Bullet from Hell, Shield of Heaven

KITG: Okay, here is another chapter. thanks to people who pointed out my spellings and mistakes..i really need to get a beta :P


Chapter 6

Serpentis dismissed Michel after he had reported on the takings for that and how the new girl had handled herself. Michel thought she was a little naïve when it came to men and their sexual come-ons. Though perhaps naïve was too strong a word, she just wasn’t quite sure how to deal with them other than to either go quiet or threaten them.

Serpentis smiled, perhaps that would be a good thing to have in the club. This Mina Holmwood was turning out to be a good investment on his part. If she continued to do this well he may have other things he could use her for, she would have to be trained in how to use her body to arouse men. Though to be true she would not need much with that shape. He had been sufficiently aroused himself when she had walked in, she would definitely become one of his favourites of that he had no doubt. That is if she could be trusted.

He filed the image of the young Mina in his mind before looking back to his laptop to place the account numbers into the account program before checking his encrypted emails. He smiled, as another buyer was interested in the new chips. Maybe he could hike off some of the guard dog models this time. But first he needed to deal with this Hellsing organisation. As if summoned by that thought, Blackthorn walked into the office with a strange look on his face.

“Sir, you are not going to believe this” He spoke as he placed a manila folder on Serpentis’s desk. Atop the folder was the symbol of the royal family. It was also stamped with Top Secret. Serpentis began to look through the folder as Blackthorn looked on while wringing his hands. It didn’t take long for Serpentis to voice his view on this document.

“Where the hell did you get this load of bullshit?” He threw it at the Blackthorn in disgust.

“But it’s all true Sir. It was taken from inside the Palace itself”

“Are you sure it’s not one of the princes horror stories. Because you see I am having trouble believing that the man we are dealing with is not a chipped Vampire but a real life one who just so happens to be COUNT DRACULA WITH HIS NAME SPELT BACKWARDS!” Serpentis eyes flashed red as he roared at Blackthorn.

“P..please Sir…”

“Please sir, Please sir. What are you? Oliver Twist?” Serpentis was in a foul rage as he advanced on the now cowering Blackthorn.

“No Sir. The file is genuine. It came from the celestial room. Its from Sir Eclipses personal files, there is no mistake” Blackthorn babbled out with such speed that spittle flew from his lips.

Serpentis stopped at the mention of Sir Eclipse; he looked at Blackthorn before picking up the folder from the floor and walking back to his desk. He leaned back and began to read the file in more depth, almost acting as though Blackthorn wasn’t even there. He seemed now to reading the file in earnest, absorbing all the details like a sponge. Finally he looked up at Blackthorn with and inquisitive look upon his face.

“Let us set up a test. I need you to get me a sample of this “Alucard”. Get me a sample of his blood. I want to see exactly what I am dealing with. Let loose one of the new defective chipped vampires with one of the guard dogs. That should grab his attention.” Serpentis turned his chair to look at the colouring dawn sky, dismissing Blackthorn with that almost casual turn.

Blackthorn left the room with little noise but as soon as the door closed he sighed in relief. Serpentis in a rage was not a thing to be on the receiving end of. He knew that Serpentis could rip him limb from limb without breaking a sweat. He travelled down to the sub-levels, into the storage areas where they kept the experiments. Blackthorn selected one of the bestial experiments before continuing on to where the human experiments with the Vampire chips were held. These were the first chipped vampire experiments…to say they were unstable was an understatement, but they still had their uses.

“Let me out…leet mee ooout” A voice wailed above the snarls and whimpers.

“Are you going to behave if I let you out Mitch?”

“Probably not bossman hehehehe” the voice giggled from inside of a locked padded cell.

“Didn’t think so. But that’s ok Mitch. Because I’m such a nice man, I’ll let you play as long as you promise to play outside.” Blackthorn walked up to the door and placed key in the lock as he waited for Mitch to reply.

“I don’t know Bossman. It’s pretty nice in here, filled with lovely, fresh meat sacks. All those female scientists, I bet their blood tastes so sweet.” He purred in madness-steeped oblivion.

“Now, now Mitch. If you promise I’ll give you a pet to take with you.” Blackthorn turned his tone sweet and persuasive.

“Okay Bossman, I promise” He agreed like small child as he almost bounched while waiting for Blackthorn to open the door.

“Here you go Mitch. Now take your pet and go out to play”

“Come on boy, lets go play” Mitch was revealed in the light as he reached out to take the chain from Blackthorn’s grasp. He was almost feral; his hands long and claw like. The tips of his fangs were hanging over the edges of his lips. Everything about him screamed predator.

Blackthorn watched as Mitch left the building with his pet on the Security cameras. He knew the Freak wouldn’t act till nightfall so was not surprised to see the creature crawl down the nearest manhole. Mitch had always loved the dark. The night was just about the get a lot more interesting.
Once he was sure Mitch was on his way, Blackthorn walked to the lab segments of the basement. There one of the scientists was playing with some device or another but he looked up as Blackthorn entered.

“How can I help you sir?” The scientist stood with his hands behind his back as he waited to see just exactly why Blackthorn had entered his lab.

“I need some kind of device to get a sample of blood without the subject realising. Preferably in a bullet” Blackthorn walked around the lab, looking at the various devices in the room.

I might have just the thing. This desert eagle has hollow shell ammo. When fired it well penetrate the subject and the one-way holes will let blood enter the empty centre before exiting. Then you just follow the tracer to the bullet.

“That will do nicely”

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He moved in the dank recess of the sewer system to find the perfect place to hunt. He was in the old Victorian sewer line. Each looking like a miniature railway tunnel so your mind told you that any second you would hear a train bearing down upon you. Soon he heard the rumble behind the walls and came to a collapsed section of the sewer system. There was flashing light and a roar of sound as a subway train shot past the fallen section. Mitch smiled as he petted the creature by his side. It whined at the light and sound but was soothed at Mitch’s touch.

“Good boy. This is a good place to hide, don’t you think?” He purred at the dark shape at the end of the chain, it crooned in response as it leaned into his touch. “Lets find a place to hang out until it gets dark. Because we like the dark don’t we?”

They found an emergency storage room and opened the door with ease, as the lock had no strength compared to his. Inside were traffic cones, torches, emergency phone line, everything you could need if an accident happened. Mitch let go of the chain and the creature sat happily by the door. The glowing yellow eyes regarded the being it now considered its master.

“We will have to think of a name for you won’t we boy? Lets see…Fluffy?” The creature growled it anger. It did not want the name. “No? Okay..how about, Butch?” Again he growled showing his distaste at the name.

Mitch sat there looking at the glowing yellow eyes and tried to think of a name that was fitting to a creature such as this. Well a name that a bloodthirsty psychopath with a mentality of a 10 year-old could think of anyway.

“You’re tough to please you know that boy? Okay….how about….Fenris?” There came a growling purr in affirmation that he liked it. “Ahh, you like that one? Okay..Fenris it is.”

They sat down in silence as the rumble and shunts of trains echoed down the tunnels as they went along the tracks like chained snakes. The sounds of rats as they scurried to and fro looking for food was quickly silenced as a blood top up, the disease-ridden creatures providing little sustenance for the two predators. The walls around them were damp with slivers of water that reflected the lights from the trains as they passed.

Dawn turned to noon, noon turned to evening and finally evening to night as the sun bleed across the sky in its death knell. Mitch smiled as he rose from his seat and grasped the chain to lead his pet out with him. They moved down the now quieter line as the night trains went merrily on their way in the eternal night of the underground. He climbed off the rail and onto the platform to walk up to the night sky.

“Stop! You can’t travel through the tunnels like that! Do you want to be killed?” Mitch turned to see a lonely station guard coming towards him with the quick step. The guard had not seen Fenris yet as the creature had yet to step from the dark tunnel.

“Do I want to get killed? Perhaps I do..but you…I know you want to die.” Mitch leapt at the guard causing them both to crash to the floor. Screams and spouts of blood as he ripped out the guards throat, laughing in euphoria as he did so.

“Ooooh…perfect! Sweet delight. I want more Fenris. Come here boy. Take what you want” He waited as the great fur covered creature ripped off an arm to chew on as they continued on their way. The stars shone down as the cold air ripped through the few travellers that were about this area of London. Mitch could see them grasping their coats tight against them as the first day of December announced its intentions for the future. To be a cold and unforgiving herald of snow.

They wandered a while before they saw a group of young teens messing about in the park. They were drinking beer a knocking the dog mess bins over in their destructive boredom. They never would know their future past the present…because the present was about to end…to be permanent past.

Mitch walked up with Fenris in a sick parody of a person walking a dog. Mitch looked down at the ruined red bin to place your dogs mess in with distaste as the smell to his heightened nostrils caused him to wrinkled his nose a moment before looking at the kids with a wide…friendly smile. The smile a shark gives to its prey before it takes a huge chunk out of them.

“Well look at the little babes before the wolf.”

“What you high man? Little late for you and you friend to be playing Halloween, bitch.” This was the mouthy one of the group he came up poking Mitch in the chest.

“Bitch? Well that’s not very nice is it?” Before anyone could blink…Mr mouthy was missing his jaw. They all stood shocked as the lower jaw landed in the grass a distance away. The Mr mouthy was trying to scream without a mouth or tongue so it came out as a gargled exhale of air through his voice box.

The girls screamed and ran as the others went to attack Mitch. He moved to one side as one tried to stab him with a knife the guy over balanced and suddenly he was missing the arm holding the knife. He had a moment to scream in agony as his blood flowed from the ripped appendage, but then it was gargled as his throat was ripped out.

By bow the guys that were left had twigged that something was not right with this whole situation and decided to run away shouting that Mitch was a nut. Mitch just happily stood there as he pulled on the chain so Fenris came to sit beside him. He leaned down and unhooked the chain.

“Fetch boy”

There was a flash of grey fur as Fenris chased those that fled, Mitch laughed as their screams rent the night. Fenris incapacitated the first then ran for the next, did the same to that one then went after the third. He brought the third back to Mitch to have then ran off like a loyal dog fetching a stick.

“Good boy Fenris. You can have what you want.”

Mitch sat down leaning against Fenris bulk as the creature feasted on the bodies once his master had drained the dry. There was the crunch of bone and sinew as Fenris’s large jaws easily dealt with the remains. Mitch just waited as he licked the blood from his lips. Oh how he had longed for this, locked in the darkness waiting for each feeding. But he longed for fresh warm blood, the blood that had come from the creators had be stale and luke warm, tainted with drugs as they had killed bums and druggies.

But this sweet ambrosia he had just partaken had been pure bliss. These troubled rich youths, their blood pandered from the rich life they had enjoyed. The strongest thing they had touch would have been weed and alcohol. He would sit here and wait, he wasn’t quite sure what exactly for but he would wait. Bossman had said to wait, that he would make it worth Mitch’s while if he waited. But as all ten year-olds…Mitch became bored.

He got to his feet and re-attached Fenris’s leash before taking a quick stroll through the park, heading towards some lights. He could hear music and talking as if something important was going on, then the night lit up as row upon row of multi-coloured lights were turned on. There came an accompanying shout of happiness with the lights and jingles of bells. Mitch came into the main square to see a giant tree was all lit up like the street, the gold star twinkled down at him. All around the tree were people looking on in awe at the tree. Behind the tree from where Mitch was standing, some people were talking on the stage.

It was time to let the blood flow….

TBC