Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Seras 2066 ❯ A Meal And Rejection ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: islandhopper700
Seras has just woken up, and has had her first meal. Now if only she can stop getting shot at...

I (islandhopper700) DID NOT write this fanfic, and I'm not claiming any praise for it. This was written by a 57 year old guy named Mike, better known as green onion. The second he says so I'll stop posting. I just think it's a great story that deserves to be shared.

Anime/Manga: Hellsing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Occult / Horror / Adventure / Action | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 02.09.2011 | Updated On: 02.09.2011 | Pages: 4 | Words: 6.9K | Visits: 247 | Status: Work In Progress

It is quiet. It's always been quiet. The last sound I remember was the sound my dry skin cracking with the last of my movements. That was long ago. Or was it? Was it five minutes ago or five hundred years ago? The hunger burns me. The hunger for that which I want not, blood. Have another few seconds just passed or another few years?
That's interesting: three distant noises. Are they explosions or am I just dreaming again? Maybe it's a dream…
It's so quiet… It's always been quiet. The last sound I remember was the sound of my dry skin cracking with the last-
There blood out there. Yes, blood is being shed. Something is bleeding. Someone is bleeding. The bleeding one is coming down the stairs. I can't see the blood. I can't smell the blood, but I can sense it. The source of my nutrition is at room at the bottom of the stairs… It's going the wrong way. No. No! Don't go that way. Come this way. Yes, that's right. Come to my hallway… Yes. That's my door. Open it! Yes. You are so close, so close. I hear the sound of the door opening followed by the sound of feet walking. Oh, the pleasure of the experience.
Is this a dream? It's so quiet. NO! I can't fade out again. NO! The source of blood is leaving. No!
What is this? It's the sound of dogs fighting. More blood is flowing, but it feels strange; so different. One of the strange bloods is coming closer to my door. The other two are shedding each other's blood in the other room. I wish I could be there.
There are some sounds of… beeping like someone pressing on the keys of a cell phone. It's such a unique sound. I strain to hear more of the beautiful tones.
That's a man's voice. Richard Hellsing is whom he announced himself as. Didn't my master or Sir Integra say that they had killed him? Or was that another dream?
A girl's voice called him daddy. She is talking to him. Where is my father? When was the last time I saw him? I think it was…
NO! Do not come any closer, girl. But I want her closer. Her blood is calling to me. It's… NO! Go away! I can't control myself. I-
There is movement in my coffin. Something is touching me. Someone is bleeding on me. Oh, it's delicious. My hunger is burning! I'm so hungry. I'm so hungry that it hurts.
Little girl, you say that you are in a coffin with a dead woman. Well, you are mostly right. I'm almost dead. Alice is the name the man's voice called you. I want to see you, Alice, but my dried eyes cannot see. My eyes sockets are starting to burn. Normally I would be screaming in pain, but now I find it a novel sensation.
Something crashed through my door. It is one of the strange bloods.
Oh! Light! It's some kind of flashlight! I can see now! I can see it with one of my eyes. Is it my right eye or the left one? Left and right confuses me these days.
There is a blond haired girl in my coffin… I think I said that before… Blood is on her face. Lovely blood. Nourishing blood. NO! I will not kill her.
She is looking at me and she's screaming. I feel the horror in her voice. I feel the horror in me and at what I might do to her. The screaming is like music. I haven't heard anything in so many years.
Something is pressing on my coffin. It's a strange blood. I can smell the blood now: both the girl's blood and the blood of something else. Mmm. No! Don't even think of drinking the girl's blood, but it is so hard to control.
A hand crashed through the top of my coffin. This is interesting. My resting place is being destroyed and I'm enjoying the experience. That hand was furry and clawed. It is not human, but some kind of monster.
The child, Alice I think her name is, is scooting away from the hand. The hand reaches and grabs my face. There is blood on that hand; a strange blood that burns but my body cries out for that.
The hand is pulling away. I grab it with my skeletal hands and pull the strange blood's hand back to my face.
I hear a growl from outside my coffin, but I don't care. I bite down hard on the furry hand and there are the sounds of bones breaking.
There is the sound of monstrous howling but I don't care. I'm drinking this creature's blood and it burns me. It tastes like fire.
The hand is pulling up and I'm being pulled though the top of the coffin. Wooden pieces of the shattered coffin's lid are falling away.
It's such an interesting looking creature. I wonder what my master would say of it?
The werewolf Vince pulled his crushed hand away from the box. Something had latched onto his hand like a leech. The creature, weighing almost nothing, was only skin and bones, literally. It wore some kind of dusty military uniform with a way-too-short skirt. Its hair was silvery white and two red irises stared out at Vince. Some of its skin was ripped open with bones showing through.
The creature wrapped it arms possessively around his right arm and it legs came out of the coffin. Vince felt his painful hand go numb as his blood was drained from it. The creature's skin rippled and a few of rips in its skin started to close shut.
With his left clawed hand, Vince swiped at its head and was rewarded with a crunching sound. Vince reached to peel to creature away and then noticed that not only was his hand numb, but his whole arm was losing feeling. It was still feeding on him.
With two more slashes of his claws into the thing, he was able to throw it off of his arm. The creature impacted into the far wall. It fell lifelessly to the floor.
Vince rubbed his numb arms and felt his hand slowly start to heal. He felt woozy as he looked back into the box like coffin. There was the Hellsing girl with the lamp in one of her hands and something else in the other. That something else was a small pistol.
The girl shot the werewolf twice before he dodged out of the way and into the shadows. The girl's light poured out of the coffin upwards, while Vince was down on the floor.
The silver bullets pained him.
He growled in his non-human language, "Girl, you will die slowly as a Hellsing should."
Of course the girl couldn't understand. Alice waited and listened for the werewolf to come. She could hear the movement of the werewolf crawling around outside of the box she was in. Leaving her lamp in the center of the coffin, Alice crawled to the other side of the box and took aim.
The werewolf popped up at the end of the coffin and struck out with his claws where the light was. He missed the girl and struck the light. The light survived; it was tough.
Alice fired another silver bullet into Vince. His clawed left hand prepared for a final strike at the abnormally brave child.
A white-gloved hand grabbed Vince's wrist and twisted his arm behind his back. Vince fell away from Alice field of vision to the floor.
Alice froze as the she heard the sounds of thrashing and jaws snapping. The werewolf called out in wolfish words that she could not understand. Then words slowly turned into whining.
Alice carefully peered over edge of the coffin's side and shined her light onto the floor.
Vince was weakly lying on the floor with the creature on his back. It had restrained both of the werewolf's arms behind his back with its teeth lodged in his neck. Vince rolled twice to dislodge the creature before he couldn't roll anymore.
Vince let out a terrified howl and then he gave out his last sigh, which was strangely filled with pleasure. Alice watched as the life in Vince's eyes died out. Slowly, his werewolf form shrunk to that of a dead human.
The creature that drained Vince's life had changed: its skin looked whole and its hair had turned blond. The hair color was actually a kind of strawberry blond.
It's two red eyes turned toward young Alice Hellsing. Alice bolted towards the door, away from this thing and toward the sounds of two werewolves fighting.
Just like it was not a good day for Vince, today was not a good day for any of the werewolves within the deserted old Hellsing Mansion. This included the combatants Christine and Sandy.
From the time of Sandy's yelling of "Mark!" and "Red! You're Dead!", everything went downhill for the both of them.
Originally, Sandy landed on the floor between Christine and the downward stairway and
Christine charged the blond werewolf. Both were in their tall werewolf forms. Christine growled in the language of the wolves, "You will be torn to pieces for hunting my pack, Yellow Fur."
Christine slashed with her dagger forward and only cut through air as Sandy jumped back. Sandy lunged with her dagger only to have Christine dodge off to one side.
The two werewolves started to circle each other. They were about the same height and size, the same amount of muscle and quickness, but Christine already had two bullet wounds and Sandy didn't.
After Vince went down the stairs, Sandy laughed, "The child will die. Hellsing will feel our suffering by losing one of his own, Red."
Christine retorted, "Your kind of mutt always goes after the weak, Yellow Fur."
Sandy slashed with her dagger, missing widely. Christine charged, putting her shoulder into Sandy and pinned her dagger arm against Sandy making the dagger unusable. Christine brought her own dagger up to plunge into Sandy's ribs, but Sandy caught the wrist of Christine's dagger hand in her left hand.
Christine free clawed left hand came up for Sandy's other side, and Sandy turned and fell backwards to avoid the strike and to free her own trapped arm.
As they started to fall down the dark stairwell, Christine's jaws bit down on Sandy's shoulder. The two rolled together down the trying to hold back each other's dagger arms while fighting to finish off the other with her own dagger. Teeth were the only weapons that were unrestrained and each tried to rip into the other's throat while only biting shoulders and arms.
The two plowed into Vince at the stuck door and didn't notice the cuts and bites that they gave poor Vince. As the door sprung open, Sandy's dagger went flying into the darkness. They continued rolling down the rest of the stairs to the floor below.
In the darkness they struggled for several seconds to gain control of the remaining dagger. Sandy received a cut on her shoulder as they rolled into an unseen wall. The last dagger spun off across the dark room.
A girl's screams started them and then Christine frantically attacked Sandy with claws and teeth, trying to finish the enemy quickly. Sandy was not so easily killed. Even though she was wounded, it was Christine who had the two bullet wounds. Christine was weakening faster than Sandy as they continued battling.
Finally Sandy held Christine down with one hand and was preparing to deliver a possible killing blow. Vince's terrified dying howl caused Sandy to freeze. Sandy asked, "Vince?"
All she heard was a strange sigh and the sound of running feet.
Christine kicked Sandy away from her. Sandy cursed and looked up only to see the Hellsing child, who carried a light, come running into the room. Sandy slowly stood on her feet and then growled at Alice.
Christine slammed into Sandy's side with the last of her strength. The two tumbled. Sandy quickly came out on top and she brought her fangs down toward Christine's throat.
Two shots rang out. Sandy's shoulder and back received two new small bullet wounds. She groaned and fell to one side.
Holding a smoking gun, Alice said, "Nobody hurts one of my friends!"
A noise caused Alice to look to the stairs. Sandy's ally David charged down the stair at the child. His fur had patches of blood of both his own and that of someone else.
Alice started to bring her small pistol around to aim at the new werewolf but she was too slow.
When David came upon the last step of the stair, he leapt at the child with his claws extended and his jaws opened.
Christine watched in horror as in horror as the enemy came flying down towards Alice. There was nothing she could do. Then a human sized creature with teeth leapt out from the hallway behind the child and over the top of Alice. It crashed into David and the two fell to the floor before Alice.
The girl ran from me. I was protecting her from this shaggy monster and she fled. Was it because I killed the creature? I didn't mean to. It turned into a man when he died. Oh my god, I've killed a man. But his blood burns within me: making me angry.
Does the girl think I'm a monster, too? I must be such a sight. Probably she thinks I am one of those zombies from a horror movie. I would be scared of me, too.
There is a male voice in the back of my head and he was not happy.
THERE IS A MAN IN MY MIND! THIS IS SO EMBARASSING!
Two gun shots! The girl! Where is she?
Into the hall I go. There's the girl. She's in the room AND THERE A MONSTER JUMPING AT HER!
I clear the child's head in a single leap and tackle the creature in mid-air.
Hey, those claws hurt!
David slashed the creature's leg as it wrestled with him. David decided that this thing wouldn't be much of a problem. It was small and smelled bad. It smelled like the dead.
It maneuvered and it was suddenly on his back! It was trying to lock up his arms behind his back with some kind of wrestling hold. It was strong and he was already weakened.
David spotted Sandy as she slowly came to her shaky feet. He yelled, "Sandy! Run for it!"
The creature released him and he quickly fled. Both Sandy and David charged up the stairs while they changed into their wolf forms.
The red-eyed strawberry blond haired creature turned to the last werewolf who was lying next to the wall. It reached down and picked up Christine by the throat.
Christine growled weakly as the creature studied her. Its red eye came to rest on the insignia on the werewolf's torn one-piece camouflage uniform. The badge was circular with the words 'Hellsing Security Agency' written around the edge of the badge with a big 'HSA' in the center of it.
The creature roughly whispered, "Hellsing Soldier... I'm Seras Victoria. Who are you?"
Two shots tore into the creature now known as Seras Victoria. She slowly turned toward Alice who was pointing a pistol at Seras. The shots were silver bullets and hurt like hell, but they were not blessed.
Alice shouted, "Let go of my friend, you… you… you thing!"
Seras slowly lowered the werewolf to the floor and then released it.
At the mansion's lobby floor, two badly hurt werewolves stood over an even worse looking one: Harry. Harry was down on his back and looked groggy. His cigar butt was yards away.
One of the standing werewolves kicked Harry in his ribs. Harry groaned and weakly swung at him.
The second werewolf stabbed the almost helpless Harry in the leg with a silver dagger. Harry weakly howled in pain.
He sneered. "Come on! Come on! Strike at us again. Our fun is not done yet. You will pay for those grenades. I will cut you with a thousand small cuts."
A voice in English came from the lobby's destroyed entry doorway, "That's one of my employees you're torturing, you stupid mutt."
Several coughs from two accelerator rifles sent bullets into the pair of enemy werewolves. In their sad condition, they didn't have a chance. They fell.
At the doorway stood Mr. Richard Hellsing the third. He was not a large man, but he had a force of charisma in his green eyes that commanded men to obey him. His brown hair was cut short and mustache was thin. His pinstriped suit was well tailored and the ivory white ceramic pistol looked expensive.
To Hellsing's right and left were two soldiers. Both are in camouflaged fatigues and each carried a battery powered accelerator rifle. They didn't look much different than any other plastic stock rifles.
Richard charged into the room followed by the gunmen and then six other soldiers. He desperately asked Harry, "Where is my daughter? Where?"
As a female soldier pulled a first aid kit from her small backpack, Harry, unable to speak human words in the werewolf form, pointed at the stairs.
As he turned toward the stairwell, a huge blonde wolf bolted out of the stairs. Even though Sandy's fur was covered with bloody patches, she bowled her way through the soldiers and toward the doorway out.
Two of the soldiers and Richard Hellsing started to aim at the retreating werewolf. A second black furred one charged out of the stairwell, knocking one of the aiming soldiers into Richard. The other soldier started to fire at the black one.
It all happened so quick, that the soldier wasn't sure if he hit the second wolf. He ran to the doorway and fired at the retreating wolves. The wolves dodged through the young trees growing in the old Hellsing driveway.
The two escaped.
The soldier reported aloud, "Sir, the wolves have escaped."
Mr. Hellsing grimaced and said, "Men, down the stairs. Two stay here to guard-"
The sound of two gunshots came through the stairwell. Alice Hellsing's voice was heard, "Let go of my friend, you… you… you thing!"
Richard charged down the stairs followed by soldiers. He came into the room at the bottom of the stairs with an electric lamp lying on the floor.
Before Richard was his daughter, holding a pistol, Christine in werewolf form lying on the floor and a woman with strawberry blond hair in some kind of uniform. She and the uniform were covered in large patches with blood.
Alice yelled, "Daddy! That monster is going to hurt Christine!"
Richard looked again at the woman and saw her blood red eyes. As the woman started to open her mouth to form words, Richard expertly aimed his pistol and fired.
Seras was shocked when she was shot in her chest. The silver round burned her.
Seras looked at the man as two soldiers came around him. The rifles they had were unfamiliar to Seras. A voice from the back of her mind called out for deaths of these people.
Seras paused and was rewarded with a second shot from Richard Hellsing.
As rifles were aimed, Seras retreated, stomping on the lamp and ran past the Hellsing child back to her room.
Alice squeaked but still tried to aim her gun but all she could see was darkness. "Daddy", she called.
The soldiers didn't fire and listened. They only heard the retreating sounds of feet and the closing of a door.
Richard Hellsing called, "No shooting. Alice, come over here."
"Ok, father."
One of the soldiers in the stairwell pulled out a lamp, turned it on and passed it down to Richard. Alice went behind her father.
With the light, Richard surveyed the room. Christine gave a weak wave from where she was lying. She slowly reverted back to her human form.
Richard snapped, "Get a First Aid kit. Christine, what was it?"
Christine grasped, "I don't know, boss. Whatever it was, it was strong. I think it a vampire. A strong one at that."
Hellsing nodded. "Alice, honey, please go up stairs. Daddy has some work he has to do."
As Seras ran into her room she noticed the corpse of the former werewolf Vince on the floor. She felt a strange connection to it that was getting stronger.
Richard and four soldiers went into the hallway and to the only door which trails of blood lead to. Richard and three of the soldiers stood on each side of the door while the last one kicked the door open.
Before them towered an unfamiliar werewolf standing almost seven feet tall. Richard and the soldier fired. The standing werewolf just stood there as the bullets poured into it. For a short time it refused to fall to the continuing rain of silver bullets. Then slowly the body of Vince fell backwards.
One of the soldiers announced, "I'm out of bullets."
Another soldier, with an accelerator rifle, said, "I'm out of battery power."
Hellsing reloaded his pistol. "Ok. You two back up. The rest of you, follow me."
The three entered the room and pointed their weapons in different directions. Nothing came at them. Slowly they moved across the room. There were only the remains of furniture and a destroyed box-like coffin.
Richard carefully looked over the coffin with the bedding inside of it and said, "This was where the vampire slept. She is gone, now. Damn, there was a vampire using part of my estate as her haven."
One of the soldier said, "Mr. Hellsing, there is no other way out of this room. It seems that the vampire has tricked us."
Richard turned and angrily left the room.
One of the soldiers asked the other, "Why is he so intense about vampires? We got wounded and possible enemy werewolves around here."
The other soldier replied, "You haven't heard? They say that vampires kill the boss' grandfather and cause the fall of the Hellsing family from the Royal Court to where it is now."
Seras waited. She waited for the noises to stop. Then she waited longer.
Seras came out of hiding by pushing off the coffin's mattress that she was under.
She stepped past the remains of the werewolf that she briefly controlled as a ghoul.
Seras walked into the room where she has been shot and quickly retreated up the stairs. The now empty room has an overpowering smell of blood.
Into the lobby she slowly crept. There were two werewolf bodies here. She stared at them lost in thought as thoughts from the back of her mind. Those thought raged within her.
Seras said out loud, "Those were your friends. Right Vince?"
Seras frowned with a headache. "No, Vince. What you did was wrong. You shouldn't attack little children."
She paused for a bit more and said, "Why should I trust everything you say?"
Seras finally said, "Ok, Vince, I'll see what is really going on."
Seras then headed up the stairs and worked her way up the third floor. In a study, she walked up to a set of glass doors. The dust and grime that covered them made the doors opaque.
Seras opened the doors and walked out onto a balcony.
Before Seras was the old troop assembly area. Young trees were growing through the asphalt.
She looked past the wall at the edge of the old Hellsing compound and saw a rundown city. There were no cars moving and plant life grew in breaks in the sidewalks and trees were everywhere.
Old rusted out cars littered the former streets.
There was nobody out there to be seen.
Seras wondered: How long have I been asleep?