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"Alucard...," He approaches him weakly, pressing his hand against the wall to support his posture with a shiver and twitch as if he were freezing.

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"…I believe I allowed you call me ‘Vlad’, Azael…", the Count murmured, sipping his wine slowly as he watched the other, "…my slave name won’t do now".

He struggles to control his breathing, pausing a moment before straightening his back in strain, curling his fingers against the wall. “I…I’m sorry…,” he barely managed to articulate. “I-I’m…I am dying, Vlad…,”

He collapses to his knees, hunching over at the dull pain in his spine, he feels the muscle long since mutilated pulse excruciatingly beneath skin marred with scarring.

He raised a brow at the reaper, “…what happened?”, he asked, walking over and picked him up gently.

"I just…I don’t think that I will be able to exist in this…state I am in," He exhaled unevenly, grasping hold of him weakly.

"My wings. They are trying…to grow back but …they cannot…and I keep bleeding, my spine aches and soon I will be unable to move….if I dont do something I will not survive,"

“…and what is it you plan to do exactly?”, he asked calmly, looking down at the reaper.

"Purgatory…," He answered, wincing at the uncomfortable stinging in his back. "I must be submerged…hopefully…I am not too weak to withstand the excruciation,"

“I see…so why are you here?”, he asked calmly as he stood up.
Vincent walks up the stairs of his fathers castle, he looks around and screams,"father where are you?!"

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The Count sighed as he relaxed in his seat, “…in the lounge, dear”, he cooed, sipping some wine.

He walks into the lounge and shows him a letter,”it seems a old friend is asking for you” it was signed by hellsing.

He frowned a little as he took the letter and read it silently.

Vincent looks at him as he reads it, it spoke of a threat that has returned once more and they needed his help to stop it.

He sighed softly as he rubbed his temples, “…honestly, I thought this woman would stop bothering me once I left”, he murmured, “…what do you make of this, dear?”.

"It seems she needs you for one final battle, we should go..just this once" he said to him softly

“No, she has the police girl…she’ll be more than sufficient”, he replied calmly, throwing the letter into the fireplace, “…that is the end of this conversation”.
"Alucard...," He approaches him weakly, pressing his hand against the wall to support his posture with a shiver and twitch as if he were freezing.

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"…I believe I allowed you call me ‘Vlad’, Azael…", the Count murmured, sipping his wine slowly as he watched the other, "…my slave name won’t do now".

He struggles to control his breathing, pausing a moment before straightening his back in strain, curling his fingers against the wall. “I…I’m sorry…,” he barely managed to articulate. “I-I’m…I am dying, Vlad…,”

He collapses to his knees, hunching over at the dull pain in his spine, he feels the muscle long since mutilated pulse excruciatingly beneath skin marred with scarring.

He raised a brow at the reaper, “…what happened?”, he asked, walking over and picked him up gently.

"I just…I don’t think that I will be able to exist in this…state I am in," He exhaled unevenly, grasping hold of him weakly.

"My wings. They are trying…to grow back but …they cannot…and I keep bleeding, my spine aches and soon I will be unable to move….if I dont do something I will not survive,"

“…and what is it you plan to do exactly?”, he asked calmly, looking down at the reaper.
"Alucard...," He approaches him weakly, pressing his hand against the wall to support his posture with a shiver and twitch as if he were freezing.

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"…I believe I allowed you call me ‘Vlad’, Azael…", the Count murmured, sipping his wine slowly as he watched the other, "…my slave name won’t do now".

He struggles to control his breathing, pausing a moment before straightening his back in strain, curling his fingers against the wall. “I…I’m sorry…,” he barely managed to articulate. “I-I’m…I am dying, Vlad…,”

He collapses to his knees, hunching over at the dull pain in his spine, he feels the muscle long since mutilated pulse excruciatingly beneath skin marred with scarring.

He raised a brow at the reaper, “…what happened?”, he asked, walking over and picked him up gently.
Vincent walks up the stairs of his fathers castle, he looks around and screams,"father where are you?!"

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The Count sighed as he relaxed in his seat, “…in the lounge, dear”, he cooed, sipping some wine.

He walks into the lounge and shows him a letter,”it seems a old friend is asking for you” it was signed by hellsing.

He frowned a little as he took the letter and read it silently.

Vincent looks at him as he reads it, it spoke of a threat that has returned once more and they needed his help to stop it.

He sighed softly as he rubbed his temples, “…honestly, I thought this woman would stop bothering me once I left”, he murmured, “…what do you make of this, dear?”.
"Alucard...," He approaches him weakly, pressing his hand against the wall to support his posture with a shiver and twitch as if he were freezing.

"…I believe I allowed you call me ‘Vlad’, Azael…", the Count murmured, sipping his wine slowly as he watched the other, "…my slave name won’t do now".

Vincent walks up the stairs of his fathers castle, he looks around and screams,"father where are you?!"

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The Count sighed as he relaxed in his seat, “…in the lounge, dear”, he cooed, sipping some wine.

He walks into the lounge and shows him a letter,”it seems a old friend is asking for you” it was signed by hellsing.

He frowned a little as he took the letter and read it silently.
"Alucard!" came a small girl's voice as she called out for the vampire. Gracie walked down the long dark stairs to Alucard's room as always did when there was no one to play with her. She knew that Alucard, when he wasnt being the Hound of the Hellsing Organization, that he would always have time to play with her. The sound of her shoes echoed loudly as she walked down the stone steps her small hand holding the wall so she didnt fall. Once she entered the room she saw the vampire on his throne.

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Alucard smiled when he heard the girl’s voice and let the room illuminate, “…come in, dear…I’m here”, he cooed.

"Well you could always play with me…", he cooed, smiling gently, "….I have all the time in the world".

Gracie smiled once more as she looked up innocently at the vampire. “I want to play hide and seek again! I know I can find you this time!” Gracie said with child like confidence.

He grinned, “…if you insist…now run along, I’ll give you a head’s start”, he cooed.
Marie’s senses were on fire as she walked quickly through the trees. Something was here. She ran through the trees, scrapping her arms on the sharp bark of trees, leaving blood beading out of them. It wasn’t that she was frightened, oh no she was just curious as to what made the forest so quiet tonight. She came to a clearing and stopped, sniffing the air. Maybe she was just too curious for her own good. Hopefully her insatiable curiosity wouldn’t come back to bite her on the butt.

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The scent of blood soon filled the air and the Count immediately caught it. He smirked and followed it, “…why are you running away?”, he asked.

Marie had been running towards the source of the silence, just to see who was making all the creatures so uneasy. Unfortunately she slammed into someone’s hard chest and bounced off, knocking the wind out of her lungs.
'Im not running away. I was curious.'

“…looks to me as if you were running”, he cooed, peering over his glasses with a smirk on his face.
Vincent walks up the stairs of his fathers castle, he looks around and screams,"father where are you?!"

The Count sighed as he relaxed in his seat, “…in the lounge, dear”, he cooed, sipping some wine.