Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Fire, Plagues, and Control Freaks. ❯ The Birth of Hellfly ( Chapter 1 )

The present day streets of London, England seemed to be as ordinary as the other well known metropolises. Beneath this average exterior lies an underground war which had thrived for thousands of years. The general masses may agree that many political battles have occurred within the city, but any random individual would be ignorant of the eternal struggle between monsters and humans.

The monsters have been labeled by humans as werewolves, zombies, demons, and lastly vampires. In a deep meaning, it is a person’s actions that determine him/her the rank of monster. In this modern century, the classification and distinction between monster and human is being slowly altered. With this newly-found enlightenment, the misunderstood souls of the undead may find peace with those that accept them.

Alucard of London’s Hellsing Organization is one of those misunderstood souls. A vampire who hunts and kills the true monsters who lurk in the underbelly of London’s crevices. His appearance was especially intimidating to those who should look upon him. He was a tall man who stood at six feet and five inches in measurement. His weight had been difficult to determine, the most educated guess could have been at 190lbs. Despite his foreboding demeanor, Alucard was a well-dressed individual. His clothes consisted of knee-high black leather boots, dark gray pants, white collared-buttoned down shirt, gray vest, red neck sash that had been neatly bound beneath the collar, red trench coat with six golden cufflinks upon each sleeve, white gloves with alchemical symbols stitched upon the backs of the hands, a red wide brimmed hat that rested upon his coal long coal black hair, yellow spectacles that had his golden piercing gaze hidden behind the lenses.

He wandered the streets one night and stopped at a busy intersection to gaze upon the full moon in quiet awe. The fangs were revealed slightly as a grin surfaced upon his angular face. Alucard could not help but look slightly closer in with mild bewilderment since the moon seemed to have had red splotches upon its surface. “Hmmm…” the phrase was uttered beneath his breath in surprise and contemplation. “There will be new blood entering my life. Somehow it is differently special.” he added to his speculation. His nose inhaled the sweet and poignant aroma of passion and primal hunger. In the metaphysical sense, it would be like the “gut” instinct if a human were to experience the sensation. For vampires, they have the nose to serve them instead of the stomach. “Such a nice night out to silence a target…” he said, the grin increased to a wide and wicked smile.

Alucard began to walk the crowded sidewalk once more, allowing his nose to guide him to the scene of the disturbance. After walking for fifteen minutes, the rogue vampire halted in his tracks once more to stop in front of a small grocery store. From what he could see, a massacre had occurred before he arrived. There were cereal boxes, smashed glass jelly jars, and cookies of every flavor strewn about the floor that were noticeable from the other side of the large glass window. Fluorescent light bulbs flickered dimly from their multiple lamps that had been installed in the ceiling. The green wooden door’s hinges creaked slightly as he pushed it gently to enter the disaster-filled room as though looking upon the aftermath of a hurricane.

He walked past the form of a young gangly man who seemed to be eighteen years old, sprawled upon the cold white thin tiled floor next to a pile of beer cans. He wore a black bow tie upon his neck , a white apron, green t-shirt, worn jeans and gray sneakers. The short spiky blond hair was splattered with blood as well as his uniform. His flesh was covered in bruises and butcher knives protruded from his chest cavity and stomach areas. As the journey continued, he took notice of a short stocky man with balding salt and pepper hair that had reclined backwards in his stool chair. The older man had worn the same manner of uniform as the younger man, the only difference of his cause of death was a deep slash across the throat. Blood flowed freely from the mortal wound which stained his uniform. He heard sounds of a muffled struggle behind a steel door that stocky man sat in front of from his counter. “No doubt a survivor…somehow this scenario is familiar…” he remarked while pushing the door aside to enter the brightly lit storage room.

His brows were raised to witness a physical struggle between a man and a woman. The man was four inches shorter than Alucard and had short messy dyed blue hair and hazel eyes. His clothes consisted of a black hooded sweat shirt, black cargo pants, and heavy leather boots. The young woman was nearly a foot shorter than the hitman of Hellsing, and had her auburn hair tied back with a rubber band into a ponytail that reached her mid-back. She wore the same uniform as the other dead employees, except she wore hip hugger jeans which did compliment her petite figure as well as brown Mary Jane shoes and red-black striped socks.

The petite stature did not seem to deter the young woman’s confidence as she fought fiercely against the man using an undetermined martial art. A human woman who can put up a good fight against the immortals is rare thing to see since she has no weapon. Alucard thought in admiration as he watched her grab the man’s right fist which had been flung to her face, pull him towards her with a terrific jerk, slam the heel of her right hand into his Adam’s apple forcefully, bring her knee to his stomach, then flexing the leg to kick the man away from her. The man lifted himself to the his feet in an awkward stance with his apparent vampire fangs brandished. “Someone needs to teach you manners, little girl.” he said rather impatiently as he sprang upon her.

He pounced upon her with a speed that she could not be able to dodge or outrun and he successfully pinned her to floor. “Oh no…not again…” the young woman said in American-accented English and in the manner that would be addressed to an uncontrollable dog. Much to the vampires’ surprise and her present disappointment, flames had mysteriously manifested from an unknown source upon her fingertips. “What the fuck?!” the enemy vampire yelled in fright and dismay as he jumped away from her. “Run while you still can!” she shouted as though warning him. The fire began to consume her hands, and the strange concept is that it seemed not to mar her flesh or cause physical pain. Alucard took his opportunity to withdraw his custom made .45 caliber hand gun and shot the intended target in the back of the head with a loud miniature explosion as the bullet had been released from its chamber by a pull of the trigger. The man was converted into a misty gray ash which fell to a pile in front of the terrified young woman.

The flames had faded away from her hands as well as the anxiety and adrenaline rush that had possessed her. Alucard lifted her to the feet to have her stand independently. The action was performed with one hand and with no effort as one would lift a toy by grabbing her left arm. Her hands were examined with skepticism and keen interest. Once confirmed that she was not damaged by these flames, he said in bewilderment, “There is no possible way that you can not be hurt by that.” “It’s unfortunately a part of me, so that is why it did not hurt my hands.” she said with remaining disappointment in her tone. For the first time in the last five minutes that he had met her, he took notice of her unique eyes. They consisted of a medium blue-green and tiny gray streaks embedded within the muscles of the iris. She seemed to be the innocent type of girl with her youthful visage and form, as though she had the mannerisms of a child. Alucard was not one to be fooled by appearances and knew that she was not naïve and vulnerable.

“So you’re a pyrokinetic, then?” he asked casually. “Yes, I am.” she said with a nod. “You should have burned him to a crisp.” he advised. “Well, it’s just that…I’m conscientious about it. I’ve been in trouble several times for using it and I did not want it to happen again.” she stammered with a sheepish grin upon her face, “You’re not going to tell anyone, are you?” He chuckled deeply with his fangs freely displayed and asked playfully, “Who am I going to tell?” She took notice of his unique teeth, contemplated for a few moments, then agreed, “Yeah, good point. You’re not here to drink me?” “No, unless you want me to.” he replied. “No thanks, I’ve had enough weird experiences for one night.” she said while chuckling. “Your boss and co-worker are dead so it is obvious that you need a new job. How about working at an organization that destroys these creatures and to where you are not ashamed to use your fire?” he asked casually.

After hearing the news from him, her eyes were misted with hot tears. Biting her lip nervously while looking to the floor as though attempting to hide her grief. She missed them terribly with each of her hands clenched into fists. After twenty seconds of an awkward silence, she nodded her head. The tear-filled eyes met his and said quietly, “I will take the job so that others will not suffer like I have today.” “That is a good answer. Please tell me your name.” he said with pride for her. “Maeve (Mayv) Hope Leery, sir. What’s yours?” she replied. “Alucard.” he said simply. “It’s a nice name. I’m very grateful that you came to my rescue and helping me get a new job.” she said while grinning despite the melancholy. “Just doing my job, nothing personal.” he said, “Shall we go and see your new home?” Maeve nodded once more and said, “Yes, let’s.” she agreed . With that they have left the storage room, strolled past the wreckage, and exited the store.

To be continued….