Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Dance Of The Dead ❯ The Man In Red ( Chapter 1 )

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT in any way profit from this story, nor do the characters belong to me. All creative rights belong to Kouta Hirano, but since I'm using manga elements, they belong to Kohta Hirona as spelled on the manga cover. The name Erzsébet Báthory, is in no way mine. She was a real person; I am just borrowing her image for the story, and the historical research from her life. Anything in my story that has happened in real life is purely a coincidence. Any club named Dark Days out there is also purely coincidental to my imagination.

 

A/N: Hiya, again, just reposting the chapters because I do have a beta now…for those of you who might think I'm abandoning this story, fear not!...oh god…horrible music on TV...kill me..now... Anyhoo, yeah it's just taking me a lot longer than I thought to finish this story because Through the Looking Glass is a lot popular.

 

Chapter 1: The Man in Red

 

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Alucard sat at a booth on the second floor of the club, watching everything and everyone go by with little interest. A black trench coat covered most of his form; underneath the jacket was a completely white suit, a black dress shirt, matching tie and shoes.

  

His long midnight hair drifted behind him, and his sunglasses tinted with a dark shade of grey. The most unusual thing about the lone man was that he wore white gloves with some sort of alchemy ruin on them. 

 

The loud music was hurting Alucard's sensitive ears; this had to be one of the most embarrassing times in his whole mortal and undead life. Going undercover to watch some foolish vampire get his kicks, what a waste.

 

~+Flashback+~

 

Alucard phased through the floors of the Hellsing mansion, he stopped in a large room. The floor looked like chess board made of black and white marble, and at the end of the room was a large heavy mahogany desk, and a woman seated at it. The woman had long blond hair, blue eyes and glasses. Her outfit was an olive green, and the under shirt was pure white. The suit look like it belonged to man rather than a beautiful woman such as herself, but she lived in a man's world.

 

 “You called, master?” Alucard said smoothly, giving her a mocking bow.

 

Integra glared at her servant, “A string of murders has taken place in the area of Hoxton.”

 

“And what does that have to do with me? I am a vampire, not a detective.” He said, with an irritated tone. Alucard walked to the portrait of her father, a blank expression adorned his features.

 

“I was getting to that, Alucard. These homicides are unusual in manner, two holes on the side of the neck of each victim and drained of all blood, and messages written on the wall. They're written in Romanian. Further more, the murders happen only at dance clubs, raves if you will. This person knows when we're coming and disappears right before we arrive. None of my men have been able to track this FREAK that is if it is a FREAK. This is why I called you here.” Integra said while pinching the bridge of nose as if she had a headache.

 

Alucard hated conversations like this, always meant he'd have to do something he would dread, like follow a moron around. “Than why did you call me…? Maybe it's because you enjoy my company?” He said, still aggravated, but kept his cool by letting a smile hide his annoyed thoughts. Integra switched her gaze to the computer screen.

 

“Like I said, my men couldn't track this vampire down. This is why you're to hunt him down for me. You will go under cover and go to the club called `Dark Days' every night until he arrives, and once he does report back to me. Also, at that time, you will not be staying here at the mansion. I will have your coffin transferred to a hotel suite.” Integra paused for a moment, “I will only release your powers to level three that is all you will need for this FREAK, maybe even less. There will not be any feeding on people either; Walter will get you your blood packs, understood?” Integra said, again looking at Alucard, his still back turned to her.

 

“Yes master.” Alucard turned around and bowed to her again, then he started towards the wall ready to open a portal, she stopped his movements. “Alucard, I did not dismiss you yet.” She said, whilst pulling out a cigar and lighting it.

 

“The police are investigating this same case, so do not let them notice you. I'm sure you'll run into a constable or two, so leave them alone.” Taking a long drag from her cigar, she blew smoke from her nose and continued, “I would like to finish this before they get their hands on the vampire and chaos ensues. Work quickly and try not to be wrong about the vampire, I can't have you destroying any innocent human-”

 

Alucard tilted his head in a sardonic manner and said, “You doubt my power, Integra?”

 

Integra sighed, “No, but I know you Alucard. I highly doubt you care about anything besides yourself.”

 

Alucard put on a hurt expression, and a hand on his chest, “You wound me, master. What would make you think of me in such a manner? I will destroy the vampire filth, that's what I am here for. My job hasn't changed over the years. However, I will enjoy his death to the fullest.” He said, grinning like the Cheshire cat. Integra smiled a little, but as soon as it was there it was gone.

 

“What you do to the FREAK does not concern me, just don't make too big of a mess. Oh and you will be leaving tonight, change your clothes and go to the club, leave everything else up to Walter. You can go.” She waved her hand in dismissal. Alucard bowed again and left the room silently.

 

~+End of Flashback+~

 

It had been two dull weeks since Integra assigned him to this mission, and here he was, watching the hormonal teens dance and do drugs, wasting their youth to that poison going through their veins, and the smoke made him want to gag. The air was thick with lust and alcohol, all their hearts beating loudly in his head, leaving him woozy. Yet he remained calm, scanning the crowd every so often. A waitress walked over to his table, swinging her hips as she walked, disgusting him further. “Would you like something to drink, sir?” Her voice too high pitched for his liking.

 

He looked her up and down, and she blushed in return, “No, my dear, I am fine.” He said smoothly. The young woman walked away, again waving her hips. Alucard looked away from her and to the floor below. Spotting a young woman sitting at the bar, alone. Her long smooth legs dangling from the metal stool, she wore tan shorts, a hot pink tube top and a green scarf. Her shining blond hair in pig tails. Black eyeliner and sparkles coated her blue eyes, her lips a dark shade of red. White sneakers covered her small feet; she was moving them back and forth in anxiety. He hadn't even noticed her before; perhaps it was because she was too innocent for a place like this…She didn't belong here.

 

Alucard noticed a young male walk towards her and offer her a drink. She declined from what he could tell, well she did already have something to drink. Alucard watched her reaction to the man, she knew he was coming; she even looked annoyed with his presence as he stalked towards her, why did she suddenly seem so happy? `I will never understand humans.' Alucard thought with a sigh. He could smell the death coming from that guy, the stench of the FREAK chip inside his body.

 

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Seras sat at the bar starring at her glass of water, every now and then glancing around the club. She'd been assigned to get information about the suspect at the local clubs, but to do that they needed someone to go undercover. What better person then the girl who looks like a child? (Minus her chest.) It'd been a couple of days since they decided for her to do this.

 

`It's because I look so innocent, that's what he goes for.' Seras sighed.

 

She was just about to leave when she caught notice of a guy walking towards her; he was about six three, clad in a black suit, in fact, everything on him was either black or grey. His hair was a dark shade of brown and nicely cut, his eyes were unusual green. All in all he was a very handsome man, probably about twenty five? He definitely fit the description, but for now she was only to get information. `God I hope it's him.' She thought, putting on a fake smile.

 

“Can I buy you a drink, miss?” He paused, sizing her up. “Excuse me; I forgot to tell you my name…That was rather rude of me, no? Just call me Gordon. What is this beautiful lady's name?” He said, his voice sounding gentle.

 

Seras pretended to be flattered, okay, she was, but she kept telling herself she was just pretending. “My name is Seras, and I'm okay with only water, thanks for the thought though.” She said to him loud enough so he could hear her over the thumping music.

 

“Ah, only water my dear? Don't you want something… more potent?” Gordon said, smiling again.

 

“No thanks, I don't feel like getting smashed tonight.” Seras said sweetly, but she looked away from him. Someone or something was watching her, the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end, and for a moment her head hurt, intensely, the pain dulled down after a few seconds. Seras turned around and looked straight towards the second floor. Alucard raised his glass filled with some sort of red liquid, as if he were getting ready to make a toast. Grinning at her, which made her even more jumpy than she already was. She quickly looked away from him and back to her drink.

 

Gordon reached out and put his hand on her bare shoulder, Seras jumped at the contact. “Are you okay, miss?” He asked, faking his concern.

 

“I… I'm fine.” Seras said, looking at her water once again. “Would you like to get out of here?” She put on a sexy smile. His smirk looked like it would break if he did it anymore.

 

“That would be fine with me. Let's go.” Gordon hooked his arm around Seras' smaller arm and led her out of the club.

 

Alucard watched them leave and followed them by disappearing through the shadow covered wall behind him, while changing into his preferred clothes. “This should be interesting.” He said quietly.

 

Seras walked side by side with the suspect. For some reason she was rather anxious, her gut told her something really terrible was about to happen.

 

Gordon led her into an ally just behind the club, and stopped at the dead end. His whole demeanor changed within seconds, Gordon then shoved her hard against the cold brick wall, knocking the air out of her lungs. Seras fell to the wet cement on her knees, holding her midsection.

 

“I want you to know, that I will enjoy your cries of agony…and you will scream for me.” Gordon's voice was no longer gentle, venom spilled from each word he spoke. Seras grabbed her holster, but her gun was missing, she glared at him.

 

Gordon held up her gun swinging it in front of her, just out of her reach. “Looking for this? Now that wouldn't be fair if you had this on you, now would it?” Gordon said, as soon as he looked at her again she had swung her fist in his direction, but he caught it before she made contact with his jaw.

 

“Oh, the kitten has claws. I was about to give you back your little toy…You should learn to play nicer, bitch.” Gordon growled at her, “Bad kitty.” He moved his index finger back and forth in front of her face, in a disapproving manner. He kneed her in the stomach, sending her against the wall again, cutting a sizable wound on the top of her head. The wire in her shirt breaking, leaving no communication between her and her comrades.

 

“You see, I am stronger than you, and you just can't beat me. You're just some pathetic human, and there's nothing you can do about it.” He paused whilst looking through her wallet, “Ah, a cop, huh? What fun!” He threw the wallet at her. Gordon picked her up by her throat and held her against the wall, bruising her soft skin. Her feet no longer touching the ground.

 

A loud crackle of thunder sounded around the two, and it started to rain heavily, the droplets hitting them hard and stinging the cut on her head with each drop.

 

`I don't want to die!' Seras began to panic and grabbed at his hand holding her throat. Blood started to drip from her head and into her eyes, making it hard for her to see. Then she heard it, she heard that booming voice that would save her life…Well sort of.

 

“I think you've had enough fun.” Amusement evident in the mystery voice.

 

Gordon quickly turned around, pulling Seras with him and holding her in front of him to as some sort of shield.

 

“Leave! This has nothing to do with you!” Gordon screamed at the person within the shadows. The person walked forward, he was in a crimson duster, red tie, and a charcoal colored suit underneath. His oversized hat shadowed most of his features, except for his orange tented glasses, which covered his eyes. His raven hair floated around him, like it had a mind of its own.

 

Alucard smiled, Gordon gave an annoyed look in response, “I hate going after filthy trash like you. Nothing more annoying than someone making a cheap copy of a true midian, you're a disgrace!” Alucard walked towards the two, pulling his gun from a pocket inside his duster. Gordon tightened his hold on Seras, she moaned in pain.

 

“Don't take another step, if I die, she dies with me.” He grinned; Alucard paid no attention to his pleas, but instead focused on the girl…Angry at Alucard for ignoring him, Gordon quickly pulled out a knife and stabbed Seras in the stomach, the blade sliding right into her and cutting various arteries.

 

Alucard used the time it took for the FREAK to stab Seras to aim his gun and shoot Gordon in the head. His body turned to dust seconds before it hit the ground, the ashes spread across the cement on account of the wind and rain.

 

Seras hadn't noticed the man in red kneel next to her, “Are you a virgin?” He said quietly, but loud enough for her to hear. Seras could barely talk, and wondered why he'd ask such a thing at that moment. Was he going to rape her? Blood trickled at the corner of her mouth.

 

“Answer me!” Alucard barked at her.

 

 She nodded her head slowly; he smirked at her, as if his smile could get any wider. He put his head near her neck, and licked her skin, then bit into her flesh. Seras made a small yelp, the pain was dull, tears ran down her cheeks. As soon as the pain had appeared it was replaced with pleasure. Her body felt cold, but not from the rain, but because he was draining her dry. Just when she thought she would die from blood loss he stopped...not that it mattered either way.

 

Alucard didn't remove his glove, but lifted his sleeve and sliced open his pale wrist. Dark blood dripped from the wound and onto her face. As soon as she could see the blood she pulled his pale arm close and drank. He laughed at her eagerness; he watched her drink from him, her eyes changing from crystal blue to crimson. Alucard pulled away before she had too much. If that happened she would die from the potency of it, she needed time to get used to being a vampire.

 

Seras' eyelids felt heavy, her body told her it was time to sleep, but she wanted to see more of this man she felt strangely close to. Soon enough she started to drift off into the dream world. Before she was completely out she heard his laughter again, oh how evil and intoxicating it sounded.

 

Alucard picked up Seras, putting one hand under her knees and the other under her neck. He opened a portal in the side of the building, and disappeared once again.

 

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A/N: AHHH! This was so very short. x_x Hell, sorry about the shortness. Recently I've been getting into writing too much at a time.