✗XXXVII✗ Child's Play

[king_no_life]

{✠}RAT-TA-TAT-TA-TAT-TA-TAT-TA-TAT-TA-TAT-TA-TAT-TA!! The automatic rabid-fire of a 1920's Tommy Gun clatters across the empty halls of Marshall's 3rd Floor, followed by the screech of multiple winged rats who were posing the gun...men(?) a bit of a nuisance than the help they usually were. From the sound of their barrating, it was like a child

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[king_no_life]

Wal..ter?

[No.

There was no mistaking that lithe form. Her Angel who walked the fine razor-wire between life and death. Death's Angel. He even scented of it as bitter and nimble as she had left him, what she had thought was, not only moments ago.]

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[deadlywires]

[Leaving the vampire nearly speechless delighted even Walter in this old stage, it had never stopped to have that satisfaction of the small girl that was cockier than his own past-self. A small smirk hit the corners of his lips and he paced forwards, one arm behind his back and the other playing tricks with a shining razor thin force in the air.]

You will find that you're not in Poland anymore, Alucard, and the years since that incident have long since passed over.

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[king_no_life]

[Through confound and innate fascination, disbelief splashed across her childlike face. Yet however bizarre the very idea, she could not help but find herself drawn to the well refined man. He had aged like the finest Bordeaux claret. Picturesque of a man well defined by his years, naught forsaking a day, with eyes that still gleamed with the spirit of a sprightly youth not forgotten.

Glossy tresses of sable hair became weightless at the full antiquated sight of him and fluffed with a life of it's own like a bird's plume.

For a creature who cared nothing for the outward appearances of humans, she looked positively smitten.]

How is this possible?

You ... were just supposed to take down that dogchild. Not open the Ark of the Covenant.

Master.. will never take you back like this, you know his expiration date for interns is at least twenty.

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[deadlywires]

We did as we were told, both you and I, and we completed our task. By the seems of it your older self is malfunctioning due to a breach in the seals that Sir Abraham set decades ago.

[The thought of how wrong the vampire was amused him.]

Hm? I think you'll find that that was only the female members of staff.

[Action] sorry for lateness dear ;;!

[king_no_life]

Haa? You speak of me like one of the robotníks in your Science Fiction novels.

[Bemused beyond all recognition, her hair flattened as she rose her hand up to regard the marking embroidered there. Pulling off the glove with her teeth revealed that same intricate sigil, only scarificated right into her delicate flesh. This mark, burned into the very make-up of Alucard's soul, was laced with Abraham's own blood, bounding the monster till his line would come to an end.

They were fetters without irons. Chains the vampire could never hope to break no matter how hard it had pulled. Alucard had long since stopped fighting against them, girding himself in the cloth of a servant for a chapter he knew would end--When humanity's last great enemy would win as it always did.

Death. It was always the victor. And Dracula merely needed to bide his time.

So you think time will aid you, monster? This signet braids not only into your very wretched soul, but in your mind as well. When my bloodline goes, so will your beloved consciousness. Your thoughts will shatter, leaving you a senseless animal. What you knew as yourself, Dracula, will cease to be.

The seal glowed a bright orange color, as Abraham's voice boomed in Alucard's mind like the very shuddersome voice of God Almighty. And like the spark of a dying candle the flame flickered out with the smoldering of flesh, drawing a painful hiss through clenched fangs from the little creature at Walter's feet.

A small chuckle of grim disbelief left her.]

Ab..surd, heh.. Hellsing's line hasn't ended.

I just saw Master.. and who knows how many illegitimate children he's made while we were gone.

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[deadlywires]

Indeed it hasn't; Sir Integra took over after Sir Arthur's passing away. The nature of this city and the scientists who attempt to tamper with us is the cause of the falter, not the bloodline.

[He's a little confused on how this incarnation has no idea of the future, but it's normal, the last did not either.]