Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Hellsing Goes American ❯ Back To A Reason ( Chapter 25 )
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By: ani_cat_candy 
Alucard's musings on the song. WARNING: unintentionally turned this chapter into a songfic
Anime/Manga: Hellsing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Horror / Drama / Comedy / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 03.14.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 207 | Status: Work In Progress
Alucard's musings on the song. WARNING: unintentionally turned this chapter into a songfic
Anime/Manga: Hellsing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Horror / Drama / Comedy / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 03.14.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 207 | Status: Work In Progress
Hellsing Goes American
Chapter 25: Back To A Reason
Alucard laid atop his coffin, arms folded behind his head as he let his mind wander, the song was stuck in his head and refused to stop replaying itself. Strange how all the music his Fluff Ball listend to reminded him of something from his past. At least it wasn't that crap that was currently popular amongst humans. That 'pop', as his fledgling called it, made absolutely no sense to him what so ever. It really didn't help that Police Girl insisted on listening to it so damn loud that it could be heard through the thick stone walls all the way in his room (that was down a seperate hallway from her's!)
Time
Standing all alone
I bled for you
I wanted to
Each drop my own
A young man, perhaps in his mid twenties, struggled to sit up amongst the chaos. His stomach and right shoulder felt as though it were on fire. He managed to get to his knees, his shoulder length black hair sticking to his face in a muddy, tangled mess as he looked down to see blood gushing from his wounds. No. He couldn't die. Not yet.
Slowly they depart
But fall in vain
Like desert rain
And still they fall on and on and on
He picked up a sword from a near-by soldier. He didn't need it any more, he was dead. He grit his teeth against the pain and charged on ahead back into the fray. Everywhere he looked soldiers were falling. There was so much blood on everyone, it was difficult to tell who was the enimy as no one had any uniforms. No, uniforms were for the king's men, not them. Not the lowly pesants that had to fight day in and day out just for their survival. He tore through another man, not really careing any more if he was friend or foe. His blade was dull from all the blood and bits of flesh that clung to it. No one seemed to care any more that their friends and family were dieing all around them, that they were litterally walking atop their dead bodies.
Got to get back to a reason...
Why were they fighting anyways? All he remembered was the elderly man he had been working for handing him a sword and telling him to go out and fight. He'd apparently stepped on a soldier that wasn't quite dead yet as the man grabbed his ankle causing him to fall face first into a large puddle of bloody mudd. He began choking as someone decided to use him as the latest addition to the floor of corpses, stepping on his upper back so he couldn't lift his face from the puddle to breath.
One by one distractions fade from view
So
Drifting through the dark
The sympathy
Of night's mercy
Inside my heart
Is your life the same?
Do ghosts cry tears?
Do they feel years?
As time just goes on and on and on
The sounds of the battle were slowly fading along with his struggles to get the bastard off of him so he could breath. He vaguely remembered being lifted up by his hair before everything went black. Oh how he just wanted to stay there. Floating in the dark nothingness that surrounded him, soothed him, calmed him. Was this death? Was this what everyone was so afraid of? He just relaxed and let the darkness take him in.
I'm looking for you
I'm looking for I don't know what
I can't see there anymore
And all my time's been taken
The image of a goung lady from his village flashed through his mind, then the feeling of regret settled into his stomach. He had planned to persue her, perhaps marry her, have a family.. That won't be happening now, though. He will never get the chance to know the joys of being a husband, a father.. He couldn't remember his father. He wanted to be there for his children like he'd always wanted his father there for him. Yes, that's what he wanted more than anything; a family. He wanted to have a family to spend his hard earned money on at the end of the week, just to see them smile. Someone he knew would never betray him, use him, hurt him... He wanted someone to love.
Is this what it seems?
The lure of a dream
And I'm afraid to walk back through that door
To find that I've awakened
A soft voice made it's way through his jumbled thoughts. It was offering a second chance. He could live again and have the chance to see his dreams become reality. A chance to have that family he so yearned for. He opend his eyes to find himself in a lavish room decorated in fine silks and paintings. The voice was coming from everywhere, yet nowhere as he laid atop a plush bed covered in the finist of silk. It was so soft, he'd never felt anything like it and he didn't want to go back to living in that filthy vilage. Not after experiencing this. All thoughts of living in the village with that girl were gone from his mind only to be replaced with visions of bringing her to a place like this and watching her surprise and joy as she found out that this was where they'd be living for the rest of their years.
The night seems to care
The dreams in the air..
It whispers, it hopes
It holds and confides
And offers a bridge
Across these divides
He didn't quite understand what the voice meant about becoming a 'child of the night'.. He didn't really care as it continued with it's offer; power beyond his wildest dreams, servants of his own, all the women he could ever want, riches beyond all he'd ever hopewd for, eternal life... all he had to do was say yes and give this voice his soul and he could become a 'No Life King'.. What the hell? What did he need a soul for anyways? He agreed whole-heartedly.
The parts of my life
I've tried to forget
It's gathered each piece
And carefully kept
He did some pretty foolish things back then, including turning so many people at one point that they began killing each other over what few humans were left.
Somewhere in the dark
Beyond all the cold
There is a child
That's part of my soul
...The only reason I have left is you
His thoughts turned to his Fluff Ball. She made him feel so good, the way she seemed to look up to him, never ordering him around or trying to tell him what he can or can't do, treating him as though he were a normal person just like her.. He prayed that he might be lucky enough to keep her for at least a little while longer.
He opend his eyes as he began to feel a bit lonely in the cavernous room and phased up to the library to find his Fluff asleep on the sofa, a book open in her lap. He smiled at the scene before moving the book and gentley picking her up and phasing them up to her room where he tucked her into bed. He snuggled up next to her and ran his fingers through her hair as he drifted off to sleep. This was as close to a family as he was ever going to get.
AN: Well? Sorry I turned it into a songfic there... I usually don't like songfics, but, I was listening to it again and this popped into my head and with out the words to the song, I didn't think it would make much sense.. But, um.. yea.
Seras: finishes reading the capter "OH! Now I get it! Ok!"
Alucard: "About time... R&R please!" ^_____^
Chapter 25: Back To A Reason
Alucard laid atop his coffin, arms folded behind his head as he let his mind wander, the song was stuck in his head and refused to stop replaying itself. Strange how all the music his Fluff Ball listend to reminded him of something from his past. At least it wasn't that crap that was currently popular amongst humans. That 'pop', as his fledgling called it, made absolutely no sense to him what so ever. It really didn't help that Police Girl insisted on listening to it so damn loud that it could be heard through the thick stone walls all the way in his room (that was down a seperate hallway from her's!)
Time
Standing all alone
I bled for you
I wanted to
Each drop my own
A young man, perhaps in his mid twenties, struggled to sit up amongst the chaos. His stomach and right shoulder felt as though it were on fire. He managed to get to his knees, his shoulder length black hair sticking to his face in a muddy, tangled mess as he looked down to see blood gushing from his wounds. No. He couldn't die. Not yet.
Slowly they depart
But fall in vain
Like desert rain
And still they fall on and on and on
He picked up a sword from a near-by soldier. He didn't need it any more, he was dead. He grit his teeth against the pain and charged on ahead back into the fray. Everywhere he looked soldiers were falling. There was so much blood on everyone, it was difficult to tell who was the enimy as no one had any uniforms. No, uniforms were for the king's men, not them. Not the lowly pesants that had to fight day in and day out just for their survival. He tore through another man, not really careing any more if he was friend or foe. His blade was dull from all the blood and bits of flesh that clung to it. No one seemed to care any more that their friends and family were dieing all around them, that they were litterally walking atop their dead bodies.
Got to get back to a reason...
Why were they fighting anyways? All he remembered was the elderly man he had been working for handing him a sword and telling him to go out and fight. He'd apparently stepped on a soldier that wasn't quite dead yet as the man grabbed his ankle causing him to fall face first into a large puddle of bloody mudd. He began choking as someone decided to use him as the latest addition to the floor of corpses, stepping on his upper back so he couldn't lift his face from the puddle to breath.
One by one distractions fade from view
So
Drifting through the dark
The sympathy
Of night's mercy
Inside my heart
Is your life the same?
Do ghosts cry tears?
Do they feel years?
As time just goes on and on and on
The sounds of the battle were slowly fading along with his struggles to get the bastard off of him so he could breath. He vaguely remembered being lifted up by his hair before everything went black. Oh how he just wanted to stay there. Floating in the dark nothingness that surrounded him, soothed him, calmed him. Was this death? Was this what everyone was so afraid of? He just relaxed and let the darkness take him in.
I'm looking for you
I'm looking for I don't know what
I can't see there anymore
And all my time's been taken
The image of a goung lady from his village flashed through his mind, then the feeling of regret settled into his stomach. He had planned to persue her, perhaps marry her, have a family.. That won't be happening now, though. He will never get the chance to know the joys of being a husband, a father.. He couldn't remember his father. He wanted to be there for his children like he'd always wanted his father there for him. Yes, that's what he wanted more than anything; a family. He wanted to have a family to spend his hard earned money on at the end of the week, just to see them smile. Someone he knew would never betray him, use him, hurt him... He wanted someone to love.
Is this what it seems?
The lure of a dream
And I'm afraid to walk back through that door
To find that I've awakened
A soft voice made it's way through his jumbled thoughts. It was offering a second chance. He could live again and have the chance to see his dreams become reality. A chance to have that family he so yearned for. He opend his eyes to find himself in a lavish room decorated in fine silks and paintings. The voice was coming from everywhere, yet nowhere as he laid atop a plush bed covered in the finist of silk. It was so soft, he'd never felt anything like it and he didn't want to go back to living in that filthy vilage. Not after experiencing this. All thoughts of living in the village with that girl were gone from his mind only to be replaced with visions of bringing her to a place like this and watching her surprise and joy as she found out that this was where they'd be living for the rest of their years.
The night seems to care
The dreams in the air..
It whispers, it hopes
It holds and confides
And offers a bridge
Across these divides
He didn't quite understand what the voice meant about becoming a 'child of the night'.. He didn't really care as it continued with it's offer; power beyond his wildest dreams, servants of his own, all the women he could ever want, riches beyond all he'd ever hopewd for, eternal life... all he had to do was say yes and give this voice his soul and he could become a 'No Life King'.. What the hell? What did he need a soul for anyways? He agreed whole-heartedly.
The parts of my life
I've tried to forget
It's gathered each piece
And carefully kept
He did some pretty foolish things back then, including turning so many people at one point that they began killing each other over what few humans were left.
Somewhere in the dark
Beyond all the cold
There is a child
That's part of my soul
...The only reason I have left is you
His thoughts turned to his Fluff Ball. She made him feel so good, the way she seemed to look up to him, never ordering him around or trying to tell him what he can or can't do, treating him as though he were a normal person just like her.. He prayed that he might be lucky enough to keep her for at least a little while longer.
He opend his eyes as he began to feel a bit lonely in the cavernous room and phased up to the library to find his Fluff asleep on the sofa, a book open in her lap. He smiled at the scene before moving the book and gentley picking her up and phasing them up to her room where he tucked her into bed. He snuggled up next to her and ran his fingers through her hair as he drifted off to sleep. This was as close to a family as he was ever going to get.
AN: Well? Sorry I turned it into a songfic there... I usually don't like songfics, but, I was listening to it again and this popped into my head and with out the words to the song, I didn't think it would make much sense.. But, um.. yea.
Seras: finishes reading the capter "OH! Now I get it! Ok!"
Alucard: "About time... R&R please!" ^_____^