So I started to watch Hellsing and instantly fell in love with it and wanted to write something on it because I could and nobody could tell me. (Watch and see if someone tells me that I can't...) So here we go! I also wanted to give this series a theme song, not one that necessarily matches the name or something, just one that sounds like it would go with it. Or at least my character.
The name of the song is Pirate Hooker by Zomboy, I do not own the song or Zomboy (I wish I did...*Sobs*) Anywho, here goes nothing! Or everything... Regardless!
When the blood moon was out he always felt stronger. Faster, just better in ever reserve. He ran a hand through his hair before letting out a sigh. He was standing on a cliff overlooking a small town. He didn't know the name but could care less. He smelled Vampire and was determined to kill it. If it was a threat.
He let out a small growl before jumping off the cliff and free falling to the bottom. When he hit the ground he turned into red and black fog that spread along the ground and slowly came back together. It bunched up and with a puff of sorts he formed. He looked around before walking forward.
He hadn't seen any movement in the village and had a feeling the inhabitants were either dead or Ghouls. Either option was technically dead but only one of the options could actually hurt him. He lowered his hands to his belt and rested his hands on the dual revolvers that were loaded and ready to fire. The large caliber pistols had been his for many years to an extent where he had lost count.
When he got closer he could smell the stench of death that made his groan. He could smell the Ghouls and knew his job had just grown increasingly difficult.
"Goddamned beasts." He stepped forward until he reached the first house. He looked through the door that had been smashed down and saw a Ghoul standing and just twitching. He shook his head before walking behind it and ripping the head off.
The undead never heard him coming and dissolved into ash. He distastefully wiped his hands to get the putrid smelling ash off. When he was done he went further into the town until he saw a large group of Ghouls. He knew confrontation was unavoidable and decided to make the most of what he could.
He walked forward, not drawing his revolvers but resting his hands on them. When the first of the Ghouls noticed him they did not attack him, which only surprised him. He stopped walking and waited for a few seconds when he heard a chuckle to his left and up high.
Up on a roof he saw a man with a white cloak on, large sword slung over his shoulder.
"Looks like we have a lost little Vampire here. Aww, poor widdle wampire get lost?" He simply got into a ready stance with his left foot forward and his grip tightened on his revolvers. He pulled the hammers back but did not release them. They wouldn't fire but he wanted to see what would happen first.
"And you are?" Was all he asked the white cloaked Vampire.
"Timothy, though I never really did go by that name. You can either call me Master or you end." There was silence until the man started to laugh in a low voice. It grew until he was howling with laughter.
"I've never heard such horse shit in my life! Pity you're a Vampire and not a comedian, because that was hilarious!" Timothy dropped from the roof and pointed the large sword at the man and was shaking in anger.
"You have the audacity to insult me while you're outnumbered nearly a hundred to one!?" He looked around before looking back to Timothy and shrugging.
"Apparently." Timothy wasn't amused and just motioned his Ghouls forward.
"Kill that bastard!" The man did not move and waited until the Ghouls were almost upon him. In a flash he drew his revolvers and started to fire into the horde at a speed a human couldn't track. When he emptied his revolvers he quickly twirled them and placed them back in his holsters before reaching behind his back and pulling off the sawed-off shotgun that rested on his back.
He smirked before pulling the trigger and watched as a large portion of the horde turned to ash. He fired his second shot and saw only a few remaining Ghouls. He returned the gun to his back and drew the saber that rested on his left hip. He stood ready and waited for the right time to strike.
He swung and hit two of the Ghouls with one slice, destroying them. He started to quickly stab and slice the remaining ones until all that remained around him was ash and Timothy. The man pointed his sword at Timothy and grinned.
"What was that about audacity?" Timothy was shaking, but not out of fear, but fear.
"What are you?"
"Just a regular deadbeat Vampire like yourself. Only I've got a good purpose in life. Get ready to burn in hell you sick son of a bitch." The man sheathed his sword and pulled out a cross. He only made sure to touch the holy thing with his gloved hand but even then he was cautious. Being around something that could kill him tended to make him uneasy. Especially crosses.
He rushed Timothy who recovered and swung his sword at the strange Vampire. Timothy was surprised at his strength when the man blocked the large sword with just the cross. Looking closer Timothy could see it was sharped at the points. He had lost focus and was punished when the man grabbed him and pulled him into the sharp side of the cross.
"N-No! This cannot...be." Timothy felt his body wearing away from the holy artifact while he looked into the blood red eyes of his killer. The last thing he saw was the red eyes darken to an almost black red, something he had never seen before. Then he died.
The man kicked the ash away and put the cross back on his right hip where it hung haphazardly. The man pulled out his revolvers and slowly reloaded them.
"God have mercy on your soul, though it's not like you really deserve any from what you've done." When he finished with the revolvers he moved to the shotgun and then returned that to where it sat. He was unimpressed. He hadn't needed to use his powers on the weak excuse for a Vampire.
"Waste of my damned time." He started to walk away but looked up at the moon. He then lowered his gaze back down and started to walk. After just leaving the town he heard a shot ring out. Then another and eventually he heard dozens. It was many miles from where he was but he knew he could make it a few minutes.
He started to sprint off towards the sounds. When he arrived he saw another small town, though this one reeked of blood. He was hardly interested in the temptation of the blood. He had learned to control his lust for the life substance long ago. It had taken him years to get a grip on himself but he eventually had. It had been hard and very bloody, despite the fact that he was trying to get away from that.
He was about to enter when multiple military vehicles. He ducked back into the darkness of the woods and watched. After a few minutes he saw a blonde women in a suit emerge, cigar in her hand. He then felt it. The presence of age and darkness nearby. Every part of him but one wanted him to run away to safety but his curiosity didn't let him.
He saw a tall man with black hair and a large red coat and hat approach with a bundle in his hands. He could see the orange hair of a young girl. Well, young to him was anywhere from one to twenty-five. She looked to be in her late teens or early twenties.
He started to fade into his foggy haze to avoid detection as well as creep a little closer. He watched as the tall man exchanged a few words with the women and heard some that were about the girl.
"Police Girl." That was all he picked up and he guessed it was the orange haired girl. She was mostly looking up at the sky and nothing else. After a few seconds she slowly looked down and right at him. He didn't flinch or panic. He just placed a finger to his mouth and smiled. She just blinked slowly at him and then mumbled something that nobody could make out.
The man looked into her red eyes and could smell how fresh she was. He had only been around blood that tempting a few times in his life. It was riveting. Even from this distance. He didn't know how the tall man was resisting the blood in her... Unless he had already had a taste of her. He looked at the tall man and felt weak.
The power emanating from the tall man was terrifying. He growled silently to himself and then looked back at the girl. She had never taken her eyes off him. He smiled and then faded into fog. As he hovered away he saw both her and the tall man looking his direction. He wasn't sure if the tall man had seen him or not but he decided it would be best to leave before he was sure he had been seen.
When he had gotten far enough away he turned back and sighed. He looked up at the sky once more and felt a smirk tugging at him lips.
"What a great night." He placed his hands in his pockets and started to walk away. He couldn't keep his smirk down as he went, the night just turned out better then he expected it too.
One Week Later
The man was sitting in a bar just enjoying the peace and quiet. Though he was getting a few looks in his direction. He only chuckled and mumbled to himself, "I'll live." He reached for his glass when someone grabbed his wrist and pulled him on his back.
"I think you've had enough, Vampire." He looked up and saw a few men who looked like priests around him, some holding crosses in their hands. Under normal circumstances he would have been worried, but when one was drunk they tended to just casually go through things. The same happened with Vampires, though it's a lot harder to get a Vampire drunk then a normal person.
He slowly stood and placed one hand over his mouth and held the other out to tell them to wait. He turned and let out a small belch that took the priests off guard. The man sniffed in and saw four enemies.
"Who's firss?" He licked his lips while grabbing the revolvers on hip hips and drawing them. While he didn't aim them he just had them hanging in his hands. One of the priests ran at him and was surprised when his leg was blown off from a shot. The Vampire had seemed to almost instantly recover and had his smoking revolver aimed right where the man's leg was.
Two more ran at him and were stopped when they got blasted in the chest by two shots each. The Vampire spun and aimed his left revolver at the last priest. He smirked and stumbled a little before pulling the trigger, the weak pop from the head exploding and making splats on the far wall made the Vampire hungry.
The Vampire looked at the injured priest and hobbled forward. He aimed the guns at the man and gave off a quiet hic before speaking.
"Who sent ya?" The priest shook his head and through the pain looked at the Vampire and spat out, "God damn you soul, monster." The man leaned closer and chuckled.
"He already has." Then he fired. He looked back to the bartender and held a hand up.
"Check plesh."
Here's our hero... Sorta. He's an interesting fellow, isn't he? I like him. Well, I made him so of course I like him. I hope that you guys like him, how about that? Anywho, keep calm and may the Aura be with you. I typed this at 6 in the morning because I don't sleep. Fun shite... Not really.
