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Blutige Hochzeit

Who: The Major, Integra Hellsing, Alphonse Delacroix, Schrodinger, Rip van Winkle, the Doctor, Alucard, Amestrian officials, Church officials, and everybody else
Where: Cathedral in Imperial City
When: Nearing the end of Spring Court
What: Integra and the Major's wedding
Warnings: Hideous unions

Spring Court was a time where many couples came together for their unions. Having a wedding around this time would ensure prosperity and happiness for years to come. But not all couples were fortunate enough to be able to schedule their marriages during this week-long event. The Major's wedding with Integra Hellsing was a political union between the Church and Amestris. It wasn't a surprise that his could bypass much of the necessary bureaucratic channels. The Cathedral had seen decorations move in and out like a storm in these past weeks. And now, it was currently decorated with the colors of the Spring Court in one end as well as the colors of Amestris in another. The wedding was a public affair as personally requested by the Major himself. Anybody may enter the cathedral, talk among one another, and indulge in the comestibles set about on tables. The wedding would soon begin in time.

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The bride and groom weren't allowed to see each other until the wedding started. That's why the Major was in a separate room, sitting and dressed in formal Amestrian garbs. Despite how nervous most men usually were during these large occasions, the Major was hardly that. He was comfortable, leaning back on his chair with a wide grin on his face. The man was positively ecstatic at what was to come. Everything has gone according to plan and undoubtedly, the Hellsings would act just as he wants them to.

"The time has finally come to draw the curtains up. We have prepared a show that the audience will neither expect nor forget. I cannot promise to share my life in the vows that I will soon speak. Till death do us part, however, is still quite appropriate. This will not be a union of husband and wife, but of two blood enemies.

We will kill and kill until there is only one left standing. Only then do we part. And I could not have asked for anything more than that!"

Char is mingling with any of the other noble guests.

"So, how drunk should I be before the service, do you suppose?" he asks lightly.

Finally, it has come to this. The Vampire King had meditated as to how this scenario was going to go and today is the day of the ill-fated event. He mediated and fantasized under the moon, the stars, the sun, the rain, in the woods, at the bars, and wherever he can etc. It has been months and now, everything is about to unravel splendidly for this one moment.

That morning, he was prepared and ever ready for action. All dressed in his red duster, his pair of orange sunglasses, and his floppy broad-brimmed hat. His leathered black boots was brushed until it shined. His guns are locked and load. His fingers are restless.

He waited until afternoon to take the initiative. On the way to the church building where the wedding will take place, he bought a bouquet of fresh blood-red roses. The roses smelled lovely and sweet.

Once the church is close enough in his sight, he lowered down his Restrictions Seals to Level One. Level One is high enough power to be sensed by any vampire soldiers within a close-distance vicinity…if the Major invited his vampire henchmen to be as back-up guards at the wedding. Integra could also sense him coming too. The Seals Bond they shared was silent until it was humming, alive and beating like a pulse. The thread of their seals strummed like a string.

She knows she is coming. Didn’t he kept his word that he’ll come for her?

Out of his being, he summoned his familiar and totem, Baskerville, the Hellhound. The monster dog with six red eyes trailed after his monster, hungry to devour his foes into it’s abyss of its hungry belly. Also out of his being, his dark tendrils of shadows with multiple demonic red eyes.

Together, both Master and dog walked up the front steps of the church. It was way too quiet outside. The sun is still shining. The sky is clear blue without a cloud in sight. The birds are singing their song for spring. All of that changed when Alucard used his shadows to emerge the building into complete darkness. A sense of dread and horror can be felt by the guests inside.

Alucard, in this state of his power, also summoned the storm clouds and a violent torrent of rain and thunder came crashing down to symbolize the raging tempest of his wrath.

Alucard can also hear the priest officiate the wedding from the inside and is finishing up his speech. When the priest came to the part where he ask Integra, “And would you take the Major to be your lawful husband?” It was then and there that he raised his foot, kicked down the door with brute force, and the door came crashing down with a resounding smash. The wood splintered, the hinges flew, and he walked over the thick double doors to enter. When the panicky guests turned their heads toward the door, they would see a storm came pouring down, a blood-thirsty vampire carrying a bouquet of roses, and a large freakish looking hellhound.

He cannot enter through a door unless invited. All is silent as both vampire and hound waited at the door until the No Life King opened his mouth with crazed red eyes, craving for blood lust to say:

“Master! This is your vampire, your servant Alucard! I have come for you! Command me! What is your intent?”

"If you like to sleep through this, maybe as much as you want." Wearing his army force uniform, Souji wasn't too far from Char.

Integra, thankfully, was in a room far away from the Major's. A few women flitted about, helping the bride to be into her dress and helping her put on her veil properly. They seemed pleased and cheerful, unlike the bride who remained silent and stoic for the most part.

Dismissing them, Integra turned to stare at her reflection in the mirror. She never once in her life ever thought of herself as a suitable bride for anyone, nor did she think she'd ever see herself in such an elegant gown. After today, she wouldn't have to wear one again... and that was very good.

Quietly, she dropped to her knees and placed her hands together, bowing her head and closing her eyes to say a quiet, quick prayer. Not for herself so much, but for everyone else, the innocents that would be involved.

][ ooc; http://upload.ecvv.com/upload/Product/200801/C2007517234851675869_Bride_Bridesmaid_Wedding_dresses_Gowns_Evening_dre.jpg the dress and veil lolol 'cause i'm too lazy to just add it as a link. ][

How time flies. The time for this match made in Hell had come, and it was time to get this over with. As the music started and the doors to the Cathedral opened. Two women, younger than Integra, walked down the aisle first, pausing only to curtsy politely to the Major, and then they took their places.

Soon enough, Integra was making her way down the aisle herself, very much alone for she had no father or family members to accompany her. She had her head held up high, and looked as cool and calm as ever, as though she didn't care about this. Inwardly, though, she was a bundle of nerves; not because of the marriage, oh no. Because of what was about to happen.

Stopping in front of the Major, she had to fight the urge to narrow her eyes at him, although the expression she gave him was one that clearly read 'let's get this over with.'

The man was wider horizontally, but shorter vertically compared to Integra. While the moment at hand could not have been remotely intimate to her, to the Major, everything that was taking place was like a comedy. His lips stretched across his face and his cheeks were positively glowing. He waited up the aisle and faced Integra, caring little to hide that smile of his. Why so eager to finish this, Integra? You should savor the moment as much as you can. This is probably going to be your one and only wedding after all.

Finally! Integra could feel the pull of the seals from miles away, and now that she could actually sense and hear her vampire, just waiting to start the carnage that she knew would be coming, was both a comfort and a dread.

Looking up at the doors, she turned away from Delacroix and the Major, not bothering to take a glance around at the startled wedding guests. Instead, she called out to Alucard, her voice loud, clear, and strong in it's convictions.

"Servant! Come in here at once and listen to your Master's bidding! My orders for you are clear and simple -- you are to search and destroy! SEARCH AND DESTROY! Take all of the Major's men and freaks, and those who stand in your way! DO IT NOW!"

Those eyes of his are that of a crazed demon. How much he wanted this. To finally have the privileged to pull the trigger of his gun and shoot and to spill the blood of both innocent and sinners alike. That crazed fanged smile and grin is plastered on his face.

"Yes, as you wish my Master."

However, he didn't block the door. This is gives at least one path for the innocents and cowards to escape.

Rip stood against the wall of the room as her Major prepared. Leaning next to her was her musket, primed and ready for her performance in this mockery of a wedding~. Yes, this would bring the bloodshed she craved, the beautiful symphony of screams!

The huntress couldn't wait for her bullets to fly, to maim and kill the many innocence in attendance~.

"I cannot vait mein Major~. Zhis opening act vill bring forth zhe greatest opera to ever cross zhe vorld stage. Und zhe bloodiest~."

Among the many soldiers attending, the No Life King would find one that was familiar. One he had encountered recently. Rip was very much in attendance, located in a balcony over seeing the ceremony.

She felt the dread wash over her just as the shadows darkened the once cheery hall. The sound of a door crashing open signaled the start of what was going to be a beautiful symphony of bloodshed~.

With her gun loaded and ready, she took aim. Her target~ The bride to be.

Ever loyal, ever beloved Rip.

"This is the dawn of a great age, Rip! The dawn of a global war, a war in which we will fight in two fronts: the first at the side of our Fuhrer in his path towards the throne and the second against the vampire, Alucard. A downpour of blood is but one of the things we can expect from either of our battles."

She was estatic~! Rip listened intently to her glorious leader as she reached for her gun, cradling it and petting the barrel as he spoke. Yes, this was going to be the dawn of the greatest age this world has ever seen!

"To zhink, zhis var vill start vith zhe happiest of occassions."

Integra was not a fool. She knew that the Major had a few sharp shooters in his little Freak show menagerie. The most obvious place for one to be sitting would be in the balcony, naturally, and so she glanced up, eyes narrowing defiantly at Rip.

Not wasting time, the heiress kneeled down and... reached under her gown, where she'd strapped a certain antique pistol to her thigh. Standing, she immediately aimed right back at Rip, and did not hesitate to fire!

The Huntress grinned when she was spotted. Did the bride recognize her~? Was she shocked? Rip watched Integra to see if there was any sign of recognition. After all~ She did help with trying on dresses.

Her shot rang out moments before Integra's. Bullets raced towards their targets, but who had the better aim~? Or more specifically, who had the better reflexes.

Upon his Master's orders, Alucard threw away the bouquet of roses to reveal two of his handguns - Modified .454 Casull and the black Jackal. Both are locked and loaded. He took aim and open fire upon his targets. His shots are not random. He used his vampire sight to tell who is the real enemy. The innocent people ran for their lives the shoot-out begins. Some aren't lucky in the crossfire and were dropped dead.

Alucard looked up to see a familiar woman on the balcony...isn't that Kasper that he met on Spring Court? He's mildly surprised that's she from the enemy faction all the long. He frowned, but Integra is more important to him now and the fight continues.

To protect Integra, he ordered Baskerville to go to her now and act as her shield and take in most of the damage from Kasper's bullets. The Hellhound ran fast down the aisle to protect the beloved Master.

Rip would notice that the expression on Integra's face never changed. There was no shock, although there was recognition in her eyes. She didn't care, though.

Baskerville ran towards her, and he managed to nudge her out of the way -- unfortunately, it wasn't enough to completely take her out of the bullet's course.

Rip's bullet hit her right in the shoulder, and because of this, Integra's aim was off. Rip got lucky, her bullet flew right past her face. That really hurt... of course, it wasn't going to stop her.

Taking a few steps back, Integra had to pause on her pursuit of Rip, instead taking aim and shooting a few of the Amestrian soldiers who came at her, and once they were down, she began firing at Rip again!

A grin graced her features as she saw the bullet hit. Not quite on the mark, but close enough. Now where did that dog come from?

The shooting below her drew her attention downward. There she spotted someone familiar. Someone she had met recently! Card? She tensed a little, the grin on her lip falling slightly as her eyes studied him.

So he belonged to the enemy. Rip was the first to glance away and prep her gun once more. It didn't matter, she had a job to do. There was bloodshed to be had and she would carry out the task her Major gave to her with the utmost care! Personal feelings didn't matter at this point, only the hunt.

As for the bullet that struck Integra, it was still going. It drove through her shoulder only to arch around for another hit.

This is exactly the kind of thing Bruce had been hoping to avoid. Not only is he at a wedding, an event he's never been comfortable with, but it's the wedding of a sociopathic madman to a woman who, whatever her sins, probably doesn't deserve this. He's generally keeping to himself, and not actually drinking very much.

A hand flew to her shoulder to attempt to stop the bleeding. As calmly as possible, she merely glanced back at the bullet as it came back around. The Hellhound growled and stood firmly in front of Integra, allowing the bullet to sink into it's flesh with little more than a grunt.

Rip's bullet had done a number on the heiress' shoulder, it would most certainly leave a nasty scar in it's wake. She'd never seen bullets like that before. Dropping her hand from her wounded shoulder, she leered up at the huntress. Baskerville snarled, pacing in circles around Integra, prepared to help her out again if needed.

When it came to this fight, even Integra knew this one may have been a lost cause. Integra's bullets were blessed, but they were not at all like the ones Rip had. They'd do damage, and if she hit Rip in the heart, perhaps even kill her... but they most certainly wouldn't come flying back to do more damage. Taking aim one more time, she narrowed her eyes and fired one more time.

Her bullets were special~. The sight of the heiress' blood made her giddy. Yes~ bleed for her! As the next shot raced towards her, she brought her musket up to fire another one of her own.

This time, she aimed at the dog. The bullet raced forward, impacting with the hound over and over again, piercing flesh and relentlessly pounding the hound.

As for the shot aimed at her, Rip dodged, just barely missing the blessed bullet as it cut though her hair, separating strands from her long locks.

"That would probably be an improvement, but I don't doubt the Major would gladly revise the program to make time to slip a knife in my ribs," Char replies.

Will the smile ever go away? Probably not. Souji closes his eyes to accent his humored looking face, "That's what I'm here for. To snuggle up with if such a thing happens."

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