All the Pretty Things: Strangled at Birth
Summary: Seras is made into a vampire by the master Santino. Unfortunately for her, she is made into the secretary of the King of Vampires; a bloody beast of a man who's as sadistic as he is hideous. Join her as she strugles to emerge with her sanity intact. AU of the story Lovely Creatures by SweetTwilightvamps.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing or any other trademarked characters. This is a non-profit endeavour
Sophia, Bulgaria
The ancient and gothic university Sophia of St. Klement from Ohrid was a magnificent building that looked like it had been designed by Tim Burton after popping a few tabs of acid and chasing it down with a few gulps of booze and a deep breath of ether fumes. Even at this late hour, students were still coming and going.
The university was located conveniently near the St Ciril and Metodius National Library, a bus stop and a ridiculously bright and cheerful flower garden that even Cthulhu's dark miasma wouldn't be able to smother.
At present, a squad of vampires was showing up with a junior vampire in tow.
Seras Victoria was a newly made vampire with spiky blonde hair and a body that would appear normally on the cover of a plastic surgeon advertisement magazine. As a human, her giant breasts has hurt her back and turned the male of the species into heartless sex hounds.
Human men and back problems would never plague her now as she was a member of the stately brotherhood of the undead.
Seras looked at the university and her vampires eyes took in things no human noticed. For example, by the light of the moon no human would have been able to see the team of snipers hidden among the gargoyles; the first line of defense in the stronghold within.
The snipers appeared to be human except Seras keen nose detected a strong scent of wolf among the snipers.
Turning to her right, Seras addressed the vampire woman to the right of her. "I'm sorry, why did you all bring me here again?" It hadn't been a day since her maker had given her some of his blood before killing himself.
The diminutive vampire woman turned to Seras with dark, crazy eyes. "The plastic sex doll comes with us to have cake in the pimp daddy's house in order so that the grand pimp will not slap us."
Seras looked at Drusilla with restrained surprise on her features. "Right," she said. Then she turned towards Darla. "What the fuck did she just say?"
Darla, a former member of the Scourge of Europe smiled in a reassuring way that left Seras feeling like there were worms crawling up her spine. "When we saw that your master had died, we were so full of concern. We simply had to give you a place in our lord's house, for he is in great need since his last secretary retired."
Seras wasn't so sure about this. Despite what these vampires said, she severely doubted their concern for her wellbeing. She then turned to the vampire who once had been a French aristocrat. "What's this vampire king like? Is he a bit mad?"
Lestat was a rather boastful and arrogant bastard who favoured designer labels on his clothing and sexually preferred the pretty boys. A famous playboy and hedonist, he was by far the most honest and straightforward with Seras in this group. "Mad," he chuckled airily. His smile turned into a scowl. "He's terrible. If you don't wish to be killed outright, you will always refer to him as either Master or Sacred Ancestor."
This frightened Seras because for the short time she'd known him he'd come across as the kind of care free devil may care cad who laughed at everything. If he wasn't laughing then something must be bad—it must be bad bad.
It was then that Seras was startled by the freaky vampire child, Bartolome. Physically resembling a little boy, the lad was a powerful vampire who could kill a hundred people just by thinking of it. He was the power of this not exactly inconsiderable group. "Just move, you fucking cow." It was jarring to hear such adult and callous words from such a sweet, cherubic face.
With no further explanation of any sort, the vampire Radu took Seras hand and started to walk her towards the entrance of the Sacred Ancestor's lair.
Getting past the werewolf snipers, they entered the main administration building and went through a secret passage way.
From the gothic world above, Seras suddenly found herself walking into hell or the next best thing.
Seras, Radu and the vampire crew stepped into a cavern hewn from the bedrock. Stalagmites hung from the ceiling; cast into hideous relief by the blood red lamps which were strung across the rock surface. The lighting made it look like everything was covered in blood.
In trenches cut crudely into the rock worked armies of the Vampire King's devoted slaves. Metal workers pounded iron and steel to make knives, swords, guns and whatever was mean and deadly. The pounding of hammers and the wheeze of bellows was deafening and Seras had to cover her ears.
Skilled bomb makers in heavy bomb disposal suits zipped to and fro on roller skates with their deadly wares. Gunsmiths forged guns with greater skill than the world's greatest arms manufacturing companies.
On some platform, Seras saw a giant, muscular man with red skin and massive horns. He was a demon and guiding along a large, shaggy monster that hauled along a hundred ton block of gold like it was made of wood.
Standing guard were human servants of the lord vampire, labouring under the promise that one day they would join his army of the undead. The guards were a perverse lot; pedophiles, sexual predators, mass murderers, genetic fuckups and the criminally insane.
A pair of guards armed with shotguns and dressed in nothing but leather bondage masks and tight underwear bowed before the advancing group of vampires.
One of the forges here was bellowing smoke as workers poured molten steel into a vast pot. A guard dressed like a Russian soldier cracked a whip to encourage the labourers to perform better and not spill any steel. The Russian's eyes were covered with some kind of brace which caused him to continuously cry tears and drove him nearly mad with agony.
In the rafters scampered bizarre bald headed women wearing big black goggles. They watched the group with hungry curiosity and fingered the hundreds of knives which each one of them wore on their bodies instead of clothes. Every now and then, one of them would catch and eat one of the bats hanging from the rafters, except these bats had human faces.
Sears then spotted their destination. Raised above the industrial chaos was an office with a quite ordinary looking wooden door. It looked just like a foreman's office on the factory floor.
The keen vampire vision of Seras picked out the lettering on the frosted window in the door. It read, "Alucard: Sacred Ancestor. Please knock before entering."
As she was led up the stairs to Alucard's office, she spotted an Egyptian man covered in tattoos and very little else. The man was babbling to himself in a foreign language and cradling a machine gun. Suddenly, the man stopped his insane rambling and looked up and Seras.
The Egyptian's look of pure madness made Seras stumble on the steps.
As Radu knocked on the door, she heard the psychotic Egyptian speak. "His name is legion, for we are many!" The man then began to cackle loudly and disassemble his gun.
Rudely, Seras was shoved into Alucard's office. That was when she first met the Vampire King.
Thanks to all who read and reviewed :D I suggest you check out the story Pretty Things because it is very good; an intense read that pulls no punches. And I'd like to thank Sweettwilightvamps for giving me the insiration and permission to write this fic.
And since finals are now over I'd like to wish all happy holidays and merry christmas for those who believe in it. Stay healthy ;)
Ta
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