldiers in a gory manner as their heads flew off, sending a geyser of blood squirting out as the heads rolled to the floor.
Letting the blood drip to the floor, Ramone turned back. Tapping his ear piece he spoke. "Guys, this is the third checkpoint I've gone through. He's not here" Ramone stated.
"Yeah well glad you're having so much fun! I'm dealing with those new kind of vampires we heard about. Shit these bastards are stronger then I imagined. Jake, how you holding up?" Jason shouted from his line.
"I found him" Jacob replied.
Both Ramone and Jason froze, despite the latter being in the midst of combat. "What?" Ramone said stammering.
In the logistics division, Jacob had entered a high tech lab where, to his horror he found his brother. Lucian Salvatore was Klaus' most prized weapon, subject to twisted genetic experimentation. Jacob entered the lab, the door sliding open as he stepped inside. It was cold, much colder than he expected. There were two large steel tables standing perpendicular from each other in the center of the room, there were rows of desks and consoles wired into the wall as Jacob surveyed the room.
And straight ahead was a large cryogenic tank. Inside, was Lucian Salvatore, kept in cryo-stasis. The machine beeping every few seconds as a nearby machine monitored his vitals.
Jacob removed his hat, placing it on the table as he walked up to the tank. He took his hand, wiping away some of the frost clinging to the glass. He could see Lucian's face; his skin a sickly pale gray color with his lips deep blue from his cold storage. His eyes were closed and he was entirely naked, his ripped and muscular frame exposed.
With a heavy sigh Jacob again tapped his ear piece. "We did it guys. We did it" he said.
"Jakey! Hang tight we're on the way!" Ramone replied from his line. Jacob turned his attention back to Lucian's tank. He moved his hand over to the activation unit, pressing a large green button. A moment later there was a message flashing on the adjacent screen reading "Cryo storage de-activated". The glass began de-frosting as steam hissed out. Color began returning to Lucian's face as his body slowly began moving.
Jacob watched; a single tear rolling down his cheek. "Big bro…what did they do to you?"
At Hellsing…
"Have you acquired it yet, Sir Integra?" Sir Penwood asked as Integra began yet another meeting of the Round Table. Integra calmly nodded her head and crossed her legs as she sat up straight in her seat.
"We've received word that Alucard and Seras have acquired the Anima. Father Anderson of Iscariot assisted as well. The issue now gentlemen is the issue of security; where do we go about keeping it contained until we figure out the proper course of action?" Integra asked.
One of the members said, "Perhaps here at your headquarters?"
Sir Islands said "I do not think this to be wise. Your mansion though secure would become a top level target should the enemy grow aware of our plans" he said.
Integra said nothing, remaining silent before sighing. "At this point we can't afford to be careless. Once Alucard and Seras return we can work out a better strategy to-" Integra explained but was cut off by the direct line beeping. Pressing it she said "Can it wait? We are in the middle o-"
"Madam, please forgive the interruption but this is a matter of utter urgency. We are in a critical state right now" Walter stated as Integra placed him on speaker.
"What is it Walter?" another member asked.
"Sir, we've received word of some disturbing information. A Vatican official was just apprehended apparently trying to gain an audience before her Majesty the Queen. Our forces managed to apprehend him before such an event occurred. While questioning he revealed some information. Apparently, the Vatican has been dealing with the group called LOD for some time now. They have allegedly been combating them long before they fought the rising scourge of the vampire race."
Sir Islands narrowed his eyes before turning to Integra. "Is this true Integra?" he asked.
"I'm afraid so. I didn't get the chance to explain it yet but I have uncovered information with dire implications. Walter is correct in that the Vatican has been fighting LOD for centuries but it gets worse. We have reason to suspect that LOD actually began in the early Christian church. A member of the British Evangelical society has come forth with research indicating things like the beginning of LOD around the time Paul began his missionary travels, the origin of their leader, Klaus as well as where Klaus is allegedly buried." Integra explained.
"LOD beginning with the church? Preposterous!" another member shouted.
"We thought so too. But upon further investigation with the Vatican official we apprehended we realized that something was amiss. This individual seemed to be under some strange sort of hypnosis. He also revealed that Klaus is plotting towards some strange ritual in order to 'reclaim that which was lost, to restore himself to his former power and glory and to usher mankind to a new age of glory and peace'" Walter stated.
Everyone in the meeting grew silent. Just as Integra prepared to speak Walter then said "Ma'am, I have Mr. Sokolov on the other line. He says it is urgent"
"Really Integra we were in the middle of a meeting" Sir Penwood said shaking his head. Integra ignored him. "Put him through Walter" she said. Moments later Vladimir spoke.
"Integra, listen to me very carefully as it is utterly crucial. We thought our mission would be simple but we were wrong. Klaus has once again proven far craftier than we ever anticipated."
Integra's eyes widened; she had never heard him sound so intense, not even during the battle in St. Petersburgh. "What's the matter Vladimir?" she asked.
"I sent my forces to Egypt. While there we learned that LOD launched a massive assault in the city of Prague. Klaus unleashed Theokoles as he used his other minions to acquire an artifact he will need to restore his former body" Vladimir stated.
"Mr. Sokolov, this is Sir Hugh Islands speaking of the Convention of Twelve. I am sorry we could not properly discuss these events in person but I am at a loss. You said Klaus needs to restore his former body? What do you mean" he asked.
Vladimir then answered, "We've acquired new information pointing more towards the true identity of the man leading LOD. Sir, it is our belief that the man calling himself Klaus is an imposter. The real Klaus is not the individual leading LOD right now. In fact, the real Klaus may not even be alive, at least in a conventional sense. We've come to believe all of these plots were to misguide and re-direct our forces while he seeks his former power. Even more disturbing, Klaus may in fact be looking for his original body and form. We still don't know how but one thing is for certain; the real Klaus is not among LOD and the enemy is closing in fast on finding him" Vladimir explained.
Immediately the members of the Round Table began frantically discussing this latest development. Integra grew silent before saying, "Vladimir…there is something you should know. I hadn't the time to properly tell you but I must now. Klaus is allegedly buried in Egypt"
"….Integra, where in Egypt?" Vladimir asked so low it was almost a whisper. "In the Valley of the Kings. I'm so sorry I couldn't tell you sooner. Vladimir, please alert your forces as soon as possible, I fear something terrible is bound to happen" Integra stated.
"I will do that. Gentlemen of the Round Table I thank you for granting me this audience. Sir Integra.." Vladimir began as Integra's eyes narrowed into a disturbed expression.
"Thank you" and with that Vladimir hung up.
Back in New York…
Jacob watched as Lucian's body twitched. His fingers slowly curling into a tight fist. Suddenly Lucian's eyes shot open, his face contorting into a furious glare. With his right fist he smashed through the containment glass releasing the remainder of the frost in the process. Lucian's rage was such, he even gripped Jacob by the neck in a vice like grip.
"I'M GOING TO KILL KLAUS!" Lucian shouted as he broke through, slamming Jacob to the ground. Jacob struggled under his brother's obscene strength. Gasping for air he managed to say.
"Wait, Lucian! It's me, Jakey! I'm your baby bro remember?" Jacob stammered. Lucian's amber eyes intensified as he focused. Suddenly there were flashes of memories occurring in his mind. He remembered his life from well over 2,000 years ago. He remembered his parents; Antonio and Alessandra Salvatore who at the time, were the most powerful Werewolves alive and of whom the entire Werewolf society both feared and adored. And most important, he remembered his brothers, Ramone, Jason and Jacob. He remembered the first time they transformed. He remembered always guiding them, teaching them and above else, protecting them. His most cherished memories with his brothers was when they all were very young. Lucian would take them down by a secluded meadow near their home where they would play and run and jump until the sun began to set.
Lucian froze, horrified of what he nearly did. "Jakey…"
Jacob relaxed as Lucian slowly released his grip. "How did you find me?" Lucian asked standing to full height as he helped his brother up. Jacob stared, checking his appearance despite his nude form.
Lucian was exactly as he had last remembered; He had dark brown hair similar to his siblings only his hair was kept in a long pony tail reaching past his shoulders. He had fair colored skin and a muscular and deeply ripped physique as well as the typical amber colored eyes denoting his status as a Werewolf.
"We've been tearing through all of Klaus' facilities until someone finally gave you up. Don't worry bro, we're busting you out. The others are tearing this facility up as we speak" Jacob said dusting off his clothes.
Lucian didn't speak, for some time. He then sighed. "It's been far too long. Any news on Klaus' next objective?" he asked. Jacob prepared to answer when an alarm began sounding.
"Subject Zero escaping containment. All alert levels set to deathcon six"
Lucian frowned, "Jacob, let's move" he said suddenly sprinting out of the room.
Jacob and Lucian turned the corner, running at full speed. The alarm continued sounding. They turned at the next right running down the hall way before making another turn.
They came to the elevator hall, two elevators on each side. They found themselves facing a large force of armed sentries. Cocking their rifles they shouted "Do not move!". Behind the soldiers, a tall, lanky and thin man in a luxurious well-tailored light gray suit walked forward, a cocky smirk spread wide on his face.
Lucian and Jacob were only now 25 feet away. Lucian growled a shis eyes flashed. "Lucian Salvatore, how foolish to think Klaus would allow you to leave. You are his favorite pet after all. Surrender and no harm shall befall your brothers" he threatened.
Lucian's eyes narrowed. "Jacob, go and find Ramone and Jason. Tell them to leave this facility"
Jacob's eyes widened. "But bro, we just got you back! We can't…I can't lose you again!" he said frantically. Lucian held out his hand to calm his brother, his back turned, eyes dead set on the soldiers.
"You won't. Give me five minutes alone. I'll kill them and anymore of Klaus' minions. Five minutes little brother" Lucian said slowly turning around. He then gave Jacob a warm and loving smile. "And then we can be a family again" he said.
Jacob stared back, holding back his emotions. Nodding he sniffed and said, "I'll see you at home bro". Jacob turned and sprinted in the opposite direction. Lucian immediately turned and faced the soldiers before him. The elevator doors opened as about twenty more filled the hall. The man in the suit chuckled.
"You made two big mistakes. The first was thinking that I, Lucian Salvatore would roll over like a dog and submit to that fool Klaus. The second mistake" Lucian stated as his voice began growing deeper. His body shook, the muscles tightening. The soldiers again cocked their rifles and took aim.
"Was threatening my little brothers. No one, threatens, my little brothers" Lucian said in an inhuman and feral grunt. His eyes flashed; his sclera turning blood red as his amber eyes flashed to a gold color.
Four soldiers began firing. Lucian moved too fast. With one motion he charged behind them, taking his right hand and swiping it, brutally decapitating his foes as their heads snapped off and blood gushed out. He didn't stop his rampage there as the remaining guards began opening fire. Their high caliber bullets piercing and ripping through his body as he stood there. The soldiers then watched, to their horror as the silver rounds did nothing to halt Lucian's attack. The man in the suit stood there, horrified. How could a Werewolf shrug off so many silver rounds?
Lucian ripped out the heart of one guard before turning and biting into the jugular of another a she cried out. Blood oozed from Lucian's mouth as he ripped out a massive chunk and spat it out. Lucian kicked a third guard away as the rest continued firing.
"It is hopeless. Silver doesn't work, not on one such as I. I hate to admit it, but I guess I owe it to Klaus. Had he not given me a rather…interesting 'serum' I might not be able to shrug these bullets off" Lucian said facing the guards as his wounds instantly closed up, healing at twice the normal rate a Werewolf typically experienced.
"Consider yourselves privileged. I've not used this form since I first acquired. But I've been kept in stasis for too long and I plan on raising a little hell!" Lucian said beginning to chuckle. His hair began flowing before slowly rising; the band holding it in a ponytail popped as his hair now flowed freely. With a sharp growl he staggered forward; the soldiers armed before him slowly retreating in fear. Lucian began increasing in size, his muscles expanding as he grew in height and stature. His fangs and teeth grew in size, his red sclera and gold eyes flashing as his nails turned to lethally sharp talon like claws. Jet black fur began sprouting all over him, his ears pointing up, his face contorting into a lupine snout as another feral growl escaped his throat.
Lucian's transformation continued as he kicked into the next step; his body suddenly violently jolting forward as he dropped to all fours. Lucian reared back and roared, a powerful and deafening sound causing the walls to shake. Lucian continued growing in size, his muscles rippling and trembling with great power as his hulking physique loomed over the guards.
Now standing a staggering 12 feet tall with powerful and deep rounded muscles, Lucian curled his snout back in a fierce grimace as he flexed his claws. He then chuckled; his tongue flopping over his fangs as the guards panicked and again opened fire.
"Time to die mortals!" Lucian roared and charged. Despite his massive and hulking frame, he moved with frightening speed. Each step causing the floor and walls to rumbled. Raising one paw, he smashed down on two of the guards before swiping three more with his claws. Roaring, clawing, smashing and biting Lucian continued his gory rampage as he utterly eviscerated his enemies.
Back in Egypt…
Captain Reznov grabbed his radio as his men began moving about the chamber. "Again say that again base camp" he said as his men listened in. From base camp, Amun began speaking as the radio clicked over.
"Based on what Vladimir told us, the enemy may be moving in. What you are looking at may very well be Klaus's tomb site. Listen Captain, we're rounding up the other units at the tomb site. We're deploying a team down to secure the tomb site so that we can properly contain the sarcophagus. Hang tight captain" Amun said as the radio clicked.
Captain Reznov sighed and stuffed it back into its holster. Suddenly he froze; that same stench from before filled his nostrils as he wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"CAPTAAAAAAAIIIN!" one of his officers wailed as he began blindly firing off into the darkness of the interior. A powerful and oppressive roar filled the chamber and causing all the guards to immediately arm themselves. The officer firing shouted obscenities before crying out in agony as a massive black shape tackled him to the ground. The stench from earlier grew stronger as there was another roar, an inhuman grunt followed by a sickening wet crunch and soft slapping sound. Captain Reznov and the other soldiers opened fire; the black shadow roared as it bounded off. Another roar and then silence.
"What the fuck was that thing?" a soldier shouted frantically. His answer came when two massive red eyes appeared out of the darkness. The soldiers again opened fire as a loud and awful wailing sound filled the chamber.
Captain Reznov dropped back to grab his radio as his men covered him. "Base camp come in over! We've got a fucking problem!" he shouted.
"Captain what's wrong? What's your situation?"
"It's…it's the Oboro. Klaus sent that fucking abomination here to the tomb site! We're fighting it off but we won't last long!" Captain Reznov said. He turned his attention just as the Oboro struck another of his men down.
The Oboro bit down hard, biting through the skull and exposing the brain as it chomped down and gorged. Bullet holes riddled its body, but they soon vanished as the creature expelled the bullets and repaired the damage.
"Why won't it die?" another soldier shouted fumbling to reload his rifle. The Oboro turned on him, eyes blinking as its jaws opened and it roared again. Taking its massive paws as it sliced the soldier across the stomach, disemboweling him as blood gushed out.
"Hang on Captain! We're deploying additional units"
Captain Reznov fired again as the Oboro howled in pain and bounded off. It was then that Captain Reznov began to assess the current situation:
Even with additional men, they could stand no serious chance against the Oboro especially while trying to secure the tomb site. He had already lost most of his men to the monster's attacks. Only four remained. What's more they were running low on ammo. Captain Reznov then stood to full height, coming to full realization of what needed to be done. And more importantly, what would have to be sacrificed.
"Captain what do we do?" one of his men shouted reloading his weapon. The Oboro paced back and forth, body tensed, its long tail twitching and wagging as its massive red eyes stared at its remaining prey.
"Go now! I'll cover you!" Captain Reznov shouted as his men began sprinting for the exit. The Oboro roared and charged forward. Captain Reznov opened fire, grabbing an additional rifle as he unleashed a hail of bullets. The Oboro crying in pain as it leaped over him. It pounced on one man, ripping him to shreds. A second soldier stabbed his combat knife deep into the beast's eye in retaliation as it roared in pain and slithered off back into the shadows.
"Listen up, get out now. I'll buy you guys some time. Get out and far away as you can. Do not look back. Do not turn back. Now go!" Captain Reznov said turning back.
"But..Captain… we can't leave-"
"If you don't go I'll shoot you myself!" Captain Reznov replied cutting him off. He aimed his rifle square at the man's face as the remaining soldiers looked on in horror. One by one, they slowly began retreating leaving behind Captain Reznov.
The Oboro roared as Captain Reznov stared it down. He shouted and began firing from his assault rifle. The Oboro charged, swiping once with its claws and knocking him aside. Crashing into the wall Captain Reznov slowly slid down, bleeding from his mouth as four deep lacerations bled out on his chest. Despite his wounds he managed a sly grin, blood trickling down his lip.
"So after all these years this is how it ends. Never thought I'd see myself staring down a monster from hell. Oh well, we all have our time" he said reaching into his holster. He pulled out a small pin attached to a button, which was secured by a long red wire to his combat gear.
"Glad I packed in this self-destruct device." Captain Reznov said watching as the beast began inching toward him. Jaws opened wide as trails of saliva pooled from its teeth down to the floor. Captain Reznov paused, praying over his decision before slowly closing his eyes. He had no regrets. His life was good and long; a fantastic military career, wonderful family and great friends. What more could a man ask for?
Opening his eyes, he grinned. "Long live Russia" he said just as the Oboro bellowed and charged forward.
He pressed the detonator.
In New York…
Jason roared with great fury as he tore through another guard, completely bisecting the man as he continued his rampage. Ramone followed in suit, biting and tearing into the throat of another guard while Jacob planted a high section round kick into one guard's jaw, shattering the bone and knocking him aside. The Salvatore Brother's finally regrouped, continuing their destruction of the LOD controlled facility.
Standing back to back and surrounded by more armed guards the three brothers growled lowly, claws and fangs bared as their amber eyes flashed and they prepared to fight. Suddenly they felt a massive and powerful rumbling sound. Looking ahead they saw the wall crumble and break through as a massive behemoth tore through the wall, killing several of the guards in the process.
Lucian landed on all fours, slowly standing to full height as he snorted and growled. His brothers stared, horrified at his appearance. The few remaining Werewolves they led immediately gave a low howl and then knelt in reverence.
"…..brother?" Ramone said taking a cautious step back. Lucian ignored him, immediately focusing on the guards as he began ruthlessly slaughtering them. Roaring with great fury he slashed them to ribbons with his claws and ripped and tore through them with his fangs sending limbs, heads and blood splattering about the hall.
Lucian finished his rampage; the final guard flailing about on the floor. Snorting, Lucian raised his massive paw into the air and proceeded to smash it down, crushing the man's head to a bloody pulp. With a satisfied grunt Lucian then gave a loud and terrible roar, shaking the walls of the facility. Turning back to his brothers he began to shift back to normal form, his enormous muscle mass shrinking, his fur, fangs, claws and pointed ears returning to normal. Most dramatic was his enormous size; shifting from over 12 feet down to his normal height of about 6'9. His eyes returned to the normal amber colored irises as he panted and gave a savage and feral grunt.
"LUCY! GODDAMN IT BIG BRO WE FUCKING MISSED YOU!" Jason shouted as he sped towards his beloved brother and tackled him in a goofy fashion with tears cascading down his eyes as he wrapped his arms around him and preceded hugging and squeezing him. Ramone and Jacob both stared; here was Jason, normally quite the hard ass turning into a sobbing swath of emotion at the reunion between Lucian and themselves. Then again, they shared similar emotions.
Lucian did not mind, smirking and remaining calm despite his brother's loud outbursts. "As I've missed you, brother" Lucian said unwrapping Jason's arms from around and chuckling at the display of water works.
"Brother…your…your transformation. Is that what Klaus has done to you?" Ramone asked walking up. Lucian nodded and said "In a way, yes. But, let us save such discussion for a later time. Come brothers, we shall leave this God forsaken place. First, I must find my clothes" Lucian said walking in the opposite direction.
Sometime later, the Salvatore Brothers now fully united escaped the facility and bringing about the end of their rescue of Lucian. They set fire to much of the building as it began spreading and sending smoke blowing out of many of its windows.
The brothers watched their handy work from outside, on the roof top of the nearby adjacent building. Lucian stood in front, flanked by his three brothers. They watched the burning building as Lucian closed his eyes.
"How many of our brothers survived?" he asked. Jacob answered, "Only about six wolves, the rest were killed. We sent them off, their debt repaid now that we have you back" he said.
Lucian's jaw tightened, angered by the spill of wolf blood. Opening his eyes he stared down at his hands as they slowly clenched into fists.
Fully dressed, Lucian Salvatore was now in position to take back his former status as leader of the Salvatore Brothers. Lucian was wearing loose fitting black pants tucked into knee high black boots. He wore a sleeveless black form fitting shirt underneath a black and silver armor plated vest. The front of the vest was adorned with runic symbols. Over this, Lucian wore an ankle length dark blue coat with a black interior. The sides of the coat had a silver trimming; the back of the coat had the design of two wolves interlocking, their bodies standing back to back with the faced lifted up in a howl. There was a large wolf paw print sketched over lapping the two; the symbol of the Salvatore bloodline. Lastly, Lucian wore a long black twin tailed scarf tied around his neck and reaching to the back of his knee. His long dark brown hair was tied back in a low pony tail reaching past his shoulders.
In addition, Lucian carried a powerful sword. He wielded the fabled Wolf's Bane; a deadly and enormously powerful sword handed down in the Salvatore clan. The blade was single edged and curved; slightly resembling a Japanese nodachi. The scabbard of the sword was colored a deep shade of royal purple; the handle was wrapped in black silk. The tsuba of the sword was designed with two wolves circling each other, almost resembling a dance. The bottom part of the handle ended with a wolf's face formed in a howling grimace. The blade had a long gold ribbon tied around the middle of the scabbard. Lucian kept it on his waist, held in place by a thick red rope belt which was tied in a bow and wrapped around his waist.
"Rest assured my brothers, Klaus will pay for the wolf blood that has been spilled tonight." Lucian said sighing deeply. He then turned back to face his brothers. "We will make him suffer for daring to cross the Salvatore Brothers. But for now, we wait for the opportunity to strike. Klaus already knows of my escape from captivity. Soon, he shall summon forth his minions in retaliation. And when that happens, we shall kill them all"
"Does that mean, we're back?" Jacob asked excitedly. Lucian flashed him a confidant grin as the others laughed.
"Aw hell yeah! Klaus better watch out now. The Salvatore Brothers are back baby!" Jason shouted.
End Chapter
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