Its never over.

"Hmm-" He'd be appreciative of every fragment of information he could gather ere seeking out this presence. New spawn drunk on their newfound abilities was, unfortunately, something Alucard had come across numberless times in his long existence, and one had to nip it in the bud before it got out of control; be that through talking down or slaughter, it was truly up to their own ability to find their rationality again.

"Abandonment is common these days. Dangerous- but each have their own morals and standpoints. Lack of responsibility is... rife within the community. Bloodlines are... each known for a particular trait or two, depending." If one could call it that- Alucard attempted to keep out of the politics of it all - he'd no time for it, better things to be doing for a greater good as opposed to aught else.

"It has been easy to observe... there were but only a handful of bloodlines when I was turned. Nowadays-? Countless." But that information did naught to progress his current task any further and thus Alucard shuffles on his feet, attempting to contemplate his next move. Mayhap simply seeking out this force was his best bet, but he didn't particularly want to spook the being and have him or her flee.

"Ha, you some new overlord ever since Dracula went into hiding? Tough luck trying to get new allies out of this one."

Lo and behold, a giant furnace erupted from the church just as he said his final words, a inferno springing up , blue, white, black, the fire became multi colored the longer it goes on.

"What the....oh dont' tell me its magic fire."

It is clear to Alucard that his newfound company thinks him far more vicious than he was, a characteristic he did not share with much of his bloodline nor those even akin to him. He was no terrible monster, not to those he thought of an innocent - but he could be more than a problem for those that stood in his way. Depending on situation, he altered what he needed.

"Family heirlooms." Not entirely a lie - the coat belonged to a distant Belmont ancestor and the blade he had so lovingly forged was constructed of various relics. "I'm not here hunting, no-- but I did hear there would be a hunt here this eve, especially after words travelled regarding a recent village being burned to the ground and entirely consumed but only recently."

There comes a pause as Alucard stands to his full height, acidic honeyed eyes concentrated upon the silhouettes of rooftops ahead.

because sometimes Ratko be a gossipy little bit- sometimes. It do be like that when your middle age and came from a era where entertainment, especially for those in the lower class was very very limited.

"It some newly made vampire that gone crazy with power, whoever their sire was... must have been strong since he can make fire." some vampires turn into mist, some vampires turn into the moon. but to tamper with fire of all things?

"Fucking fire."

There comes a calm adjustment to the line of his honeyed gaze, the vibrance of his eyes reminiscent of a wild wolf. To stumble upon others of various bloodlines was not entirely uncommon, especially in the expanse of the countryside where villages fell to attacks on a weekly basis; thus he finds little interest in the sudden, unknown company.

"Black, gold. A fancy sword that size, but that doesn't matter, you here to take part in the hunt or are you here for a different sort of prey? ... Or are you one of Varney lackeys."