I was bored and I was watching Hellsing OVA 2 and thought that writing this would be a good way of entertainment. Tell me what you think, good or bad. This is a one shot. and now I will let you read... farewell... for now...
The Grass Withereth
"All flesh is grass. And all the cunningness thereof as the flower of the field. The grass withereth, the flower fadeth, but the word of our God abideth forever."
He felt it, it heard it, it killed him inside.
He opened his already heavy eyes and looked at the man that glowered over him. The pain is his chest was more than he could bare, he wanted to yell in agony, but he wouldn't let the man, this dog, this... monster, have that privilege.
"Have I been bested, Sir?" He asked, his voice a quite whisper. A red tear rolled down toward his lips and flowed inside of his mouth.
Van Helsing stood there in silence for a moment or to before answering, "Yes, are bested. This is not a nightmare you will be awaking from. Your castles, plundered. Your dominions, in ruin. Your servants, destroyed."
He just sat there, bleeding his life source from the wound in his chest. Why would he respond? There was no reason. He was defeated. He had lost, not only this battle, but also the war. He sat there awaiting the next blow.
"And the girl has fled this place forever more! She will never be yours, Count!"
Van Helsing rammed his fist into the wooden stake that plunged his heart. His eyes widened, bloodily tears fell. He flew back, not holding back the blood curtailing scream this time. It was to much, this pain that he felt. He awaited for the cold earth beneath him, but felt none. This... monster, had grabbed his jacket just before he reached the ground.
"You are judged, and found wanted, vampire king! You have nothing! You are nothing!"
Perhaps he was right. He had everything, and he had bet it all. He had bet, and lost it all.
"Nothing!"
His heavy lids finally collapsed.
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Alucard's eyes shot open. He looked at his barren, stone, room, and relaxed. Then he felt this wet, unpleasant feeling drop down his cheek.
He placed his hand on his jaw and cought the bloody tear. He moved it to the front of his face and frowned. Another tear fell down into his palm. His frown grew deeper.
"Dreaming? It was just a dream." his face twisted in disgust.
He placed his hand back on his lap, "It was nothing."
A/N
Yaaaaa... me was in a dramatic mood... plus THE STUPID WEBSITE WOUNT LET ME LOUD THE SIXTH CHAPTER OF ALUCARD'S DAUGHTER!! GGGGRRRRRRRRRR!!