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[tinyvampiregod]

[The screen flickers on and before it stands a pale creature with black hair and a long white coat. His eyes are red as rubies, lips bloodless pale in a faint smile

He tips his head to the side, hands clasped behind his back and when he speaks the voice is childish, affecting a lilt at the end of his words]

Canada. Aha.

[His tongue is pointed as it darts out to wet his lips]

I see through your trap. Nazis. You’ve mastered killing off your own kind but fail so badly at humor.

[Those red eyes take on an inner glow, burning like hellfire. Shadows thicken and draw forward, velvety fingers licking at his boots, at the shadowed hem of his coat]

I’ll have my Coffin and my human, now. [He looks left. Then right.

Then up.

Then down, back on the NV.


His tone is solemn, scolding, though the smile at the corners of his mouth deepens] No? [His bloodless lips pull back in a ghoulish smile, revealing dainty fangs that grow longer, sharper, two sets of upper canines, two sets of lower canines]

Then I shall huff and puff and tear this whole island down.

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[bloodthirsts]

It is possible though! [Don't be nervous Seras, don't be nervous.]

I was a police officer, Cheddar Village in England. There was a vampire and ghouls, they slaughtered the team I was sent in with and you -- when he tried to use me to stop you killing him. You... you shot through me and turned me. Except you didn't look like you do now! You're really tall and always wear a red coat and glasses. And a hat! [The hat is important!]

They're on their way, Master. Mister Van Helsing asked me to fly ahead.

[tinyvampiregod]

[He considers that- oh not her story, though the part about shooting through her was rather something he would do.

No. It was the part about the coat.

The red one, the one he took up wearing after his beloved Nemesis died.] And you serve Hellsing.

[bloodthirsts]

I do, Master. [She nods.] In that time the head is Sir Integra.

[tinyvampiregod]

Integra. [He says the name as though tasting it.] The son of? [More questions as the concentric circles he is walking around her grow tighter and tighter as he closes in.

It isn't enough, this small bit of information.]

[bloodthirsts]

Daughter. [She corrects, turning with him. Not wanting to appear nervous but--] Integral Fairbrook Wingates Helsing. Of Arthur Helsing.

[tinyvampiregod]

[His eyes widen, the rictus grin receding to a surprised little mou before he throws his head back in wild, half mad laughter, almost painful to listen to, like broken glass.]

Ah, a daughter. How perfect. How symmetrical. I will follow her best of all.

[The laughter dies down to a low chuckle.] But proof, Draculina, proof. [The brush of his words against her ear, against her mind, those his mouth does not move] I need more than your word.

[bloodthirsts]

[Seras blinks, straightening up a little at the laugh, shoulders tensing.] Proof? Proof how... master? [She speaks the words out loud.]

[tinyvampiregod]

[He clasps his hands behind his back and does a little pivot, coat flaring out, and begins to walk away from her.] Up to you.

[bloodthirsts]

Master... [For the love of... oh that feeling of exasperation with Alucard. She runs after him.] If you wait for Walter and Mister Van Helsing they'll confirm it! I--I could tell you the words written on your coffin! Or er... [Think Seras think.]

[tinyvampiregod]

[He pauses] My Coffin is missing. Those words could have been told to you.

[Then turns] I will tear the heart out of whoever impersonates him. [Eyes flare red, then die back down to the color of burning embers] Do you drink blood?

[bloodthirsts]

When did you get so paranoid...

O-of course, Master. [She nods, not sure that question bodes well.] It's not an impersonation.

[tinyvampiregod]

Have I taught you this complacency? [He was never a teacher, one learned and survived or one did not.]

What did you after arriving here, accept what was told to you?

[bloodthirsts]

You're bound to the Helsings, Master, me through you. [She swallows.] I can tell the truth. I've been here two months, Master. Please believe me.

[tinyvampiregod]

I know you think it's the truth. [He can tell that, there are no lies between Master and Servant.

But.

That all of this is possible. That Abraham is alive again. He loathes the idea. He craves it.

One corner of his mouth pulls up.] What do I call you?

[It's a tacit agreement to wait with her. To, for her sake, see this through.]

[bloodthirsts]

[Seras bites her lip a little. Not sure how to respond.]

Seras, Master. [If she can avoid 'Police Girl' then yay!]

[tinyvampiregod]

[He leans in slightly towards her, red eyes glowing like embers] Young to have earned your name.

[bloodthirsts]

I er... er... [She's mentally flailing, so in true Seras fashion she blurts out--] Master why do you look like a girl?

[tinyvampiregod]

Answer the question.

[He's not put off, but leers slightly] Arthur has interesting preferences.

[And in the midst of the amusement, he stops, freezes, because he can feel it now, like lightning in the blood, tracing through each artery and vein. Oh.] Oh.

[master_helsing]

[Once upon the edge of the cityscape the shrill cry of horses pierced the air, whilst thundering hooves shuddered the tarmac like a myriad of virile heartbeats. The heralding resounds were not unlike that dawn of November 6th, 1897 when a band of undaunted and resolute men came through the Carpathians to bay for the dead heart of the creature who attempted to besmirch their land and the women of whom they held so dear.

The frightening whinnying became as tangible as sharp Bowie knives as the zealous teacher who once lead those brave men into the mouth of Hell rose up on the horizon of the brittle streets, sparks flying up beneath the galloping iron hooves of the massive black beast he rode atop. His silhouette before the morning sun was unmistakable, reigns in his left hand, a gold crucifix in his right, his body cloaked in a sanguine duster so that his foes would look upon their most comforting color and writhe with fear.

Their eyes would meet from mere meters away, boring down on him as God doth judge the Damned along with a Testimonial voice that instilled that he was of the true Lord's Right hand.]

ALUCAAARD!!

[angel_of_death]

[Riding in concert with the daunting figure of Abraham Van Helsing was a far more recent figure in the vampire's history. Walter was no master of horses, however, and so was quick to dismount from the white Shire mare upon which he had made the journey.]

So bloody help me, Alucard, if you've caused any trouble...

[The irate young man stepped forwards boldly. Walter's hair was as dark as ever, his skin as ashen as the night he'd been in Warsaw, and his scent nearly the same mix of cigarette smoke, starched cloth, and blood-- though, the scent of ammunition propellant was a great deal stronger than it had been in the days of World War Two.]

I'll cut you apart and drag you away in pieces!

[bloodthirsts]

I... [Seras hesitates but then is saved once more by the timely arrival of Abraham Van Helsing and Walter upon their mounts.

The ferocity of Abraham's arrival made her step back even though his ire was not focused on her. She straightens.] Sir!

[tinyvampiregod]

[The thundering of hooves was louder than it ought to be, he barely noticed Walter's arrival, eyes on Abraham. With the sun flaming at his back, he looked for all the world like the wrath of God incarnate.

The grin was back, even as his eyes widened in surprise at the visage of his beloved nemesis alive after decades after his death. There was a difference in hearing and in seeing. This was Abraham van Helsing. There was no mistake, even if that lightning in the blood connection had not been reestablished.

He met Abraham's gaze unflinching, eyes narrowing in fear, admiration, loathing and craving. Loyalty.

It was complicated.

Walter's words drew him out of it. He barely turned his head as he passed the boy] Tch, you're late and you lost my Coffin.

[He continued past Walter, eyes not leaving his Master and stopped a meter away from Abraham and his mount.

And dropped to one knee. It was a sign of obedience, yes, but of respect. Not one oft repeated, but for this occasion...] Master.

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[master_helsing]

[Dust billowed at his booted heals as the professor dropped from his steed and approached his slave. He looked down upon him with loathing and discontent, those blood-soaked irises and the fiery sensation in his veins was all he needed to know that this beguiling creature was his. But that form.. oh that form! Were he not so furious that his vampire had finally shown himself he would have been reeling with laughter.

The presence of his urge to snicker was plain with the light twitch of his sharply stubbled mouth. So this was the little discrepancy Walter hadn't wished to speak on. There was hardly a wonder.]

He who is unfashionably late is you, Vampir. Three months und one year on this isle. Alas, amongst its plague of blood thirsting rats with no competent piper to lead them back to dust but myself und my men, it has been a wonder, most wondered when you would return from your lazing about.

[master_helsing]

[It could not however be ignored. The tall master of the house bent only slight to thread his gloved fingertips about the vampire's necktie, tugging him up to meet crimson eye to steely eye.]

What is this shape? Does your madness regress you so far that even the innocence of a child you feel need to corrupt?

[angel_of_death]

[Dismissed. His partner had dismissed him so easily, had dared to call him late, and then blamed him for the loss of his precious coffin.

The last time Walter had seen that coffin, it had been right next to its owner. If anyone was to blame for its misplacement, it was the vampire. Or the bloody Core. But it was no fault of his.

Still, in the wake of the exchange taking place before him, Walter was quiet. But while master and slave spoke, the willing servant in the background bristled with indignation.]