§eri@l (Vlad/ Alucard-Hellsing)

regina mea corbului (34)

48 hours later...

"Alucard! Where is my Kur sari?" Lana yelled while tapping her boot angrily.

Pouring out of the shadows, Alucard emerged with said chain weapon and the recently acquired Katana. "I had Walter make the weapons lethal to vampires now."

"Okay, hadn't thought of that my Lord and kin, "Lana smirked. "I have no idea what to call you by now..."

"Corbul mic or little raven you were once called by me as you scolded and disapproved of me from afar..." Alucard seamlessly transformed from the tortured and half mad vampire to the Impaler King of old and the one she seemed to know the best from her dreams and nightmares.

"Toate părinte (All Father) it is then, "Lana nudged him with her small shoulder. "I am one of your spying ravens in this day and age."

His pale fingers assisted in placing the last article of clothing on or as one would say is a black feathered high laced combination of jacket and collar. Her top was oxblood red with black lace over the top that taper at her waist and the flowing the matching red pants met at her waist. It looked like a dress yet was more functional as slacks.

"You look ravishing in this scumpa mea," Vlad tilted his head down to purr in her ear. "Did you get masks for this little carnival ball?"

Lana smacked his chest with a leather crafted and painted wolf mask. "Lup bătrân (old wolf) here you go."

"și tine? (And you) ..."

"So funny the Vampire King is," Lana produced a plague doctor's mask.

Vlad actually jumped back for a moment, as a long past memory caused an involuntary movement. He had been in exceptionally good health and there were pockets of plague victims in Wallachia. It was just natural for this reaction, but he still glared at her.

"And there you are Corbul mic," his head tilted, and his long flowing ebony colored hair slid off his broad shoulders to hide a portion of his face so only his hellfire colored glowed eerily. "Ready for your first trip via shadow portal?"

Lana checked weapons, the Katana forced her back high and straight while the chain weapon was wrapped snugly around her waist just the waistline as a lethal gothic belt of shorts. "Shall we Lup bătrân? That is what I will call you, an old wolf. You were always cunning for your age."

"Do you remember the address to the Chateau if something goes wrong?" Vlad inquired.

"I do but isn't Seras Victoria and the Wild Geese going to be stationed close by?" she now inquired from him.

"The speed of a vampire, even the lowly, is faster than a human and Stoica is a master vampire..."

"I have a feeling you are not telling everything on Stoica? He's older than four hundred of fifty I should think," she whispered.

"Mhm... he was an alchemist and knew how to extend the lifespan of a human and the experimentation that gave him the answers to create Frankenstein monsters. He had planned to become one when one of my brides was quite angry with me and sired him as a vampire. He was a sort of necromancer with animating dead flesh, so he crossed over at a higher level than just any vampire. He is only two generations from the source and also gains one power."

"I see I need to go to Vampire school when this is done and over," Lana giggled. "I have to be up to speed on all thing's vampire now. Yes, Vampire King?"

Vlad chuckled softly, "I am not letting you know everything about me. You will find a way to use it against me when you get angry like a little bird and peck my hand."