Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing, Kouta Hirano does. Only character I hold claims over is my character Sonya.
A long drag of a cigarette from thin lips lit up the dark room. A woman with short crimson hair looked towards the half-moon with a glazed over silver eyes. She looked towards the large orb with a look of admiration, lost within her thoughts. A couple behind her made noises of lust as they shuffled about between thin sheets. The woman leaned out over the windowsill blowing smoke out from her lips.
Her naked tanned skin glowed from beneath the silver light. The woman finished off her cigarette, throwing the butt out of the window. She followed the smoke, twisting and turning, until it disappeared within the night air. With a smirk upon her lips she turned towards the moaning couple as they shifted their position. Pulling out a small handgun from discarded clothing she unclicked the safety.
They didn't stop their movements but instead increased them. Their panting grew more, filling the small room. The woman waited for the right time. The feeling in the room shifted to its peak within minutes. With a small shift of her finger the handguns barrel roared.
With a laugh the woman dressed in attire fit for the nightlife. A white midriff with a blue mini skirt, she left her feet free from the confines of footwear. Without so much of a glance to the now dead couple upon the bed she left. She paid the attendant at the desk for the borrowed room and sauntered out of the hotel. A glance to the half-moon overhead with the glazed look and the strange woman disappeared with a gentle breeze.
Almost twenty-four hours later, a letter had arrived from Her Majesty informing of what had transpired the night before.
A woman with long blonde hair and an olive suit sat on a chair behind a desk. Her fingers laced together as she read over the report handed in front of her. It was a simple one paged report concerning the deaths of a couple. What intrigued the woman about this case was that the couple was vampires but something else was recovered on the scene. A few strands of red hair that was entangled within the mass of dust.
The attendant at the desk that was working the shift said there were three people that had entered that room; a man with black hair, a woman with blonde, and another woman with the same color of the strands. She left after paying the room bill which was meant to be a full night stay. Though, when the strands returned after analyst, it was said to be a dud – an unusual breed of dog, maybe even wolf. The woman leaned back into her chair, lighting up a cigar.
A man phased in from the ceiling, hovering as he twisted his body so that he landed on his feet. He stared at the woman behind red-orange tinted shades dressed within a red hat and jacket. A black outfit adorned him underneath with a red tie. A menacing smile lit his face, his fangs gleaming in the dim light of the office.
"What are your orders my master?" He questioned with a slight excited sadistic tone. His voice was deep and went well with his appearance. The woman shifted her gaze from the paper to him, her blue eyes narrowing behind her glasses. She took the cigar out of her mouth to allow the words to flow.
"Dispose of whatever it is that killed these vampires. We do not need any more trouble to come to Her Majesty nor this country." Her orders were clear and like that the man cladded in red sent out to search for anything that went with the strands of hair; the crimson color reflecting that of his favored meal. He moved through the shadows without sound. Humans did not even glance as he passed them for they had no clue. Unsuspecting of the terror that had just moved around them, too focused as the priority at hand.
A sudden thrill shivered up his spine as he hunted down his new prey. Hoping, in a sense that this would give him the rush he had been seeking for a long time.
The woman turned her chair to stare out of the large windows placed behind her. She gazed up to the half orb in the sky while puffing out smoke from her expensive cigar. An old man dressed as a butler with a monocle stood at the door. The dim light reflected off the glass upon his face.
"Sir Integra," he started, "do you think that this creature is-"
"I do, Walter. A werewolf has entered England. I want it eliminated as soon as possible. We do not need any more flesh-eating monsters within this country." With that said the woman clad in a men's olive suit stood from her chair.
She walked out of the office with the need for sleep on her mind. She was sure that Alucard would be able to handle this asset quicker than any of her men could. She changed into her nightwear, setting her glasses on her nightstand. Flicking a switch the light turned off and she shrank beneath her covers. Integra could not help but think something was off about this werewolf, this creature that also stalks the night.
"Please tell me this is some kind of joke." The woman with crimson hair laughed at the males gathering around her. One that was tallest gave a snarl, baring human teeth. She glanced over with silver eyes in a nonchalant manner. The woman ran a hand down her skirt, coming to the end of it she lifted it a little.
"What? Never was able to get this without force? You all must be really small – or perhaps you're still boys under that oh-so-tough demeanor." She taunted letting go of the edge the three men stepped closer. She could tell she had bruised their egos far too much now but this was way too much fun. She perked an eyebrow at them giving a small whistle.
"Boys, boys, we can settle this very easily. I don't want to taint my hands with human blood now." She grinned as her canines grew slightly. They stopped their advances as something clicked in their minds. The woman walked down this street unafraid, had stopped without an ounce of fear in her face, had taunted them, and now she called them humans as if she herself wasn't.
It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that the woman before them wasn't normal. A sudden feeling washed over them.
Fear.
They now knew why their other men hadn't come with them to surround the woman. Thinking back on it now the leader wondered why he hadn't listened to one of them when he was told about the gut instinct - it was never wrong before. She walked up towards him with a certain look in her eyes, a coil smile upon her thin lips. She cupped the man's face in her hand giving off a cooing noise.
With a jerk of her wrist the man's head gave a sickening snap. She let go of his chin allowing his body to fall with a heavy thump. A childlike smile lit up her face as she turned to face the other two men. The shape of her bones that lie underneath her flesh started popping out of place. She was reshaping into a new creature, another monster that people have feared within the night.
The woman gave a laugh that rang through the men's ears as they pulled out their guns and started shooting. The bullets did little to stop the transformation. They watched in fear as the bullets resurfaced from her skin with little to no blood. She gave them a smirk before it turned into a muzzle with hair growing quickly over her body. With a final gut twisting snap the transformation was complete and a large wolf with the ability to crawl on all fours or walk on two legs stood before them; fangs bared in a wolfish smile.
Finally the men seemed to have gotten the hint that they should run. The man closest to the newly reshaped werewolf was caught in an iron grip. He struggled as much as he could but the grip did not slack and the arm didn't even budge. The other man had run away and with a sniff of air the werewolf was able to tell he pissed himself. A barkish laugh erupted from her muzzle, letting out a howl that echoed around her.
Dogs from around joined in. She gave a wolfish grin to the man before picking him up without strain. He gave out a cry, yelling something about his arm getting broken. The biped wolf widened their silver eyes with a murderous gleam in their eye. With a swipe from her unoccupied arm the woman sliced the man's head clean off the tore his body apart.
With a toss, as if throwing away a piece of paper, the woman threw the man while reverting to human form. She looked down at her naked skin with a straight look on her face. The only part she hated about transforming was that she goes through clothes faster than she can find them. She gave a sigh, running a hand through her hair as she settled a hand on her hip. She closed her eyes, bathing in the moonlight.
She felt the familiar growing of her tailbone then it getting covered by hair which flattened, shaped, and became fur. A shiver ran up her spine as the fur tickled her skin when she wrapped it around her hips.
"I'll have to kill another street urchin." She gave another sigh as a breeze passed. One more glance towards the growing moon she continued down the street without interruption. The handgun she carried with her was left behind with her shredded clothing. The magazine was empty of its blessed bullets.
A single bat arrived at the scene. It went to observing the ripped apart corpse, the guy with a snapped neck, and the guns that were left behind. The bat took note of red strands that were on the clothing and looked down the street. A woman was walking away with nothing but what looked to be a very bulky belt. A lot of bats surrounded the single one before merging together into the tall man dressed in red.
A large, fang-filled smile lit on his face as he smelt the blood of the corpse on the woman. It grew once the woman had stopped and turned to face him. Silver eyes glanced over him quickly before narrowing slightly then relaxing again. She ran a hand through her hair, keeping it out of her face as she turned to look at him. She certainly wasn't shy about showing off.
A dark chuckle escaped from his lips as he walked towards her. She let go of her hair, putting her arms at her side as she watched him with a small curious look in her face. He stopped just a mere couple of feet away from her with a menacing smile. She gave him a look of boredom which was rewarded with a laugh. Her tail unwound itself from her hips and shrank back to a human tailbone.
"Am I supposed to be scared of you? You look nothing more than a teddy bear I had when I was a child." Another dark laugh erupted from his throat, throwing his head back with the moon reflecting from his spectacles. He kept his head tilted towards the sky as the woman just gave him another bored look. A tilt of her head but nothing gave a hostile movement.
"You reek of blood," she stated, a hint of a German accent sneaking in. The woman scrunched up her nose in disgust at the smell. The man tilted his head towards her slightly.
"It's a beautiful night," he said simply. The woman tilted her head towards the moon before dodging out of the way of bullets. The strange man gave a laugh as he looked towards her. She still wore that bored look on her face. Another tilt of her head, crimson strands falling in front of silver eyes.
"Fighting an unarmed naked woman, my, what matters you have." Her sarcastic remark only made the vampire laugh more.
"Are you not afraid?"
"Should I be?"
With those words in the air the two creatures of the night held a stare off. The maniacal smile turned into a smirk as the woman wrapped a tail around her hips once again. He summoned a shroud of darkness to incase her in. The woman did not struggle nor looked at it with fear but instead kept her eyes trained on him. Like two predators in a standstill waiting for the chance to strike.
The shroud disappeared from off of her, coming off of the woman's body as whisks of smoke to reveal a simple outfit, a plain shirt with loose fitting bottoms. She spared a look down with a frown.
"Your generosity strikes me as odd considering the circumstances. Though I have to say it is wasted if you wish to fight me in my other form, vampire." Her voice hung in the air as all around it grew hotter. The tall vampire was actually able to feel the spike in temperature and got excited. Followed by the heating air the sound of bones breaking apart, reshaping, and snapping back into place followed.
He watched as the clothes stretched and tore as the woman's body bulked up. It took on a masculine shape, nothing to indicate female. The southern region was surprisingly still clothed in the loose fighting trousers. She grew to the vampires' height with no trouble. He frowned slightly at the appearance of her ears.
They were clipped and still stitched. He was able to get the faint smell of her blood which indicated they were still in the healing process. She gave a growl and a snap of her jaws as she leaned forward, crouching on all fours. He looked at her for a moment but then smiled, raising his gun and started shooting. She didn't bother dodging the bullets, allowing them to imbed themselves into her skin.
Another crazed smile coiled on his face as he watched the bullets not even sink into her fur. Her bones morphed again into something more suitable for running on all four limbs. She ran at him with speed only the supernatural possessed. A laugh that matched his crazed smile erupted once again from his throat as he took to shooting. This werewolf was much different than the ones he knew, able to withstand the blessed bullets.
She flipped and rolled out of the way of the bullets before leaping towards the vampire, turning into her bipedal form. She gripped the vampire by his throat, heaving him upwards to dangle within her clawed grip. Large claws dug into his throat. He gave a smirk, pointing his gun at her head, right between her eyes.
"More, more, more!" He commanded with a maniac look in his crimson eyes hidden behind eyewear. The woman gave a wolfish grin at the barking of the gun. The bullet shot through her forehead. The grip around his throat went lax, allowing him to return to solid ground. He gave a disappointed look to the werewolf until its grip tightened.
She lifted her head with the same wolfish grin upon her face. He gave a deranged laugh, slipping out of her grip with ease, getting his neck torn in the process. The wound quickly healed. The vampire slipped his gun back into his jacket before doing some sort of hand movement. The werewolf watched as he made it so only one of his eyes was visible under a cloak of darkness.
Eyes appeared in many places throughout his body. His specs disappeared as well as the large hat he bore. His hair grew longer and swayed behind him.
"Releasing control art restriction to level two, approval of Situation B recognized. Commencing the Cromwell invocation. Ability restrictions lifted for limited use until the enemy has been rendered silent." The werewolf stood with a relaxed posture as many eyes surrounded them in the void of black. She watched as the vampire before her transformed.
A sudden feeling in her lower stomach tingled. Her silver eyes widened slightly. The vampire must've took this as a sign of fear as he began taunting her. To her it just sounded like nonsense. She quickly reverted to human form and held up her index finger.
The vampire stopped his assault, the dogs that were about to attack reverting back into his arm. An annoyed look came across his face, a deep frown.
"One moment," she told him running into one of the houses around them. Screams erupted from inside only to be silenced rather quickly. Thuds followed afterwards. The vampire waited with his dangle at his side. The woman returned with a relieved sigh, wiping water off of her hands on her trousers.
"Sorry about that. Haven't gone since this afternoon," she apologized. The man dressed in red tilted his head before barking out a laugh. This werewolf was certainly entertaining. She leapt at him, transforming within mid lounge.
He unleashed his powers again, chanting words laced with a sadistic tone. He was encouraging her to fight him at full power, to rip him to shreds like she had done to the humans. She made no acknowledgment of his taunts as she sliced away his dogs with her claws. More came. They captured her by legs and arms, pinning her to the ground.
Their teeth were able to penetrate her skin. A bark of a laugh rumbled from her chest as excitement filled her. It was a long time since she had this fun in a fight with another nightwalker. Her pupils dilated as she released stage two of her own power.
What is your name bloodsucker? Her voice rang in the air but the wolves muzzle only turned into a crazed smile, fangs glistening in the moonlight. A dark laugh came from above her form.
"Alucard."
Sonya.
Reviews would be much appreciated! Would like to know if it was worth continuing as it would be a semi-long story (in length at least 3,000 words per chapter).