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"I know you missed Christmas, and inturn my birthday, but none the less." Darck shoved a small wrapped gift towards the vampire. Before she walked away. Inside this gift, would be an old medallion on a necklace. The chain necklace was gold, and recently polished. The medallion it's self held a large ruby, with a gold ring around it to keep it in place. Inside that ruby? Was a small carving, of the symbol of The Order Of The Dragon.

"...My dearest little dragon.." He sighed with a distinct air of nostalgia, the worn features of his face showing the faintest hint of sorrow and regret "..My entire family lies slaughtered, my brother's festering corpse lies beneath my feet and yet I cannot find it..my father's decrepit, sad excuse for a body lies so far beyond my grasp that I cannot even PISS on his worthless hide to establish dominance.." the wallachian lord shambled forwards, towards his heiress "..What do you know, of being unwanted by history itself?..Nothing, little girl..nothing.."

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Cravings

Mun: For having a fair share of followers, I seem to be disgustingly inactive. As such, I would greatly appreciate some recommendations of blogs to follow or ask about plot, as many of my followers seem rather inactive. I want to get back into writing asap, so any help would be much appreciated. 

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The delicious irony of her foe's downfall spoke to him, as a beast of war there had been many whom had tried to control him, to leash his power to their will, and yet they all ended up seared by the hellfire of his blackened soul. Perhaps that was the difference between the two, one was a wielder while the other a weapon. He was, in a strange way, the iron train from her past. A monster of metal and blood stalking the mortal world. Like the flicker of a dying candle a thought surfaced in his mind, what would sweet little Alice have done if she was given the reign to the prince of Wallachia? If she was given dominion over a monster so terrible it made the devil quiver. Would she set it upon her foes like an iron train? Or would she too restrain the terrible power that lurked in the shadows? Before a conclusion could be given life, the thought was extinguished by her query. Where she saw a world of mythical creatures and life, all he witnessed was the unkempt threads of existence, cracks in the universe where the laws of this world could be bend and often times broken. He had never laid eyes upon 'wonderland' but as with each word that left her lips, his curiosity grew greater, as if each syllable was a sharpened spear jabbing into the side of a resting dragon, taunting it to awaken. Hellish fire spiraled within his eyes like a whirlwind of flame before crystallizing into a solid gem of blood red color. The 'beautiful' ruby of his eye shattered down the middle as a split pupil took form, like a blade slashing through a sea of blood. The pitch black void of said slash was directed at her form, burrowing into her wondrous eyes.

“You would bring me into your madness? Ride the dragon through the fields of Wonderland?” His eyes fell shut in contemplation, as thoughts passed through his mind, weighing the possibilities of such a journey, his form continued to shift and alter. Darkness enveloped him, and just as quickly unwrapped him, the silence of his own void allowed him to collect his shattered thoughts. The female form he had worn during the second world war peeked at the mad girl who had invited him, a twisted smile gracing 'her' features before the shadows swallowed her whole and spat out the crimson wrapped man that she had been introduced to.

“Lead the way, little Alice. There is little I would rather see than a world conjured by madness.” 

  Twas quite entertaining, to watch such a man shift his form one moment, and then yet again the next. And the woman of madness herself never once flinched or questioned it. Questioning such a thing was unwise, as well as rather redundant, as the answers given would make less sense than the ability it’s self. Most people would have become confused, tried to make some sort of sense out of the mind boggling creature before her. But Alice, already knew. She could see those terrible cracks and the abyss about him. And would willingly stare into it, whether it stared back or not.

With a slight tilt of the head, Alice maintained impossible eye contact. Able to hold it indefinitely, despite the hellfire orbs that gazed back. While the vampire that stood before her felt a sort of connection, he was not alone in that sense of kindred ship. For the two of them, so different and from such different places in their paths paved in blood, they still had so much of the same in common. This thought alone was almost comforting, in a way.

Alice could not help but feel a sense of sadness for the creature, whom had been denied his sweet vengeance. Been denied the feeling of bringing low those that had tore him down and been the cause of so much suffering. He had every right to be the one to do such himself… But, at least out of the two of them, one had achieved as such, and could share this with the other.

But ah, another question, and it had been presented out of turn. However, this was something that the female did not mind. After all, he was a complicated, yet simple creature. An oxymoron of sorts, but she could understand none the less. He wished to know that feeling, that ending to such a long game of cat and mouse.

"Yes. As twisted as it was, I did, for a brief moment, feel sweet relief, freedom. As I managed to once again lace Wonderland with Reality as the time of his death came. The look of horror upon Angus Bumby’s features was something I will never forget, as I meshed Reality with Madness… And he saw it, and knew… He had fallen too deep down the rabbits hole to survive, had dared to play chicken with a viper. And it cost him his life. Now splattered in bits upon his own steel tracks and laid to waste by his iron train. The very thing he sought to control became his downfall."

Talking about such an encounter, such an incident, had a strange gleam take present in the woman’s eye. Of contentment, or calm and ease. Knowing that such a man would not corrupt another innocent soul, or walk the streets again, to cause another tragedy, to cause another poor Alice, was some of the best knowledge she could have… And the fact she had never been caught or convicted, made it even better. 

But of course, twas her turn now, wasn’t it? What could she even ask in return. Pondering such inquiries was harder than it seemed, to decide what to go into next…

"Tell me… Do you perhaps see the world between cracks? Do you see wonderland? Or do you see the corruption, and the sea of madness inside your self, and merely laugh at those who do not believe… And, maybe for my own curiosity sake, would you care to see Wonderland? I could take you into it… Let you see it as I do." An invitation.

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Between the gray cloaked SS troopers's constant fire and the child's screaming, the vampire for a moment believed they had heard something of interest. A challenge? Had the brat finally grown some claws and demanded satisfaction? The thought danced in his mind as it was once more blown from his feminine skull, the brain tissue and bleached bone daftly splattering against the snow as a machine gun had opened fire, bullets tore through flesh and sinew without a moment's hesitation and as the flesh was torn back up from the ground in order to revitalize the 'wounded' vampire, his child-like cackling only intensified.

“STOP PLAYING?!”

The suggestion seemed heretical, insane and a dozen other words for moronic. This game they played, the allied forces and the axis, that was all that kept him from the abyss where he was confined, the darkness that the Hellsing family bound around him when peace overcame war. To stop playing would mean to stop having fun. The lite body was flung into the air by a feeble soldier's grenade, sending him crashing into his partner with a wicked grin stretched across his ruined features. Where there once had been perfect pale skin there was only snow white fangs covered in blood, the explosion had destroyed much of his facial features, removing his cheeks entirely. He stumbled to his female feet, his small hand gripping the butler's tie to pull him up as well.

“...Oh no, brat, I won't stop playing~ Not for these little-”

Another flurry of shots interrupted his words, rounded metal lodging itself into his spine, forcing him against the teenage warrior. He looked over the boy, his exposed teeth forming a twisted smile as the sharp tongue flicked outwards to taste his own blood from the butler's cheek. Crimson eyes ignited, illuminating his broken form. Gloved fingers reached up in an almost gentle gesture, running over the still wet cheek he had tasted, smearing the vital essence that colored his pale cheeks. For a moment silence shrouded them before snow crunched beneath 'her' heel as the vampire spun around, shadows fetching new weapons from the snow to arm their master. American steel clicked in place as the salvo of ammunition was returned with an unnatural precision, bullets curving around cover, hitting targets invisible to the naked eye, a second symphony of war had began to play. Blood from the battlefield began to repair the broken face of the hunter, pristine skin replacing the bared fangs. 

“What good is a war if we can't play? Come then butler..Inspire me to take this seriously.”

Her laughter filled his ears to the brim until they rang with the sound of her collapse. Alarm widened his eyes yet with outrage he dispels thoughts of concern, casting his ghastly pale hand outward and curling his fingers in a cruel gesture as if they were talons, watching long since rotted meat split to unveil cardinal filth.

All is quiet for a but a moment, recruits were on the way by distant foot. He gritted his teeth. He watched him regenerate. One part of him was thankful to have someone like that fight on his side, another thought it sordid. In the end, he always felt as if he were being mocked.

Though, he should be used to this.

He really should be used to this. To being given such a bloody scare.

"QUIT FUCKING AROUND, DAMNED VAMPIRE! IS THIS HOW YOU TREAT YOUR WAR?"  His catharsis of a roar. Ah, it felt so good, releasing all that pent up anger and dissatisfaction. The shock of relief ran through him. He laughed. 

"SEEING YOU FALL AT THE HANDS OF BLOODY WANKERS IS AN OLD JOKE THAT I’VE GROWN TIRED OF! SHOW ME! WHAT YOU CAN REALLY DO! RISE! QUIT PLAYING GAMES!"

Another round of soldiers surround them, following the sound of his voice. Was this last of them? He didn’t know. He didn’t care as his lungs grow weary with his cackling.

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How do you plan on spending the Hollidays, Count?

"I was considering to spend my time spreading Christmas cheer, handing out gifts and food to those less fortunate, all while disguised as a fat man in red." 

"But the last time I attempted this, it ended with bloodshed and a lot of innocent casualties. As such I am banned from leaving the estate until Christmas day." 

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"What in the world gave you the idea that I would follow your orders? Did I sleep through some calamity that shifted the natural laws of nature? I think not." 

That made Darck jerk up and sit up right, grabbing at her cup of tea swiftly so her hands did not instinctively go to her gun.

"God damn it, don’t do that you smart ass."

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A familiar voice called out from the shadows, taunting her as her eyes dropped for a moment,

"I wouldn't count on it, little draculina." 

Darck heaved a sigh of relief as she sank into her seat at her desk, mug of hot elderberry tea on the top. Just glad to be able to relax.

"FINALLY, that damn magical anon curse is over. Holy hell… Now maybe I can get some work done."

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If at first you don’t succeed, try a sharper knife.

Welcome To Night Vale (via realhumanskull)

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"I need to stop dozing off for months at a time, I’m missing out on all the fun." 

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Drafts: Missing

Well, in my absence it appears my drafts were somehow devoured by some ethereal creature. If we had a thread going and you would like to continue it, feel free to send me a message, the same goes if you would like to start a thread. 

Lord, I hate the work that comes with having to restart everything.

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[Off Hiatus, finally]

Mun: Well I've finally wrapped up my course, so I can finally return to writing without further delay, or so I hope. I apologize for my sudden absence, but I am glad to be back. 

Now to re-learn how to write. 

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The former ruler of Wallachia leaned down, his lips grazing the back of her hand in a gesture of respect. However, as he came near her wrist, he could hear her blood singing within their veins, the rushing torrents of crimson that sustained this mortal was the same liquid that he would always crave. Had it been another place, another woman, perhaps he would have torn into the soft flesh where they stood, allowing the inner beast to run rampant and feed, but this particular mortal had an aura that seemed to overpower the blood lust. She had managed to make him curious, and as such he would not harm her, at the very least not that this moment. He pulled back, the gleam of sharpened teeth being noticeable for a moment as he gave her a smile. “Our host? I'm certain he has already forgotten such a slight, he never struck me as someone with the willpower to loathe his guests for long.” While the truth was far more sinister, the host's mind had been slashed through with a mental blade, his memories and thoughts reduced to a blur as he continued to make the same dreary introductions again and again, much to the confusion of other guests.

“Hungary...Beautiful land, I spent time in Budapest for some time. A magnificent place to hunt, though I have no doubts that it must have changed since my last visit.” The name alone reminded him of the empire he had once fought, the very thing he and thousands others had died in order to battle. The taste of iron and dirt seemed to somehow find its way to his tongue, even after all this time. But the count was quick to move forward, away from the harsh memories, his deep voice still carried a touch of the Wallacian accent, something he was uncertain if he would ever truly shed.

“What brings one such as you to a gathering of...” His hand made a slight movement in order to gesture to the countless cowardly nobles and skittish servants “..Why spend time with those beneath you?” His question was blunt, but he was confident he already knew the answer. The joy of the hunt, the lust for blood and death, was that not why he had come? 

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She could feel his scrutiny on her, the way he drank her in like any number of debauched men had before him. It was a sensation she was completely accustomed to, perhaps even in parts relished for the way it stoked at her substantial narcissism. And yet beneath the warmth, his gaze held for those who had enough astuteness about them something  that would have made her falter had she not been made of sterner stuff than her painted doll counterparts.Instead, she returned the stare with one of her own, no longer bothering to hide the intrigue that plagued her like a head of wine. She didn’t know what to make of this man, and that was rare and wonderful and worrying enough a thing in itself to hold her fascination.

“Indeed. Some very much more than others.” Her admission was accompanied with laughter, though unlike the stranger, she made certain that it did not come so obviously at the host’s expense. There was no practical reason for her to estrange herself from him just yet and the man, while dim, was all the more useful for the sway she had over him. Sway which Elizabeth still had a lifetime ahead of her to use to her own advantage.

He gave her his name and her mind flicked through its long archive of titles and bloodlines, searching for what she knew of this Drăculea of Transylvania. There was troublingly little and what she had managed to grasp at was insubstantial, evident enough by even a glance and a greeting.

The departure couldn’t have come any sooner and the Countess blinked at how blunt the dismissal had been, barely holding back the chuckle which threatened to spill from her lips. Elizabeth watched in amusement the man’s indignation even as he approached the next unfortunate guest. “I think you may have slighted our poor host. Thank you for that though.”

With the distraction gone, the full magnitude of her curiosity could be explored unhindered and she knew precisely where that curiosity would take her. There was danger to be had in this stranger - she could tell in the way wolves could tell the difference between another of its kind and a trained hound - a game between them where claws would flash and fangs be beared. She turned back to him at last, regarding him with a half-smile at the prospects as she took the hand. “And I Countess Erzsébet Báthori from Hungary.” 

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The comfort of a child to a parent, that was her gift to him. Akin to a child promising to take care of their father when they come home wounded, she now claimed she would care for him through eternity. The bitter truth that remained in the far reaches of his mind that no vampire is immortal, Seras would fall to the clutches of time, as would Darck. Walter and Dusk had fallen from his arms long ago, and Integra would soon follow. He wondered if madness would truly take him then, the day his bonds were broken and the impaler was once more released upon the earth. 

For how long would he serve as a beast that devours monsters? How long would the dog of hellsing survive before returning to its old habits. How long until the sleeping Dragon would awaken and once more feast on the flesh of mortals and strike fear into the hearts of man? 

With an abrupt shake of his head, he forced the images of a burning world in eternal war back to the pit they had crawled out from. It could be centuries, millennia even, before he would have to face the horrid truth. Until then, he would cherish what little warmth he could find in the world. His smile returned, eyes locking with the purple glass that covered her own.

"Careful now, daughter of mine. Else people might believe you've grown soft for your sire." 

Darck sucked it up, all her pride and hatred, and came to the vampire. "Alucard. We need to talk."

“Decapitare?” For a moment his tone was different, rather than mocking it had been almost hopeful. It quickly returned to normal, a visible sigh coming over his body. “Darck. Very well, what is it?”

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A twisted smirk was carved upon the ivory white skin of his lips, and yet a sigh escaped through it. She did not seem to grasp his intent, nor what he demanded of her. "I ask you this simple question, why would I want to tell you? It would serve me no amusement or joy to see the light of revelation touch your face, certainly no more than the joy I am already granted by seeing your puzzled expression as you attempt to solve this little riddle I've fashioned for you." 

But perhaps it was time to reveal his hand, to grant her mind some semblance of peace. After all, he had robbed her of everything mortal life could offer, opened the hellish path she now walked. Perhaps it was no longer his secret to keep. 

"You need to shed this human belief that everything happens for a reason. Whimsy was certainly a part of your dark rebirth, but you alone stand with my blood coursing through your veins, and only four-" He extended his hand to display four outstretched fingers "Have been offered this gift. Only two accepted, and only one survived." His had fell to his side as his eyes became fixed on the young Draculina.

"You were the first to carry my blood since my time as Dracula, so you are right that turning you was not a decision I made lightly. But the truth remains, that I don't know why I offered you a new life after so carelessly ending your mortal life." 

"Master, why did you turn me?" she asked fixing him with a stare that told she wasn't going to buy that "whimsy" excuse he had given sir Integra and folded her arms as her feet planted firmly on the floor, a clear statement she wasn't going anywhere until the question was answered. "And none of this "it was your choice" stuff either. We both know you could have saved me without shooting me that night. So why?"

So she had come seeking answers, desiring the truth behind her unholy transformation and introduction into the world of immortals. To give her an answer would be fair, after all she had earned it with all her progress, but since when had the chaotic world they existed within been fair?

"And you assume if you demand answers from me, they will be granted to you?" His tongue clicked within his blood soaked mouth, the elongated muscle flicking against the roof of his mouth. "You will have to do better than that, police girl." 

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The statement of her offering him sanctuary and protection earned a ringing laugh, loud enough to echo within the halls of her home. His eyes peered over the thin glass, the split pupils staring at her like that of an adult viewing a child. Though the eternal darkness within his eyes offered her no comfort, the whirling flames that danced around them soon enclosed around the void and forced his gaze to soften. With a delicate touch, his fingers pushed the spectacles back up to cover the infernal stare. 

"You protect me? The fiend you battled must have struck your head more times than I was led to believe. A cute thought, but little more. I needed protection as a child, but received none, I needed it in life and those who offered it perished. In death I am in no need of a shield, I am eternal, you would do well to remember this."

Daddy's home.

"The look I am giving you feels as if it is the most unamused look I have ever given. But I can’t quite tell through my stitching and bandages, but I assume it is unamused."

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"Childe, I never disputed that you had no right to your claim, nor that you deserved it. But rather, I'm asking you to reconsider your simplistic method of acquiring it. You speak as though right itself is enough, it is not. It was my right to rule Wallachia six hundred years ago, and yet I fought and killed thousands to earn the benefits of such a right. Blood was the payment I had to make, a sacrifice I gladly made. But this is not such a simple task, is it? You cannot beat it out of me, you cannot order me and you cannot beg. You will have to convince me that not only do you want to hear it, but that I want to tell you the truth." 

His tone shifted between its ever present taunting nature to the gentle beckoning of a hunter luring prey, he had pointed her in the direction of what she sought, but it would be up to her to find the path and conquer it. 

"Master, why did you turn me?" she asked fixing him with a stare that told she wasn't going to buy that "whimsy" excuse he had given sir Integra and folded her arms as her feet planted firmly on the floor, a clear statement she wasn't going anywhere until the question was answered. "And none of this "it was your choice" stuff either. We both know you could have saved me without shooting me that night. So why?"

So she had come seeking answers, desiring the truth behind her unholy transformation and introduction into the world of immortals. To give her an answer would be fair, after all she had earned it with all her progress, but since when had the chaotic world they existed within been fair?

"And you assume if you demand answers from me, they will be granted to you?" His tongue clicked within his blood soaked mouth, the elongated muscle flicking against the roof of his mouth. "You will have to do better than that, police girl." 

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"The name itches at the recesses of my mind, but I cannot place it. Regardless of who this cretin was, you were careless to expose yourself in such a state." He allowed a false sigh to force itself past his lips "At times I wonder if not a second serving of my blood could finally put an end to this miserable stalemate your humanity has with the dark gift and finally allow you to embrace your true nature." It would remove her weakness, but also send her further into darkness, a decision he could not make for her, nor was he certain he could offer such a path again. 

"Heal, grow stronger and bring down those you harmed you. When someone pushes you, daughter of mine, the only reason you have to rise is to push back." 

Daddy's home.

"The look I am giving you feels as if it is the most unamused look I have ever given. But I can’t quite tell through my stitching and bandages, but I assume it is unamused."