Board Thread:Role Playing/@comment-24852191-20170508171221/@comment-24852191-20170516190735


 * Alucard smirks as Acelin struggles to get up.

Alucard: Hm, yes. But, instead of drinking blood and being strong and accepting his fate as a child of the night, he is weak, frail, and refuses to be called as such. He futally tries to live on his life as a human.


 * He looks at him with glowing crimson eyes.

Alucard: Hm, little does he know, that those days are far past him.


 * He scoffs.

Alucard: Look at you, Valameer. You're a pitiful vampire. How did Integra ever see you as my proper replacement. Hell, you're not even a proper vampire. You know what you are? You're a freak!


 * Acelin yells at him. He drops the Hardballer and pulls out the Browing Automatic Rifle in his coat. He unloads all 20 30.06 caliber Macedonian silver high explosive silver bullets into Alucard. Blowing him apart. Alucard's body stumbles backwards and lands atop Zodia's coffin in a bloody heap. Acelon breaths heavy as he reloads his BAR.

Acelin: That might be so. But, unlike you, I didn't give up being human by choice. Nor did I run away from death as you did, Count!