First Hellsing fic so be nice, unfortunately the Hellsing crew are not
mine, but here goes.
Chapter One ~ Reviver of the Ancients
I guess I have never really bothered to tell anyone about my past. The point is no one has ever wanted to know it before, they do not now, that is why I am not telling it. Like so many things in the past, they have been forgotten or lost with the minds of those who have not told them. My story has not finished and I am very sure that it won't for a long time yet.
It has been trivial to me why there are so many beings that do not realise the power that they possess, usually it is the female species that withhold these abilities but there are exceptions, one in particular. He is very powerful, not as powerful as I am, for I am far wiser, older and generally more supreme, yet he seems to lack feelings.
Unfortunately that was a blunder on my part, yet those matters could not have been helped. He has survived though, and he has become far more than what was suspected of him. As I see him, he being totally unaware of my presence, he has become graced with his age, but as usual his determination brings out the best in him, however arrogant he seems with it.
But that is why I am here now, and this is why I am saying this. His feelings are locked away and I am the only one who possesses the key to open them. That is not boasting on my part its because I speak the truth, my mistake was one that I must amends, if it means showing him the forgotten then so be it.
Even if it means that he may end up hating me, though at this precise moment he knows nothing of me, so I suppose once he knows things will ravel out as planned. Not my plans, they never go the way I want them, but to who ever desires that fate turns its hands to.
I do not even think he knows his maker, I'm not even sure he cares anymore. I never see them anymore; they are dead to me, as they are him. Maybe he will become interested once he knows, but even that is probably asking too much. He may have blocked his memory himself, just so he doesn't have to trouble himself with them, either way soon he will face them.
Some think he is a traitor to his kind, he kills them for his human master, they believe him to be a pet or a marionette with his beloved puppeteer. I think that he enjoys it to a certain extent, he adores his master, as well as his fledgling, and he loves the residence as well as the company that he sometimes keeps. Yet I know there is something that he wishes: to be free, but as long as he has his vampire senses he will not be totally at peace with himself.
He may be Lord God in his realm of mortals, but wait till he meets his queen. She knows his past, she knows him better than he does. No danger is to be passed onto him or his mortals. You see that I say "his"? Well its true, whether they know it or not, they are his. He can control them if he wishes, though he chooses not to, but still he can and whenever he likes.
I just hope that he cherishes his heritage more than his mortals, however much he condescends them, he adores them, as I have said before. My feelings have yet to be settled I don't know how things will turn out but I know this; I will make him know who he is, and most importantly who I am.
*~*~*
A girl awoke in a room filled with beautiful decorations, she knew she hadn't been there when she had fallen asleep. As her eyes focused she realised that there was another in the room. A man dressed in black, with white-gold hair. He was beautiful but so much so that it was crude to the eyes.
"Vivica." He spoke quietly
"My name isn't Vivica, where..." She stopped as he touched her forehead, then laid his other hand on her shoulder and sat down beside her. She sat still, paralysed where she sat as she watched his eyes trail over her.
His hand moved again and this time to just below the left side of her collarbone. She gasped; his fingers were cold against her skin. She was only wearing a thin white cotton dress, which really should have been way too flimsy for the autumn days, but it didn't matter here. The fire was burning in the hearth not far away from the bed and the temperature was comfortable, apart from the cold fingertips pressed against her pale skin.
The man drew closer to her and pulled her into an embrace. His lips locked with hers, though it was not a kiss, his fingers pressed harder on her chest and she began to feel pain. She made a sound to scream but it was drowned out by their connecting lips. The discomfort was becoming more of an issue until she felt her skin break and she screamed.
There was loss of contact between them and she heard her yelling load and clear. The agony was becoming unbearable and she went into shock. It felt more like she was under water but she could still breathe, everything seemed very distant and she heard the man next to her speak.
"Vivica is you and you are her, soon you will remember all."
Chapter One ~ Reviver of the Ancients
I guess I have never really bothered to tell anyone about my past. The point is no one has ever wanted to know it before, they do not now, that is why I am not telling it. Like so many things in the past, they have been forgotten or lost with the minds of those who have not told them. My story has not finished and I am very sure that it won't for a long time yet.
It has been trivial to me why there are so many beings that do not realise the power that they possess, usually it is the female species that withhold these abilities but there are exceptions, one in particular. He is very powerful, not as powerful as I am, for I am far wiser, older and generally more supreme, yet he seems to lack feelings.
Unfortunately that was a blunder on my part, yet those matters could not have been helped. He has survived though, and he has become far more than what was suspected of him. As I see him, he being totally unaware of my presence, he has become graced with his age, but as usual his determination brings out the best in him, however arrogant he seems with it.
But that is why I am here now, and this is why I am saying this. His feelings are locked away and I am the only one who possesses the key to open them. That is not boasting on my part its because I speak the truth, my mistake was one that I must amends, if it means showing him the forgotten then so be it.
Even if it means that he may end up hating me, though at this precise moment he knows nothing of me, so I suppose once he knows things will ravel out as planned. Not my plans, they never go the way I want them, but to who ever desires that fate turns its hands to.
I do not even think he knows his maker, I'm not even sure he cares anymore. I never see them anymore; they are dead to me, as they are him. Maybe he will become interested once he knows, but even that is probably asking too much. He may have blocked his memory himself, just so he doesn't have to trouble himself with them, either way soon he will face them.
Some think he is a traitor to his kind, he kills them for his human master, they believe him to be a pet or a marionette with his beloved puppeteer. I think that he enjoys it to a certain extent, he adores his master, as well as his fledgling, and he loves the residence as well as the company that he sometimes keeps. Yet I know there is something that he wishes: to be free, but as long as he has his vampire senses he will not be totally at peace with himself.
He may be Lord God in his realm of mortals, but wait till he meets his queen. She knows his past, she knows him better than he does. No danger is to be passed onto him or his mortals. You see that I say "his"? Well its true, whether they know it or not, they are his. He can control them if he wishes, though he chooses not to, but still he can and whenever he likes.
I just hope that he cherishes his heritage more than his mortals, however much he condescends them, he adores them, as I have said before. My feelings have yet to be settled I don't know how things will turn out but I know this; I will make him know who he is, and most importantly who I am.
*~*~*
A girl awoke in a room filled with beautiful decorations, she knew she hadn't been there when she had fallen asleep. As her eyes focused she realised that there was another in the room. A man dressed in black, with white-gold hair. He was beautiful but so much so that it was crude to the eyes.
"Vivica." He spoke quietly
"My name isn't Vivica, where..." She stopped as he touched her forehead, then laid his other hand on her shoulder and sat down beside her. She sat still, paralysed where she sat as she watched his eyes trail over her.
His hand moved again and this time to just below the left side of her collarbone. She gasped; his fingers were cold against her skin. She was only wearing a thin white cotton dress, which really should have been way too flimsy for the autumn days, but it didn't matter here. The fire was burning in the hearth not far away from the bed and the temperature was comfortable, apart from the cold fingertips pressed against her pale skin.
The man drew closer to her and pulled her into an embrace. His lips locked with hers, though it was not a kiss, his fingers pressed harder on her chest and she began to feel pain. She made a sound to scream but it was drowned out by their connecting lips. The discomfort was becoming more of an issue until she felt her skin break and she screamed.
There was loss of contact between them and she heard her yelling load and clear. The agony was becoming unbearable and she went into shock. It felt more like she was under water but she could still breathe, everything seemed very distant and she heard the man next to her speak.
"Vivica is you and you are her, soon you will remember all."