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Merek Dracul

Lord Merek Dracul, an elder vampire, descendant of Dracula, and head of the Dracul family. (WIP)

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by TheNoremac42

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A faction of vampyric creatures who reign over the Cursed Wood. "Expect from thy blood no more than thy blood expects from thee."
This is the family who are infamous, the brood of Alucard (Dracula) and Mina Harker, the monarchs who sent Europe into grip of fear unlike the world had witnessed. This is the three siblings of Lucifer, the Blood Revolution, the death of all mankind.

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Merek Dracul
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The Fencer
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Personal Information
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Full Name
Lord Merek Dracul

Description

Age:
500

Gender:
Male

Race/Main:
Human

Race/Sub:
Vampire

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Lord Dracul
The Fencer
The Elder Dracul

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Hetero

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Austria
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Castle Vankoryth

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Alignment:
Lawful Neutral





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So begins...

Merek Dracul's Story

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A cloaked figure wandered through the dark woods. Merek Dracul had kept his hood drawn over his aged face. Silver white hair poked out from the edge of his hood and the leaves crunched beneath his thick boots. Black leather gloves gripped his hands and a long thin sheathed saber dangled at his side.

Lord Dracul had finally emerged from hiding. How long had it been? Three centuries? Too long, to be sure.

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"It has veen a long time, my friends." the elder vampire said in a moderate German accent as he glanced at Page behind him. If he was at all surprised by her sudden presence, he did not show it. "I have only heard vague riddles from zhe Grandfather about our zenario, but I can azzertain that your velief iz correct."

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"You vill get your blood to spill, Yves." he said. "I sense zat vee vill be zrust into conflict zoon enough. Vat about zee, Page. How hast your life in immortality been?"

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"Vatch your tongue, boy!" Merek snarled. "I have been vatchink zis modern vorld evolve from zee chadows. Vee have merely been lurkink, waitink, and planink, while zese new bloods have been gorgink zemselves on zee devenseless an veak. Zey have grown soft an'... sparkily." he shuddered. "Vee vill chow zem how true vampires hold zemselves!"

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Merek moved in a blur. One of his gloved hands dove beneath his cloak and emerged with a long black flint-lock pistol. He brought it to eye-level and aimed it just ahead of the large wolf. It erupted with a cloud of black smoke as a silver bullet shot towards it.

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Seeing that the troops would likely overrun the wolf, the elder vampire vanished into the shadows.

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Character Portrait: Alucard Character Portrait: General Yves Beauregard Character Portrait: Merek Dracul

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Alucard sneered at his descendant, Yves. He lifted his gloved hands and clapped together. The elder vampire broke into an eerie, hair-raising, amused cackle. Candle light reflected across one of his white gloves, revealing the runic pentagram stitched into it.

"Bold ambitions..." he replied. "But are they realistic? Necessary? Man despises us - fears us - and for good reason. They likely would not find our amassing presence agreeable to their appetites for conquest and dominance. I believe Man will assail us in desperation, and only a Man can hope to kill a Monster." Alucard sneered.

"I agree vit Sir Alucard." replied a man with long white hair, who until then remained silent. He spoke with a distinctive and dignified German accent and like one who had authority. "Vee chould remain cautious in our campaign, yet act sviftly. If vee can cripple zee human empire in zee right vay, and bring zem benees our zumb, zen vee can assure zat our empire visstands any opposition."

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Character Portrait: Flandre Scarlet Character Portrait: Driselda Lacopt Character Portrait: Casren Bistreo Character Portrait: Tiaan Shyrias Character Portrait: Alucard Character Portrait: Remilia Scarlet Character Portrait: Manik Chakor Character Portrait: Merek Dracul Character Portrait: Reisel Dracul Character Portrait: Sakuya Izayoi Character Portrait: Elisia Character Portrait: Zosimos

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"Ah!" Casren looked to Merek, halting his quill motions for the moment. "I don't believe it is the humans that are our true problem. We do need them though they don't need us," The old vampire cast a stern gaze around the room, "Something it would do us good to never truly forget," With a rounded scrape of his quill, Casren finished the clause he was working on and looked it over. Everything seemed to be in order.

"We need to regain control of the Night, but keep on good feet with the humans. However, I see no reason for there not to be a city for us. Certainly, the humans will be glad to have our kind free of their streets. Claim our land as ours, assert that the Cursed Wood is the land of the Night, the Crawling Chaos, and set ourselves truly equal to them. We will no longer be forced to die in their day, they will no longer be a burden on our nights."

Manik looked to Casren, then to Alucard, seeing truth in both their reasoning. "I see how this all can work."

Meanwhile outside the door, Tiaan was dealing with a stubborn boar, who did not seem to understand why they should unite and especially why politically they should keep their friends close, and enemies closer. Despite all this, she would protest, "Driselda, I love you dearly, truly dear to my heart, but you have no idea how politics work. We can't isolate ourselves and expect to be safe. This is insane and you believing we can live in some dream world and be hermits to our kind. You persauded me to become a vampire, but you seem intent on destroying us with your pride. I love you Driselda and would never hurt you, but I lived in politics most my life, I know what it all pertains too and thus why I keep an eye on it always."

Driselda growled loudly at the elf in front of her, believing her words yet still shaking her head "And i Love you as well Tiaan my dearest, my lover and joy. However I still do disagree with these Half Breeds, Falsifiers, Pretenders and Honorless dogs who would dare to invade your mind, steal your secrets and use your past to their advantage! These are not Vampires, they are common rats who would stab us in the back within moments They are no true Hunters like you and I...they who live among st the prey like sheep themselves! They do not deserve our respect and attention nor should they receive us in this 'Court' they have convened. It is an outrage!!" She said with force behind her words, gesturing to the door with points and fists as if to show her frustration

"They are the swine of this world and I would prefer to see this Detente burn down to the ground in the Light of the Sun and die like the animals they are" She grumbled and turned to look out the window silently, clearly stressed and angry about this whole situation

Sighing she would ask with conviction, "I said once and will say again Driselda, I am not weak, nor am I someone fragile who will break with their senseless attacks. I can build great castles my love composed of Ice and can shatter bones of most men and monsters, do you trust me? Do you love me? Do you understand I won't break, I will not fall into million of pieces..." she would look at her eyes wet, "Just... just... give me this... and you will see for yourself..."

Driselda would turn her head and sigh heavily with anger as her fist crashed into the window as she punched clean through the glass and then pulled itself out "I do not worry about your abilities, nor your skill nor your power. Its THEM I do not like, trust and am completely disgusted over. I find them appalling for using the tactics against prey as they did you. They insult you and I with such cheap tactics" She then turned to face Tiaan and gently took her hand in her own

"Fine...we will enter this room and engage the Half-Breeds....then we will go home and speak no more of this Detente...."

Smiling she kissed her lover's neck softly, "Thank you Dri, thank you... I promise you will not regret this." carefully she pushed open the doors and witnessed immediately a gun going off, then focus turned to the person. Eying scene warily she would whisper, "Once more unto the breach." with that she stepped through just after the German vampire had finished his piece.

Driselda glared at the room around with her lover with her teeth grinding rather loudly in her mouth as her fists shook but kept her mouth shut rather tightly. The Vampires were already firing off guns...what a group this was indeed...

Just watching silently, she would ready her magic to start channeling, and react.

The pattering of feet could be heard against the floor of the castle, Remilia Scarlet and Flandre Scarlet two of the group. Remilia was the only one who was not exactly effected completely by Fear, but she still felt the effects...her doubts...did she want to be part of this whole cherade? She was technically wiping people's asses every day, but regardless..she shrugged it off. She was carrying Flandre on her shoulder, as well as Sakuya. She was unsure if Elisia was following, but she couldn't care..she was more focused on helping her sister and her girlfriend...they needed help...She'd come to a screetching halt as she'd see the group of different vampires. "HELP. Anybody! Someone or something's attacked the mansion..we couldn't hold them off!"

Reisel sprung to his feet, along with the twelve soldiers he had hidden in the shadows. They leapt forth to catch and cater to the ladies.

"Who?" Zosimos' nostril's flared as the elderpyre glared at the girlies. Who were these people, he wondered sensing their power. Meanwhile, Reisel had charged from the room, calling men to arms as he stormed.

Elisia ran after the group of females as they moved through the castle. She ran as fast as she could. She didnt know why she was running, but she did it. Otherwise she would be left alone and the group would disappear. Everytime that she slowed her movements, she could hear the foot-steps of the doctors chasing her. She had to stay with the group, otherwise they would catch her. And that was the last thing she wanted. She was getting out of breath though and it made her a bit dizzy. She wasn't used to running and such. Those things were normally not done alot by here. She wasn't exactly sure what had happened. One moment they were in the mansion... Were she had woken up from some kind of nightmare. The maid.... She was stabbing herself. Was that the reason they were so hurried? Because they needed help.... A doctor. Elisia would then slower her pace at the thought of it. She was going to be trapped even if she followed them. They were actually going to some kind of doctor... But they did it to get help for the maid. She wasn't sure if this was a good thing or not. She decided to simply follow them, seeing that there wasn't really another option. Stopping would only result in her getting caught. She would rather be with the group. She took a quick look at her hands as they ran. The blood on her hands.... It seemed so familiar, yet still terrifying. She should be used to blood, but this was different. It was the blood of herself and the maid... Combined. She had gotten some cut wounds on her hands after grabbing the blade. It didn't hurt though. The shout of the girl didn't calm her, but worry her. Hopefully the maid would be okay... She still wasn't sure what had happened. She had a bad dream... With her parent in it. But she couldn't remember her parents... It was very confusing to her.

"I smell flesh," Manik said, a smile creeping onto his face.

"Ah, shit," muttered Casren.

The new clause would have to wait.

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Character Portrait: Daemala Tauvyr Character Portrait: Casren Bistreo Character Portrait: Kaiser Zaun Character Portrait: Alucard Character Portrait: Remilia Scarlet Character Portrait: Manik Chakor Character Portrait: General Yves Beauregard Character Portrait: Merek Dracul Character Portrait: Reisel Dracul Character Portrait: Kat-Lyn Ember Mei Character Portrait: Lazarus Bloodwheel Character Portrait: Zosimos

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Glancing up he would sigh annoyed before saying, "Well appears we got bigger concerns, but I refuse to drop this point of the Nation of Vankoryth. I shall send some men to scout the Scarlet Devil Mansion and see what took place." with that he would point to some men, then towards the door, "If you see anyone you don't know, question then shoot them. We cannot allow people to wander around here, and threaten us." with that he would place a hand on Ember shoulder, "But what does my daughter think of this entire idea, she is after all new to the fold and I do believe we should allow her to voice her thoughts."

Kaiser would only study the offending corpse, at first. He could smell the absolute hatred that wafted off almost every single soul in the room, all of it intended for him. The one who shouted of nations annoyed him. The patrons and elders
bothered him. They all probably thought that they were better off without a 'disease' like him. Those with Kaiser's particular curse were never well recieved by their own kind, mostly...out of fear. Lazarus had meant to either intimidate or
offend him, however, he would have to disappoint the bandaged buffoon. Swiping the hair out of his own eyes, the devourer of kin and onced fevered Kaiser set to work. "If you hadn't stood in my way, welp, you would've lived to slay another..."
he whispered to the deceased soldier...before ripping into him, claws and fangs ablaze, making quite the mess. Already soaked in the sanguine wine of life however, the sloppy feeding didn't really bother Kaiser, as much as it probably disturbed
the others

Ember looked around nervously at the carnage and looked up at Yves. "We're being attacked??"

Sighing he would nod, "Appears so, but Ember what is your thoughts on my plan, I may be only a General but I think we need to take a look at this group and realize we need leadership, we need action, a nation would prosper peace and 'special' cases..." he would pause, "Try anything Kaiser and you will die in this very room." with that he would cough but continue, "As mentioned 'special cases' even they shall feel welcome in this nation for who is it for us to decide what vampires should be part of a nation, they would of course be part of the Detente but it's time we saw the truth here ladies and gentlemen, we have the chance to set foundation for a nation that could outlast us, which is momentous and beautiful thing." turning he would draw his Desert Eagle and think a little, before going on, "But, first we will need to realize one fact here today. We are divided and facing wars on many fronts, WW1 and WW2 taught us, wars like this can't usually be won... But we are lucky in that we have everlasting members to make this possible. If we form a nation we will achieve the impossible, we will have mortals scared, but also cure them of their problems of Vampires within Wing City, thus having this nation and city we would actually appease those fools..."

"But... I digress, I am not happy with all who are here, but I will not start a fight and weaken bonds, this is moment of truth and if you are think for second we can last without some proper leadership, no offence to my lords..." he would bow respectfully, "I am just saying we have grown to capacity that makes this impossible, so here and now I say this. We will be a Nation and we will be safe haven for all who stand with us." taking Ember's shoulder he would carry on, "I am aware I am only a General and can never hope to be as powerful as any around here, but I do believe as someone who knows history, we need to act now, or face this group falling apart."

Indicating to Ember, he would whisper softly, "Okay daughter, you may speak now."

She pulled a lock of black hair behind an ear as she glanced around at the others, trying not to get all nervous and focused her words more to Yves. "I agree. Like you said we have reached capacity here, we either need to expand to other places or stop expanding all together, which isn't really an option. I think it is entirely plausible that we could one day have control of more than just Wing City and surrounding areas, maybe the world?" She looked down at her feet, fearing she may have said something wrong.

After his little snack, Kaiser would wipe the blood from his mouth, chew, and swallow. It felt good to be in civilized company once again. And to have his self control back, after months of succumbing to the Blood Fever. "Ahem...No need to such threats, man of war.
Its not as if I would try anything, at this junction, at least." A smile crept onto his features, sly and lewd, his eyes wondering over the 'young' woman who had just spoke. "You did well. I can smell your anxiety, girl. However, I have to agree. In all honesty, nothing could truly stop us, if we played our cards right, proper planning and all that."

The smile only grew, perverted thoughts racing through his mind, not only of her, but Daemala, and others of the fairer sex as well. It had been months since he had seen a pair of breast, or any sort of curve what-so-ever. "I still retain all my contacts, despite my disappearance. Before my arrival, I went to my office and called up all those at my disposal. I still have my fair share of allies at my disposal, and thus, our collective disposal. Smugglers, politicians, religious zealots, law enforc-" He paused, growling...

Scowling he would interrupt, "Religious zealots?! I would rather hang myself than deal with the dogma of Catholism and it's lie of Christianity... Although if what you say is true, then I have to ask, why would they consort with us, I know of few zealots in Wing City, one is known as Jean-Paul and he serves the Assassins, there also seems to be a girl known as Daria... They both make it clear they want us dead, so I have to ask what can we offer them and why do they wish to serve us? Surely they can't have all fallen that far?"

Kaiser would cough, an eye raised. "I do not speak of them. I don't even know of them. Nor do I speak of the so called Christ and his sheep. No, I speak of cults. The Order of Mysticism, for one. As for why they would follow us, its very simple. The three motivations of mortals. Money, power, and fear and/or love. Emotion. The Order, to say the least, praises all things immortal, has hundreds of clerics, coffers filled with gold since the dark ages, and historical secrets going back since before the Dark Ages. The companies and law men, its money and fear. Its all very simple, as long as you use the right words, when needed, and kill who needs to be killed, when needed." He would lick his lips, flipping his hair back, almost dramatically. "Some have a way with manipulation, and some do not."

Just then then one of the occupants of Scarlet Devil Mansion would look up, her eyes wide, "THAT'S WHO IT WAS, THAT'S WHO IT WAS, SHE CALLED HERSELF THE EMBODIMENT OF FEAR!"

Having been about to say more Yves would frown at this outburst.

Ember folded her arms across her chest and gave Kaiser a glare, but a small smirk as well.

Alucard folded his legs and sighed. He traced a gloved finger over the lip of his wine glass. The elder vampire grew bored with the proceedings. So far the only interesting things to have happened were the abrupt interruption of the Scarlet Devil girl, and Kaiser devouring the poor sap in the corner.

"I have always found cults to be quite amusing." he sneered. "Christianity, to me at least, is simply another cult that devours itself from the inside. It is consumed by hypocrisy and politics. Ripe for the picking I say!"

Merek groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. He knew he should probably say something to bring order back to the meeting, but how long would it last? Three seconds? This was a chaotic lot. Why were they even bothering?

Lazarus had found his way back into the room,his claw's clicking together feverishly,he had seen Kaiser devour a corpse. The Chaos happening around him and heard all this talk of Cult's and Nations. He didn't entirely care,He was new and aside from that he was on the verge of going insane. It had been a week since he had killed something and the lack of spilled blood was driving his Theranen brain to the edge. The pad on his weapon fizzed to life as he lifted his arm up to show the other's

"Nation's will always rise and fall. All that changes is the blood that is spilled. I will be here to spill the blood, nothing more and nothing less. I care not for your squabbles or your ranking, I am a hunter not a politician." It would read,before fizzing out again and leaving him to stand there in silence,spinning his weapon endlessly after the message had been read, his red eye's even more blood-shot and flitting about the room.

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It was then that a cloaked form materialized from the floorboards beside the group of vampires. The cloaked figure stepped towards their table with a hurried determination. Lord Dracul kept his black hood drawn over his aged face. Silver white hair cascaded from the edge of the hood as his thick boots thunk against the floor. His hands were covered by black leather gloves. A long epee was sheathed at his side, where one hand rested on the wide pommel.

"Herr Kazren." the elder Dracul brother gave the vampire a respectful nod. "I have been searchink fer you." Merek spoke quickly while nodding at Zosimos and Athena.

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The German-accented man lowered into a squat at the table. With a flick of his wrist a nearby chair skidded across the floor and landed beneath his posterior. Merek landed squarely in the seat.

"Zdrastvweetye." he said to the woman in his best Russian voice. Merek turned back to Casren. "Hurr Kazren... Zer are foul sings afoot. Have you seen Greatvader Alukard recently? He has been missink for several days."

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Merek raised a brow at the Greek. "Ja, I heard your exchange, and I believe eet is zee reason he is missink." he turned to Casren. "It is because of zis man's actions zat zee Greatvader has fanished... Kazren... Ver you avare of zee bond betveen zee Hellsing klan and Alukard? Ver you avare zat he vas svorn to protekt zee Hellsing family at any kost. Ver you also avare zat zis man has sired one of zee few Hellsings left in zee vorld?"

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"I am not here to offend, Herr Kazren..." Merek finally spoke, choosing his words carefully. "I merely am statink zee fakts as I am avare of zem... I am avare of zee krime of murder." the Austrian gripped the bridge of his nose. "Zee fakt eez zat Alukard zimply does not kare. If he had been avare of Anamarie's presence, he vould haf not hezitated in killink every last one oof you eef you brought her to harm - efen you, Kazren." he said bluntly. "His loyalty to zee Hellsings vas first and foremost. His power is exponentially times greater than zee last time you have known him, Hurr Kazren. He is capable of so much more... Over zee centuries, Alukard has absorbed countless souls and lives, makink him nigh infulnerable. Alukard vas created to fanquish zee best of fampires."

"But now his chain has been zefered... He eez lost, unzure of vat he eez - who he eez. Vlad Tepes is dead. Dracula is defeated. Alukard is freed from the bonds zat kept his powers in check. He eez a rotveiler vit a broken chain."

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Character Portrait: Driselda Lacopt Character Portrait: Casren Bistreo Character Portrait: Grace Lylac Character Portrait: Merek Dracul Character Portrait: Athena Ivanova

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"Verinotte Hollow," Casren would emerge from nowhere, ten soldiers taking their perimeter around the square. He crossed to the ornate fountain, catching Grace's eye and smiling.

"Do you enjoy the ambiance?" He gestured up Pompoen Path, with it's lanterns and canal, then swung his arm south to point at the fine tavern. "I do believe we can find refreshments in here. Daemala's side project, now hiring as I hear!" Casren looked around for the Dracul, betting he had already arrived and was enjoying some blood wine. Maybe.

"Shall we?"

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Merek strode along with the group. He was largely silent, gloved hand stroking his silver white head. The Dracul's mind was occupied by his father, Alucard - Dracula - who has been missing for several days. All the Austrian could think about was the repercussions of his powers being unleashed. What would the collateral damage be? How many people would die? What would be the motives of this new incarnation of Vlad the Impaler?

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Casren placed down the glasses and Daemala uncorked the wine, pouring deep ruby liquid.

"Merek, I understand your concern," Voiced Casren as he settled in with his own glass of blood wine. He shifted one towards Lord Dracul.
"We must trust that Alucard can handle himself, and keep all avenues open awaiting his return."

With this, Casren took a deep drink of his glass, while Daemala rattled off some information from the label.

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Merek accepted the glass and picked it up with a gloved hand. "It eez not zee Count's velfare zat I am vorried about... It eez zee kollateral damage. Zee last time Alukard changed into zis form, over zree million people died. Zis new Alukard... Dracula... Vatever!... Vee do not know vat eez goink to happen. One sing is for certain, hovever. People are goink to die."

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"I cannot be zertain vat he vill do, but I doubt he vill choose to be completely aligned vit zis faction. After all, I believe zee actions of Zosimos have greatly offended him. You see... Zee entire purpose of his identity - Alukard - vas to serve zee Hellsing klan. His pover has grown incredibly strong under zer kommand. Zer kommand also kept his pover in check. Zey bound it in place. But, now zat Anamarie has released him, zee identity Alukard is vitout purpose, and his povers have been unchained. He vill change his persona into zomethink vee do not know - like he did from Vlad to Dracula, or from Dracula to Alucard."

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"Perhaps..." Merek sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "As it pains me to say, it eez fortunate zat you encountered Anamarie before he did. If Alukard had met her, and she kommanded him to help her, he vould have. Under zee vill of zee Hellsings, he vould be villing to kill Zosimos, you, zee Detente, and even myzelf and my ziblings. I believe zee only reason zat zee Detente still exists eez because Nosforatu Alukard believed zee Hellsings to be extinct. If he knew zey still existed, he vould have to act on his sole purpose and mission as Alukard... Zeerch and destroy." Merek smirked.

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"Ja..." the German-accented man replied before taking a sip of his wine. "He kould proklaim an all-out var against us, or he kould forsake us kompletely... No vay to tell for certain. All vee do... eez vait."

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The Austrian fencer sat alone at the large table. His elbows braced against the surface, holding up his aged forehead. Merek had woken with a start and cold sweat drenching his white hair. After venturing to the balcony for air he descended into the Room of Reason - lost in thought.

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Casren quickly strode into the room, flinging his cellphone across the table. The screen shattered on impact: Casren had forgotten the damned table was stone, and that the damned phone was fragile. Of course, ten guards took the perimeter like always.

"Merek!" Casren exclaimed, having had followed the scent trail to this Dracul. "I've things to discuss with you, regarding Alucard."

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Merek slowly lifted his head from its perch and looked at Casren. His face was paler than usual, and his eyes were fatigued and bloodshot. He released a drawn out sigh.

"Ja Herr Kazren..." he said in his characteristic German accent. "As do I... Last afternoon I had a dream - a fision."

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"You don't say?" Casren was fully intrigued, flopping into a chair with a scowl at his phone.

"I've sounded the alarm, alerted the necessary authorities: Alucard should be found sooner than later, and placed under proper care until he can learn to control himself," at least, Casren hoped. He sighed, twice, the feeling wonderful. "Tell me about your vision."

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Merek smirked. "Perhaps zat vill vork... if he vants to regain kontrol..." he clenched his gloved fist. "I vas standing at zee bank of a river - a river of blood and fire. Bezide me vas zee Greatvader, Alukard, in his uzual red get-up. He looked at me and gave hiz karacteriztik sneer. Alukard zen stepped into zee river..."