Hellsing: Living Shadows
-Hey, I would just like to say that asterisk is being used to represent radio communications. I wrote this in my spare time but would love to make more :) Hit that review button if you have any feedback!
Chapter 1- Son of Insanity
"What the fuck is going on?!"
"We aren't sure Sir, we've lost contact with several of our patrols-"*
"Hello? Hello?! Dammit."
Frantic gun shots came from outside the room. Bullets struck the door with blood trailing the holes, men's screams filled the room followed by the sound of heavy boots slowly dragging through the halls. The pleading and crying of the soldiers were silenced by the sound of the crushing and splattering of their bodies.
"Knock, Knock." The door burst open as a mangled carcass was smashed though with great force, revealing only darkness outside. Soon the whole room was engulfed with the same darkness as the hallways, the only source of light being the redness of the moon shining through the window.
"My, my. Isn't it a beautiful night? One might say it brings out the lunatic in me. Making me thirst for the blood of the guilty... and the innocent."
A dark figure emerged from the doorway. Eyes a crimson red, possessing the trance of the moon yet the purity of blood. He wore a suit of black, shadows radiating from every woven stitch. His hair quivered like the tips of flames but were as dark as a void. Humanity was sucked from his soul, as he was completely and utterly dead.
"Y..you must be from Hellsing." The man stuttered in fear as he backed himself into a corner, trampling over his wine glass and blueprints of weaponry. "You think I'm going to give up? I've worked too hard to get where I am just to be shot dead in my own chair. They were mere first grade vampires while I am much more powerful! I could kill you any second I wish and you wouldn't even have a chance to beg for mercy!"
The living corpse chuckled to itself. "Powerful? You are but a shit stain of the very word vampire, you should learn your place you filthy rat. In-fact...no... you're not a rat. Your are food, as much as I would hate to disgrace my fangs with your tainted blood... you are food."
"You're insulting me? Ha ha ha, you are just a tool for Hellsing to play with. You aren't even a fucking vampire any more. All of my men and our kin laugh at the very name Alucard!"
The shadow began to trench forward. "Even if they laugh at the name, it is none of my concern."
The man drew a confused and agitated look. "W...What?!"
"I am... Well I've labelled myself as the bastard child, he may not be my farther but his blood still runs through my veins. I am not Alucard, but his son. My name is Quincey Harker, son of Mina Harker and fledgling of The impaling prince. And you?... You are my dinner."
The shadow seemed to grow bigger as he approached. The darkness around him solidified and began to move by itself as if it were apart of him. The petrified man was paralysed in fear, unable to move or even breath. The shadow was stood over him, towering him with a psychopaths smile cut across his face. The shadow raised his hand to him and stroked the man's face before violently gripping his neck and slamming him against the wall, blood painting the surface.
"It seems you have taken quite a bit of my time, if I'm already going to be late to her there's no sense in rushing. I'm going to make sure you can feel every bite, every single bit of pain before I drink you dry and devour your remains. It will be beautiful. I suggest you pray to your god because you wont be the filthy creature you are now. This wall will be my canvass, your body will be my brush, and your blood... my paint..."