Christmas presents…..vampire stile

Hi, as promised my new story, which I first wanted to have it done by Christmas, is starting now. Sorry about the delay but I just didn't want it to one simple chapter, but more.

So as always just sit back, relax and keep on reading. :)

the next chapter won't be up far a least another week and a half, maybe two as I still have two more exams to go, but the storyline in mostly planed so it will go smoother once I've finished with the exams.

Enjoy Christmas presents...vampire stile.

Chapter 1

"Why is this so important to you Police girl?"

"Because it's the only memory I have of her."

Another winter slowly descended on the city of fog just as it had each and every time this past, last month of the year. Submerged in snow it bore witness to the falling frozen flecks from the white heavens above. Cracking sounds could be heard with each step taken over the special white blanket as the happy inhabitant went about their business. It was the last day before the big night tonight. The lights were lit in various fashion and colors, all the stores were perfectly decorated as they displayed their most beautiful ornaments. Hour by hour the night took over, the streets became bare one after another till only the falling pearls remained. There was, however, one other exception.

Running over the snow was a slender figure covered in darkness, yet revealed for what she truly was by the light of the passing streetlamps she would run under. Tight thigh high black stockings and black boots covered a pair of slim pale legs as an opened long, black coat revealed a light blue uniform consisting of a shirt, short skirt and black belt. No gloves were over the two pair of hands but a long, crimson scarf was wrapped around her slender throat sheltering it from the cold weather. The figure's short, strawberry blond hair had long lost the fight with the falling flecks and was mostly covered by them as she kept on running along the narrow streets of the proud city. One arm was clenching her right side as crimson continued staining not only her pale skin but her shirt as well, her chest was moving with unneeded breaths and cold air kept escaping her parted lips.

She knew it had been a mistake, her master had warned her about the consequences but she simply didn't care any longer. As much as it hurt, it only hurt more to see all the happiness around her while she was doomed to a life of loneliness, death and darkness. There had been a promise made, long ago in weather similar to this over a cold lifeless stone grave. That promise, she wanted to honor. Her body finally having enough of the strain it was put through, gave way making her stumble and fall onto the wet, cold ground in the middle of an alley. A single streetlamp several meters away was the only source of illumination. Rolling on her healthy side, the girl clenched her side a little harder in order to help stop the bleeding. Panting she turned her head towards the sky, the thought of reaching out and calling for her master sounding so good right now but she dismissed it the very next second. She didn't want him there; him or any other. In pain and slowly covered by the white falling pearl from above, she just closed her eyes and was contempt to simply listen to the silence all around her. Should he come then fine, if not.…it really didn't make any difference any more.

It only took several moments though, for her crimson orbs to snap back open. She felt someone approaching. Two figures, obviously male, came closer and closer the light revealing their grinning faces. Her nose picked up the scent of alcohol all around them, disgust making its way up her fallen body. Turning her gaze back at the beautiful white snow spread over the concrete ground it was bad enough she had to smell them. Watching them was definitely out of the question.

The same night, however, had started in a whole different way on the other side of town within a great mansion. Two figures stared each other down. One wore a long crimson, leather coat going all the way down to his black boots; an all black suit underneath with matching red hat that covered his short, silky black hair, a red tie around his neck and a pair of orange glasses to hide his eyes. The other stood behind a beautiful black oak desk and wore a dark green suit as her long platinum blond hair covered both her back and the front of her shoulders. As she took another whiff of her cigar her gaze was intently focused on the creature before her.

"It's the third time this week alone." She said rights before letting the smoke escape her lungs.
" Indeed." A deep, yet sensual voice replied back with very little interest.

"The mission failed as well."

"It did. Well, for the humans at least."
" The girl is your problem not mine. I told you that the very night you brought her here. I'm getting tired of this behavior of hers."

There was no answer back. Instead she just watched the man before her turn towards the window, his face emotionless until seconds later when a grin appeared.
" Such a beautiful night. Do you not agree master?"
" No. it's just as it was yesterday and probably will be tomorrow. Nothing special."
" Is it?" His grin widened as deep laughter come from his chest for but a moment. "As I recall.…" he paused taking the orange glasses off revealing a pair of beautiful crimson eyes."….there was no virgin staining the snow with her blood yesterday. The pure has been forever tainted."

"The why are you still here vampire? Wasting blood."

"I'm not interested." answered the creature of the night." It will end as it usually does. It bores me."
" And if I destroy her? Would that interest you?" Integra put out her cigar. "She failed. The tropes got hurt."

" She drinks."
" She's useless. She froze, doesn't pay attention any more and keeps staring at blank points on the walls for hours. I don't need a challenged vampire around. You're enough. Did you do something to her?"
" No." was the only reply.
" Bring her back." The woman sighed. "I'll settle this myself if you're so bored."

" No."
" No?"

"No." The vampire turned back thus facing her." She bores me. I'm tired of reading what is already so easily to see. She will come on her own or not at all."
" But she drinks."
" Indeed."

Taking a few seconds more his body began fading away." Good evening my master."

Smiling, Integra picked up the phone.

" Walter."
" Yes Sir Integra?" Answered the male voice.
" It's Victoria."

Phasing down into the cold, silent depths of the houses bowels, in a room hardly illuminated by only a few small candles, the vampire made his way to a throne like chair in the back. A small table rested next to it with a bottle and a glass near it. The room's door was permanently stained in blood in the shape of a pentagram. Though the blood was ancient, the magic it held within was just as strong as it was the very day it was first placed there. In the darkest corner lied a massive black coffin, its size alone testimony to the creature residing within it each day. On its lid an inscription: The bird of Hermes is my name, eating my wings to make me tame.

As he took a seat and brought the glass to his lips, the lather started filling itself with blood.

/ A book I do not want, yet one I need. /

Savoring the sin that was the rich crimson flowing down his throat Alucard let his mind wander. An hour passed, then two. When almost three had passed he felt a tingle in the back of his mind. His eyes flashed in rage and he smashed the glass within his hand. Crimson stained his white gloves, the symbols on the back glowing brightly. Black shadows surrounded him from every corner and with that the vampire disappeared into the night much like his fledgling had done hours ago.

Back in the alley, what seamed to be a helpless girl lying on the cold snow awaiting the dreadful actions of the two men wasn't the actual situation. Sure she could have flied or simply kill them were they stood, but the truth was she didn't care. She'd lost blood, was tired and her body sore. All she wanted to do was try to heal the long deep gash on her right side to stop the bleeding. She was getting there, but the process was slow. The two men didn't interest her one bit. The end, should it come, would come either one way or the other.

"Such a….a prrr...…pretty thing.…" One of the two barely managed to say due to his drunken state as he kneeled down right next to her. The other one was only a few meters away and just managing to stay on his own two feet." Christmas….chr…must have…..have come early…."

Reaching out to touch her legs, his fingers had barely gotten over the hem of her short skirt when pain gripped him and blood splattered all over the snow around him. The horror filled scream came next, as did the growling sound of a most vicious creature. Out of the darkest corner of the alley flashed a set of eight red eyes, all burning with rage. A large black muzzle came next closely followed by a slender, yet powerful leg and intimidating body. A giant dog, more wolf and wild than man's gentle best friend. His mouth wide open revealing very sharp and dangerous teeth and a long, crimson dripping tongue sticking out from the left side. A severed limb, from the elbow down, lay in front of its front right foot. And the voice, sentencing them to death…

"Never touch….."
Two more screams were herd filling the night before it all went silent. It was over in the blink of an eye, but for the keen sight of the fallen vampire, it was all too clear. The wolf lashed out at the man beside her taking just one bite. One that would end his pathetic life as his mouth bit down on his torso completely severing it off from the rest of his body. His teeth went straight through both bone and skin alike, slicing everything except the heart in half. The body fell, blood rained down like crimson rain over the pure, white snow and the second man. Paralyzed with fear he fell down and quickly lost all control of his body's functions. The horrific image only worsened at the sight of his friend's still beating heart between the massive jaws of the beast. A growl. The teeth descended silencing the organ forever. The man screamed. Fear and adrenalin pumped through him urging his body to move, to run and save his life. Still, there was little hope left. Black shadows with hundreds of red eyes surrounded the victim, keeping it in place till the master was ready to carry out the death sentence. And he did. It was over even before it even began. The shadows came crushing down on the man. All that left of him was a pool of blood and his broken whine bottle. Task completed, the hound didn't bother with the blood all around him. Filth wasn't food no matter the need and lust for it. He had standards and he would stick to them.

Turning back towards the partially snow covered girl; he left large paw prints in both the white substance as well as the newly crimson one. Shaking his head as if to get rid of the blood that had stained its black fur, he laid down beside her. His head on its front paws and eyes becoming a bit softer after seeing her gentle crimson ones. Yet they remained just as focused. Silence fell again in the darkened alley, the scent of fresh spilled blood surrounding them like a blanket. No words were spoken for several minutes till a small pale and frozen hand began making its way through the thick, midnight black fur of the beast.

/ Why are you here? / She asked reaching out for its mind. / I didn't call. /

/ You always do in the end Police girl. /

/ Not this time. /

/ No. / His deep laughter could be herd despite his current form. / You could say it peeked my interest. /

Sighing Seras pulled her hand back, in a way regretting the lost of the smooth touch.

/ You will be punished. /

"I know." The lack of interest or rather fear did it again. It had been 4 years since he changed her. Turning her form a life in light to perpetual darkness, yet never had she had this sort of mentality. It was new, intriguing to say the least. Never before had she not cared about being punished. It was always feared, remembered and avoided as much as possible. But now? Still looking in her master's eyes she then turned her gaze back toward the heavens above.

"She's looking for me."

/ She's destroying you. / was the answer received.
" I see."

Rising up the wolf moved his front left leg over her chest thus planting it on the ground on the other side of her. His cold nose now inches away from hers, his warm breath caressing her slightly parted lips and pale cheeks.

/ You do not care Police girl. Why? /
" Why do you?" She asked whispering." You always said I'm not human anymore. I should stop acting like one."

/ And you listen now? While dying? /

"I'm already dead master. So why not finally listen and not care. It's no di…"
"Stupid girl!" The vampire screamed half of his body taking back the human form, eyes filled with rage. The paw, now a hand, left the snow and pressed hard against the fledglings injured side. Pain gripped her making her scream as a sound similar to crepitations, breaking could be herd as he moved it over the already damaged flesh. Her right hand quickly moved it to stop him by grabbing his wrist. It only made him push more. Hair long it flowed over his back and around her torso.
" I do not care if you care or not anymore but I will not let this sort of stupidity go unpunished. You may do as you please always, be happy or sad it's your choice. However, I will never allow a vampire who's finally become a vampire to get killed over the stupidity of not caring, when caring alone is what lets you survive!"

Forcefully pulling at her crimson scarf around her neck and ripping of the upper part of her uniform so her right clavicle and shoulder were bare, he quickly bit down on the tender flesh. She had no time to react. The white fangs sank deep into her already marked flesh that bore the sing of her transformation four years ago. And although it wasn't the first time he fed from her it was never as bad as it was right now. Never did it hurt this much. The added pressure on her torso, just under her chest, made it worse and eventually caused her to scream out in pain.

"Ahhh!"

/ Do you think I would let you go so easily? Have her destroy you when you've finally become as I wanted you to be? /

Biting even harder, fangs going deeper, they made short work of her jugular and flesh around it. Her screams pierced the silence. The pain was immense. Her legs started trashing against the show underneath, her back arching under him in order to alleviate some of the pain. Even so, she would not say it. Never again, just bare it till he considered she had enough.
" Why?" Releasing her battered neck his deep voice whispered next to her ear." Why do you not beg me to stop like a good little slave? Like you used to do." As he liked the blood from her bleeding wound he didn't allow it to be healed. Instead a big bruise appeared making it hurt each time she would move her head from now on. Or at least until he decided to heal her himself.

"It's not my place to question my master. No more. I don't need you mercy or your pity."

"Really?"

Increasing the pressure of his hand once more he raised his head just enough to meet her eyes. Like a mad man he watched as another rib gave way, her lips parted with an unshed scream and her face become paler. She sighed, holding it back as best as she could, biting her lower lip in the process and making it bleed. Her crimson eyes were full of evident pain yet strong enough to withstand the upcoming storm. The elder vampire grinned and broke out in a fit of laughter. Not once did his eyes leave hers.

"Such a bag of contradictions Police girl. And here I was ready to give up on you."

Breath caressing her face he leaned down to lick the small dribble of blood from her lip. Both the sudden, gentle and very intimate gesture caused her to sigh yet again. Though this time it wasn't from pain. Seconds later she watched her master pull back and resume both his former shape and position next to her. As his hand left her torso though, he took a lot of the pain with it. Had she needed to breathe in order to live, she now would have been once again able to. The ribs were broken, but no longer within her lung.
/ Never have I or will I show you pity or mercy. / He spoke into her mind. / Not even while you were dying by my hand. The truth Police girl is that you were a simple pawn in my way that night, one that needed to be got rid off. I never intended to make or care for you but you captured my interest in the end. I would have left you there to die had you hesitated a few seconds more. /

"Nice to know."

Seras whispered smiling as she moved her hand from her injured side. Looking at it she watched as the crimson liquid slowly ran down her fingers. Extending her tongue she lapped it up not leaving a single trace. Why waste it?

/ Why indeed? / Alucard chuckled. /I wonder what other surprises have you in stored for me this night. /

Laughing back she replied.
" I'm not your Christmas present master. Don't expect much."

/ How about a little? /

"Maybe." Seras smiled, their eyes meeting and silence falling around them. He always did enjoy making her smile and seeing her laugh. It brought him peace.

/ Time to go Police girl. / He told her several moments later as shadow tendrils emerged from his black fur wrapping themselves around her body to help her up. After all, the night was still young. There was much to see. Discover.

To be continued...

That's it for now. Should you remember me saying there will be a cemetery scene somewhere in this story, then good cause it's coming up in the next chapter? And I've made sure to make it as interesting as possible.

Bye, bye.