Disclaimer: Hellsing is owned by people who are not me.

 

Authoress note: I have changed Van Hellsing to Van Helsing as many people pointed this error out, for which I thank them and apologize once more for this error.

 

Warning this chapter is a quiet a bit longer than the others.

 

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Water dripped from his damp hair down his back, causing his clean clothing to become slightly wet, he ignored this however and relished in the sensation of being clean, all clamminess gone, dirt and grime rinsed from his skin.

 

He lower his crimson eyes to his clothing, clean and surprisingly well fitting almost as if made for him . . . but why would Helsing make him clothing. He shrugged the question away with the strangeness of this situation he wasn’t going to let a little thing like this bother him.

 

A rap on the door pulled him from his thoughts and he turned as the dark oak door opened, Van Helsing stood looking at him, the look in his eyes was the same as he remembered, fear was there but it was minimal, the dominant emotion was some sort of wonder and respect, like a man observing a lion through bars.

 

He cast his mind back to his capture, while all others had feared and hated him Van Helsing had been fascinated by him and had seemed to enjoy the hunt as much as he himself had. Once again he was pulled from his thoughts by Helsing.

 

‘Come we have much to discus’ and just like that Helsing turned and walked away.

 

He was surprised at Helsing’s actions; this man had no or very little fear of him. Intrigued the vampire followed the human. He was lead to a rather plain door but he stopped, something was amiss, there was a power in this room, a power different to his in many ways but similar in some. The creature in this room had power over the dead. The vampire hissed quietly through his teeth and cursed the fact he was still weaker than he should be. He had no love for necromancers, they have a lot of power over the dead and what was he if not dead, he had even heard rumors that some Necromancers had gained the power to control weaker vampires.

 

Helsing noticed his disapproval and smirked

 

‘You think I would or could awaken you alone’ he laughed quietly before opening the doors he spoke to the man inside ‘your shielding is weak necromancer he sensed you’

 

‘I would expect nothing less of him’ was the reply

 

Even more intrigued he entered the room. The necromancer was a small man and was almost shrew-like in appearance. The vampire felt himself relax somewhat and jerked himself roughly he would not be fooled by appearances, especially when he could sense the power this shrew man held.

 

He walked towards the simple desk and so they sat together humans and vampire in the simple yet elegant office, cold blue eyes fixed on scorching red, cold blue turned away first.

 

‘Your associates are not on the grounds’ the vampire paused tilting his head to the side slightly, tasting the air ‘they haven’t been for some time’  an itching sensation began at the back of his mind, he blinked a few times then began to ignore it.

 

‘No’ Helsing muttered ‘they disapproved’

 

‘Of your methods?’

 

Helsing did not reply and it was answer enough, he knew that Helsing’s associates had not approved of the imprisonment they had wanted his death; he could only imagine their reaction to his awakening. The strange itching sensation increased, almost to the point of pain.

 

‘Your . . . breed’ Helsing muttered ‘is more wide spread than even you could realize’

 

‘I highly doubt that’ the vampire clipped Hellsing just continued as if he hadn’t spoken

 

‘We have no definite number as it is increasing ten times over every time we attempt to estimate. More drastic measures are in order’ he poured himself a scotch offering one to the necromancer.

 

The strange sensation was now becoming most uncomfortable, he slid his eyes towards the necromancer and noticed beads of sweat forming on his pale forehead; he smirked now understanding, that shrew was trying to touch into his mind, and with minimal effort he sent a mental jolt down the line which knocked the necromancer backwards off his chair. The vampire smiled.

 

‘You are strong’ the necromancer spoke struggling to rise, just for the hell of it he sent another stronger mental jolt to the sprawled man causing him to cry out, clutching his head.

 

‘You dare’ he spoke, the idea that this human would try to touch his mind by force was . . . disgusting ‘you dare’ he repeated and wrapped metal hands around the necromancers mind ‘to try to touch my thoughts’ the mental hands squeezed the necromancer cried out louder now a thin trail of blood leaked from his left ear.

 

‘That is enough’ Helsing spoke sharply

 

He looked to Helsing and released the necromancer who lay panting on the ground

 

‘I . . . I want to make a proposition and need him to do it, if you kill him I will put you back in that box’ Helsing spat

 

crimson eyes blinked as he thought about this, it was unlikely Helsing could force him back into that velvet prison but if he was correct Helsing had a small army outside, he knew he was weak at the moment, even the small mental effort he had just made had him feeling tired although he hid this well. He did not want to fight anyone just yet.

 

‘Thank you’ Helsing said nodding ‘now, I wish to enlist you aid in the destruction of the daemons you created’

 

He couldn’t contain it, he laughed. Was this Helsing serious? The very idea sent him into a near hysterical fit.

 

‘IN RETURN’ Helsing bellowed over his roaring laugh, he took a deep breath to try and calm himself but could not contain the quiet sniggers. ‘In return you will remain free of your . . . box, we will feed you, cloth you all we ask is your obedience’

 

‘You wish to make a pet out of me, a hunting dog, loyal to your every command’ the vampire shook his head ‘I am no ones dog’

 

‘We will give you power, power beyond even your dreams’ Helsing continued the vampire paused taking this in for a moment, he liked power lusted after it even more so than blood but something was wrong

 

‘You are not telling me everything Helsing, you say words of power yet you do not say how you intend to keep this power under your control’

 

‘Control’ Helsing asked the vampire nodded

 

‘Control is what humans wish above all things, I highly doubt you would trust the word of a daemon . . . in short how do you intend to keep me loyal to you’

 

As if in answer to his question the necromancer, who was now standing set a mental bomb off in his mind causing him to jerk roughly, blinking rapidly trying to drown out the pain, but it is impossible to escape your own mind.

 

He growled low in his throat a sound more animal than human, his muscles tensed ready to leap if the necromancer moved even a finger. He hated the fact he was going to have to use muscle, his mental energies tired, to tired to do any real damage to the necromancer, instead he used his metal strength to put up shields, a way to block any mental advance.

 

‘There is something I wish to show you’ Helsing spoke calmly as if this wasn’t happening ‘something I want you to see before you make up your mind completely, this will be so much easier if you are willing’

 

 

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Their were screams, humans screeched as if the devil himself was destroying there brethren. It was of course not Lucifer himself but merely a low powered vampire, a fledgling nothing more.

 

They stood a little way away, behind a row of armed fighters who were now moving in to dispatch the fledgling. He smiled as he watched this but a small voice was nagging at the back of his mind . . . it was just so . . . petty, why did he not fight those worthy of him, where was his pride, surly performing act like this would lead to only shame.

 

There were to types of vampire, the elders who held honor, respect and power. They were noble creatures, creatures above humans better than humans a separate race altogether.

 

But then there were these vampires like the one he watched now, they were scum, no better than rats they were like sentient ghouls. They drew attention to themselves bringing danger to all vampires they were nothing more than a simple mindless threat that had to be eliminated for the survival of the rest of the race.

 

He had dispatched many of these creatures before, cleaned out whole groups of them. Vampires are territorial creatures, when ever one of these scum entered his domain he destroyed them, groups of them at a time. When he moved from place to place he destroyed them. They took away his food source, brought attention to his existence, and brought danger that could easily have been avoided. They were vermin.

 

Were these the creatures multiplying out of control that Helsing had spoken of?