Yes, I know what you are all thinking, why am I writing this and not updating my two other Hellsing stories. Will this idea suddenly just hit when I was listen to this cool song that totally inspired me. I was listening to this song called Night of the Wolf by Nox Arcana. The song is more like background music for a movie but it was still totally inspiring, and it's off the album called Transylvania, all based on the book Dracula. It's the perfect album to all you Hellsing and Dracula fans out thier, I advise you all to give it a listen.
I DON'T OWN HELLSING
Night of the Wolf
Even a man who is pure of heart
and says his prayers by night
may become a wolf when the wolfsbane blooms
and the autumn moon is bright.
Autumn nights were bitterly cold in Transylvania, especially with winter coming around the corner next month. The forests of Transylvania during this time became very dangerous to travel at night, for the days are shorter and elements are brutal. But it was not the elements that were the dangers during the nights; it's what's lurking inside the forests at night. The animals become vicious during this time, for food was becoming harder to find for them. For most, that can't feed from the grow of the earth, have to turn to the local villages and towns for food.
Because of this, both villagers and farmers, make extra precautions with their live stock during brutal seasons, being sure their animals were safe from wildlife outside their homes. But even with all the extent measurements they take, somehow, a fox or coyote, always manage to get in and nab a chicken or two.
Tragic, yes, for the farmer. Outrageous, no, not for the villagers.
Stolen chickens and slaughtered sheep were nothing new to the village for this has happen to quite regularly for them, to find foxes, coyotes, or even bears wonder in their land and steal from them, nothing strange to worry about.
But on this night, something else entered the village that left them in uproar.
A wolf was spotted on the outskirts of the village, entering one of the smaller farms. The wolf attacked two cows, four sheep, and half of the chicken coop, leaving a gory mess for the farmer and his family. Before anyone could get a second glance of the beast, the wolf took off deep into the forest and disappeared from the farm. With a regular fox or any other animal, the villagers would chase if off into the forest's edge and leave if be. But with the wolf, they didn't stop just at the edge of the forest, they chased after the beast, intended to hunt the beast down and kill it with 'special' bullets.
The forests of Transylvania weren't just dangerous at night because of the wild animals; they were dangerous for another reason. The people believe that cursed monsters roam the dark forests at night, hunting, searching for their next unexpected prey. Monsters that the people all over Transylvania has lived in fear for thousands of years, monsters that were beyond human and were birthed by the devil. It was these monsters, brought by the devil, that has been haunting these lands for years and years, tormenting the people for generations after generations, filling them with fear and superstitions.
"This beast went this way!" cried one of the men from the village, carrying a torch in one hand and a riffle in the other.
Four men from the village went after the wolf, each carrying a riffle filled with 'special' bullets, raced after the wolf as fast as they could, desperately trying to caught up to the wolf. But the wolf was too fast and had a head start from the men for any hope for them to catch up to it. So it wasn't long until they lost complete sight of the wolf, leaving the four men alone in the dark cold forest. But even with the beast gone from their sight, they knew that it wasn't completely gone. No, the wolf didn't leave them; it just simply disappeared from sight and was now watching them.
The men slowly walked a little deeper into the forest, leaving their village a little further behind to point they could get easily lost if they weren't careful. One of the men dollied behind the rest, falling behind them a little as he stared up at the bare lifeless trees around them with fear. The branches eerily looked like skeleton hands hovering over them, looking as if they were ready to reach down and snatch them up.
To busy staring up at the trees, the lone man fell back way behind and was now alone in the forest, a dangerous thing. Panicked, the man looked around franticly for the others, or his way back to the village, finding neither one. Suddenly a large snap of the twig came from behind him, causing the man to whirl around behind him, with his riffle raised and ready. But there was nothing behind him, and all was quiet once more. His heart was racing in his chest, as he kept whirling around with his riffle raised. He could soon hear his heartbeat, beating louder and louder in his ears until that was the only thing he could hear.
After for some time, the man finally lowered his riffle down, seeing that he was really alone and that there was no one around but him. Just as he lowered the gun to his side, he was tackled on the side and silenced before he could react.
The three other men were looking around for their lost companion but kept silent for they didn't want to scare away the beast, or bring its attention to them. They split up but kept in each others' sight as they continued to look, having little luck of finding the four member of their party.
That's when a scream and a gunshot went off. Two of the men raced off to their third companion, who was the one that screamed and shot the gun. But as soon they reached him, it was too late for his stomach was torn open. The wolf suddenly leaped at the nearest man, biting him on the neck. The gun went off but shot was nowhere near the wolf as he torn the man's throat out.
Horrified, the last man took off running from the scene, heading back to the village, or where he thought the village was. A howl came from behind him, signaling that the wolf was chasing him now, and gaining close on him. Running as fast as he could, the man tripped over a large tree root and fell face first in the dirt, dropping his riffle as it landed inches away from his reach. Quickly, the man tried to reach for the gun but could not for it was too far out of his reach.
Heavy footsteps came upon him quickly for the man only had enough time to turn and see the wolf upon him.
(B R E A K)
Five days later…
News of the wolf spotting in the village traveled fast to the other neighboring villages and towns. Many people grew frighten at the news of the roaming wolf in the forests, afraid to advancer out from their own homes at night, especially during a full moon. Even during the day, people were too afraid to leave their own house and continue on with their normal routes.
Seras thought it was silly how one simple wolf spotting and attack can get so many people freaked out. True a wolf can be dangerous for they are large beast if motivated by food, but that's all they are, hungry animals looking for food when starving. But it seems that the people of Transylvania didn't think as logic as Brits do, instead they just dive straight into the old tails of werewolves and vampires living among them today. But Seras already knew that when she moved here to Transylvania from London, England.
She came to this small quiet village in Transylvania because there were some nice pieces of land for sale at a ridiculously cheap price. It was the perfect opportunity for her to own her own land instead of being denied it like back home in England. Sadly the British Empire wasn't with the new times where unmarried women can start owning their own lands without being own by a man. Seras couldn't pass this opportunity of the chance of owning her own land, even if it was in another country. But it was a sacrifice that she was willing to make to follow her dreams. England to Transylvania was a big change but it was one that she didn't mind and actually looked forward on taking that change head on.
Seras Victoria worked at the local pub in the village as a waitress, serving drinks and food to all who come into the pub. Sure, she may have enough money to by her land and enough left over but that doesn't mean that she didn't have to work, no. She wanted to work and earn her pennies, enough though her family is quite wealthy. She found joy in working and having that good feeling she has every night after a hard day's work. It made her feel good about herself.
It was serving one of the regular customers that Seras learned the news of what happen in the village only a couple of miles from here. A wild animal, a wolf, got into one of the villager's farms and killed more than half their animals before taking off into the woods. Four of the villagers went after the wolf but where found dead the next morning, brutally slaughtered by the wolf. Seras shivered at the image in her head of the dead men before pushing that image away and kept on working.
"If you asked me, they were fools to go after the beast like that." said one of the older men, sitting in the center of the pub, "They should have known not to go after it after dark, especially with only four of them."
"Everyone knows that you never adventure into the woods at night, not during this time." said another man that sat at the same table with first one that spoke.
"Are they sure it's not a bear then a wolf? The way I heard it, the beast resembled a bear to the sounds of me." said the third member of table.
"Don't know." said the second man.
Seras was at the next table over, whipping off the table top; she was half paying attention to the three older men's conversation, but not really. She was starting to get tired of hearing all this wolf business, and lost all interest of the gossip of it now.
Finishing the table top, she stuffed her cleaning cloth back into the front pocket of her apron before she whipped her hands on the apron. Brushing her short blonde hair out of her ocean blue eyes, the Brit headed to back of the kitchen and picked the next order that should be ready by now for her. Coming back, she found that the cook just finished with her order. Placing the food on her tray, Seras left the kitchen and took the tray, full of food, over to a pair of elderly men sitting by the window of the pub, playing cards. She offered the men a warm friendly smile as she placed the food in front of them, and in returned they gave her a friendly smile back.
The front door of the pub opened and a young man entered through. He closed the door behind him and then walked across the room to his usual spot in the farthest corner of the room, settling himself comfortable in his seat.
Seeing him settled in, Seras placed the last glass in front of one of the elderly men before she scurried over to take the order of her new customer.
The young man wasn't exactly new, bit nor was he quite a regularly either. He showed up here four days go for lunch and has been coming back here ever since, coming in at the exact same time every day, sitting in the exact same spot, in farthest corner of the room of the pub. No one knows who he is or where he came from. Most people figured that he was traveler that hasn't moved on yet or was too scared to leave, not with wolf attack in the next village or so. Others think that he is just a new residence here in the village. But what they did know about him is that he didn't speak, or couldn't speak. From what Seras has learned he is simply a mute and communicates with her through gestures, or hand signs.
The blonde woman approached him with a smile and offered him a small menu to him, one that she kept with her for only him. He gave her a small nodded in returned and took the offered menu from her. He looked over it briefly before he pointed to her what he wanted. Looking at where he pointed to, Seras nodded and took the menu back from him and headed back into the kitchen with his order.
Quite some time later, she returned with his order and placed it down before him, making sure that he had everything and that she didn't forget something.
"Do you need anything else?" she asked.
He simply shook his head 'no', and began to eat.
With nothing that needed her attention at the moment, Seras took this chance to take a real good look at the man that has been coming in here the past few days, without her work keeping her so busy before.
He looked to be older then herself, maybe more than five years older. He was tall and quite well built, showing that he was a hard worker. He had silver colored hair that was short but still long enough to hid his eyes baby blues. His skin was quite tan, more color then hers for her skin was quite pale. Like her, she can tell that he was not Transylvanian and seem to be a foreigner to. Though where he was from she didn't know since he kept a lot to himself. But she did know was that she found him quite cute, if not handsome actually.
As if hearing her thoughts, the man looked up at her with a small smug smirk that made her red. Quickly she turned on her heel and left him to his meal and then started attending to her work.
The blonde tried to find something, anything to keep her busy instead of facing the man in corner. Oh god, she can't believe that he caught her staring at him like that, it was embarrassing! She was just thankful that he was mute so he won't harass her about that, but then again, from what she can tell he didn't seem like the kind of man that would do that. From his time here when she served him, he was nothing but polite to her and acted like a real gentleman then most of the men she served here. No, he wouldn't harass her even if he really wanted to.
After cleaning and attending all the customers for now, Seras found that there was nothing else for her to do but to take the man's now empty plates now. Letting out a sigh, Seras walked over to the silver haired man's table and took his plates from him.
"Anything else?" she asked.
He thought for a moment before he nodded yes, using sign language that he wished for a drink. She nodded, understanding what he wanted.
Dropping the dirty plates off into the kitchen, Seras returned with his drink and placed it before him. She turned to leave, to attending to the other customers, when she felt something tug on the skirt of her dress. Startled, she looked down at her dress to see a hand holding on to the skirt of it, a hand that belonged to the silver haired man.
Blinking twice, she looked up to the man. Never had he done this before, making any psychical contact with her. So she was quite shock when he did this.
"Yes?" she asked.
Letting go of her skirt, he drew his hand back and just looked at her, debating something in his mind. Finally, he pulled out a small chalkboard from his pocket and piece of chalk to. She was surprise to see him carry that since she never seen him pull it out before, until now.
He wrote something down on the small chalkboard real quick and then flipped it over for her to see.
Thank you. It said.
She blinked twice before she realized what he was saying to her before she broke out into a big smile.
"Oh, it's my pleasure." she said.
He smiled in returned and then whipped the board clean before he wrote something else down for her.
Would it be so much trouble to ask for the name of my generous host?
She blushed briefly.
"I'm Seras Victoria."
He wrote something down.
You are not from Transylvania, judging by your accent. Am I correct?
She shook her head, "No, I'm from England. I'm a hundred percent British. I recently moved here to buy and own my own land."
Bold move.
She giggled, "Well since I gave my name to you, fine sir, I think it's only fair you give me yours."
The man smiled faintly as he wrote on the board once more and showed her, Hans Gunsche, I'm Germany myself.
"Well, it's a pleasure of meeting you Mr. Gunsche. Are you traveling through or settling here?"
Traveling, resting here for personal reasons.
"Ah, so you're still staying out here because of the wolf attack?" she asked again.
He gave her a confuse look.
Seeing the look on his face, it dawned on her that he obviously didn't know of the appearance of the wolf of the neighboring village. "Five days ago, a large wolf attacked a farm in the village not too far from here, slaughtered more than half of the livestock sadly. Four men chased it into the forests but were found dead the next morning."
He nodded in understanding and wrote something.
What do you think of it? He asked her.
What did she think of it? No one has ever asked her yet on her opinion of this. Actually, what he was really asking her was if she believed that the wolf was actually a monster, like the rest of people of Transylvania.
"I think it's just a large wolf that got into the village and sadly killed off those men out of self-defense. That's all, I don't believe in the superstitious tales of here." she said.
"But you should!"
The room grew silent as everyone turned to one of the three men at the table that were speaking of the wolf earlier.
"It was no beast that could kill those men so easily." said the man, "It was a monster that killed those poor fools that dared to chase it. A monster that has been haunting these lands for years before you, or I were, born. What we have is a monster that now enters our village, hiding somewhere, waiting to feed again, waiting to attack. A werewolf."
(B R E A K)
Werewolves, yeah right. Only people that live in the old ways believe in those ghosts stories. It was the late 19 centaury, the age of sciences and facts rising above the myths and ghost tales of the old ways. There is no such thing as vampires or wolfmen, it was nonsense.
Seras lived on logics and facts, not superstitious nonsense, that's what her daddy always said.
It was late by the time Seras finished her work for today. She cleaned off the last table and washed the last bit of dishes before she flipped the open sign from open to close. She locked the door behind her, for the owner and cook left early for they didn't want be out after dark, afraid of running into the 'werewolf', so they say. But the blonde wasn't afraid, nor believe in all that werewolf stuff. She believe that there was just a large hungry wolf on looses, but not a supernatural creature.
Pulling the collar of coat higher around her neck, Seras headed down the empty street of the village to her home. The autumn nights here seem to be bitterly cold to her; even her coat wasn't enough to keep her warm. Pulling her coat tighter around her collar, Seras hurried down the dark street, with the thought of starting a nice warm fire to sit in front of when she reached home.
She was alone tonight; there was no one else on streets tonight, but her. Even the lights in shops that she knew stayed open later then this were now closed. There was not a single living soul in sight around her, just the darkness and the eerie fog that was rising from ground, and lingering through the village. Seras may not believe in all that superstitious stuff but that doesn't mean that she still didn't find things creepy, like being alone in the dark right now.
Grabbing the skirt of her dress, Seras's steps began to hurry and headed towards the safety of her home. Her heavy footsteps echoed around her as she raced home, not caring if it was her making all that noise and that she was disturbing the eerie peace around her. Not enough half way to her home, a low growl came behind her, freezing Sersa in her pace. She remained still, unmoved, at the growling grew louder and louder from behind her, coming closer to her. Afraid to look behind her, she stayed in place, daring not move a single inch. But when the growling kept growing louder, she couldn't help now but want to turn around now to see what was causing the growling.
Swallowing the lump in her throat, the blonde shakily turned around and faced the source of growling. It was still a little dark to see, where she stood in the town, making it a little harder to make out the source of the growling.
But then she spotted it.
There, in the shadows of one of the larger buildings, stood a large tall form of some kind she could not make out at all. But what she could make out were the pair of glowing yellow/gold eyes staring down at her as if she were a little bunny rabbit in the presence of a large predator. She wanted to scream, but found that she couldn't for the scream was caught in her throat. Her breathes came out shaky as her body began to tremble in fear under those yellow/gold eyes.
The eyes blinked down at her before turning around, away from her, as the eyes and the large form disappeared from the shadows, leaving Seras alone in the streets once more.
Seras stood in both in shock and fear as she watched… whatever it was, leave her alone and disappeared all together in the shadows. Her legs suddenly gave out on her, causing her to fall onto her knees on the cold ground, making both woozy and dizzy as her the panic settled in her. She kept herself awake, refusing to pass out on the street for if she did, who knows what will happen to her. Staying awake, only one that thought raced through her mind as she tried to still her racing heart.
What in the world was that?
Part one of two.
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