Drip...
Drip...
Plop...
Spilt blood dribbled down the stairs, the sound resounded into her little ears. She could hear every drip and plop as each drop hit the wooden steps.
Rip.
Tear.
Crunch.
Thump.
Meat being torn and consumed echoed loudly from upstairs as the vibrations got closer to the steps. She could hear the monsters slowly eating her parents. Her little heart hammered harder in her chest as her small hands began to sweat. She then heard something being slowly dragged across the top stair.
Thump.
Thud.
Thump.
Thud.
The stairs began to creak and groan, as they protested from the weight of the pressure that was suddenly forced upon them, each step symbolizing as a warning sign of her time coming to a close.
Silence permeated the air after the last creak.
Thwack!
The walls trembled as something crashed against them with a great force. Little Ariah trembled as the sounds came closer.
Thud.
Heavy uneven footfalls stumbled, this time leading towards her slightly cracked door. Her door was forced slowly open. It creaked as if in warning and protestation. A small light flashed from the hallway, flickering in its dying declaration, through the large opening. The last flicker fell into the room, giving illumination for only a few minutes. Then its light gleamed no more, enveloping the room in darkness's embrace.
Shuffle.
Thud.
Thump.
Shuffle.
The heavy uneven footfalls echoed as they seem to search for something. The shuffling finally stopped in front of the closet door. It was small and slightly cracked. Letting only a slight view to be seen both ways. Ariah tried to move away from the slight opening, as quiet as possible. Yet, large gloved fingers crept over the closet door and latched onto the opening in order to grasp it.
The door slowly opened and slime dripped down onto the gloved fingers. A view of an eye and dark clothing became view able as a light from the window brought out the shadowy outline of the body.
Thump. Thump. Thump thump thump thump thump..., Ariah's heart pounded loudly in her chest.
The thing leaned into the door and smiled, the light shimmered across its bloodied straight blunted teeth. Pieces of flesh and blood dripped down its chin as his smile widened like the Cheshire Cats smile. The helmet, on the so called man's head, slid down; causing the light to reflect on its silver symbol. A large gloved hand reached out and crept closer to little Ariah. The monster's smile widened more as slime leaked out. Ariah's body trembled as his gloved hand came close and...
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Thanks for trying out my little story. This first chapter is just a nice little opening. I hope you enjoy this story of Hellsing as much as I did writing it. I just want to say I do not own Hellsing nor any of the characters that are in it. I also don't own any of the characters in Dracula story's. I'm only using the characters to write this fan fiction. Thank you and enjoy! Ariah is fully mine though!