[hr][center][url=https://fontmeme.com/fonts/vampires-font/][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/200312/db6cac3685445064ad26ec4d8a901adc.png[/img][/url][color=red][h1]~VS~[/h1][/color][url=https://fontmeme.com/fonts/vampire-revised-font/][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/200128/28d7c89238d957b0835e657f73c7fc34.png[/img][/url] [color=red][sub][I]Part One: Alucard Is Just Dracula Backwards.[/I][/sub][/color][/center][hr] [right][indent][img]https://i.imgur.com/XYyIjwQ.gif[/img][/indent][/right] [right]"Do you know I've always loved taking long, enthusiastic, walks through the woods?" Alucard asked, staring down at the vampire with a manic grin. Though, perhaps "worthless pile of shit" was a better descriptor for the filth that groveled before him. It was a wonder this thing could even call itself a vampire with how much it whimpered and begged, while just minutes before it had boasted about how powerful it was. How it would end him and then kill the, quote, [I]fuckers[/I] that sent him, only to be reduced to a gibbering mess of vitriol tinged cursing. Alucard shook his head, his disappointment clear, and fired off another round into the vampires good kneecap. An action that elicited a screech from the unliving detritus. "[I]Very[/I] enthusiastic walks," he went on, his smile growing wider. "Fuck you!" the fledgling spat, his eyes burning with hate. "Aw, what's the matter? Has your bravado deserted you so soon?" Alucard chuckled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You seemed [I]so[/I] confident just a minute ago. I guess all that talk of ripping out my spine and skull fucking my employers was all bark and no bite." Alucard shook his head once more as he pressed the Jackal's barrel against the undeads forehead. Although his finger rested against the trigger, Alucard did not fire. Instead he locked his gaze with that of the fledglings, taking the time to savor the fear welling up in its eyes. It wasn't as if it could go anywhere after all, what with both of its legs missing, nor could it offer much in the way of a fight. Besides, he'd already given it the chance to try and kill him, and it had failed. This was simply the outcome of that failure. Emitting a disgusted [I]tsk[/I] as his demeanor returned to a more stoic state, he squeezed the trigger, reducing the fledglings skull to tiny chunks of blood, bone, and grey matter. Watching impassively as the lifeless corpse slumped to the floor, Alucard slid the Jackal back into its holster beneath his coat and turned away from the grizzly scene. Stalking off back through the trees, he began making his way back to Hellsing Manor, when he was suddenly engulfed by an impossibly bright light. "What the hell!?" He exclaimed, taking another uncertain step forward as the light began to fade. Once the illumination had disappeared completely, he found himself standing in a different area entirely. One that seemed to be utterly foreign to the forest in which he had just been standing. Where there had once been trees, moonlight, and nature, now there was only ruined concrete, twisted rebar, and the undisturbed inky blackness of night. Spinning around slowly, he began examining his surroundings in an attempt to figure out exactly where he was, to little success. If he was still in England, then it was not a part of it he recognized. [I]"How curious,"[/I] he mused, finishing his exam. Doing a quick search of his pockets, he found he still had the phone Integra had given him for use while out on missions. Scrolling through his contacts, he found her number and dialed it, only to be met with a special information tone and a prerecorded message saying the number was unavailable. "That's odd," he muttered, staring down at the device confusedly. "I should be able to reach her... then again..." He shifted his gaze towards the upper righthand corner of the screen. "Ah, so that's why. No signal." Shrugging, he shut the phone off and slid it back into his coat pocket. "Well, looks like I'm on my own..." A toothy grin twisted its way across his pale face. "Perfect." Readjusting his glasses, he set off into the wastes, wandering for hours until he finally sensed another person nearby. Well person was inaccurate. It was supernatural, like him. And powerful too. [I]Very powerful.[/I] "Well now, this is quite interesting," he said, drawing both of his pistols. [I]"Quite interesting indeed..."[/I] Breaking into a full on sprint, he rushed towards the source of the malignant energy, clouds of dust and debris following in his wake as he carved a path through the silent city, his mind set on only one thing... The possibility that, at long last, he might have finally found an opponent worthy of his skill.[/right] [hr][hr] [indent][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/DfzjrSBSx5Cx2/giphy.gif[/img][/indent] Dracula watched as the token flew into the air and vanished, seemingly without any further effect. Raising an eyebrow at this, he crossed his arms and waited, tapping his foot against the ground in a rather impatient manner. Wasn't there supposed to be some kind of creature or beast for him to slay? The message on the scroll certainly seemed to indicate this was the case, yet all he'd encountered thus far was the disturbing [i]lack[/i] of something to kill. Had the message been false after all? Were these tokens actually useless? If so then Dio was simply wasting his time gathering them and he himself using them. Better to just secure some territory, store up some blood, and then- Dracula was jolted from his thoughts as he heard the sound of footsteps approaching, each one grinding over broken glass and shattered stone as their owner drew closer and closer. [i]"Hmm, it appears I was mistaken,"[/i] Dracula mused as he scanned the surrounding area for the source of the noise, eventually finding it in the form of a tall, broad shouldered, and rather lanky looking man wearing a wide brimmed fedora, heavily tinted sunglasses, white gloves whose backs were covered in arcane looking stars, beneath which were the words [I]Gott Mit Uns[/I] or God With Us, an interesting detail to be sure, and a long red frock overcoat that prevented Dracula from identifying whatever else might be hidden underneath. Turning to face the summon head on, he took further note of its gait, which seemed relaxed, confident. He also took note of its direction of approach, which was due north of where he was standing. And most importantly of all, its face. The creature's face was pale, like porcelain if it were made of flesh. A good detail to be sure, as it told him all he needed to know concerning the nature of his foe. He was a vampire, and the battle that was about to follow? A joke. Where some might have been scared, even downright terrified, of such dark beings, Dracula could only view them with apathy. Maybe disgust or hatred if they truly warranted it. He'd killed so many of them, after all, and any sort of trepidation or fear he [I]might[/I] have felt towards them was long gone, having fallen into that cold void along with the rest of his human emotions. [I]"Most of them anyway,"[/I] he muttered, his mind making its way back to his family and the love he felt for them. A love that, even now, welled up warmly within the cold recesses of his dark heart, to the point where he had to silence the flood of memories that threatened to overwhelm his mind and distract him from his foe. With that done, though, he was finally able to devote his undivided attention to this new immortal. There was one thing about all of this that still confused him, however, and that was the saying he had seen on the mans gloves earlier. God with us. Quite the odd phrase for a fellow creature of the night to have plastered across their clothing, given their cursed nature and all, but perhaps this one was simply more religious than most. Either way it didn't really matter. God or not, guns or not, this whelp would fall. He would see to that. Channeling blood along his arm, he manifested his Shadow Whip and watched as the other vampire charged towards him, actually eager for the first time in his long existence, for the battle to begin.