PH Death Log ( Part 2 of 2 )

[redhorror]

When; Saturday Night ( April 7th )

Rating; PG-13? R?

Characters; revelations9x6 Xulchilbara, alessalearnt Alessa, wisdom_rcvr Henry, redhorror Pyramid Head

blue_rush Lilly Rush, warrior_selene Selene, red_eye_medic Yakushi Kabuto , monsterepellant Doumeki Shizuka, henkonasuisho Zaheela, favored_son D, banditfox Kurama, likelycrash Wash, yami_no_ouji Akito Tenkawa, no_whore Inara Serra, opfern Alfons Heiderich, rubyred_sight Kantarou Ichinomiya, arthurhellsing Arthur Hellsing, dark_walter Walter Dornez, tinyvampiregod Girlycard, thekingofpain Alucard, steeldame, bad_in_thelatin Malcolm Reynolds, noruttinidea

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Protecting Xulchilbara & Co.

[dark_butler]

Outside the circle. Outside the light.

Twin points of red hovered in the darkness, watching, waiting.

An Angel of Death for a god of retribution.

Looking for Alessa; Found Walter

[tinyvampiregod]

Parting from Integral at her signal to go; the small vampire sensed a disturbance and turned toward it, catching a glimpse of Xulchibara's retreat. Eyes narrowing, the vampire withdrew his Tommy gun and surged forward, coat flapping out behind him.

Before he could reach, he stopped. Dead.

"Walter."

Looking for Alessa; Found Walter - Sucks to be you

[dark_butler]

Walter had no response, but stepped from the shadows into Alucard's path. A flicker of movement, almost a bow, and the familiar flash of wire intercepted the deceptively small vampire.

Native American Slappahoe

[tinyvampiregod]

The vampire stopped, uncertain for a moment, eyes narrowed, pupils fixed as though tasting the atmosphere. As the wires came up, eyes widened and pupils dilated. Hissing in a breath, the vampire bared tusk like fangs and snapped forward, aiming a slap to Walter's cheek.

"Fool! I gave you that blood and I will take it away!"

Re: Native American Slappahoe

[dark_butler]

Walter's head snapped to the side, a flash of blood accompanying the brittle sound of breaking bone.

He straightened and retaliated with an equally fast jab at Alucard's face. There was no sign on his face that he noticed the small sounds of bone rearranging itself as it healed, nor any sign that he was conflicted by beating this person he'd claimed to hold dear.

Love is Over

[tinyvampiregod]

He noted the lack of recognition on Walter's face, or at least, lack of recognition for any of the softer sentiments Walter had (either willingly or unwittingly) let slip that he posessed.

The smaller vampire took the blow that shattered cartiledge and bone in his nose, tossing him back a ways. Rising, his tongue flickered out to lick the blood, currently reversing to heal the wound and flow back into the body.

"Walter! I command you to stop!" Eyes flared red as the vampire appealed to his blood within the other vampire.

What's love got to do with it?

[dark_butler]

A god's blood versus the blood of the merely godlike. Walter's eyes flickered with something, glowing brighter almost in sympathy with Alucard's before damping, that flash of recognition gone in the mental bedlam wrought by his tie to Xulchilbara.

Bedlam or not, the Angel of Death knew his place. His hand shot out, a flash of wire flying straight at Alucard.

Pieces of You

[tinyvampiregod]

Eyes glowed brighter with the presence of War, her influence compiling upon the rage at Walter being taken from him. Walter was his. His.

As the wire shot out, the vampire made no move to avoid it, allowing it to wrap where it may. Though it would be a nusience, he would reform at some point. "What have you done. You're in trouble again and this time I don't think we can help you. Twit."

Give me something to break

[dark_butler]

No response from Walter. The person who might have answered was nowhere to be found, blanketed, hidden, hibernating.

He was not the person who gave those wires a savage jerk.

[tinyvampiregod]

Limbs severed and blood gushed out, splattering the ground thickly with centipedes and gore. Shadows and bats squished and roiled as everything pulled away, one white-gloved hand clutching a Tommy gun and firing while another, a few meteres away melted to eyes.

[dark_butler]

More wire flew up in a fan, sending shards of metal that had once been bullets shot with deadly accuracy flying past Walter. The cut and whirl of monofilament reducing them to shrapnel instead.

He ignored the cut and burn of those shards to focus on the gun and the hand holding it, trying to work his wires through the hail to reach the weapon itself.

[tinyvampiregod]

While the gunhand distracted, the rest of the vampire began pulling together behind Walter, but out of the path of the bullets. He would drain the other vampire, drain him, beat him, hurt him to the very last drop, then force him to remember.

[dark_butler]

What Alucard might or might not remember was that Walter had fought beside Alucard or seen Alucard fight for better than half a century. He knew the other vampire's tricks better than anyone alive, save perhaps Millennium.

Destroy the distance weapon first. Then its wielder, wherever he chose to hide himself.

It's a Trap!

[tinyvampiregod]

The hand fell thickly to the floor as Alucard surged forward, good hand held in a blade shape to pierce Walter's back and dig fingers into his heart. Or, at least, that was how he was thinking it would work out. Whether that happened or not would remain to be seen.

Psych!

[dark_butler]

They might have been dancing. Walter pivoted on his heel, a hand coming up to knock Alucard's arm aside while his other hand slammed forward toward Alucard's chest.

Dinner and a Movie, then Groping

[tinyvampiregod]

He yipped as Walter turned, though gave a huff at himself. Should have expected that, Angel fought with him. He would know the vamipre's habits.

Baring fangs, he reformed the lost arm and grabbed at Walter's shoulder, allowing the slamming hand to continue forward, Walter's own momentum carrying him close to those fangs.