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Hellsing - Switching the Roles.- [Karameida x Remec]
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Karameida
Sometimes a Dream, Sometimes a Nightmare
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RE: Hellsing - Switching the Roles.-
Alaina leaned back against the couch she was sitting on and draped her arm on the back of it, A small grin formed on her lips and with each word her "master" said the grin widened. Her lips parted showing un-naturally long and sharp canines, she licked her lips and leaned forward crossing her leg over the other.
Her fingers twitched and she stared at her "master" as he finished his explanation of her new assignment.
"I expect you to finish this assignment quickly, Don't dawdle." he said staring at Alaina.
Standing away from the couch she flourished her hand and bowed low to her master the grin still spread across her face. " As my master desires." she said straightening up. With one final dismissive nod from her "master" she strode out the door.
Alaina was a vampire who worked for the "Hellsing Organization" it was kind of ironic that she lived by making a pact with them to kill her own kind. It didn't bother her very much seeing as how the new generation of "Vampires" were nothing more than pathetic little worms. They crawled around in the ally ways, making little pacts and "gangs" it was disgusting and therefore befitting they died with the garbage they so lovingly wandered around.
Her new assignment was taking her to an older part of england a sort of out of the way small town. Apparently one of the newer generation "vampires" had settled in there and had taken control. It got ever more disgustingly pathetic, as said vampire had gone in, in the guise of a priest. A priest of all things.
"Do they have no sense of pride?" she growled out. Fact of the matter is she took great joy in slaughtering the creatures undeserving of the title "Vampire".
It didn't take her long before she was on her way to that small quaint, vermin infested town. She'd been warned that another group had been deployed to try and control the infestation, however the poor fools hadn't been heard from. It seems that the un-dead infestation was becoming a bit of a problem so instead of following protocol they tried handling it themselves. "Frail little humans..." she whispered to herself. They had all most likely joined the pathetic bugs army of ghouls.
Alaina leaned back against the couch she was sitting on and draped her arm on the back of it, A small grin formed on her lips and with each word her "master" said the grin widened. Her lips parted showing un-naturally long and sharp canines, she licked her lips and leaned forward crossing her leg over the other.
Her fingers twitched and she stared at her "master" as he finished his explanation of her new assignment.
"I expect you to finish this assignment quickly, Don't dawdle." he said staring at Alaina.
Standing away from the couch she flourished her hand and bowed low to her master the grin still spread across her face. " As my master desires." she said straightening up. With one final dismissive nod from her "master" she strode out the door.
Alaina was a vampire who worked for the "Hellsing Organization" it was kind of ironic that she lived by making a pact with them to kill her own kind. It didn't bother her very much seeing as how the new generation of "Vampires" were nothing more than pathetic little worms. They crawled around in the ally ways, making little pacts and "gangs" it was disgusting and therefore befitting they died with the garbage they so lovingly wandered around.
Her new assignment was taking her to an older part of england a sort of out of the way small town. Apparently one of the newer generation "vampires" had settled in there and had taken control. It got ever more disgustingly pathetic, as said vampire had gone in, in the guise of a priest. A priest of all things.
"Do they have no sense of pride?" she growled out. Fact of the matter is she took great joy in slaughtering the creatures undeserving of the title "Vampire".
It didn't take her long before she was on her way to that small quaint, vermin infested town. She'd been warned that another group had been deployed to try and control the infestation, however the poor fools hadn't been heard from. It seems that the un-dead infestation was becoming a bit of a problem so instead of following protocol they tried handling it themselves. "Frail little humans..." she whispered to herself. They had all most likely joined the pathetic bugs army of ghouls.
Remec
Super-Earth
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- Virginia Beach
RE: Hellsing - Switching the Roles.-
"Run for it!"
Victor turned his head instinctively even though the command--frantic and panickstricken, but still basically an order--had come across the headset he wore. Barely. The creatures they had encountered earlier had gotten a good swipe at him and cracked the helmet to the point where the constable had had to stop and pry the radio out of it. The visor had been smashed to the point that it couldn't be seen through for all the spider webbed cracks in its, supposedly indestructible, polyresin surface. These are not any junkies I've ever seen. And the Inspector isn't going to get any PCP theories to fly this time. The sound of running boots had caused him to turn, however, and he just managed to catch sight of two other patrolmen go down under a body that was simply a mass of leatherclad screams, filed teeth, and some sort of clawed gloves.
He'd never seen anything like it.
Quickly, Victor backed his way towards the outer stairwell he'd entered by and then turned and dropped the short distance to the flower bed below. He caught a tree limb as he fell and managed to land on his feet without too much difficulty only to have the men behind him do the same without using the tree. He popped them with a snapshot from his shotgun and took off for the gate to the church grounds. That'll slow them, right? It has to. It'd stop a horse or a mastiff, why not some junkies?
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"Run for it!"
Victor turned his head instinctively even though the command--frantic and panickstricken, but still basically an order--had come across the headset he wore. Barely. The creatures they had encountered earlier had gotten a good swipe at him and cracked the helmet to the point where the constable had had to stop and pry the radio out of it. The visor had been smashed to the point that it couldn't be seen through for all the spider webbed cracks in its, supposedly indestructible, polyresin surface. These are not any junkies I've ever seen. And the Inspector isn't going to get any PCP theories to fly this time. The sound of running boots had caused him to turn, however, and he just managed to catch sight of two other patrolmen go down under a body that was simply a mass of leatherclad screams, filed teeth, and some sort of clawed gloves.
He'd never seen anything like it.
Quickly, Victor backed his way towards the outer stairwell he'd entered by and then turned and dropped the short distance to the flower bed below. He caught a tree limb as he fell and managed to land on his feet without too much difficulty only to have the men behind him do the same without using the tree. He popped them with a snapshot from his shotgun and took off for the gate to the church grounds. That'll slow them, right? It has to. It'd stop a horse or a mastiff, why not some junkies?
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Karameida
Sometimes a Dream, Sometimes a Nightmare
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RE: Hellsing - Switching the Roles.-
Alaina stopped in the middle of the road as a series of scream and shouts echoed somewhere off ahead of her. Closing her eyes she tilted her head slightly and smiled, a sort of twisted sickly satisfied smile.
Opening her eyes she let out a soft sigh of disappointment "What a shame to put an end to such a symphony." she said on a regrettable sigh. Sticking out her tongue she dragged it over her lips, a still very notable grin worked on her lips.
Flourishing her hand in an irritated gesture she continued walking down towards the now near possessed town.
She walked down the tree lined dirt road, dust kicking up from her footsteps. A small breeze worked its way through the tree's, the leaves rustled and some flitted away floating on the currents.
The moon had risen high in the sky when the roofs of the small town came into view for her, it shone a vibrant blood red and cast an equally bloody glow over the land "What a beautiful night, Nights like this are oh so rare to reach such a wickedly sinful color." she whispered. With a wicked grin and a tilt of her head she descended the hill.
Stopping part-way down the hill she turned her head in the direction of the church, sounds of shotguns and shouts and various other noises shattered the silence. With that same dark grin she turned on her heel and headed to the "holy" grounds, to where the shameless creature hid. The closer she got to the church the more the eyes of the filthy creatures the "vampire" left behind followed her. The number of eyes increased, their low mindless moaning an irritation she could not tolerate.
They ran from the tree's in droves well it was more of a stumbling sort of run, like one or both of their knee's were locked in place. It was like something straight out of a zombie horror movie.
Alaina's lips pealed back away from her teeth in a sickeningly vicious smile showing pearly white fangs. She cracked her fingers and shot her hand through the first ghouls chest, it let out a horrible scream before crumbling into nothingness around the hole and even after that they still pursued her. "Mindless minions" she growled out. Pulling her sword from her side she slashed the ghouls without any effort "Nothing but disgusting bugs." she muttered as she hacked another ghouls head clean from it's shoulders. At the rate she was going and the ease at which she was killing them, one could quite easily compare it to a human swatting bugs with a fly swatter.
With a final stabbing gesture she pulled her sword from the last ghouls head, it twitched a moment before joining the others in becoming nothing more than ash. Swinging the blade she brought it up to rest on her shoulder and turned to the direction of a shot-gun firing and a few more of those ghouls mindless moans and groans. With a smirk she licked her lips "So some are still alive?" she said with a raise of her brow.
With a slight twitch of her lips she cracked her neck and started off towards the church again, her long legs and quick reflexes making quick work of both the distance and ghouls that stood between her and the false vampire.
Alaina stopped in the middle of the road as a series of scream and shouts echoed somewhere off ahead of her. Closing her eyes she tilted her head slightly and smiled, a sort of twisted sickly satisfied smile.
Opening her eyes she let out a soft sigh of disappointment "What a shame to put an end to such a symphony." she said on a regrettable sigh. Sticking out her tongue she dragged it over her lips, a still very notable grin worked on her lips.
Flourishing her hand in an irritated gesture she continued walking down towards the now near possessed town.
She walked down the tree lined dirt road, dust kicking up from her footsteps. A small breeze worked its way through the tree's, the leaves rustled and some flitted away floating on the currents.
The moon had risen high in the sky when the roofs of the small town came into view for her, it shone a vibrant blood red and cast an equally bloody glow over the land "What a beautiful night, Nights like this are oh so rare to reach such a wickedly sinful color." she whispered. With a wicked grin and a tilt of her head she descended the hill.
Stopping part-way down the hill she turned her head in the direction of the church, sounds of shotguns and shouts and various other noises shattered the silence. With that same dark grin she turned on her heel and headed to the "holy" grounds, to where the shameless creature hid. The closer she got to the church the more the eyes of the filthy creatures the "vampire" left behind followed her. The number of eyes increased, their low mindless moaning an irritation she could not tolerate.
They ran from the tree's in droves well it was more of a stumbling sort of run, like one or both of their knee's were locked in place. It was like something straight out of a zombie horror movie.
Alaina's lips pealed back away from her teeth in a sickeningly vicious smile showing pearly white fangs. She cracked her fingers and shot her hand through the first ghouls chest, it let out a horrible scream before crumbling into nothingness around the hole and even after that they still pursued her. "Mindless minions" she growled out. Pulling her sword from her side she slashed the ghouls without any effort "Nothing but disgusting bugs." she muttered as she hacked another ghouls head clean from it's shoulders. At the rate she was going and the ease at which she was killing them, one could quite easily compare it to a human swatting bugs with a fly swatter.
With a final stabbing gesture she pulled her sword from the last ghouls head, it twitched a moment before joining the others in becoming nothing more than ash. Swinging the blade she brought it up to rest on her shoulder and turned to the direction of a shot-gun firing and a few more of those ghouls mindless moans and groans. With a smirk she licked her lips "So some are still alive?" she said with a raise of her brow.
With a slight twitch of her lips she cracked her neck and started off towards the church again, her long legs and quick reflexes making quick work of both the distance and ghouls that stood between her and the false vampire.
Remec
Super-Earth
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RE: Hellsing - Switching the Roles.-
The gate loomed ahead of Victor and he hazarded a glance over his shoulder as he ran and swore under his breath. The junkies who had dropped to the ground and gotten caught by his sudden shooting were still chasing him. Crawling and thumping along. If he hadn't blown their legs off, they'd barely have been slowed down at all. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chanted as he reached the exit to the grounds. The cast iron gates were tall and wide and both closed and padlocked with an enormous chain. I knew I should have sent a unit to make sure this exit was open, just in case.
Luckily, the ornamentation on the gate was thick and sturdy and jutted out in just the right places to allow for a quick purchase by hand and boot. Victor had a brief image of trying to squeeze through the bars, even after blowing some holes in the frilly, flowery pattern that covered them, and being ripped into small bits by the creatures chasing him. Or simply left in place to be bitten and eaten as he attempted to escape. He wasn't about to let that happen.
With a deep breath, Victor launched himself at the gate, grabbed onto some scrollwork and drew himself up to sit astride the sturdy metal panels. While the skittering junkies made their way to the base of the gates, the constable pulled in the strap of his shotgun, readied it once more in his arms, and reloaded both barrels. As he blew the things below him into strangely bloodless bits of dust and debris, Victor thought he caught sight of someone approaching from outside the gates.
A woman, he thought, who moved faster than seemed normal. She moves like they do. But with a purpose, not frantic chaos. He brushed back some of the sweat trickling onto his forehead from his blonde hair and reloaded. Crap. Last couple of rounds.
The gate loomed ahead of Victor and he hazarded a glance over his shoulder as he ran and swore under his breath. The junkies who had dropped to the ground and gotten caught by his sudden shooting were still chasing him. Crawling and thumping along. If he hadn't blown their legs off, they'd barely have been slowed down at all. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chanted as he reached the exit to the grounds. The cast iron gates were tall and wide and both closed and padlocked with an enormous chain. I knew I should have sent a unit to make sure this exit was open, just in case.
Luckily, the ornamentation on the gate was thick and sturdy and jutted out in just the right places to allow for a quick purchase by hand and boot. Victor had a brief image of trying to squeeze through the bars, even after blowing some holes in the frilly, flowery pattern that covered them, and being ripped into small bits by the creatures chasing him. Or simply left in place to be bitten and eaten as he attempted to escape. He wasn't about to let that happen.
With a deep breath, Victor launched himself at the gate, grabbed onto some scrollwork and drew himself up to sit astride the sturdy metal panels. While the skittering junkies made their way to the base of the gates, the constable pulled in the strap of his shotgun, readied it once more in his arms, and reloaded both barrels. As he blew the things below him into strangely bloodless bits of dust and debris, Victor thought he caught sight of someone approaching from outside the gates.
A woman, he thought, who moved faster than seemed normal. She moves like they do. But with a purpose, not frantic chaos. He brushed back some of the sweat trickling onto his forehead from his blonde hair and reloaded. Crap. Last couple of rounds.
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Karameida
Sometimes a Dream, Sometimes a Nightmare
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RE: Hellsing - Switching the Roles.-
Alaina heard one or two shot-gun rounds and some more of those moans and groans. Glancing up she saw the gates still a bit of a ways ahead of her and ontop of it adorned a human, male "Ah so he's the stray cat that's been causing all this ruckus." she said as she killed yet another ghoul that came limping after her.
It wasn't long before she was approaching the gates, a few ghouls were at the bottom desperately trying to reach the man who'd perched there. With a smirk she walked up to them and casually killed the remaining ghouls without unsheathing her weapon at all. The last ghoul turned and looked at her but before it could react she'd run him through the skull with her hand and it turned to ash, scattering in the wind.
Her head remained bowed as a small breeze flitted through the area dragging tendrils of her black hair with it, it resembling more of ink spreading across the page in a book than actual strands of hair. It didn't last long as the wind died and her hair fell back in place, now looking like actual hair.
"I suggest human...if you wish to live that you go before you end up like our little friends." she said. The moon bathed the church in an un-naturally red glow, like blood that drips from a fresh wound.
Brushing a strand of hair from her face she bent her knees into a position that looked like she was about to jump.She glanced up, her red eyes piercing through the night. With little effort she pushed off from the ground and shot up and over the tall gate, she glanced side-ways at him with an amused but slightly insane smile and just as quickly she was there she was gone falling down the other side.
She hit the ground on the other side her knees bending slightly from the impact. Straightening up she stared at the entrance of the cathedral and her smile grew "Oh now you pathetic roach, you shall re-join the dead with the rest of your pathetic army." she said with a growing smile.
The doors of the church creaked open, once again resembling some sort of horror movie.
Alaina heard one or two shot-gun rounds and some more of those moans and groans. Glancing up she saw the gates still a bit of a ways ahead of her and ontop of it adorned a human, male "Ah so he's the stray cat that's been causing all this ruckus." she said as she killed yet another ghoul that came limping after her.
It wasn't long before she was approaching the gates, a few ghouls were at the bottom desperately trying to reach the man who'd perched there. With a smirk she walked up to them and casually killed the remaining ghouls without unsheathing her weapon at all. The last ghoul turned and looked at her but before it could react she'd run him through the skull with her hand and it turned to ash, scattering in the wind.
Her head remained bowed as a small breeze flitted through the area dragging tendrils of her black hair with it, it resembling more of ink spreading across the page in a book than actual strands of hair. It didn't last long as the wind died and her hair fell back in place, now looking like actual hair.
"I suggest human...if you wish to live that you go before you end up like our little friends." she said. The moon bathed the church in an un-naturally red glow, like blood that drips from a fresh wound.
Brushing a strand of hair from her face she bent her knees into a position that looked like she was about to jump.She glanced up, her red eyes piercing through the night. With little effort she pushed off from the ground and shot up and over the tall gate, she glanced side-ways at him with an amused but slightly insane smile and just as quickly she was there she was gone falling down the other side.
She hit the ground on the other side her knees bending slightly from the impact. Straightening up she stared at the entrance of the cathedral and her smile grew "Oh now you pathetic roach, you shall re-join the dead with the rest of your pathetic army." she said with a growing smile.
The doors of the church creaked open, once again resembling some sort of horror movie.
Remec
Super-Earth
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- Virginia Beach
RE: Hellsing - Switching the Roles.-
As Victor watched the woman approach, he was taken by a bit of indecision as to what to say to her or whether to just assume she was part of the madness passing through the church grounds and shoot her where she was. His attention was diverted, however, by more of the junkies arriving on the outside of the gate. He started to take aim, since they were a known danger, but she wiped them out without hardly changing her stride. Word began to form only to be diverted, as well, by the woman's casual tone in addressing him.
Human? Human!?! As opposed to what?
"Now see here," Victor began, but his speech trailed off as he watched the woman effortlessly vault the gate from a standstill. He knew his eyes were bulging and his mouth hung open, but it was only for a moment and then he was swinging his legs back around and dropping gently back to the packed dirt driveway on the inside of the grounds. Silently, without challenging the woman or interfering with her determined advance on the church building, the constable fell into a support position behind her and to the side and followed her towards the gaping entrance.
Dunno what I'm in for, but she seems to be on my side and I could use that.
As Victor watched the woman approach, he was taken by a bit of indecision as to what to say to her or whether to just assume she was part of the madness passing through the church grounds and shoot her where she was. His attention was diverted, however, by more of the junkies arriving on the outside of the gate. He started to take aim, since they were a known danger, but she wiped them out without hardly changing her stride. Word began to form only to be diverted, as well, by the woman's casual tone in addressing him.
Human? Human!?! As opposed to what?
"Now see here," Victor began, but his speech trailed off as he watched the woman effortlessly vault the gate from a standstill. He knew his eyes were bulging and his mouth hung open, but it was only for a moment and then he was swinging his legs back around and dropping gently back to the packed dirt driveway on the inside of the grounds. Silently, without challenging the woman or interfering with her determined advance on the church building, the constable fell into a support position behind her and to the side and followed her towards the gaping entrance.
Dunno what I'm in for, but she seems to be on my side and I could use that.
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Karameida
Sometimes a Dream, Sometimes a Nightmare
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RE: Hellsing - Switching the Roles.-
She watched the doors completely open " An invitation? How generous of them..." she said with a grin.
She heard a soft thudding noise behind her and knew that her warning had fallen on deaf ears. She knew humans were stubborn creatures she mentally shrugged and focused back on the entrance of the church. He wasn't bothering her nor was he interfering with her slaughter.
For now he could do what he wanted "If you're going to follow..I suggest not trying anything heroic. Heroism will only earn you a painful and un-restful death." she said never turning her gaze from the doors.
The red glow of the moon did not move over the stone steps of the church the entrance was impenetrably black and menacing. "So not even the sun of we who walk in the night will touch this forsaken place?" she whispered to herself. " Well lets not be rude and keep our host waiting." she said striding forward.
She didn't so much walk as she glided over the earth, her feet seeming to never hit the ground completely.
She disappeared through the doorway her body seeming to just melt away into it. The church inside was dark except for the occasional beams of red moonlight that shot through the stained glass. A shadow at the back of the building moved forwards and stepped into one such beam of light, the disgusting creature who wore such a filthy disguise.
"Welcome comrade!" the man said gesturing with one of his arms like a holy man giving a preach would.
"Comrade?" she said questioningly.
"Indeed you must be! For are we not both vampires?" He asked in that same high and mighty voice as before.
All she could do was smile and shake her head, the man in front of her tried so hard to project a proud and powerful image. It was foolish really and it only furthered to amuse and annoy her.
"Do not group me with your pathetic brand of vampire." she said her lips twitching.
"What...?" he asked now finally looking at her with a raised brow.
"I said..do not group me with your pathetic group. I am nothing like you. This new breed of vampires shames the very name." she said.
"How dare you speak to me thus!" he said in a haughty and insulted tone.
"How dare I? How dare you call yourself a vampire! Masquerading around as a priest of all things? I thought at least you bugs could feel even a tidbit of shame. How wrong of me to assume that you had any worth at all.." she said. Her voice never raised beyond more than a conversational level but her tone was a completely different story. Each word a strike to the pride of the vampire.
"What the fuck do you know bitch?" he spluttered out.
"What indeed? Tell me why should I know so much about trash that has to hide itself in the guise of a priest only to create mindlessly weak ghouls to do your biding? Tell me...have vampires sunk so low?" she asked in the same manner as before.
From the expression on his face one could tell she'd hit her mark several times over. With a point of his finger and a shout of "KILL HER SHOOT HER" the pews on either side of her moved, showing them each to be packed with more ghouls.
Each one of them held a gun in her direction "Oh..well looks like we know what happened to his little friends..." she said with a slight motion to the man behind her. They opened fire on her and she just stood there, holes ripped through her body as she was shredded down to nothing from the volley of bullets. Her remnants fell to a pile on the floor as the bullets eventually ran out.
"Heh hah..she was all talk! She didn't even fight back!" he said his voice shaking slightly.
Unknown to him her pieces hadn't turned to dust as they should have, instead of ash a liquid formed a pile it looked like ink or blood and slowly began taking shape again. The false priest watched as the liquid grew and formed back to construct a body, and soon afterwards Alaina stood there just the same as when she'd first walked in. "My turn." was all she said with a sickeningly amused grin.
"Wha-what? H-How is that possible?" he stammered out backing away.
Without an answer she began cutting through the ghouls as if they were nothing more than paper cut-outs. Her hand went to her hip and she grabbed a gun, raising it she began shooting out rounds. Each bullet ripping through lines of ghouls and through the church walls themselves, the ghouls turning into ash around the gaping holes. It wasn't long before only the priest remained.
Turning her gaze and gun she pointed at the priest and smiled.
She watched the doors completely open " An invitation? How generous of them..." she said with a grin.
She heard a soft thudding noise behind her and knew that her warning had fallen on deaf ears. She knew humans were stubborn creatures she mentally shrugged and focused back on the entrance of the church. He wasn't bothering her nor was he interfering with her slaughter.
For now he could do what he wanted "If you're going to follow..I suggest not trying anything heroic. Heroism will only earn you a painful and un-restful death." she said never turning her gaze from the doors.
The red glow of the moon did not move over the stone steps of the church the entrance was impenetrably black and menacing. "So not even the sun of we who walk in the night will touch this forsaken place?" she whispered to herself. " Well lets not be rude and keep our host waiting." she said striding forward.
She didn't so much walk as she glided over the earth, her feet seeming to never hit the ground completely.
She disappeared through the doorway her body seeming to just melt away into it. The church inside was dark except for the occasional beams of red moonlight that shot through the stained glass. A shadow at the back of the building moved forwards and stepped into one such beam of light, the disgusting creature who wore such a filthy disguise.
"Welcome comrade!" the man said gesturing with one of his arms like a holy man giving a preach would.
"Comrade?" she said questioningly.
"Indeed you must be! For are we not both vampires?" He asked in that same high and mighty voice as before.
All she could do was smile and shake her head, the man in front of her tried so hard to project a proud and powerful image. It was foolish really and it only furthered to amuse and annoy her.
"Do not group me with your pathetic brand of vampire." she said her lips twitching.
"What...?" he asked now finally looking at her with a raised brow.
"I said..do not group me with your pathetic group. I am nothing like you. This new breed of vampires shames the very name." she said.
"How dare you speak to me thus!" he said in a haughty and insulted tone.
"How dare I? How dare you call yourself a vampire! Masquerading around as a priest of all things? I thought at least you bugs could feel even a tidbit of shame. How wrong of me to assume that you had any worth at all.." she said. Her voice never raised beyond more than a conversational level but her tone was a completely different story. Each word a strike to the pride of the vampire.
"What the fuck do you know bitch?" he spluttered out.
"What indeed? Tell me why should I know so much about trash that has to hide itself in the guise of a priest only to create mindlessly weak ghouls to do your biding? Tell me...have vampires sunk so low?" she asked in the same manner as before.
From the expression on his face one could tell she'd hit her mark several times over. With a point of his finger and a shout of "KILL HER SHOOT HER" the pews on either side of her moved, showing them each to be packed with more ghouls.
Each one of them held a gun in her direction "Oh..well looks like we know what happened to his little friends..." she said with a slight motion to the man behind her. They opened fire on her and she just stood there, holes ripped through her body as she was shredded down to nothing from the volley of bullets. Her remnants fell to a pile on the floor as the bullets eventually ran out.
"Heh hah..she was all talk! She didn't even fight back!" he said his voice shaking slightly.
Unknown to him her pieces hadn't turned to dust as they should have, instead of ash a liquid formed a pile it looked like ink or blood and slowly began taking shape again. The false priest watched as the liquid grew and formed back to construct a body, and soon afterwards Alaina stood there just the same as when she'd first walked in. "My turn." was all she said with a sickeningly amused grin.
"Wha-what? H-How is that possible?" he stammered out backing away.
Without an answer she began cutting through the ghouls as if they were nothing more than paper cut-outs. Her hand went to her hip and she grabbed a gun, raising it she began shooting out rounds. Each bullet ripping through lines of ghouls and through the church walls themselves, the ghouls turning into ash around the gaping holes. It wasn't long before only the priest remained.
Turning her gaze and gun she pointed at the priest and smiled.
Remec
Super-Earth
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RE: Hellsing - Switching the Roles.-
Behind the woman, Victor silently nodded. He was barely in her peripheral vision, but he had the sense she was aware of his response. He had a small collection of commendations and the like, but most of those were just him doing what he saw as his duty and his job. Heroics weren't something that he tended to work on accomplishing, but people who knew him were always describing his actions in that way. Here, though, here he knew he was pretty much in over his head and was perfectly fine with mopping up behind the strange woman with her ember-bright eyes and oddly flowing hair. And that smile.
Victor paused for a moment as they passed the entrance, shotgun still at the ready--more for show and effect and to help him stay calm. He saw the priest come forward and listened to the exchange between him and the woman. The constable's eyes flitted from one to the other as they bantered. The priest with his "I-am-Oz-the-Great-and-Powerful" diction and the woman with her more reserved tone that actually carried power in every syllable, no matter that she rarely rose above a conversational level quickly dissolved into some sort of insult to the priest.
And Hell broke loose, literally.
Victor jumped back when the ghouls revealed themselves. Cates! Humphries! Miller! Many of the armed zombies were locals that he knew as members of the Police Reserve or just friends and acquaintances. Most of them, like the ones who had chased him outside, seemed to be strangers and drifters culled because they would not be readily missed. Before he could decide where his last few shots would work best, they had gunned the woman down. "Fuckers!" he shouted as he moved up near to the pile only to stop halfway there when it shifted and reformed itself.
He knew he probably was as dumbfounded as the priest, and stood a bit stupified as the woman mopped the floor--and walls, and ceiling--with the assembled horde. Victor couldn't help but echo her smile when she regarded the clergyman and brought her gun to bear on him, but then he saw the priest smile as well and saw the woman was standing right before the baptismal font. The priest made a motion with his hand and a hidden ghoul lunged forward to topple the large container of holy water towards the woman.
"Watch out!" Victor shouted as he sprang into action. Without hesitation, he fired his last rounds into the ghoul and then rushed forward to begin smashing its face and chest with the shotgun's stock. The font continued to fall over and broke with a crash, splattering its sacred liquid over Victor and his opponent. He could not tell if the woman had escaped--did not know if she was even in real danger, for that matter--and turned to catch a quick glance as the ghoul dissolved. His eyes went here and there, and then met hers...red and primal as opposed to his own, brown and rather ordinary...just as the priest was suddenly behind him, impossibly strong arm catching Victor's wrist and pulling back his arm with an ugly sound and facing off against the woman with Victor as his shield.
"I am not so stupid as to think you will care about this human," the priest said with almost a hiss compared to his previously way of speaking. "But the things I can do with just the barest bit of his fresh blood, I suggest you back off and let me leave."
Behind the woman, Victor silently nodded. He was barely in her peripheral vision, but he had the sense she was aware of his response. He had a small collection of commendations and the like, but most of those were just him doing what he saw as his duty and his job. Heroics weren't something that he tended to work on accomplishing, but people who knew him were always describing his actions in that way. Here, though, here he knew he was pretty much in over his head and was perfectly fine with mopping up behind the strange woman with her ember-bright eyes and oddly flowing hair. And that smile.
Victor paused for a moment as they passed the entrance, shotgun still at the ready--more for show and effect and to help him stay calm. He saw the priest come forward and listened to the exchange between him and the woman. The constable's eyes flitted from one to the other as they bantered. The priest with his "I-am-Oz-the-Great-and-Powerful" diction and the woman with her more reserved tone that actually carried power in every syllable, no matter that she rarely rose above a conversational level quickly dissolved into some sort of insult to the priest.
And Hell broke loose, literally.
Victor jumped back when the ghouls revealed themselves. Cates! Humphries! Miller! Many of the armed zombies were locals that he knew as members of the Police Reserve or just friends and acquaintances. Most of them, like the ones who had chased him outside, seemed to be strangers and drifters culled because they would not be readily missed. Before he could decide where his last few shots would work best, they had gunned the woman down. "Fuckers!" he shouted as he moved up near to the pile only to stop halfway there when it shifted and reformed itself.
He knew he probably was as dumbfounded as the priest, and stood a bit stupified as the woman mopped the floor--and walls, and ceiling--with the assembled horde. Victor couldn't help but echo her smile when she regarded the clergyman and brought her gun to bear on him, but then he saw the priest smile as well and saw the woman was standing right before the baptismal font. The priest made a motion with his hand and a hidden ghoul lunged forward to topple the large container of holy water towards the woman.
"Watch out!" Victor shouted as he sprang into action. Without hesitation, he fired his last rounds into the ghoul and then rushed forward to begin smashing its face and chest with the shotgun's stock. The font continued to fall over and broke with a crash, splattering its sacred liquid over Victor and his opponent. He could not tell if the woman had escaped--did not know if she was even in real danger, for that matter--and turned to catch a quick glance as the ghoul dissolved. His eyes went here and there, and then met hers...red and primal as opposed to his own, brown and rather ordinary...just as the priest was suddenly behind him, impossibly strong arm catching Victor's wrist and pulling back his arm with an ugly sound and facing off against the woman with Victor as his shield.
"I am not so stupid as to think you will care about this human," the priest said with almost a hiss compared to his previously way of speaking. "But the things I can do with just the barest bit of his fresh blood, I suggest you back off and let me leave."
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Karameida
Sometimes a Dream, Sometimes a Nightmare
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RE: Hellsing - Switching the Roles.-
Alaina's eyes snapped to the ghoul as he toppled over a thing of holy water she watched with an amused grin " You th---" she started saying but abruptly stopped as the human man lunged forward and attacked the ghoul.
She raised her brow at him her now ruby red eyes making contact with his brown ones a few times as he struggled with the dumb creature. This human, who'd only moments earlier had sat back completely dumbfounded and stupefied was now doing the one thing she'd told him not too...be a hero.
"What is it with human men...to do things they know they cant..." she wondered as the water rushed over the church floors. The ghoul dissolved under the man as his own eyes met hers again.
She saw the Priest "appear" behind the man and pull him up using him like a human shield of sorts. The initial grab from the vampire had most likely broken something in the mans arm. The priest backed away practically growling and snarling at her.
With a raise of her eyebrow she pointed the gun at the mans and the priests chest. "It wouldn't matter whose blood you drank foul pig, you could never hope to beat me." she said bluntly staring into the vampires brownish red eyes.
"I--You--W--Ho--" he stammered and stuttered.
"Hmm? Has the trash forgotten how to speak properly?" she asked tilting her head.
"ARRRRGH" he screamed out in frustration.
"No better than the ghouls you attempted to command..." she said her eyes fading back to a light red.
Licking her lips she kept the gun pin-pointed on the both of them "Hero boy...I'm going to have to shoot you in order to kill the priest, the bullet will tear through your chest before killing the priest..." she trailed off still staring the priest down his eyes widening horrified at what she was saying. "I know you don't want to die...you want to keep living..." she said taking aim "Tonight...you'll die and live again...if you so choose to." she said.
With a nod from him she shot her gun, the bullet ripped a hole in the mans chest and shot through the priest. The priests body was slammed against the cross that adorned the back wall, his body twitched before disappearing into ash.
Walking over to the body of the man she set her gun down and knelt next to him, grabbing his body she propped it up and grinned her eyes flashing " Remember...you chose this." she whispered as she leaned in close to his neck.
Licking some of the blood from his neck her grin widened.
Alaina's eyes snapped to the ghoul as he toppled over a thing of holy water she watched with an amused grin " You th---" she started saying but abruptly stopped as the human man lunged forward and attacked the ghoul.
She raised her brow at him her now ruby red eyes making contact with his brown ones a few times as he struggled with the dumb creature. This human, who'd only moments earlier had sat back completely dumbfounded and stupefied was now doing the one thing she'd told him not too...be a hero.
"What is it with human men...to do things they know they cant..." she wondered as the water rushed over the church floors. The ghoul dissolved under the man as his own eyes met hers again.
She saw the Priest "appear" behind the man and pull him up using him like a human shield of sorts. The initial grab from the vampire had most likely broken something in the mans arm. The priest backed away practically growling and snarling at her.
With a raise of her eyebrow she pointed the gun at the mans and the priests chest. "It wouldn't matter whose blood you drank foul pig, you could never hope to beat me." she said bluntly staring into the vampires brownish red eyes.
"I--You--W--Ho--" he stammered and stuttered.
"Hmm? Has the trash forgotten how to speak properly?" she asked tilting her head.
"ARRRRGH" he screamed out in frustration.
"No better than the ghouls you attempted to command..." she said her eyes fading back to a light red.
Licking her lips she kept the gun pin-pointed on the both of them "Hero boy...I'm going to have to shoot you in order to kill the priest, the bullet will tear through your chest before killing the priest..." she trailed off still staring the priest down his eyes widening horrified at what she was saying. "I know you don't want to die...you want to keep living..." she said taking aim "Tonight...you'll die and live again...if you so choose to." she said.
With a nod from him she shot her gun, the bullet ripped a hole in the mans chest and shot through the priest. The priests body was slammed against the cross that adorned the back wall, his body twitched before disappearing into ash.
Walking over to the body of the man she set her gun down and knelt next to him, grabbing his body she propped it up and grinned her eyes flashing " Remember...you chose this." she whispered as she leaned in close to his neck.
Licking some of the blood from his neck her grin widened.
Remec
Super-Earth
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- Virginia Beach
RE: Hellsing - Switching the Roles.-
The strange woman's oversized gun barrel seemed to loom even more within Victor's vision as what she said sunk in. Wordlessly, he had nodded and then held his breath and waited for the pain to come. He'd been shot before, but had only been penetrated by shrapnel and one slug previously. Those had all been in his extremities, however. He had never taken a torso shot when he had not been wearing his vest; even then it had sucked out his breath and left him on restricted duties around the precinct house for the better part of two weeks.
Her gun is so large and so close, though/
When the muzzle flashed, Victor's eyes caught the brunt of it even through closed lids and the brightness had made him open his mouth and gasp. That gasp turned his mouth into a wide, gaping maw that might have been mistaken for a yawn since no scream or reactionary shout emerged from his chest to pass through his throat and out into the church. No, the only thing to emerge from the constable's chest was a great red mist that hung about his body as he dropped to his knees, and the weapon's load that continued---as the woman had told him it would--straight through him and into the priest behind him.
Victor knelt in place for a moment as the priest dissolved somewhere out of sight, and then dropped to lay on the church floor on what remained of his back. The dim light of the great chamber began failing as his consciousness dropped off as well, and Victor was only barely aware of being touched...held...drawn back up off the floor. The woman was saying something to him and then he thought her felt her tongue upon his neck, then there was that smile again.
That wicked, enticing, entirely-too-much-to-be-real smile that parted to reveal the whitest and sharpest of teeth Victor had ever imagined. They disappeared from view and then he knew they were closing on the flesh of his blood-splattered neck and shoulder. Aahhhhhhhhh! Fuckkkkkkk!
Somewhere within the mental scream, before Victor lost consciousness entirely, even as his entire body convulsed and then went rigid from the pain, came a single thought.
Can't you just shoot me again?
The strange woman's oversized gun barrel seemed to loom even more within Victor's vision as what she said sunk in. Wordlessly, he had nodded and then held his breath and waited for the pain to come. He'd been shot before, but had only been penetrated by shrapnel and one slug previously. Those had all been in his extremities, however. He had never taken a torso shot when he had not been wearing his vest; even then it had sucked out his breath and left him on restricted duties around the precinct house for the better part of two weeks.
Her gun is so large and so close, though/
When the muzzle flashed, Victor's eyes caught the brunt of it even through closed lids and the brightness had made him open his mouth and gasp. That gasp turned his mouth into a wide, gaping maw that might have been mistaken for a yawn since no scream or reactionary shout emerged from his chest to pass through his throat and out into the church. No, the only thing to emerge from the constable's chest was a great red mist that hung about his body as he dropped to his knees, and the weapon's load that continued---as the woman had told him it would--straight through him and into the priest behind him.
Victor knelt in place for a moment as the priest dissolved somewhere out of sight, and then dropped to lay on the church floor on what remained of his back. The dim light of the great chamber began failing as his consciousness dropped off as well, and Victor was only barely aware of being touched...held...drawn back up off the floor. The woman was saying something to him and then he thought her felt her tongue upon his neck, then there was that smile again.
That wicked, enticing, entirely-too-much-to-be-real smile that parted to reveal the whitest and sharpest of teeth Victor had ever imagined. They disappeared from view and then he knew they were closing on the flesh of his blood-splattered neck and shoulder. Aahhhhhhhhh! Fuckkkkkkk!
Somewhere within the mental scream, before Victor lost consciousness entirely, even as his entire body convulsed and then went rigid from the pain, came a single thought.
Can't you just shoot me again?
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Karameida
Sometimes a Dream, Sometimes a Nightmare
- Joined
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RE: Hellsing - Switching the Roles.-
Alaina looked down into the eyes of the man she'd just shot, a gaping hole adorning his chest. His blood spilled over the stone floors quickly and she saw his gaze grow distant. Leaning down, her mouth hovering inches from his neck, where all of his life blood flowed and was slowly draining out. If she left him much longer she knew he'd die but with what she was going to do to him he was going to wish she'd just killed him.
She could hear the blood pulsing just beneath the skin, grinning she sank her fangs into his neck. Blood welled around her fangs and dripped down his already blood splattered neck, she drank deeply of his life her eyes closing and her body shuddering happily at the sustenance. Opening her eyes she glanced up, his body had become heavier and his eyes looked like they'd glazed over.
Breaking away from the bite she lifted her head and watched his body he himself had already passed out, she wondered...what thoughts had gone through his mind when she'd bit down on him and drank from his body. Smiling she shook her head and straightened up still looking down at him "Little Hero boy...you now belong to the realm of the night..." she said glancing to the outside word. "What a beautiful night it is..." she said dragging her tongue across her un-naturally sharp canines.
Bending over she scooped him and looked down at his un-moving body, the hole already healed and gone "Your birth was on a particularly magnificent night...do not disappoint me.." she thought staring at him.
Stepping over a piece of the wall she left the rubble of a church behind her, always like before she left death and destruction in her wake. A blood covered road, littered with many countless lives. The road longer than any other being could ever hope to retrace, they'd waste their lives away and only recover a fraction of her shattered past.
Coming on the main road she glanced back down at him and the corners of her mouth lifted ever so slightly "His transformation is quicker than most.." she thought bringing her eyes back to the road ahead of her.
Coming to a stop she grinned widely and bowed her head "What a surprise master. Were you worried about me?" she said with a smirk her eyes peering into her "masters".
"Don't be foolish Alaina, that took far longer than it should have." he said. His eyes fell to the bundle she was holding and he turned on his heel.
"I'll have it dealt with." he said with a wave of his hand.
"Actually..I'd like to request him transferred to the hellsing organization." she said. Her master turned his head and looked back at her with a raised brow.
"Now I wonder...who gives the orders around here?" he said staring at her.
Her grin remained and she tilted her head slightly "It was his choice" she said her eyes intent on her masters face. He made a sort of snort and shook his head before continuing to walk away, soldiers ran past them running to clean up her mess to put right what she'd destroyed. She looked back down at him a small breeze rolling through the area tendrils of her hair floating on the currents "So it begins..." she whispered.
Alaina looked down into the eyes of the man she'd just shot, a gaping hole adorning his chest. His blood spilled over the stone floors quickly and she saw his gaze grow distant. Leaning down, her mouth hovering inches from his neck, where all of his life blood flowed and was slowly draining out. If she left him much longer she knew he'd die but with what she was going to do to him he was going to wish she'd just killed him.
She could hear the blood pulsing just beneath the skin, grinning she sank her fangs into his neck. Blood welled around her fangs and dripped down his already blood splattered neck, she drank deeply of his life her eyes closing and her body shuddering happily at the sustenance. Opening her eyes she glanced up, his body had become heavier and his eyes looked like they'd glazed over.
Breaking away from the bite she lifted her head and watched his body he himself had already passed out, she wondered...what thoughts had gone through his mind when she'd bit down on him and drank from his body. Smiling she shook her head and straightened up still looking down at him "Little Hero boy...you now belong to the realm of the night..." she said glancing to the outside word. "What a beautiful night it is..." she said dragging her tongue across her un-naturally sharp canines.
Bending over she scooped him and looked down at his un-moving body, the hole already healed and gone "Your birth was on a particularly magnificent night...do not disappoint me.." she thought staring at him.
Stepping over a piece of the wall she left the rubble of a church behind her, always like before she left death and destruction in her wake. A blood covered road, littered with many countless lives. The road longer than any other being could ever hope to retrace, they'd waste their lives away and only recover a fraction of her shattered past.
Coming on the main road she glanced back down at him and the corners of her mouth lifted ever so slightly "His transformation is quicker than most.." she thought bringing her eyes back to the road ahead of her.
Coming to a stop she grinned widely and bowed her head "What a surprise master. Were you worried about me?" she said with a smirk her eyes peering into her "masters".
"Don't be foolish Alaina, that took far longer than it should have." he said. His eyes fell to the bundle she was holding and he turned on his heel.
"I'll have it dealt with." he said with a wave of his hand.
"Actually..I'd like to request him transferred to the hellsing organization." she said. Her master turned his head and looked back at her with a raised brow.
"Now I wonder...who gives the orders around here?" he said staring at her.
Her grin remained and she tilted her head slightly "It was his choice" she said her eyes intent on her masters face. He made a sort of snort and shook his head before continuing to walk away, soldiers ran past them running to clean up her mess to put right what she'd destroyed. She looked back down at him a small breeze rolling through the area tendrils of her hair floating on the currents "So it begins..." she whispered.
Remec
Super-Earth
- Joined
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- Location
- Virginia Beach
RE: Hellsing - Switching the Roles.-
They never told him there would be dreams.
But, then again, they never told him that he could expect vampires, ghouls, and zombies to be real--in the flesh, claws and teeth and rotted smelling bodies real--either. Or, if anyone had, Victor had sort of dimissed them and their words and concentrated on more concrete and everyday policework. The kind that he really sort of hated, and had not anticipated so much of his job to be full of. He would admit it to himself, if to no one else, but he'd sort of joined the force because of all the excitement he'd been raised on since childhood.
Foot chases, car chases, gun battles, fisticuffs, nightstick versus switchblade duels---all the best things that tv and movie cops seemed to do at the drop of a hat. That was what had drawn him in. Had made him take chances..foolish risks with department equipment, personnel, and himself. Even the ultimate risk had come up from time to time. Victor had not expected to cheat Death forever; and, in hindsight, he thought the penalty for cheating the way he had was high enough that he should have just said no.
But he didn't.
He had nodded to the woman with her big gun and bigger smile and now he was awash in dreams about her. Her shooting him. Her biting him. Her licking her long tongue along his wound and then scooping him up and carting him off. Over and over, in various order and from assorted viewpoints, the scenes played out in his semicomatose mind; and through it all, a creeping sensation in his gut and throat that worked its way to his mouth and teeth until his eyes popped open and Victor went to move.
And found himself strapped and bound to a hospital bed.
Around the head of the bed was the usual equipment you always saw in a medical procedural. Except maybe 'House', that one tended to be more minimal. In the back of his thoughts, Victor barely registered that the respirator was turned off and that the EKG screen was a flatline. The only thing that mattered to him was the most god-awful hunger and thirst that he'd ever had and that he couldn't get out of the bed to deal with it. A loud cry of frustration slipped from his throat and he almost bounced the bed in an effort to get the restraints to give way.
Then his hand came upon the buzzer for the nurse's station and he began clicking it, again and again.
Out in the waiting room, a quiet woman with sensible shoes and her hair in a bun stepped onto the carpet and caught Alaina's attention. "He's awake," she said before turning away again, clipboard in hand.
They never told him there would be dreams.
But, then again, they never told him that he could expect vampires, ghouls, and zombies to be real--in the flesh, claws and teeth and rotted smelling bodies real--either. Or, if anyone had, Victor had sort of dimissed them and their words and concentrated on more concrete and everyday policework. The kind that he really sort of hated, and had not anticipated so much of his job to be full of. He would admit it to himself, if to no one else, but he'd sort of joined the force because of all the excitement he'd been raised on since childhood.
Foot chases, car chases, gun battles, fisticuffs, nightstick versus switchblade duels---all the best things that tv and movie cops seemed to do at the drop of a hat. That was what had drawn him in. Had made him take chances..foolish risks with department equipment, personnel, and himself. Even the ultimate risk had come up from time to time. Victor had not expected to cheat Death forever; and, in hindsight, he thought the penalty for cheating the way he had was high enough that he should have just said no.
But he didn't.
He had nodded to the woman with her big gun and bigger smile and now he was awash in dreams about her. Her shooting him. Her biting him. Her licking her long tongue along his wound and then scooping him up and carting him off. Over and over, in various order and from assorted viewpoints, the scenes played out in his semicomatose mind; and through it all, a creeping sensation in his gut and throat that worked its way to his mouth and teeth until his eyes popped open and Victor went to move.
And found himself strapped and bound to a hospital bed.
Around the head of the bed was the usual equipment you always saw in a medical procedural. Except maybe 'House', that one tended to be more minimal. In the back of his thoughts, Victor barely registered that the respirator was turned off and that the EKG screen was a flatline. The only thing that mattered to him was the most god-awful hunger and thirst that he'd ever had and that he couldn't get out of the bed to deal with it. A loud cry of frustration slipped from his throat and he almost bounced the bed in an effort to get the restraints to give way.
Then his hand came upon the buzzer for the nurse's station and he began clicking it, again and again.
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Out in the waiting room, a quiet woman with sensible shoes and her hair in a bun stepped onto the carpet and caught Alaina's attention. "He's awake," she said before turning away again, clipboard in hand.
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Karameida
Sometimes a Dream, Sometimes a Nightmare
- Joined
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RE: Hellsing - Switching the Roles.-
Alaina sat in the hospital with arms crossed over her chest leaning against the wall looking like she completely asleep.
She'd brought her new "pet" so to speak here to be checked up on as a section of this hospital belonged to the hellsing organization but even so him being a new "vampire" she needed to be there to make sure he didn't lose to the hunger.
The hunger; which was really a vampires greatest weakness, not the crosses or the wooden stakes to the heart...not even the sunlight. No nothing was worse than when the hunger consumed a vampire, the pain is enough to completely break a vampire down to its most animalistic urges. Thats when a vampire goes out on a ruthless killing spree and drinks the victims dry.
Opening one of her eyes a small smile alighted on her face, hero boy had finally awoken and it seems he wasn't in a very good mood which only brought a slightly wider smile to her lips. Since she was his master they had a sort of link between them so she knew exactly what was going on with him, though him having just awoken to being a vampire and hungry he wouldnt notice the connection for quite awhile. One of the perks of said link was she could talk to him telepathically though if she did that right now it might only prove to confuse or frighten him.
One of the nurses walked up to her and told her what she already knew, nodding she thanked the nurse for letting her know "Oh..another thing...I will be the only one allowed in that room for the rest of the day." she whispered low to the woman. Her gaze drifting up to the ceiling. The woman gave a slight nod and scribbled something down on her clip-board before walking away.
It was time he met his new master.
Using the elevator she went up to the floor he was on and stepped out walking down the hall to his room, without knocking she walked into his room and closed the door behind her. "Well...hello there hero boy.." she said grinning and leaning against the door.
"Someones a little hungry" she said as she pulled a bag of blood from her coat and dangling it. Licking her lips she walked over to him and dangled it in front of him. She made a small sound and watched him "you shouldn't let the hunger affect you so." she said as she attacked the bag of blood to an IV and stuck him with it. "I doubt as you've just newly woken as a night stalker...that you'd willingly drink human blood...just yet." she said turning and walking to the wall at the end of his be. Leaning against it she watched him "Your minds been racing with thoughts of that night...." she stated with a small grin.
Alaina sat in the hospital with arms crossed over her chest leaning against the wall looking like she completely asleep.
She'd brought her new "pet" so to speak here to be checked up on as a section of this hospital belonged to the hellsing organization but even so him being a new "vampire" she needed to be there to make sure he didn't lose to the hunger.
The hunger; which was really a vampires greatest weakness, not the crosses or the wooden stakes to the heart...not even the sunlight. No nothing was worse than when the hunger consumed a vampire, the pain is enough to completely break a vampire down to its most animalistic urges. Thats when a vampire goes out on a ruthless killing spree and drinks the victims dry.
Opening one of her eyes a small smile alighted on her face, hero boy had finally awoken and it seems he wasn't in a very good mood which only brought a slightly wider smile to her lips. Since she was his master they had a sort of link between them so she knew exactly what was going on with him, though him having just awoken to being a vampire and hungry he wouldnt notice the connection for quite awhile. One of the perks of said link was she could talk to him telepathically though if she did that right now it might only prove to confuse or frighten him.
One of the nurses walked up to her and told her what she already knew, nodding she thanked the nurse for letting her know "Oh..another thing...I will be the only one allowed in that room for the rest of the day." she whispered low to the woman. Her gaze drifting up to the ceiling. The woman gave a slight nod and scribbled something down on her clip-board before walking away.
It was time he met his new master.
Using the elevator she went up to the floor he was on and stepped out walking down the hall to his room, without knocking she walked into his room and closed the door behind her. "Well...hello there hero boy.." she said grinning and leaning against the door.
"Someones a little hungry" she said as she pulled a bag of blood from her coat and dangling it. Licking her lips she walked over to him and dangled it in front of him. She made a small sound and watched him "you shouldn't let the hunger affect you so." she said as she attacked the bag of blood to an IV and stuck him with it. "I doubt as you've just newly woken as a night stalker...that you'd willingly drink human blood...just yet." she said turning and walking to the wall at the end of his be. Leaning against it she watched him "Your minds been racing with thoughts of that night...." she stated with a small grin.
Remec
Super-Earth
- Joined
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RE: Hellsing - Switching the Roles.-
When the door opened and admitted Alaina, she found Victor had managed to lever his feet under his body in a way that was slowly, but surely, exerting enough pressure on the restraints that they were sure to burst eventually. He stopped what he was doing when he saw that it wasn't one of the nursing staff and she caught a glimpse of disappointment that shifted to surprise and excitement tinged with fear and trepidation. His eyes were wide and somewhat feral and he lowered his head slightly and tracked her every movement from entrance to leaning at the door to coming across to him.
"My 'mind's been racing'...oh, that's what that's been," he saw aloud. Victor had thought he was merely going through some sort of infatuation since the smiling woman had been the last person he recalled seeing before losing consciousness. Also, that bite and the closing of the wound afterwards had brought such a tingle in every nerve he had that still functioned after having such a hole blown into his chest and out past his spine. I wonder if it's true telepathy or more of an empathic link? The wildness in him seemed to have settled a bit just being in her presence, and the additional blood she'd hooked up to him certainly didn't hurt, either.
"So," he started off after some hesitation, "you saved me, just as you said you would. What does this entail, being a 'night stalker'? Will you be teaching me how to deal with it? Who else knows? My superiors? The other officers in my unit?" Whatever is left of them after that disaster at the churchyard, that is. Victor considered if he should mention friends or family, but he had no close relatives and few that he would really call friends, just colleagues and acquaintances--mainly because his work hours tended to be long and he, according to several sources, tended to be a bit annoying where personal relationships were involved.
"And who are you, anyways?"
When the door opened and admitted Alaina, she found Victor had managed to lever his feet under his body in a way that was slowly, but surely, exerting enough pressure on the restraints that they were sure to burst eventually. He stopped what he was doing when he saw that it wasn't one of the nursing staff and she caught a glimpse of disappointment that shifted to surprise and excitement tinged with fear and trepidation. His eyes were wide and somewhat feral and he lowered his head slightly and tracked her every movement from entrance to leaning at the door to coming across to him.
"My 'mind's been racing'...oh, that's what that's been," he saw aloud. Victor had thought he was merely going through some sort of infatuation since the smiling woman had been the last person he recalled seeing before losing consciousness. Also, that bite and the closing of the wound afterwards had brought such a tingle in every nerve he had that still functioned after having such a hole blown into his chest and out past his spine. I wonder if it's true telepathy or more of an empathic link? The wildness in him seemed to have settled a bit just being in her presence, and the additional blood she'd hooked up to him certainly didn't hurt, either.
"So," he started off after some hesitation, "you saved me, just as you said you would. What does this entail, being a 'night stalker'? Will you be teaching me how to deal with it? Who else knows? My superiors? The other officers in my unit?" Whatever is left of them after that disaster at the churchyard, that is. Victor considered if he should mention friends or family, but he had no close relatives and few that he would really call friends, just colleagues and acquaintances--mainly because his work hours tended to be long and he, according to several sources, tended to be a bit annoying where personal relationships were involved.
"And who are you, anyways?"
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Alaina could only show the slightest of smiles when she laid her eyes upon him, he looked so much an animal that she could almost put a leash on him. Her grin widened when the boy realized that it was her, emotions chased across his eyes before finally settling and watching her.
"Did you think you could go from a human to vampire without any side-affects?" she asked her eyebrows shooting up. She looked down at him her little smile just a little wider "You humans are all the same...though you arn't human anymore are you?" she said almost tauntingly.
Once she'd gotten the blood hooked into him she moved to the other side of his bed her grin still there all the while. Placing her hands on the side of the bed she leaned down low, her mouth inches from his ear "No...you're a monster now." she whispered to him. Her eyes flashed something dangerous. "You could feel it when you woke...that deep painful hunger..." she said leaning in closer to his ear her voice dropping more "You wanted a nurse to walk through that door....you wanted to push your fangs into her neck and drink her...didn't you?" she said grinning all the more. "Ah I see you're learning rather quickly. Yes we do have a link that allows us to converse telepathically." she thought still staring at him in a isn't-it-oh-so-ironic look.
Straightening up she looked down at him, her gaze intense and mocking her fangs showing clearly through that smile of hers.
Letting out a low laugh her grin widened a fraction"I never said I'd save you. I had to kill you in order to kill the trash behind you. You made the choice to become what you are now." she said crossing her arms under her chest loosely. "You're a vampire boy, I am you're master you are my pet. What you learn will be of your own accord." she said her gaze fixed onto him. "You are part of the Hellsing organization, only Hellsing and the council know about vampires." she said that grin never seeming to leave her face. "You're entire unit was massacred at the church, no one but you survived....but then again you didn't survive either." she thought to him obviously amused.
Raising her eyebrow at him, she dragged her tongue over her fangs " My name is Alaina, you shall call me either Master or Master Alaina." she said in a, and-no-more-discussing-it kind of tone.
Alaina could only show the slightest of smiles when she laid her eyes upon him, he looked so much an animal that she could almost put a leash on him. Her grin widened when the boy realized that it was her, emotions chased across his eyes before finally settling and watching her.
"Did you think you could go from a human to vampire without any side-affects?" she asked her eyebrows shooting up. She looked down at him her little smile just a little wider "You humans are all the same...though you arn't human anymore are you?" she said almost tauntingly.
Once she'd gotten the blood hooked into him she moved to the other side of his bed her grin still there all the while. Placing her hands on the side of the bed she leaned down low, her mouth inches from his ear "No...you're a monster now." she whispered to him. Her eyes flashed something dangerous. "You could feel it when you woke...that deep painful hunger..." she said leaning in closer to his ear her voice dropping more "You wanted a nurse to walk through that door....you wanted to push your fangs into her neck and drink her...didn't you?" she said grinning all the more. "Ah I see you're learning rather quickly. Yes we do have a link that allows us to converse telepathically." she thought still staring at him in a isn't-it-oh-so-ironic look.
Straightening up she looked down at him, her gaze intense and mocking her fangs showing clearly through that smile of hers.
Letting out a low laugh her grin widened a fraction"I never said I'd save you. I had to kill you in order to kill the trash behind you. You made the choice to become what you are now." she said crossing her arms under her chest loosely. "You're a vampire boy, I am you're master you are my pet. What you learn will be of your own accord." she said her gaze fixed onto him. "You are part of the Hellsing organization, only Hellsing and the council know about vampires." she said that grin never seeming to leave her face. "You're entire unit was massacred at the church, no one but you survived....but then again you didn't survive either." she thought to him obviously amused.
Raising her eyebrow at him, she dragged her tongue over her fangs " My name is Alaina, you shall call me either Master or Master Alaina." she said in a, and-no-more-discussing-it kind of tone.
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As Alaina leaned in and whispered at him, Victor found himself awash in confusion. The way she spoke directly into his mind made him worry about stray thoughts as his eyes wandered from meeting her gaze to exploring that smile up close and more personal than ever--the flash of her teeth reminding him once more of how he had ended up in the hospital...of the way her bite had broken his skin and how his flesh wanted nothing more than for her to close her mouth on him and break through once more--and then flicker further down her long torso and longer legs, taking in all of her in a way he had not had the chance to do before and responding in a more primal manner than he might have when still human.
She was right, though.
When he had realized someone was coming in, Victor's thoughts had been all about finally slipping from the restraints keeping him in the bed, pouncing on the unsuspecting nurse, and having his way with her--body and blood--until he tired of it. Oh god...I am a monster, aren't I? Fuck.
He felt his eyes growing large as the realization completely began to sink in and considered calling her just 'Alaina' or something else entirely but found he didn't really want to challenge her just at the moment. "Yes, Master Alaina," Victor said. "So, how soon before I get out of here and find out what I've gotten myself into with Hellsing?"
As Alaina leaned in and whispered at him, Victor found himself awash in confusion. The way she spoke directly into his mind made him worry about stray thoughts as his eyes wandered from meeting her gaze to exploring that smile up close and more personal than ever--the flash of her teeth reminding him once more of how he had ended up in the hospital...of the way her bite had broken his skin and how his flesh wanted nothing more than for her to close her mouth on him and break through once more--and then flicker further down her long torso and longer legs, taking in all of her in a way he had not had the chance to do before and responding in a more primal manner than he might have when still human.
She was right, though.
When he had realized someone was coming in, Victor's thoughts had been all about finally slipping from the restraints keeping him in the bed, pouncing on the unsuspecting nurse, and having his way with her--body and blood--until he tired of it. Oh god...I am a monster, aren't I? Fuck.
He felt his eyes growing large as the realization completely began to sink in and considered calling her just 'Alaina' or something else entirely but found he didn't really want to challenge her just at the moment. "Yes, Master Alaina," Victor said. "So, how soon before I get out of here and find out what I've gotten myself into with Hellsing?"
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Alaina just watched him in amusement, she sure chose an odd specimen to toy with. "A monster...." she said echoing his thoughts, "A ruthless demon that will slaughter at the tiniest provocation." she thought laughing. It was very apparent she found the whole thing amusing.
Raising her hands up she clapped grinning "Ah the questions!" she announced her eyes alight with glee. One could be sure that if she was enjoying it then it was most likely not in the best interest of ones health. "You get out of here whenever you want, you're not a child who needs his mother to hold his hand now are you?" she asked glancing at him. Smirking she looked at his restraints then back up to him "If you can't even break these then you truly are a disappointment." she said walking over to a chair and sitting down.
Her gaze fell on him as she crossed her leg over the other one, interlocking her fingers together she rested her elbows on the armrests. Leaning forward she rested her chin on her fingers and she just stared at him for a long moment. When one got a closer look at her eyes they'd see her eyes werent exactly red but more the colors of a sunset, with hues of yellow, orange and red.
Smirking she raised her head up and reached into her jacket, pulling out her gun she stroked it tenderly " you remember this? Right?" she thought looking at him. It was the gun she'd used to kill him with, bringing the gun up she drug her tongue up the barrel of the gun.
" This is called "Joshua" its a modified 454 Casull calibre handgun, made from melting Lancaster Cathedral's silver cross. The bullets are made of the same silver and blessed they also are explosive." she said caressing the gun almost lovingly as she stared at him. "This gun was made for the destruction of those so called vampires but as you found out they are quite...damaging to humans as well." she said still stroking the gun lovingly "If you can't manage to get out of that bed and be sitting in front of me by the time I've loaded the bullets in...I'll kill you." she said with a gleam in her eyes.
"Lets start.....now." she thought pulling out the clip.
Alaina just watched him in amusement, she sure chose an odd specimen to toy with. "A monster...." she said echoing his thoughts, "A ruthless demon that will slaughter at the tiniest provocation." she thought laughing. It was very apparent she found the whole thing amusing.
Raising her hands up she clapped grinning "Ah the questions!" she announced her eyes alight with glee. One could be sure that if she was enjoying it then it was most likely not in the best interest of ones health. "You get out of here whenever you want, you're not a child who needs his mother to hold his hand now are you?" she asked glancing at him. Smirking she looked at his restraints then back up to him "If you can't even break these then you truly are a disappointment." she said walking over to a chair and sitting down.
Her gaze fell on him as she crossed her leg over the other one, interlocking her fingers together she rested her elbows on the armrests. Leaning forward she rested her chin on her fingers and she just stared at him for a long moment. When one got a closer look at her eyes they'd see her eyes werent exactly red but more the colors of a sunset, with hues of yellow, orange and red.
Smirking she raised her head up and reached into her jacket, pulling out her gun she stroked it tenderly " you remember this? Right?" she thought looking at him. It was the gun she'd used to kill him with, bringing the gun up she drug her tongue up the barrel of the gun.
" This is called "Joshua" its a modified 454 Casull calibre handgun, made from melting Lancaster Cathedral's silver cross. The bullets are made of the same silver and blessed they also are explosive." she said caressing the gun almost lovingly as she stared at him. "This gun was made for the destruction of those so called vampires but as you found out they are quite...damaging to humans as well." she said still stroking the gun lovingly "If you can't manage to get out of that bed and be sitting in front of me by the time I've loaded the bullets in...I'll kill you." she said with a gleam in her eyes.
"Lets start.....now." she thought pulling out the clip.
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Victor was been about to retort on breaking the restraints, but between the minor resentment at being somewhat talked down to, the urge to be free, and the need to not disappoint Alaina (Master Alaina he corrected himself), the ex-cop was fully willing to show her just how he could break them. The movement of her as she left the bed drew his gaze and he lost his train of thought for a moment in watching her long legs as she positioned herself on the chair across from him.
He nodded at being introduced to 'Joshua' wondering what she was leading up to, but finding a further reminder that the mental link between their brains seemed to flow from him to her much more easily than the other way around. Which would make sense. Helps Masters keep tabs on the children..or pets...whatever. The pronouncement Alaina made was all the extra puch Victor needed and he resumed putting the leverage to work on his restraints that he'd been doing before she'd arrived.
The material resisted him, of course. That was to be expected, after all, from dense, plasticized fibers that had been interwoven with metallic cording. But the makers of such a product expected only to deal with thrashing hospital patients--those going through convulsions or spasms, the violently irate, possibly drug-fueled nutjobs--not the intense desire and expanded strength of a Night Stalker. Still, Victor's vampiric strength was not enough to tear the actual restraints, the rivets and bolts holding the straps together and binding them to the gurney-bed were what gave way.
It seemed to almost be a slow motion effect, but he knew how quickly Alaina could move when she wished. (Or thought he did.) With a grunt from deep in his torso and the sound of metal fatigue being forced to occur, the restraints gave way and Victor bounded up and dove off the foot of the bed. The inertia had caught him by surprise, but he recovered and dropped to his ass, Indian-style, on the floor in front of Alaina just as she finished snapping the clip into place.
Victor's mind raced and he knew his heart and pulse would be as well, if he still had a pulse and a heart that could drive one. He raised his head and looked up at his Master, eyes crossing just the slightest as he peered along Joshua's barrel and met her multihued eyes. I think I might not miss seeing the sun so much with eyes like these around me on a regular basis.
"Fast enough, Master Alaina?" he asked.
Victor was been about to retort on breaking the restraints, but between the minor resentment at being somewhat talked down to, the urge to be free, and the need to not disappoint Alaina (Master Alaina he corrected himself), the ex-cop was fully willing to show her just how he could break them. The movement of her as she left the bed drew his gaze and he lost his train of thought for a moment in watching her long legs as she positioned herself on the chair across from him.
He nodded at being introduced to 'Joshua' wondering what she was leading up to, but finding a further reminder that the mental link between their brains seemed to flow from him to her much more easily than the other way around. Which would make sense. Helps Masters keep tabs on the children..or pets...whatever. The pronouncement Alaina made was all the extra puch Victor needed and he resumed putting the leverage to work on his restraints that he'd been doing before she'd arrived.
The material resisted him, of course. That was to be expected, after all, from dense, plasticized fibers that had been interwoven with metallic cording. But the makers of such a product expected only to deal with thrashing hospital patients--those going through convulsions or spasms, the violently irate, possibly drug-fueled nutjobs--not the intense desire and expanded strength of a Night Stalker. Still, Victor's vampiric strength was not enough to tear the actual restraints, the rivets and bolts holding the straps together and binding them to the gurney-bed were what gave way.
It seemed to almost be a slow motion effect, but he knew how quickly Alaina could move when she wished. (Or thought he did.) With a grunt from deep in his torso and the sound of metal fatigue being forced to occur, the restraints gave way and Victor bounded up and dove off the foot of the bed. The inertia had caught him by surprise, but he recovered and dropped to his ass, Indian-style, on the floor in front of Alaina just as she finished snapping the clip into place.
Victor's mind raced and he knew his heart and pulse would be as well, if he still had a pulse and a heart that could drive one. He raised his head and looked up at his Master, eyes crossing just the slightest as he peered along Joshua's barrel and met her multihued eyes. I think I might not miss seeing the sun so much with eyes like these around me on a regular basis.
"Fast enough, Master Alaina?" he asked.
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Alaina watched as he landed in front of her right as she snapped the clip into place, crossing her arm in front of her face she licked her wrist and stared at him.
She didn't move for a quite awhile just stared at him much like a dog would stare at a new play thing. She wondered what she should do with him at this point, although he'd managed to get out of the bed in time the manner in which he did it was rather disappointing to her. "You have potential..." she said her eyes grazing over his jawline and shoulders. Her head shifted to the side slightly her gaze still traveling over him, outlining his entire form with her sunset hued eyes sort of like she was drawing a mental image of him.
She blinked slowly her eyes drifting back up into his face, her gaze wild and feral but oh-so-calculating as well.
"Hmm" she sort of half said. It seemed more like a low growl in the back of her throat than an actual word but it wasn't so much threatening as it was like a warning. "You should not have had such trouble with such childish ropes... she thought frowning. He could prove to be what she'd been looking for but at the same time he could prove to be a coward not worth her time or breath.
Only time would tell in this case and as it stood she had all the time in the world. The thought brought a small grin to her face, licking her lips she leaned forward and placed her forefinger under his chin lifting his head slightly. Though the "slight" lift had him almost lifted off the ground, placing her thumb on his chin she tilted his head both ways before sliding her finger from under his chin and leaned back in her chair.
Interlacing her fingers she brought her hands up to her face and rested her chin on them and watched him a moment longer. "We'll have to work on that pathetic speed and strength of yours...as is you'd barely be able to handle a dozen ghouls on your own...and thats just pathetic." she said blinking. He seemed stubborn with a fiery streak in him and she knew it would only be so long before he did something rebellious. Like a child too tired of their parents telling them not to do something, eventually they'll say fuck it and do it anyways. How long would he stay obedient? she had to wonder.
With a grin she stood up and looked down at him her fangs on full display, walking around him she walked over the door "Come now my new little pet it's time we left." she said. Instead of using the door like she'd done before she simply melted through the floor, engulfed in a dark shadow. Before she disappeared her grin widened and her eyes bore through him before she vanished into the flooring. "Try not to eat any of the members or hospital staff on your way out hero boy." she thought to him. Though instead of it entering his mind it seemed more to echo around the walls of the room as if she were standing in the room with him.
She landed at the bottom floor near the entrance/exit of the hospital and smirked as the same nurse as before came up to her. "He should be down soon." she said. The nurse looked at her a moment before nodding and writing something down on her little clip-board and turned walking away. The woman stopped seeming to remember something and pulled out an envelope and handed into Alaina "It's for Sir Hellsing.." she said before walking away.
Alaina looked at the envelope and her smile seemed to widen a fraction more, a hungry blood-lust gleam entering her eyes as she tucked the envelope into the back of her shorts and covered it with her shirt and jacket.
Alaina watched as he landed in front of her right as she snapped the clip into place, crossing her arm in front of her face she licked her wrist and stared at him.
She didn't move for a quite awhile just stared at him much like a dog would stare at a new play thing. She wondered what she should do with him at this point, although he'd managed to get out of the bed in time the manner in which he did it was rather disappointing to her. "You have potential..." she said her eyes grazing over his jawline and shoulders. Her head shifted to the side slightly her gaze still traveling over him, outlining his entire form with her sunset hued eyes sort of like she was drawing a mental image of him.
She blinked slowly her eyes drifting back up into his face, her gaze wild and feral but oh-so-calculating as well.
"Hmm" she sort of half said. It seemed more like a low growl in the back of her throat than an actual word but it wasn't so much threatening as it was like a warning. "You should not have had such trouble with such childish ropes... she thought frowning. He could prove to be what she'd been looking for but at the same time he could prove to be a coward not worth her time or breath.
Only time would tell in this case and as it stood she had all the time in the world. The thought brought a small grin to her face, licking her lips she leaned forward and placed her forefinger under his chin lifting his head slightly. Though the "slight" lift had him almost lifted off the ground, placing her thumb on his chin she tilted his head both ways before sliding her finger from under his chin and leaned back in her chair.
Interlacing her fingers she brought her hands up to her face and rested her chin on them and watched him a moment longer. "We'll have to work on that pathetic speed and strength of yours...as is you'd barely be able to handle a dozen ghouls on your own...and thats just pathetic." she said blinking. He seemed stubborn with a fiery streak in him and she knew it would only be so long before he did something rebellious. Like a child too tired of their parents telling them not to do something, eventually they'll say fuck it and do it anyways. How long would he stay obedient? she had to wonder.
With a grin she stood up and looked down at him her fangs on full display, walking around him she walked over the door "Come now my new little pet it's time we left." she said. Instead of using the door like she'd done before she simply melted through the floor, engulfed in a dark shadow. Before she disappeared her grin widened and her eyes bore through him before she vanished into the flooring. "Try not to eat any of the members or hospital staff on your way out hero boy." she thought to him. Though instead of it entering his mind it seemed more to echo around the walls of the room as if she were standing in the room with him.
She landed at the bottom floor near the entrance/exit of the hospital and smirked as the same nurse as before came up to her. "He should be down soon." she said. The nurse looked at her a moment before nodding and writing something down on her little clip-board and turned walking away. The woman stopped seeming to remember something and pulled out an envelope and handed into Alaina "It's for Sir Hellsing.." she said before walking away.
Alaina looked at the envelope and her smile seemed to widen a fraction more, a hungry blood-lust gleam entering her eyes as she tucked the envelope into the back of her shorts and covered it with her shirt and jacket.
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Mentally, Victor knew exactly how he should have felt on exerting himself as he had in escaping from the restraints on the hospital bed and vaulting to the floor before Alaina. Breath in a slight pant, eyes slightly bulging, both eye extension and breath pulsing in an echo of the increased rate of his heart in his chest. None of which he was going through.
He merely sat where he had landed and waited for her response to his slightly smartmouthed question. When nothing came forth from her right away, Victor was almost certain he'd screwed up and was going to get shot for his troubles anyway. Then she spoke and, despite how short a time he'd known her, the constable's world was bouyed up and he knew he was smiling. Potential...the Master thinks I have potential... He reined in his elation and listened to what else Alaina had to say, nodding as appropriate, and casting a slight glance back at the thick, metal-and-nylon restraints and sighed to himself. I shall have to get hold of some of those things and practice ripping them asunder. I wonder how strong we really are now?
Victor's attention was snapped back to his new Master when she touched and manipulated his face...and nearly his whole body. On being released, he also sat back somewhat, but remained on the floor before her and listened. He wanted to answer her back, to defend himself about how he had handled being among the zombies and ghouls. He knew had put down at least half a dozen while still human and didn't think another six would be that much more trouble now that he was a vampire. It grated on him, but she knew more than he did and if she said he needed to improve he'd wait until he challenged her on that point.
He watched Alaina leave and got up to do the same, then realized he was in a hospital gown. He was sure the clothes he'd been wearing had not survived, and looked to see if anyone had thought to bring him a change. The closet in the room held his own coat, where and how they had found it, Victor had no clue. His own boots had been there as well, which he was more glad for than he had thought he ever would be to see those beat up pieces of leather and metal. Hanging above the footwear was a uniform he had not seen before. He quickly slipped it on, as well as the boots and the overcoat, and tried a few times to exit the way Alaina had.
Obviously, not something I can do at will, if at all.
Victor wondered if each vampire had special tricks unique to him or herself and how one went about discovering what one was capable of. Making a note to ask Alaina about it, he placed his hand on the door and started to leave the old-fashioned way, but stopped. "Try not to eat any of the members or hospital staff of your way out, hero boy," Alaina had thought at him. Victor considered it and nodded to himself. "Why tempt myself, when I can tempt Fate?" he said as he moved to the window, opened it, and looked out. He thought he remembered the layout of this facility, but he had been wrong in that these rooms did not have direct access to the fire escape. It was several dozen feet away, with nothing between it and him but a small ledge...barely the width of his foot.
He smiled and slipped out the window on to the ledge anyways. "Practice speed and strength, eh? May as well start now," he said as he gripped an ornamental external molding that jutted out from the building and ran along with the ledge towards the escape. Victor pumped himself up and spinted towards the metal staircage. When he realized he wouldn't make it all the way, he suddenly kicked off from the building at an angle and caught the side of the fire escape several floors down. He didn't bother pulling himself inside, just used the speed and momentum he'd built up and scampered down to the ground and entered the hospital just as Alaina was entering the main lobby from the other end.
He stopped and stood in the vestibule and smiled at her. His smile was no match for Alaina's but it was not the smile of the man he had been. And where are we off to now, Master? he thought to her.
Mentally, Victor knew exactly how he should have felt on exerting himself as he had in escaping from the restraints on the hospital bed and vaulting to the floor before Alaina. Breath in a slight pant, eyes slightly bulging, both eye extension and breath pulsing in an echo of the increased rate of his heart in his chest. None of which he was going through.
He merely sat where he had landed and waited for her response to his slightly smartmouthed question. When nothing came forth from her right away, Victor was almost certain he'd screwed up and was going to get shot for his troubles anyway. Then she spoke and, despite how short a time he'd known her, the constable's world was bouyed up and he knew he was smiling. Potential...the Master thinks I have potential... He reined in his elation and listened to what else Alaina had to say, nodding as appropriate, and casting a slight glance back at the thick, metal-and-nylon restraints and sighed to himself. I shall have to get hold of some of those things and practice ripping them asunder. I wonder how strong we really are now?
Victor's attention was snapped back to his new Master when she touched and manipulated his face...and nearly his whole body. On being released, he also sat back somewhat, but remained on the floor before her and listened. He wanted to answer her back, to defend himself about how he had handled being among the zombies and ghouls. He knew had put down at least half a dozen while still human and didn't think another six would be that much more trouble now that he was a vampire. It grated on him, but she knew more than he did and if she said he needed to improve he'd wait until he challenged her on that point.
He watched Alaina leave and got up to do the same, then realized he was in a hospital gown. He was sure the clothes he'd been wearing had not survived, and looked to see if anyone had thought to bring him a change. The closet in the room held his own coat, where and how they had found it, Victor had no clue. His own boots had been there as well, which he was more glad for than he had thought he ever would be to see those beat up pieces of leather and metal. Hanging above the footwear was a uniform he had not seen before. He quickly slipped it on, as well as the boots and the overcoat, and tried a few times to exit the way Alaina had.
Obviously, not something I can do at will, if at all.
Victor wondered if each vampire had special tricks unique to him or herself and how one went about discovering what one was capable of. Making a note to ask Alaina about it, he placed his hand on the door and started to leave the old-fashioned way, but stopped. "Try not to eat any of the members or hospital staff of your way out, hero boy," Alaina had thought at him. Victor considered it and nodded to himself. "Why tempt myself, when I can tempt Fate?" he said as he moved to the window, opened it, and looked out. He thought he remembered the layout of this facility, but he had been wrong in that these rooms did not have direct access to the fire escape. It was several dozen feet away, with nothing between it and him but a small ledge...barely the width of his foot.
He smiled and slipped out the window on to the ledge anyways. "Practice speed and strength, eh? May as well start now," he said as he gripped an ornamental external molding that jutted out from the building and ran along with the ledge towards the escape. Victor pumped himself up and spinted towards the metal staircage. When he realized he wouldn't make it all the way, he suddenly kicked off from the building at an angle and caught the side of the fire escape several floors down. He didn't bother pulling himself inside, just used the speed and momentum he'd built up and scampered down to the ground and entered the hospital just as Alaina was entering the main lobby from the other end.
He stopped and stood in the vestibule and smiled at her. His smile was no match for Alaina's but it was not the smile of the man he had been. And where are we off to now, Master? he thought to her.
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"So he wants to send us there?" she thought musingly. Glancing up to the ceiling she continued to smile "It would give the fledgling some combat practice." she thought with a bit more of a toothier grin.
Leaning her head back against the frame she closed her eyes and stood there awhile in silent contemplation. The area they were going to was something she was quite familiar with. She had gone there once upon a time under the last master of the Hellsing family. It had been quite the blood bath that time, even the skies seemed to bleed the most beautiful red color. A cruel reminiscent smile spread across her full ruby red lips. Although she had to wonder why the current head of the family would want them to re-open the investigation from fifty years ago.
She had to wonder at the mind of her master sometimes, he sometimes seemed more insane than she herself was. Then she remembered he was just human and thus incapable of the level of insanity that she'd attained. Still it was impressive nonetheless that her master had managed such a level while retaining his grip on reality. She had to applaud him.
None could quite destroy on the mental nor physical level that she was able too.
The gleeful destruction she could cause; it made her feel all tingly inside. The blatant disregard for civilized society's rules and regulations without entirely shredding them to pieces. She so adored her work. The rivers of blood, the fields of carnage; Oh sweet chaos.
Opening her eyes her smile turned more into a slightly amused one as her new pet walked through the entrance. A smug grin on his face, pushing herself from the frame she raised her brow at him "You should have come down like everyone else. Had this been a normal hospital you'd have caused us a lot of trouble." she thought to him with a smirk. "You should be more discerning of how you use your new found strength." she said walking past him.
" We are off to germany, come now." she said exiting the building with a dark smile. "But first...we stop at the Hellsing manor." she thought to him.
"So he wants to send us there?" she thought musingly. Glancing up to the ceiling she continued to smile "It would give the fledgling some combat practice." she thought with a bit more of a toothier grin.
Leaning her head back against the frame she closed her eyes and stood there awhile in silent contemplation. The area they were going to was something she was quite familiar with. She had gone there once upon a time under the last master of the Hellsing family. It had been quite the blood bath that time, even the skies seemed to bleed the most beautiful red color. A cruel reminiscent smile spread across her full ruby red lips. Although she had to wonder why the current head of the family would want them to re-open the investigation from fifty years ago.
She had to wonder at the mind of her master sometimes, he sometimes seemed more insane than she herself was. Then she remembered he was just human and thus incapable of the level of insanity that she'd attained. Still it was impressive nonetheless that her master had managed such a level while retaining his grip on reality. She had to applaud him.
None could quite destroy on the mental nor physical level that she was able too.
The gleeful destruction she could cause; it made her feel all tingly inside. The blatant disregard for civilized society's rules and regulations without entirely shredding them to pieces. She so adored her work. The rivers of blood, the fields of carnage; Oh sweet chaos.
Opening her eyes her smile turned more into a slightly amused one as her new pet walked through the entrance. A smug grin on his face, pushing herself from the frame she raised her brow at him "You should have come down like everyone else. Had this been a normal hospital you'd have caused us a lot of trouble." she thought to him with a smirk. "You should be more discerning of how you use your new found strength." she said walking past him.
" We are off to germany, come now." she said exiting the building with a dark smile. "But first...we stop at the Hellsing manor." she thought to him.
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RE: Hellsing - Switching the Roles.-
This whole thinking back and forth was certainly going to take some getting used to. That was something that had already occurred to Victor, but was even more in evidence as his new Master seemed to flow from thoughts to speech and back again without the slightest hesitation between the two forms of communication. He was also, it was becoming clear, going to have to work at deciphering exactly how best to fail to fufill Alaina's commands and expectations of him since it was quite obvious that she was fully capable--and seemingly more than willing--to find fault with whatever he did, however he did it.
"Germany, eh?" he said Should be interesting. Do I still need a passport in this condition, Master?
Victor fell in behind behind Alaina and dropped into silence as they left the hospital. Verbal silence, at any rate. His mind raced, though, or, at any rate, jogged here and there as he tried to recall anything he already knew of Hellsing in any capacity beyond the character from Stoker's novel and all the movies made since about them, and pondered how much more trouble he would have caused--regular hospital or not--if he'd come down via the usual routes and attacked and fed on who knows how many hospital personnel along the way.
This whole thinking back and forth was certainly going to take some getting used to. That was something that had already occurred to Victor, but was even more in evidence as his new Master seemed to flow from thoughts to speech and back again without the slightest hesitation between the two forms of communication. He was also, it was becoming clear, going to have to work at deciphering exactly how best to fail to fufill Alaina's commands and expectations of him since it was quite obvious that she was fully capable--and seemingly more than willing--to find fault with whatever he did, however he did it.
"Germany, eh?" he said Should be interesting. Do I still need a passport in this condition, Master?
Victor fell in behind behind Alaina and dropped into silence as they left the hospital. Verbal silence, at any rate. His mind raced, though, or, at any rate, jogged here and there as he tried to recall anything he already knew of Hellsing in any capacity beyond the character from Stoker's novel and all the movies made since about them, and pondered how much more trouble he would have caused--regular hospital or not--if he'd come down via the usual routes and attacked and fed on who knows how many hospital personnel along the way.
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