Hellsing Fan Fiction / Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Darkened Life ❯ Chapter 1

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

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(Thoughts)


Chapter 1


(This is probably the most boring day off I've ever had,) Seras thought as she walked down the street. It was just past noon, and she still had the rest of the day a head of her, and she had absolutely nothing to do. "Would a little excitement be too much?" she asked to no one.


Suddenly she noticed something going on in front of her, some people stopping to watch a young man stumbling along the sidewalk. "Normally I would consider that weird myself," Seras said. She took a good look at him, and an old memory from years ago sprang to the surface of her mind. She knew that man, even if she couldn't quite put her finger on it.


She watched him at a safe distance. There was something about him that made her know that she knew him, if she could only see his face, but that appeared to be facing the ground. Finally the man stumbled down a vacant alleyway.


She went after him then, making her pursuit as discreet as possible. When she approached the alley, she peered around to make sure he was still walking, not hiding there waiting for someone to pass by so he could jump them. She saw him a few yards away, still stumbling along.


(It's a little early for the drunks to start coming out,) Seras thought. That was how the man looked to her, walking wise. She walked slowly behind him, making sure that if he turned around at any given moment, she would have some place to hide. She watched as he neared at a shaded area by a building. He leaned against the wall, breathing hard.


(He seems like he's in pain,) Seras thought.


The man tried to start walking again, but stumbled and fell backwards. His back hit the wall and he slid down to the ground, unconscious.


Seras gasped and ran over to him, forgetting any danger she might have been running into. As soon as she got up to him she knew he wasn't human, but she also remembered who he was.


(After all these years,) she thought. (You come back to England now, and like this.) She moved his hairs back away from his face, and then whispered, "What happened to you, Bakura?"


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His head pounded. He felt nauseous too. (It's exactly how a hangover is described,) he thought. (But I don't drink, I never have.)


He was in a limbo of being conscious and unconscious at the same time. He could think a little, but he couldn't wake up. (I can't remember anything. First I'm walking home from Tea's place, and then I'm wandering around in the streets in more pain than I can remember.)


He tried to open his eyes, but he was too weak. (What happened to me?) He heard a door open and someone walk in. (That's it, time to wake up!)


He used his remaining strength, and his eyes snapped open. At first he thought he was in a bedroom, but then he noticed that the room was made of stone. He noticed to figures to his right move, and bolted up into a sitting position.


An aging man stood next to a young woman. The woman was dressed in a sort of uniform. That's when he noticed a third person, standing in the back of the room, dressed mostly in red.


"He's awake," the woman said.


Bakura backed to his left, and met with a wall. He could feel his headache coming back, and the nausea, but he was too afraid to feel either of them.


"Where am I?" he asked. "Who are you?"


"He doesn't seem to remember you, Police Girl," the man in red said, amusement in his deep voice.


"Very funny," the woman spat back at him. She turned to Bakura, "I know you don't remember me, it's been quite a few years since we've seen each other."


"I don't know you," Bakura gasped. He scrambled to the other end of the bed and jumped out. "Who are you? Tell me."


Just then the door to the room opened. A blonde woman with an air of power around her walked in. When she noticed him, a gun appeared out of nowhere and was pointed right at him.


Bakura yelped in fear and backed into the wall.


"Sir Integra," said the older man, "I don't think that's needed right now."


The woman eyed Bakura for a few seconds, and then put her gun away. "A poor excuse for your kind."


"What are talking about?" Bakura asked. He couldn't believe how hard he was shaking. First he wakes up not knowing where he was, and then some woman points a gun at him. This was definitely not his day.


"Uh Bakura," the red headed woman said. "Perhaps you should sit down."


"Tell me who you are first," Bakura said. "I won't do anything you ask until you do."


"All right, all right," said the woman. "Calm down, you don't want to get all worked up in your condition."


"Could you please answer my question?" Bakura asked again, trying to stop shaking.


"Okay then," the woman replied calmly. "My name is Seras Victoria, does the name ring a bell at all?"


Bakura thought for a moment, it did sound familiar. "It's familiar," Bakura answered.


"My father knew your father, he was a police officer," the woman continued.


(A police officer,) Bakura thought. He was trying to piece it together, surprising since his head pounded and he felt like he was about to lose whatever was left in his stomach.


His father had known a police officer in London, but what did that have to do with anything? He remembered the man had a daughter, she looked like this woman, but she had blue eyes, this woman didn't.


"Didn't you have blues eyes?" Bakura asked her.


"Oh," Seras answered, "Well yes, but...something happened." She smiled at him, "Well, at least you remember me." She turned pointed to the older man, "This is Walter." The older man nodded to him. Seras then turned to the other woman, "This is Sir Integra Wingates Hellsing. She owns this place, so be respectful."


Finally she turned to the man in red, "And this is Alucard."


Alucard grinned at Bakura, "So, feeling a little better?"


Bakura shook his head. He felt just as bad as before, worse now, since he had been standing up. He felt so horrible that he just wanted to die right there.


"Now why would you want to do that?" Alucard asked.


"Stay out of my head!" Bakura yelled at him. His mind being read was nothing new to him, being controlled by that spirit had been that and more.


"Leave him alone Master," Seras said to Alucard.


"Why did you just call him that?" Bakura asked.


"Because he's my master," Seras answered. "He made me who I am now." She noticed his confused expression through his pain. "I'm a vampire now, and you appear to be one too."


"I'm a what?" Bakura asked, not believing what he heard.


"You're a vampire Bakura," Seras answered.


All Bakura could remember after that was shaking his head, and then passing out.


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Author's Note: Okay, I put up the sequel without getting any replies from you guys if you wanted it or not. I hope you enjoy it. Review me and tell me what you think. Please do not flame me, I got a very nasty flame for this story on ff.net and I didn't work on this story for three months afterward.