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[zimon66]

In a nutshell while Luke was dead, Jan got resurected by Alan (Necromatic Holy Paladin) and later taken to New Orleans. Jan later tried to rebel and got killed by Alan. Luke was (for reasons unknown) recently resurected by Alucard. Elder Valentine goes to New Orleans looking for Jan, finds him dead, brings him back and that's were that storyline currently is.




My mind is awhirl - from the moment I found myself very much alive on the outskirts of the Hellsing ground to now.

I don't understand why Alucard (who else could have done this but the one who killed me) did this.

I don't know what happenned to Jan - he's alive, I could sense it, but he wasn't at home at the apartment we shared in London.

Some checking of various things later - activity on his bank account. Mostly minor and off/on, not the signs of someone stealing. The transactions are occuring in one place, far away in the US.

Using connections, I was able to confirm it was him - there was no mistaking little brother in the bank's surveilance photos.

Why would he leave home, why didn't he pack, why was nothing put into storage, why would he go to New Orleans, why is his cell phone cancelled, does he know what happened to me, was he being held?

Taking care of things at home, plane ride, checking into a hotel, finding the bank, using vampiric sense to follow the trail.

I could sense him easily enough but that didn't mean I could zero in on his exact location. There was the flitering out all the other many life forces (Thank the Gods it wasn't Mardi Gra, I would have been quickly crippled with a pounding headache) also I didn't know the area.

It was a slow process, using his life force as a beacon while I navigated thru the Carrollton district. But soon it became easier and his light brighter as I got gradually closer to him. Soon I would be able to 'call' and once he got it, I would....we both would be able to quickly zero in on one another's locations.

Just as I finally got close enough to 'call', his light went out.

In a panic, I went thru the the last place where his light shown, street by street, searching, my senses streched out desperatly to pick-up something....anything.

Passing a vacant lot, with the remains of a burntdown house, a couple of junked cars and much trash, I smelled fresh blood....the scent was all too familiar.

He'd been dumped behind one of the cars, out of sight of passerbyers (not that anyone would be willingly hanging around on this rundown street).

Dropped to my knees next to my little brother's body. To be so close and to loose him, the wounds that looked minor yet killed him, and his eyes....what the hell happened to his eyes??!!

When human, Jan's eyes were light hazel. After getting chipped, they turned yellow-gold (the better to match the piercings and eye hat emblem, we use to joke). What stared sightlessly up at me were black, not a dark brown that looked black (like mine) but solid black. I couldn't tell were the iris ended and the pupil started.

It was looking at his eyes that alerted me to 'something' - I felt an alien pressance like a rapidly fading aura about his body.

Couldn't stand it, this 'thing' didn't belong and wasn't leaving fast enough for my liking. Don't know why but instinct drove me to put my hands on him over his heart to drive it away.

Felt my energy coursing down thru my arms, I have no idea what I'm doing, but it's working that alien pressance is leaving.

Grief is making me hallucinate....or am I really feeling a heartbeat?