Still Breath
Shadow
London 2015
We are in a world, once more filled with bloodshed and death. Magic once again becoming the primary source of protection. Ghouls and goblins ravaging city streets. Werewolves and striga's praying on the defenseless and weak. Once again it is my kind that is called into the four front to aid in the war against the malevolent creatures that lurk in the shadows. For you see? Humans are indeed...weak...pathetic...food. But I see them as more. I see them as living hope that forgiveness is real. I have made many wrong decisions in my life...or afterlife. So it is not the creatures right to choose which human deserves to be destroyed. I am Alucard Vortaga. British Representative for the MSCEU. Nocturnal body guard for the Queen of England, Queen Victoria the XV. Head officer for the MSCEU. Deva practitioner, and a Necrothope. I am a vampire.
Chapter 1: Shadow
“Alucard!” A woman's voice screamed within the forest. The tall muscular man shot from his position, bolting into the dank and eery wood. “ALUCARD!”
His skill and power as he dodged tree after tree was unmatched. He saw everything in the forest. His emerald eyes flickering in the moonlight, scanning for her, his love...his after life. Scanning for Roslyn. He was at the creek now, the trees long behind him. Where? He thought. “Where did those bastards take her?” He said into the night. He sniffed, the fresh water of the creek made him cringe and stiffen. The rotting timber and oak adding a melancholy sense to wash over him. Than he caught it, a faint whiff of her Raspberry Mint shampoo, that was only getting fainter and fainter by the seconds. What ever had her, was moving fast. Roslyn was being vamp-napped.
“Dammit!” He thought, yet yelled in rage. His Roslyn was gone, missing in action, and alone. He heard a rustling behind him, his fangs already protruding out into form. He lunged into the darkness of the forgotten trees, than a familiar sent hit him. Only after he had tackled his pursuer into the ground.
“Ow, Dammit Al! Get the fuck off of me.” The soothing voice bellowed stammered. Alucard chuckled.
“You know? For a Catholic Vampire, you sure swear a lot.” Alucard said as he pounced off of his comrade. “Demetrius...they have Rosy.”
“I know, she told me. She kinda tapped into my mind again. I have to admit, she is becoming a very promising telepath. Something MSCEU needs.” Alucard growled at Demetrius' remarks.
“She is more than.” Alucard retorted “She is my girl, my darling. She is my existence.” Alucard stated , his 400 year old British accent slicing through the dark wood. The chilly Wales weather nipped at his skin. He exhaled, his mind racing. A human would have produced a wisp of vapor as their breath hit the brisk air. However; Alucard was forever more cursed with; still breath. A still heart, and a mind plagued with 420 years of memories.
“I know Alucard, I know.” Demetrius said, his tone taking the role of a comforting friend.
“I am not sure you do, Demetrius. I am not so sure.”
The brisk night air continued to sting their bodies. Demetrius' huge form casting a massive shadow in the moonlight. The wind still giving off shrilling screams as it hit tree after tree. Wolves and owls could be heard in the distance, but to the two vampires they sounded only centimeters away.
“Alucard. We need to regroup.”
“Yes, your right. Back to the Vatican.”
We are in a world, once more filled with bloodshed and death. Magic once again becoming the primary source of protection. Ghouls and goblins ravaging city streets. Werewolves and striga's praying on the defenseless and weak. Once again it is my kind that is called into the four front to aid in the war against the malevolent creatures that lurk in the shadows. For you see? Humans are indeed...weak...pathetic...food. But I see them as more. I see them as living hope that forgiveness is real. I have made many wrong decisions in my life...or afterlife. So it is not the creatures right to choose which human deserves to be destroyed. I am Alucard Vortaga. British Representative for the MSCEU. Nocturnal body guard for the Queen of England, Queen Victoria the XV. Head officer for the MSCEU. Deva practitioner, and a Necrothope. I am a vampire.
Chapter 1: Shadow
“Alucard!” A woman's voice screamed within the forest. The tall muscular man shot from his position, bolting into the dank and eery wood. “ALUCARD!”
His skill and power as he dodged tree after tree was unmatched. He saw everything in the forest. His emerald eyes flickering in the moonlight, scanning for her, his love...his after life. Scanning for Roslyn. He was at the creek now, the trees long behind him. Where? He thought. “Where did those bastards take her?” He said into the night. He sniffed, the fresh water of the creek made him cringe and stiffen. The rotting timber and oak adding a melancholy sense to wash over him. Than he caught it, a faint whiff of her Raspberry Mint shampoo, that was only getting fainter and fainter by the seconds. What ever had her, was moving fast. Roslyn was being vamp-napped.
“Dammit!” He thought, yet yelled in rage. His Roslyn was gone, missing in action, and alone. He heard a rustling behind him, his fangs already protruding out into form. He lunged into the darkness of the forgotten trees, than a familiar sent hit him. Only after he had tackled his pursuer into the ground.
“Ow, Dammit Al! Get the fuck off of me.” The soothing voice bellowed stammered. Alucard chuckled.
“You know? For a Catholic Vampire, you sure swear a lot.” Alucard said as he pounced off of his comrade. “Demetrius...they have Rosy.”
“I know, she told me. She kinda tapped into my mind again. I have to admit, she is becoming a very promising telepath. Something MSCEU needs.” Alucard growled at Demetrius' remarks.
“She is more than.” Alucard retorted “She is my girl, my darling. She is my existence.” Alucard stated , his 400 year old British accent slicing through the dark wood. The chilly Wales weather nipped at his skin. He exhaled, his mind racing. A human would have produced a wisp of vapor as their breath hit the brisk air. However; Alucard was forever more cursed with; still breath. A still heart, and a mind plagued with 420 years of memories.
“I know Alucard, I know.” Demetrius said, his tone taking the role of a comforting friend.
“I am not sure you do, Demetrius. I am not so sure.”
The brisk night air continued to sting their bodies. Demetrius' huge form casting a massive shadow in the moonlight. The wind still giving off shrilling screams as it hit tree after tree. Wolves and owls could be heard in the distance, but to the two vampires they sounded only centimeters away.
“Alucard. We need to regroup.”
“Yes, your right. Back to the Vatican.”