Well, before I go into this creation that I have had the undying pleasure to watch from the side lines, I must take a moment to collect myself. This story is as ingenious as they will ever come and in that fact I must warn you that you will never be the same. A horrifying tale of what most would say as love, death, and new life. Betrayal and broken hearts, forged secrets and told truths, and most of all, Insanity at its worst. Disturbing, horrifying, demented tale as I ever heard one. Shall I begin? I was hoping I wouldn't have to…
So, where to begin? I must remind my readers that this is a tale so disturbed that even the strong hearted, such as myself, had a hard time following the events that had unfolded before my very eyes. A tale so revolting, that I suggest that you be utterly alone as you read, as to not disturb any patrons that might be lurking around. I guarantee you will be jumping out of your seat one time or another. Otherwise, what is the point of this tale? I have to point out that my friend was kind enough to tell me how much this work of mine is beginning to remind her of some man by the name of Snicket. Interesting, I must say, that I have never touched a book of his in my life. I would like to ask the reader at another date if he is any good. I have been looking for more interesting reading material lately anyway.
A few years back, four to be exact, I believe, I met a remarkable woman. To keep the subject's identity safe, we've given her an assumed name. We'll call her Amethyst, if you will. (Amethyst: HEY! THAT SOUNDS LIKE SOME SORT OF TRAILER TRASH NAME!! Author: Sigh. Too late, I already typed it! ) She was as beautiful as most young women at her age would be, but astonishingly smart, for a girl with only a high school education. (Ame: OH! So NOW I'm a Mary-Sue! Author: Would you shut up and let me tell the story?! ) Of course, I have no right to talk, as I only have a GED as my own barbaric means. We had an instant like to each other. As I didn't have many to call friends, I was hesitant to throw away any opportunity. Not that she was in any way hard to like, not at all, but I am reluctant to admit I was somewhat concerned of her lifestyle.
You see, she was involved in an organization which a few months down the way I became intimately apart of, as well, It went by the name of Hellsing. Oh yes, I am quite sure you know of it. As do all self-respecting fans, but I am afraid I must trample on your bleeding hearts for a time, for I know you will not like what is to be told. Oh, but where was I? Ah, yes. Hellsing, as all organizations thriving on conspiracy and plot, they had wonders that you could only imagine of. One day, I would very much like to tell you. So, here we begin, we shall start with Amethyst, as a first introduction into this tale. Down the rabbit hole, and through the looking glass, as most would say.
First off, I must give you some background history to explain how she came to live there. In a matter too complicated to explain, I'll say that my friend was sent to live at the mansion, (cough) after her "Home" was, oh how to put this delicately... (Ame: Totaled!" Author: Yes, quite right, by a tornado, to be totally helpful.) Maybe, I should explain how that happened, do you agree? (Ame: Sure. Why not. Author: Sigh. Might as well. ) I do believe I shall put it in third person from here. I will get back to my fellow readers from time to time.