The Devil and The Demon
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Category:
M through R › Predator
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,229
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Predator movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Devil and The Demon
A.N. Sorry, but unless I get some reviews soon, I won't be posting any more chapters (3 is already up, but NO MORE!) I just wanna know someone loves me, so don't hate, kay?
Getting the Fun Started
"Alucard, I'm sending you to Los Angelos," said the solemn blonde-haired woman, Sir Integra of Hellsing to her servent, the vampire Alucard.
Alucard grinned. "The City of Lost Angels, Master? I should fit right in."
Sir Integra ignored her servant's remark and lit a cigar. "There's been reports of murders. Bodies have turned up decapitated, skinned, or not in one piece." She glanced at the report in her hands. "Almost every body has its skull and spine removed."
"This doesn't sound like the work of a young or even an experienced vampire," Alucard said, his blood-red eyes glinting. "This sounds like something new."
Sir Integra made it a point not to look at the growing psychotic grin on the vampire king's face. "Yes, well, whatever it is, I want you to take care of it."
"Of course, Master." Alucard tilted his head to the side. "However, why is my Master bothering herself with the problems of the Americans? Can they not take care of it themselves?"
"Normally, I would," Integra said around her cigar, wondering idly why she was explaining herself to her servant. "But this could be something important, and I don't trust those bloody yankees to not fuck-up somehow. I want this taken care of quickly and quietly, understood?"
"Of course, Master." Alucard bowed, then took a step back through the wall and was gone.
"Something new, Walter," Integra quoted a few minutes later to the butler standing beside her desk. "Why is it that whenever Alucard is happy, it's never a good sign?"
"I wouldn't worry too much, Mum," Walter said. He had a small grin on his face. "Besides, at least he'll be enjoying himself on another continent."
In the over 400 years Alucard had been alive, he had learned how to be patient. Now, as the Hellsing jet neared the end of the 17 hour non-stop flight from the mansion to the Los Angelos International Airport, he found himself almost......excited. He had read all the police reports, given to him by Walter, on the plane. The main 'victims,' so to speak, were either members of the Jamacian Voodoo Gang, the Columbian gang, or police officers, with a few random citizens thrown into the mix.
The No-Life King quickly dismissed the bodies as those of a vampire. No blood had been taken, but body parts had been. Some had been skinned, most decapitated, and a large number found hanging upside-down from the rafters of buildings, a feat no human could have pulled off, in some cases. He also picked up on the fact that all the people had been armed when they were killed.
"No sport in killing defenseless prey," he said to himself with a chuckle. If he thought about it, most of his prey had been quite defenseless against him in battle, except for that annoying priest. This was certainly going to be a interesting hunt; he wished he was holding his Jackel now, feeling its slight recoil (bone-shattering to a human) and smelling the fire and oil. Wait a moment; was great Alucard getting restless? This was certainly a new feeling.
It was warm, about 90 degrees, despite the twelve A.M. hour. Steam rose from the sidewalks, and the buildings themselves seemed to be sweating. The air was still, and stifling. No one was out, many in the comfort of overworked air conditioners that dripped water onto the sidewalks. To the numerous humans, it was the Earthly version of Hell, with the heat and the crime; to the Hunter, it was the perfect playground.
The Hunter crouched on the edge of a building, surveying its kingdom, heat blooms on its thermatic vision of steam and gas. There were few humans about, but he probably wouldn't have hunted them anyway; he already had more than enough trophies, the skulls and spines of a dozen humans. Humans were said to be great prey for his kind, but so far, none of them had been anything extraordinary. The thrill of the hunt was shallowing. This was blasphemy, but he was becoming......bored!
Soon, his ship would come and get him, but he was beginning to feel this was not soon enough. Still being a young Hunter, this was another test for him, to hunt on a planet alone, but he was confident he had passed with praise to U'Thre. As he looked over the city, he suddenly felt a tingle of anticipation. The Hunter stood and glanced around, but there was nothing near him, save for a few pigeons; what was he feeling?
There was a rumbling in the sky, and the Hunter turned around and ducked and a
large private plane flew over him, descending towards the airport. He almost shot the plane with his cannon out of instinct, but it would be a sneak attack, and unhonorable. As the plane passed overhead, the feeling of anticipation grew until it engulfed his being, and as he watched the plane land, he purred and growled to himself.
There was another hunter on that human ship. With a loud roar of challange, the Hunter literally disappeared in the night, becoming invisible as he ran over the rooftops to face his new enemy, the blood pumping and thrill of the hunt more powerful than ever before.
Getting the Fun Started
"Alucard, I'm sending you to Los Angelos," said the solemn blonde-haired woman, Sir Integra of Hellsing to her servent, the vampire Alucard.
Alucard grinned. "The City of Lost Angels, Master? I should fit right in."
Sir Integra ignored her servant's remark and lit a cigar. "There's been reports of murders. Bodies have turned up decapitated, skinned, or not in one piece." She glanced at the report in her hands. "Almost every body has its skull and spine removed."
"This doesn't sound like the work of a young or even an experienced vampire," Alucard said, his blood-red eyes glinting. "This sounds like something new."
Sir Integra made it a point not to look at the growing psychotic grin on the vampire king's face. "Yes, well, whatever it is, I want you to take care of it."
"Of course, Master." Alucard tilted his head to the side. "However, why is my Master bothering herself with the problems of the Americans? Can they not take care of it themselves?"
"Normally, I would," Integra said around her cigar, wondering idly why she was explaining herself to her servant. "But this could be something important, and I don't trust those bloody yankees to not fuck-up somehow. I want this taken care of quickly and quietly, understood?"
"Of course, Master." Alucard bowed, then took a step back through the wall and was gone.
"Something new, Walter," Integra quoted a few minutes later to the butler standing beside her desk. "Why is it that whenever Alucard is happy, it's never a good sign?"
"I wouldn't worry too much, Mum," Walter said. He had a small grin on his face. "Besides, at least he'll be enjoying himself on another continent."
In the over 400 years Alucard had been alive, he had learned how to be patient. Now, as the Hellsing jet neared the end of the 17 hour non-stop flight from the mansion to the Los Angelos International Airport, he found himself almost......excited. He had read all the police reports, given to him by Walter, on the plane. The main 'victims,' so to speak, were either members of the Jamacian Voodoo Gang, the Columbian gang, or police officers, with a few random citizens thrown into the mix.
The No-Life King quickly dismissed the bodies as those of a vampire. No blood had been taken, but body parts had been. Some had been skinned, most decapitated, and a large number found hanging upside-down from the rafters of buildings, a feat no human could have pulled off, in some cases. He also picked up on the fact that all the people had been armed when they were killed.
"No sport in killing defenseless prey," he said to himself with a chuckle. If he thought about it, most of his prey had been quite defenseless against him in battle, except for that annoying priest. This was certainly going to be a interesting hunt; he wished he was holding his Jackel now, feeling its slight recoil (bone-shattering to a human) and smelling the fire and oil. Wait a moment; was great Alucard getting restless? This was certainly a new feeling.
It was warm, about 90 degrees, despite the twelve A.M. hour. Steam rose from the sidewalks, and the buildings themselves seemed to be sweating. The air was still, and stifling. No one was out, many in the comfort of overworked air conditioners that dripped water onto the sidewalks. To the numerous humans, it was the Earthly version of Hell, with the heat and the crime; to the Hunter, it was the perfect playground.
The Hunter crouched on the edge of a building, surveying its kingdom, heat blooms on its thermatic vision of steam and gas. There were few humans about, but he probably wouldn't have hunted them anyway; he already had more than enough trophies, the skulls and spines of a dozen humans. Humans were said to be great prey for his kind, but so far, none of them had been anything extraordinary. The thrill of the hunt was shallowing. This was blasphemy, but he was becoming......bored!
Soon, his ship would come and get him, but he was beginning to feel this was not soon enough. Still being a young Hunter, this was another test for him, to hunt on a planet alone, but he was confident he had passed with praise to U'Thre. As he looked over the city, he suddenly felt a tingle of anticipation. The Hunter stood and glanced around, but there was nothing near him, save for a few pigeons; what was he feeling?
There was a rumbling in the sky, and the Hunter turned around and ducked and a
large private plane flew over him, descending towards the airport. He almost shot the plane with his cannon out of instinct, but it would be a sneak attack, and unhonorable. As the plane passed overhead, the feeling of anticipation grew until it engulfed his being, and as he watched the plane land, he purred and growled to himself.
There was another hunter on that human ship. With a loud roar of challange, the Hunter literally disappeared in the night, becoming invisible as he ran over the rooftops to face his new enemy, the blood pumping and thrill of the hunt more powerful than ever before.