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 Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 8:55 pm
"The bird of Hermes is my name ...
...eating my wings to make me tame" Name of Nightmare: Alucard
Fear: Vampires
Home: Wanderer
NM's Personality:
He fights with ferocity and often extreme cruelty, rarely shooting to kill until his target has been totally disabled and humiliated. He has a massive ego, and frequently gives enemies more than one chance to kill him before retaliating, just to demonstrate his enormous powers. Despite his thirst for battle, Alucard is not without feelings. Why he has chosen to finally find a human to "feed" on regularly is unknown at this time. What has caused this monster to finally venture out of the nightmare realm? We think it's bordem, though it is anyones guess.
His past is his own business, though perhaps it might be unfolded with time. Name of human: Steven
Human's history:
Pale and sickly, one would never expect this boy to be anywhere near the academy. However, it seems that he cannot stay away from it. It looms over 14th Ave, shooing away any homeless person daring to make a nest there. It is the achievement of the Police Squad, standing there to make it's mark upon the city with an iron fist. Anyone with a sense of "justice" comes here, hoping to pass their tests and become one of the best. Failing 14 times, it's not looking good for Steven... while he may be smart, his body isn't something that can stand up to the Academy's "standards" He is currently 19 years of age, and trying to keep a job long enough to pay his rent. He is currently working at "Chickies Chicken" and not home for most of the day now. When home, he is buried in a book or glued to the TV set.
Height: 5' 11''
Favorite Food: Ramen. It tastes good and it's cheap.
Least Liked Food: Currently Chicken. He dreams of his job closing down and all the chicken bursting into flames. BURN BABY, BUUURN.
Favorite TV Shows: Monk, Law and Order, Cased Closed, Psyche, etc.
Idol: Sherlock Holmes. Awesome Detective, loved his "Happy smoke"
Greatest Fear: Waking up and finding out that it's NOT just a dream. Also, blood sucking fiends. Go figure.
Lover: Unless you count the pillow he gives a kiss to when he gets home from work, no.
Pets: Hell no. Fur on Black = BAD.
Favorite Music: Depends. From Mozart to AudioSlave, this guy has it all. Perhaps this is why he can't pay his rent? Nah.
Favorite Video Game: Anything thats a RPG and doesn't involve scary s**t.
Favorite Book: Detective novels. Duh.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 12:23 am
Blood notes:
A place to keep records of both Alucard and his ... toy.
*May 16th: Alucard is awakened once more. Steven makes a tragic mistake about trusting canines~
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2007 4:01 am
.:Chapter one: The Awakening:.
Dark. The fog settling around the city gives off a sort of eerie feeling as it envelopes everything it falls over. It's the kind of night most parents try and yield their children from. Who knows what dark, disturbing things people do at this hour of the night. As parents tuck their little one's in bed, something sinister sleeps ever more, under the city streets. It's something that one would say is a fairly tale, something that should not exist.
It sleeps, waiting for something.....
As Steven clocked out he yawned, shuffling around the cheesy "Chickie's Chicken" apron that was around his neck. He was always the last person to leave. He was always the person forced to stay and close up for the night. While he didn't mind it anymore, getting home a bit earlier wouldn't hurt every once in a while. As he turned the key into the door and locked up he breathed a sigh of relief.
"No more chicken for another three days. Must be an early birthday present to me in disguise" he muttered.
Three day weekend, store would be closed this Monday. He peered over at the empty street. Papers blew in the wind, littering most of the over populated place. One could only wonder how long it would be until the place got far too inhabited to bother living in. He took a few steps forward to the side walk and wrapped his coat around him tightly. Cold. It always was at night. He had no real means of transportation. Normally he would guilt someone into picking him up for work. Tonight.. it seemed no one was there though. He reached into his pocket to grab his phone only to realize it wasn't even there.
"Let me guess... Cindy has it.." he sighed.
Realizing the inevitable, he started on the trail of what was going to be a nice, eleven block walk. The wind grew stronger, and house lights startied flickering or going out for the night. The street lamps still loomed overhead, making a dim-lit path to be followed. Steven.. was a quiet fellow normally. He took things in stride, never really arguing around with the facts of life. Walking this far might be a bother in his defense, but another milestone in his wavering lifestyle.
As he made it past the "Remington Department Complex" he heard something shuffle across the street. Steven arched an eyebrow, and looked further up in order to make out what was moving around. It seemed small. Black. Perhaps.. a canine? It whined, keeping close to the shadows of the old building. Not being able to resist his urge to see the animal up close, Steven slowly paced closer to it. Upon getting it to it however, it sprinted inside the building it was arched against.
"Figures.. probably just a stray mutt"
He looked up at the building. It seemed impressive, and quite old. Thinking for a moment Steven realized what it was. An old factory, not really much of anything anymore. It was abandoned back in the 80's. Shaking his head, Steven made a move to turn back when he noticed something. A light had popped on inside of the building. Odd. Abandoned buildings have lights now?
Curiosity might have killed the cat, but it was something Steven had a bad habit for. He trudged through the trash that had lined the place and made his way to the door. It seemed to be broken, a few shards of glass lined the area. He placed his fingers on the door handle. It shook, meaning it was not locked or anything in the first place. The animal had just run through it. Still odd. He pushed the door completely open. Feeling around, he found his way into the building. Papers, new ones, lined some of the machinery. Boxes seemed to be shoved in vacant corners.
"Hmm?"
He pressed up against one of the nearest boxes and sniffed at it. Despite failing 14 times at the Academy, it didn't mean he hadn't learned anything. It was something of course illegal that had to be in that box. He froze, thinking about the light he had seen earlier. It meant someone was inside. It meant someone possibly armed to protect these boxes were inside. He cursed loudly inside of his head. What to do? Be a hero? No.. this was not the time to be a hero. He carefully took a step back. He would leave and inform the people who WERE heroes. Another step. He was scared, making any noise would not be a smart thing to do after all. Another step. Eyes? Two eyes gleamed in the light shining through the broken windows. Steven squinted while trying to make out what they were, after almost having a heart attack. It was the animal from before. A dog. A dog led him here. It stood there, staring at Steven without a word coming from it's muzzle. Steven flinched, realizing this was a bad thing to have with him at the moment. He whispered to the animal, hoping to have it follow him outside. Bad idea. It tilted it's head and walked up to Steven as if to examine him. It sniffed him. Suddenly without warning it chuckled. Yes, chuckled. It did the closest thing a dog can do to mock you. As if to say "******** you", the dog slowly walked over to a nearby box and sniffed it. It then proceeded to ram into the box, causing it to fall over. Bad sign. Steven wanted to strangle the dog, but realized making an escape would be a better choice. Before taking another step he was standing in front of a very large man. How he got there is anyone's guess. He was apparently the "fast one" in his class. Steven flinched again, noticing the other mans hand brush his pocket. Before "introducing" himself, he decided to run frantically in the other direction. Not a logical thing to do. It beat staring the grim reaper face to face though. He turned a corner, hearing a shot fly past his shoulder. It missed, but it was close enough to scare the living s**t out of him. He took a flight of stairs leading downward without even thinking. When he made it to the last step he realized something. Down is bad. Down means no doorway outside. ********. Examining his soon-to-be gravesite, Steven pinned himself against the nearest wall. The room hadn't been used in years it seemed. One of the few areas not touched by this .. "man" that was currently most likely debating on how many times to shoot Steven. A few boxes lined the room. One was.. fairly large. It was black, covered with a long sheet. Steven decided to pull the sheet off. What would it matter? Death was soon, and he might as well enjoy the last few seconds of his life.
Upon pulling the sheet off Steven screamed like a little school girl. It was a coffin. Thats right, a coffin. Ironic right? He backed up. He backed up INTO the man with the gun. How lovely. He slowly turned around, staring into the mans eyes. 14 times he failed at the Academy, now he knew why. Pain. He grasped his shoulder after feeling quite amount of pain in it. He raised up his arm only to see it lined with blood. His ears were ringing, a shot had been fired. He stumbled. He stumbled against the black coffin that he had uncovered before. Blood dripped onto the floor as he moved slightly. It made a "squish" sound as it dropped into the coffin itself. Ironic. The coffin would keep him company in the afterlife, would be a nice home as well. He closed his eyes. His life wasn't really that eventful. His life was never really fun. And dammit, he never got to slap Cindy for taking his phone. As the man pulled the trigger Steven did not move. Where exactly would he go? Not the point. He did not wish to move. Despite this, the bullet never hit him. It hit something else. A long, slender arm was draped in front of Steven. It had taken the bullet. Wait.. arm? Steven twitched and looked to his left, only to find someone else standing there. He was standing in the now open coffin.
Red. He was donned in red clothing. A red, old hat was placed on top of his head. A long red coat was draped over his body. A red ribbon was tied around the neck of his black, buttoned shirt. Evermore, yellow glasses hid his red eyes. Two guns were in his hands. One firearm was black, the other was silver. He was.. grinning. He suddenly licked his lips, the lips that for some reason had a spot of red on it just before. Looking at the coffin you would never see Stevens drop of blood on it. He turned to Steven, no longer interested in the other man.
"What is your name?"
Steven was in no mood to answer this, he was bleeding for Christs sakes. Still, answering the man with the TWO guns seemed more logical than worrying about the man with just one.
"S.. Steven" he muttered out.
"Who are you? ..."
The man in red paused for a second before answering.
"I have been called Alucard once. That is what you may call me"
He turned to the other man and finally shot him. It was getting old to him, watching him stand there and curse in confusement. Toying with humans was something that had gotten old to him ages ago.
"Rats.. never die out"
He put both of the firearms back into the the pockets of his coat. He then turned to face Steven even closer. Steven merely clutched at his shoulder in pain. He looked up to Alucard with a sense of confusement himself. Why.. was the man in the coffin? Why did he save him? He groaned and stumbled back to lay against the wall. Staring at Alucard he realized he had never met a man dressed as so before.
"Thank.. you for saving me" he finally let out.
"Saving you? What makes you think I would save such trash as you?"
Steven's face turned white.
"I I.thought.."
He slid slightly down the wall.
"You awakened me." he said with the simplest of terms.
Steven was at a loss for words. Was he dealing with a psychopath? What ELSE could this man be? He was found sleeping in a coffin, armed. He winced. It made him think of all those horror shows he hated being forced to watch when he was younger. He then realized why this man creeped him out so much. A coffin and old style clothing.. it was as if this man was taken out of an odd Dracula adaptation. It was as his childhood horror had come to torment him before his last breath. He slid further down the wall, realizing he couldn't do anything.
"You humans are incomprehensible ... yet always so weak" he said as he reached and pulled his white gloves further up his arm.
He chuckled. Chuckled? Steven thought to himself, it had sounded familiar. No.. it was a dog earlier. Just a dog. Still clutching his shoulder, Steven finally made it down to the floor.
"Are you planning to kill.. me as well?"
Alucard tilted his head at him and grinned.
"Do you want to live?"
Steven thought for a moment, as if to actually debate on this answer.
"Y.. yes. I do."
As if it mattered.
"Hmm.. no matter what?"
Steven twitched, wondering why he was being asked this.
"Yes..."
Alucard then began to laugh, quite loudly in fact.
"Such strong words from someone like you. Lets see if you mean it though. I wonder, what makes your blood boil?"
His eyes seemed as if they stared into the very soul of Steven. Before Steven could worry about what the hell was about to happen, he blinked. Yes, blinking makes a difference. When he opened his eyes Alucard was not there. Instead, a dog sat there staring in his place.
"What the ********?..." he said trembling.
"Was he ever there?..."
Using one arm, he pushed himself up the wall slowly. He needed a doctor. He felt in his pocket without thinking and felt his phone. Wait.. phone? It wasn't there earlier. He could have swore it was not there earlier. He pulled it out and dialed 911, answering their questions and pushing up against the wall again. He looked around and noticed there wasn't even a coffin in the room. Just old boxes.
"Just a factor from all this stress.. I started imagining things.. That guy must have tripped on something and shot himself. Yea.. thats when I started seeing things...."
The dog walked up to him and gave him a small nibble before running off again. He sighed and closed his eyes. This would be a long wait for an ambulance.
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