Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Fare ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

In this time of need, he let go. He relinquished control of his body to his instinct, and, like an observer on the sidelines, he watched the battle unfold. Blood spilled everywhere, all over the ground, all over him. A maniacal grin crossed his face. His crimson eyes flashed as moonlight poured down on him from behind the thick clouds, illuminating his blood-soaked figure. Laughter echoed in the street he stood on. He barely recognized it as his own. Finally, when his enemy was gone, he forced into submission the torrent of his lethal survival instinct. Running a hand through his silver hair, he cast his gaze to the sky. The fog of bloodlust in his eyes disappeared. Blood dripped from his clothes, his hands, his face, and as he began absently licking blood from his hand, he pitied any vampire that was not enjoying a moment like this. With a small smile, Malakai wiped the street that he had turned into a battlefield clean of evidence. And then, without any further thought on the matter, or even the slightest tinge of regret, he walked away. Such was life. Or, un-life, rather.