As I was flying at max speed. Hitting the damned window, how many times have I told him to keep this window open? I questioned myself as the window opened. "Over the 18 years I have been your familiar, how many times have I said to keep the window open?" I asked him shrugged defensive.
"I did not do it?" He said, trying to defend himself. As then he pulls out a dagger and cuts deep into his arm. His crimson red blood flows into a bowl. Hearing someone lick their lips.
"Cha Cha!" See yells at the top of her lungs impacting Charles back. Despite being half his size she was a full 1,639 years old. She glares at me with hatred in her eyes. Marionette the second youngest, the youngest being Charles himself.
"Jealous." I said under my breath as Charles leaves to go get a shower.
"You're lucky I can't strangle the life out of you." She said darkly. The only times she acts cute is when around Charles the second he leaves at bets are off.
"That is not the way to treat one of your progenitors. As well as your aunt, young lady." I said to her, She shakes her head with a cruel smile on her face.
"Former Progenitor." She said, stressing the first word as if it was a sword.
"Hey Mari, can you get out of my room?" Charles said with a towel. His well toned body. "Also Vivi can you wake up the other two." He said as he pushed out both of us. As Marionette was not planning on leaving.
"Transfer." As I connect to one of my two other familiars.
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As the eyes of my bat in William Godfrey's room opened. I started by hitting his head repeatedly. He swatted at me dodging quickly. He quickly got up and out of his room. "Transfer." As I connected back to my real body I got a flood of memories.
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Sitting on Charles shoulder. Biting down on his neck drinking as much blood as possible. "Damn I know you're a useful familiar but damn you need a lot of blood." He whined as one of the strongest beings of the Chaos realm. I need a lot of blood. Also he supplied me with a lot of Chaos Energy unlike his father that basically starved me compared to this. Well he did not starve me but he was not this generous with his Chaos Energy. Looking at the paper. It was blank; only humans can even try to read the book.
"What is this about?" I asked, looking at the blank page as he slowly closed the book. It was the Ancient tome the Nercocomcon. basically useless unless you were of Von Hellsing blood as it was a thousand word book with a single thought it would tell you what you need to know as long as one of two things happened. One happened where direct sunlight or moonlight was or was hitting and two can track someone as long he knows their face and name. As well it would break your mind if a non Hellsing read the book.
"Seven children have gone missing all of them were orphan in the song orphanage that run by father, Alexander Cuttingham three of the division three, seven and nine are currently looking into it." He said it seemed as if he was looking; it was common for vampires to target orphans because they had no family to look at them. If memory serves, my brother funds several orphanages including this one.
"Hey Charles, what do you want!" Yelled a voice from the kitchen. His attention turned as he slowly turned.
"The only thing you know how to make Arthur scramble eggs." He yelled back as a pan came flying at his head and he grabbed it in mid air. As he slowly got up and slowly walked. Sitting on his shoulder. He hit him over the head with the pan. Tears flooded his eyes.
"Why would you do that?" He asked Charles who smiled as his Chaos was clearly invisible.
"Because you threw this I was just returning it. Remember what we have tonight." Charles said with a small smile. Arthur matched his smile with bloodlust coming off him like the waves of an ocean.
"How could we forget after school we get to do that if our weapons are ready?" He asked as he turned back, guiding Arthur Wheatson. As they came to the room in the room six weapons were mounted on the walls. Four of them are made of Hyper carbon, a rare steel made of almost all carbon. Two axes and an Odachi and Spear. At the far back were two named weapons, Renfeld and Jackal. Named after the subordinates that Van Hellsing killed. Reinfeld is a short made of pure Mythril with a crucifix handle guard model after his father's old sword with 'This word can have only one apex predator, there can't be two. One of them will overcome the other.' Written on the side in pure Adamantine. His father's last words. Jackal a black hand gun with the power of an artillery shell. It causes no bright flash and also causes no sound. Perfect to kill from a range it takes a specific type of ammo that Charles has made a deal with the slum lords to give them the ammunition in exchange he does their dirty work.
"Wow they're in great shape, thanks for taking great care of them." Charles pats his shoulder with a small smile on his face. The smile was because of the words of Arthur.
"It's the least I can do." His voice was calm; the one speaking was Charles. He took great care of the weapons. Many hours of his day was taken to sharpen and care for those weapons. They leave their room.
"William, we are leaving for school!" Charles yelled out. William was in the school uniform. In their school bags are a few masks today for the Hellsing festival, the death anniversary of the mighty Van Hellsing. They all walked down the twisting stairs and as they entered the maze like hallways of the manor. After 30 long minutes they made it outside. It was summer, it was the slow season. The Division is taking it easy and preparing for winter in four months. They entered the garden and it had a limbo that had tinted windows and reinforced glass and steel. As they all got in.
"Crazy to think these Forests are infested with Vampires." Willam said, looking out of the window.
"Three most common places for Vampires to hide is forest like this one, old fortress and abandoned buildings and the tunnels system." Charles said calm about this as he knew the tunnel system was like the back of his hand. The tunnels were a common use of transport of illegal items such as drugs, people and weapons across the photon barrier. The tires screamed to a stop.
"Official business of the Pendragon family." The driver said to the guards. Pendragon was one of the many rich people who lived outside of the city using their own version of photon barriers. All of the guards backed off; there were a total of twelve hunters in the second division. As they entered the slums they exited the car.
"Thank you, Damien. Make sure to bring the weapons." He gave a small node and he let out a grin.
"You're welcome. Young master." Damien the suck up vampire that he is. One of the few Nobles how to lower themselves to work with a brother's adopted child. The car left as they walked through the rundown streets. People gave them nods of joy.
"Do any of you want an apple?" An old lady asked them. Her smile was full of joy seeing all three young males. She held a basket of apples. With a smile.
"No thanks, we thank you for the offer." Charles said he had a silver tongue like no other. As then they started to walk over to the as they entered the center part of the city. The vibes changed and the streets were well kept. They were treated with indifference. They walked into the school gates and they headed off to each class. He saw a few boys taking advantage of a person with strawberry pink hair. He grabbed the boy by the scruff of his neck.
"How are you?!" The male yelled as his voice fell silent as he looked at 6 '1 muscle man Charles. He audibly gulped. Charles threw him against the lockers.
"Stop when a girl says stop it means stop am I clear?" He asked, gripping the metal that it twisted under his sheer strength. Now the boy was sweating bullets. Charles' glare was full of hate and anger.
"Y-yes-'' He was quickly cut off by a whistle. "Hand off my star student, he is our lineman." The coach said but his words died in his throat as he noticed it was Charles.
"Then keep him in line." He said as he walked over to the coach gripping his shoulder the coach was whimpering in pain.
"Did not need your help." The strawberry head person was a male but as far as Charles thought he was female because of his soft facial features.
"Sure." He said his voice was laced with sarcasm looking at the pink-haired man.
"Stop helping me." He said his voice was low. Both of them entered the room and it fell silent. The boys who were hitting on women took the clue and backed off.
"Thank god Charles is here." One of the girls said, taking a sigh. Charles was raised by three mothers so he has an undying respect for women.
"Finally those creeps knock it off." Another one said as Charles sat in the back. In the corner to the window.
"Is Nikki Rivers is one of the hottest boys in the school." The third girl said Charles at this point was toning them out.
"Yeah you think Nikki and Charles are dating?" The second girl asked, looking at the two who were sitting down next to each other.
"Why are all the hot boys taken or gay?" Third one question sounding like they whined as if they were going to cry.
"Wow they think we are dating, what a shock." Nikki said as he rolled his eyes.
"Who would not date a girl like you. Well, other than your temper." He said as Nikki let out a gasp. She punched him in the face as his eyes flicked over to the male. "You're weak." Charles said as he flicked his forehead. Making Nikki hold his head with tears in his eyes. Charles is the strongest of his class and even in his school he has no rival.
"Today's before class lesson is about the vampire classification. They go Low caliber. These ones are intelligent and weak on the grand scale of things; any Vampire stronger than this can create minions like other Vampires or Ghouls. Mid caliber have more advanced human-like intelligence and a human-like form there might be something to behold. High caliber have strong use of simple magic. The pinnacle of the non noble Vampires is the Ultra High Caliber Vampire, sometimes they are able to manifest the abilities of the Noble blood vampires." She said, catching the attention of Charles as he stuck up his hand. With a small smile.
"Teacher, what about Noble blood Vampires?" He asked as he looked happy. The teacher shook his head.
"You know Charles, that is not information I have." A small frown covered his face. He wanted to… As the bell started to ring it looked like class to start. Drowning in my thoughts they drifted to Von Hellsing. Trying to remember his face but Charles' face was the only one I could see.
"Hey what got you in such a deep thought?" He asked me as the bell rang. Quickly leaving the school followed by Willam and Arthur. They also knew where they were going. They all changed clothes Charles was wearing a plague doctor mask and black trench coat. Willam was were a Japanese mask of an Oni. Arthur was wearing a mask of a wolf from Norse mythology Fenrir.
"Merging I am as familiar as being able to merge with your left eye, boosting your power and allowing me to see what you see." Saying the first thing that came to my mind. He shrugged knowing that was not the truth but chose not to push it. As he entered the slums. The rundown house and roads were barely being held together. Two armed guards were in front of a house as he turned. One of the two pointed their gun at Charles.
"Hold it right there." He said, pointing it into Charles' face. Charles grabbed the noise of the gun and started to bend it upwards until it faced the one pointing at the guard. The older one had a small smile.
"Good to see you Hellhound boss is waiting for you." He said as he started to lead us into the house it was rundown. The paint was flaking off the wall. Boards below them creaked under the weight.
"Hello Hellhound." He said as he took a quick bow before sitting down. Then he pointed to four brief cases. "Those are your weapons, they drop them off-'' As he was cut off by Charles opening it and seeing Jackal. He shot the gun and it flew across the air, nearly hitting our employer as the wall bled. He shot it three more times. As a figure fell and then turned to smoke.
"You were followed." Charles said his voice was dead calm. The man's arms shot up in the air. He was nervous. "What type of Vampire?" He asked as he took a few steps back.
"Low Caliber." The man said quickly as Charles lifted the gun to his forehead. The man broke out in a nervous sweat.
"I will ask one more time what type." He said, looking at him. He was lying.
"Okay a Mid Caliber." He said, shaking as Charles lowered the gun. Putting in his holster. It was attached to his left leg.
"Next time you lie you're not going to leave this room." Charles said his voice was deadly calm. Picking up the other briefcase. As they went to the forest. By the time they got there it was close to dusk.
"We have to make this quick; if not we will have to sleep at the hotel." Arthur said having two Hypercarbon axes. Brother made the rules very clear. If you're not home at dusk then don't come here until sunrise.
"Willam you stay out here if anything Ghouls or Vampires kill them." Charles said as Will nodded he had Odachi and a Shangyue both not well suited for this manor with its tight hallways and huge amount of corners. Illegal vampire hunting is a crime akin to murder with 18 years at least and at worst your head being chopped off. He pulled out Reinfield, his short sword made of Mythril.
"I will go left!" Arthur said going left. As Charles turns to the right. Hearing munching sounds seeing Vampires feeding off a corpse of a little girl. Her blood pool under her. Fresh blood covered the walls. They were still eating the smell of rotting flesh. Charles shot one in the head, completely destroying the head and it popped like a water balloon. The other two ghouls started to charge. He cut off the two heads with a single swing. Then he stomped on the girl's neck. The girl's eyes glowed yellow and she had been turned into a Ghoul.
"If you can hear me then I am sorry that I was not quicker." He said as he pulled the trigger. Spraying her blood all over the floor. As several doors opened showing even more Ghouls. The first one charged. He grabbed it by the throat, lifting it up.
"Kill me…" Ghoul begged as he threw him into the crowd shooting five of them in the head. Then he rammed his sword in a Ghouls throat as he cut down, killing it. Shooting another Ghoul in the head that was lunging for him. Then he sliced another one head off kicking into the other one both of the heads seemed to burst. A few of them ran to him. He cut off the first one head. Stomping the second one head his head was crushed. He shot the third one. Shooting four more of them. The magazine dropped to the floor. He slammed his left side pulling in a new magazine.
"Sometimes I wonder how much time you spend making your guys gear?" I asked it took him seven months to make it work properly. He kicked a Ghoul in the head and blood sprayed onto the horde. He cut another one in half. A ghoul bit him but his trench coat was bite resistant. Shot that one in the head. Then he mowed down another 11 with his gun before reloading seeing the hallway empty.
"You are the Hell Hound." A voice said it was a Low caliber vampire.
"You're not the master who runs the show, where is your master?" He asked the Ghouls rotting corpses their blood spilt on the floor. The Vampire charged as Charles rolled to the side dodging his charge. But for his trouble he got his face slammed into the wall. Charles put away his Jackal and Reinfield he wanted to enjoy this. Cracking his knuckles. Punching the vampire square in its face dazing it. Then he grabbed it by the shoulder. Kneeing it in the neck. Letting go he then twisted off it arm. A bone was sticking out of its arm. Charles dodged it claws then grabbed the bone in his arm and put his foot on his shoulder and then ripped off. Then he threw his arm to the side.
"You damn bloodbag!" The vampire roared. He grabbed the punch. Then shattered the hand. Charles pulled him forward before slamming on the ground on his back.
"What, already done?" Charles asked, chuckling, he was definitely the son. Of him. The will to hurt the strong and help the weak. This caused the vampire eyes to glow a bloody red. The vampire's muscles started to swell. Its skin started to become blood red. Charles crossed his arms to block that punch. Ducting under the kick. Tripping the vampire. It fell onto its back with a loud thud.
"How could a mere bloodbag overpower me?" The Vampire howled, breaking a few of the windows. Vampire claws grew a few inches longer. Swiping at Charles he jumped back on his foot and got a small cut. It started to bleed. Charles seemed mad that he could draw blood. He pulls out Jackal. Shooting his shoulder, one of his knees and one in his neck.
"No more playing nice." He said with his eyes filled with fury.
"Why won't these heal those are not special bullets made of Chaos Energy." He said he was brought to his knees.
"Chaos Energy is not consistent covering the body there weak spots the more on the body the weaker you are compared to me. You had five." He said these spots are the slowest parts of regeneration of the Vampires. His father also had these abilities. He then held up his gun to the Low caliber head.
"Please let me live." He begged as he pulled the trigger. All of the Ghouls turned to smoke, same with the Vampire.
"I must be getting slow because Arthur killed the Mid caliber vampire. This is a major milestone." He said as I just felt like something was off as three more Low Caliber vampires. One burst through the floor, the other crashed through the window and the third turned the corner.
"Shame on you for not walking away from this." One behind me said. Charles shot hitting the one in front of him seven times. Ducting below the swipe of the second one. Kicking the third one jaw close. His leg got grabbed by the third one he twisted the arm of the vampire as he spun. Following up by kicking the arm it completely served by that kick.
"How dare you!" It screams out. Holding its bleeding arm.
"You need a hand." Charles joked, grabbing the arm and throwing it at him with a small smile on his face. Deflecting the second one punch to the ground. His hand went straight through the floor. Charles then kicked the second one in the face. Dislocating his jaw. Then Charles rips it hanging jaw off. With a small smile on his face. He threw the lower half of his jaw on the floor.
"Damn you bloodbag." The second one tried to say but it came out incoherent as his blood spilt on the floor. He was shot twice in the head. He fell over as he turned to smoke.
"One down, two more to go, which one do you want to die first?" He asked, looking at the other two.
"You!" The first one roared charging at him and he went for a bite. But Charles kneed his mouth shut and a few teeth fell to the floor. Then Charles tripped him, making him fall over. He growled as Charles unloaded the rest of his magazines into the back of his head. He starts to smoke. As the last one wildly swung Charles jumped away. The Vampire started to feast on the flesh of other Vampire.
"Thank you old friend." The Vampire said as he had a scowl on his face.
"That funny you have friends let's be honest I hate you leeches more than I hate anything else so many have suffered at your hands but you act as if you can have friends." Charles spat the people of the slums die everyday from Vampires. Willam and Arthur's whole family was killed by Vampires. He shot three bullets into his arms. As then he slowly pulled out his sword. Slicing one of the hands off of the vampire.
"You will pay!" He screams as his arm starts to bulge and then a hand pops out of his arm. His regeneration has increased because he has recently drank blood. But then he slashed a deep wound on his chest. It quickly closed. Then he cut six deep cuts, three of them in the chest. Two of them were on his necks. The last one was on his neck.
"Damn, just die." Charles said glaring. Vampire was wounded, his wounds started to close slower, and it looked like his extra blood was running out. He unloaded six bullets into his weak spots but they slowly pushed out the bullets as they raddled on to the floor. He tried to punch Charles.
"Flash Step." Charles jumped back as then he disappeared. Blocking from behind using his sword. How did he get behind us Flash Step was a common move as a Speed type in the Vampire Hunters. As the crimson faded. But a second later it had returned.
"We're once a Vampire Hunter?" Charles asked, his voice mixed with confusion at this. As the red faded from his eyes.
"Yes please tell my daughter Rachel Murat I-'' His voice was cut off by eyes turning red. "That she is a failure!" The demonic voice roared out. Charging at him. With my sword.
"Dodge." He said as a dark energy surrounded him as he was able to dodge the last moment. Punching me into the wall. My head was spinning. Charles was barely dodging the following up blow. Now Charles' breath started to quicken as his face was filled with joy. A small silvery aura clung to him.
"Let the hunt begin."