Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ The Sacred and Profane ❯ Sacred and Profane ( Chapter 1 )

The Sacred and Profane

by Docky (a.k.a. DanceswithElvis)

Standard Disclaimer:

I don't own Hellsing, nor any of its' characters. Those belong to Young King Comics, the great Hirano and the Pioneer distribution company.

Silver stained crimson glinted in the moonlight, reflecting the brief terror of yellow eyes before they faded into a mist of ash. A tall, lanky figure stood watching that fine ash scatter to the wind as he lowered the brightly gleaming blades, blood still clinging and boiling on their blessed surfaces.

"Weakling. Unclean retch, grace be unto you and hell claim your soul" snarled a rough voice, a faint accent coloring his words. The threat gone, he stood silent for a moment before tucking away his instruments of Divine Justice safely back into his long coat. It was time for him to take his leave, yet he was hesitant to go. Despite what had just taken place, the cathedral was peaceful and that sense of peace called him to her stone façade.

Illuminated by the waning moon's light, the stone steps leading to the main chapel were cool and inviting. Adjusting his glasses, he sat on the hard stone, leaning back to gaze at the stark shadow that Saint-Leu d'Esserent, cast against the brightly lit night sky.

It had only been a few days ago that he had had the demise of the Hellsing organization within his grasp. Unfortunately he had underestimated the Protestant Knights and their pet abomination. The Hellsing bitch and her demon guard had gotten away for now…and the girl.

"…and the girl," he murmured, closing his insanely intelligent green eyes, picturing the young woman in question, as she had looked upon him with horror as he impaled her master with his holy blades.

"Such beautiful fear in those eyes," he whispered smugly, a feral grin spreading his lips "such an innocent." Shedding his glasses with one elegant move of a white gloved hand, he opened his eyes and gazed at the silver monochromatic landscape.

"Such perverse innocence; a pure soul tainted by the mark of an abomination. She is Mary Magdalene the Great Whore of Babylon…Mary Lucifer the Light-Giver….she is an innocent impure soul, one damned to hell for her piety," he thought with an elated sigh, "I will set her free and cleanse her soul with the darkest fires of hell…"

Casting his bleary gaze on one of the many stone carvings that decorated the archway, he spoke to the stoic stone image, "You know, even the Protestant swine, with all their so called research into the science of the undead," the word "science" spat out like sour wine, "even their pet abomination doesn't know how vampires are truly created. For all their knowledge they still remain pathetically ignorant."

Putting his glasses back on, he reached out and ran his hand over the intricately carved image of an aristocrat profanely carved as one of the great apostles, "Virginity is not worth the bed it's lost on; a vampire is made from a pure heart, not a pure body."

Rising, he stretched his long arms over his head and turned his back on Saint-Leu d'Esserent as he made his way down the stone steps, Maxwell's words echoing in his head.

"Pure good, pure evil, young children or elderly grandmothers, it doesn't matter once they are tainted by the blood of the dead, Alexander. They are damned from that point on."

Twisting his lips in a bitter expression at the memory, he whispered to the night around him, "I've tasted the bitter wine of Gilgamesh and become an instrument of Divine Justice," the image of the police girl once again passed through his brain as he summoned his power and shouted to the world around him, "I will set her free," before disappearing in a whirling cloud of Biblical text.

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Author's notes:

Well, the number one reason I wrote this, is because I'm an Anderson fan (not enough of those around, I think). The second reason, being that there aren't enough Anderson fics out there!

I tried to keep Alexander Anderson in character as much as possible, but with a character as mentally unstable as he is, I'm not sure you could ever be too far out of character or too sure of your footing when keeping him in. I guess out of character for him would be him becoming an Ozzie fan, an atheist and wearing spandex jump suits.

The references to Mary Magdalene as the Whore of Babylon and Mary Lucifer the Light Giver, are historical names given to the woman who anointed the feet of Jesus with spice and tears. (Eh, my time in Catechism and Bible school finally pays off….*rolls her eyes*)

Saint-Leu d'Esserent is an actual Medieval cathedral in France that I pulled out of, Art and Architecture in Medieval France, by Whitney S. Stoddard.

Also the reference to the wine of Gilgamesh is due to the legend and speculation that he was one of the first vampires of civilized (post caveman) time. I won't go into the legend here, if anyone is interested please feel free to email me at: Grouchomarxism@hotmail.com

As always, reviews comments and suggestions are welcome.

Docky (AKA DanceswithElvis)