Being ViciousThe lights flickered in the long metal halls of the zeppelin, the generator failing under the fires that had broken out from the earlier strikes by the Vatican. Heavy booted footsteps echoed throughout the halls.Being Vicious
Another hat had been found. A replacement coat had been found. All these things were at hand, well prepared. The young vampire’s broken body lay on the floor, reunited with her lover. All was going as planned. Somewhere in the control room, Sir Hellsing was opening a door, with the thought of impaling the Major on the sword. She did not realize that
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_//LEMONTEA||MORE.ADDICTIVE.THAN.HEROIN_+''
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All flesh is as grass, and the glory of man is as the flower of the field,
because the grass withers, and its flower falls away.
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Andrew Martin: I would rather die a man, than live for all eternity a machine. To be acknowledged for who and what I am, no more, no less. This has been the elemental drive of my existence, it must be achieved, if I am to live or die with dignity.
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