On-effing-going

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When; Sunday
Rating; NC-17
Characters; Alucard thekingofpain, Integral steeldame and D favoredson and Seras draculinaseras and Doris hunterborn.
Summary; When you were stupid curse day.
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He did not remember this strange land- how he came to be here. Perhaps the Demeter and floundered in her course and set him adrift in Not-England. Steepling his fingers, chin resting upon them, he thought for a moment.

All around, the city was alive. He could feel heartbeats, the pulse of blood in veins. The din of voices, machinery and life flowed through his being. It was so different than the silent repose of his native soil. So different.

And he hungered for all of it. To hold the pulse of life between his aching jaws, to lave worship across it, for life to consume him until the anger, rage and destructive urges were soothed away.

Eyes opened and a half smile curled his lips, he hungered.

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[favored-son.livejournal.com]

There was another in the apartment who felt the same drive, but more fully, to the exclusion of all other awareness. D's claws tore through the thick book in his hands as his fingers tightened around it. He tossed it away and rose. He could sense the other, whose blood was not as ancient as his own but overwhelmingly more powerful. A small part of his mind gave identity to the other: Father. With the name came memories of pain, fury, and confinement.

D's eyes narrowed. He would have to destroy his father if he wished to feed.

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Two very strong presences draw his attention. One human, a female. Eyes drift close and the tip of his tongue plays over the length and girth of one canine. A female.

Eyes open, then narrow at the other presence. A .. half vampire? Of his own blood.

Upper lip curling to a sneer, Dracula moves through the unfamiliar apartment towards the source of that particular life.

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His son does the same, bare feet silent against the floor, the trousers and shirt he wears not even whispering against his skin. The human lives are of less consequence than Father's. Father's life is power. Father's blood calls to his own. Pale lips draw back from lengthened canines in anticipation. D's madness and hunger seep into the connection that he and the vampire share, his intentions--such as they are--open and unadorned with lies.

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As are Dracula's. This encroachment upon his territory, this usurper will not go unpunished. Such a lie! Children. Sons. His were long since dead and any masquerade as such would be torn asunder in the wake of teeth and claws.

Drawing himself up, he confronts with glowing, blood tinged eyes, lips curled up in a sneer.

[favored-son.livejournal.com]

A snarl answers the vampire's threat. Eyes equally as red lock with Dracula's in challenge.

Father, D's instincts say, and, Kill him.

The dhampir lunges for his adversary's throat.

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Dracula arches a brow and attempts to sidestep, amused if the other vampire's momentum carries him past Dracula, but prepared to defend himself if otherwise.

"What will you have, imposter."

[favored-son.livejournal.com]

D's reflexes are better than that. He turns to keep Dracula in his sight. One word--"imposter"-- reaches through the haze. The dhampir glares at his father, understanding only that there is a question of identity, not how to deal with it.

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Upper lip curling, he sneers, "No defense? No pitiful pleas? Excellent."

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Another growl in response to the words, this time one of frustration. Father is always ahead of him, always stronger. Father always makes the rules. Why should he let him? Why should he let this Father, whom D senses has not even seen a thousand years.

[steeldame.livejournal.com]

Integra was blissfully unaware what dark designs her servant and her son were scheming. Instead, she was locked in her office, looking for clues to speed the investigation regarding the Doris' attacker. His identity was a well kept mystery. But the City wasn't too big.

He would make a mistake and when this happen, she would be there to bring reckoning on his filthy existence.

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The vampire seeks her out, his son in tow, moving through the unfamiliar surroundings. Her blood resonates inside of him, resonates inside of his son. Perhaps the mother? But he should remember, should he not?

Swiftly, he opens the door, the last obstacle keeping him from her.

[favored-son.livejournal.com]

D follows because his father has given him no other choice. If he attempts to leave and hunt on his own, he expects to be forced to submit again. He stands at Dracula's shoulder, his hunger feeding the dark aura so recently suppressed. The blood beyond the door is known to him.

Mother.

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When the door opens, Integra looks up idly, glancing over the screen of her laptop to see the two men. The lighting of the room reflected on the surface of her glasses concealed her eyes and her cigar was put aside, leaving it to consume by itself over the astray.

"You should have knocked first, Alucard. Nevertheless, I am honestly surprised you are employing a door."

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He tilts his head at her voice, "Alucard? A pet name, my dear? No. Call me Vlad. Dracula if nothing else."

Moves easily into the room, towards her side, fingers sliding across her cheek and into her hair.

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His son stops just inside the door, barring the exit, and watches. What his mother must think of the bloodied clothes and his matching eyes never enters his thoughts.

[steeldame.livejournal.com]

Integral doesn't know what he's playing at, but doesn't like it. She moves her head away from his touch and picks up her cigar, stuffing it into her mouth. Biting it down, the knight observes their appearance, grimacing at the sight of blood.

"What did you do?!" she demanded, before turning to speak to D. "Are you all right, Dante?"

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"That, my lady," Dracula replied, nodding at Dante, "Is our son. And yet I do not know you." He murmurs, leaning against her, nose nuzzling at her ear, "But I would like to."

[hunterborn.livejournal.com]

She gasped as hunger swept through her and she doubled over, hitting the floor hard.

Why--why was this happening? Where was she?

She was in the flat...? Hadn't she been outdoors before...

She let out a strangled cry, one arm holding her stomach, the other fisting against the floor. Her throat felt so parched... so thirsty.

And the vision of D's face melting into his flashed behind her eyes and everything became clear.

She made a whining sound as she realized exactly what the thirst was before gasping as another hunger pang shot through her.

[draculinaseras.livejournal.com]

The hand gun was near assembled when Seras lifted her head to see Doris laying across the rug. Without bothering to clean her fingers of the gun cleaning agent, the police girl left the fragments on the table rushed to her friend's side.

"Doris! Doris, what's wrong?" Panic swept over her as she grasped Doris' shoulders.

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She vaguely heard Seras voice through the buzz of her own mind. He had turned her. The bastard had turned her...

"Goddamn it," she bit out, before hissing sharply as hands came on her shoulders. Without thinking--one arm shot out around her and grasped Seras' wrist, tight enough to break bones in a human. She turned, fangs bared and fully extended and eyes wild.

But when she saw Seras' face it was enough to snap her back to reality. She let go instantly, scooting away, mumbling apologies, her eyes still slightly wild.

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Seras cried out in surprise more than pain, and it did hurt. She did her best to shake it off, after all, it wouldn't ache for long.

"What's happened?" She asked, kneeling on the carpet.

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The urge to lunge at her was still there. But she was able to hold to her sanity enough not to.

At least until the smell of blood from somewhere in the flat reached her. Her head whipped around to the doorway, her lips curling away from her teeth again, the urge to bolt and find the source of the blood taking over the static in her mind.

[draculinaseras.livejournal.com]

Urgency kept her movements fast. Seras stood quickly and placed herself between Doris and the door. The coppery, warm scent struck her nose. Blood.

"You ate today, how can you be so-?" Seras fought to keep her thoughts clear. They had eaten, together. This was not good, whatever the case was.

"Please. Hold a moment and calm down." For both of their sakes.

[hunterborn.livejournal.com]

The words that Seras was saying passed over her completely, but the familiar tone grounded her enough to keep from hunting down the flow of blood. She balled herself up as another pang swept through her. She clenched both her eyes and jaw, trying to fight through the maddening thirst before hissing through her teeth.

"Serassss...," she gasped. There was a loud noise (http://community.livejournal.com/tampered/595263.html?thread=8914495#t8914495) from somewhere else in the flat and the scent of blood grew stronger. "Gah," she gasped, fisting her hands enough to slice open her palms. "Help me... please... before I..." She cut herself off, needing to concentrate in order to not react to what her body was screaming for.

[draculinaseras.livejournal.com]

Blood. She needed blood. Whether or not Doris was full, she needed blood. Now. Seras glanced the room over once. Ah ha! In three strides she dashed to the table and grabbed the ice bucket, one half finished packet of blood lay waiting.

Seras held it out, not wanting to provoke a lunge one way or another. Would this tide her over?