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Log: Complete
When: March 4, evening
Rating: Everyone
Characters: The Captain [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wolfsmercy], Major [warconductor], Alucard [thekingofpain], Girlycard [tinyvampiregod], Integral [steeldame], Vladislaus Dracula [rekindled_heart], Schrödinger [cutecatenvoy], Red [smiledlikeknife], Seras [draculinaseras] and Vlad Dracula [sinfulpride]
Summary: Dracula is not amused by the abrupt rerouting of his journey to England.
Log:
When the Demeter came to rest at Whitby, there was not a living soul above or below deck. Dracula had seen to that detail with ruthless efficiency. No one would know how he had come into England. No one would know that the men who had brought him had seen a monster. Perhaps, in another era, the living would have believed the fantastic tale woven in the ship's log, but the world was changing, and England's officials were inclined to approach mysteries in a pragmatic and scientific fashion. They were fools ... but their foolishness suited his endeavors.
Still, there was one more difficulty to overcome before he entered England. All members of the ship's crew had been accounted for in the log. No passengers had been listed. A survivor in the form of a man would be remarked upon and detained, but Dracula had no intention of coming ashore on two legs. Unhindered by the violence of the ship's final drive to shore, he moved above deck. He had taken the form of a large, black wolf. In the chaos of the storm, he would easily be mistaken for a dumb brute if he was seen.
The Demeter shuddered as she ran aground. Dracula leapt from the bow. His claws found purchase in the slick sand, but he skidded to a halt not two strides onto the beach and spun around.
There was no wrecked ship in his wake. The sea was calm, free of fog and gale and frothing waves. Dracula ground his teeth together in consternation as he slowly swung about. Everything was different. There was no village, no cliff, no churchyard. It was as though, in the instant he had left the deck of the Demeter, the world he had meant to enter had been swept away and replaced by another.
Rating: Everyone
Characters: The Captain [
wolfsmercy], Major [warconductor], Alucard [thekingofpain], Girlycard [tinyvampiregod], Integral [steeldame], Vladislaus Dracula [rekindled_heart], Schrödinger [cutecatenvoy], Red [smiledlikeknife], Seras [draculinaseras] and Vlad Dracula [sinfulpride]Summary: Dracula is not amused by the abrupt rerouting of his journey to England.
Log:
When the Demeter came to rest at Whitby, there was not a living soul above or below deck. Dracula had seen to that detail with ruthless efficiency. No one would know how he had come into England. No one would know that the men who had brought him had seen a monster. Perhaps, in another era, the living would have believed the fantastic tale woven in the ship's log, but the world was changing, and England's officials were inclined to approach mysteries in a pragmatic and scientific fashion. They were fools ... but their foolishness suited his endeavors.
Still, there was one more difficulty to overcome before he entered England. All members of the ship's crew had been accounted for in the log. No passengers had been listed. A survivor in the form of a man would be remarked upon and detained, but Dracula had no intention of coming ashore on two legs. Unhindered by the violence of the ship's final drive to shore, he moved above deck. He had taken the form of a large, black wolf. In the chaos of the storm, he would easily be mistaken for a dumb brute if he was seen.
The Demeter shuddered as she ran aground. Dracula leapt from the bow. His claws found purchase in the slick sand, but he skidded to a halt not two strides onto the beach and spun around.
There was no wrecked ship in his wake. The sea was calm, free of fog and gale and frothing waves. Dracula ground his teeth together in consternation as he slowly swung about. Everything was different. There was no village, no cliff, no churchyard. It was as though, in the instant he had left the deck of the Demeter, the world he had meant to enter had been swept away and replaced by another.
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"Are you so interested in your counterparts?"
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...A son...a son. He--well, not he, but a version of himself, so in all technicality, HE--had a son.
Vladislaus listened mechanically to Alucard, the idea that something of his blood had lived was far too overwhelming...
"...a son.."
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"Yes, a son," Integral reaffirmed. "I didn't believe it first. In my years, I have never heard of such case possible. But if we are involved, I suppose there is nothing we couldn't do."
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She blinked at the long haired man who was in the company of Sir Integra and Her master. "You called?"
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Her back was particulary grateful.
"Seras Victoria," Integral greeted. "Help me with this vampire. We must take him to our flat."
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His thoughts were interrupted by the call of a woman's voice. He lifted his eyes to see...a ravishing young creature. Then heard her name,
Blast.
It would figure the girl would be Alucard's fledgling...No matter. He nodded to her lightly.
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She did not wish to have yet another force who would take women to impregnate them because of her fault. There was that Sandalphon angel already.
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"As for your question...the joy of parenting?" He smirked, tilting his head her way.
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She politely nodded back to the gentleman, unsure of what to make of his strange gaze.
"What's all this about children?" she asked.
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He glanced at Seras, smiling kindly. "Seems you've caught a bad end of a conversation, lady Victoria..." Then he looked to Alucard.
Domestic drama? How absurd.
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As soon Dracula was out her arms, Integral fished a cigar out her coat and lit it. "Has Captain Bernadotte arrived to the flats yet?"
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