The long hard road out of hell

The tree's were hanging high over Iramasha island, the shadows being cast along the ground, what remained off the sun being covered by dark clouds as it slowly descended below vision; night time was about here. There wasn't a person in sight, which was a good thing. Alucard had been walking for miles on end, his feet beginning to blister; he had been walking all day, since the break of dawn. The people around this sector of the Iramasha island were so rowdy, but when it came to night time a lot of them stayed in doors. Many of the residents knew, the night was Alucard's territory. Everyone was too afraid to commit a crime in the demon and devil sector of the Iramasha, they knew Alucard patrolled these areas; he was infamous for doing so.The sun had finally gone down, the dark skies still remaining as the moon shown through them illuminating the surroundings. Alucard stumbled onward, his vision forward almost as if he was drunk. His feet were slipping out from under him every time he walked, his pure balance was off. He wasn't wearing his usual red hat, either, which was strange for Alucard. He continued to stumble, reaching a tree, he knelt down onto one knee and started breathing heavily; the thoughts that were rushing through his head... it all felt too familiar.

Alucard grunting, his breathing got heavier as he finally fell down to both knees; his body finally taking it's toll. Grasping his head, Alucard let out a scream of agony. What was going on with him? All of this pain on an immortal being wasn't right, what was happening? Voices. Voices rushed through his head, the souls of the dead, the people he's killed, running through him trying to claw a way into his mind. He would not allow this. This only happened ever so often, but it effected him heaps when it did.

"My head.... GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HEAD.... ALL OF YOU...."

All these voices, his own thoughts and those of the people he's consumed, rushing through his mind. He couldn't stop it, he felt agony coming on at every point. It was horrible, he raised to his feet once again, taking a few more strides before finally; he went silent. All of the voices leaving his head. He fell to the floor, head wrapped up in his legs, his long black hair flowing over his face and the front of his body, Jackal and Casull falling out of their holsters in his big red jacket and landing on the ground in front of him. Tears ran down his cheeks, tears... tears from Alucard. This was not a normal sight at all. There was something strange about the tears, they had a dark red tint, not a clear watery kind of tint to it. When Alucard cried... it was blood. Blood leaked down his face, his eyeballs feeling with blood as more of his own thoughts rushed into his mind... thoughts about why he did what he did, why he chose to be so immortal; blessed with this curse of not dying. It pained him, so much.

Slowly, the vampire lifted his head up; to spot a young family watching him about 30 metres away. He gritted his teeth as the blood from his own eyes ran into his mouth. He spat, blood going up with the saliva. His teeth were gritted hard, showing menacing sharp teeth with blood enclosed around them and soaking into his hair.

"WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?"

He raised Casual up from the ground in front of him, aiming it at the family, his hand shaking. The family quickly fled, knowing they shouldn't stay around. Alucard lowered the gun, dropped it by his side and kept weeping. More tears of blood kept rolling down his face.

"I... I can't handle this... I can't do this any more... why me...."