I do not own Hellsing, and will be using some things from the actual manga/anime in order to keep characters in check. I do not gain any profit from this story, this is fully for entertainment purposes. This is my second story and I hope you enjoy this story as much as I had writing it. It may contain romance later on in the story, but I really am going to be focusing on the adventure and pain of looking for yourself. Further chapters will probably contain cussing (since it's in the manga/anime), sexual references (it's about vampires!), torture (comes with experiments and blah), and other more mature content, hence I made this mature. Just warning you ahead of time so I don't have to keep referencing it. Thank you for reading, please enjoy, and give me some feedback.
Drip
Drip
Drip
Plop
The sounds echo through the dark halls cascading down the stairs into someones ears.
Rip.
Tear.
Thud.
The sounds get louder as they seem to descend toward the stairs. Something being dragged behind the sound of heavy uneven footfalls.
Thump.
Thud.
Thump.
Thud.
The stairs creak and groan as they protest from the weight of the pressure forced upon them. Then there was silence followed by heavy breathing and groaning.
Thwack!
The walls tremble as something crashes against them with great force.
Thud.
Heavy uneven footfalls once again fall, this time leading towards a slightly cracked door. The door is forced slowly, creaking as if in warning and protestation, flicking light flashes from the hallway, in it's dying declaration, through the opening. It falls into the room illuminating it for only a few minutes before it's light gleamed no more, enveloping the room once again in darkness's embrace.
Shuffle.
Thud.
Thud.
Shuffle.
The heavy uneven footfalls return as they seem to search for something. The shuffling finally stops in front of the closet. It was small and slightly cracked. Letting only a slight view to be seen both ways. Someone moves in the closet seeming to move away from the slight opening. Large gloved fingers creep over the closet door and into the opening in order to grasp it.
The door slowly opens and slime drips onto the fingers. The view of an eye and dark clothing come into view as light from the window brings out the outline of the body.
Thump. Thump. Thump thump thump thump thump...
The thing leans into the door and smiles, the light shimmers across it bloodied straight blunted teeth. The helmet, on the so called man's head, slides down; causing the light to reflect the silver symbol on it. A large gloved hand reaches out and...