Hecksing- By DarkestVampire

Chapter 1: Vampire Hunter

Cheddar Village, England, Great Britain

The year is 1997.

3:07 AM.



The night was cold and cloudy, small waves of wind rushed over the grassland. Tree branches made small noises, giving off a little sign of life in this silence. High above them was the moon, shining in a full circle down to the world of the humans, giving light deep in the night.

Nobody was around anywhere...

But, on the very edge of a hill nearby, one could still spot a person, standing there, waiting for something. On closer look, the figure was stareing up to the moon, watching it behind thick sunglasses, tinted orange, almost red. Shoulder long hair came out under the wide brimmed hat, hanging over a blood red coat like a thin blanket covering a body. Minutes passed in silence, until the radio headset in the persons ear started to sound.

"What are you doing just now, Vampire? Get moveing!" it came from the tiny speaker of the headset.

Then, the figure turned lightly, back to the street, not giving off the face by pulling up the coat a bit.

"Ah, sorry.. I just looked at the moon for a little while."

With that, the person continued to walk towards the forest near Cheddar.


A few days earlier.. the 14th of June, Wendsday..

A strange priest came to this land. A quite bizarre one, to say the least.

He took the chuch near the forest of Cheddar, praying with the townfolk there.. but no one ever saw him outside.

Whatever it was day or night, he stayed inside the church, always avoiding the light of sun.. but no one seemed to notice, until the first villager disappeared without a trace.

At first, the suspicion was that he just left, but then, one person after another were gone, following in his footsteps... finally, as the priest didn`t disappear, but seemed to look younger with every day that passed, the people of Cheddar alerted the police, framed him.

On the next day, a division of the D11 commando, lead by the English police department, engaged...

Two days later, the zone around Cheddar was declared as "danger zone" class V.


5th of July, present day, Monday

"Hellsing Organziation?" The chief of the D11 asked, forced to believe what the man told him.

"Yes.. in case you weren`t listening, I will explain myself again." The young man next to him took his coat off, letting long brown hair have its ways of gravity.

The man, obviously his butler, handed him a pack of cigars, and after he took one, a lighter snapped and the butler lighted it for him.

"The Hellsing Organzation.. is a secret counter-strike force against the undead. When a Homo Phili, or vampire, as we commonly say, bites someone.. the victim becomes a ghoul almost immildiantly.

A ghoul is, as you might know, an undead creature, much like a zombie."

The man exhaled a smoke ring. "Your men have most likely been killed, or transformed into ghouls.. and are thus our property."

The chief blinked serveral times, then made an hard expression. "Vampires? Ghouls? Are you trying to fool us?! These things don`t exist!"

The man turned around, faceing him with his green eyes, stareing down his.

"The Hellsings have haunted these creatures with effect for generations. How dare you speak to us in such a tone. Just because your authority isn´t high enough to know about us, you think that you can disbelieve the holy order of the Queen? ... but back to the topic at hand... if the victim that is bitten is a virgin, and most of all, is of the opposite sex, he can also turn into something else... a vampire of his own. To prevent that, i´ve send the best we have.... don`t worry, this will be taken care of in an instant."

The chief exhaled a breath, then looked at him again. "You send one man to that monster?!"

The head of Hellsing however, shook his head with a grin. "Not one man. One vampire."

"Who is he?" The chief wanted to know, suddenly curious about what that person could be. Another cloud of smoke filled the air before the Hellsing leader started to talk again.

"Her name is Seras... and she is a perfect vampire hunter. Only a vampire knows exactly how to kill one. If she handles the case, then it will be over as soon as she gets there."


Meanwhile, a few kilometeres away..

The person in the red coat was still walking on, and on, and on, with seemingly no tiredness at all.

The sunglasses glittered in the moonlight, as a breath of wind opened up the coat, revealing a catsuit-like attire underneath.

Large boots that went up to the knees, an red ribbon over a bust one could easyly get jealous of.. and on the hip, held in place by a thick leather holster, was a gigantic handgun, surpassing everything imagineable in pistols or revolvers that was on the market.

A devious smirk crossed the cute face that could turn in a monsterous one as the wind passed by.. another human life just ended, she could feel the tiny drops of blood in the wind.

"What a wonderful night... come to think of it, it makes me hunger for blood myself.." The soft, feminine voice spoke, followed by a laughter that could be compared to the one of the devil itself, dark, low and horrible.

The gloved hands of the woman glided up to the coat and closed it over the chest, before moveing on.. the pentagram symbols on each glove glowed red for the fraction of a second.

"Releaseing control lock restriction to level four.. hold until the target has been completely silenced." She muttered, while continuneing her path.

Not far away, the last survivor of the D11 was fighting through the forest.

A tall man, probably two metres tall when being up close, with black hair and a very muscular figure.

But right now, he ran for his life, the vampire priest right on his heels.

Sometimes, he turned around, and fired a few shots at him, but the only thing that happened was that one of his ghouls stepped forth and caught the shots for him.

"Hah! Guns are useless, my friend.. just accept your fate and join me..." the priest laughed, grinning in pre-extasy.

But stopping to walk was a bad idea, as the cop found out... the Priest catched on and grabbed his collar tightly, holding him up.

"You know what.. I won´t turn you into a vampire... I will rape you, and then kill you, before you join my army... You will be... mine..." The vampire taunted, grasping him by the arm, rushing the other one over his chest.

"No... no... NOOO!" The cop`s cry was cut short by an aura appearing out of nowhere.

"Why are you yelling like that, human... he`s just fooling around with you."

"Who the fuck are you?!" The priest shouted to the intruder, holding the cop tightly, like a hostage.

"I`m a hitman.. thats all you need to know." The person stepped closer revealing her red attire and catsuit as she stepped out of the dark.

"A hit-man? Hah! You look like a woman to me!"

The girl clentched her teeth, stopping for a moment. "Its my job, okay, I didn´t name it like that. But, on the other hand, you look like a punk more than a priest, as well." She stepped in closer.

"What rags are you wearing, what look you`re having. Wrinkles covering your face, a nose that people would die for, and most of all, this cotton suit is making me sick... making me SICK!!" The girl stopped in the middle of everything, loweing her arms after she pointed at the priest for a time.

"Someone like you should just die... and thats what you´re about to do."

The vampire priest grinned, snipping his fingers. "Whats that? I will die?! Looks like the other way around, girl!"

The ghouls surrounding them suddenly pulled out their guns, submachine guns, shotguns, handguns, everything owned by the police.. and they all fired at once.

The cop held by the priest was about to go numb as so many weapons fired right next to him.

The woman in the coat, however, had worse problems, as she was pierced by bullets all over... turning into a mess.

Her left arm was shot off by a shotgun slug, the glasses fell to the ground after a fouty-four blast, her cheek exploded in a red cloud as the same gun shot again...

A minute later, a deformed corpse fell to the ground, wearing red.

"Hah! Hitman, hit-woman.. I`d say she was jokeing!!" Red eyes flashed as the priest eyed her.

The cop in his hands just lowered his head and sighed.

But then, a moment later, the blood spilled suddenly started to run across the field, towards the corpse.. in fact, the blood returned into the body itself, and the served arm disappeared, reappearing on the body in a swifted cloud.

Slowly, the body rose again, and red eyes flashed up there as well.

"Shooting guns at me.. what a pathetic excuse for a vampire!" She said, then stood back up, still regenerateing.

"Wha... what...!" Stuttered the priest, but his words were cut off by a glace of the vampire in front of him.

"But if thats the way you want to play, I have something in mind..." Then, the girl drew out her huge handgun, its silver body flashed in the moonlight before it plopped down onto her arm.

A moment passed, and the ghoul that was aimed at was about to fire back, but then she pulled the trigger.

The gigantic slide of the weapon whacked backwards as a muzzle flame three feet long flashed out of the gun, the bullet letting the face of the ghoul explode.

Slowly turning around in a circle, the girl kept fireing at the ghouls next and near to her, shell cases plopping to the ground while ghoul bodies detonated repeatedly.

Finally, the empty magazine of the weapon it the ground, as the ghouls turned to dust alltogether.

"What.. why?! You`re a vampire like me, and yet you...!" The priest started, but the girl cut him off.

"At least i´m not dressed like an idiot. Your style of clothing and sense is immature.. and ugly. For the sake of the human peace.. you`ll die."

A fresh magazine slid into the weapon, and the slide clicked back into place.

"These thirteem millimeter silver bullets fitted with explosive penetrators, melted down from Lancaster crosses and fitted into Casull shells will do a rather good job on your flithy body.."

The vampire girl grinned wide.

"Nothing I shoot ever gets back up, again."


"Wait.. just wait.. help me escape, and we can share this one... we can rape him both, we can live together, we can drink from people, we can.." The priest stuttered, but the girl didn`t seem to listen.

"Cop." She simply said, looking at the guy in the priests hands.

"Ye..yes?" He answered, shuddering a bit.

"I`m going to kill him..but you`re in the way. I will have to shoot through your lungs to destroy him." She said calmly, like she would do it everyday.

"..." Silence came from the cop. So he was gonna die, anyway? She wasn`t gonna save him?

"Are you a virgin?" She asked, but then was interrupted by the priest.

"No! What are you doing?! Are you even listening to...!"

"Are. You. A .Virgin." She repeated, louder, more clearer.. and dangerously threatening.

"Ye...yes...!" The cop answered... and a second later, he felt a beat to the chest.

Then, pain followed, and he saw his own blood spilled out.

The smokeing gun in the hands of the girl was the evidence that she wasn`t kidding.

"What....what... are you... Who are you....!!" Gasped the priest, trying to close the wound over his heart.

"...the vampire... Seras!!" and with that, her arm ended his undead existance by pieceing his heart.

Finally, the silence was back again, and the gun slid back into its holster..

But the cop was still lieing there, bleeding.

Seras got onto her knees, looking down at him.

"Hey... whats your name, cop." She asked, putting her glasses back on.

"A....Alu..card..." He groaned, not being able to move much.

"Alucard, huh... your blood smells delicous." The cop flitched, but regreted it instantly as a shock of pain went through him.

"Say, Alucard... wouldn´t you like to be a vampire, too?"

A rush of thoughs went through his brain. Images... voices... colors...

He going onto a crusade... he finding his wife that he never had sex with dead... then, he was punished for it, hanging without dieing after it... and finally, the fat sultan rapeing him.

"..y..yes... but..."

"Good... " Seras purred, comeing down closer to his neck.

"But... I want to... fuck....y...!...." His voice died, and he fainted into a deep slumber as Seras`s fangs bit down his neck, draining the rest of his blood in the process.

To be continued.....