Disclaimer: The idea and concept of Hellsing belong to
people who are not me.
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The silence that went before the resonating crack of
sound was deafening, the thumping of hearts, none so loud as his own. The
vociferousness of his blood pumping resounded in his ears getting faster and
louder with each breath he took.
The wave of ghouls stopped abruptly as with one last
bang and watery thump the last fell to the ground. Walter found himself
breathing in ragged gasps, if the smell of semi-living Ghouls was bad the
stench of them dead was enough to visibly wilt flowers.
Walter turned as he heard his commanders voice ‘Host .
. . Grade A . . . yes mam . . . thank you’ the commander turned to his men
‘they’re sending backup we just sit tight’
‘sit tight! How do we do that! For how long!’
The commander turned sharply at the one who’d spoken,
aiming a glare, however he was aware of why his men felt this way, he himself
was discontented at the situation they found themselves in.
This mission was supposed to be a simple clean up of
ghouls and a low grade vampire, these men were not the elite troops, they were
still relatively new at this and then out of nowhere this psychotic high
powered Vampire appeared, ranting about the death of his fledgling.
‘Back up will be here in seconds, when he arrives we
make for the church, set up a defense’ The commander snapped harshly the men
appeared confused but only one was brave enough to speak
‘Seconds!? How seconds we’re miles from anywhere and
HE! One!’ the man was panicking and received a hefty slap upside his head to
shut him up. Although Walter was silent the fear that was churning his stomach
was intensifying very fast.
Then the thickness of the air increased ten fold as if
they were standing in a thick mist, Walter recognized it as the same force that
heralded the appearance of a vampire. The men winced as the sound of metal
scrapping metal was heard, Walter glance upwards to the source of the sound.
The cross on the churches spire was contorting as if in agony.
Then he was standing there, he appeared as if from
thin air, Walter had heard whispered stories of Hellsing keeping monsters in
the basement but he had considered it a joke, some recruits idea of a laugh.
For why would monster hunters keep one themselves? But crouching here half
hidden behind fallen rubble he changed his mind. The creature in front of him
was far from human.
Red clad and grinning manically for a moment the
Hellsing pet looked to the commander and nodded once before turning to his target.
The courtyard was silent as the two eyed each other one near hysterical with
fear the other lazily interested.
The arrogance that pulsated out of Hellsing’s pet was
an almost physical force; he did not look like a man about to face a Grade A
vampire but Walter had to remind himself that this was no man. It was moments
before the two dived at each other, movements to fast to watch. A whisper sped
down the lines of men
‘church’
‘Get inside now’ the commander bellowed shoving his
men through the great doorway.
The men scrabbled around running between pews;
shielding themselves for an attack should the two warring monsters enter. The
huge wooden doors were forced shut; but they did nothing to block to noise of
the warring creatures, guns were aimed at the doorway. A thought crossed
Walters mind, these men were terrified, they would shoot what ever came through
that door, be it Grade A vampire or Hellsing’s pet. He wondered why that
thought bothered him.
Walter shivered as some one stepped over his grave
sending tingles down his spine. A shout echoed from outside,
‘The best Hellsing has to offer, they should be
ashamed’
a laugh echoed after it, followed by a screech and
suddenly the doors were blown away as the grade A vampire was thrown through them
in a mass of blood, fleshy pulp and broken wood.
The red clad figure of Hellsing’s vampire entered and
looked down at the sorry mess of vampire at his feet. Many of the men around
Walter retched a few spilled the contents of lunch on the church floor.
Hellsing’s pet was covered in gore, bits of flesh hung
from his coat and hat. In his left hand he held the Vampires knife broken in
half. The vampire on the floor appeared as if some one had put him in an
oversized blender. His abdomen was sliced open and the other half of his knife
could be seen partly embedded in his exposed gut. What could be seen of his
flesh was shredded as if by giant claws, his face was cut and one eye closed,
his hair matted with his own blood, broken wood from the door was embedded in
him, and what was left of his clothing was torn and blood soaked. By all
accounts it should have been dead yet it half lay twitching on the floor.
Hellsing’s pet stood over him quietly laughing, the mauled
creature on the church floor winced and spoke half sobbing its voice like glass
falling on concrete
‘one day . . . you’ll have a child’ it paused to spit teeth
saliva and blood ‘it will die and you will be left broken’
this made the Hellsing vampire laugh louder before he
spoke, his voice deep, calm almost joyful at the situation, how any on could be
enjoying this. Walter remembered more of the stories he’d heard, whispers of
what Hellsing had done to their pet to keep it powerful but completely under
their control, which would have driven anyone to the brink of insanity and
beyond.
‘you allowed yourself a weakness that grew and now it
has consumed you whole, let me send you down its digestive track’
And with those words Hellsing’s vampire pulled forward
his gun and blew a cannon sized hole in the mess at his feet that dusted before
dissipating.
‘caring about a fledgling’ Hellsing’s pet shook its
head in disgust ‘that’s one fate I will most defiantly escape’
~ * ~
Walter smiled to himself remembering that day and
those words Alucard had spoken. His smile widened as he watched Alucard and
Seres.
‘your holding it wrong . . . no like this’ Alucard
snapped before moving behind Seres placing his arms along hers to try and
correct the way she was holding her weapon.
‘But Master I can use my cannon’ Seres almost whined
‘your cannon suits you, but it will not always be
there’ he paused ‘I thought police
trained you in this kind of thing’
Seres shrugged before trying to shot again, her aim
was off slightly Alucard hummed for a moment before a smile widened across his
face
‘Here police girl use this’ he held out his Jackal.
Walter’s eyes widened a little; Alucard was usually most protective of his
weapons. Seres seemed just as surprised. ‘Watch yourself with it though its
powerful’
Walter smiled before turning and leaving, half hoping
the shooting range would still be in one piece when he returned. He remembered
how Alucard had scoffed at the idea of caring about a fledgling; it seemed he
hadn’t escaped that fate.
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Light: as usual I apologize for any inaccuracies and
please review
Alucard: *pleased* you did it! You wrote one where I
don’t suffer!!
Light: oh yeah so I did ^_^
Alucard: it wasn’t that hard now was it
Light: actually I’m not as pleased with this as I am
with my other stuff it lacks something
Please review