Super Freak (Hellsing)

[Ayen]

Maricul: Blue
Camp: Green
Stryker: Red

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From the moment she entered the dungeons where the other freaks were located she felt like she was walking down a prison hallway where all the inmates went crazy mad whenever a woman walked down it. There were other females there of course, they were indifferent. Entering one large room where several freaks occupied it at once Maricul continued down it, not giving anyone else a moment's glance as she stopped at the end wall and sat down. Back leaned against the wall and her right knee up as the left leg was flat out against the floor. One man approached her with a lit cigarette in his mouth with two fully automatic .40S&W pistols in the holsters on his waist and a rifle of some sort strapped to his back. A low whistle leaving his lips as he spoke.

“Look who it is. The woman who went ten rounds with Seras.”

“She's alive?”

Another person stood next to the man. A woman with short brown hair and tattoos all over her body. No weapons to speak of but that just meant she didn't need any on her person.

“If you can call having your arms and legs torn off alive. Then yeah. Still better than what any of us could do against her.”

“Guess that means you better not fuck with me.”

The man chuckled and the woman only pfft, not at all impressed by the woman sitting in front of them.

“You looking to start something?”

“Now, now, Stryker. We're all on the same side here. Besides I don't think Master Integra or the demon butler would appreciate another mess after what this girl did to the sector last night.”

“Don't start shit you can't finish.”

“That's it! Get your ass up so I can knock it back down.”

“Stryker...”

“Stay out of this, Camp!”

Maricul stood up. Stryker backed up allowing them both plenty of room as the other freaks gathered around and Camp stayed cleared watching what was about to go down.

“Place your bets boys.”

Mari drew the short scythe and Stryker only snorted.

“Too afraid to fight me like a real monster?”

Mari didn't respond to the mocks. She had nothing on Seras when it came to belittling a person. Stryker came forward and threw a right hand that Maricul moved to the left to avoid, and to the right when the left came. The blow accompanying the fists felt similar to the force behind bullets when Maricul dodged them at point blank range. So that's why they called her Stryker. Using her agility to her advantage Maricul now stood behind Stryker. Scythe blade hooked to her mid-section and ripped right on through causing blood to shoot forward through the air and paint the floors. The freaks around them watching the show eyes firing up at the sight and smell of fresh blood from Stryker, as Stryker herself responded with an elbow that felt like Mari was being hit by a .45 ACP that knocked her back into the ground.

Stryker on top of her now, the surrounding freaks cheering as she repeated bashed Mari's face in with her fists. It felt like she was being shot repeatedly by a barrage of .40S&Ws. Blood spewing out and hitting Stryker's face and arms as the freaks around them screamed for them to kill each other like a bunch of rabid dogs. Camp shook his head in disapproval as Stryker bare her fangs and penetrated Maricul's skin. Drinking her blood and allowing it to empower her as she had every intention on killing the woman here and now. Camp was about to step in but Mari managed to roll them around, pinning the woman to the ground as she bit into her neck. Drinking her blood while Stryker's continued to drank her. Decreasing and increasing their health until Stryker threw her off and both women got back up to their feet.

“Had enough yet?”

“Bitch, please.”

The two collided into each other and bombarded one another with a fury of blows. Their arms a blur and Maricul countered Stryker's blows with more blows of her own as the conflict ended with Maricul grabbed the other freak, turning her around to face the others who were enjoying the brawl and dug her teeth into Stryker's throat again. Eyes turning red and becoming lost in the blood lust as she didn't want to stop and Stryker was unable to break out of her grip. But just as the battle looked to be soon over and Camp was taking out his guns to connect with a perfect shot on Maricul's head to get her off Stryker, a hand came alive from the darkness and grabbed Maricul. Yanking her off Stryker and throwing her into the nearby wall with little to no effort as a vampire at 6'4 and weighing easily over two hundred pounds of pure muscle, looking like he came straight out of the classic horror movie Nosferatu but with a dumb expression on his face as he stood in front of Stryker allowing for Camp to step in and take her away from the fight.

“Jeeves. What are you doing? This is my fight.”

“I don't think so, Stryker. You're done. Here.”

Camp gave Stryker some of his blood and she reluctantly accepted as Maricul got back up from the wall, picking up her scythe and looking towards the freak that now towered over her.

“Jeeves? You named him Jeeves?”

Jeeves continued to stare down Mari with that dumb expression as the other freaks chanted his name and called for more blood.

“Just keep walking.”

Jeeves said nothing. He stood his ground and waited.

“Your funeral then.”

Maricul charged Jeeves and swung her scythe, at the last second the dumb expression turned into one of pure rage as he stopped the scythe's blade with his mouth and bit down hard, shattering the blade to pieces and eating the shards of metal with no difficulty as Mari stood there in shock before being punched right back into the wall.

“Kick her ass, Jeeves!”

Mari stood up and ran at him again. This time her arms exploding in a flash of light as they moved quickly about his body, hitting him harder and harder with each strike still powered by the blood of Stryker. But Jeeves absorbed the blows and stood there unmoved like a brick wall, in fact the punches from Mari did more damage to her own hands then they did to the vampire's body as he knocked her back into the wall with a open palm.

“Goddammit just stop it!”

Mari stood up again but this time used her agility to get behind Jeeves, but Jeeves was one step ahead. He lifted her up high above his head with both of his hands and then dropped her, lifting up his knee and colliding it into Maricul's face before she bounced through the air after impact and crashed into the ground. Coughing up blood before getting to one knee. She came up with an upper-cut but Jeeves grabbed the arm and Irish Whipped her, pulling her back at the last second and nailing her with a vicious clothesline that caused her whole body to spin around from the impact behind the blow. She managed to get on her feet however and brought out her black book calling upon her shields of pages, but to her amazement Jeeves managed to break right through the shield with his bare hands and nothing but pure strength behind him. A feat that even Seras' 13.7mm and shadows had difficulty doing in their last fight and here he was doing it in his dormant form as the pentagram on the back of his right hand kept him from using all of his power on Maricul. He tied his arms around Maricul's body and lifted her up into a Bear Hug. Threatening to crush her entire body right between his arms.

“Jeeves, no!”

Jeeves roared and threw Mari overhead with a Belly to Belly Suplex slamming her into the ground. His arm lifting up above his head and smashing into her. Sending her deeper into the dungeons floor shattering it beneath her body as he brought his arms together, lifted them up and brought them down threatening to end Maricul's existence until all of a sudden___

[sebastian]

It was late afternoon, and he was just coming down from a routine inspection of the upper floors. There had been some cobwebs up there; plenty spiderwebs as well. He'd found an immense satisfaction in clearing those webs, and slowly killing each every spider he found. He was rather upset that the vile creatures had already settled in the less populated zones of the mansion, due to it being in existence for only a month now. But it only made him more determined to keep the place arachnid-free. It was a rather cruel amusement on his part; but who could blame him? He'd had bad experience with the spider Faustian Demon, so it was only natural for him to satisfy the sadistic traits that came with being a demon. Ever spider he'd held firmly between his forefinger and thumb, smiling in amusement as the tiny thing tried in vain to bite him. Those tiny incisors, venomous or not, didn't so much as pierce the smooth skin.

The puny things were no more than insects to him. Then he'd proceeded to remove each leg of the vile things, one at a time; and moving on to poke dressing pins into each eye, gouging them out. This unnatural control over exactly how much energy he exerted into all motions allowed him to make his methods clean; there were no mistaken stabs into the bodies of the spiders, no matter how small. The spiders who were stabbed had simply reached the end of possibly entertainment for the butler; being little more than a head and body wriggling on the floor. Of course, he made sure to clear up all of his minor mess, it wouldn't be proper for someone to come up here and find spider bits everywhere. Before he had left the upper floors, he had restored their spotless states and reorganized a bit as well. People would be able to actually reside up there now. It might have been comical to see the demon butler hanging around on the upper floors, but the savage pleasure etched into every inch of his body stance would likely have dissuaded laughter. It was good that for the time being, these floors were deserted.

Sebastian made his way down the stairs; having released his pent up hate for the time being, he radiated that eerie calm as usual. He planned on returning to Integra's office, to make sure there was nothing for him to do for her at the moment. But just as he was about to walk into the room; his demon enhanced hearing picked up the muffled sounds of battle. The very walls of the mansion seemed to be vibrating with the action that came from its underground floors, but it was most likely his overall sensitivity to any sort of action. If he was the only one aware of a conflict going on in the dungeons, then it wouldn't be surprising. He took his time going down the stairs to the main lobby level, then turning toward the doorway with led to the spiraling stone stairwell which led underground. The door itself was highly polished, just like every other inch of the mansion. But the moment one opened the door; they would see nothing but the cold grey walls, and immediately feel a chill air coming up from below. The light in this stairwell consisted of torches, which he replaced as they burned low every evening when he brought food to the dungeons. There was dirt everywhere here; it was the only place where rats and bats were allowed to reside. It had gone against his own wishes to leave the dungeons in their derelict state; but there had been no reason to make this place below luxurious. It was, after all, a prison.

“Now, now, Stryker. We're all on the same side here. Besides I don't think Master Integra or the demon butler would appreciate another mess after what this girl did to the sector last night.”

As he descended, he distinctly heard those muffled words; and he recognized the voice. What the devil were they doing down there? He pulled the white gloves off his hands and tucked them into a pocket, not interested in making them filthy. He placed his hands on the stone handrails which were covered in mildew; the Faustian symbol upon his left hand acted as it's own light, though he certainly didn't need it. There was no reason to hide such a thing below ground. Most everyone below would have no idea what it really was, neither did they care. With ill-disguised grace, he swung himself over the rail of the spiral staircase and descended through the black hole at the center of the space. There was no need to walk all the way down using stairs. His tuxedo shoes made a solid click as he landed in a crouch, the sound echoed through the antechamber of the dungeons, before standing up again. As he proceeded to the doorway, he took a moment to straighten his tie as he sighed in resignation. Why couldn't they behave down here? The few which were allowed to roam in the mansion were either on orders from Integra herself; or had proven themselves worthy of the honor.

Sebastian pushed the door into the main dungeon open as a rather unwelcome sound came to him. Was that cracking rock? He felt a flash of irritation as the crimson eyes flickered to pink for a moment before reverting to red. They couldn't even keep the rocks intact here? How disappointing... The demon stepped into the chamber, bringing with him an air of power and demonic aura as his gaze zeroed in on the conflict before him. Within half a second, he understood exactly what was going on. Then in 100th of a second, he'd flashed into motion toward the giant freak who was about to smash Maricul into another censored pile for him to clean up. Within that second; he'd scooped Maricul into his arms, carrying her with one arm supporting her back while the other was stationed under the crook of her knees. He streaked past beneath Jeeve's blow, coming out from under the attack without having so much as brushed against the massive incoming arms. As the crash sounded from the rock where Jeeve's blow hit, the butler placed Maricul back on her feet; before stepping forward again. "That's quite enough of that..." He said softly, malice tinged in the cold voice. "You are correct, Camp... I'm in no mood to clean up yet another mess... Particularly caused by a pointless squabble for dominance. Really... Disturbing the entire mansion with your clashes strikes me as quite inconsiderate. You wouldn't want Sir Integra to come down here herself."

Had it been Integra down here, they would likely have heard much more than his minor rebuke. They would probably have fallen victim to some thrashing as well. But of course... Him being the nice-guy that he was; he had no intention of spilling blood. He wasn't even going to threaten them, unless they really tried his patience. That broken stone floor was the focus of his concern anyway. He would not repair it, though it would bother him for quite some time. It added to the overall negative sense that should have come from a dungeon. At least Maricul hadn't been caught in that final attack; or else he would have been forced to scrap her off the floor with a spatula. The thought wasn't too appealing; but a dead vampire in the dungeon would be something he had to clean up. The rotting corpse would taint the air within the mansion itself. "For your own sake; I'd suggest you save your killing each other for when you are above ground; and not in a place where Sir Integra will be disturbed. And not in a place where I'll have to scrape up your remains once she's through with you." He exaggerating, really. He of all people knew that every one of her freaks were important to the master; each one had his or her uses. That was why he'd just brought Maricul out of harm's way. The eyes shifted from one freak to another, disapproval flowing off him in waves; not really expecting an answer. Mostly, he was just waiting for Maricul to recover; and then start insisting that his aid had been unneeded or something of the like which displayed her pride.

[Ayen]

"That's quite enough of that... You are correct, Camp... I'm in no mood to clean up yet another mess... Particularly caused by a pointless squabble for dominance. Really... Disturbing the entire mansion with your clashes strikes me as quite inconsiderate. You wouldn't want Sir Integra to come down here herself. For your own sake; I'd suggest you save your killing each other for when you are above ground; and not in a place where Sir Integra will be disturbed. And not in a place where I'll have to scrape up your remains once she's through with you."

“I'm not afraid of that bitch. Bring her on.”

“Are you forgetting who's mark you're wearing? She wouldn't have to lift a finger against you.”

Mari watched the two bicker, what little left of her pride was broken thanks to having to be saved in this fight by someone she would have easily defeated if it weren't for these damn seals holding her back. At least that was the excuse she was going to use for later. Jeeves moved to Stryker's side and the dumb expression on his face returned as she looked over to Sebastian.

“Is every freak down here like this?”

As soon as she said that she noticed another person sitting down near the entrance of the room. A blond with blue eyes a pair of glasses over them and dressed in a black suit was cleaning a large sniper rifle with a wash cloth until it was so clean it sparkled in the little light available in the dungeons. And if one looked closely they could see their own reflection. The woman herself didn't appear to be affected by the fight from earlier or disturbed by it.

“Never mind.”

“We'll have all of this cleaned up soon, Sebastian. Don't worry.”

“Damn, Camp, what happened to you? We may have to follow their orders but we don't have to be their bitches too.”

[sebastian]

Stryker was only digging her hole deeper with every word. She had every right to insult the master who held her under an iron fist, so he wasn't going to politely request that she watch her tongue. But the way she spoke such things... That was what really bothered him, not the rudeness with which the freak addressed Integra. Did she honestly think she could take her on? What a fool... At least Camp seemed to be in the right mind. Sebastian tilted his head slightly in curiosity as he listened to the argument. When Maricul asked her question, he turned his full attention to her. But before he could respond, she'd already taken back her statement; and his own gaze followed hers to rest briefly on the Freak with her firearm. But he had little interest in her for now. She wasn't the one causing trouble. Camp spoke again, and his disapproving glare softened ever so slightly.

"Clean or unclean, it is up to you all who reside here whether you live in a trash heap or a proper environment. However..." He inclined his head slightly to Camp. "I will be speaking with Sir Integra later today about granting you clearance to roam above ground. So you will likely not have to worry about remaining down here too much longer. You at least have the sense to not start such pointless fights, and you have kept a relatively clean conscience during your residence here." He turned his gaze to Stryker then; a wicked smile curling the corners of his smirk. "You, on the other hand... You may want to reconsider what your definition of 'being our bitches' is. And if you keep up that attitude, I'm afraid you will find yourself in a rather unpleasant position... Just a fair warning, Stryker, not a threat." He had no control over what Integra would do if the Freak kept going down this path, so it was indeed mere warning.

[Stranger]

"On the contrary, you'll be my 'bitch' if I say so," Integra had descended the stairs and stepped into the room. She had a cigar in her hand and blew smoke out with each of her words, "After all, it is by my hand that I didn't have you massacred. I figured you could be of use to me in the long run, however, with a mouth like that you wont last more than a minute against my top echelon."

Integra was as calm as she could ever be, her stern gaze intimidated many of the other freaks in the dungeon who scattered just at the sound of her voice. Very few in these halls and rooms understood the true power behind Integras hands, many of them had been dealt with in a controlled environment against the regenerators or backed into a corner against a team of Wild Geese. Very few here, included Maricul, understood how powerful her top level of warriors were.

Integra smiled and bit down on her cigar, "Now then. Shut up you silly little girl, I can hear you yelling from my office. If you're so keen on disturbing the peace of the mansion I will bring one of my agents down here to personally handle you."

[Ayen]

"Clean or unclean, it is up to you all who reside here whether you live in a trash heap or a proper environment. However... I will be speaking with Sir Integra later today about granting you clearance to roam above ground. So you will likely not have to worry about remaining down here too much longer. You at least have the sense to not start such pointless fights, and you have kept a relatively clean conscience during your residence here."

“Thanks Sebastian, I appreciate it. I've been down here so long I almost forgotten what it's felt like to have fresh air in my face.”

"You, on the other hand... You may want to reconsider what your definition of 'being our bitches' is. And if you keep up that attitude, I'm afraid you will find yourself in a rather unpleasant position... Just a fair warning, Stryker, not a threat."

“Like I said, bring her on. I'm nobody's bitch. Especially not one who uses other people to do her dirty work for her.”

"On the contrary, you'll be my 'bitch' if I say so."

The moment Integra's voice echoed across the walls Camp and the blond cleaning stood at attention. Jeeves whimpered and fled back into the shadows to hide from Integra while Maricul crouched down to one knee and bowed her head. Stryker only stood there in defiance.

"After all, it is by my hand that I didn't have you massacred. I figured you could be of use to me in the long run, however, with a mouth like that you wont last more than a minute against my top echelon. Now then. Shut up you silly little girl, I can hear you yelling from my office. If you're so keen on disturbing the peace of the mansion I will bring one of my agents down here to personally handle you."

Stryker spat in Integra's face. Everyone else looked on in sheer terror at what the woman did as she looked down on the woman that had her locked away.

“Send them down then. You're going to need them if you're going to come down here and expect anything from me.”

Silly little girl, thought Maricul as she remained crouched with her head down until Integra gave her permission to stand.

[sebastian]

The malicious smile upon his face only grew more pronounced as Stryker continued talking. What a fool... And of course... Integra herself chose to show up then. Sebastian watching amusement as the freaks ran for cover, Jeeves in the lead. Camp and Sharpshooter did what was proper, and he added that to the mental list he was comprising for evidence when discussing their clearance later; and Maricul had knelt to the ground, as one of her status should have. He himself shifted into his own attention stance; then bowed at the waist until his upper body was parallel to the floor. "Forgive me, my lord... It seems I didn't come down here soon enough to make their disturbance unnoticed on your part." The butler straightened up, and walked over to stand at Integra's shoulder with his hands clasped behind his back. And then... Stryker made her worse mistake yet...

There was no sign of movement, he moved that fast as he withdrew a handkerchief from a pocket and it appeared before Integra. The saliva didn't get within half a foot away from the master's face; as it was caught by the silky white fabric. Sebastian was dumbfounded. He couldn't believe the Freak had dared do such a thing... And now... The girl had really brought hell down upon herself. The entire dungeon grew much darker quite suddenly, as the demonic aura began to saturate the air. The only bright lights amidst the dim room were that purple glow which was being emitted by the symbol upon his left hand, and the red butt end of Integra's cigar. The crimson gaze flickered to pink once more, and this time the color remained as the slit pupils zeroed in on the freak; sadistic and heartless. For once, he was at a loss for words. The butler stood stiffly next to Integra, partially in front of her as he waited to hear whatever she ordered next. Perhaps she'd set all these freaks upon Stryker... Or maybe she'd have Maricul prove herself by killing Stryker... He wasn't sure what she'd do next, but he had a feeling it would be a fine sight.

[Stranger]

"Stand down Sebastian. I will not waste your time with such a weak and insignificant. No, that duty is to be handed to the king of freaks himself," Integra smiled, "It has been fifteen years, but he has returned."

There was a pause between her words. She'd let it sink in a bit to some of the freaks that had originally been with her before the shift into the realms she noticed a very stale silence between some of the original freaks compared to the questioning looks of the newer ones that she had captured.

"Alucard," was the very brief thing she said. It was nearly a whisper but loud enough for those close to her to understand exactly what she said, "You may want to move," she said looking down at Maricul.

[Ayen]

Mari lifted her head up as Integra spoke. The looks from the freaks that have been in this mansion longer didn't go unnoticed and while she didn't recognize the name she remembered what Seras said about her creator having left her life fifteen years ago and now the reaction among the freaks all made sense. Jeeves were still in the shadow and Camp was already backing up as Stryker stood her ground. Mari herself stood up and backed away along with Camp as her eyes observed the room and awaited the arrival of the man who was Integra's universe counterpart of the monster that sired her into the night.

[sebastian]

The normal lighting, though still dim, returned as he stepped back with a bow of his head to Integra. "Yes, my lord..." He murmured, as the eyes flickered back to their usual red. Really, it wouldn't have been a waste of time on his part at all. To be honest, he would have enjoyed tearing Stryker apart. But now that she had mentioned Alucard, the atmosphere of the dungeon changed noticeably. While the freaks here seemed to mostly fear Alucard, he was actually quite excited by the prospect of finally seeing the man for himself. He knew a good deal about Alucard from his connection with Integra, but that only increased the fascination he held toward the man. Sebastian watched as Mari and Camp backed up, and he took up a sentry-like station at Integra's right shoulder with his hands clasped behind his back.

[Der-Sprecher-des-Wahnsinns]

The farthest dungeon room had always been locked for the same reason it had been locked nearly twenty years ago. As his name was said there was a roar of laughter from every corner of the dungeon causing many of the freaks there to begin to cower. Though Sebastian had caused the lights to dim they began to flicker as well as the dark fog began to creep from under the crack of the door.

There was a loud thud at the door first before another then it was followed by something slamming into the door which splintered off its hinges the seven locks uselessly sliding across the floor on one board of the door. It was very dark in the room but foot steps could be heard louder and louder until he stepped into the opening.



Once he appeared in the opening he suddenly disappeared before every ones eyes. They would have to look at Integra's feet to find him on his knee bowing his head to her, "It has been a long time my master...... If I say so myself. you have aged like fine wine."

[Stranger]

It was just like Alucard to begin with theatrics. That was one thing she enjoyed about his entrances. Though they were pointless they typically spread fear to many of his targets while he would appear and do something completely opposite of murdering everyone in the room by kissing the boot of his master. Integra placed her hand on the back of his head.

"It has been too long," she said running it down the side of his face before lifting his head up to look at her. She took her hand back and into her pocket where she pulled one of her small utility knives out and cut the tip of her finger before dripping the blood in his mouth, "I need you up to speed if you're going to return to my services."

She withdrew her finger before looking at Stryker, "There is a freak in my service who has quite the mouth on her. Correct it for me Alucard, that is your first order. Do not kill her though, I would like to continue using her services, even if she has broken legs."

[Ayen]

The blond at the other end of the dungeons near the main entrance grabbed her sniper rifle and then headed to quickly ascend up the dungeons steps while Stryker looked at Alucard with a “what the hell?” expression on her face and a cocked eyebrow. It wouldn't be long until the blond freak was escorted back down to the dungeons by a couple of members of the Wild Geese on guard duty. When they saw Alucard knelt down before Sir Integra they practically jumped out of their own skin in excitement as they were glad to see the old trump card return to Hellsing. This allowed the blond with OCD to attempt another escape only to be dragged back down and shoved into a corner as the Wild Geese stood by the entrance to watch the events unfold.

"It has been a long time my master...... If I say so myself. you have aged like fine wine."

"It has been too long. I need you up to speed if you're going to return to my services. There is a freak in my service who has quite the mouth on her. Correct it for me Alucard, that is your first order. Do not kill her though, I would like to continue using her services, even if she has broken legs."

“The only thing that's going to be broken around here is your plaything.”

Stryker cracked her neck and her knuckles as she stepped out and readied herself for Alucard.

“Get up! You're embarrassing yourself down there.”

[sebastian]

The laughter which sounded made him tilt his head ever so slightly so as to get a better look at the door which was at his back. The light show was enough to alert him to someone who liked putting on a show upon entrance. But he hadn't expected the door to be torn clean off its hinges. His relaxed stance stiffened, and he ended up releasing a sigh by means of venting his frustration. Really... Was breaking the door necessary? Yet another task had just been added to his mental list of things to do before sun down. He turned his gaze to look down upon the vampire now leaning before Integra, feeling a surge if approval at the way he knelt that drove away his irritation with the door.

Sebastian took little notice of the brief exchange, his gaze traveling back to the door where that blond girl was attempting escape. Had the Wild Geese members not brought her back, he would have gone to retrieve her himself. Once she was safely in the corner, her turned his attention back to the scene before him. Integra's order to Alucard came as no surprise to him. Of course she wouldn't want to lose a perfectly good slave like that. But then, the scent of Integra's blood reached his sensitive nose. In an instant, a hunger began to run through him; incited by the scent. No... He wasn't a vampire, blood alone didn't carry a human's soul. The soul was, quite literally, an orb of light which was situated directly behind the sternum; neither liquid nor gas nor solid. They were normally a shade of blue, though souls with a more cruel mindset tended to be darker than those with goodness. Through blood, he could get a taste, a scent, of the soul... Much as blood could send vampires into a frenzy, it could do the same for demons; but for a different purpose. And Integra's being was now more desirable than ever. For the slightest moment, the eyes flickered between pink and crimson; before settling once more upon the red hue as he calmed himself.

No... He had his contract, and breaking it was something he'd never do. He would get her soul in the end, and he would wait as long as he had to. Whatever longing he sheltered for his meal would soon be forgotten once more, as he sank back into the mindset of the eerie calm which normally flowed from him. Then Stryker's words brought him out of the dazed sense, and he refocused on the matter at hand. There was a look upon his face that suggested amusement, a savage pleasure in what he was about to witness, but also pity. The freak was making her situation worse, and now there was no escape.

[Der-Sprecher-des-Wahnsinns]

Alucard practically ignored Stryker. He bowed his head back to his master, "Of course master." He began to rise to his feet. Before long Alucard was at his full height, he didn't turn his body he just appeared facing her. He began walking toward her and sizing her up, before long his sharp toothed grin came into full expression. It would be her move to start things off.

"You are an amusing little freak. It may be in everyones best interest to avoid you down here, but now you're in my domain. I will mentally break you to the point of no return."

It was her move after all, she was so eager to step up and run her mouth she should be eager to back it up. If not then Alucard didn't have to do much here except stand there and taunt and belittle her in front of all the other freaks in the room.