Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Not, Human ❯ Still here? ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I don't own the Hellsing anime, which is my main reference, nether do I own Blade (Marvel Commix does) or any other vampire reference material used in preparing this story for reading. I do this writing to get the story off my mind after it simmered there for half a year with no outlet, I don't intend to get anything out of this but freeing space on my gray hard-drive in the skull. Please, dear readers and fellow artists don't rip my story off, if you like to refer to it, ask me first and note so in your own work. No beta readers where used in the preparation of this story for reading, so the taste and grammar might be a bit off, but still it's more ecologically sound (Only one brain went into making this story).

 

Author's note:

The lyrics in the story are all originals by yours truly, so using them without my permission would be very mean of you. Each chapter will be preceded by some explanations needed to understand it more easily. Odegra- the blood god is the vampire equivalent of a messiah, any megalomaniac vampire might try a grab at this title but simply bullying other vampire lords and terrorizing humans. Clan Luchina (lighting chip) the clan established by Alucard with patent of the White Lady of Slovakia, its credo was the use of vampire powers to protect the rights of human beings of all nations against other vampires who might abuse their powers, supernatural calamities and other humans. It was reduced to about twenty vampires during WWII, partially merged with Hellsing order today. Sometimes is considered the clan of England. Prominent members: Jan Zizka (1370/1420-1424/1938), William of Orange (1533/1584-1584/1620 (the unlucky guy was assassinated twice, once by a catholic fanatic, once by a protestant one (Ludvik II Van Hellsing). Please take notice that all vampires have two birthdates and death dates correlate to when they died "legally" and when they acquired eternal peace proper.

 

 

There are harts and there are harts,

There are man with living harts, and man with stone harts.

There are stones and there are stones,

There are stones with human harts.

-Philosophical proverb, the Mishna.

 

It is needles to say that the week which passed since the carnage in the Tower was more then enough time for Alucard to think over and over again what will happen now. With someone with almost 1000 years of life behind him, he was very good at projecting possible plans for the future, as he had a very personal and profound understanding history. Just that at this small scale of inter-security-organization relationship history was overwhelming but the amount of actual decision makers and their relative power. Where did William's days in the Netherlands or his own in Wallachia go?

 

"Vell, zey are in ze past, my deer friend" he answered himself with as much of his old Slavic accent apparent. When he needed more than one opinion, he called upon to the tidbits of his existing clan members inside him, in a way very much resembling telepathy, but not quite like that. You see, vampire lords have the ability to more than feel their followers, they have the ability (by taking precedence over their own minds) to use their judgment form afar. Not that it carried any ESP powers with it, a vampire lord was limited to his own seven senses centered on his body, but it came close. This voice was of his disciple still haunting the Carpathian Mountains.

 

"Basil, I know that, but what you think they might do? They absolutely need an organization to defend them against the Millennium force AND the loose canon undead on their home ground".

 

"Zey might bring the Millennium force instead!"

 

"That's what I fear the most"

 

"But sink, zey put Lady Integral into protective custody, zat means zey will probably let he go one of these days, and zey still owe you a favor or two".

 

"If they only think that straightforward, then we are really safe".

 

"But hon', they are Brits just like os!" Interjected a soprano voice with the heaviest Highlander accent, which was Wilhelmina Harker. "The' neve' settles for any simple solution for any problemh".

 

"I am most certainly not your hon', Mrs. Harker, thought there where times… living in Sheffield doesn't do any good to your Queen's English, you talk like a highlander commoner! But you are right and that makes me worry. I can't do the entire work on my own with only vampires in the force. By the clan patent we have to work with a government agency and be I damned if the Millennium bunch will be the ones I work with!"

 

"Oh, so let's see what we can do" the tenor voice which came form Alucard's throat was nobody but Eric, a Lappi who fought with Alucard against the Soviets in the Winter War and was turned so that in the long arctic night he could sneak into the USSR and keep an eye (he only had one) on the red idiots. Last years however he was haunting in Kent. There was nothing calming in the fact that this former sniper wanted to stir trouble. He was a genius of mayhem with a degree in terrorism and small unit offensive operations (with the rank of a major in the Finnish Army).

 

"No, its best we nudge them "gently" but really gently towards the right choice".

 

"What about our cubs" asked Mina, she was really worried for her two child vampires and was quite correct pointing to the existence of Victoria.

 

"For now, until the situation clears, they take precedence over anything else. Thank you for a piece of your minds; I'll contact your consciousnesses the proper way soon"

 

Now he had at least a partial work plan to follow. First he needed to by a call card, use a booth for some long distance and international calls, and then find his own cub, the question was only how. It's very hard to find someone in a city of seven millions when one doesn't appear to live, and lays in waiting as any smart kid will do. He had noting really to do about it but wait until she decided to make some fuss, knowing her appetite that would be not very soon.

 

Sighing heavily, he decided it would be best first to assemble his clan and then act, and dematerialized into mist, then flowed out of his current resting place, a second hand coffin in one of the cemeteries in the west of London.

 

Some good it did to you, once Lord of Walachia, you have no home, no family, no kingdom and no money. You're a damned No Dead King, with no crown, no country. I'll get the card, but first I need a snack and lady Hellsing isn't out here to stop me…

 

But then Jan came to his memory, in his dull armor and cape, his only eye bloodshot his voice, calm yet penetrating like a crossbow bolt "Nol nos Luchina lak'rul grell vid mon khrakno meli r neli r trotrakrul, nedas Wer Lila sems" he spoke in Slavic vampire speech "Non of Luchina pack will feed but at war or justice or dire need, so said the White Lady". The soldier-priest-spiritualist had a gift for languages and by the fifteenth century spoke all the dialects of the Slavic nations, including Slavic vampire speech. He brought Alucard to his senses "Ok, husite priest, I'll eat later, you're right, business first, food later" he croaked and disappeared into the night.

 

Somewhere the powers of good sighed, a very grate sigh of relief.

 

For the hart in the chest of Alucard might have given it's past throb over eight hundred years ago, but it was a stone with a human hart of itself

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Chapter one: Second Rebirth? Celeste Victoria returns!

 

Author's notes: Odegra is messiah on high vampire, a title any vampire lord with megalomania want for himself, usually based on one of the prophecies which make up the book of the dead, the vampire's bible. Guess why the outfit is named "Crown of the carnivorous zombie bunnies"! references and spoilers for the 13th episode of the series abound, as unashamed shoujo-ai content (not that there is any real yuri, just some referrals to that, visible ones).

 

(2013, Cloak and Dagger metal club, London, UK)

 

Greet me when I come to you,

Forgive me for the time we did part.

For if things where as we wished,

Then the trials we lived through,

Would not have been for us this hard.

Crossed was the barrier fixed between us,

Never was it meant to stand against love.

Graced by eternal might,

Never again will we be torn apart.

 

As the song plays again form my hart,

It fills my world with you, only you.

Tried have all the evil to drive us apart,

Again and again I'll return to this, true:

"Love is the life of the world".

 

Amen, I do.

 

 

 

Victoria Ceres knelt as she finished her part of the song, as if in praying, her black fishnet stockings despite being almost not there seemed decent on her, her blonde hair (Such a rarity for a Child of Darkness keep his or her hair blonde or red, for these are the colors of light) gathered into a ponytail high on her head. The crowd in the club answered her with the words of the lyrics they knew so well.

 

Amen, we all do!

Amen, we love too!

 

Her two necked guitar sat in her hands comfortably as if she was born with it there, swiftly switching to the bass, letting Alexis and Winston take over form her the solo, focusing in helping Dietrich and Berry carry the melody onward. The seven man strong Metal outfit she was member of was not the hottest thing, yet it was quite famous due to some things, for instance they had a VJ, Maier Gold-Wing as part of their outfit, the fact they all have lived Metal in past (they served their Crown and Ring…), each came for a different school of metal and… they had her, a real vampire on their outfit.

 

I'm so gladdened that waited you do,

Expelled was all misery of the passed paths.

Good hearted savior, selfless and kind angel,

Whichever you might choose to do,

Form now and on I'm sharing your path.

Love knows no limit by shame or by hate,

As long as true is the love in the hart.

Graced are we, my lover, by right!

Not even death will tear us apart!

 

As the song plays again form my hart,

It fills my world with you, only you.

Tried have all the evil to drive us apart,

Again and again I'll return to this, true:

"Love is the life of the world".

 

Amen, I do.

 

Victoria saluted the crowd, standing up and raising her little cute fist in the air, even the gothic clothes and iron plated boots didn't take her basic angel-likeness away. No one in the crowd really knew her story, for Victoria is a very privet person, only to protect her lover from encroachment by nosy fans. Her lover didn't like being bothered by Victoria's fans; she was so shocked finding out that Victoria was into this kind of music. At first she even wrote it down for the transformation caused by the vampirism viral trigger, but back then she wasn't even her girlfriend and even not aware of her existence at all.

 

The fact she was not in the crowd tonight was known well to Victoria, not that it mattered to her so much, just that she might have been feeling slightly lonely without her loved one, but the music was overfilling her, flooding her system like freshly drawn blood, washing every worry away. Her lover liked seeing her perform, she said

"Vicky, you look so happy and content on stage, why the hell do you stand a stiff neck like me, who is barely fun enough to spend a minute with". Not that her lover had any lack of self respect, she was just very much in love with Victoria, so deeply and thoroughly that she sometimes got lost in her feelings.

 

That's Integral Hellsing to you, even if anyone who had only passing acquaintance with her might say otherwise, the few people (and undead) who know her personally will say that there is nothing more confusing for this hardened fighter than love.

 

Victoria met Hellsing the night she died, or more precisely, on the night when she was reborn into darkness by Alucard, who is Dracula the impeller, savior of Christendom and the damnatory scourge upon his enemies. But no one called him that for a long time, and the last one who did got to be the ghoul fire practice of the week (i.e. meal and a moving target for target practice, the pistols don't guide the bullets to the target by themselves). General speaking, the whole elite of the Institute for Undead Troublemakers is largely misunderstood by the naked eye. One has to live with them for months before one gets the true impression of them.

 

Victoria finished the guitar solo and went back to play bass until the song ended, then the outfit got off the stage, the show was over. She didn't stop to change clothes, as her pager was going off for the last half an hour. There must be some real emergency if they paged her in the middle of a gig. She placed the guitar in its case and leaving it for Maier to take care of, took another case, a little different, and took the Hell Canon out, quickly assembling it and then she was gone, for she moved with the speed of the children of the night, which is much faster than the human eye.

 

A troublesome night was about to begin for her…

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(2005, Ceres apartment, London)

 

A troublesome night it was for Victoria, who had just survived her second week since the Order was disbanded. Her master, Alucard himself was nowhere to find, and she was confined to her apartment form the fear of sunlight and the shame of losing her position in the new life. No vampire cub like her stood a chance in the world without its master, who was form a biological and cultural perspective the parent of the cub, the one who cared for its needs and educated it. Anyone who will come here and state that a vampire is by definition a human, he is suggested to visit a FREAK, believe the experts, they are not.

 

Hunger was upon her, even though she had feasted two weeks ago in more than one human worth of blood, but her lack of knowledge about how to get a meal, as well as her ideology of not feeding by rape had gotten her this post. Not that she cared, as she knew that vampires could survive decades without a meal (like her one time acquaintance, the abandoned child vampire Anna), and she was pretty sure that when the entire mess which happened two weeks ago in the Tower of London blow over, someone form the Order will come back for her. Arguably with vampire logic she thought that it might still never happen as she was unsure of the results of the final fight between Alucard and Incognito. Thought the fact that London still went it's way and was still human (for the most part) meant that Alucard must have won and this another Odegra wannabe hit the dust (which in any vampires case would have been properly said "joined the dust").

 

Yet she resisted the urge to go out and just jump the first human who came into her sights and drink him. For starters, she didn't know where to bite and trusted her own instincts as little as a fully trained military person would. Another issue was her belief that this wasn't something to steal or take by force of fangs and muscle and brainpower. This was something one should ask for and receive willingly, but where in this huge living city can she find that? She had no ID so the blood banks where out of the question. Her master was alive (she could still feel him out and about) but other than that she was alone. Like any other cub she called out for him, for his guidance and help, for she was indeed helpless.

 

It might have came to nothing like the previous thirteen nights, but she felt something was about to change, and change it did for this night was the eight of May, Valpurgeese Night.

 

"Happy Death and Mayhem Day, F'ki" came a voice form the door, and her master had finally came to her rescue.

 

"Alucard, my master"…

 

To be continued…