He had followed her, clear out of London and far past the river Thames. A reserve of concern and respect, the only creature to have captured entirely the attention of the No-Life King; Alucard. Pallid white with bloodstained hues had caught his aged attention from the very beginning. A bizarre sense of purity continued to permeate around her, despite the staggering body-count that lurked in her shadow.
Twenty-five years it had been, since the Battle of London. Two and a half decades without even the faintest presence of the former Count. Truth be told, it disturbed him. Yet his own displacement was nowhere near the depleting hope and grief o
Desmond couldn't be sure, but he had the distinct impression that sometimes, just sometimes, Shaun didn't always say what he meant.
He'd always put it down as Shaun being the delightful, British asshole he'd always been. But lately...
Shaun strode out into the courtyard, stretching out in the night air. Desmond smirked, appreciating the line his stretching form made, until the ever-creepy Doctor Who Theme tune rang out noisily from his back pocket. Desmond grimaced as he cut the tone short, answering with a curt "Hello?"
Whoever was on the other end was stupid enough to make Shaun rub at his forehead in exasperation. "Well, that's a very b