second fanfic ever!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing or any of it's characters! If I did, This would be a pairing, and Schrodinger would have a girlfriend. X3
Alucard was itching for blood. His master, Sir Integra had sent him in a mission to dispose of the German ship headed their way. He sat himself down in the cockpit of the plane and got ready to launch. He remembered her words. –Kill everyone onboard that ship- Everyone… That was going to be difficult.
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Rip Van Winkle sat on the deck, polishing her pun. She was enjoying the starless night. Around her on the ground she could see her Nazi symbol freshly painted with the blood of the traitors. She was going through her checklist. –Kill the traitors… check… take the ship… check… kill all obstructions… but what if he comes? What if HE comes? Will I be able to do it? Will I?- An image began to form in her mind. An image of a tall, dark, handsome… -Wait! I can't do that! It will make things harder! - The low rumble of plane engines could be heard in the distance. Rip Van Winkle stood, preparing for battle.
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The flying was smooth so far. Maybe she hadn't come? Maybe this would be easy after all. Then came the first jolt. No… it was never easy. He undid his belt and let her think she was beating him up a little. Then he took the dive, and jumped. He landed on the deck, the tail of his coat flying out behind him. "So we come face to face again," he said, his voice raspy from stress. She held out her hand for the bullet, loaded it and smiled.
"Indeed we do," she said, lifting the gun slowly.
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Rip Van Winkle pointed her gun at the man in front of her. Her finger trembled on the trigger. "Why?" she cried, "Why did she have to send you?"
"I'm the strongest," replied Alucard as he slowly extended the claws on the ends of his fingers. "Don't hesitate," he smiled a sad, evil grin, showing the sharp fangs he bore, "or you won't make it." He pounced. She hesitated a split second, then pulled the trigger.
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He felt her hesitate, then the bullet hit him square in the head. His body flew backwards by the force. Bending back up, he grinned at her. Her dark violet hair shimmering in te firelight as the boat burned from the crash. He heard the fear in her whimper.
"You- you can't stop me. I am Rip. Van. Winkle!" Each time her musical, German accented voice landed on her name, the bullet would pierce him again. She controlled it, frantically hitting him in hopes that he would die. He opened his mouth and caught it. Biting down and breaking it, he pounced again.
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He grabbed her neck with inhuman force and pushed her against the wall. She could feel his nails biting into the base or her skull. He took her gun and pushed it painfully through her abdomen. She screamed in pain as it exited through her back into the wall behind her, and farther still, ever so slowly. He leaned in and whispered to her. She smiled and gave up.
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Sitting in his room with a goblet of blood in his hand, he ran through his last moments with her. He took a sip. Thoughts of her would never leave him, in all of his eternal immortal life. He would never forget her. He smiled and imagined her face. "See you in hell."
Their love was doomed from the start.
