Everything’s all right. Stay where you are.
I’ve sent the next couple of chapters to keep you occupied. Sorry about the delay.
Alucard: I’m going below deck. The monster’s…er…familiars are attacking the crew. I just, uh, hope I’m not too late to save any. Will you be okay up here?
Maggie (thinking): She’s so beautiful…
Alucard (thinking): Like father, like daughter.
[To be continued…]
– Female Alucard is a sexy vixen.
– “Good boy!” Master & puppy.
– Anderson delivers dessert, with holy blessed pie servers.
– Integra: always sexy.
– Boy!Seras, with a side of fem!Pip.
– When you need zombies taken care of, call on Calvin, Hobbes, Chris Orcot, and Chris’ contract-bound three-headed dragon, Honlon.
I. or V.,
If I don’t here from one of you soon, I might start to get worried.
Alucard: It’s all right. He’s gone.
Maggie: Thank you…Are you…an angel?
Alucard: …Not exactly.
????: Clean shot through the head. Quick, Maggie! Draw your paper to you. No need for animals — just form a spike.
Now finish him off with a stake to the heart!
Alucard (thinking): Time for some fast acting.
Alucard: If you don’t know anything, then I have no use for you…
[BLAM BLAM BLAM]
Alucard: Do you have any idea who you are?
Maggie: M-Maggie Mui…is that what you’re asking?
Alucard (thinking): Holy bleep.
Alucard (thinking): They’ve been training her against something fast. But not fast enough.
Maggie: oh god oh god
Alucard (thinking): Blood is the currency of life, the film of memory. All I have to do is drain this girl dry. Absorb her soul. Engrave her memories into my mind. If she’s a pawn, they won’t have told her their plans…but she must remember training. Then I’ll have some clue about why she can mimic Walter’s techniques so perfectly…
Maggie: I — I’m not scared of you!
Alucard: Of course you are. But still, you’ll never give up.
Alucard (thinking): Walter’s not the only person you remind me of.