Post by Spectre on Sept 18, 2013 15:06:35 GMT -6
This topic is a revival/remake of the MFF Jail RP that died quite a while back before it could really take off. Nothing much more to say, hopefully we'll have better luck this time around. In my character’s story, he will basically follow the same path he did in the previous topic.
In a wide forest road in Rome, Italy. It's raining, and quite cloudy, making the road quite dark. Besides the sound of the gallopping horses and the rain hitting the ground, the forest is quiet in all other aspects.
There is a large caravan charging through a wide path in the forest on horseback. There are numerous fortified carriages being pulled, all of them bearing religious Christian imagery, and being protected by guards wearing hooded grey cossacks riding on horses alongside the carriage. They're armed with a variety of weapons, but seem to favor bayonett-like blades they carry in an ample quantity. Hounds are also escorting with the caravan, they’re unusually fast, capable of keeping up with the horses, and seem like very large, powerfully built, brown-skinned short-haired mastiffs in appearance With their ears and tail cut short.
Every carriage is unusually long, and seems designed to carry large quantities of cargo.
Guard:How much longer until we reach the next checkpoint?
Guard2:About ten miles!
Guard:Damn...I can't wait to switch off this cargo, my ass is aching from riding this horse all day. I need a warm bed...
Guard2:Remember our goal and boister your faith. We need to get this cargo to St. Peter's Ballisca.
Guard:What on earth's in that cargo anyway? St. Peter's is such an odd place to store it...
Guard2:Want to know?
Guard::....Yes. Quite badly.
Guard 2:...It's a demon.
Guard:You're kidding...
Guard2:Nope. We originally had it imprisoned beneath our lab under Povegalia island. Unfortunately it's resistant to every technique of exorcism we know. But if there's one place a demon will be weakened or killed, it's the catacombs of the Ballisca.
Guard:Well...That explains why they have Anderson awaiting us at the final checkpoint. Must be something big if they're going to have him take over...But why not have him watch over this thing from the start? He's strong enough in faith to endure the entire trip in one sitting!
Guard2:Because he'd probably work the rest of us into the ground....
Guard:I guess.
Guard2:Partially joking. He's been busy, as the most powerful soldier the Vatican's engineered he has quite a busy schedule. They wanted him to protect the cargo near the end point as soon as he could...We're to expect resistance.
Guard:...Resistance?
Guard2:You just got picked up from the last post a couple of days ago, so you haven’t seen them yet. We’re being stalked by Werewolves.
Guard:....W...Werewolves?
Guard2:Another reason we’re moving him from Povegalia to the Ballisca is because it’s been under violent siege by them in the past year. They seem to shy away from the Italian public, and this move should discourage them...However, we can’t exactly haul all this through public...Never know if our cargo would show out in front of the masses. So we’re stuck in the backwoods. Like lambs to the slaughter. Heheh.
Guard:Thanks...That helps.
Inside a carriage near the center of the caravan, towards the front end, are a pair of guards sitting inside staring into the back of the carriage.
There is an emaciated, tar-black inhuman creature crucified on a large silver cross, with bayonets impaling through his hands, feet, groin, chest, neck, forehead, elbows, knees, and eyes. It’s somewhat bestial in appearance and borderline skeletal, quite literally skin and bones. It’s anatomy seems to suggest it could function either as a biped or quadruped, and it looks dead.
Jailer:Certainly are quiet aren’t you?
Carcass:.........*small yellow glows appear in it’s eye sockets, and rotate to face the guard, the lights slightly reflecting on the bayonetts*
Jailer 2:There we go....Maybe once we move you to the Ballisca we can weaken you enough to exorcize you fully.
Jailer:Being impaled onto a silver cross by holy water doused silver bayonets is about as thoroughly exorcized as one gets. This must have been an indomitably powerful demon.
Carcass:*eyes rotate back into socket, vanishing*
Jailer:And he’s back to sleep again.
Jailer 2:Better than listening to him talk. By some miracle he’s been quiet most of the trip....
Jailer:Don’t jinx it!
Outside, in the woods.
A group of snarling creatures is pursuing the caravan through the forest road from the side. They’re moving silently.
Guard 2:...But honestly. The werewolves are the least I’m worried about...
Guard:..W..Why?
Guard 2:We’re not too far from our goal now. And I’ve heard the protestants caught wind of our movements.
Guard:Eh? What about Protestants?....Oh! You mean Hellsing?
Guard 2:Yes.
Guard:Argh...Why are we fighting again? I mean, we’re all Christians here. Shouldn’t we be helping eachother out instead of going at eachothers throats? I mean, sure we have a few disagreements here and there but generally endorse the same stuff...
Guard 2:Keep focused.
Guard:*sigh* Back when I was Pentecostal we never had to carry some horrifying demon out back through spooky werewolf infested woods being stalked by the most powerful society in England. Nope, worst we had was the occasional guy who got into the snake handling stuff....And even then they were usually just pet boa constrictors a church goer lent to us. Maybe this was a mistake...
Guard 2:*growls* We won’t tolerate anyone endangering the mission. Either go away or keep focused.
Guard:*sigh*...Should’ve went Mormon. Anyway, why would you be more worried about Hellsing than werewolves?
Guard:Lets hope you don’t have to find out.
Suddenly the hounds stop and begin snarling.
The caravan stops.
Guard:W...Why are we stopping?
Guard 2:The Yeth Hounds are acting up. Something unnatural is headed this way.
Guard:Shouldn’t we speed up!?
Guard 2:Heh. We’d do that, but a werewolf can outrun and overpower a horse. Last thing we need is to lose our means of transportation.
Guard:*gulps as he draws a shotgun* I’ve never faced werewolves before! Or anything unnatural for that matter! I mean, yeah, there was an exorcism back at my home church one time, but it turns out the guy had gas!
Guard 2:Well get ready for some bloodshed. These things are relentless. Just remember everything you were taught and try to avoid getting bit.
Guard:Will my gun even work on them?
Guard 2:Yes-
A werewolf leaps out of the woods, the guard draws a silver Bayonet and slashes him vertically while doing so, slicing the werewolf open like a book.
The forest rustles as the rest of the pack emerges, scores of werewolves charge from the forest, leaping onto the guards and attempting to tear out their throats, the hounds snarl and leap on them, showing unusual strength and ferocity. The guards fight back with a variety of weapons, ranging from firearms to blades, bayonets in particular. The werewolves have fairly varied appearances, ranging from almost completely canine to vaguely human.
Both the guards, their hounds, and the werewolves fight with great ferocity. The battle seems to go in favor for the caravan, however the werewolves begin to violently attack the carriages and maim the horses.
Inside the prison carriage.
Jailer:*growls* Damn! Did you call them here!?
Carcass:.........
A Werewolf leaps against the window and smashes it’s hand through, grabbing the second Jailer and begins peeling off his face, the jailer lets out a bloodcurdling scream, the first jailer stabs a knife into the werewolf’s hand, and he pulls his hand away, but taking the unfortunate Jailer outside with him, he begins mauling him as the other Jailer desperately tries to pull him in, finally the werewolf gives up and the maimed Jailer is pulled in...Minus the upper half of his torso, the other Jailer screams and reels back, another werewolf reaches through his window and pulls him outside effortlessly, the werewolves smash in the doors and two wolfmen(Werewolves with more of a lean towards the humanoid scale, valued for their increased dexterity in comparison to other werewolves. Thumbs are nice.)
They look back the carcass.
Wolfman:*snarls angrily as he looks at the carcass and roars loudly*
They grab the crucified creature and begin hauling the cross and all, however they’re attacked by the Yeth Hounds, who manage to overpower them and decapitate them with a bite.
The werewolves snarl and retreat back into the woods.
The caravan has suffered some losses, but has persevered in the attack.
Guard:*whew* *lowers his gun* That was close...
Guard 2:Good work rookie. You might be qualified to become a regenerator someday after all.
Guard:Haha...I don’t know, I was pretty much scared out of my mind.
A third guard walks over.
Guard3:Casualty list, Five men, two hounds, the jailers guarding the cargo, three horses, with four lamed...Two men injured, one regenerater has been overwhelmed. We need to deactivate the poor man, his healing factor is malfunctioning.
Guard2:Damn it! Well lets get to work, as much as I hate to do it we need to put down the crippled horses and injured men. They could be infected.
Guard:What!?
Guard2:There’s no cure for Lycanthropy besides death or materials that are out of our reach....And they can turn any moment...*walks over to a fallen guard*
Injured Guard: *Coughs*.....*spits out coarse looking hair and blood*
Guard 2:He’s definitely infected...Thank you for taking up the cross. Your sacrifice will not be in vain.
Injured Guard:*eyes turn yellow as he growls in a pained tone*...*smiles weakly* Heh...Better not..Just cut off my head and get moving, if you don’t get that thing to the Ballisca I’m gonna haunt you, and I don’t want to die a monster.
Guard 2:God bless you.
The Guard swiftly decapitates his injured comrade.
An injured guard is attempting to crawl away into the forest, his legs have been chewed viciously, and he’s growling monstrously. His eyes are a yellow color, his nails and teeth are starting to grow and sharpen.
He’s stopped by a pair of guards who aim their weapons at him.
Crippled Guard:*Growls* LEAVE ME!! I promise I won’t harm anyone! Just...GO!!!*yelps in pain as his canine snaps out of socket, and a long fang grows in its place, his skin begins to quiver and rip as bloodied fur emerges*
Guard4:*Aims a rifle at his head* I’m sorry, but you cannot be allowed to live....Please, face your death with some dignity.
Crippled Guard:*warped roar* I DON’T WANT TO DIE!! BEING PUT DOWN LIKE AN ANIMAL!? HOW CAN YOU CALL THAT A DIGNIFIED DEATH? *screams in agony as he falls onto his side and the sound of snapping bones is heard*
Guard4:*puts his finger on the trigger*
Crippled Guard:NO!!!
*gunshot*
Guard:This is horrible!
Guard 2:*sighs as he sheaths his bayonet* It’s always heartbreaking to have to do this.
The horses are being shot in the head. The remaining injured soldier dies of his injuries in the arms of a fellow guard.
Guard:*shakes his head*
Guard 2:You alright, rookie?
Guard:*shakes his head* Just...It’s been a long trip.
Guard 2:You did good for you first werewolf ambush. Head inside the carriage and guard the cargo, don’t get too close. He can’t do much the way he is now, but don’t take any risks. And if he talks to you, don’t allow him to get under your skin whatever you do. He just spews nonsense and blasphemy.
Guard:Alright.*hops in to the carriage*
Guard 2:..Alright, where’s the regenerator?
There are a pair of soldiers looking over a spasming, mutilated, groaning man. He’s halfway decapitated from the front and his wounds are constantly healing and bursting back open, causing a notable blood puddle to expand under him.
Regenerator:*coughs blood*Maaaake it stooooppp....*reaches his hand up*
Guard3:....This is just awful....Sometimes I have to question the morality of our experiments.
Guard 2:Its terrible, but we have to make sacrifices. Regenerators are fairly new, the technology is flawed. *Takes out a black crucifix-shaped dagger with a spiral bottom, it’s made solely for stabbing * I’m sorry...
He stabs the cross into the regenerator’s chest, he spasms viciously for a moment , but finaly dies. His body smokes, and melts into a red puddle.
Guard 2:*puts away the crucifix* Lets continue.
The caravan begins moving again.
Inside the main carriage.
The rookie guard is staring at the crucified monster, he looks extremely unnerved.
Guard:*gulp*....
Carcass:.........*eyes glow*
Guard:Eeek...
Carcass:Haaaaaaaah....I tell you, it was quite a sight seeing those jailer’s getting ripped apart. It was terrible, in the best way possible. Watching that wolf man peel off his face like a mask and pulling him down to be devoured alive, and his companion suffering the same fate. I wonder, how will you die, young man?
Guard:I...I....
Carcass:Mauled to death, eaten alive, infected and getting your skull blown off by the very men you trust to watch your back? It’s such a delightful conundrum.
Guard:Or...Maybe from natural causes like living to a ripe old age?
Carcass:Hahah. You wish....Most people in your line of work will do well to reach age 50. All it takes Is the tiniest slip and you’ll die gruesomely.
Guard:*taps his knee with his fingertips*
Carcass:Oh my, getting cold feet are we? Can’t tell if it’s a better idea to bail or keep going? It’s likely you’ll die either way now that you think about it, escape down the road and run into the werewolves or keep going and have the werewolves run into you. Not much difference...So do whatever you like.
Guard:Ew. The others were right, you’re not very pleasant are you?
Carcass:Oh please. I can’t be any worse than the liars, hypocrites, and monsters out there. But to each their own.
Guard:*eyes shift*
Carcass:Aw. Usually when I pull that card the guards get angry and start showering me in their pathetic threats to make me shut up. There’s little more you could do to me, I’m just a carcass strung up on a giant piece of silver, I can’t even feel pain anymore I’ve been beaten by you bastards so much.
Guard:Well, you can’t say you didn’t earn it.
Carcass:Oh really? What have I done to you? Oh, right, all the torture, slaughter, and consumption of you vicious, sentient, self destructive cattle.
Guard:That and the fact you betrayed God back when you had everything?
Carcass:....AHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAAAH!!!! Oh, they have you thinking I’m a demon, don’t they? I forgot that’s what the church enforces on something it doesn’t understand. I’m no angel, boy. Never was. I suppose they also have you thinking they’re taking me to the Ballisca to exorcize me, am I right?
Guard:Maybe we should just forget the exorcism, sew your mouth, and dump you in the core of the earth.
Carcass:I admit, that would be more effective. You’re smarter than the rest of them. Why not go and tell them your little suggestion and see what reaction you get?
Guard:It was just a joke. Still might ask them to sew up your mouth, though.
Carcass:Might muffle me a little, but my anatomy is rather warped. Won’t do much good. Hahaha.
Guard:Ugh....Well, we’re going to be stuck together the whole trip there. Whats your name?
Carcass:Whatever you want it to be, Human. I never needed a name. But the people in your society call me “Barbatos”. I’ve gone by many other names. Balvorn, Sepulcher, simply “Beast” or “Monster”, many things...Take your pick or make up your own. They’re nothing but pretty titles to me.
Guard:Kind of hard to choose....Where do they all come from?
Carcass:When you’ve been around for as long as I have and develop a reputation people love pasting nicknames on you. I’ve been called Balvorn by most.
Guard:Very well. Balvorn it is.
Balvorn:Hahahaha....Well boy, I may as well bug you for your name..[/url]
Joseph:Its....Joseph.
Balvorn:Ah, Joseph. I take it you’re new?
Joseph:Yes, I’ve only been recruited recently. I’m hoping to make regenerator.
Balvorn:Heheheh...Well, I smell a slim chance of that happening...You have company.
Caravan Leader:*eyes widen* Stop the Caravan! Someone’s standing in the road!
There is a tall, dark figure ahead, his silhouette insist he’s wearing a long coat and a wide-brimmed hat. The reflection of orange goggles can be seen under his hat.
??:.......
Caravan leader:Get out of the way, we’re travelling this road on important business!
??:*grins, revealing he has countless razor sharp teeth, and draws a gun* As am I.
Caravan Leader:Wait a minute...I..*panics* I recognize you-
*Absurdly loud gunshot echoes the area*
Joseph:!?
Balvorn:[/i]Better get out there. I have a feeling your little trip is about to come to a gruesome end.
Joseph:*arms his gun and steps outside as the sounds of combat begin to escalate*
Balvorn musters a grin as he listens to the sounds of gunshots and screams.
Outside.
There are numerous guard corpses strewn on the ground before the figure.
Wounded Regenerator:*healing a wound on the side of his head* You...You’re Hellsing’s monster! Alucard! You won’t take Barbatos! *Begins screaming as a huge black centipede slithers from Alucard’s foot and bites him, dragging him into Alucard’s coat, which opens into a nightmarish, eye-filled mouth that swallows him whole*
Guard2:Call for backup! Get Anderson out here before we’re all killed!
Yeth Hound:*Yelps helplessly as he’s caught in the jaws of an enormous, heavily muscular, brown furred wolf-like beast*
Guard 3:WARG!!!!!
The warg snaps the hound in half in his jaws and roars, it’s a massive, 8 foot tall stout wolf-like monster with thick, sharp claws and teeth. It’s somewhat top heavy, and has coarse fur. Three more of them emerge from the woods followed by a werewolf horde, and begin smashing into carriages and rapidly slaughtering horses, Alucard grins and begins to slaughter everyone in the Caravan, the wargs tend to avoid him and only attack guards that get between them, the carriages, and the horses. After a brief battle, all the guards are picked off. Alucard begins attacking the wargs.
Warg:*Clawing into Balvorn’s Carriage, successfully tearing off half of it with a couple of claw swipes, then roars loudly in the direction of the other wargs, but is cut silent by taking a cannon-like bullet to the head by Alucard*
Balvorn growls and widens his eyes as he glares at Joseph. He’s been shot in the stomach, and is lying on the ground dying.
Balvorn:.....
Balvorn shakes one arm desperately, he manages to pull it free, the bayonets going straight through it. He begins dragging himself along the ground towards Joseph, the weight of the massive crucifix he’s impaled against tearing up the earth behind him. He drools as he gets closer.
Joseph:..*turns towards him*...B...Balvorn....
Balvorn:Well well Joseph. This is indeed a pity. I figured you’d last a bit longer....*turns around and begins chewing on his left leg*
Joseph:*coughs* What is that man?
Balvorn:*sniffs the air, speaking in a somewhat revitalized tone* A vampire...And a very old and powerful one at that. You were all terribly underequipped to handle him....*Has eaten everything up to the joint of his leg, he’s gnawing on the bone and making his way up higher.*
Joseph:Urgh...I can’t feel anything from the waist down...i think the bullet hit my spine...I’m feeling weak....
Balvorn:Huh. I thought you were just being cooperative.
Joseph:Cooperative..W..What do you mean...*weakly raises his head*AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!
Balvorn has made it to his lower stomach, he’s chewing on his intestines.
Balvorn:..What? You’re being an organ donor. I believe most major religions consider it to be a form of charity.
Joseph continues screaming as Balvorn continues devouring his lower body. He can barely feel anything, but the sight is absolutely horrific.
Balvorn:You’re my first meal in centuries, Joseph...I can’t tell you how much I appreciate this. *swallows an organ, looks like a liver*
Joseph:YOU’RE A MONSTER!!*tries to break away*
Balvorn snaps off a rib and begins eating it, he bites through the bone effortlessly.
Joseph:*Agonized scream*
Balvorn:Oh my. It seems you still have feeling up there. *Shakes his body, he manages to break his upper body completely free from the crucifix, he dives his face into Josephs Ribcage while holding down his right arm and head with his hands, his claws tearing into his flesh slightly*
Joseph:STOP IT!! PLEASE!!! I CAN’T TAKE IT!!! KILL ME FIRST!!!
Balvorn:*shifting his head through his chest cavity* Hang on a second, I’ll put you down as soon as I get high enough.... I’m looking for your heart...THERE IT IS! Ooooh...Love muscle.
Balvorn bites the heart and pulls it out with his teeth, chewing on it and swallowing it slowly, Joeseph lets out one last weak scream and begins to twitch and groan*
Balvorn:Much better....*Begins eating the ribs*
Alucard has sent the werewolves into retreat, all the guards are dead, including the regenerators. Even the horses and hounds have been killed.
Alucard:Now lets see...Where is Barbatos...*walks along the carnage*
He approaches the destroyed carriage that carried Balvorn, he looks in it for a second, but sees nothing. He looks over it and see’s the crucifix on top of Joseph. There is nothing left but his arms, head, and shoulders.
Alucard:...Hm.
Alucard approaches the cross and turns it over, Balvorn isn’t there.
Alucard:Strange...
??:Looking for something, vampire?
Alucard turns around.
Balvorrn is standing in front of him. He looks much different now. He stands at six feet tall, with a lanky, yet broad-shouldered build. His skin is a dark sheen of grey, almost black. And his hair is pitch black, rather long, somewhat past shoulder length, really wild and shaggy. He has thick eyebrows that nearly form a unibrow, and possesses wide, solid yellow eyes. His mouth is wide, reminiscent of a glascow grin, his teeth are long, sharp and oddly clean, his tongue is long and black, the same color as the inside of his mouth. His ears are pointed. His fingernails are fairly long, curved, thick and sharp with an obsidian color. His attire consists of a white shirt, with a black blazer, black pants, and laceless formal shoes.
Alucard:There you are..Barbatos, I assume?
Barbatos:Call me what you wish. It doesn’t matter to me.
Alucard:Very well. Onto the matter at hand, I’ve orders from my master to bring you back to Hellsing HQ
Barbatos:HAHAHAHAHAAA!!! Hellsing?! So you’re a human’s lapdog sent to hunt a wild beast who outscales you in both size and ferocity!
Alucard:*looms over Barbatos* Oh really?
Barbatos:Yes, I’m quite certain. Mainly because I don’t have to take the form of a seven foot tall dark and edgy vampire hunter to feel secure in my ability. I prefer a solid six, high enough to reach most things, low enough to pass through most areas with ease. You’re not impressing anybody.
Alucard:*growls* Quite brave, aren’t you? I like that, I’m permitted to drag you back in pieces, we know full well of your ability to regenerate.
Barbatos:*snickers* Yes, unfortunately I don’t think your human predicted that I would escape...This is my first taste of freedom in centuries. I’m not going to spend it working under the thumb of a human. *begins walking away* I appreciate your intervention, Vampire. But I will not put myself in debt for help that was not requested.
Alucard:*grins* Then we’re doing this the hard way....
Alucard fires his gun, the bullet sloughing off the top of Balvorn’s head.
Barbatos:*hisses as he flinches*....*turns around to face him as his face reassembles* The first thing I have to do after finally being able to stretch my legs is battle a human pet...*growls* Very well, dog of mankind, Have at you!
Barbatos Charges Alucard, he fires numerous rounds at him, but he dodges each bullet, finally reaching his target, he plunges his hand into his chest.
Alucard:*grins* You’re as quick as you are tough.
Balvorn:I wouldn’t say that.
Alucard plunges his hand into his chest.
Barbatos:*flinch* Very creative. *pulls it out, tearing out his ribcage, then grabs his head and tears it off, throwing it onto the ground and stomping It into a mash*
Alucard’s body falls limp.
Barbatos:Charming...*looks around*...Hrm, I suppose I have to start somewhere. Driving these obnoxious humans to the brink of extinction and dangling them there like a yoyo over a pit of fire will have to wait.
Barbatos begins going over to the corpses of the guards, and starts looting them.
Barbatos:Hrrrm..This must be that currency they’re always talking about...Yew-roes? No idea what it is and don’t care. Hand it to people, get items...That I don’t feel like outright taking...*picks up a pocket watch* Oh? Lovely! *sniffs it* Legitimate gold, bit of plastic...*sniff*
Alucards Body begins twitching, centipedes emerge and begin to fuse together.
Barbatos:*taking rings off the fingers of a guard* My my. Vows of Poverty, eh? *I can see you all follow those quite nicely.....*takes a wallet out of his pocket and removes some money*...Hmmm....What the...
A condom comes out with the cash.
Barbatos:What the hell is this? *rips open the pack and expands it* Oh my...So they’re not made out of sheep guts anymire..Very elastic.*stretches it*....Wait, weren’t these fellows catholic?
Dead Guard:*Reanimates and raises his finger* Unorthodox, but devoted!. *goes back to being dead*
Barbatos:Oh. Right....
Alucard regenerates as Barbatos swiftly loots all the corpses. He gets a decent amount of cash off of them.
Barbatos:Hmph...*looks back at Alucard’s corpse*....*sulks and scratches the back of his head in annoyance* Uggghh... You’re like one of those regenerators, possibly worse. I don’t have time for this.
Barbatos slings a corpse over his shoulder and runs off into the forest, leaving a brief gust that stirs up leaf litter.
Alucard:*gets up* I’m not so easy to...*looks around*.....Damn it to hell, I’m not going to hear the end of it from Integra if I don’t bring him back...Better hunt him down. *Explodes into a swarm of bats that scatter into the woods*
Barbatos is fleeing through the forest rapidly, eventually finding a particularly dense area in the woods underneath a large tree that prevents rainfall. He drops the fallen guard onto the ground and begins to gruesomely consume him stomach-first.
Barbatos:*snarls in delight* Wonderful! They’re so much cleaner and healthier than they were back in my age! *Breaks off a rib and chews on it, giggling in delight* Fantastic! *crunches It, swallowing it, then he bites into his skull, lapping up the brain with his tongue*Hmmmmmmm....*snaps off the guard’s leg by bending it forward and begins eating it rapidly, once all the meat is stripped, he widens his mouth and consumes the entire bone*
Barbatos consumes the entire body. Then gags loudly, throwing up a ball of sticky, partially digested clothing.
Barbatos:*coughs* Blegh! Got a little crazy there!
A small, red-eyed bat hovers in front of Barbatos.
Barbatos:*growls* Give up, Vampire, I’m not going with you.
The rest of the bat swarm mobs into the individual and Alucard is reformed.
Alucard:I’m just going to have to rip you limb from limb and carry you there in bags!*Arm forms into a large, black colored scimitar-like blade*
Barbatos: You’re clearly a very powerful vampire. Why on earth would you serve a human anyway? Why not break free and simply do as you please?
Alucard:*Growls and aims his gun* There’s quite a story behind that. Now come with me. I assure you, we don’t intend to make you into a servant. We simply have an interest in your abilities...
Barbatos:Hm. A curious proposition...But I’m not going to take the risk of being locked up again. My patience is quite thick, but a couple centuries of being impaled on a silver cross and shoved underground unable to move makes a monster paranoid!
Barbatos narrowly dodges a gunshot and darts into the forest, leaving nothing but a trail of descending leaves behind.
Alucard:I’ve never met a monster with such incredible fleeing capabilities. He barely even leaves a scent trail or footprints!...Hmph. Very well, I’ll let him enjoy running wild for a while. This isn’t over though...
“I appreciate it.”
Alucard:Huh?
“Really good sense of hearing! I’ll see you next time Lapdog.”
Alucard:*shrugs and flies off into the sky as a cloud of bats*
Barbatos charges his way through the forest for quite a while, dodging, evading, and utilizing trees and other obstacles with great dexterity. He gradually gets closer to the more civilized part of Rome. Seeing the lights through the forest, he leaps out, landing on the Arch of Constantine.
Barbatos:*Looks around, he’s obviously shocked* Mankind’s structures continued to swallow the world during my imprisonment, I see...*scratches his head*
Barbatos looks beneath the arch and spies a woman rummaging through her purse. He grins as the tips of his shoe quiver, and his toe claws burst through. He digs them into the arch and climbs down quietly, in an almost cat-like manner. He crawls right underneath the arch and slowly descends behind the unsuspecting woman, letting go of the wall with his arms, and twisting his torso around to face her, she jumps at the sound of his spine snapping, and looks up. He grabs her by the mouth to muffle her scream and yanks her up, his feet crawl up into the ceiling of the arch to hide them, biting out the back of her neck, decapitating her halfway. He tears off all her clothes*Minus her socks and shoes obviously* in a single swipe of his claws. He begins to eat her in a savory manner as light amounts of blood sputter and trickle down from the top of the arch. He's very thorough, starting with her head, and eating at a pace that keeps the consumption surprisingly clean, minus blood accumulating on his face and the upper part of his chest.
At a nearby luxury hotel, Alucard is sitting on a rather cozy red chair in a suite, he's in a black business suit, talking on a phone.
Alucard:...Unfortunately he wound up getting away.
Integra:What do you MEAN he got away!? How did you fail in capturing a crippled corpse!!?
Alucard:Unfortunately he managed to escape from the caravan and consume one of the guards, regaining enough strength to move. I pursued him feverously but he managed to outrun me after a quick battle.
Integra:Alucard, you listen here! You get back out there and you don't rest until you've bagged that monster and bring him back to HQ!!!
Alucard:He fled into the italian public, master. He's using mankind's ignorance we so desire to protect against us.
Integra:*growls* Alucard, do you have absolutely no idea what you've allowed to be unleashed on the world!?
A couple of tourists, a male and a female, walk under the arch, blood drips onto the head of the female, she puts her hand on her head and pulls it down, letting out a brief yelp before being pulled up, her male companion is also brought up.
Integra:That monster is one of mankind's oldest enemies!
Their clothes are plasted onto the ceiling with blood, Barbatos is holding the female in one hand while consuming the bowels of the male.
Integra: He's a clever, relentless animal with a bottomless appetite and viciousness to match! He devours all without distinction!
A priest travelling through the arch stops underneath it and looks around in concern, he gags as Barbatos' hand reaches down and jams the three middle fingers through his mouth and out the back of his head, pulling him up effortlessly.
Integra:Before finally being hunted down and killed he left a trail of human bodies you could cross the ocean with! He hunts like a leopard or a spider, unseen and unknown, whether it's chasing you down or setting up a trap that will pull you into a gruesome death.
There are no people travelling the roads near the arch now, Barbatos has lapped up any blood or gore that he left behind, licking his mouth and chewing off his bloodied clothes to have them grow back, and has begun loading the valuables of his victims into his coat, he picks up the clothes of his victims on one arm and disposes of anything that strikes him as useless in a nearby trash can. He casually walks down the road with a satisfied look on his face.
Integra:He's a threat to all of mankind! I want that creature in Hellsing custody right away! If you do not bring him back now I will seal you back in the dungeon where I found you! Now GO! *hangs up angrily*
Alucard:Sounds like a most fascinating creature.....*Grins and looks out the window* Sorry Integra, you're going to have to wait on that order. *picks up a wine glass full of blood and swirls it around, taking a sip* I can live here for a while.....
Back in the public.
Barbatos:*walking along a sidewalk, prodding a golden cross on his neck like a pendelum* Ahhhhh...Freedom atlast...*looks in his coat* I wonder what all sorts of things I can acquire with this? *scratches his chin and puts it back in his coat*
In a wide forest road in Rome, Italy. It's raining, and quite cloudy, making the road quite dark. Besides the sound of the gallopping horses and the rain hitting the ground, the forest is quiet in all other aspects.
There is a large caravan charging through a wide path in the forest on horseback. There are numerous fortified carriages being pulled, all of them bearing religious Christian imagery, and being protected by guards wearing hooded grey cossacks riding on horses alongside the carriage. They're armed with a variety of weapons, but seem to favor bayonett-like blades they carry in an ample quantity. Hounds are also escorting with the caravan, they’re unusually fast, capable of keeping up with the horses, and seem like very large, powerfully built, brown-skinned short-haired mastiffs in appearance With their ears and tail cut short.
Every carriage is unusually long, and seems designed to carry large quantities of cargo.
Guard:How much longer until we reach the next checkpoint?
Guard2:About ten miles!
Guard:Damn...I can't wait to switch off this cargo, my ass is aching from riding this horse all day. I need a warm bed...
Guard2:Remember our goal and boister your faith. We need to get this cargo to St. Peter's Ballisca.
Guard:What on earth's in that cargo anyway? St. Peter's is such an odd place to store it...
Guard2:Want to know?
Guard::....Yes. Quite badly.
Guard 2:...It's a demon.
Guard:You're kidding...
Guard2:Nope. We originally had it imprisoned beneath our lab under Povegalia island. Unfortunately it's resistant to every technique of exorcism we know. But if there's one place a demon will be weakened or killed, it's the catacombs of the Ballisca.
Guard:Well...That explains why they have Anderson awaiting us at the final checkpoint. Must be something big if they're going to have him take over...But why not have him watch over this thing from the start? He's strong enough in faith to endure the entire trip in one sitting!
Guard2:Because he'd probably work the rest of us into the ground....
Guard:I guess.
Guard2:Partially joking. He's been busy, as the most powerful soldier the Vatican's engineered he has quite a busy schedule. They wanted him to protect the cargo near the end point as soon as he could...We're to expect resistance.
Guard:...Resistance?
Guard2:You just got picked up from the last post a couple of days ago, so you haven’t seen them yet. We’re being stalked by Werewolves.
Guard:....W...Werewolves?
Guard2:Another reason we’re moving him from Povegalia to the Ballisca is because it’s been under violent siege by them in the past year. They seem to shy away from the Italian public, and this move should discourage them...However, we can’t exactly haul all this through public...Never know if our cargo would show out in front of the masses. So we’re stuck in the backwoods. Like lambs to the slaughter. Heheh.
Guard:Thanks...That helps.
Inside a carriage near the center of the caravan, towards the front end, are a pair of guards sitting inside staring into the back of the carriage.
There is an emaciated, tar-black inhuman creature crucified on a large silver cross, with bayonets impaling through his hands, feet, groin, chest, neck, forehead, elbows, knees, and eyes. It’s somewhat bestial in appearance and borderline skeletal, quite literally skin and bones. It’s anatomy seems to suggest it could function either as a biped or quadruped, and it looks dead.
Jailer:Certainly are quiet aren’t you?
Carcass:.........*small yellow glows appear in it’s eye sockets, and rotate to face the guard, the lights slightly reflecting on the bayonetts*
Jailer 2:There we go....Maybe once we move you to the Ballisca we can weaken you enough to exorcize you fully.
Jailer:Being impaled onto a silver cross by holy water doused silver bayonets is about as thoroughly exorcized as one gets. This must have been an indomitably powerful demon.
Carcass:*eyes rotate back into socket, vanishing*
Jailer:And he’s back to sleep again.
Jailer 2:Better than listening to him talk. By some miracle he’s been quiet most of the trip....
Jailer:Don’t jinx it!
Outside, in the woods.
A group of snarling creatures is pursuing the caravan through the forest road from the side. They’re moving silently.
Guard 2:...But honestly. The werewolves are the least I’m worried about...
Guard:..W..Why?
Guard 2:We’re not too far from our goal now. And I’ve heard the protestants caught wind of our movements.
Guard:Eh? What about Protestants?....Oh! You mean Hellsing?
Guard 2:Yes.
Guard:Argh...Why are we fighting again? I mean, we’re all Christians here. Shouldn’t we be helping eachother out instead of going at eachothers throats? I mean, sure we have a few disagreements here and there but generally endorse the same stuff...
Guard 2:Keep focused.
Guard:*sigh* Back when I was Pentecostal we never had to carry some horrifying demon out back through spooky werewolf infested woods being stalked by the most powerful society in England. Nope, worst we had was the occasional guy who got into the snake handling stuff....And even then they were usually just pet boa constrictors a church goer lent to us. Maybe this was a mistake...
Guard 2:*growls* We won’t tolerate anyone endangering the mission. Either go away or keep focused.
Guard:*sigh*...Should’ve went Mormon. Anyway, why would you be more worried about Hellsing than werewolves?
Guard:Lets hope you don’t have to find out.
Suddenly the hounds stop and begin snarling.
The caravan stops.
Guard:W...Why are we stopping?
Guard 2:The Yeth Hounds are acting up. Something unnatural is headed this way.
Guard:Shouldn’t we speed up!?
Guard 2:Heh. We’d do that, but a werewolf can outrun and overpower a horse. Last thing we need is to lose our means of transportation.
Guard:*gulps as he draws a shotgun* I’ve never faced werewolves before! Or anything unnatural for that matter! I mean, yeah, there was an exorcism back at my home church one time, but it turns out the guy had gas!
Guard 2:Well get ready for some bloodshed. These things are relentless. Just remember everything you were taught and try to avoid getting bit.
Guard:Will my gun even work on them?
Guard 2:Yes-
A werewolf leaps out of the woods, the guard draws a silver Bayonet and slashes him vertically while doing so, slicing the werewolf open like a book.
The forest rustles as the rest of the pack emerges, scores of werewolves charge from the forest, leaping onto the guards and attempting to tear out their throats, the hounds snarl and leap on them, showing unusual strength and ferocity. The guards fight back with a variety of weapons, ranging from firearms to blades, bayonets in particular. The werewolves have fairly varied appearances, ranging from almost completely canine to vaguely human.
Both the guards, their hounds, and the werewolves fight with great ferocity. The battle seems to go in favor for the caravan, however the werewolves begin to violently attack the carriages and maim the horses.
Inside the prison carriage.
Jailer:*growls* Damn! Did you call them here!?
Carcass:.........
A Werewolf leaps against the window and smashes it’s hand through, grabbing the second Jailer and begins peeling off his face, the jailer lets out a bloodcurdling scream, the first jailer stabs a knife into the werewolf’s hand, and he pulls his hand away, but taking the unfortunate Jailer outside with him, he begins mauling him as the other Jailer desperately tries to pull him in, finally the werewolf gives up and the maimed Jailer is pulled in...Minus the upper half of his torso, the other Jailer screams and reels back, another werewolf reaches through his window and pulls him outside effortlessly, the werewolves smash in the doors and two wolfmen(Werewolves with more of a lean towards the humanoid scale, valued for their increased dexterity in comparison to other werewolves. Thumbs are nice.)
They look back the carcass.
Wolfman:*snarls angrily as he looks at the carcass and roars loudly*
They grab the crucified creature and begin hauling the cross and all, however they’re attacked by the Yeth Hounds, who manage to overpower them and decapitate them with a bite.
The werewolves snarl and retreat back into the woods.
The caravan has suffered some losses, but has persevered in the attack.
Guard:*whew* *lowers his gun* That was close...
Guard 2:Good work rookie. You might be qualified to become a regenerator someday after all.
Guard:Haha...I don’t know, I was pretty much scared out of my mind.
A third guard walks over.
Guard3:Casualty list, Five men, two hounds, the jailers guarding the cargo, three horses, with four lamed...Two men injured, one regenerater has been overwhelmed. We need to deactivate the poor man, his healing factor is malfunctioning.
Guard2:Damn it! Well lets get to work, as much as I hate to do it we need to put down the crippled horses and injured men. They could be infected.
Guard:What!?
Guard2:There’s no cure for Lycanthropy besides death or materials that are out of our reach....And they can turn any moment...*walks over to a fallen guard*
Injured Guard: *Coughs*.....*spits out coarse looking hair and blood*
Guard 2:He’s definitely infected...Thank you for taking up the cross. Your sacrifice will not be in vain.
Injured Guard:*eyes turn yellow as he growls in a pained tone*...*smiles weakly* Heh...Better not..Just cut off my head and get moving, if you don’t get that thing to the Ballisca I’m gonna haunt you, and I don’t want to die a monster.
Guard 2:God bless you.
The Guard swiftly decapitates his injured comrade.
An injured guard is attempting to crawl away into the forest, his legs have been chewed viciously, and he’s growling monstrously. His eyes are a yellow color, his nails and teeth are starting to grow and sharpen.
He’s stopped by a pair of guards who aim their weapons at him.
Crippled Guard:*Growls* LEAVE ME!! I promise I won’t harm anyone! Just...GO!!!*yelps in pain as his canine snaps out of socket, and a long fang grows in its place, his skin begins to quiver and rip as bloodied fur emerges*
Guard4:*Aims a rifle at his head* I’m sorry, but you cannot be allowed to live....Please, face your death with some dignity.
Crippled Guard:*warped roar* I DON’T WANT TO DIE!! BEING PUT DOWN LIKE AN ANIMAL!? HOW CAN YOU CALL THAT A DIGNIFIED DEATH? *screams in agony as he falls onto his side and the sound of snapping bones is heard*
Guard4:*puts his finger on the trigger*
Crippled Guard:NO!!!
*gunshot*
Guard:This is horrible!
Guard 2:*sighs as he sheaths his bayonet* It’s always heartbreaking to have to do this.
The horses are being shot in the head. The remaining injured soldier dies of his injuries in the arms of a fellow guard.
Guard:*shakes his head*
Guard 2:You alright, rookie?
Guard:*shakes his head* Just...It’s been a long trip.
Guard 2:You did good for you first werewolf ambush. Head inside the carriage and guard the cargo, don’t get too close. He can’t do much the way he is now, but don’t take any risks. And if he talks to you, don’t allow him to get under your skin whatever you do. He just spews nonsense and blasphemy.
Guard:Alright.*hops in to the carriage*
Guard 2:..Alright, where’s the regenerator?
There are a pair of soldiers looking over a spasming, mutilated, groaning man. He’s halfway decapitated from the front and his wounds are constantly healing and bursting back open, causing a notable blood puddle to expand under him.
Regenerator:*coughs blood*Maaaake it stooooppp....*reaches his hand up*
Guard3:....This is just awful....Sometimes I have to question the morality of our experiments.
Guard 2:Its terrible, but we have to make sacrifices. Regenerators are fairly new, the technology is flawed. *Takes out a black crucifix-shaped dagger with a spiral bottom, it’s made solely for stabbing * I’m sorry...
He stabs the cross into the regenerator’s chest, he spasms viciously for a moment , but finaly dies. His body smokes, and melts into a red puddle.
Guard 2:*puts away the crucifix* Lets continue.
The caravan begins moving again.
Inside the main carriage.
The rookie guard is staring at the crucified monster, he looks extremely unnerved.
Guard:*gulp*....
Carcass:.........*eyes glow*
Guard:Eeek...
Carcass:Haaaaaaaah....I tell you, it was quite a sight seeing those jailer’s getting ripped apart. It was terrible, in the best way possible. Watching that wolf man peel off his face like a mask and pulling him down to be devoured alive, and his companion suffering the same fate. I wonder, how will you die, young man?
Guard:I...I....
Carcass:Mauled to death, eaten alive, infected and getting your skull blown off by the very men you trust to watch your back? It’s such a delightful conundrum.
Guard:Or...Maybe from natural causes like living to a ripe old age?
Carcass:Hahah. You wish....Most people in your line of work will do well to reach age 50. All it takes Is the tiniest slip and you’ll die gruesomely.
Guard:*taps his knee with his fingertips*
Carcass:Oh my, getting cold feet are we? Can’t tell if it’s a better idea to bail or keep going? It’s likely you’ll die either way now that you think about it, escape down the road and run into the werewolves or keep going and have the werewolves run into you. Not much difference...So do whatever you like.
Guard:Ew. The others were right, you’re not very pleasant are you?
Carcass:Oh please. I can’t be any worse than the liars, hypocrites, and monsters out there. But to each their own.
Guard:*eyes shift*
Carcass:Aw. Usually when I pull that card the guards get angry and start showering me in their pathetic threats to make me shut up. There’s little more you could do to me, I’m just a carcass strung up on a giant piece of silver, I can’t even feel pain anymore I’ve been beaten by you bastards so much.
Guard:Well, you can’t say you didn’t earn it.
Carcass:Oh really? What have I done to you? Oh, right, all the torture, slaughter, and consumption of you vicious, sentient, self destructive cattle.
Guard:That and the fact you betrayed God back when you had everything?
Carcass:....AHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAAAH!!!! Oh, they have you thinking I’m a demon, don’t they? I forgot that’s what the church enforces on something it doesn’t understand. I’m no angel, boy. Never was. I suppose they also have you thinking they’re taking me to the Ballisca to exorcize me, am I right?
Guard:Maybe we should just forget the exorcism, sew your mouth, and dump you in the core of the earth.
Carcass:I admit, that would be more effective. You’re smarter than the rest of them. Why not go and tell them your little suggestion and see what reaction you get?
Guard:It was just a joke. Still might ask them to sew up your mouth, though.
Carcass:Might muffle me a little, but my anatomy is rather warped. Won’t do much good. Hahaha.
Guard:Ugh....Well, we’re going to be stuck together the whole trip there. Whats your name?
Carcass:Whatever you want it to be, Human. I never needed a name. But the people in your society call me “Barbatos”. I’ve gone by many other names. Balvorn, Sepulcher, simply “Beast” or “Monster”, many things...Take your pick or make up your own. They’re nothing but pretty titles to me.
Guard:Kind of hard to choose....Where do they all come from?
Carcass:When you’ve been around for as long as I have and develop a reputation people love pasting nicknames on you. I’ve been called Balvorn by most.
Guard:Very well. Balvorn it is.
Balvorn:Hahahaha....Well boy, I may as well bug you for your name..[/url]
Joseph:Its....Joseph.
Balvorn:Ah, Joseph. I take it you’re new?
Joseph:Yes, I’ve only been recruited recently. I’m hoping to make regenerator.
Balvorn:Heheheh...Well, I smell a slim chance of that happening...You have company.
Caravan Leader:*eyes widen* Stop the Caravan! Someone’s standing in the road!
There is a tall, dark figure ahead, his silhouette insist he’s wearing a long coat and a wide-brimmed hat. The reflection of orange goggles can be seen under his hat.
??:.......
Caravan leader:Get out of the way, we’re travelling this road on important business!
??:*grins, revealing he has countless razor sharp teeth, and draws a gun* As am I.
Caravan Leader:Wait a minute...I..*panics* I recognize you-
*Absurdly loud gunshot echoes the area*
Joseph:!?
Balvorn:[/i]Better get out there. I have a feeling your little trip is about to come to a gruesome end.
Joseph:*arms his gun and steps outside as the sounds of combat begin to escalate*
Balvorn musters a grin as he listens to the sounds of gunshots and screams.
Outside.
There are numerous guard corpses strewn on the ground before the figure.
Wounded Regenerator:*healing a wound on the side of his head* You...You’re Hellsing’s monster! Alucard! You won’t take Barbatos! *Begins screaming as a huge black centipede slithers from Alucard’s foot and bites him, dragging him into Alucard’s coat, which opens into a nightmarish, eye-filled mouth that swallows him whole*
Guard2:Call for backup! Get Anderson out here before we’re all killed!
Yeth Hound:*Yelps helplessly as he’s caught in the jaws of an enormous, heavily muscular, brown furred wolf-like beast*
Guard 3:WARG!!!!!
The warg snaps the hound in half in his jaws and roars, it’s a massive, 8 foot tall stout wolf-like monster with thick, sharp claws and teeth. It’s somewhat top heavy, and has coarse fur. Three more of them emerge from the woods followed by a werewolf horde, and begin smashing into carriages and rapidly slaughtering horses, Alucard grins and begins to slaughter everyone in the Caravan, the wargs tend to avoid him and only attack guards that get between them, the carriages, and the horses. After a brief battle, all the guards are picked off. Alucard begins attacking the wargs.
Warg:*Clawing into Balvorn’s Carriage, successfully tearing off half of it with a couple of claw swipes, then roars loudly in the direction of the other wargs, but is cut silent by taking a cannon-like bullet to the head by Alucard*
Balvorn growls and widens his eyes as he glares at Joseph. He’s been shot in the stomach, and is lying on the ground dying.
Balvorn:.....
Balvorn shakes one arm desperately, he manages to pull it free, the bayonets going straight through it. He begins dragging himself along the ground towards Joseph, the weight of the massive crucifix he’s impaled against tearing up the earth behind him. He drools as he gets closer.
Joseph:..*turns towards him*...B...Balvorn....
Balvorn:Well well Joseph. This is indeed a pity. I figured you’d last a bit longer....*turns around and begins chewing on his left leg*
Joseph:*coughs* What is that man?
Balvorn:*sniffs the air, speaking in a somewhat revitalized tone* A vampire...And a very old and powerful one at that. You were all terribly underequipped to handle him....*Has eaten everything up to the joint of his leg, he’s gnawing on the bone and making his way up higher.*
Joseph:Urgh...I can’t feel anything from the waist down...i think the bullet hit my spine...I’m feeling weak....
Balvorn:Huh. I thought you were just being cooperative.
Joseph:Cooperative..W..What do you mean...*weakly raises his head*AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!
Balvorn has made it to his lower stomach, he’s chewing on his intestines.
Balvorn:..What? You’re being an organ donor. I believe most major religions consider it to be a form of charity.
Joseph continues screaming as Balvorn continues devouring his lower body. He can barely feel anything, but the sight is absolutely horrific.
Balvorn:You’re my first meal in centuries, Joseph...I can’t tell you how much I appreciate this. *swallows an organ, looks like a liver*
Joseph:YOU’RE A MONSTER!!*tries to break away*
Balvorn snaps off a rib and begins eating it, he bites through the bone effortlessly.
Joseph:*Agonized scream*
Balvorn:Oh my. It seems you still have feeling up there. *Shakes his body, he manages to break his upper body completely free from the crucifix, he dives his face into Josephs Ribcage while holding down his right arm and head with his hands, his claws tearing into his flesh slightly*
Joseph:STOP IT!! PLEASE!!! I CAN’T TAKE IT!!! KILL ME FIRST!!!
Balvorn:*shifting his head through his chest cavity* Hang on a second, I’ll put you down as soon as I get high enough.... I’m looking for your heart...THERE IT IS! Ooooh...Love muscle.
Balvorn bites the heart and pulls it out with his teeth, chewing on it and swallowing it slowly, Joeseph lets out one last weak scream and begins to twitch and groan*
Balvorn:Much better....*Begins eating the ribs*
Alucard has sent the werewolves into retreat, all the guards are dead, including the regenerators. Even the horses and hounds have been killed.
Alucard:Now lets see...Where is Barbatos...*walks along the carnage*
He approaches the destroyed carriage that carried Balvorn, he looks in it for a second, but sees nothing. He looks over it and see’s the crucifix on top of Joseph. There is nothing left but his arms, head, and shoulders.
Alucard:...Hm.
Alucard approaches the cross and turns it over, Balvorn isn’t there.
Alucard:Strange...
??:Looking for something, vampire?
Alucard turns around.
Balvorrn is standing in front of him. He looks much different now. He stands at six feet tall, with a lanky, yet broad-shouldered build. His skin is a dark sheen of grey, almost black. And his hair is pitch black, rather long, somewhat past shoulder length, really wild and shaggy. He has thick eyebrows that nearly form a unibrow, and possesses wide, solid yellow eyes. His mouth is wide, reminiscent of a glascow grin, his teeth are long, sharp and oddly clean, his tongue is long and black, the same color as the inside of his mouth. His ears are pointed. His fingernails are fairly long, curved, thick and sharp with an obsidian color. His attire consists of a white shirt, with a black blazer, black pants, and laceless formal shoes.
Alucard:There you are..Barbatos, I assume?
Barbatos:Call me what you wish. It doesn’t matter to me.
Alucard:Very well. Onto the matter at hand, I’ve orders from my master to bring you back to Hellsing HQ
Barbatos:HAHAHAHAHAAA!!! Hellsing?! So you’re a human’s lapdog sent to hunt a wild beast who outscales you in both size and ferocity!
Alucard:*looms over Barbatos* Oh really?
Barbatos:Yes, I’m quite certain. Mainly because I don’t have to take the form of a seven foot tall dark and edgy vampire hunter to feel secure in my ability. I prefer a solid six, high enough to reach most things, low enough to pass through most areas with ease. You’re not impressing anybody.
Alucard:*growls* Quite brave, aren’t you? I like that, I’m permitted to drag you back in pieces, we know full well of your ability to regenerate.
Barbatos:*snickers* Yes, unfortunately I don’t think your human predicted that I would escape...This is my first taste of freedom in centuries. I’m not going to spend it working under the thumb of a human. *begins walking away* I appreciate your intervention, Vampire. But I will not put myself in debt for help that was not requested.
Alucard:*grins* Then we’re doing this the hard way....
Alucard fires his gun, the bullet sloughing off the top of Balvorn’s head.
Barbatos:*hisses as he flinches*....*turns around to face him as his face reassembles* The first thing I have to do after finally being able to stretch my legs is battle a human pet...*growls* Very well, dog of mankind, Have at you!
Barbatos Charges Alucard, he fires numerous rounds at him, but he dodges each bullet, finally reaching his target, he plunges his hand into his chest.
Alucard:*grins* You’re as quick as you are tough.
Balvorn:I wouldn’t say that.
Alucard plunges his hand into his chest.
Barbatos:*flinch* Very creative. *pulls it out, tearing out his ribcage, then grabs his head and tears it off, throwing it onto the ground and stomping It into a mash*
Alucard’s body falls limp.
Barbatos:Charming...*looks around*...Hrm, I suppose I have to start somewhere. Driving these obnoxious humans to the brink of extinction and dangling them there like a yoyo over a pit of fire will have to wait.
Barbatos begins going over to the corpses of the guards, and starts looting them.
Barbatos:Hrrrm..This must be that currency they’re always talking about...Yew-roes? No idea what it is and don’t care. Hand it to people, get items...That I don’t feel like outright taking...*picks up a pocket watch* Oh? Lovely! *sniffs it* Legitimate gold, bit of plastic...*sniff*
Alucards Body begins twitching, centipedes emerge and begin to fuse together.
Barbatos:*taking rings off the fingers of a guard* My my. Vows of Poverty, eh? *I can see you all follow those quite nicely.....*takes a wallet out of his pocket and removes some money*...Hmmm....What the...
A condom comes out with the cash.
Barbatos:What the hell is this? *rips open the pack and expands it* Oh my...So they’re not made out of sheep guts anymire..Very elastic.*stretches it*....Wait, weren’t these fellows catholic?
Dead Guard:*Reanimates and raises his finger* Unorthodox, but devoted!. *goes back to being dead*
Barbatos:Oh. Right....
Alucard regenerates as Barbatos swiftly loots all the corpses. He gets a decent amount of cash off of them.
Barbatos:Hmph...*looks back at Alucard’s corpse*....*sulks and scratches the back of his head in annoyance* Uggghh... You’re like one of those regenerators, possibly worse. I don’t have time for this.
Barbatos slings a corpse over his shoulder and runs off into the forest, leaving a brief gust that stirs up leaf litter.
Alucard:*gets up* I’m not so easy to...*looks around*.....Damn it to hell, I’m not going to hear the end of it from Integra if I don’t bring him back...Better hunt him down. *Explodes into a swarm of bats that scatter into the woods*
Barbatos is fleeing through the forest rapidly, eventually finding a particularly dense area in the woods underneath a large tree that prevents rainfall. He drops the fallen guard onto the ground and begins to gruesomely consume him stomach-first.
Barbatos:*snarls in delight* Wonderful! They’re so much cleaner and healthier than they were back in my age! *Breaks off a rib and chews on it, giggling in delight* Fantastic! *crunches It, swallowing it, then he bites into his skull, lapping up the brain with his tongue*Hmmmmmmm....*snaps off the guard’s leg by bending it forward and begins eating it rapidly, once all the meat is stripped, he widens his mouth and consumes the entire bone*
Barbatos consumes the entire body. Then gags loudly, throwing up a ball of sticky, partially digested clothing.
Barbatos:*coughs* Blegh! Got a little crazy there!
A small, red-eyed bat hovers in front of Barbatos.
Barbatos:*growls* Give up, Vampire, I’m not going with you.
The rest of the bat swarm mobs into the individual and Alucard is reformed.
Alucard:I’m just going to have to rip you limb from limb and carry you there in bags!*Arm forms into a large, black colored scimitar-like blade*
Barbatos: You’re clearly a very powerful vampire. Why on earth would you serve a human anyway? Why not break free and simply do as you please?
Alucard:*Growls and aims his gun* There’s quite a story behind that. Now come with me. I assure you, we don’t intend to make you into a servant. We simply have an interest in your abilities...
Barbatos:Hm. A curious proposition...But I’m not going to take the risk of being locked up again. My patience is quite thick, but a couple centuries of being impaled on a silver cross and shoved underground unable to move makes a monster paranoid!
Barbatos narrowly dodges a gunshot and darts into the forest, leaving nothing but a trail of descending leaves behind.
Alucard:I’ve never met a monster with such incredible fleeing capabilities. He barely even leaves a scent trail or footprints!...Hmph. Very well, I’ll let him enjoy running wild for a while. This isn’t over though...
“I appreciate it.”
Alucard:Huh?
“Really good sense of hearing! I’ll see you next time Lapdog.”
Alucard:*shrugs and flies off into the sky as a cloud of bats*
Barbatos charges his way through the forest for quite a while, dodging, evading, and utilizing trees and other obstacles with great dexterity. He gradually gets closer to the more civilized part of Rome. Seeing the lights through the forest, he leaps out, landing on the Arch of Constantine.
Barbatos:*Looks around, he’s obviously shocked* Mankind’s structures continued to swallow the world during my imprisonment, I see...*scratches his head*
Barbatos looks beneath the arch and spies a woman rummaging through her purse. He grins as the tips of his shoe quiver, and his toe claws burst through. He digs them into the arch and climbs down quietly, in an almost cat-like manner. He crawls right underneath the arch and slowly descends behind the unsuspecting woman, letting go of the wall with his arms, and twisting his torso around to face her, she jumps at the sound of his spine snapping, and looks up. He grabs her by the mouth to muffle her scream and yanks her up, his feet crawl up into the ceiling of the arch to hide them, biting out the back of her neck, decapitating her halfway. He tears off all her clothes*Minus her socks and shoes obviously* in a single swipe of his claws. He begins to eat her in a savory manner as light amounts of blood sputter and trickle down from the top of the arch. He's very thorough, starting with her head, and eating at a pace that keeps the consumption surprisingly clean, minus blood accumulating on his face and the upper part of his chest.
At a nearby luxury hotel, Alucard is sitting on a rather cozy red chair in a suite, he's in a black business suit, talking on a phone.
Alucard:...Unfortunately he wound up getting away.
Integra:What do you MEAN he got away!? How did you fail in capturing a crippled corpse!!?
Alucard:Unfortunately he managed to escape from the caravan and consume one of the guards, regaining enough strength to move. I pursued him feverously but he managed to outrun me after a quick battle.
Integra:Alucard, you listen here! You get back out there and you don't rest until you've bagged that monster and bring him back to HQ!!!
Alucard:He fled into the italian public, master. He's using mankind's ignorance we so desire to protect against us.
Integra:*growls* Alucard, do you have absolutely no idea what you've allowed to be unleashed on the world!?
A couple of tourists, a male and a female, walk under the arch, blood drips onto the head of the female, she puts her hand on her head and pulls it down, letting out a brief yelp before being pulled up, her male companion is also brought up.
Integra:That monster is one of mankind's oldest enemies!
Their clothes are plasted onto the ceiling with blood, Barbatos is holding the female in one hand while consuming the bowels of the male.
Integra: He's a clever, relentless animal with a bottomless appetite and viciousness to match! He devours all without distinction!
A priest travelling through the arch stops underneath it and looks around in concern, he gags as Barbatos' hand reaches down and jams the three middle fingers through his mouth and out the back of his head, pulling him up effortlessly.
Integra:Before finally being hunted down and killed he left a trail of human bodies you could cross the ocean with! He hunts like a leopard or a spider, unseen and unknown, whether it's chasing you down or setting up a trap that will pull you into a gruesome death.
There are no people travelling the roads near the arch now, Barbatos has lapped up any blood or gore that he left behind, licking his mouth and chewing off his bloodied clothes to have them grow back, and has begun loading the valuables of his victims into his coat, he picks up the clothes of his victims on one arm and disposes of anything that strikes him as useless in a nearby trash can. He casually walks down the road with a satisfied look on his face.
Integra:He's a threat to all of mankind! I want that creature in Hellsing custody right away! If you do not bring him back now I will seal you back in the dungeon where I found you! Now GO! *hangs up angrily*
Alucard:Sounds like a most fascinating creature.....*Grins and looks out the window* Sorry Integra, you're going to have to wait on that order. *picks up a wine glass full of blood and swirls it around, taking a sip* I can live here for a while.....
Back in the public.
Barbatos:*walking along a sidewalk, prodding a golden cross on his neck like a pendelum* Ahhhhh...Freedom atlast...*looks in his coat* I wonder what all sorts of things I can acquire with this? *scratches his chin and puts it back in his coat*