Hellsing, no matter how much i want it to be, is not mine. Nor is Bram Stoker's Dracula.
Arucard passed through the hall, walking past doors, past portraits, the lot. He wouldn't call it freedom. No, far from it. But Arthur had never allowed him to wander the halls. Especially not at night. His current master, however, allowed him a basic freedom, so long as it did not involve any actions he would have indulged in as 'Count'.
A sudden bitter taste filled his mouth. It was foreign, unexpected. 'Count'. How disgraceful. How pitiful. It was pathetic, that he, The No Life King, The Prince, Vlad Dracul. The Impaler. Was now a mere servant! Damn that insect, that bastard of a man. That Van Helsing. Curse him, his family, and his foolish, accursed magic. The same magic that now bound him to that damnable lineage.
He stopped abruptly. Right in front of him was a portrait of that man. He seemed to be smirking, almost in triumph. He was proud, too proud. A trait passed down from Hellsing to Hellsing, or so it had appeared. The doctor's eyes stared down at him. The all too-human eyes meeting the monstrous crimson ones of a beast.
A single word. No, name. It passed through his mind, as if uttered by the aged painting in front of him.
Mina.
A sudden rage passed through him. Filling every dead cell, every fiber, every corner of his being. The woman, Mina, his Mina. His love.
"I know, but I don't care…I want to be with you…"
"You killed Lucy!"
"My Prince…"
The words, her words. The pain they brought him unexplainable. It surged through him, tearing, ripping, shredding at his long dead heart.
"My Prince, I love you…"
It took nearly all of his strength to keep himself from snarling or lashing out. Eyes blazing, red hot orbs filled with hellfire, he fixed his gaze again on Van Helsing. The man that took her from him. Van Helsing's voice swirled around him, seemingly emanating from the portrait.
"Now she'll never belong to you, Count!"
More names from his past bubbled up, but he stopped them at Jonathon Harker. Damn that bastard! Arucard's rage was growing. Mina Harker!
He turned on his heel suddenly. He had something on his mind now, the blood boiling under his skin. He walked through a door, like it was mere air, and found himself in his master's office.
The fire was blazing in his eyes again. So he could not cause a Hellsing harm? That last member of that dirty, foul-blooded line? Well, he would put some damn effort into it. He would again reclaim that freedom that was rightfully his. The mystery of it was why he had not chosen this long before. End the line! He heard himself say.
He approached her desk. Closer, closer… His gloved hand reached for the discarded letter opener, knife sharp. Yes, he could feel the throb of power, the warning his bondages were giving him, but he pressed on. He could not even see her yet, for her face was hidden in the shadows of the night. All he saw, though, was Abraham Van Helsing, sitting smirking upright, challenging him.
He reached her desk, the warning growing, now causing physical pain. He raised the letter opener, the warning increased tenfold, now even surpassing the bounds of 'warning'. The pain blazed, the letter opener shook in his hands…
It all stopped, so suddenly. He was looking down at her. His master. She did not meet his gaze, for how could she when her eyes were shut? She was sleeping peacefully, her hand on an unfinished file. Her breathing was steady, calm. Was she trusting him? To sleep like this? She knew his power, his persistence, his emotions…
She was, to his sudden realization, beautiful. Her long hair, the dark skin… That, though, would raise no problem. He had killed beautiful women many a time. What stayed his hand, what went beyond the seals, was her personality. So like…Mina. Strong, determined…
The letter opener slipped from his hand and fell to the floor with a clang. Integra started, sitting up and glancing around. "Arucard, what are you doing in here? Were you watching me sleep? Why?" Arucard was not really listening, but watching her, her movements, her authorative nature.
"Answer, Arucard?" Integra said. Arucard snapped back. "Because, Master, so much can be determined, decided by a sleeping figure." He vanished from the room, leaving her to wonder.
He had been stopped, he had. But he had his revenge planned. Van Helsing had taken Mina from him, yes, but he had given him a second chance. He would have a lover again, and so end Van Helsing's lineage.
"My Master…My second chance…"