Alucard Secret of Serenity Part 1

Alucard Seeker Of Serenity  Part 1

Chapter 1

The Dilemma

Alucard slowly searches the faces in the room, taking in every wrinkle, sagging flesh, vacant eyes, smiles and tears.  Some faces are round, young and smooth while others are lined from the ravages of age and disappointment.  He has never before sat so close, for so long, to living human flesh.  It is so exciting that he is tingling all over.  His usual pattern is to choose his prey, swoop down and dispatch the poor creature as quickly as he can.  This was second nature to him, what seemed to be an involuntary action.  But over the millennia something had changed in him and he had begun his search for some small amount of humanity.

The small room has very bad lighting and has seen better days.  The walls that had once been some type of off whiter were now gray and streaked from moisture, cigarette smoke, filth and the passing of time.  The bare, dust covered bulb that lights the room is dangling precariously from a semi-exposed wire that sparks and snaps each time the wire sways when anyone enters the room.  The window on his right is boarded up, after being broken out and the cool, night air softly whistles through the cracks in the board.  The floor is covered, in places, with a dirty, brown well-worn carpet.  When Alucard had walked in he noticed that the carpet would stick to his feet in various places around the room.  The table that everyone was sitting around was patched together from two or three other tables and when anyone leaned on it  it would rock.  It was covered with names and words scratched into its surface.  Alucard started to read some of them;  Candy, For A Good Time Call 536-2004;  Carl, Just Out Of The Joint, 536-1883 and much more of the same.

On his right say a young, buxom blond who kept coyly smiling at him and tossing her long, blond hair back over her shoulders, every chance she got.  The odor that rose from her unwashed body was somewhat intoxicating and at the same time repellant to him.  A foul smelling old man sat to his left.  The smell that flowed from his was of decay and death.  The urge to leap up and take them all was almost unbearable.  But, what choice did he have but to sit here and hope he had finally found an answer to his dilemma. 

For what seemed an eternity, he had been roaming the earth plucking up humans like grapes from an arbor, as many as he wished.  Like grapes some were used for foot immediately, the blood from many others was stored and saved for times when it was difficult for him to acquire the necessary blood and still others were crushed, broken then nonchalantly tossed aside  merely for his pleasure.  Treading through and over the bodies of humanity, devouring many but most were just destroyed to convince himself, each and every day, the he was indeed the most powerful thing in the Universe.  Literally gorging himself, night after night, on human blood.  Many nights his clothes and body would be saturated with human blood, dried and imbedded in his pores.  The blood had seeped into his skin so deep that in places it looked as if he were made of rust.  The thrill had left him long ago for this blood sport, but he thought he had no way out, so he continued. 

A week ago he had found an old weathered, blue book which seemed to have a course of action that might indeed relieve him from his solitary existence.  Places where he could go and be welcomed, if only he had the desire to stop drinking.  The book was being clutched tightly by a middle-aged man in Lapine, Oregon while Alucard was dining on him.  As Alucard dropped down upon the helpless creature the man turned and looked Alucard straight in the eyes and started changing a prayer, which Alucard learned later was the Serenity Prayer.  "God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference."  This made Alucard very angry and he grasped the man's throat in his long fingers and slowly, to cause the most pain, crushed it until the hapless victim passed out the released his hold so the man would become conscious, sputtering and spitting, literally gasping for his last breath, the he would squeeze his throat once again.  This game went on for some time until Alucard tired of it and literally tore the man's head from his shoulders and then tossed his latest victim aside.  The book fell to the forest floor with a thus as the poor creature crumbled onto the soft, matted forest floor.  Some of the arterial spray from his latest victim obscured the book's title.  When Alucard retrieved it from the forest floor that was carpeted in juniper needles he quickly lifted it up to his mouth and cleaned if of the fresh, delicious covering of fresh blood.  It was an innocuous looking book, nothing special to look at but Alucard found it intriguing that it was so used and worn, obviously of great interest to his latest victim.  Alucard had nothing better to do, the sun would soon be up so he picked it up, took it to his resting place and proceeded to read from it.  The book was extremely worn, tattered, may passages were underlined with notes written on almost every page and the spine was broken from so much use.  The state that the book was in intrigued Alucard.  What could be so interesting to a human that they would read it so intently?  Alucard knew of this world's many different religions and beliefs, none of those had relieved him from his obsession to kill.  Maybe this one would.  From the moment he started reading the small blue book he could not put it down, he was utterly captivated by the promises it held.  The man must read the book over and over because many of the pages were dog-eared and passages were underlined and notes taken.  In the first reading Alucard had read only the passages that were marked but was so consumed by what the book promised that he started over and read every word slowly, savoring what he had discovered.

A few days ago he had found a local meeting directory and a worldwide meeting schedule for this program.  Also, there was a hotline where someone could be reached at any time of the day or night.  Alucard's most difficult time was the middle of the night when everything was still and quiet and all he had were his memories and thoughts to keep him company.  This was a very dangerous place for him to be.  Many a night he had already made use of the hotline and spoken with many caring individuals about how to stop drinking.  He was overjoyed that these meetings were literally everywhere, every corner of the earth and every time of day and night.  If nothing else it would be an easy way to obtain victims.  So many of the people coming into these rooms were drunks, drug-addicts, transients, isolationists, and living off the grid, so society would not care what happened to them and might even be overjoyed that they were gone.  It had been becoming harder and harder to get away with the amount of kills he needed to make.  It was up to at least ten adults a night.  On some nights when his desire for blood consumed him he lost count at how many humans he destroyed.  But in a few days Alucard would read or hear about a mass killing and memories of the carnage and death he had perpetrated would start to come back to him.  These memories used to be exhilarating but now they caused him much pain and regret.  The almost instant access to information worldwide was because of the news organizations having almost immediate contact to global stories due to the internet and computers.  It used to take months or even years for news to circle the world, now it happened in a matter of seconds.  He had found relief from this through illegal blood bank organizations.  Blood banks had to destroy AIDS, Hepatitis or other types of infected blood, but these diseases had no effect on him.  He got this tainted blood very cheap, no questions asked.  This took care of most nights.  He had a very large supply of this blood hidden in a cave nearby and in many other places around the world.  But, the drive to kill was still there and sometimes he could not control it.  That is why he was coming to these rooms.  The promise that through this program and working a few step he could be free of this affliction is what had drawn hi into this program of action.

He had not chosen his life, it just was.  There was no beginning and seemed to be no end.  Or if there was a beginning, it was so far back he could not even remember it, before any type of recorded time.  Bits and pieces of memories would seep through his blood soaked brain.  The feeling of floating, not in any type of body just as soft, warm, gossamer, web of life.  He didn't know what he was floating in but it was so dark and devoid of any light.  From time to time he would accidentally bump into another life form.  By the time he realized the collision the other was gone.  The loneliness he felt during this time was almost all he ever thought of.  He began to formulate another being in his mind, someone to keep him company.  This being had no form at first, just intense colors of red, blue and tan.  Slowly the colors began to take form.  The top was flowing red, down to the middle of the creature.  Blue orbs shone from he misshapen head.  Most of the creature was light tan.  Then he began to see what was around him.  It was if he were in a darkened cave, daggers of illumination slicing through his surroundings.  Sounds began to drift towards him from some unknown source.  At the time he didn't know what the sounds were but now he realizes they were of nature, on Earth. While floating through this changing landscape of darkness and illumination he was transported to Earth.  The journey was very painful and long.  Whatever made him up felt like it was going to explode at a cellular level.  His physical form was changing drastically.  His vision was becoming increasing better and more refined.  What used to splotches of color were now taking shape and form.  He would glimpse four dangling appendages from his body.  What surrounded him during this episode were sharp flashes of light, dark and severe painful colors.  He wanted so to shut out what he was being forced to look at but he had no eyelids at this time, so the agony went on.  When the pain became too great he would recede into his mind and think about his vision, his companion.  She was taking such a beautiful form.  Her beautiful, fire-red hair hung down to below here tiny waist.  Her perfectly shaped, huge breasts protruded from her slim rib cage.  Her thighs extended from her slim and shapely hips.

Continued in Alucard Seeker of Serenity  Part 2