Not Another Girl (Hellsing x Reader)

Chapter 68

During Alucard's nightly walks, he had found something very interesting; an undead fight club. But this wasn't a fight club where the undead came and fought; it was a fight club where the undead brought their human servants to fight one another in battles to the death.

"Well now, human cock fighting. How original." laughed Alucard, as he stepped up to the doorman.

"And where do you think you're going?" growled the doorman.

"To your funeral, if you don't let me pass." snarled Alucard, right back.

The doorman looked Alucard over and then gave him a sniff.

"Like my aftershave?" He jested, and showed the doorman his fangs.

"You can pass vampire. You are welcome here."

Alucard entered the establishment and looked around. Werewolves made excellent doormen. With their sense of smell, no undercover cops were getting in here. And with their strength, there were few here who could challenge them should someone have to be forcibly removed.

Continuing inside, he saw that the place was set up like any other fight ring. The concession stand had raw meat and blood packs for sale. The gift shop had tee shirts bearing the symbol of their fighters. But that was where the normal gifts ended. The shop also sold teeth, ears, and scalps.

The Ring itself was normal, but a huge metal cage surrounded it. Once inside, there was no outside help. The rules were simple, two fighters enter, but only one fighter leaves. The seats were cushioned and had keypads for placing bets. There were also boxed seats, shielded with bulletproof glass; no doubt for the VIP customers and or owners. Alucard chuckled to himself as he watched one of the matches.

"This would make an excellent playground for George." He mused.

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Alucard found George in little Jon's room. She was playing peek-a-boo with L-card and making little Jon laugh.

"George." Alucard called to her.

"Yes, master." stood George, giving L-card for little Jon to play with.

"I have found a new place for you to play." He grinned at her.

"Play?" George stood there and raised a single eyebrow at him.

"It's an undead fight club that hosts human cock fighting." He informed her with a chuckle.

"Heh heh heh, you're kidding." George began to laugh.

"No." said Alucard with a wicked grin. "I am serious."

"You mean vampires get together and bet on human fighters." George crossed her arms with disbelief.

"Yes, but not just vampires. Werewolves, witches, warlocks, all the undead go there. They send their servants into the ring to fight out no holds barred matches. The winner gets the money, or territories that have been offered up as prizes, and the honor of being the best." The mirth in Alucard's voice was like a little boy with a new toy.

"And his is life, while the loser no doubt becomes dinner." laughed George.

"Hardly, good fighters are hard to come by and take too long to train. The exhibition matches are street fighter, punks picked up for amusement only. The prize fights are the servants of the undead. These fighters fight until one is defeated. Deaths can occur, but are not encouraged." Alucard explained, as he watched George clean up the room from clothes and toys.

"And you want me to be your servant." reasoned George, as she took a pen away from little Jon, so he couldn't chew on it.

"Yes. I think you would be an excellent prize fighter, when you grow up. And as I said, it would be an excellent place to continue your training. You don't have to hold back anymore."