This chapter has been revised...I'm sorry about that if you liked it the way it was before, but I kept rereading it and I didn't feel very good about how I'd written it. So I've changed somethings, I replaced my other character with Seras. I tried writing this story without Seras being hooked up to Alucard, but I'm sorry...(to whom it may concern...including you Mitch!)...it's definitely a challenge, that I'll take up later, but not now. I just wanted to put that out there. Okay now on to the story.
The sun set behind bloodied clouds, punishing the world with darkness.
There are many well known facts behind the mythical blood sucking demon, the vampire. What isn't fully understood or even yet discovered is why. More precisely how. How is it that a human can become something other than what they are, to become immortal and prey on the innocent? Many speculate it was due to a bargain struck by the devil and there are few who believe it is just a curse placed upon one man by God to be damned for eternity. However if that were true, what indiscretions would man have committed in order to have such a powerful curse placed upon him? And is it really a curse or is it a gift given to the chosen?
One question after another, even if there was to be one legitimate answer there would be twice the number of questions accompanying it. Here is the ultimate question however, are these questions meant to be answered or are they meant to remain a mystery until the end of days and only in death shall the answers appear? This may not emerge as an important question, but in reality it is. After life each of us are placed through a sort of examination in the medium of time. Inspected to see if we are truly worthy to pass on, if we are meant to repeat life once more, or if we are one of the marked children of Cain. Interesting, is it not?
What of Dracula? The first of the Vampire Lords, the self-made vampire, a true Nosferatu. What of him and his existence, how was it that he came to be what he was? His deeds couldn't have been the center of his becoming a night walker or his past for that matter, it had to have been something else. Here is the very first question, the one meant to reveal to us the meaning behind our curiosity. For he was the first and for that the beginning of beings that could come from death into life and be consider neither alive or dead but a medium, an undead entity.
My fellow readers, this is an answer I will not reveal to you without a price. To read. Not a terrible price when one first thinks of it, however it is a burdened payment, for after reading this would you really want to know? Would you really want to see, to feel? It is not my choice in any case, it is yours, my fair readers, but I must say, be wary of what you read. Not everything is fun and games, because in the end there is always someone who gets hurt.
I will leave you now to your own devices, but I will add this last detail to my extensive description, this is the story of many, the story of one, and the story of none. There are things that have been legitimately experienced, while there have been other situations that cannot or have not yet come into being. However, that too is left up to you, cherished readers.
Now, I will bid you curiosity and fear for both are needed to balance the other.
Sienora and until next time,
Anemoi
Disclaimer: I love Hellsing so much...but they keep running away from me!
-Introduction
The lights in the family room began to flicker, causing a small moan to escape Seras's lips as she fought the urge to wake to the disturbance. She curled up tighter under the heavily worn blanket that covered her from head to toe. Small padded feet softly and hurriedly ran towards Seras's sleeping figure.
Unsure of whether to wake her older sister or to simply let her be, the young child moved to lay beside Seras. A small peep suddenly escaped the child's lips disturbing the morning quit.
"No…leave me be, I'm not ready to wake up," Seras whined, one closed eyelid rose lazily, glittering crystal blue in the shady living room. It roamed on the intruder, taking in the small presence, Seras almost growled with annoyance, "Menna, why are you up so early!?"
"I didn't want mama to worry Kiki, I had another bad dream," Seras smiled at the nickname that her younger sister used for her. How could she get annoyed by her younger sister when she looked so innocent and frail standing all alone in the darkness of the living room. Braving the darkness it would seem from the way Menna's eyes looked, determination streaked their brown surface, with her jaw squared like a little warrior.
A smile played at the very edge of Seras's lips, and a gentleness entered her previously grouchy demeanor. She slowly unraveled herself from her cocooned comfort and warmth, and lifted the blanket a bit so that Menna could crawl beneath.
"I guess you can sleep with me for the remainder of the night, just don't kick me okay, this couch is already cramped as it is."
Menna climbed onto to the couch, and curled up beside Seras who had turned to her side, permitting the young four year old to curl up beside her.
"Hey, Menna, what did you dream about?" Seras asked eyes wide open now that she was awake.
"Someone came to take you away Seras…" She whispered, and suddenly two small arms wound about Seras's tiny waist hugging her protectively.
Seras grunted from the sudden show of affection, and sat up on the couch lifting Menna onto her lap and hugging her fiercely. "Dearest," she whispered, running her hand through Menna's childish dirty blond locks. "I'd never leave you, I'll always be here with you, no matter what happnes."
Menna looked Seras in the eyes, brown eyes clashing with blue, "what if you die Kiki, or you lose your memory?"
Seras felt a sudden swell of fear in the cavity of her gut. It was an honest question, but she wondered how any human being could answer such a question, honestly. It was impossible for her to know what was to happen to her in the future. She could only hope…
"Menna, I swear to you I'll always be here no matter what happens to me, I'll be here to help you, to protect you, and to love you, just like mommy. Okay?"
With that Menna gave Seras a weak smile and curled up closer to her sister. "I love you Kiki."
Seras smiled, happy that her answer pleased and reassured her sister, "I love you too babe, now lets get some sleep." Seras fell back on the cushions with Menna in her arms, eyes already shut against the darkness.
Menna looked at her sister's sleeping form, although her sister had reassured her, she still felt as if something bad was going to happen, just like the dream said it would. The scary guy that lived in the shadows had told her as much, he'd said that Kiki would have a choice, to live or to die and she and mama would be in the balance of things.
Menna snuggled closer to Seras, and pulled the covers closer to her chin. The darkness around the living room gave her the creeps, but with Seras by her side and the warmth that emitted from both her older sister and the worn covers, she felt protected from the lonely and cold shadows that filled the living room.
With that, Menna slowly succumbed to sleep, with the gently rhythm of Seras's breathing to the sound beating rhythm of the small grandfather clock hung on the wall, she returned to the sandman's domain…unknowingly exposing herself to another dream, with similar intentions as the first.
She dreamt of a woman, standing on the roof top of a humongous mansion, eyes like fire and golden hair the color of the sun blowing with a will of it's own in the dead air. The woman's eyes suddenly fixed on her form, and a warmth burst through Menna's being, as if to comfort her from pain.
Upon closer inspection, the woman began to appear like her sister, except for her eyes, which continued to glow like fire embers in the darkness. Menna walked towards her, hands outstretched towards her sister who too had her hand extended for her to grasp.
From behind her sister, a dark shadow slowly appeared, consuming part of her sister. Menna wanted to scream a warning out to Seras, but her voice was unable to respond to her silent commands. The shadow began to form arms that were securely about her sister's waist. A body came forth from the shadows as well, and slowly a man all dressed in red, face hidden behind a big red fedora and eyes shielded by yellow tinted sunglasses separated from the shadowed darkness.
The man grinned and lowered his lips to Seras's ears, revealing sharply defined canine teeth. At this, Menna gasped and tried hurrying forward towards her sister. Just as she almost reached them, her sister and the creature that did not appear to be man after all began to fade into the night.
"Kiki!! No! Don't leave me!"
Than, a voice rang out, a voice like music that rang in her ears, an echo of what was once before, close but far away, "I'm still here Menna, as I promised. I'll never leave you."
It was finally Sunday. That's all Seras could think about as she opened her eyes. She felt a weight against her side, and she looked down to see her younger sister, Menna still sleeping. It was still early morning, about eightish, and she didn't expect the young child to be awake for another hour or two. Seras tried to sit up, but felt a sudden heaviness on her side, that was keeping her glued to the couch, she looked down again only to find herself in the iron grip of her four year old sister. A smile formed on her lips, as she observed Menna's sleeping form.
She gently disbanded her body from the clutches of her younger sibling and slowly maneuvered herself off the couch without disturbing her. Seras reached for the covers, to tuck her sister in when she noticed tears slowly sliding down Menna's cheeks.
"Not again," Seras mumbled.
It was probably another nightmare. Every night was the same thing, Menna would have a nightmare and either wake her up or their mother. Seras didn't know whether to be worried about this consistency in Menna's dream patterns or if she should just ignore it. When she was younger she too experienced a line of nightmares in which a creature in the shadow with glowing red eyes would beckon for her to follow him in the darkness. It was probably just coincidence that Menna's dreams ran a similar path as hers.
They both experienced very similar childhoods, a father who looked to their mother for simple sexual gratification. It was a disgraceful business if you asked her, but what choice did her mother have?
Her mother, Margaret was her name, was born an orphan, a literal street urchin back then. Orphanages twenties years before were crowded with children, and what was one or two missing kids. Other than the fact that treatment in these so called sanctuaries were rather harsh, and the food sometimes being unavailable considering the number of children in these small institutions. What was the point in staying? Seras's mother simply left, at the age of thirteen. Sure the world outside was a cruel place for an orphan, especially when the child is at such a vulnerable age. Her mother had learned that first hand when she'd been raped the second week of her escape. After that, what else was she going to do, now that her body was soiled, as her mother put it, and she needed a way to survive she sold it to the highest bidder.
It was a shameful tale, something that her mother wasn't very proud of, but something that had to be done, as Seras later understood. Seras despised the practice, and saw it as filthy and sometimes prayed that there'd be another way, another solution to trying to survive in this world.
Her prays however fall on deaf ears, and life went on. As it was in the beginning. Her mother wasn't married, and Seras and Menna's existence came about by chance only. A blessing is what her mother would call them, a gift from God that gave her new hope and reason to continue existing.
It was Menna's birth however that brought about the problems in the first place. Seras loved her younger sister to death, but why pass by the truth when everything else has been already stated. A little more than seven years ago, Seras's mother became a courtesan to an extremely wealthy man who was to inherit a great sum of money from his rich father. The 'gentleman' himself was in charge of a world reknown organization that dealt with various governments when it came to supplying them with military equipment.
The arrangement was for Margaret to simply be available whenever Edward would need her ministrations. A major part of this so called bargain however was that she was not to conceive any children during their activity, and if she were to conceive she was to abort the child as soon as she learned of its existence. The problem with this arrangement was Margaret's beliefs behind the issue and her softness for children. She prayed that it wouldn't happen, because at the time she was offered such a position she was in great need of the money.
These things however never go along as planned, and less than a year after she had taken the position to be Edward's personal bed companion, she found herself pregnant with Menna. With that she fled, with the money that she had been paid before and with her eleven year old daughter. She couldn't kill her baby, which she considered a gift from God, how could she do something so inhumane!?
Ever since then, Seras, Menna and their mother, Margaret, have been running, going from city to city to survive and be left alone. They hadn't moved in sometime though since it seemed that Edwards goons, as they'd come to call them lost their trail. But then, you could never be too sure when it comes to these sort of problems.
At least that's what Seras thought. She'd learned that much from the books she spent reading in the late evening after her shift ended at the bakery. Seras didn't get a chance to go to school, but she'd learned to read and write and that's all that counted at the moment, the rest she's spent learning on her own, when she got a chance.
Seras looked down at her sister regaining her original train of thought and no longer staring of into the distance.
Her finger gently wiped the tears from Menna's face, and she bent closer to her sister's forehead, planting a kiss upon the warm skin.
"Is she okay Seras?" A voice asked from behind.
Seras turned, looking at her mother who had entered the living room wearing a worn tee-shirt and pants that were loose on her slim form. Her hair was loosely tied in a ponytail and her mother's brown eyes shown from beneath her rather long bangs.
"I don't know ma, she had a bad dream yesterday, and it seems that she's still having a bad dream."
Seras's mom moved closer to her sleeping daughter's form and picked up the child, carrying her to her bedroom.
"My poor little angel," her mother whispered. Seras watched as her mother took Menna to her bedroom.
"Poor little angel," she echoed. She sat back down on the couch, pulling the covers over her legs. Although it seemed like her sister was having scary dreams, her dreams of late had been rather pleasant, and it still brought a smile to her face.
Seras pulled her legs closer to her body, and sighed, she remembered feeling a man's hold on her waist and feeling the tingling sensation of soft kisses that had painstakingly grazed her neck. She blushed at the recollection of her previous night's dream. She didn't see the man's face in her dream, but she remembered whispering a name, it had passed her lips several times while he lavished his attention to the sensitive skin on her neck. Every time Seras was sure she remember his name, it would disappear, like she was holding on to water. It was there, the evidence of the name was there in her memory, but she couldn't recall it.
This irritated her, to a certain degree, but the memory of what that certain someone did to her in her dream, which wasn't to progressive when in came to the art of making out, but just right and reasonable, pulled her away from the disappointment of not having a name to put to the unknown presence.
His voice still rang in her head, like the cold caress of the wind against warm skin. His deep baritone voice, like feathers in her ears, teasing her, adoring her, and literally worshipping her. She remembered her name whispered while he nipped the sensitive skin at the base of her neck. The way he said her name made her insides squirm with pleasure and anticipation. It was a feeling that she wanted to have, to claim as her own, and to share with another, preferably with that same man.
But, it was just a dream, a part of her over imaginative mind.
"It was just a dream," Seras sadly said, to now one in particular. Saying it out loud however, made it seem even more real.
A frown suddenly revealed itself on her angelic visage, and she rose from the couch in a state of anger.
If only life was made up of dreams.
The day had finally darkened, becoming night and hiding the sun from the face of the earth.
A man, with unkempt hair and steely black eyes walked down the darkened streets. He passed by several people who simply took in his presence to be that of a normal person with a normal job and maybe even a family. Not one person considered this man to be anything less and anything more, and so none of them assumed that by his hands something dreadful would transpire.
His job that night was a bit unusual, a job he would rarely ever consider doing. But this time he'd only agreed because the payment was high.
Three million dollars to take out a small family of three.
A family with a member that carried the mark of Cain, the same mark that had over five hundred years before created a creature of darkness.
A creature in present time known as…..Alucard.