Dec 25, 2010 23:43
Alucard had stayed in bed-er, coffin-as long as he could, getting up occasionally to shut the PCD off as a squeal of happy from the residents of Adstringendum woke him like an early alarm.
It wasn't that he hated Christmas, he just didn't feel all that jolly this year. Integra was gone, Rip had hooked up with an old meal, and Mina and Horst were inseperable. Not to mention living on bagged blood rations was almost torture. The thrill of the hunt was gone.
Sensing the sun had finally dipped on Christmas Day, he got out of his coffin and was infiniatly surprised to find two gifts waiting for him. One was a plush bat, curtosy of Rip Van Winkle. The other, was a black puppy with eight glowing red eyes, currently gnawing on said plush.
Baskerville?
[Both eyebrows rose and the pup dropped the toy, scrambling up on its too big paws towards its master. Alucard chuckled and scooped the little monster up.]
You're no hellhound, but at least you're you. More or less.
[Alucard picked up the bat plush and proceeds to play tug of war with his new pet.]
[ooc: Welp, Alucard got a puppy for Christmas. Technically its his hellhound monster in a form that is much less of a threat (unless you're a shoe or a toy) Merry Christmas everyone!]
baskerville lives,
christmas,
puppy,
presents,
jolly old vampire