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nolifeemperor) wrote2018-01-21 07:04 pm
nolifeemperor) wrote2018-01-21 07:04 pm
Hunters immortal | Locked to singinghuntress
[This is an AU as some points to the canon needs to be changed to fit the story.]
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Nothing stays forever or truly last. There is no such thing as true immortality. Alucard learned this the hard way. He laid his Master to rest in a tomb watched over a angel made of grey stone. He often thought that his Mistress is fortunate enough to live so long up well to her 90s, an old woman with long grey silver hair with a memory so sharp, she remembered every moment to the last of her dying day. After the funeral, he relinquished the manor to the hands of the government, as being a vampire he has no interest in keeping it to himself and neither did he have legal rights to own the property that was once was the Helsing's Estate, the famous home of the last original vampire slayers. Integra left no heir as she remains unmarried to the grave.
Although he turned his back on God in a measure of 750 hundred years ago, and he still did, part of him kept the faith that she is in His hands, and with a heavy heart and sigh, he counted his blessings. With only his clothes and coffin on his back, he and Seras left the manor, to exist in the world and be forgotten, where vampires over the decades become a thing of legends and myths, a nightmare existed only in human imagination, and to be written off as a novels and tales you'll find in the horror section in the bookstore. And Alucard thought it was meant to be, and he figured Integra wanted it that way. Who wants to live the nightmare as a reality? Humanity experienced that when they had their war with Major long ago, after they defeated him.
He spend the next several decades with his daughter, Seras, but eventually even his child, his only child wanted to be free, as she found her way to assimiliate with society, found love with a mortal, and he set her free, letting her go. He didn't blame her, who wants to hang around with a deadbeat dad, so to speak? So, after his daughter left, promising to call often as technology is so easy these days with everyone owning a cellphone or send a thought through telepathy even hundreds miles away, Alucard is on his own, facing eternity the same way he faced everday, like facing into the Abyss, laughed at it, except no one in the Darkness that will laugh back. This is Death in it's Ultimate Form and waking up to it where everyday is the same as the last, an awkward silence of loneliness, preying and hunting if he's hungry or desire for sport, and wandering the world like a poor lost soul beyond God's help, because he is.
One day, he was climbing the rocky Himalayan mountains, where he climbed mount Everest to silence his restless mind, atop the frosted caps where the snow and ice don't melt for thousands of years. When the dawn peaks above the horizon, not that the sun has any effect on him since he's highly resistant to it's light, a memory popped in his mind. The Sniper Girl, Casper.
A hundred of years ago, he left her for dead on that dreaded ship, where he set it ablaze in his adrenaline rush toward victory to win the war. Now, the taste of death and chaos of war is now a memory, no longer existed in a world where humans and their technology made advancement and evolve as a civilization as war is a thing of the past, but as long there is humans, there is always a chance.
Yet in that moment, when he grasped Casper's bayonet, when he pinned her against the wall to punish her and teach her a lesson, to follow a false ideology of a false world, and to claim false on powers that do not belong to her, in that moment where he changed his mind, perhaps allowing the weakness of pity and some shred of mercy to allow her to live, in that moment, playing god and playing with her life, as to her, he is Zamiel, he is her Death, he gave her a slim chance to live and survive. He impaled her against the wall, but changed the position where he lowered the bayonet by a few degrees, away from her heart, away from the vital organs, and simply pinned her to the steel wall of the ship, and presumed she will bleed to death. He drank from her, and in that moment, he changed his mind and shared a piece of his soul into her as he bite down on her neck, to help her stay alive and claim her later as his war trophy...and then, in the midst of the flames and fury of battle, when he left the ship, he simply forgotten her.
Ah, ha, now he figured out as he meditated on the snowy caps as to why he thought about her now in a desolate place so high in a country where monks travelled on foot or horseback and make a pilgrimage to achieve enlightment toward Nirvana. She was still alive, because he left a piece of himself in her, then he abandoned her, left her for dead, and forgotten her and didn't complete the blood covenant. How he could forget? He laughed to himself, because he realized he lost his marbles and made a simple mistake, forgotten a single detail. But then again with 3 millions souls, ghosts living inside of his head for all eternity, as he is never sane to begin with and he knew he was God's sin and mistake since the day he was born. Still, even a slight of decision, perhaps God never made mistakes and works in mysterious ways. Now, as he climbed down the mountain, he made it his tasks to find her.
Finding Rip in the world is like finding a needle in a haystack, but being the hunter, where's the fun in all of that if he finds her immediately? They said the world is a playground, and there many forests and jungles to search. And so, upon that thought, he searched the world, travelling over oceans, deserts, thundras, and forests, on foot, on horseback, by car, by train, or by airplane, as he went on a journey to look for her.
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Nothing stays forever or truly last. There is no such thing as true immortality. Alucard learned this the hard way. He laid his Master to rest in a tomb watched over a angel made of grey stone. He often thought that his Mistress is fortunate enough to live so long up well to her 90s, an old woman with long grey silver hair with a memory so sharp, she remembered every moment to the last of her dying day. After the funeral, he relinquished the manor to the hands of the government, as being a vampire he has no interest in keeping it to himself and neither did he have legal rights to own the property that was once was the Helsing's Estate, the famous home of the last original vampire slayers. Integra left no heir as she remains unmarried to the grave.
Although he turned his back on God in a measure of 750 hundred years ago, and he still did, part of him kept the faith that she is in His hands, and with a heavy heart and sigh, he counted his blessings. With only his clothes and coffin on his back, he and Seras left the manor, to exist in the world and be forgotten, where vampires over the decades become a thing of legends and myths, a nightmare existed only in human imagination, and to be written off as a novels and tales you'll find in the horror section in the bookstore. And Alucard thought it was meant to be, and he figured Integra wanted it that way. Who wants to live the nightmare as a reality? Humanity experienced that when they had their war with Major long ago, after they defeated him.
He spend the next several decades with his daughter, Seras, but eventually even his child, his only child wanted to be free, as she found her way to assimiliate with society, found love with a mortal, and he set her free, letting her go. He didn't blame her, who wants to hang around with a deadbeat dad, so to speak? So, after his daughter left, promising to call often as technology is so easy these days with everyone owning a cellphone or send a thought through telepathy even hundreds miles away, Alucard is on his own, facing eternity the same way he faced everday, like facing into the Abyss, laughed at it, except no one in the Darkness that will laugh back. This is Death in it's Ultimate Form and waking up to it where everyday is the same as the last, an awkward silence of loneliness, preying and hunting if he's hungry or desire for sport, and wandering the world like a poor lost soul beyond God's help, because he is.
One day, he was climbing the rocky Himalayan mountains, where he climbed mount Everest to silence his restless mind, atop the frosted caps where the snow and ice don't melt for thousands of years. When the dawn peaks above the horizon, not that the sun has any effect on him since he's highly resistant to it's light, a memory popped in his mind. The Sniper Girl, Casper.
A hundred of years ago, he left her for dead on that dreaded ship, where he set it ablaze in his adrenaline rush toward victory to win the war. Now, the taste of death and chaos of war is now a memory, no longer existed in a world where humans and their technology made advancement and evolve as a civilization as war is a thing of the past, but as long there is humans, there is always a chance.
Yet in that moment, when he grasped Casper's bayonet, when he pinned her against the wall to punish her and teach her a lesson, to follow a false ideology of a false world, and to claim false on powers that do not belong to her, in that moment where he changed his mind, perhaps allowing the weakness of pity and some shred of mercy to allow her to live, in that moment, playing god and playing with her life, as to her, he is Zamiel, he is her Death, he gave her a slim chance to live and survive. He impaled her against the wall, but changed the position where he lowered the bayonet by a few degrees, away from her heart, away from the vital organs, and simply pinned her to the steel wall of the ship, and presumed she will bleed to death. He drank from her, and in that moment, he changed his mind and shared a piece of his soul into her as he bite down on her neck, to help her stay alive and claim her later as his war trophy...and then, in the midst of the flames and fury of battle, when he left the ship, he simply forgotten her.
Ah, ha, now he figured out as he meditated on the snowy caps as to why he thought about her now in a desolate place so high in a country where monks travelled on foot or horseback and make a pilgrimage to achieve enlightment toward Nirvana. She was still alive, because he left a piece of himself in her, then he abandoned her, left her for dead, and forgotten her and didn't complete the blood covenant. How he could forget? He laughed to himself, because he realized he lost his marbles and made a simple mistake, forgotten a single detail. But then again with 3 millions souls, ghosts living inside of his head for all eternity, as he is never sane to begin with and he knew he was God's sin and mistake since the day he was born. Still, even a slight of decision, perhaps God never made mistakes and works in mysterious ways. Now, as he climbed down the mountain, he made it his tasks to find her.
Finding Rip in the world is like finding a needle in a haystack, but being the hunter, where's the fun in all of that if he finds her immediately? They said the world is a playground, and there many forests and jungles to search. And so, upon that thought, he searched the world, travelling over oceans, deserts, thundras, and forests, on foot, on horseback, by car, by train, or by airplane, as he went on a journey to look for her.
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That fateful night, She knew she was going to die. The moment he pinned her and started to drink, Rip knew she was going to die. And yet..she wasn't sure what happened, but, she lived.
The rest of the war was a blur to her, something that was only a hazy memories of blood and fire. Yet, somehow she had managed to free herself from where she was pinned and hide until it was all over. Rip had the will to live and so she made sure she did. The time it took her to heal also allowed her to come to terms with the nightmare she witness that was Zamiel. And yet, for a time she still feared he would come back and finish her off. But, as the years started to pass and she was forgotten, that fear started to fade slowly. The nightmares weren't nearly as frequent anymore and by the time the first century passed, it was a distant memory.
With her new lease on life, Rip had time to think and to reconsider the path she chose all those years ago when the choice was given to her. The desire to prove herself had driven her to accept the experiment, to train and improve herself and then to follow the ideals of a mad man whose goals had been nothing but death and destruction.
Rip had never been a religious woman. She knew what she wanted and turned her back on faith simply because of the atrocities she had seen...had partaken in during both wars she had been in. From the experiments of the second world war...to The Majors war of destruction. If there was a God and he allowed things like that to happen, then what was the point? She didn't see one.
Yet now, she didn't have a purpose. She no longer had a fight to look forward to and for the first few decades of her freedom, she wandered. Rip became a ghost on the battlefields of modern warfare, feeding and observing. On occasion she may put her talents to good use to save a child or a fallen soldier, but, those instances were rare.
Eventually, she grew tired of following humanity's trail and with wars becoming less frequent, she felt restless and looked elsewhere for something that might fill the void she felt.
She so for nearly a century she traveled and wandering from city to city. Sometimes taking mortal lovers for short periods before moving on. However, eventually even she grew tired of that. It seems... now she did have eternal life and was just starting to realize what that meant.
Rip finally just disappeared into the jungles of the Amazon once more. She had good memories of Brazil...so it only made sense that she went back there after wandering for so long. She made a home for herself deep within the wilderness and loss track of time. Every once in awhile, she would head to one of the bigger cities, get supplies or just sit in a cafe and watch.
Her bloodlust was still very prevalent, a never ending hunger that was never satisfied no matter how much she killed. There were even a few moments early on in her settlement that she wiped entire small villages off the face of the Earth to try and satisfy herself. Nothing worked. The predator in her didn't have a challenge and so was just as restless as she was. Eventually, she got used to the dull hungry ache and managed to quell it enough to stay sane most nights. She still hid from the sun, sleeping as the dead during the day, well hidden to keep herself safe in an underground bunker she knew off from the old days.
And that was where Alucard would find her. A huntress dressed in what served as her sleeping clothes, dead to the world during the day. She was helpless like this..and still so very weak, not even realizing what she could really do.
How could she? No one was around to teach her.
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He chased after a thin trail of her energy signature, the way he remembered it after all of those years ago, brief as their meeting is, though that single battle felt like hours. She was lost in a sea of other souls. He has found addresses, phone numbers, fake identities, but when he found the house and homes, it was empty, as she had long moved out.
Not one to easily give up that easily, his search taken him to Brazil. Ah, Brazil. The heat of this country, it's carnivals, and rainforests. He remembered. It was one of the bases of their operations when they carried it out. And the dramatic violent display when he was checked in the hotel, and he murdered the entire swat team, using his powers to lift the soldiers and impaled them for the public to see and witness. There was still a video of that somewhere in some archive in the library, the grusome moment was recorded. Humanity forgets, but he didn't forget that night. It was so much fun, making an example of himself, display his powers for all to see and to make an example. The hotel is still there, even after all of these years.
During his trips, of all the beings, he wondered why he let her go? Was he moved by her tears? Did she roped herself with the wrong crowd? A Monster like himself shouldn't feel pity, but he did. Either way, he reasoned with himself, that he'll go reclaim a missing soul piece that he put in her body, though he hadn't thought of the process of how he'll reclaim it, only that he needs to find it.
The Amazon jungles is no place for any man, and even now, the forests is still green, hot, and humid. The trees with winding vines stood like towers. The sound of the animals and mysterious insects filled his vampiric ears and vision. There are still lost indigenous beasts, hidden in the mysterious canopy, unrecorded and unaccounted for by civilized men, and Alucard could see them when the helicopters and researchers couldn't find them easily. He left them alone for humans to find, for the most part.
Curious place to hide, Huntress, but it suits you. He thought as he walked by the river bank, tracing her trail. It started off a weak signal, but as he comes closer and closer to finding her. Until they're close enough to sense each other in a close radius many miles away apart. He paused as he tunes into her, tracing her like finding a cat that seeks a hiding place in the trees of the jungle using his third eye to seek her. There is little wind.
I'm here now, Casper. Zamiel is here. Can you sense me? Can you sense me coming close to you? Now I want to know.
Not that she can't read his thoughts though, but she can and will sense him. He looks up to the moon, his only light, and the cold distant stars. Grinning, smiling to himself. He found her.
What would you do?
He waited as he watched the shadows of the trees. To see if there is a sign. Perhaps a bird that flies out or if she attacks or if she hides. Any sign of movement at all.
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Nightmares of that long forgotten night were surfacing in the haze of her minds eye, flashes of light and the heat of fire. The pain blossoming within her chest where even now there was a faded scar, practically forgotten. Rip tossed and turned as she slept in her hidden bunker, buried under vines and jungle over growth. She should be safe there! No one even knew where she was...
Yet, when she woke that night, she was on edge. Something was wrong. Every instinct she had was screaming at her to either fight or flee from whatever was approaching. What scared her the most was that the darkness that was approaching felt familiar.
Very frighteningly familiar.
She scrambled out of her bed, not even bothering to change out of her sleeping shorts and tank top as she grabbed her glasses. Her long hair trailed around her as the hunger.. that instinct of hers reared up. It wanted to fight, to survive! She was trembling, warring with herself before finally one of her instincts won out.
She grabbed the gun she had at her beside. It was a modern thing and a distant cry from her musket. But, that had been destroyed centuries ago. Rip loaded it and the slipped out the back entrance she had created after finding this place nearly a decade or two ago.
Once outside, she was silent and fading into the underbrush as she circled around. The only real hint that she was there was the glint of moonlight that briefly caught her pale skin before she disappeared.
The Huntress wasn't going to die...wasn't going to go down without a fight. Especially when she finally saw who was standing there. Terror stabbed through her and yet, she refused to give into it this time. Zamiel was not claiming Caspar that night if she had anything to say about it.
Even if she was outmatched, she wasn't giving up.
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His figure is tall, covered completely in darkness, his red eyes glowing in the darkness. His pitch-black shaggy hair and his long red coat wispy around him, even if there is no wind. Ah, so that's what you will do. To come fight me. Already battle ready.
Like her nightmares, Alucard haven't changed his form after all of these decades. "Quite a welcome, Rip Van Winkle." His lips turned into a bit of a smirk, and then he laughed at her. "You made yourself at home here. Quite a comfortable place to hide, don't you think?"
His darkness calls out to her, a song she cannot resist, as his deep voice fills into her. "I left you back on that ship in such a hurry. Come. If you still feel the pain, then..." Still smiling, that bastard, as this reunion isn't quite he expected, as they're in the middle of nowhere.
"Give me your first shot. Go on, use your bullets without distinction. Tear me to pieces. If you succeed in killing me, you'll sleep better. But if you lose...I'll claim you as my prize and you shall join ranks with me. Go on, go ahead. You have been waiting for me, you always have. The monster and boogeyman that haunts your dreams. What are you waiting for? Shoot me. Go on, just try to kill me~"
Crimson eyes glowing in the darkness, searching her will and determination, as he taunts her to attack him first. Eyes that look at her like prey.
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And yet, even as she readied her gun and heard his words. Something tugged at her. Something dark was pulling her to him like a deadly siren's call that almost made her loose her focus for a second or two. In those seconds, she started to move closer to him as if being drawn in.
The closer she got to him, the worse it got and Rip didn't know why. This was a creature of her nightmares! The very devil that threatened to drag her to hell if she lost! The one that had left her alive all those years ago. Left her in pain and agony to bleed to death among the fires on that cursed ship. Every painful moment of being impaled was a fresh vivid memory with him standing right there before her and she had to fight, to claw her way through the fear that threatened to consume her like the darkness he represented would if she wasn't careful.
Before she could break her cover, she finally managed to get herself under control and shove it away, forcing herself to focus as her determination to survive asserted itself with the sheer force of will she gained over her wandering the last few centuries...
With a glare of determination, she brought her gun up and aimed. A shot rang out and like before on the ship, the aim was true as it tore into him to quickly loop around and add more damage to what she was trying to do.
It may not be her musket... but, the effect was the same. Maybe this time she would do what she failed to last time and finally free herself of him! Rip was hoping..practically praying for that to be the case...to have her nightmares vanquished at long last! For the prey to best the predator practically upon her...
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"Good shooting. Such amazing aim. You can rapid fire roughly 120 bullets per minute for each round." He said, even counting the bullets as Alucard is surprisingly good at math.
Even if he's bleeding a lot of blood, and she made holes through his clothes, unfortunately, her effort will be in vain, because the bullets have no effect on him. If Walter cannot defeat, if no armies can defeat him, then her strength alone will not win against the Devil that walked the Earth.
"You remember the story of Casper and Zamiel? The Devil came for Casper to collect his soul for his sins." Then smirking, he grabbed Rip Van Winkle by her long hair, clutched her hair with an iron grip, causing her pain as she struggles against him. "Your talents are obviously being wasted out here, Rip Van Winkle. So I come to collect you." This is a child's game to him really, but Alucard finds this fun. It almost enlivens him. With a bit of a hum, he grabs her gun to take it away by sheer force.
"You lost. You're mine now." He said as he held her in mid-air, holding her by the hair as a reign, allowing her a few moments to let his words sink in and to think what he really means by them.
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Rip froze where she was as fear washed over her with every step he took closer to her, rooting the huntress to the spot until he was right there before her. She was trembling, eyes wide . Even with the compliments... she still felt fear.
And then he brought up that story..How could she forget it!? That story had been the one that she had been trying to defy her entire life and thought she finally managed until HE showed back up.
Rip tried to pulled away only to have his hands on her long hair, keeping her in place even as she struggles on instinct and nearly screams in pain. Even her gun was forcefully taken from her as she desperately tried to break free!
And before she knew it, he had her in mid-air as his words sank in. The devil had come to collect her. She belonged to him now and that terrified her to no end.
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At that, he finally dropped her to the ground, letting her fall. But he kept her gun in his hands, not returning it. She's truly the last one, and while she is never strong enough to defeat him in all of eternity, he can see the fight and battle between him and her is still there.
"And so, I want you to come with me, and serve me."
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Rip fell to the ground and huddled there, hugging herself as bloody tears trailed down her cheeks. She could never defeat him... She really didn't have a choice. She belonged to him.
And he was right. With her insatiable hunger, she might turn this lush land into a desert over time. There were days she could barely control it though they weren't as often as they used to be... But, it was an endless ache she could never get rid of.
"...Az if I haf a choice." Her voice was quiet as she huddled there, head down and trembling. And yet, there was still the small hint of defiance left within her. "Vhy are you not killing me. Vhy do you vish for me to serve you."
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"Because I'm bored and my last servant left me. So you'll just have to do."
He prodded her with the tip of his foot, to see if she would get up. As much as he finds this pitiful creature entertaining to watch, he detests weakness. The destruction of her pride is necessary if he wants to rebuild her and mold her to his will, and he beats every ounce of her ties to her previous life left from her battalion.
"Now, I bet you're starving. If you want to eat, I want you to get up and follow me." Patiently, "Now get up and get on your feet. No servant of mine shall cower before the Master."
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At the prod from his boot, she quietly got to her feet, head still down even as she stood there streaked in dirt and still in her sleeping clothes which left her long pale limbs bare and just barely hid what was necessary to stay decent. After all, this was a jungle. She didn't see the point in anything more than a tank top and a small pair of shorts to sleep in and it wasn't like she had any current lovers to worry about.
As for the destruction of her pride...?He's definitely delivered a killing blow to it and destroyed what she had built up over the last few centuries. but, he wouldn't find it easy to completely destroy some of her old ties to her past. But then again, he might like that challenge if he had plans for her.
As for her hunger, she stood up a little straight and still refused to look at him. "Fine...Hopefully vatever you haf in mind vill be enough. Zhen again, it iz never enough."
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"I want you to come because you're a part of me." Which is true, since technically, Rip herself as a vampire gets a share of Mina's blood when Mellenia found her body a century ago and began their experiments, where her blood is technically coming from Alucard. So everything that begins and ends, it's always him all the long.
Once she gets her bearings together and she's on her feet. "Now, go pack your things. We got a plane to catch."
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"I am not part of you." It was a statement of defiance as she raised her chin slightly and managed to shove her fear of him down enough to glare up at him. Despite her own impressive height, he was still taller than her.
And yet...She really had nowhere else to go. She also didn't have much to pack as she turned away from him. Would she go with him? Again, did she really have a choice? As much control as she had over her hunger, she knew she was constantly starving and as peaceful as this place was...
Rip didn't belong anywhere. "Vhere are you taking me."
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"Besides hunger, you need to rest in the dirt of your homeland, otherwise you grow weak over time. So, Germany is your native homeland, isn't? Then that's where we go." After all, the rainforest and it's Brazillian soil is fertile and rich, but it won't sustain her, not even the game and it's animals as a food source here. With Alucard's point, he knows she had belonged somewhere once, long ago...
"If you stay here long enough, I'll teach you how to eat centipedes and tarantulas in that case." He said, with a dark sense of humor. He's teasing her!
At that, the journey begins with a simple walk through the dense jungles of the rainforest to find their way back to civilization and to the airport.
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Mostly, a few faded pictures of old lovers, trinkets.. and maybe even a letter or two along with a few small pieces of jewelry. Among the clothes there was nothing special...except one work suit that looked well taken care off. She got dressed in a simple tanktop and jeans with a light jacket to go over it and basic sneakers.
Her hair was pulled back into a low ponytail by the time she emerged from her hiding place and quietly went to him.
After hearing were they might be going next, she was very quiet. Rip..hadn't set foot in her homeland in centuries. She avoided it when she had been traveling. And...perhaps, that would explain why she was so much weaker compared to him.
"...Yes, Germany vas. I vas born on zhe edge of zhe Black Forest in a small village I doubt exists anymore." And was...that a joke? She gave him a strange look, not quite sure if he was serious or not?
Regardless, she's following him quietly through the forest towards civilization and the airport.
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The trip to the airport is no small feat. They have to check into the hotel first, as Alucard has to pick up his coffin and his bags and then they checked out. The trip on the plane is quite...cramped so to speak, as it takes a whole day to travel from Brazil to Germany across the half the world over the vast Atlantic Ocean and crossing time zones.
The next few days seem to be an entire blur as they arrived in Germany's airport, travelled through the capital, hitched rides, and rode through the highways to travel to Germany's famous Black Forest, where the trees are rich as the soil, the air is cold and clean, and there's big game in abundance.
By the end of the week, they're together in the iconic forests, and Alucard treated the whole time as if he's on a holiday that he has forgotten their previous fight back in the hot tropics of the rainforest. "This is much better. Germany is really something. This feels like the forests back in my homeland in Transylvania." Alucard said as he hikes through a rough trail through the forest. "Now the first thing we have to do is to make a coffin for you and filled it up with fresh dirt." He said.
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Especially since part of it was during the day and her skin was still very sensitive to the sun, leaving her hiding in a large hoodie to cover herself with with a deep hood and gloves. It may have her looking strange but, she didn't want to feel the burn that would come with exposure..especially since Rip fell asleep for part of it, sinking into her chair and becoming literally dead to the world until nightfall again. A clue to just how young and weak she was compared to her 'Master'.
As for the rest of it, As long as Alucard was willing to put up with her own limits, the trip was a blur to her as well and as soon as they reached Germany, she felt something stir within her...and the closer they got to the Black forest, Rip was surprisingly feeling...stronger.
She was still quiet and refusing to talk to him unless she had to and still burying herself in heavy clothing that covered her though. "..Does it? I hafn't been here since...zhe var." Which was centuries ago. Back when she was human.
However, when he mentioned a coffin, she froze in her tracks. "Vhy vould I need a coffin? I've never needed one before."
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He dragged the large tree to a clearing in the woods, and that's when he pulled out the tools out of his bag and gets to work on it. Cutting it up, sawing it, nailing it, hammering it, and then paint lacquer over it to give it a shine.
"Until you get strong enough to sleep in a normal bed, you have to sleep in this one. If a coffin is made well, it can seal off the sunlight while you sleep and when closed shut, it closes off the air and us vampires don't need much oxygen to survive. That's the remedy for your weakness. Your shots are weak and slow, that I was able to count your shots even while I close my eyes and sleep."
When the coffin is finished, he filled it up with dirt as a finishing touch. "There, your bed is ready. Now hop in and sleep."
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Healthy enough to climb a tree and settle into a lower branch as she watched him work on creating the coffin and eventually even shove her hoodie back. When she wasn't pissed or angry at him, Rip almost appeared young and innocent as she watched him with her curiosity definitely shining through.
But at the mention of sleeping in it an how weak she was.. she made a face and maybe even growled softly.
"I'm not slow und veak. You're just too old." And she wasn't about to budge from her perch as she eyed the coffin and the dirt inside.
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When the bed is all finished, he answered with a shrug. "I can still crush your throat with my mind as you sit there. Whether you want to sleep or not, it's up to you." With a yawn and stretch, as that's one project completed, he sets his mind on other tasks. "Now I'm off hunting and shall be right back."
And at that, he left the clearing, leaving her makeshift bed behind as he goes hunting for wild game in the forest, and he'll be gone for hours on his own, he went without her into the darkness as the sun sets.
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But, now that she was left alone with the coffin without him there it was like she was being drawn to it on almost an instinctive level. Gradually she left her perch and approached it. She ran her hands along the edge of it and was even starting to feel tired.
By the time he arrived back several hours later, Rip had crawled into the coffin and pulled the lid over her. She was sleeping a sound deep sleep... probably the first one she's had in centuries.
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"You're awake? Did you dream of anything?" Was the first thing he said to her in the silence of the forest night. Still the tall, imposing hunter as she remembered him. He hardly changed. The same monster decades ago, though the decade felt like yesterday. Using a hunting knife, he cuts a huge chunk of the meat and offered it to her. Still rare and on the bloody side.
"Eat. It might be a bit gamey, but it fills the hunger well."
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...Since she had been human.
Her attention focused back on Alucard as she leaned against the edge of her coffin. He really hadn't changed since the night they met and he nearly killed her. Why had he spared her? That was something she still wondered sometimes. Though with the crackling fire framing him like it was, it brought the memories of that night into sharp focus for her.
The smell, the screams of the dying and his overwhelming presence. She shook her head and pulled her hoodie a little closer around her before very cautiously approaching as he offered food.
Rip was reluctant to take it even if it was bloody and rare. "...I've never been able to eat anyzhing solid since..." She was created. Which was why she was looking at the meat warily.
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"It's not necessary." He said. "Fine, fine, more for me then." He eats it for himself, treating this as another calm night. He remembered that night as if it was yesterday, but to him, war is a game to him. A beautiful dream. Too bad it ended and now there's no more wars, and any wars between humans, it's for humans, for them, as the war he always wanted is that between vampires.
"If you're feeling thirsty and need blood, there's a small town nearby." He said, and there's a slow dark chuckle. "What's there to stop you? As long you don't get caught."
That's a challenge. From him. His eyes when locked into hers, encouraging her to do it in her mind, and his presence is so strong, almost irresistible. "Just try not too kill so many to draw attention to yourself. You must be silent as the night itself. Go on. You need to drink human blood. The animals in the forest will never fill your thirst."
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Which... was why she had eventually left the battlefield. And with no other vampires around, she had been alone until now. Until he felt like finding her again and apparently reclaiming her, something she was still annoyed and wary about. but, she also knew better than to fight him. Rip liked living.
As for his challenge, it took a few moments to realize he was even talking to her as she pulled herself out of her thoughts to look up at him. She locked eyes with the elder vampire and felt the compulsion to accept the challenge. Feed without getting caught. Go satisfy her unending thirst. She nodded slightly and then reluctantly pulled away from her coffin to go and do just that.
She was silent as she faded into the shadows, moving like the huntress she was. Years in the Amazon taught her how to move through trees and forests without making a sound or disturbing what was around her. It was what made hunting game so easy for her! The thrill of letting her instincts take control as she hunted... But, she wasn't hunting animals this time, she was hunting humans. A type a prey that was trickier to capture than a deer..
And yet, she found herself at the edge of the village just at the treeline where civilization met forest and paused. She spent a little time observing the houses and the people still awake this late at night. Not many, but at least one or two.
It was a small village, one where everyone knew everyone. Where everyone trusted everyone else...so, finding an unlocked door was easy as she picked her first target and slipped in.
She managed to get the wife first while she slept. The first taste of human blood in so long was...heavenly on her lips! Rip didn't stop until the woman was drained dry! Then the husband, still asleep and unaware his life was about to end...After she finished the young couple off, she realize there were children in the house. Two..She hesitated slightly but, then again her hunger was driving her at this point to slaughter anyone she could.. So she did. The boy was easy. The girl? Woke up and started screaming and fighting her. Rip growled and smothered the girl before drinking from her..
Rip managed one more house before attempting a third. Just how much of the village could she drink down before she was full or got caught?
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That would give her something to do in the mean time. He knew being a vampire, a monster of all monsters is a long, dull boring life, a parasite to forever feed on the humans to keep oneself alive. He wondered what her time spending and hunting in the amazon did to her. Most of her skills seemed to be self-taught, but he is the Master, and if he gives her certain tasks, that would sharpen her hunting skills further. After all, they're no longer human anymore. Just shadows of nightmares being made into reality.
And the challenge is to don't get caught, especially in a town where the people are more populated, more dense. He simply waited, watching her from afar, to simply observe the extent of her hunting skills. He got his results. How interesting! How evil. He was so bored, he was actually delighted. After all, he's a monster with no remorse...and yet, he too is conflicted as the good side of him wanted to stop her and repent her sin as his own, as she only obeyed him out of fear and terror yet feeding is necessary, and nothing more.
However, by the time she finished the second house, he caught up to her. He simply appeared right behind her, walking through the walls, as if walls are nothing to him, and he crept up to her like a hovering shadow. If she rampage through more homes, she'll get caught. He spoke to his fledging in her mind, even without moving his lips. Through this trial, he made her.
He caught up to her and caught her by the wrist, holding her tightly with a vice grip that it's painful and hurt, enough to crush it, but he's really rough-handling her to stop her in her tracks before she's unable to stop herself though it seems she has no ability to stop on her own, no control or discipline the powerful hunger to feed and kill without discrimination.
"That's enough." He said, calmly as if the scene and heinous crime she commited is nothing more than a dream. "Come back home to the forest with me. Before the sun is rising."
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Which also meant she felt no remorse over taking the lives she just took and even with her skills and instincts so sharp, she still had a lot to learn. She relied heavily on her speed and strength. Nothing more. There wasn't any finesse to it nor supernatural about it really. Just cold efficiency.
Rip was about to leave the house for the next when she felt his presence behind her and tensed up just as she felt his hand on her wrist, holding so tight it hurt as she tried to tug out of it. She heard his voice in her head and that sent a mild sense of panic through his fledgling as she tugged harder while trying to reign herself in. Which was no easy feat considering her fear of him. He really should know better than to sneak up on her like that...
It would take several minutes before she was calm enough to even speak! "I'm still hungry. Vhy can't I haf one more house?"
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"Because you're drawing attention to yourself." He stated matter-of-factly, and as she struggled like a growling demonic cat, he sighed. The family she killed, the lives are on his hands.
Little did Rip know, he's struggling with a dual nature, though his evil side vastly outnumbered his good side. While he has no remorse in killing, but once the lives are truly gone, that spark within deeply regret it, and he knew he's far from achieving Nirvana, and the good side came out to stop her from taking more lives...at least for tonight.
"No, that's enough. Control yourself." But if she's still insist in drinking more, well, he decide to take matters in his hands. He picked up Rip, and hoist her on his broad shoulder to carry her off back to the forest. "We're going home now. That's an order."
At least, the morning news will have something interest to report the next day, and no one will catch who did it.
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She growled as he told her to controlled herself and before she could protest more, she was over his shoulder and he was carrying her out. "But, I'm still hungry! Zhis vas hardly enough!" she was struggling against his grip as he carried her back to the woods and their little 'home' for now.
The morning news definitely had something interesting to report... and one hell of a mystery.
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"I understand, but if you have continued, there won't be a town left by morning. And humans don't generate quickly like we do." His hold on her is tight, as he tried to restrain her, and once they are far away, far enough, he lowered her down but continued to restrain her if she continues fighting him. The crazed bloodthirst is in her eyes showing no shred of sanity. "But to make a human being takes two humans and 9 months for a new life to be born. And when the child grows up, that takes years. What you did, just take mere minutes. Are you even listening?" He said.
With a sigh. "Of course it's never enough. The hunger will never ago away." Though his perspective on hunger is vastly different than Rip, where his hunger is that of wishing his unlife life would simply and finally end while hers is simply beginning.
"Would you hold still?" Of course, she probably didn't hear him. The energy between them is violent and irrational, and pure instinct. He cupped her chin to tilt her upward. "Listen to me, Rip. I'm your Master."
It seems with Alucard, everything is just chaotic an violent in nature in everything he does. So it comes as no surprise when he kissed her, and it's not a gentle kiss, but a kiss that crushed her lips with his, tongue pry open her mouth with force, and rush forth, blood, his blood, dark and rich, strong and thick filled inside of her mouth to silence her hunger pangs and calm her raging bloodlust that storms inside without rest, tormenting her.
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This was why she spent so long in the amazon.. why she grew tired of having the temporary distraction of lovers and the murder sprees that forced her to move. On some level, Rip understood she lacked control and it would end in her death. And yet, those moments when she slipped up... she couldn't help herself.
She growled at him and it was obvious she barely understood a word he said. Even when he put her down, she still instinctively fought against him with that violently chaotic nature of her own. She was snarling when he tilted her chin up and then he did something that surprised her...
Rip froze when his lips crushed against hers and he pried her mouth open with his tongue. She was shocked enough to let him and very soon she felt thick dark blood flood her mouth and pour down her throat. She shuddered as it hit her system and it was almost like a switch had been flipped. For the first time in a very, very long time the hunger went away and her raging bloodlust silenced itself.
Sanity seem to flood back into her as she just stopped struggling and became still against him. On some instinctive level, she was accepting him as her Master, not... that she completely understood it. Not at the moment anyway.
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Eventually, she stopped writhing about and her mind and body became still, her abyss of the belly becomes full of blood, his blood, to fill her emptiness and stopped the hunger pangs. Her Master has such a power, and it was he who made her, so it makes sense he could silence her torment.
"I can feel you. The storm raging inside of you. Your madness is my madness. I know what you crave. I know everything about you. I crave what you crave." At that moment, when the blood stained her lips and her chin, his blood, his scent, the impurity of their darkness...is all over her. He knew she is listening because with his blood inside of her, stirring inside of belly, she has no choice but to obey him, as drinking his blood only leads to complete her.
"The world is ours because we're the ones in power. We're above the humans." He said. "But remember, we're not Gods, but monsters among them. Remember that..." With a dark laugh, "When I fought you that night on the boat. I thought of you as a formidable warrior, but at the same time, you're like an ant to me...an ant I can easily crush. Just one of my hand around your throat can crush and snap your neck. I thought of you as nothing more beyond that. As you were a pawn in their game of going to war against me, and I was a Knight for a Queen whom I obey. That night, you're ready to die by my hands and as your king, I determine your life at that moment."
At that, he begins to nudge her to lie down, and he pinned her down on the soft grass. "But now, there's no more pawns, knights, or queen. And knight I was no more, but I am a King. The No Life king, a king of blood and death. And you are no pawn, at least not anymore. Your life is mine now. You're already dead. You're my subject, and you are...going to serve me in my life...for eternity....until the end of time."
If this is Hades dragging a mishappen Persephone to his underworld, then this is it. He nuzzled on the side of her neck, kissing it, and biting her to make her bleed, to make her screaming. There's no escape from her now, as the King has found her, claiming her. "Undress." He said, ordering her. Not so much a request, but a command.
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Now he was claiming her after centuries of letting her wander after that fateful night. Was this what her life had been leading up to since then? Did he set out to make her this that night? Rip wanted answers to those questions and she had a feeling she might get them finally.
She also wasn't going to fight her King. Not with what he wanted from her right now. Which in this moment was the same thing she was starting to want from him. There was a shudder as he described how he could have killed her and didn't. No more wars, no more games of chess with knights or pawns. It was only them, from now until the rest of eternity.
"Zhis vas alvays to be my fate, vasn't it? To be your companion vhen you finally needed me to be."
Even as she asked, she was obeyed him with little thought of disobeying him as she moved to lay on the soft grass. Very quickly she found herself pinned beneath him. Her head tilting to the side as he nuzzled and kissed her neck before biting down and gaining a pained gasp from her as he drew blood just to taste her. There was no escaping her king now.. Much like Persephone, she was caught by her King and there was nothing she could do about it.
The order made her tense slightly but, she knew she couldn't disobey. So she started to pull off her hoodie and toss it aside. Next came her tanktop and bra, leaving her topless under him.
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But the both of them are real, they are vampires. They are only three in the world: him, Seras, and Rip. Seras is the only one who still has a humane heart, the two here, Rip and him are still monsters in every way, and only they have a hunger that will drive them with madness.
He didn't claim her based on a fluke really. He was a soldier, playing with the enemy's soldiers like toys. He did left her to die, as a part of him hoping she will die and burn into ashes by the sun, since determining the death of his enemies is a part of his pleasure and sport. A part of him lets her live because he sees her as a woman who signed up for a game with the big boys and it's a game she has no idea how to play. Just a player. And he's one of the big boys who played war the best of them, pulling no punches when he draws out his power and used it to the max.
"It doesn't always have to be fate, but if you want to believe, then it's fine." He said as he speaks between kisses. "As for companionship...perhaps~ But we're not stuck to the hip." A teasing perhaps. "But I can grant you peace." He said. He didn't bite down too hard, but the bite is to mark her as his own. His aim isn't to kill her. His aim is to remake her, reshape her, and make her his ideal fledging. A new rebirth, so to speak.
With just a little maneuvering, he climbs on top of her, making sure she's comfortable as he had her lay on her back on the soft, forest ground. He guided her long pale, porcelain legs around his hips, and have her legs open as he plays with the silt of her pussy with the tip of his cock, teasing her clit. He didn't keep her waiting for too long and in short order, he plunges his thick, hard cock inside of her without hesitation, and ease himself inside of her.
"Damn wet already? Must be a long while for you..." Well, he didn't expect her to be a virgin, not by a long shot, but to him, she's taking him like a succubus. Bucking his hips, he began to push deeper to see how much she can take of him.
Then he began thrusting in and out of her. "But I'm willing to bet you want this as badly as I do, and I do want you. After all, I'm your Master now." He said with a grin and began showing his playful side, to help lift the tension of what happened hours before, which was...an unfortunate event, but in the end, they're bloodthirsty predators and nothing is going to change that.
He just has to say it, "So now we come to this Ms. Rip." Grinning. "Who's your Master now? Say it~." He said as he drives his hard cock deep inside of her, rubbing her hot, wet core. "You enjoy taking Master's cock like a good servant of his, do you?"
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She didn't say anything when he mentioned fate, something she suspected was the very reason that lead her to this moment, laying beneath him and wanting as he left his mark on her, fulling becoming her master in a way that both terrified her and at the same time strangely made her feel complete. It was a conflict but at the same time, she couldn't deny him. Every fiber of her being just instinctively understood that she belonged to him. She was to become whatever he wanted her to be, even if she managed to resist...
Though right now, resisting was the furthest from her mind once he was above her and between her legs. With how much her body was wanting him right now, she saw no reason to. So when he started to tease her...Rip blushed and glanced away, knowing her body was eager to receive him and once he started to press into her, She let out a soft whimper feeling him sink deeper and deeper, their hips meeting to show him just how deep he could sink into her and she fit him...perfectly. Her slick core hugged his length, eager to take his hard girth as if she were made for him.
Something that made Rip shudder, if this was how good he felt without moving yet... no wonder some of her past lovers failed to satisfy her! Her whimpers quickly became soft moans as he started to move, thrusting deep as she clenched her teeth. Yes, she definitely wanted this as much as he did!
Her legs pressed against his hips as she finally dared to speak. "Y-yes... Master." her blush only deepened saying that as he continued to move within her and yet, there was no denying how much her body was enjoying it.
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"Good...take it. Take this...." And he goes harder, speeding up the pace, fucking her hard without holding himself back as he pinned her against the ground that her hips grind on the floor, seeking more stimulation from her wet tightness that devours his thick, hard cock.
"Gonna destroy this tight pussy of yours every chance I get." He growls and mutters fuck under his breath. "And the next time you want to destroy something, I'll destroy this...!" And with a forceful buck of his hips, he pushed his cock deep inside of her with a hard thrust to send her a thrill of pain and ecstasy, cumming inside of her wildly, shooting his seed straight into her womb.
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Before long, she was moaning and crying out with each thrust as pure pleasure started to overwhelm her! The way he had her pined.. each hard and fast thrust driving her closer and closer to her own release! And then she felt him drive into her hard, impaling her so completely on his length as she felt her own release slam into her just as he hit his, filling her womb with his seed as she screamed her pleasure for him and tried to buck her hips to keep him in her as deep as possible!
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Such a screamer, that a few birds flew from the trees, thinking it was a wild animal. But it's only Rip being dominated by him.
But he isn't finished with her. He wanted more. After the first round, he turned her around, to nudge her and get on her fours. "Hurry..." He said, and once she obeys him, he mounted her again, and take her in the most primal way, as he clutched her ass and drove his cock back in again for a second round, as he is truly testing her stamina for round two.
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Like before she was moaning and crying out in pleasure. There was just something raw and primal about it that just.. kept Rip eager for more of him as he kept driving into her. Alucard was about to discover that his new familiar had quite the stamina.