DISCLAIMER: All characters, settings, and plots belonging to the Hellsing manga or anime are property of Kouta Hirano. I am not profiting from this fiction and am merely writing it in tribute to a series I fully appreciate.
Vol I, Chapter I: Spark
July 5th, Outskirts of Cheddar Village
'She has a spark in her blood for sure.' He thought to himself, grinning wildly at the struggling form in the arms of the false vicar. Languidly emerging from the darkness, his deep voice resonated beneath the twisted light of the moon as the masquerading holy man began his molestation of the female in his grasp.
"Hold it! I think you've had about enough fun." He stared lazily as the scum turned in a panic to face him. Red eyes locked with the pure blue of the police woman who had stopped fighting for her life to stare at him with a mix of curious hope and trepidation. A questionable thought took hold as a coil of longing unwound in his chest.
A smirk bloomed on his face at the offended weakling holding the young beauty in a painful grip. The vampire hunter was going to get more out of this night than he had planned. His smirk turned sinister. He couldn't wait. 'A beautiful night indeed...'
Word Count: 169
A/N: Following Vol 1, page 20 from the manga. This fanfiction is a slow burn. The more slowly you sip, the more elegantly you slip into it.