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 * He mutters to himself.

Alucard: Indeed she was a delectable little draculina.


 * He catches himself and stands up. He holsters the Casull and walks out of CH6. He roams the corridors at night. Several crew members of the night watch walk passed him. Sometimes they would whisper to each other.

Crewman 1: Hey, that's the vampire of the Hansgraf.

Crewman 2: What? Really? There's no such thing as vampires.

Crewman 1: No, really. He'll take your blood in a heart beat.


 * He continued walking until he came to a corridor that ras along the starboard side of the Hansgraf. Through a window, he looks out and sees the dark side of the Earth. Several miles below, twinkling lights litter the continents. He couldn't help but feel appreciative of the view. Then, he frowns as he reaches into the innermost pocket of his jacket and retrieves a small silver cross. It's the cross that once adorned the cravat of his former master, Integra Hellsing.