The Death of a Monster
Alucard...
You said you were immortal.
I remember when you said that only a human can defeat a monster.
You meant yourself by monster, of course. Even though you've saved thousands of innocent lives. Even though you would never force someone to become a vampire. Even though you would have let that bastard go if I had asked not to be turned.
I guess everybody lies. And those that sound the most sure of themselves, who sound the most believable, the ones no one ever doubts; those are the people who lie most.
Like you.
You lied.
You said you were immortal.
But you weren't, not really.
You said only a human could defeat you.
But you died at the hands of a vampire no more human than a rabid dog.
Maybe you just got sick of living.
Someone said that to me once.
'Now you have eternity to look forward to. There'll be a time when you get sick of living forever.'
I guess they were right.
You just got tired of living.
I think.
Or maybe you simply weren't good enough.
No one would ever say so, of course. You were too sure of yourself for that.
But even heroes make mistakes and die, and you were never a hero, to hear you tell it. But maybe you were, just a little. In my eyes, anyway.
So now here I am, Master.
All alone.
And I don't know what I'm supposed to do.
I followed you to Hellsing; I would have followed you to hell.
But the road to heaven is one even I can't follow you on.
And so here I am, continuing a meaningless job, a day in day out fight against a darkness that will eventually overwhelm us all.
So what's the point? Why do I even bother?
I don't know.
I guess because you died doing this 'meaningless job', so I guess it must have meant something to you.
So maybe I'll continue it.
Maybe.
Not for Integral-sama, not for my old dead unit, not for myself, not for the world.
For you.
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Author's Note: I actaully wrote this a long time ago, but only got around to uploading it now. Its just a drabble, I guess. I sorta like it though.
