This is my slightly strange crossover fic re-written again. I do this one a lot it seems, but I'm actually pretty pleased with this attempt!
I'm working on Chappie two again as we speak! D
Its Hellsing/Gundam Wing.
Alucard x Milliardo.
It came from a weird rp, even I will admit its strange but its really fun to write and if you really think about it is really rather pretty as well! D So it win win!
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Only read if you want to!
Disclaimer. The characters of Gundam Wing and Hellsing are not mine.
Chapter One.
The night was dark now, and eerily quiet. Settled on the floor he could feel the cold of the night biting into him, seeping through his clothing, through his skin it felt as well, and even trying to sink into his bones. He was confused, his right arm and his right leg were throbbing dully and he honestly wasn't really certain what was going on, what had happened, and for the moment even where he was. He felt tired yet exhilarated all at the same time and he was certain his legs were shaking. As he pushed himself slowly to his feet, using the slightly slimy feeling wall to his right for support he felt the drizzle of rain that had been falling, and steadily increasing turn into a downpour, and within seconds any part of him that had been dry before was suddenly anything but. Carefully, with slow steps on legs that really didn't feel like they wanted to support him he edged his way out from between the two tarnished metal bins that had become his shelter for the past few minutes. He was standing in one of the narrower back streets that this area of London had had to offer, narrow enough that he was almost able to reach his hand across from one wall to the next, the tight space was slightly claustrophobic and would usually have had him hurrying away as quickly as he could, but as it stood at the moment there was a strange feeling of safety between the two towering, slightly slanting walls of the buildings on either side of him, and it was a safety that he couldn't quite bring himself to leave yet.
The rain that was running down his face caused him to lift a hand in a vain attempt to dry his face, futile in the heavy downpour, but the slight shift of his head it caused brought the pale strands of his hair, the shorter ones that made up his choppy fringe closer to his face, close enough in the end to cling stubbornly onto his rain soaked cheeks giving him a more haunted look than he had had before. The long fall of his hair was draped down his back in stark contrast to the black of his jacket, and reached almost to his hips. The very faint reflective light of the moon was caught in the water that soaked each strand, giving the hair a very faint shine even in the muffled dark of the alley itself.
What on earth had just happened? What had he seen? What had he been involved in… it was just too strange.
Bracing a hand on the wall again he allowed himself to turn, once again lifting his hand to brush his fingers through his hair, dragging the clinging strands of his fringe away from his cold cheeks. His icy blue eyes looked around him, still widened slightly more than usual, the pupils large as they strained to see, trying to make out any feature that could be made out in the darkness of the night. The alley behind him was as empty as the way forward had been, there was no sign that anyone else with the exception of himself had even entered it tonight, but that he knew, if the bizarre recollections of his uneasy mind were to be believed, was most definitely not the way it had been a few scant minutes ago…
He'd felt followed as he'd stepped into the alley, the footsteps that had echoed around him sounded heavier than his own, and unless his mind was playing tricks on him had been timed wrong, someone was following him. He'd jumped at the feeling of pressure on his shoulder, pressure and a sharper pain, fingers; it was fingers with long, pointed nails.
He had turned, trying to see who it was that held him, only to feel the grip tighten as he turned, holing him more firmly that before and he knew at that moment that even if he wanted to move again he couldn't, his chance for escape had gone now, he couldn't even move now. The recollection of what he'd seen then, only a few minutes ago, chilled him through again and far more effectively that even the cold of the night had managed, he felt his heart speed up and his eyes widened again, the memory was almost as terrifying as the moment itself had been.
As he'd turned he'd felt the hold tighten and there, slightly above his own eye-level he'd found himself staring into a lifeless pair of eyes… they didn't look human, they were cold, predatory, yellow maybe? Red? For some reason the colour hadn't forged itself into him memory in the same way the features had… the lips were thin, too thin, and as he stared, his heart racing, his muscles frozen in fear they had parted slightly, a malicious smirk taking the place of the previously blank expression. The memory of what he'd seen defied logic, defined his perception of what was real and what was simply horror and fiction, regardless though he felt his breath catch once, he had seen it… he knew he'd seen it… and it still terrified him.
As the lips drew back, allowing the smirk to widen he'd been horrified. Set in amongst the teeth, the normal teeth that could have belonged to anyone were a set of teeth that definitely didn't look right. They were longer… much longer and the way they tapered towards the end into fine, very sharp looking points couldn't possibly be natural… it was unnatural… supernatural perhaps, regardless however it was definitely not a warm and comforting sight, anything but, it terrified him.
As the creature, for it was obvious that this was no that held him here, the hold was too strong, the eyes, their colour and expression were wrong, the skin was pale, it looked dead, and even his mind as cloaked with panic as it was could rationalize that no human face could hold that expression of malicious desire and contempt for life. Slowly, ever so slowly he felt the creatures arm curl around his shoulders, pulling him closer to it, he felt his chest compressed by the tight hold it had on him and the small struggle he managed was entirely futile, he'd never felt weak before, for he wasn't short, not was he of a particularly delicate build, but at this moment he felt so weak and so powerless that he wouldn't have been in the least surprised had his body just given up and died on the spot.
A cool sensation against his chin made him start slightly, cold, dead feeling fingers pressed against his damp skin, sliding along to his cheek and curling tightly into his damp hair, pulling down, tipping his head backwards as the thump, longer than it should have been, shifted around and pressed against the front of his throat. Distressed, he made a strangled noise, it had been an attempt to scream that had thus far been silenced by pure fear, now; even though he wanted to he could make very little noise escape his lips and found it impossible to cry out for help, his fate in this twisted horror movie like scene seemed sealed. His world was moving like an old projector film, the frames seemed jumpy, blurred as he struggled to breathe, bright specks of light danced in the corner of his eyes while patches of black made things hard to make out. In almost slow motion he could just about discern the creatures face moving nearer to his… the smell was awful, he couldn't place it, it was like nothing he had ever encountered before. He saw the flick of a pointed tongue over its lips, and moments later he felt the lips themselves run over his neck, he shuddered, paralysed with fear now, and had the hand on his neck and hair been any loser he was sure he would have tumbled to the floor, there was no way his legs were supporting him now, the realisation that this was actually real, that this was happening and that if nothing happened he was very soon going to die! Why him? Why tonight? He couldn't understand at all how this had happened but he knew that this could quite easily be the end, no more wondering after this and that really did terrify him.
In an attempt to make things easier on himself he closed his eyes, squeezed them so tightly it almost hurt, but it was better than seeing death coming for him, he heard it, the low growl of the creature, the wind rushing through his clothing, fluttering it… wait... the wind? There was no wind… in confusion he stood there for a moment, waiting for the sharp pain to pierce his neck when the alley fell silent again, the noise he had heard moments before vanished and he suddenly his knees gave way under him, he slumped down, his right arm was crushed against the wall which was nearer to him than he remembered as he went down, the hand on his neck and shoulders had simply fallen away from him. His knee's connected heavily with the ground, he felt nothing not, there was no pain at that moment, just surprise, it flooded through him; how was he still breathing? Why wasn't he dead…?
Slowly he let his eyes open; the alley seemed oddly light after having had them pressed closed, what he saw however made him wonder if he was hallucinating, he'd not been able to breathe well after all, maybe that had gotten to him…
In front of him a short way down the alley was the creature he'd been accosted by, but that wasn't what drew his attention at the moment, facing the creature was another figure. This newcomer was dressed in the strangest outfit he'd seen since the fancy dress party he'd gone to some weeks before. A long blood red coat cling to the figures shoulder shrouding his body shapelessly right down to his knees. White gloves hugged long fingers hands and hung down by black clad sides, one holding a gun, the other relaxed, hanging limply. A large red hat that perfectly matched the coat in colour was settled on his head, leaning slightly forward due to the inclined angle of the others head, black hair showed under it though the others face was shrouded in the dark of the alley and the shadow of the hat.
With a speed that made him start, this other figure suddenly lifted his head, a wide grin on his lips revealing a row of teeth that horrifyingly resembled his previous attacker and caused him to lift a hand unthinkingly to his neck, he wasn't safe, he'd not been saved, now there were two of them! He felt his panic rise again…
The red clad creature turned to look at him, his head seeming to loll almost lazily on his neck, watching him, looking at him with eyes that he couldn't see himself, the hat was still in the way for the most part, and a pair of glasses took care of the rest, it was quite unnerving, unusual.
"Go. Now…" the voice was amused, it took him a moment to register where it came from. It was deep, quiet though with a lilt to it that could be described as nothing short of sarcastic.
"Its time for the game to begin and we wouldn't want to lose a player in the first round now would we…?" He sounded very amused, that man… creature glad in red.
He wanted to run but it was hard. With a great deal of effort he pulled himself to his feet on the wall, his icy eyes not leaving this new figure, they were wide, scared and somehow he just hadn't been able to tear his gaze away. He'd fled then, as fast as his legs of jelly would carry him, the silver gun had been raised, not at him however, but at the other creature, his fear wouldn't let him remain where he was. His pace had been stumbling at first, but soon he'd managed to move away… it still seemed like a dream, and with every passing minute it felt less real. He'd been out… had his drink been spiked? He could have just dreamed it all… He had hidden in an alley not too far away, he'd pushed himself into an alcove, nestled between two tarnished metal dustbins, and it was in that alley that he was currently standing. Carefully, as his legs were still feeling a little shaky he stepped out onto the cobbled street, this was old London… very old London, and apparently there was more to it that he had ever imagined. Needing to know if there was anything there, something to prove he hadn't imagined it, that he wasn't dreaming or drugged. He retraced his steps, he hadn't run as far as it had felt like he had, he'd only passed two small streets; it was funny how time could play tricks on you when mixed with the toxic poison of fear.
A few minutes brought him back to where he had been before, the exact spot, or so he thought, where he had been attacked, the alley was empty however. He had no idea where they'd gone, he hadn't heard footsteps behind him, but the shot of a gun had rung out. With a slight he hung his head, his eyes focusing on the damp shining cobblestones, there was something there though a patch that seemed darker, dry, and there was no reflection of the even partial light on it. Gingerly he nudged the strange substance with his toe, it crumbled and something shiny in the middle of it caught his eyes… what was that?
Slowly he crouched down, and reached out a hand to pick up the small silvery object, the powdery substance; it looked like ash, clung to his fingers as he held out his hand trying to wash the item he had lifted up in the rain, holding it in his palm to let the drops of water pool around it. It was a small, silver bullet… it shone bright, the casing was nowhere in sight… as he studied it, on his feet again he now started to feel strange… watched… he spun around on the spot, the hair on the back of his neck prickling slightly but… there was no one there, he was certain he'd felt something… he looked around once more but all his eyes could find was a rain soaked dog with a long tail and floppy, fluffy ears slinking away into the shadows… he was going mad… he had to be… but the bullet was proof enough that someone aside from him had been in the alley that night, where were they now however? And what would he do if they came back?
There we go! 3
All done in all its weird glory. I'll be posting the next chapter tonight me thinks 3 After that, who knows when the next one will show up! 3
