Bloodlines of the Night

The End of Night

Location – Above London: The Last Zeppelin

Time – 04:01 AM

The Millennium fortress floated above the ruins of the city, casting a long shadow over burning spires and bloodstained streets. The zeppelin was torn, limping, but still operational—just enough to launch one final, twisted act.

Inside, two missions ran parallel—each crucial to the survival of humanity.

Alucard stood on the top deck, coat flaring in the wind, facing Schrödinger—the boy with the cat ears and a smile that shouldn't exist.

"You can't kill me," Schrödinger said cheerfully. "I exist everywhere… and nowhere."

Alucard just smirked.

"I've devoured millions of souls. You think your little trick scares me?"

"You can't kill what never dies," Schrödinger whispered.

"But I can become what you fear most… certainty."

They clashed.

Reality bent.

Alucard lunged, fangs out, claws tearing space itself. Schrödinger laughed, shifting from place to place, never in one spot, not truly. His blood wasn't real. His body wasn't stable. He was a thought—and thoughts don't die.

But Alucard wasn't attacking the body.

He was hunting the core.

Inside Schrödinger's Mind – The Void

Suddenly, Alucard was surrounded by white nothingness. A dreamspace. Schrödinger floated above, curled like a cat.

"This is where I live," he said. "Not a place. Not a time."

Alucard grinned, fangs gleaming.

"Then I'll drag you to hell myself."

He opened himself—every soul inside him screamed—and he let them go. All of them. Decades of collected life, gone in a storm of shadow and fire.

The paradox shattered.

Schrödinger gasped—real, for the first time in his existence.

"You… you made yourself finite…"

Alucard stepped close, eyes glowing with a terrible red.

"And now that I'm real… you are, too."

He fired a single shot.

Bang.

Schrödinger's head exploded.

David's Mission – Death to the Brain

Inside the lower decks, David moved like a ghost. Silver pistols in hand, blood smeared down his side. Alarms blared, flames crawled up the walls, and the entire zeppelin listed to the right.

He kicked in the final steel door—and there stood the Doctor.

Surrounded by tubes, machines, and half-grown monsters in vats.

"You're too late!" the Doctor shouted. "My final weapon is nearly—"

Bang. Bang.

David shot him in the knees. The Doctor screamed, collapsing.

"No speeches," David said, reloading. "No last chances."

He walked up, placed the barrel to the Doctor's forehead.

"This is for all of them."

Boom.

The Final Confrontation – The Major

David turned—and there was The Major, sitting calmly in his observation chair, sipping wine, watching the destruction unfold.

"Brilliant, wasn't it?" the Major said. "War. Beautiful, perfect war. You came all this way… just to stop the music."

David didn't speak. He just aimed.

The Major chuckled. "You have no love for war, do you?"

David's voice was quiet.

"No. But I love ending monsters."

Boom.

The Major's body fell limp, wine spilling across the floor.

The music stopped.

Aftermath – Silence Over London

The zeppelin cracked in half. The explosion was seen from miles away.

Victoria, Integra, Anderson, and the remaining mercenaries looked up from the battlefield as fire bloomed in the clouds.

A single black shape landed on the rooftop near them—Alucard, smoking, drained, but alive.

David appeared minutes later, bloodied but walking.

Victoria ran to him.

"You did it?"

He nodded once. "It's over."

Alucard looked out at the burning skyline.

"No," he said. "It's begun."