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Zatch was silent as he looked at her "is. is it right? is this right?" he asked as he held her, falling deepre into her. Soon he rolled on her "im not right about it" he said as he shook his head "who cares" he said. ((so damn short))

((hav, havet slept,.. must post later.. its 9:58 in the morn, ill post later.. must sleep.))

((Sorry its not very good. I was in a rush. sweatdrop ))
I watch Erik carefully. I know he wants me dead. "So how long has it been?" I ask him while placing my hand on my sword. He watches my hand. "Two hundred years. I'm honestly suprised you even recognize me. I've gone through great pains to change my appearance." He said. I look at him carefully. He really didn't do too much. All he did was tie his hair back in a tight ponytail and dress in modern clothing. Though last time I saw him I thought he had a beard, now he's clean shaven. I roll my eyes. Thats great pains alright. "I heard you fell in love with a human about a hundred years ago." He said. I close my eyes and look away. I felt more than saw the smile on his face. He knew he hit a painfull subject. "What ever happened to he..." "It's none of your damn buisness." I told him. He shook his head. "Don't let your anger get ahold of you, dear freind." he said. "We were never freinds. We've hated each other from the moment we met." I told him. He started walking in a circle around me. "Come now Camaris. You remember all the fun we had together." he said. My anger was starting to take hold. "You were the onbe that raped the girl. You were the one who slaughtered her family and made her watch. You were the one who engorged himself on her blood. You were the one that had the quote unquote fun." I screamed. My voice was changing, my body was changing. My eyes were turning red. "Do you really hate me that much?" he said with a chuckle. I couldn't take any more of it. I whipped out my sword and lunged at him. "I could never even remotely consider someone like you as a friend. You disgust me, Erik." I said. He let out a giggle as he blacked my blade with his own. "She told me you were gentle about a hundred years ago. The last century has changed you my freind." he said. I growl and swing at him again. "You have no idea." I muttered.

Alana watched Zatch’s worried eyes, lighting up with something similar to anger as she moved her forehead to touch his. “Zatch,” She breathed against his lips, kissing him softly, then smiling widely at him. “You can’t mess up more than you did last time.” She moved her hand to stroke his neck, and then pressed her lips to his fledging-scars and brushing it with her fangs. “Your voice is lovely when you growl…” She purred, and then pulled away a bit, back to her previous position of laying beside him, keeping her hand perfectly still against his face. “Don’t worry.” She chuckled, trying to impress her words into her own heart and mind. “We’re both too stubborn to let it go to hell again.”

To hell… is that where it had gone? Alana couldn’t remember why she had left. Something had been wrong, she knew that much. She remembered that Markus had helped her… but had she ran off because of him? No, she didn’t think so. Markus was an expert seducer of both mortal and immortal women, but he had used his charm on her before and had failed miserably. And yet… she knew that she left with him, whether or not it was for him. Did Zatch have something to do with her disappearance? She couldn’t bring herself to remember that either. So much happened while she was in England… the emotions were overwhelming to her, and so she simply didn’t remember anything about it except that which could not be forgotten. So if it wasn’t Markus, and it wasn’t Zatch… why did I leave? And why did it take returning to learn of all that had occurred?

Such questions were unimportant now, though. That was a life that had died. She wanted to forget any problems that were then, and wanted to deal with the ones that were now. Fortunately, she had not done much business since the fall of Hellsing, simply focused on survival. That said nothing of Zatch, however, and Alana knew that he couldn’t simply lie with her forever. Now was fine, but later… she would have a whole new list of problems she would have to deal with. To make her own existence known would no doubt alert Markus, who would of course seek her out again. So… discreet and helpful it was… sounded good enough to Alana. Now all she had to do was hope that Zatch didn’t have much of a life himself.

Erik blocked my attack effortlessly. I jumped back a ways and whipped a knife at him and followed it after him. He blocked the knife, but it was only meant as a distraction. He dropped his blade from his face and noticed me inches away from him. I punched out with my fist, catching him in the face. He fell backwards and landed in a sitting position, shock was on his face. "That was rather unnecesary, dont you think." he said. I lean against a tree and roll my eyes. "You really haven't changed a bit at all, have you Erik? Your in a fight for your life, you goin g to have to get used to it." I said. He looked at me and scowled. "Your a monster." he told me. I laughed at that comment. "That seems kinda odd coming from someone who is technically also a monster." I said. He growled and with surprising speed leaped at me. I grabbed the branch above me and lifted myself into the tree. He stopped and looked up at me. "I'm tired of this" he said and turned to walk away.I let out a slight chuckle and whip a knife at the back of his head. It hits and he stops walking. His hand reaches around and feels the blade stuck in his skull. He pulled out the blade and he dropped to the ground. I leap out of the tree and walk over to him. Squating down I open his eyes. He looked at me in horror. I rest the edge of my sword on the back of his neck. "I'll not have mercy on you because if our positions were reversed you wouldn't have mercy on me, nor would I ask for any. Your sire coddled you too much, Erik." I said. I grabbed a lock of his hair and stood up. Once I got him kneeling I raised my sword. "She kept you from the pain and horrors of battle and didn't realize that when forced to fight, you would die." I said. Without another word I brought my sword down and severed his head. I wiped off my sword with a peice of paper that was laying on the ground and put it in it's sheath. "Sometimes I wish she would have done the same for me." I told his body. I turned and walked in the direction of the cafe.

"That leaves three." I said out loud as I walked towards the cafe. Eight vampires wanted me dead. I've killed five of them, and I still don't know why they wanted to kill me. Not to mention I still have Rena and her balvorine army after me. I ran my fingers through my hair and took a deep breathe. It was all so confusing and frustrating. I reached the cafe. I didn't open the door right away, just stood there and thought. Seven hundred years of unlife and most of that time I've been trying to kill Rena. Sometimes I wonder if Rena planned it all. I knew she was the one that started the fire that killed my family. Did she mean for me to live? If not, why didn't she kill me instead of turn me? It was all way to confusing to try to understand. I smile a little. I exspecially miss Alexis, my sister. We were always close, even though she was five when I last saw her. Sometimes I wish she was turned also. I push it from my mind and walk into the cafe.

((im waiting for margaret to post srry))

John and Olivia come at me simultaniously. I blocked Olivia's attack, but John struck my side with his sword. Olivia backs off and John rushes me again. I block his attack, but Olivia manages to hit me in the other side. It looks like I'm going to have to get them apart. I look around but I dont' see anything that could help, save for jumping into the trees. I reach into my pocket and whip a knife at John. It soared harmlessly by his fae, but I didn't intend for it to hit him, only distract him. Only he wasn't distracted. The feign didn't even phase him. s**t. Olivia charged me, pure hatred was in her eyes. She was always like that. Thats it, thats How I'll beat her. I raised my sword to block. Her blind hatred with blunt her atacks, cloud her judgement. I jump up and engage her in closer quarters. John wont dare attack when there was risk his sister would be injured, no matter how small the risk was. She came at me with a high swing and I brought my sword up to block, angling the point down. It hit and I quickly drove the point of my sword down. Her blade slid along mine until it hit the handguard and was forced down with mine. Hatred dulled her reaction time and she wasn't able to pull her sword away in time. In truth, she probalby didn't even realize what was happening at the current moment. I felt no resistance from her weapon. She was always like that. Never able to control her rage. She never imagened it would lead to her death. The point of my sword bit into the ground and I kicked her hand, knocking hers from her grasp. As much as I hated and didn't want to do what I was about to, I had no choice. "I'm sorry.' I muttered. I quicly got behind her and lowered my blade towards her neck, severing her head. John saw it and ran towards me, but for some reason he stopped. With nothing more than a glare, he turned and ran off. I never understood why, but I wasn't about to question it. I looked down at Olivia's body before I turned and left. That leaves two more vampires, other than Rena, that want me dead. One was John, no doubt about that, but who was the other. I couldn't remeber any others that would want me dead. Who else could Rena possibly have recruted in the last seven centuries that would enjoy killing me. I stop thinking about it when I reached the park entrance and noticed a human walking in my direction. For some reason I imeiatly though of a slayer, but that didn't make sense to me, she was only a teenager. But then again, the world has slipped into choas in the last century. I decided to lean against the wall and wait for her to walk by me.