Author's Note: "Hello, my scarf-clad darlings!" (Sounds like Eva Gabor) This is really its own story in itself, but it could also technically be taken as the alternate part of my one-shot Everyone Cries Sometimes. This is from Anderson's point of view as he dies. If this were to take place, he'd take a long time to die, considering all this thinking…. Anyway, please enjoy!
Also, a note: Anderson in the (anime, I think? Don't quote me) is shown as a soldier putting a gun into his mouth in a weird, flashbacky sort of way (please, if you can verify this PM me and I'll put the correct version on here). So I kinda took a liberty with that, saying that he was dying and that's the way he became a regenerator, but you'll see what I mean.
(To the tune of Alouetta)
~I do not own
I do not own Hellsing
I do not own
this is just made for play~
He was defeated; he knew from the moment he set his heart to fight the filthy vampire that he'd probably end up dead, or worse. But that was the life he had been given, the life of a member of Iscariot: the fact that one day, he'd betray everything he knew and selfishly face his own desires leading to his demise.
How wrong he was.
He had thought that killing Enrico Maxwell was his act of betrayal; the act that had set the wheels of God's divine plan into play. But now as he lay broken on the ground dying for the second time in his life, he saw the light.
He looked past everything; past his Iscariots, many of who he raised as orphans- past the monster and his servant, both of whom looked saddened and pathetic-no, he looked to the Lady Hellsing herself, who was forming crosses from swords. His vision began to grow blurry, and he clenched his fist as he fought to stay conscious.
Her: his betrayal. He had always respected her, admired her even- but as the pressure grew and he watched the solid religious foundation he had built around his heart begin to crack and crumble, he finally caved and fulfilled his purpose. He had betrayed his religion, his morals, even his God in order to spend the last hours of his life in the company of platinum hair and carnal pleasures. She had taken the center of his world, and he had vowed to see her fly where he fell. She turned toward him, as if hearing his thoughts, and he swore he saw tears shining in her eyes before she turned her head away. He wondered if she could see him staring at her. Did she think anything of his death? Sadness or relief, maybe?
The darkness was growing on the corners of his vision. He sighed softly, hearing the voices of children. His disoriented mind thought back to the orphanage before honing back onto the woman once more. In reality, that monster hadn't ripped out his heart-no, she had gained possession of it sometime long ago, before any of this happened and he was met with the realization that this would have happened between them at some point, Nazis or no Nazis. He smiled.
"Say your…prayers eve-every night before bed…." He said, more to her than anyone else. He even dared to say that if she didn't make it into Heaven with him after Limbo; he'd gladly give up his place to be with her in Hell, or anywhere else. His Heaven wouldn't be complete without her in it.
He finally slipped away, the singing of children in his ears; but that wasn't what he heard. He heard the one quiet word that slipped from the lips he had kissed not three hours before, knowing that in those three syllables she too had become a Judas to those she cared for:
"Anderson…."
That was short. But did you like it? Please feel free to review! See you next time, my pretties!