Prologue: Genesis
There was darkness. Nothing but darkness. It was everywhere, all around him.
There was no sense of time. Floating languidly through the eternal abyss, he wondered who he was. Vague images danced in his head, but the effort of remembering hurt, and reluctantly, he let them fade away.
Then, slowly the darkness began to dissipate. He barely noticed it at first, then, gradually, his world began to lighten until he found hiself awake. He remembered who he was. He remembered everything. The battle. His defeat. He remembered glaring up into the fat face of the sultan. He remembered his own rage. And he remembered what he did as the instrument of his death swooped down upon his exposed neck.
The weight of what he had done fell upon him all once, and he felt tears running down his face. He blinked, and found that his vision was tinted red.
He was crying blood.
Author's Note -
Well, that's the prologue. What do you think? Besides it being short, ofcourse.
This project is something that will take a long time to finish, but I've been wanting to do something that would use my knowledge of European history to paint Alucard's transition through the centuries culminating in his defeat at the hands of Abraham van Hellsing.
So, review, and if you have a good idea for a name for this story, please let me know. I'd really apreciate it.
DAR