Disclaimer: I don't, nor will I ever, own Hellsing in any form. I just own my ideas, and writing.
Patchwork monster
It had been a normal day, rather night, at Hellsing. Alucard had sated his lust for bloodshed for the night, although it never really faded from him.
After visiting his master for an overview of the mission she had assigned previously, and a good amount of teasing, followed by shots and witty banter, he had returned to his room. Looking to the walls, he pondered humanity.
~Flash back to the mission~
"Please!" pleaded a high female voice.
Alucard felt some thing tug at his red duster. He looked down into the face of a rather attractive woman.
"Please! Save my sister, and I!" She continued.
He looked over the battlefield, seeing blood splatters, and the dust of the scum he had killed, and obliterated, He had hardly noticed the presence of two young women, in his stead. The one that had come to him held another women, slightly younger than her, bleeding profusely from her neck.
He grinned at the smell. Virgin blood. He smiled at the uninjured women, and took her companion from her arms. He looked into her eyes.
"I'll give you the choice, women," He said "Live as what you humans scorn the most, or die, and never open your pretty little eyes again."
The women stirred, and glared defiantly up at him, although weakened.
"I- will not- live- as a coward" She coughed out, blood spurting from her mouth.
He felt her pulse go weak, and her body turn limp. He smirked, and shrugged, dropping the women into her friend's arms.
He stood from his position on the ground, and turned around, walking away from the wailing women, and her foolish friend.
~End~
Alucard had been a "monster", as the others referred to him, longer than he had been a human. Even as a human, he had been more of a monster. He really was all of humanities fears, doubts, flaws… oh so many flaws did they have. He had perfected the flaws, molded it into what he was, the perfect monster.
He had always thought that was the reason why many had rejected the idea, and embraced it as well, of becoming part of the undead. He thought back to the women's words, and almost laughed outright. This life? Cowardice? Sure, that was true, but she was equally a coward.
Seras Victoria, a very… intriguing "person", had told him why she struggled at first with her inner monster.
"Master, I did not want," she had said one day "to watch the world die, watch people I know and love die, and live with the loneliness that you struggle with. Sure, you would call me a coward for sparing my emotions… but they matter to me."
True, as it was. There were many ways to be coward… what one might call a smart decision, could be turned around to be called a cowardly idea by another. It really was survival as an animal VS survival of the human's utopia.
His laughter bubbled behind his lips.
And he was just the monster to terrorize both.
Okay, sorry that this has muddled up the Hellsing stories! This was for practice, since I seem to have taken a loooooong break from writing. Just getting my juices flowing so I can get the next chapter of my other story out. Don't take this too seriously! So, in other words, you can comment, but please do not flame! Thanks!
~Lionwhizk