So hey! This is my first attempt at a Fanfic so I'm excited to see how you guys think I do. Criticism is welcome, and reviews are always appreciated! Hellsing sadly does not belong to me, it belongs to Kohta Hirano. If I owned Alucard, ...well... i'll keep my world domination plans to myself...
Hellsing has always been one of my favorite Manga/Anime and I normally don't like writing AU stories but ever since this one popped into my head I figured I'd give it a whirl. It's a mix of a lot of genres and will sort of run with the main OVA story line. I will also try to keep things as easy to understand as possible. I'm gonna fail that previous statement so heads up...
Also if anyone would like to help me by being a Beta please let me know. I want to make this story as interesting and heart-wrenching/throbbing as possible, but sadly my writing sucks. I leave details out, mess-up the grammar (I suck at it... which is why my career in journalism is probably not going so well...),and forget to put in certain plot points.
Alucard sadly does not show up till chapter 3, but the wait is worth it. I know my chapters are short but I'm working on making them longer so bear with me.
Please note that all flashbacks and thoughts will be in italics, and later on Alucard's speech will change through the story as his persona does.
Thanks for taking the time to read and welcome to You'll be the death of me!
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"Normal keeps you safe, hidden. You are not Normal for no matter how far you go, how hard you hide, I will always be one step ahead of you, and you will learn, there is no escape. I will be the death of you."
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I know you are, But what am I?
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Sophie Turner yawned, wiped the drool that was trickling from the corner of her mouth and turned over under her checkered patterned blankets. Nothing was going to ruin her morning, not even her step mother Millie and her bratty daughter Gwen. Speaking of which...
She snuggled down further when she heard Millie approaching, hoping for once that she'd just walk past her door and go away. No such luck. "SOPHIE! ARE YOU UP?! I CAN'T FIND GWEN!" Millie shouted through the door.
Sophie grabbed her pillow and held it over her head trying to ignore Millie's calls for the little girl. She did however turn back over and had just lifted the pillow when her blinds snapped open and the late morning sun leapt into the room.
"ACK!" she cried momentarily blinded by the light. She blinked and rubbed her eyes to glare at the blonde pigtailed 7 year old girl standing next to her windows holding the cords to her blinds.
"Good Morning Sophie!" Gwen mock sang. Her curly hair bounced slightly a hung to one side as she tilted her head to the side
Sophie resisted the urge to throw her pillow at her, knowing full well that her step mother would have a fit and then tattle to her dad about how she'd 'ruined' her 'baby's' pretty face.
"Get Out!" she growled, sitting up and hanging her legs over the side of the bed to slip her feet into the blue slippers on the floor. "Warmth!"
Gwen sniffed disdainfully. "You're no fun, but mom said you have to play with me today! I want to go to the fairground so you're gonna take me!"
Sophie held back a string of curses. as she stood up and stretched. "What happened to Hannah? I thought she was babysitting you today?"
Gwen straightened her head and grinned. "She called mom and said she was moving out of state."
Sophie wasn't surprised. Hannah was the fifth sitter to leave, and this was the saddest excuse yet. At least Jason had the decency to come to show Millie his broken leg that he obtained from chasing Gwen through the junkyard behind her school. Besides, Hannah was in her math class and she was not moving. "Stupid lying Hannah"
"Give me an hour to get ready" Sophie sighed rubbing her forehead. "I'm going to get gray hair before I'm thirty"
Gwen squealed with malicious glee and practically skipped out the door, slamming it shut behind , Sophie stepped over the random articles of clothing strewn around the room and trudged out the door grabbing her warm, fluffy purple robe off the hook as she left.
With her stomach growling, she slid down the stairway rail and collided into her older brother Ben. "You shouldn't do that you know. You'd get hurt if you hadn't bumped into me" he scolded grinned and punched him lightly in the arm. "At least you didn't fall down when I push you any more. You need to gain some serious muscle there buddy. Don't you ever go out? You're as pale as a ghost!" she joked.
Her older brother Ben was the only other sibling she had that was from her biological mother. Ben had just turned 24 and had been drafted into the Governments science facility, courtesy of their father. He had always been a whiz with machines, having built a working hover craft at age 12, and a computer (she had deemed 'her' "webo" after the machine in Flubber) that could actually understand and talk back to him, at age 20.
Sophie followed him as she skirted around the plants in the hallway and slid into the kitchen.
Grabbing a chair from the table she pulled it to the counter and hopped up to reach a box of cereal and pour it into an empty bowl sitting out. Ben snorted at her as she opened the fridge and grabbed the milk messily pouring it into her bowl, and spilling it out onto the counter top.
"Why can't you be a normal 20 year old and not make a mess?" he sighed, pulling out the bacon and a cart of eggs from the fridge.
Sophie jammed a spoonful of cereal into her mouth and chewed for a bit before swallowing and stuck out her tongue. "I'm much more normal than you!" she whined, shoving another spoonful in.
Normal was indeed how she liked to think herself as. While her brother was freckle faced, 6' 1', thin, and shaggy haired, she was on the short end of the stick. At 5'2" and petite build, she greatly envied her taller sibling. Her hair unlike his dirty blonde was a dark brown, bordering black in a certain light, and the only freckles she had were on the back of her shoulders. She had a little more color to her peach cream skin but since it was winter she hadn't been outside and had become a little paler while hoping to avoid the cold.
Her hazel eyes rolled before looking into Ben's green ones as he plopped down beside her and started meticulously cutting his bacon and eggs.
"Normal people don't cut their bacon" she teased gulping down the last of the milk in the bowl and getting up to put away the dirty dish.
Ben shrugged and sighed loudly before grabbing the newspaper to read about their dad's scientific break through with hydro energy. Ever since their mother's death he'd taken to being sullen and depressed occasionally smiling or joking to keep up a happy front, but he mostly had a look on his face like he was thinking really hard of something. Lately he'd been holding up in the basement that was his lab. Sophie hadn't been allowed in lately due to a mystery project Ben had been working on. she hadn't even been able to sneak inside for a peek since Webo had instructions to sound an alarm if she tried.
Yawning once more and stretching her arms out, Sophie climbed back up the stairs and walked into the bathroom she and Ben shared. The white tile walls gleamed having been cleaned the night before while the long gray sink and counter still had residue from toothpaste and soap.
Glancing at the clock on the wall reading 10:25 am, did nothing to make her move faster since she still had 35 minutes before she had to take Gwen to the fair. Turning the hot water all the way up and the cold water partially on she showered and washed up. After 20 minutes she decided she'd killed enough time and jumped out to quickly dry off and blow dry her shoulder length hair, trying not to let it get frizzy. Slipping on her thermal long sleeved shirt she pulled on her grey sweats and green hoody that read "I know you are, but what am I?" stuffed her wallet, keys, phone, pocket knife, and lighter (you never know when you'll need one) into her pockets and trudged back down stairs to find Millie fussing over Gwen near the main door.
Gwen was scowling as her mother forced her into an atrociously pink, puffy winter jacket complete with matching hat and gloves. The purple bows didn't help and Sophie had to stifle a laugh.
Millie liked to think of Gwen as herself when she was younger and doted on her every chance she had. Both mother and daughter had bright golden blonde hair and the icy bluest eyes Sophie had ever seen. What Sophie couldn't believe was how different the personalities were. Where Millie was clueless and well… stereotypically blonde, Gwen was the most malicious, evil child Sophie had ever met.
It was worth it to see the brat being smothered by her mom.
"Be careful, and keep your eyes on Gwen. She might be coming down with a cold, so bring her back if she starts feeling sick. My poor baby!" Millie stated handing Gwen two twenties.
Sophie shrugged on her black winter jacket and her black hat and followed Gwen out into the falling snow to the her car. The forest green vehicle was old but Sophie had bought it herself and that's what mattered. That and it's heater worked.
Millie stood in the door waving as Sophie backed down the drive way and onto the road.
"I want to go on the roller coasters first!" Gwen screeched happily kicking the back of her seat as they barreled down the highway towards the fair.
Sophie ignored her and turned the radio up louder.
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'I'm going to hurl!' Sophie thought, clamping her hand over her mouth to keep from doing just that as the rollercoaster finally came to a stop.
"Man you really have a weak stomach don't you" stated Gwen smugly as she undid her seatbelt and hopped off the ride.
Sophie swayed behind un-steadily as she followed Gwen to the Merry-Go-Round. "You go ahead I'll wait right over here." She watched as Gwen handed the operator two tickets and promptly went over to a little boy a year or so older than her, pushed him off the dragon figurine and sat on it grinning while the boy cried.
Sophie felt better after a minute or two and glanced around at the venders and bright lights of the other rides around her, so she wouldn't get dizzy staring at the Merry-Go-Round.
A loud bark startled her and she instantly reached for the knife that was in her pocket. … Or that had been in her pocket. Trying not to hyperventilate Sophie glanced around and saw that the dog that had scared her was in a cage in one of the stalls further down. The retriever whined, pawed at the bars and laid down, head between his paws. That calmed her a little but the fact that her knife was missing bothered her.
Dogs were scary.
Sophie slunk off the bus with the group of kids from her school, that were also being dropped off. She hung off to the back of the group as they all started to walk. The girls all giggled and chatted while the boys pushed and shoved each other as they raced to the neighborhood park. School had been boring as usual and Sophie was eager to get back home to read her new library book Dracula. Having taken the path many times to her house she cut through the back yards and headed for the woods, looking for the shortcut to her house. As she pulled out her book to read a bit further into her chapter she heard a series of barks. It was too late to run as she turned around to be tackled and bit by 3 Pitbulls and a Doberman. She screamed as the dogs tore into her arm and legs leaving puncture marks and claw marks all over her. The Doberman managed to tear a small chunk of her arm off after he bit down and shook his head. The neighbor who's yard she had been cutting through heard her and had come to her rescue with a baseball bat and frying pan. She'd been taken to the hospital for stitches and bandages for her limbs.
Ben had given her that knife to defend herself since he knew she preferred to be alone, and being alone could be dangerous.
She took a few breaths and placed her hand over the scar on her arm, turning around just as Gwen was walking back towards her, yet again pushing the same boy out of her way. Gwen looked Sophie up and down and grinned.
"You look paler than before. Seen a ghost?" she asked sweetly. Before Sophie could reply, Gwen ran off towards the venders section and disappeared amongst the crowd.
"Gwen!" Sophie yelled as she dashed after her.
After 10 minutes of franticly yelling and searching for the pink dressed kid, Sophie gave up and went to report the missing child to the fair's security guards. After being reassured if anyone was seen with Gwen or if Gwen was seen at all she would be brought to the station and Sophie would be notified. 'Hopefully Millie never gets wind of this' She walked back over to the venders section and continued searching.
"You look rather stressed my dear. Is something wrong?" came a woman's voice behind her.
Sophie turned around.
An old woman dressed in a navy Victorian dress complete with stockings and boots studied her with stormy blue eyes. Her gray hair was pulled up in a high bun, and a thin veil of lace covered the top part of her face.
"Stressed doesn't even come close to it." she replied coldly eyeing the strange old biddy. She didn't heave time for conversations. she had to find Gwen.
"There's no need to take that tone with me, I'm just trying to help. I noticed you searching for something earlier. What were you searching for?" she inquired.
Sophie glanced around and finally located the pin with the lady's name Morris Amy.
"My pocket knife. I had it with me before when my step sister and I arrived here. It must have fallen from my pocket when we were on the roller coaster." She checked her pockets again and sighed when the knife did not materialize back into her pocket.
"Come walk with me, I might have something to help you" Mrs. Morris stated and led Sophie to a large scarlet tent nearby. Inside all sorts of weird objects were displayed. Skulls with horns, bat's wings, and even pouches of 'werewolves' teeth' were some of the oddities that were displayed.
Sophie eyed everything wearily. "It's really ok. I can find another knife later. I should really be looking for my little sister. She's-" she started to explain when she was cut off by Mrs. Morris shoving a brown box into her arms.
Sophie glanced at the box and then raised her eyebrow at the elderly lady who was beaming.
"Well? Open it!" Mrs. Morris exclaimed waving her arms in the air.
Sophie opened the box, her eyes widening. "Well it's definitely….. Unique…" she trailed off eyeing the dagger in the box.
The dagger was lying on red velvet which contrasted with its black hilt. What looked like a bat's wings fanned out from the top of the hilt, leading to a single garnet atop of it. The blade itself was slightly curved reminding Sophie of a fang.
"It's from Romania, and was supposedly used to hunt Vampires. It's been in my family for generations, but never been used. I've been trying to get rid of it for a while" Mrs. Morris said while walking around rearranging her wares.
Sophie glanced back down at the dagger. The design was simple, yet so exotic at the same time.
"It's a nice dagger but I really don't need something like this" Sophie said finally, handing the box back to the woman.
Mrs. Morris frowned, looking saddened for a moment. "This dagger has been forgotten and left to rust in its box. It carries a lot of memories that I would like to leave behind in my families past. You too have things you wish to forget. Would you not wish to also leave behind memories? I don't normally do this but I will sell it to you for a good low price." Mrs. Morris sniffed.
"It is a pretty dagger"
Thinking she could afford it and would make up the lost money the next time she had work she made up her mind and asked "How much?"
Mrs. Morris's frown disappeared and a grin took its place. "$45.00. No tax." She squealed and rang up the purchase.
Sophie groaned and pulled out her wallet to pay for the dagger.
After bagging up her new weapon, she headed out of the tent, Mrs. Morris calling her thanks and good day after her.
A low groan made her turn her head, and Sophie groaned in turn. There was Gwen being led toward her by a security guard.
"She was throwing up in the ladies room" the guard stated frowning at Sophie. Sophie turned bright red and stuttered her thanks. What a moron she'd been not to check the bathroom.
Taking Gwen's hand as she moaned and groaned in the process, Sophie led Gwen to the car, intent on getting home and wrapping herself up in her blankets and reading.
Half way home she had to pull over so Gwen could puke yet again.
"Sheesh, what did you do?" Sophie asked her. Gwen groaned. "Too much candy" she muttered, and suddenly turned and got sick again in the seat next to her.
Sophie groaned and muttered curses softly under her breath, praying that this would all soon be over.
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What's funny about this is that I am a preschool teacher and I have had a 5 year old who was about as evil as Gwen. Well that's the first chapter. Second chapter should be up within the next day or two so stay tuned!
