Hailey1711

(A motel in St. Rose) "My love, wake up..." You groaned as you turned your head away from the sudden voice. You had heard it before. It was deep, powerful, sometimes husky when the mood called for it, and it was...annoyingly insistent for attention. Reason why, it loved to pester you. "Come on, flower, open your eyes so that I may look into those gorgeous (e/c) gems of yours." "Nooo...I wanna sleep." The voice chuckled at your childish reply and kissed your temple. "You have slept long enough. Now come on and get up. There is something I not only wish to show you, but I also need to discuss a few things with you as well." Groaning once mo

(Hellsing Headquarters) "You're up considerably late, Walter." Alucard said as the butler turned away from the window. He gave the vampire a once over until he looked back out into the nightly scenery. "Mhm...well, with all THAT going on outside." A few gunshots rung in the air, as if on cue. Alucard ignored it and moved about the room. "Is Integra asleep yet?" he asked. "She turned in just a bit ago. Have you heard?" "Yes, I have." "To think that Nazis are involved that a spectre from more than half a century ago would rear its head..." The hitman sighed. "Hunh. I don't know. Somehow, I had a feeling it was them. I've experienced this

"Okay, so you want me to believe that zombies-" "Ghouls." "Ghouls exist along side these things or...v-vampires?" "Yes." "...Haha, yeah right!" Why didn't you listen to your friend. You should have believed her. If you did, you wouldn't be staring Death right in the eye at this very moment. "Welcome to Hell, my pretty little flower." Oh, welcome to Hell, indeed. (An hour earlier) You hummed a gentle and merry tune as you grabbed your belongings near your friends coat rack, a smile forming onto your face as you thought of the warm bath waiting for you at home. A hand gently placed itself onto your shoulder and you jumped in surprise. Yo

(Ferdinant Lukes, an orphanage near Rome) "A'richt, thas enough furth a' ye twae!" Two children stood before Father Anderson as they tried to describe the situation. "Just whit's the matter?" Father Anderson asked in a heavy accent. "Mark hit me first, the jerk!" One boy yelled. "No way! Nepis took my book..." The other complained right back. "What are you talking about?!" It was then that Anderson's patience practically ran away with the spoon. "Ah've heard enough!!" Both of the boys flinched and lowered their heads in shame. "Fighting wi' yer freen...thas terrible!! Ye'll ne'er get til Heaven thon way!!" Both boys gasped. "Oh noooo!"

Forewarning, this fic may be a bit violent and occasionally has harsh language. The resonating clatter of hooves striking the wooden drawbridge echoed through the cavernous moat below. The curious soldiers manning the wall surrounding the castle leered down at the strange procession, muttering to one another as they observed. A petite blonde woman riding a chestnut mare was leading the Doc's notorious giant gelding. Lying prone across the horse's brawny back was a young woman, her face nestled in the base of his neck. The small group paused just inside the gates. Petra, craning her neck, flashed a sweet smile at the guards before dismountin