My Meeting With Death
Yay! This is my first fan fic! I'm Scott, by the by, and before anybody starts asking, I'm female. No! This is not a self-insert fic! The character has my name, but the rest is not me! I would die if Alucard said two words to me, and I do not have the skills that come in later chapters. It is done in first person, simply because I cannot write in third. -;; eh he he…well, enough boring talk. On with the show!
Disclaimer: I, sadly, do not own Hellsing, or anything else that you see in here that is a quote, or product. The only thing I own is my name, and a twisted mind.
Chapter 1: In The Ally.
Most people fear the dark, and the unknowns it holds. Me, I don't. I like the dark. I can see in it fairly well, and I've got a death wish any way. No, I'm not suicidal. I'm a morbid optimist with a death wish, that's all.
My family moved to London because my step dad could get a better job there, and my mother was able to transfer. They said it was just for three months, then we could go back. It was all the same to me. I'd make new friends here, start a new life, get some new clothes. You know, teenager stuff. Except I'd probably get stuff and friends that scared every one else because they were so weird. I walked through the city streets trying to get lost. Death always seems to find people when they're lost. Some how though, it was like, now matter how far I went, there was someplace I'd read about, and I knew how to get back to our house from there. I was walking down a dark ally, starting to head home. It was after all 10:00 o'clock at night, and my curfew was 10:30. As I let my thoughts drift, I heard footfalls behind me. They were in perfect timing with my own. This is just like in the book, "Interview With a Vampire" I thought, the footsteps turned out to be a vampire following the main character. Hmmm I wonder what will happen here… the footsteps stopped. I looked back and saw no one. How disappointing… I thought, and then sensed another presence at my back. I looked, and saw a shadow fall in front of me that was not my own. I turned and saw before me, a man. He was short, with long brown hair, and, and red eyes? How could…wait, could he be a… a vampire? That's impossible! I stood my ground in front of the man, and got into the "ready" stance that I had learned in my three years of Tae Kwon Doe. The man hissed at me, revealing sharp fangs and furthering my confusion. I had always wished for vampires to be real, but beyond that I knew that they couldn't possibly exist! So much for science. The man attacked, and I dodged to the side. He through a punch that sent me reeling back against the ally walls. From reading too much lurid literature, I had developed a very quirky way of thinking, and without even realizing it, I let out a low growl. The vampire man faltered, and I moved in. In what was for me a blindingly fast punch, I put everything I had into his face. I drew my hand away and saw blood. His fangs had cut my fist. He snarled at me, and in a burst of speed that made my punch look slow, he was behind me, one arm pining my hands at my sides. It didn't matter. I had always wanted to die by vampire fang anyway. But this guy was a punk, and the though of him sinking his fangs filled me with disgust. I struggled to get free, without much success. Then I stopped. I sensed some one else nearby, to the left of our little struggle. Looking, I saw him. Tall, and brightly clad in a ridiculously long and old fashioned red trench coat. His wide brimmed hat matched the coat in color. He wore orange and yellow tinted goggle-like sunglasses, that reminded me of the sunset, and was pointing a gun the size of my forearm at us. He took off the glasses and looked me in the eye. He was going to shoot, through me if he had to. I didn't want to get shot, but if that was what had to happen to kill that thing, I'd gladly make the sacrifice. The vampire finally noticed the man with the gun. He grinned.
"Well if it isn't Hellsings pet" he spat. The man grinned, and I was shocked to see…fangs! I looked into his eyes again, and sure enough, they were red. How could I have missed that? I though feverishly. The gun-wielding vampire cocked his weapon and took careful aim.
"Unholy maggot!" he exclaimed in a deep, soothing voice, "You're not fit to roam this earth, so I'll put an end to your time here!" his wide eyes and maniacal grin made him look insane. I grinned as well.
"Say 'hi' to Satan for me!" I shouted as I wrenched my body to one side. The gun fired at just the right moment, and I felt the vampires arms become weak around me. As soon as they had disintegrated, I ran down the ally at top speed.
A/N: I forgot! I'm partial to cliffhangers, so you'll all think im evil. Don't worry! I have no life, and hence will be updating often. This story is already complete, so there will be no stopping for the block. :)