Chapter 1

"Well, Alucard, how are you feeling?" The priest asked the man chained to the cell wall. There was a crazed grin on his face.

"Fine. Even if the accommodations are less than satisfactory." The vampire replied with a smile of equal caliber.

The two stared down one another, Anderson soaking in him victory. The fight that had led to the current predicament was one of awesome proportions. They fought for several hours, each landing blows. It ended when one of the Christian's men was able to get a clear shot at the dark haired immortal. Already weakened from the many wounds, Alucard fell. Anderson, acting quickly, ordered his men to bring his adversary to the basement of an old cathedral.

It had been outfitted in the early 19th century as a dungeon for heretics. The walls thick, soundproof stone, laced with heavy steel chains and shackles. The building had been blessed for every kind of demon, a ritual that Anderson continued each year. The spell didn't have enough power to kill the demon that hung by his arms before him. But it was enough to dampen his already sluggish powers.

Still damaged from the fight and the blessings, Alucard was unable to shift out of and away from the "House of God". Anderson was the first to break the silence with a gloating laugh.

"And what are you laughing about?"

"How ridiculously easy it was to finally overtake you."

"If it was so easy, why did it take to long? And even then you needed the help of your crones."

Anderson chose to ignore the others words and took to striding proudly in front of him. His steps faltered, however, when a deep rumbling was heard. Turning the priest gave Alucard a questioning look.

"You know, even before the fight I hadn't ha much of a chance to eat. And then all these wounds seem to have heightened that need."

"If you actually think I'll let you...feed off of anyone-"

"There are other ways of sating me, besides spilling blood."

"Oh? And what, pray tell, would that be?"

A lecherous smile spread across the already strange features of the man. Anderson knew the implications of that look and didn't need the vampire to explain, but that didn't stop him from making it all the more clearer.

"Let's fuck."