A long tower stood alone amongst the ruins of Millenium's devastating 1999 attack. Big Ben, London's famous clocktower had taken heavy damage during that unslaught and was now a mere shadow of it's former glory. It was little more than a blackened and rusted metal skeleton, a memorial to the thousands lost that night. A lone figure stood perched at the very peak of the wreck his red coat billowing in the high winds. Alucard gazed out across the London cityscape marvelling at how no matter how many changes may have taken place, his London, the REAL London still remained. These ashes and bloodstains were not to be grieved over but cherished. One of his memories of his late master. Alucard's grin widened at the thought of Sir Integra that night, her glory, her majesty,....her bloodlust. Alucard silenced his reverie with a sigh and focused at the task at hand. He slowly inserted the spring into the slide, pushed the barrel into place and finally connected it all together at the base. In his hands was an old friend, the Jackal was reborn. For several days he had traced his memories of the mighty handgun and all Walter had told him of it's design.

Procuring the parts and necessary silver for the ammunition had been child's play with the funds he now had access to in the Carpathians. It had come as a suprise to find the descendents of his old servants still alive and loyal. He rammed the magezine into the ebony weapon and cocked the slide. Everything was exactly as he remembered when Walter had first given him the heavy case. Even the inscriptions had been applied to the slide. Despite Anderson's choice to use the Nail, he was the most fearsome opponent Alucard had faced in a long time and his memory deserved to live on in that regard. The No Life King placed the gun into the confines of his trench coat and rose to his full height. He gripped one of the warped support beams and leaned out against the gust. His dark hair flew wildly, unholy mist issued forth from his mouth. He projected his mind outward scanning across London for a certain vampire. No matter how much they may have drifted, he and the policegirl were eternally bonded. Alucard used their link to hone in on her location.

"Ah...she's at the Mansion. I suppose that's no suprise really. That idiot who dares to claim my Master's home probably couldn't be trusted alone for more than five minutes anyway." he scoffed. He furrowed his brow ever so slightly and just like that he was gone utilizing the spacial powers gained from Schrodinger he was immediately standing on the roof of the Penwood Mansion merely by believing he was there. It was high time he collected his fledgling.

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