If I were to allow vagrant punks like you create problems, then I would be in trouble.
For if an arrogant fool like yourself were to stir up more trouble than this, the destruction of mankind is a possibility.
You see, I still have too many human…..reasons…so I can not allow that.
So now….now you can die. So now….now you can die. Which you will once I pepper your worthless carcass with these bullets that are made from a cross melted down from the Manchester Cathedral. Special rounds for special targets.
WITH LIGHTENING QUICK MOVEMENTS, ALUCARD BRINGS HIS LEFT ARM UP TO HIS UP TO SHIELD HIS FACE BY HIDING IT BEHIND HIS BENT ELBOW. WITH A SOFT THUD, THE CASULL ALSO LANDS ON THAT ELBOW AND HE USES HIS LEFT ARM AS A MAKE SHIFT WAY TO BRING HIS WEAPON TO EYE LEVEL. HE COCKS THE GUN WITH A LOUD CLICK.
Hold it right there! Do not even move Alucard! This girl, she IS the only one left. Do you not want her alive?
Listen, I do not want much. Just let me go. Let me leave here. I’ll go any where you want. Where ever that may be.
ALUCARD UNCOCKS THE GUN, WHICH RELIEVES THE PRIEST. HOWEVER, HIS POSTURE AND HIS POSITION DO NOT CHANGE AS HE STANDS SILENTLY. THIS UNNERVES THE PRIEST AND SERAS VICTORIA AS THEY BOTH WONDER WHAT HE IS DEBATING.
You, Police Girl. Are you pure?
THE PRIEST LOOKS CONFUSED AS TO WHY ALUCARD WOULD BE ASKING THIS QUESTION TO THE GIRL HE HOLDS IN HIS ARMS. SERAS VICTORIA IS CONFUSED AS WELL, AS SHE DOES NOT FULLY UNDERSTAND WHAT HE IS ASKING.
what the hell…….
I asked you Police girl, are you a virgin?
ZOOM TO CLOSE UP OF THE EYES OF SERAS VICTORIA: HER EYES GROW WIDE WITH EMBARRASSMENT, BUT THEN SHE CLOSES HER EYES AND TURNS HER HEAD AWAY FROM BOTH HER CAPTOR AND THE MYSTERY PERSON WHO HAS ASKED THE QUESTION.
Well Police Girl?
SHEEPISHLY SHE LOOKS TO ALUCARD BUT KEEPS HER GAZE LOW IN EMBARRASSMENT.
Y……Yes…..yes Sir….I am….
NO!!!!! This is not possible!!
Then my dear, you will have a choice to make.
WITH A LOUD “BOOM” THE CASULL FIRES A BULLET STRAIGHT AND TRUE. SERAS VICTORIA SHAKES FROM THE IMPACT OF THE BULLET RIPPING THROUGH HER CHEST, AND THEN RIPPING THROUGH THE HEART OF THE VAMPIRE PRIEST AS WELL. SERAS VICTORIA CRUMBLES TO THE GROUND AND STRUGGLES TO BREATH THROUGH SPITTING UP BLOOD AS ALUCARD APPROACHES. THE PRIEST SOMEHOW REMAINS STANDING AND LOOKS ON IN DISBELIEF AS ALUCARD STANDS A FOOT OR SO IN FRONT OF HIM. SMIRKING ONCE AGAIN, HE PULLS HIS ARM BACK AND FLATTENS HIS HAND AS HE THRUSTS IT FORWARD TOWARDS THE PRIEST. LAUGHING LOUDLY, ALUCARD DRIVES HIS HAND THROUGH THE CHEST OF THE VAMPIRE PRIEST AS HIS VICTIM THEN DISINTERGRATES WITH AN EXPLOSION.
Damn punk….dared to call himself Nosferatu…he was nothing but a punk!
THE SOUND OF SERAS VICTORIA’S LABOURED BREATHING CAUSES ALUCARD TO SHIFT HIS GAZE FROM THE PILE OF ASH THAT WAS THE PRIEST TO THE YOUNG GIRL WITH A HUGE BULLET WOUND THROUGH HER CHEST. HER EYES ARE DISTANT BUT TEARS ROLLS DOWN HER CHEEKS. EVERY TIME SHE TRIES TO SPEAK, BLOOD GURGLES FROM HER MOUTH. KNEELING DOWN ON ONE KNEE, ALUACRD TILTS HIS HEAD TO THE SIDE AS HE WATCHES HER FIGHT TO LIVE.
Well now, you have are in quite the predicament. To kill him, I had to pierce his heart and well…your chest as well.
Unfortunately, the wound is so large that it is fatal. You are dying. Do you want to give up or fight?
That choice is yours Police Girl.
FIRST PERSON VIEW FROM THE POINT OF VIEW OF SERAS VICTORIA: SHE LOOKS UP TO THE FACE OF THE MAN WHO SHOT HER BUT ALSO RESCUED HER. HER BREATHING IS VERY RAGGED AND SHE STRUGGLES TO CLEAR THE BLOOD FROM HER THROAT. HER GAZE SHIFTS TO THE GROUND, RESTING AT THE FEET OF ALUCARD. HE THEN STANDS AND TURNS TO LEAVE, WHEN HER GAZE RISES AGAIN. LOUDLY SHE STRUGGLES TO SPEAK AND REACHES HER HAND OUT TO HIM. HE STOPS AND TURNS SLOWLY, A SMILE CREEPING OVER HIS FACE AS THE SCREEN FADES TO BLACK.
THE SOUND OF TWO YOUNG CHILDREN ARGUING FADES IN AS THE SCREEN SHOWS A LAVISH COUNTRYSIDE. THE AREA IS HOME TO A LARGE BUILDING THAT HOUSES ROMAN CATHOLIC ORPHANS. OTHER CHILDREN RUN ABOUT AND PLAY AS VARIOUS PRIESTS WALKED THE GROUNDS. A PRIEST WITH GLASSES AND A LONG WHITE COAT WALKS OVER TO THEM AS THE DARK HAIR CHILD PUSHES THE FAIR HAIR ONE. THE PRIEST KNEELS DOWN ON HIS KNEES IN FRONT OF HIM. HIS IRISH ACCENT IS CALMING AS HE SPEAKS.
Now, now my children. What is the root cause of this ruckus?
THE TWO CHILDREN STAND DEFIANT BEFORE THE PRIEST AND LOCK GLARES FACE TO FACE. THE LITTLE BOY WITH DARK HAIR HAD TEARS STREAMING DOWN HIS CHEEKS AS THE FAIR HAIRED LITTLE BOY CLASPED A BOOK BEHIND HIS BACK. THE PRIEST REACHES OUT AND PLACES A HAND ON EACH OF THEIR SHOULDERS.
DARK HAIR BOY
(IN BETWEEN SOBS)
It…it….it was Michael….he…he took my book…Father Anderson…
FAIR HAIR BOY
No way!!! You said I could read it sometime and I wanted to read it now and now is sometime Father!
FATHER ANDERSON NODS SLOWLY IN UNDERSTANDING THEIR SITUATION AND SOFTLY OFFERS “THERE, THERE” WHILE TAPPING EACH ON THE SHOULDER IN A CALMING FASHION. HE THEN STANDS UP TO HIS FULL HEIGHT AND PLACES HIS HAND OUT IN FRONT OF HIM, ASKING FOR THE BOOK. THE FAIR HAIR CHILD PLACES IT IN HIS HAND SHEEPISHLY. HE THEN HANDS THE BOOK BACK TO THE DARK HAIR CHILD, WHICH MAKES THEM HAPPY.
Friends using violence against one another…unacceptable!
The Lord trieth the righteou, but the wicked and him that loveth the violence his soul hateth.
Thine eyes and thine heart are not for violence children. Those acts are for the devils, the worshippers of false gods.
BOTH CHILDREN HANG THERE HEADS IN SHAME AND TRY NOT TO LOOK THE PRIEST IN THE EYES. THE PRIEST SENSING THIS, SMILES AT THEM AND TUSSELS EACH OF THEIR HEADS OF HAIR IN A PLAYFUL MANNER.
BOTH CHILDREN IN UNISON
Yes, Father Anderson. I am very sorry.
A MAN IN A LONG, DARK TRENCH COAT MAKES HIS WAY UP THE COBBLESTONE PATH TO THE PRIEST AND THE TWO CHILDREN. FATHER ANDERSON LOOKS AT THE MAN AND THEN LOOKS AGAIN DOWN AT THE CHILDREN.
Both of you back to your rooms. You have chores to do.
BOTH CHILDREN IN UNISON
Yes Father Anderson.
AS BOTH CHILDREN RUN BACK TOWARDS THE ORPHANAGE. FATHER ANDERSON TURNS SLOWLY TO LOOK AT THE MAN, SIZING HIM UP QUIETLY. THE MAN APPROACHES AND STRETCHES OUT HIS HAND IN A FRIENDLY MANNER.
Father Anderson I presume.
ACCEPTING THE MAN’S GESTURE, FATHER ANDERSON SHAKES HIS HAND AND NODS TO CONFIRM THE MAN WAS CORRECT. THE MAN THEN EXHALES SLOWLY AND LOOKS THE PRIEST IN THE EYES.
Something is wrong isn’t it? What is going on? What is wrong? It’s very important isn’t it?
Father Anderson, there is something important is going on. Lately, there have been reports of many….well….strange… occurrences transpiring, especially in Great Britain.