Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Not, Human ❯ Learning to Cope ( Chapter 3 )

I just walk the old city streets, and noise cometh form all around.

I know already, know the path before me, the road to Gates of Mercy.

 

Never look around, never hear, I'm a dreamer as it always been,

But I know already, know where my path will lead, I go to Gates of Mercy.

 

 

Live once only once, meaning and pointless

With strength or powerless to Gates of Mercy.

Cometh with me together, cometh for fear chase us,

For you are also a part of the Gates of Mercy

 

The sings above the shops, look down on passer by,

Inside my hart there's a scram, and it's loud, They took Gates of Mercy form me!

 

Live once…

 

Victoria bit off the corner of the blood bad and drank it in a somewhat obscene way, for Allucard's opinion. Not that she got even a drop off, but that still was a strange way to drink. He himself had a tin cup in his pocket for such occasions.

 

"Where the hell did you see anyone drink like this?"

 

"Well, there was a Jewish girl in my class, Rebecca, and she went to a Kibbutz one summer in high school and picked some bad habits there, like overdoing her hand gesticulation, hugging everyone and drinking like this. She says they drink chocolate milk like that, form the bad. I picked it up form her. It's practical".

 

"And I suppose you remembered it because you also liked the hugging" teased Allucard, getting the reaction he wanted- a blush.

 

"Uh…"

 

"I looked into your mind as I turned you, there are no secrets that you can hold form me…"

 

"Oh" she said, discarding the empty plastic blood bad into a trash bin while walking.

 

"Now for lesson two of the course, how to get a willing feeding form a mortal, or Seduction. Before you say anything I know you have no natural inclination for seduction, unless you try for someone who likes the cute unintelligent type. This is much better!"

 

"But I never tried that trick"! Victoria pouted cutely in indignation, taping her foot. Allucard broke down with giggles at the display. If one might dear to call the maniacal clack-clack sounds he made giggling. However he felt it the same way a normal human would feel giggles.

 

"You've just did it, F'ki, you're grate at this!"

 

"So"

 

"Now I'm going into your mind, you are going into the club and we both have some fun while I sit here on the bench and have a laugh at your expense, f'ki. No, seriously, I'm going to establish a two way telepathic link with you and guide you, even taking over some vocal functions if you really try to mess up. Watch and learn!" he finished his current tirade and sat down on the bench, and suddenly his smile appeared on in Victoria's eyes, but in a much more disturbing way, in her mind's eyes!

 

 

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Stand and Fight, Live by your hart,

Always one more, I'm not afraid to die.

Stand and Fight, Say what you will,

Reborn with a Hart of Steel.

 

In the fight of angels and demons, easy to lose your bearing, your soul

There where times I've been both, been nether, only to see the way back home

Fire was lit a thousand miles away, now that I feel it's warmth, I am free,

To take form world all they can give, to see you smile at me.

 

Stand and fight, Live By your hart,

Always one more time, I'm not afraid to die.

Stand and fight, Say what you will,

Reborn with a hart of steel.

 

There are flames; I've lit all the bridges, which led form the Diaspora home,

Some may laugh at my resolution to see this through, they're up to no good.

They'll see me rise, with fire in my eyes, and then the truth will be known,

My hart may have stopped beating, but it still belongs in your hold.

 

Stand and fight…

 

"Then what happened"? Asked Mark, placing his drum sticks on the right snear drum, he looked hopefully at the blushing Victoria, his mind playing him a nice bar scene.

 

"If Al wasn't in my brain, I'd have bolted right out of that club, but he took over the function of my lower limbs and prevented me form doing so. Then he lined me up and told me that he'll override my entire control and I'd be a passenger in my own body if I don't cooperate. So I did". She hissed cutely the last sentence, like a very angry ten weeks old kitten.

 

"Did what"?

 

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First of all it was a Russian club, they played East-European metal and rock in it, they served drinks in Pale Shots (about three normal shots are one Pale Shot) or more only. Needless to say it was as noisy as a normal club; the only difference was the fact all the music and most of the talk where not in English.

 

Victoria looked around, her body tense in an effort to stand such a huge amount of noise, she didn't remembered clubs being so loud. Only her master's voice in her head was heard above the Heavy Metal piece that was playing.

 

"Concentrate, it's just like the first time you've fired a full distance shot without sights, just block out what you don't want to hear. I know you have enough discipline to do it!"

 

She tried again. And suddenly the music dulled form a pain in her ears to something she hear through the vibrations of the skull alone. Somehow it was filtered out almost totally! For the first time today, she could concentrate on the conversations. Then a realization hit her; how could she talk loud enough without hearing HOW LOUD she needed to be, to be heard above the music?

 

"You have a funny train of thought! How loud? You could whisper and everyone in the club will hear you, like you heard me in the cursed church, before I turned you. They'll hear you if you want them to! HA!"

 

And where are you expecting me to practice? Victoria thought angrily, the vampire lord was damn annoying.

 

"Tell me, F'ki, are you into boys or girls"

 

Why the hell should I think about it?

 

"You already did, why didn't you tell me the night I turned you "The master is a hot babe"? That would have made everything easier for the both of us! Ha!"

 

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"Al is that annoying?" Marc bent forwards so much he almost overturned the percussion set, that's how much he was interested. The other band members already gathered around to hear another "form beyond the grave" story.

 

"He's East European, concepts like copyrights and privacy, he's so beyond them! Full of himself like a boar, womanizing like a dog…my master" the last words came form her throat in a totally different voice than her own. "Sorry, boys, but the rest of what that pretty head stores about me is confidential. Vicky, do continue with the story WITHOUT going over my strong and weak points" Al finished.

 

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"Sorry, you mind me sitting here"? Victoria asked the heavily make-upped Goth girl at the bar.

 

"Not at all" was the answer form the pretty face. Victoria could smell the pheromones her body was producing so this is the fabled vampire glamour she thought loud enough for her master to read.

 

The girl was eyeing Victoria suspiciously, seemingly unaffected by the airborne aphrodisiac molecules. Yet something in her eyes wasn't so decisive.

 

"Who're you? You're not one of the regulars" the girl asked with real curiosity.

 

"I'm Victoria".

 

"It's your first time in this club"?

 

"No, I've been here a couple of years ago" she didn't lie. Back when she was seventeen she went to this club once.

 

"You look kind of sad and lonely, mind sharing with me" the girl was hitting on her. Not the thing she expected, but if it goes, you go along with it.

 

"Sigh, life's hard, especially for someone who doesn't even considered living".

 

"Why's that so?" concern, it shocked Victoria to be on the receiving end of that, she almost gave up the idea of someone liking a vampire.

 

"I had a hell of a month and things seem not to clear up, it's just gloomier with every day". She honestly confessed, it all seemed so surreal, something form her life, out of place in this state of existence, totally normal.

 

"Depression? Stopped with the damn valiums?" The Goth eyed her, looking at the gloved hands. it actually was a bit to hot form them this time of year so she suspects I have cuts on my wrists? I can't get them, if I'm fed, I regenerate.

 

"No… it's harder than that. As much as it hurts me to admit I'd like to be more alive." This caught the Goth off guard.

 

"What's stopping you?"

 

"*Sigh*, all the hosts of the world, living and damned to un-life", this line surprised Victoria herself, probably Alucard's poetic sense.

 

"You're into vampirism?" oh, how correct the poor girl was she had no idea.

 

"Literally" Victoria laughed without mirth, as this was a very hurtful subject. She looked onto the wall, where a picture of a tank with words scribbled on an unknown to her language beneath it. What on earth brought this picture here?

 

"You don't look like one of them, you are nice"

 

"Oh, thank you" Victoria blushed, this was going the right way.

 

"No, really, you're nothing like them, you have a face and a smile, your presence doesn't cause uneasiness or anything. You must be kidding me!"

 

"Give me a mirror and I'll give you a proof that I'm an Antedeluvian" Victoria insisted.

 

Good, get her trust, and then do whatever you want, there are enough dark alleys around here to meet even your demands.

 

It took Victoria about half an hour of talking to get the issue. But the other young woman was the one who offered her blood to Victoria, without even asking, and Victoria though of refusing her.

 

"My god, I won't leech you like a mosquito, you're a freaking person, and I don't consider myself an insect as well"

 

"It won't be leeching, I offered you"

 

"I can't take without giving something in return". Victoria insisted.

 

"Then let's make a trade, you spend the night with me, and for that you get blood".

 

"So this is how it is to you, y nah s'est y rybu syest… I'm sorry, it's stupid for me to say something like that" Victoria stopped herself in mid-rant when Allucard started offering her text to say.

 

"All right" the young woman took Victoria on literally, moreover she understood the girl didn't mean to curse at her.

 

"I'm sorry, you're right" said Victoria and bent forward kissing the other woman on the cheek.

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A night after that:

 

 

Victoria sat behind a desk in a school, just tell which school isn't empty post midnight, and the only light in class was starlight, more then enough for her. The blackboard was old fashioned, really black, and Allucard her to the chalks and ruler. She sat comfortably, a notebook open before her.

 

"Listen well, Victoria, these are the Languages Antedeluvian, of all mankind. Today scientists argue if Japanese and Korean languages are related, they aren't coming to the oldest written and oral tradition, those who still speak Atlantis Speech, the High Vampires. I'll teach you this language so all languages of man will be clear to you, but take heed, this knowledge is a secret not to share with scientists".

 

"Yes, master"

 

"No master! You took my blood and now follow me out of your own will, the best way for you to address me would be ether my name or my title, which are Alucard and Warlord-Prince, or Milord."

 

"Yes, Warlord"

 

"Much better! They should install this rank in the local army, it is befitting for…a minister of war who is also the direct commander of the troops. Think of the legal powers of the American president, and make them real as George Washington's. You know who amongst the founding fathers was a vamp?"

 

"No Warlord"

 

"None, which never ceased to surprise me. Now let's go over the basics:

The structure of Arannar Nos-ennien is as regulated as the one in English, so all you need to know is the words. Plus- no vamp is expected to use the Original grammar, use the one you already know. To be verbs go

 

"Dar jeri lu'hr Victoria gapht no Adrian no mekl'rew Ceres"

"I am called Victoria daughter of Adrian of clan Ceres".

 

"Dei jeri Lu'hr kol"?

 

"Dar jer lu'hr Vladimir er Kakri ener F'tiz Dracula gapht no Vladimir F'diz Dragon no Lekl'rew Walatzar"

"I'm called Vlad 3rd the Impaler Dracula, son of Vlad 2nd Dragon of clan Walatzar.

"Ko ma Dei krul Nos?" "Want to be friends?"

"Hazza!" "Sure"!

"makt rul Zvizzzzz!" Don't Yell

"Ko arpa der lemek Valentine enz kiteremenn?"

"Where the Valentine bothers twins"?

"Yai" Yes

"Berez, lohel, Klock, Mord, Wewen" Underhell, hell, earth, up, haven.

Gagrar good

Gagrag better

 

Dar aranar Nos-eninn zestez- I speak friendly-speech.

 

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So sorry for not updating for this long, college is hell, especially in its IIT. No time for the art whatsoever.

 

This chapter is such a hodgepodge, I'm truly sorry, and will try to compensate you soon.

 

Stay with us, next episode of Not Human we will meet the Iron Lady Integra, Walter and the rest of the Hellsing order, as they get started again.

 

 

Thanks for the patience,

Michael. M. Manazure