Clashing Calamities

You Shouldn't Play with Dead Things
When the last sun-rays of the day kiss the heathland, that's what the town drunks come out to play. On the Summer Island of, nighttime was a blessing. Like a deep breath of air after nearly drowning at sea, the night granted the people port city a second wind. Shops and taverns were opened till early the crack of dawns as merchants made most of their money throughout the night festivities.

As other children who looked his age were at home enjoying the freshly cooked dinner from their mother, a blonde haired boy wandered throughout the town with a box. "Moisty Tavern...Moisty Tavern...Moisty Tavern" he repeated under his breath, in search of the merchant bar. After swiveling his head side to side as he attempted to discern each store's name, he eventually found the place. "Found ya!" he chanted joyously, as he walked in.

The tavern was filled with dozens of people. Hookers trying to make ends meet through many tourists, the classic drunks already on their fifth drinks, the arrogant meatheads always looking to pick a fight, the restaurant had them all. Navigating through the crowd, the blonde-haired teen eventually made his way to the bar.

"Three bottles of Vodka, Four Bottles of Rum, One bottle of tequila, Eight bottles of your best Sake, and as much Ale as you can spare." he read off his list to the bartender who hadn't even greeted him yet. "And mixers! Lots of mixers!" he remembered as he leaped up to his seat.

The bartender could not help but smile. "How bout I start ya off with some milk first, ya hear." she told the lad, her accent was quite strong. She quickly served the boy a glass of fresh cool milk. "So who got ya runnin' all their errands. family, works, or are ya a slave?"

"You got it wrong, lady." he responded after chugging down his glass of milk; leaving a white line above the top of his lip. "This is for my tavern. I needed to stock up before going on my next voyage."

"Oh, really?" she responded with a hint of doubt in her voice. "And what is the name of ya lil bar?" She questioned, playing along with what she believed was a lie to talk with girls.

"The Undead Tavern!" he spoke proudly.

The bartender dropped the bottle of milk in shock. The music and laughs ceased for a moment as people search for the cause. "Your good!" she announced to the customers, as the liveliness picked up again. After cleaning up her mess, she looked directly into the boy's eyes. "You can't be serious?!?!?"

"As serious as a Marine Admiral." Alucard said with a pure smile on his face.

She still wasn't certain but she could not help but offer her praise. "You guys are like the biggest seagoing tavern in the world? Is it true that it's on top of a giant pig?!?" she had so many questions, but one topped the rest. "What's yer name kid?"

"Alucard...Helsing V. Alucard" he told her truthfully, though the name did not generate a response. The two would go on to talk for an hour or so. Drinks were shared and toasts were made. After a while, other men began to grow somewhat jealous of the child who had seemed to have won the heart of the well-liked bartender. And in due time, the bar's largest man walked up to Alucard.

"You're in my seat!" he told Alucard, attempting to intimidate him into moving.

"Oh..a..m I?" he questioned, his words beginning to slur for the alcohol.

"Leave hem alone Dante!" the bartender told the man before Alucard could say anything else.

"Oh I do..." Alucard attempted to speak before being cut off by the now enraged man.

"So, this is your type?!?!?" he yelled, killing the atmosphere completely as he lifted the boy up by the collar of his button-down shirt. "You into little boys with little wangers?"

"Let him go!!!" she demanded, infuriated yet somewhat scarred for Alucard. The man had a long history of starting a fight and beating his competitors to death. "Put him down!"

"Okay!" he responded before launching Alucard, head first at the cement wall. Upon clashing with it, Alucard was lifeless.

"I can't believe ya did that, you hear!" she yelled, as tears dropped from her eyes. "I'm calling the Marines this time!" she told him, rushing to her. Lifting up the microphone, she waited for an operative to respond.

Grabbing her by the wrist, the large fellow attempted to take the snail away from her. But at that moment, an insufferable killing intent emerged in the tavern. The smell of fear quickly arose from everyone's body and not a single person could move. The air grew especially thin, making it even harder to breathe and yet due to their petrified state, they couldn't struggle.

The bartender slowly and fearfully gazed her eyes towards the source of the murderous intent, Alucard's body. "Aluc..." she tried to speak, but before she could even finish his name, her head sliced off.

"Such pitiful creatures..."