Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Clipped Wings ❯ Rouge Marionette ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: FoxyBlueQuartz 
First encounters lead to impressions, fear, and bloodshed.
Anime/Manga: Hellsing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror / Supernatural / | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.15.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.8K | Visits: 442 | Status: Completed
First encounters lead to impressions, fear, and bloodshed.
Anime/Manga: Hellsing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror / Supernatural / | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.15.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.8K | Visits: 442 | Status: Completed
Clipped Wings
Notes: Hello peoples! This is Blue Quartz and this is my first Hellsing fic but hopefully not my last. This will be an Integra centered fic so if you don't like her for some reason then you are free to go. Oh and there might be some implied, or blatant, Alucard and Integra, but not enough fluff to develop cavities, hopefully. If you review please be kind. I do not own Hellsing, its' characters, plot, or anything, in any form or fashion so no suing please. Well I think that has everything covered so onward to the fic! Enjoy ^_^
Chapter One
Rouge Marionette
Slowly I lift my head to take a quick glance around my surroundings, taking note that I have not awoken inside my comfortable bedroom but in the center of the air ducts of the mansion. For a moment my mind is a fog as to why I am here. Then in a rush that could rival a tidal wave I began to recall everything that had happened from the other day to the moment that I had passed out inside the air ducts.
Father.
It all happened so fast.
I never, I never expected it.
This is wrong.
He is Lord Hellsing. He's my father. He is strong, devoid of vulnerability in any form; he is invincible, so he can't be dead.
I know that it is better to replace those is's with was and just accept that he was all of those things but not anymore; however it is so hard, and painful, to think about him not being.alive anymore. I shutter to think what is going to happen to me now that he is gone. That is why I am crawling in this air duct like common criminal in my own household. Now I have been told that I am very sensible girl, which is quite true because I don't believe in the bogie man, ghosts, or even fear the threat that I have been taught to annihilate.
Vampires.
That is all Hellsing is about. And being the only child and heir to the Hellsing organization I have been taught that it is my duty to both retain the household as well as run an underground resistance against the undead that plague Great Britain. They devour blood just as the vampires in lore; however on the contrary to the methods of their destruction being as easy as impaling them on a convenient stake or blinding them with the holy light from a cross, modern weapons and tactics must be implemented to ensure their destruction. But as I said before I don't even fear the blood suckers that I have been born and raised to kill. No, I fear for the safety of my life because of a mortal man whom is my relative by my father's blood. Uncle Richard and his loyal goons have been hunting me down since late last night. From my hiding place I could hear them literally turning the mansion upside down trying to find me.
Idiots.
I bet they never thought to look into the air ducts. This blissful ignorance can't last forever though, they will begin to grow restless and check even the most absurd places in the house for me to hide in so if I don't do something now they will find me. If only Walter had been here, he would have never allowed Uncle Richard to get within fifty feet of me, but sadly Walter is in South America. I can't leave the compound for several reasons. One being that if I so much as step foot into the back gardens Uncle Richard and his lackeys will be all over me before you can say "Shit". Secondly I refuse to leave my home. I belong here not my filthy uncle.
I will not runaway and allow him to claim my rightful inheritance. On the other hand I can't take back my inheritance just sitting around here, but what can I do?
Where can I go?
Go to.
Go to.
Of course! I knew that I was missing something! Quickly I arise from lying on my stomach and start crawling on my hand and knees through the air duct as my father's words race through my head. These words had instructed me not to long ago that if I were to ever need protection or an emergency arose I was to go down to the underground prison, inside one of the cells would be where I would find my salvation. Oh God I hope that I can make it before anyone discovers my hiding place. I can hardly believe that I let that piece of information escape me.
All of this could have been over with hours ago if I had only remembered. The air duct continued on for a several more minutes until I find my destination. Right below me is the armory and shooting range, below it would be the underground prison. Sliding back one of the ducts I grasped the edge, gently swinging back and forth for a moment before I released my grip to fall to the floor without a scratch. Up ahead I can see the bullet proof glass that heralds to the indoor shooting range. I spent most of my afternoons here, practicing my aim, which I am proud to admit, isn't half bad.
But this is no time to dwell on that, I must hurry and discover this mystery that father had said would protect me from danger. Racing through the hall as fast as my tired feet will carry me I reach the door that leads to the dungeon. Almost home free. Then I hear the crackle of a shotgun and shouts. Rashly I turn my head to find that several men are following me and leading them is my uncle. Damn! I should have come here sooner! I can't give up though, not when I am so close. Turning my head back to face forward I see the door leading to the prison drawing ever closer but I have to reach it before the next bullet can imbed itself into my person. Another shot is fired but thankfully whoever was aiming at me was a terrible marksman because it missed me completely. My hand finally reached the handle to the door, the cool metal sinking into my hand as I roughly jerk it to open.
"You idiots'! Stop her before." my uncle's ranting voice is cut off by the slam of the door. My hand snaps away from the door as I turn to sprint down the corridor that was used to torment and contain. My eyes glance to the side, peering through the bars of the abaonded cells as I run, hoping that my salvation will jump out at me so that I won't have to waste valuable time looking for it. I receive my answer in the form of a large oak door at the end of the hallway. It looks normal enough from my distance from the door that I had entered but as I draw closer I began to notice that there are strange symbols written in maroon colored paint.
Could this be where father meant for me to go? Does my safety lie just behind that door?
My exhaustion is taxing my body as I try to keep a running pace to the door at the end. The dank air filling my lungs smelling of rot and mold isn't helping either but I refuse to let Uncle Richard win, I refuse to give up when I have come this far.
By the time I am halfway down the hall Uncle Richard and his men have already broken through the door and are chasing me; occasionally bullets fly above my head, one even grazed my right leg causing me to stumble thereby losing valuable ground. At long last I reach the door, but my relief is tainted when I realize that the symbols are not written in paint but.blood, dried blood. God I can't think of that now! I have to get away. I must live. My hand clasps to the handle trying to yank it forward; but whether by rust or a lock on the other end, I can't seem to pull it open. No. No. No. NO! Not when I have come so far. Jesus have mercy on me.
"Have nowhere to run now do you Integra." Uncle Richard mocks as he steps closer to me while his men hold back. My ears are deaf to his words though for the only thing that my senses are focused on is the loaded handgun that he has within his right hand. Behind my back my hands, still clining to the door, visible tremble as my eyes remained on my uncle.
Inhuman.
Beast.
Monster.
He is willing to destroy me just to gain what is rightfully mine.
I shall deny him by living. No matter what the cost, I shall make it out alive. Then pain, horrible pain blossoms on the side of my face as the bullet that I didn't even hear fire nicked the right cheek of my face. I can feel the warm sticky flow of crimson trail down the side of my face as I gaze at my blood relation in shock. He shot me. I knew that he wasn't above killing me, but to have him actually fire at me.
He laughs as if he knows the confusing thoughts that now race through my mind. "Didn't think I would shot a girl?" he replies mockingly as he raises the gun again this time at my heart, at point blank range.
His trigger finger cocks the gun back, the sound echoing in this hallow place. I can think of nothing, I can only see my uncle. I can only hear the last gunshot, his words and now the ready gun; I can taste blood on my lips. Just like the blood written on the door behind my back. Christ I have to try the door just one more time. I firmly set my hands on the handle and force it down. With a click that directly followed the gun cocking I feel the door give way as I push against it.
Without sparing a glance at my uncle and his gun I slip in between the door and the entrance only to trip as I missed the first step. I reached out to grasp the door for support but then my uncle fires. I close my eyes as the while thinking of how I can't die, of how I can't let him win out through my death as pain once again familiarizes itself with my body as the bullet imbeds itself into my shoulder, splattering blood across the steps and the floor. Roughly I land on my side connecting with the concert ground. My eyes flutter closed for a moment but just as quickly I am brought back in time to see my uncle dismount the short staircase to come level with the ground I lie upon.
"What's that? Behind the girl" one of his men question aloud.
I tilt my head trying to see what the fool was talking about only to have my breath caught in gasp. For lying just inches from my head was a corpse wrapped in an old and moth-eaten clothe that appeared to be a straight jacket. White hair matted with dirt and dust sprouts from the top of this figure and trials down to its' waist as inhumanly long and lanky legs stick out to almost touch my head. I can't believe that a body still in this prison since this level has been cleaned out for ages. This is the protection that my father had told me to find?
A corpse.
My uncle laughter causes me to turn my head back to the threat that I must now face alone. He comments on how I now have an escort to the afterlife. I can't turn my head away from the man and the gun, all my attention focused on how to escape, but my shoulder greatly protests and so does my leg, which I think has been broken since I tumbled down the stairs. I am shocked out of my senses by a strange sound. Not the crackle of a firing gun or even the scamper of a rat but more like a.slurping sound.
"What in the hell?" my uncle mutters as he stares pass me and at the corpse behind me so I in turn glance backward to see the once unmoving corpse was bent over; its' arms still penned to the side with the jacket. Its' head bent low covering the eyes as a freakishly long tongue protruded through thin lips.laps up the blood that had been spilled. My blood. This corpse was drinking my blood. Realization came to me in a rush; this wasn't a corpse I was looking at, but a dormant vampire.
'Such sweet blood'
What was that? A voice? Inside my head? Have I gone crazy?
The long tongue reaches out to take in more of the crimson liquid I hear the voice inside my head.
'It has been so very long since my last feast'
The creature's tongue slowly retracts back to it's mouth but not before a single drop of blood falls and stains its' bottom lip. Then it raises its' head and I find myself staring into eyes of red, as red as the blood it had just consumed.
'It is you who have awoken me. It is your blood that I must have' the voice that belongs to the creature confirms as it slowly arises.
It staggers to stand on those ridiculously long legs to walk. At that moment the trance that had captivated my uncle and his men breaks for they pull out their guns and fire at the vampire, while their intended target is forgotten. Bullets fly at him from point blank range; I can hear the ripping of flesh and the slick spill of blood or whatever runs through a vampire's veins. I can see the holes and marks that the bullets make in his skin and yet he still walks, this time his focus lies on them, as if the bullets that hit him are nothing but harmless butterflies. A scream from one of the men breaks and echoes along the spider web covered walls as the vampire easily slices off his face clean off his skull.
Tossing the flesh carelessly aside the vampire opens his large mouth to gorge himself on the fountain of blood as the others continue to fire a rain of bullets at him. The vampire turns to face them; fresh blood splatters gleams off his pale face as he quickly slices through the remaining men and just as eagerly as the first soaks in their blood. My uncle Richard is the only man left standing that is until the vampire rips his right arm clean off his shoulder, as with the others the vampire licks his blood only to spit it back out on the floor right before he tosses my uncle against the opposing wall with a sickening crack.
Oh father, how could you.
How could you seal my protection inside a creature so vile?
With my uncle and his goons out of the way the vampire wastes no time turning his attention back to me. Without thinking I grab the gun that lay in the now limp arm of my uncle. I turned to fire at the beast but he is very fast, too fast. With a slam he has me cornered against the stonewall both of his hands trapping me on either side; the gun in my hands frozen on the trigger as I stare into the eye of the monster that has murdered ten men, not counting my uncle, in under five minutes. His skin is pale and tight appearing against his bones, his silver hair is coated in blood, and his eyes.oh God I can't even look at those horrible, horrible eyes of his.
And yet I can't seem to force myself to look away from them. As I said before his eyes are red, the deepest blood red that I had ever seen or ever wish to see. His mouth is stretched into an absurdly wide grin; showing off his crimson stained teeth and enlarged fangs.
"So.you are the one who has awaken me," the beast says, his warm breath reeks of rot and now the fresh cooper scent of blood.
My only reply to his statement is a raised hand, holding the gun. I hear a low rumble start in his chest as it travels to his throat and escapes his lips in a chuckle. He is laughing at me. The monster is making a mockery of me. This causes my temper to spike. No one, especially an undead freak laughs at Integral Wingates Hellsing, no one. I squeeze the trigger to fire at him but as with the bullets that my uncle and his men had fired the bullet is simply absorbed into his skin. Dear God, I can't kill the thing. I am going to die by the hands of what was supposed to be my salvation.
'Do you really believe that I will kill you? To waste blood that tastes this sweet would be a crime,' the vampire whispers inside my head 'Such a shame that you are merely a human though; but I can easily remedy that.'
"What, what do you mean?" I reply, my hand lowering the useless gun.
'If you drink my blood little girl, I can make you into a vampire. My eternal servant.'
This is an outrage! Me become a vampire! And not only that but a servant to this monster as well! No I would rather die then to become such a disgrace to my family's name. I don't care if this gun is useless, I will keep shooting this beast until all the bullets are gone, so I press it against his temple but before I pull back the trigger I have to let him know the grievous mistake that he has made.
"No! I refuse to become a creature like you! I refuse to serve anyone! I am Integral Wingates Hellsing, and no one is my master!" I growl only to have my voice grow along side my degust and anger until I am yelling at the top of my lungs.
Again he laughs, but this time his mockery is tempered by a different emotion that I can't describe.
"Of course. I expected nothing less from you Miss Hellsing. You are your father's daughter."
With those words he removed his hand from the wall, backing away just a few inches as he bowed his head bringing himself down on one knee. He.he was bowing.to me. I don't understand, one minute he had the audacity to offer me to become a vampire and now he was bowing to me.
"Your orders Lord Hellsing."
I am stunned speechless, now he is calling me Lord Hellsing, even though that will be my title in a few short days I still can't believe that this.monster that had destroyed those men's' lives is submitting to me, a little girl. However my thoughts are interrupted by a shout coming from the pile of corpses across the room.
"No! Hellsing is mine!"
Following the voice I find my ashen-faced uncle still alive and holding another gun in his trembling left hand. He clicks the trigger back firing right at my exposed body, aiming right for the heart. I close my eyes without thought as I prepare for the bullet to hit.but that time never came. For I heard the smack of a bullet being taken into flesh but I did not feel the pain. Cautiously I pried one eye open to find the vampire looming over me, his left arm extended to catch the bullet that should have killed me. I looked up to catch his eye but the vampire had turned his head to face my uncle.
"Your blood reeks! You don't deserve to be Lord Hellsing," the vampire snarls.
'Now is your chance'
'What?'
'Shoot him.'
'But.but I.can't'
'Yes you can.'
'He.he's my uncle! I can't just shoot him!' I pleaded with the beast.
There was a short pause before he replied.
'Yes he is your uncle but if you don't finish him off by yourself than you are not worthy of your title.'
'I refuse to bring myself to his level!' I snap.
'Sometimes the best way to destroy evil is to beat it at it own game. Now shoot him before he can escape.'
I girt my teeth as I watch my uncle panic and arise to the staircase. His back turned to me I raised the gun, my finger locked on the trigger.
'What's your name?' I asked the vampire to get my mind off of the sin I was about to commit.
'My last master called me Alucard.'
My uncle's remaining hand clasped on the door as he fumbled with the tricky door I took in a deep breath as I tried to focus my aim on the frantic man standing at the door.
'Thou shall not kill."
Click.
Notes: Sorry if this chapter wasn't very exciting I promise to do better. I also applogize if I added or excluded some of the diolouge or events because I have only seen Order Ten once and that was two weeks ago so my memory is kind of fuzzy. Please review and be on the look out for more chapters to come since I plan to cover the years between the first meeting and the anime and even the anime. Thanks for reading.
Notes: Hello peoples! This is Blue Quartz and this is my first Hellsing fic but hopefully not my last. This will be an Integra centered fic so if you don't like her for some reason then you are free to go. Oh and there might be some implied, or blatant, Alucard and Integra, but not enough fluff to develop cavities, hopefully. If you review please be kind. I do not own Hellsing, its' characters, plot, or anything, in any form or fashion so no suing please. Well I think that has everything covered so onward to the fic! Enjoy ^_^
Chapter One
Rouge Marionette
Slowly I lift my head to take a quick glance around my surroundings, taking note that I have not awoken inside my comfortable bedroom but in the center of the air ducts of the mansion. For a moment my mind is a fog as to why I am here. Then in a rush that could rival a tidal wave I began to recall everything that had happened from the other day to the moment that I had passed out inside the air ducts.
Father.
It all happened so fast.
I never, I never expected it.
This is wrong.
He is Lord Hellsing. He's my father. He is strong, devoid of vulnerability in any form; he is invincible, so he can't be dead.
I know that it is better to replace those is's with was and just accept that he was all of those things but not anymore; however it is so hard, and painful, to think about him not being.alive anymore. I shutter to think what is going to happen to me now that he is gone. That is why I am crawling in this air duct like common criminal in my own household. Now I have been told that I am very sensible girl, which is quite true because I don't believe in the bogie man, ghosts, or even fear the threat that I have been taught to annihilate.
Vampires.
That is all Hellsing is about. And being the only child and heir to the Hellsing organization I have been taught that it is my duty to both retain the household as well as run an underground resistance against the undead that plague Great Britain. They devour blood just as the vampires in lore; however on the contrary to the methods of their destruction being as easy as impaling them on a convenient stake or blinding them with the holy light from a cross, modern weapons and tactics must be implemented to ensure their destruction. But as I said before I don't even fear the blood suckers that I have been born and raised to kill. No, I fear for the safety of my life because of a mortal man whom is my relative by my father's blood. Uncle Richard and his loyal goons have been hunting me down since late last night. From my hiding place I could hear them literally turning the mansion upside down trying to find me.
Idiots.
I bet they never thought to look into the air ducts. This blissful ignorance can't last forever though, they will begin to grow restless and check even the most absurd places in the house for me to hide in so if I don't do something now they will find me. If only Walter had been here, he would have never allowed Uncle Richard to get within fifty feet of me, but sadly Walter is in South America. I can't leave the compound for several reasons. One being that if I so much as step foot into the back gardens Uncle Richard and his lackeys will be all over me before you can say "Shit". Secondly I refuse to leave my home. I belong here not my filthy uncle.
I will not runaway and allow him to claim my rightful inheritance. On the other hand I can't take back my inheritance just sitting around here, but what can I do?
Where can I go?
Go to.
Go to.
Of course! I knew that I was missing something! Quickly I arise from lying on my stomach and start crawling on my hand and knees through the air duct as my father's words race through my head. These words had instructed me not to long ago that if I were to ever need protection or an emergency arose I was to go down to the underground prison, inside one of the cells would be where I would find my salvation. Oh God I hope that I can make it before anyone discovers my hiding place. I can hardly believe that I let that piece of information escape me.
All of this could have been over with hours ago if I had only remembered. The air duct continued on for a several more minutes until I find my destination. Right below me is the armory and shooting range, below it would be the underground prison. Sliding back one of the ducts I grasped the edge, gently swinging back and forth for a moment before I released my grip to fall to the floor without a scratch. Up ahead I can see the bullet proof glass that heralds to the indoor shooting range. I spent most of my afternoons here, practicing my aim, which I am proud to admit, isn't half bad.
But this is no time to dwell on that, I must hurry and discover this mystery that father had said would protect me from danger. Racing through the hall as fast as my tired feet will carry me I reach the door that leads to the dungeon. Almost home free. Then I hear the crackle of a shotgun and shouts. Rashly I turn my head to find that several men are following me and leading them is my uncle. Damn! I should have come here sooner! I can't give up though, not when I am so close. Turning my head back to face forward I see the door leading to the prison drawing ever closer but I have to reach it before the next bullet can imbed itself into my person. Another shot is fired but thankfully whoever was aiming at me was a terrible marksman because it missed me completely. My hand finally reached the handle to the door, the cool metal sinking into my hand as I roughly jerk it to open.
"You idiots'! Stop her before." my uncle's ranting voice is cut off by the slam of the door. My hand snaps away from the door as I turn to sprint down the corridor that was used to torment and contain. My eyes glance to the side, peering through the bars of the abaonded cells as I run, hoping that my salvation will jump out at me so that I won't have to waste valuable time looking for it. I receive my answer in the form of a large oak door at the end of the hallway. It looks normal enough from my distance from the door that I had entered but as I draw closer I began to notice that there are strange symbols written in maroon colored paint.
Could this be where father meant for me to go? Does my safety lie just behind that door?
My exhaustion is taxing my body as I try to keep a running pace to the door at the end. The dank air filling my lungs smelling of rot and mold isn't helping either but I refuse to let Uncle Richard win, I refuse to give up when I have come this far.
By the time I am halfway down the hall Uncle Richard and his men have already broken through the door and are chasing me; occasionally bullets fly above my head, one even grazed my right leg causing me to stumble thereby losing valuable ground. At long last I reach the door, but my relief is tainted when I realize that the symbols are not written in paint but.blood, dried blood. God I can't think of that now! I have to get away. I must live. My hand clasps to the handle trying to yank it forward; but whether by rust or a lock on the other end, I can't seem to pull it open. No. No. No. NO! Not when I have come so far. Jesus have mercy on me.
"Have nowhere to run now do you Integra." Uncle Richard mocks as he steps closer to me while his men hold back. My ears are deaf to his words though for the only thing that my senses are focused on is the loaded handgun that he has within his right hand. Behind my back my hands, still clining to the door, visible tremble as my eyes remained on my uncle.
Inhuman.
Beast.
Monster.
He is willing to destroy me just to gain what is rightfully mine.
I shall deny him by living. No matter what the cost, I shall make it out alive. Then pain, horrible pain blossoms on the side of my face as the bullet that I didn't even hear fire nicked the right cheek of my face. I can feel the warm sticky flow of crimson trail down the side of my face as I gaze at my blood relation in shock. He shot me. I knew that he wasn't above killing me, but to have him actually fire at me.
He laughs as if he knows the confusing thoughts that now race through my mind. "Didn't think I would shot a girl?" he replies mockingly as he raises the gun again this time at my heart, at point blank range.
His trigger finger cocks the gun back, the sound echoing in this hallow place. I can think of nothing, I can only see my uncle. I can only hear the last gunshot, his words and now the ready gun; I can taste blood on my lips. Just like the blood written on the door behind my back. Christ I have to try the door just one more time. I firmly set my hands on the handle and force it down. With a click that directly followed the gun cocking I feel the door give way as I push against it.
Without sparing a glance at my uncle and his gun I slip in between the door and the entrance only to trip as I missed the first step. I reached out to grasp the door for support but then my uncle fires. I close my eyes as the while thinking of how I can't die, of how I can't let him win out through my death as pain once again familiarizes itself with my body as the bullet imbeds itself into my shoulder, splattering blood across the steps and the floor. Roughly I land on my side connecting with the concert ground. My eyes flutter closed for a moment but just as quickly I am brought back in time to see my uncle dismount the short staircase to come level with the ground I lie upon.
"What's that? Behind the girl" one of his men question aloud.
I tilt my head trying to see what the fool was talking about only to have my breath caught in gasp. For lying just inches from my head was a corpse wrapped in an old and moth-eaten clothe that appeared to be a straight jacket. White hair matted with dirt and dust sprouts from the top of this figure and trials down to its' waist as inhumanly long and lanky legs stick out to almost touch my head. I can't believe that a body still in this prison since this level has been cleaned out for ages. This is the protection that my father had told me to find?
A corpse.
My uncle laughter causes me to turn my head back to the threat that I must now face alone. He comments on how I now have an escort to the afterlife. I can't turn my head away from the man and the gun, all my attention focused on how to escape, but my shoulder greatly protests and so does my leg, which I think has been broken since I tumbled down the stairs. I am shocked out of my senses by a strange sound. Not the crackle of a firing gun or even the scamper of a rat but more like a.slurping sound.
"What in the hell?" my uncle mutters as he stares pass me and at the corpse behind me so I in turn glance backward to see the once unmoving corpse was bent over; its' arms still penned to the side with the jacket. Its' head bent low covering the eyes as a freakishly long tongue protruded through thin lips.laps up the blood that had been spilled. My blood. This corpse was drinking my blood. Realization came to me in a rush; this wasn't a corpse I was looking at, but a dormant vampire.
'Such sweet blood'
What was that? A voice? Inside my head? Have I gone crazy?
The long tongue reaches out to take in more of the crimson liquid I hear the voice inside my head.
'It has been so very long since my last feast'
The creature's tongue slowly retracts back to it's mouth but not before a single drop of blood falls and stains its' bottom lip. Then it raises its' head and I find myself staring into eyes of red, as red as the blood it had just consumed.
'It is you who have awoken me. It is your blood that I must have' the voice that belongs to the creature confirms as it slowly arises.
It staggers to stand on those ridiculously long legs to walk. At that moment the trance that had captivated my uncle and his men breaks for they pull out their guns and fire at the vampire, while their intended target is forgotten. Bullets fly at him from point blank range; I can hear the ripping of flesh and the slick spill of blood or whatever runs through a vampire's veins. I can see the holes and marks that the bullets make in his skin and yet he still walks, this time his focus lies on them, as if the bullets that hit him are nothing but harmless butterflies. A scream from one of the men breaks and echoes along the spider web covered walls as the vampire easily slices off his face clean off his skull.
Tossing the flesh carelessly aside the vampire opens his large mouth to gorge himself on the fountain of blood as the others continue to fire a rain of bullets at him. The vampire turns to face them; fresh blood splatters gleams off his pale face as he quickly slices through the remaining men and just as eagerly as the first soaks in their blood. My uncle Richard is the only man left standing that is until the vampire rips his right arm clean off his shoulder, as with the others the vampire licks his blood only to spit it back out on the floor right before he tosses my uncle against the opposing wall with a sickening crack.
Oh father, how could you.
How could you seal my protection inside a creature so vile?
With my uncle and his goons out of the way the vampire wastes no time turning his attention back to me. Without thinking I grab the gun that lay in the now limp arm of my uncle. I turned to fire at the beast but he is very fast, too fast. With a slam he has me cornered against the stonewall both of his hands trapping me on either side; the gun in my hands frozen on the trigger as I stare into the eye of the monster that has murdered ten men, not counting my uncle, in under five minutes. His skin is pale and tight appearing against his bones, his silver hair is coated in blood, and his eyes.oh God I can't even look at those horrible, horrible eyes of his.
And yet I can't seem to force myself to look away from them. As I said before his eyes are red, the deepest blood red that I had ever seen or ever wish to see. His mouth is stretched into an absurdly wide grin; showing off his crimson stained teeth and enlarged fangs.
"So.you are the one who has awaken me," the beast says, his warm breath reeks of rot and now the fresh cooper scent of blood.
My only reply to his statement is a raised hand, holding the gun. I hear a low rumble start in his chest as it travels to his throat and escapes his lips in a chuckle. He is laughing at me. The monster is making a mockery of me. This causes my temper to spike. No one, especially an undead freak laughs at Integral Wingates Hellsing, no one. I squeeze the trigger to fire at him but as with the bullets that my uncle and his men had fired the bullet is simply absorbed into his skin. Dear God, I can't kill the thing. I am going to die by the hands of what was supposed to be my salvation.
'Do you really believe that I will kill you? To waste blood that tastes this sweet would be a crime,' the vampire whispers inside my head 'Such a shame that you are merely a human though; but I can easily remedy that.'
"What, what do you mean?" I reply, my hand lowering the useless gun.
'If you drink my blood little girl, I can make you into a vampire. My eternal servant.'
This is an outrage! Me become a vampire! And not only that but a servant to this monster as well! No I would rather die then to become such a disgrace to my family's name. I don't care if this gun is useless, I will keep shooting this beast until all the bullets are gone, so I press it against his temple but before I pull back the trigger I have to let him know the grievous mistake that he has made.
"No! I refuse to become a creature like you! I refuse to serve anyone! I am Integral Wingates Hellsing, and no one is my master!" I growl only to have my voice grow along side my degust and anger until I am yelling at the top of my lungs.
Again he laughs, but this time his mockery is tempered by a different emotion that I can't describe.
"Of course. I expected nothing less from you Miss Hellsing. You are your father's daughter."
With those words he removed his hand from the wall, backing away just a few inches as he bowed his head bringing himself down on one knee. He.he was bowing.to me. I don't understand, one minute he had the audacity to offer me to become a vampire and now he was bowing to me.
"Your orders Lord Hellsing."
I am stunned speechless, now he is calling me Lord Hellsing, even though that will be my title in a few short days I still can't believe that this.monster that had destroyed those men's' lives is submitting to me, a little girl. However my thoughts are interrupted by a shout coming from the pile of corpses across the room.
"No! Hellsing is mine!"
Following the voice I find my ashen-faced uncle still alive and holding another gun in his trembling left hand. He clicks the trigger back firing right at my exposed body, aiming right for the heart. I close my eyes without thought as I prepare for the bullet to hit.but that time never came. For I heard the smack of a bullet being taken into flesh but I did not feel the pain. Cautiously I pried one eye open to find the vampire looming over me, his left arm extended to catch the bullet that should have killed me. I looked up to catch his eye but the vampire had turned his head to face my uncle.
"Your blood reeks! You don't deserve to be Lord Hellsing," the vampire snarls.
'Now is your chance'
'What?'
'Shoot him.'
'But.but I.can't'
'Yes you can.'
'He.he's my uncle! I can't just shoot him!' I pleaded with the beast.
There was a short pause before he replied.
'Yes he is your uncle but if you don't finish him off by yourself than you are not worthy of your title.'
'I refuse to bring myself to his level!' I snap.
'Sometimes the best way to destroy evil is to beat it at it own game. Now shoot him before he can escape.'
I girt my teeth as I watch my uncle panic and arise to the staircase. His back turned to me I raised the gun, my finger locked on the trigger.
'What's your name?' I asked the vampire to get my mind off of the sin I was about to commit.
'My last master called me Alucard.'
My uncle's remaining hand clasped on the door as he fumbled with the tricky door I took in a deep breath as I tried to focus my aim on the frantic man standing at the door.
'Thou shall not kill."
Click.
Notes: Sorry if this chapter wasn't very exciting I promise to do better. I also applogize if I added or excluded some of the diolouge or events because I have only seen Order Ten once and that was two weeks ago so my memory is kind of fuzzy. Please review and be on the look out for more chapters to come since I plan to cover the years between the first meeting and the anime and even the anime. Thanks for reading.