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AN: This is my first fanfiction, ever. Review and don't flame, bitte.

From the Eyes of a Monster

Bird of Hermes is my name

Eat my wings to make me tame

I am a king, a Childe of Night and War and Blood

I am no man but a monster I am

I am the beast of which you dream

The darkness that you dread

Kill me not, no monster can

Oh, but can this mortal man?

I serve my killer

He is well my master

Killer, master, I serve his line

Till they are no more I'll be inclined

Ah, but my service is so fun.

To kill so well the dark night's scum

Though still I search

For on such scum to lurch

Forth to test my might

So I might once more feel a good fight.

.WAR .Tis where I was born

Drank the blood of battle to my enemy's scorn

Blood Death Shadows Destruction

I killed them all with so much glee

To crush them all; whether friend of foe

Those few who live lived

The fools they simply bowed

And I gave them their wage

I am no longer the count of Wallachia

But no I am Nosferatu

King of Night, the Dead and Blood

I walked alone for so long with no match

Till the mortal showed me wrong

A fate worse than death,

For now I am a caged bird

But a servant to my killer's line

Then betrayed by a wise man's fear

Thrown in the dungeon for all time

But it seems that all time is not eternity.

I smell the blood of a young one

With strength beyond her years

I can smell her getting closer

Even in my slumber

I can smell her fear, she is so wise

She fears not my kind nor man

But rather the monsters hidden among her own

Why but now she is in my cell

Scared to even breath

So unknowing salvation and damnation are so close

The fear, emotion strong

Are beginning to awaken me

I smell three others

Weak cowards, pigs them all

They enter and blood is spilt

The Blood so clear so strong I must taste

And taste I shall, of the sanguine sweet

The majicks so strong so ancient

The majick of her line unbinding my sleep

The majicks even she is ignorant of

Ah, to walk again

To kill again!

To drink again!

To make the night run sanguine with the blood of its scum

But first,

I must protect the childe so sweet, so wise

Yes, yes she is worthy to be my master

From the cowards so weak

YES!YES, YES!Their blood is so lovely

How wonderful it is to drink again at last my enemy's blood

This night so beautiful running red with the blood of the pigs

Oh! How they squealed, calling for their God

Their sins leaving them forsaken

And then

My work was done

I bow to my master, a child so wise yet young

She asks "Who are you?"

I Answered

"I am the death of mortality and immortality alike

I am the scourge of the night

I am the count of the undead

I am the No Life King,

Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing,

My former master called me 'Alucard'"