There are so many things I wish to say to you. So many dreams that have come true. The things in my past, fail to compare. To the lasting despair of this love. I am not saying that this is wrong. Nor am I saying that this should not go on. To wish is to seek.
What is it that I seek, nothing but what we have. This love I share with only you. But my heart has decided that I must escape from this confinement To distances myself from you is the only way I can be truly me. Destiny calls forth for the never ending love that I have.
It searches my soul and leaves when the morning comes. Darkness is it's friend but to seek is to know. What is it that we know nothing of this universe or of the souls we see through the passing day. We lie and cheat steal and reap others of their work. Their lives, hopes and dreams.
Destroying all that stands in the way. But what of the things that we wish to share. What of the lives we have helped could it be that nothing is of this of reality. Darkness consumes me as I lay awake in this hell. But what is it that I seek? Is it the life I once had? The friends that once called me? Could it be that my master has finally left me? On my own shall I be for ever more? But in truth I wish to be alone, for the things I face will only try to destroy all that we know.
Chapter 1
Vertigo of ruin
"Do you wish to die tonight police girl?" His deep voice echoed out into her ears. Distant as if she was hearing through thick glass. But even though this voice was far away she could hear the seductive allure cast in this being's melodic banter.
The under current of his voice danced of excitement as he stared down his prey. Hiding behind a poor defenseless human. The way of human nature had always intrigued him. They were so rash in their judgement. He knew so much about them, but never could he truly understand what ticked in their minds. Destruction of all around them was not enough for these mortal beings.
Although he was not as they were his kind held a weakness for the mortal race. Their fragile nature, how their body's could be easily broken by his powerful grip. His ultimatum delivered it was up to this blonde woman to decided. It was her choice, that was his one condition, he would not take a life and give them this power if they did not wish for it.
Only moments ago, the sickening sound of flesh exploding coiled around her senses. All she could think as screaming cold metallic poison ripped into his figure. Exploding shattering the silence all around. His mocking laughter reverberated on the inner saintdom of this house of God. His being was consumed in hell's fire. Blackness swirled around him, burning into her mind. Dark crimson engulfed her senses. The aroma of an iron based substance consumed her breath.
"He's not human," her voice echoed swirling around in her mind. Distance as the spell cast upon her, continued even as she fought for control. Fog consumed her entity her soul, as if this was all her existence was to be.
His mockery to the monster standing behind her. Brought out the decision for her. Never did she speak only bowing her head in yes. The pain was unbearable, piercing her chest blood filled her lungs. Feeling a soft draft upon her insides. Cooling from within, numbness over took her body.
Blackness consumed, casting out the light of the moon. Angels came speaking of what was to come. A deep angelic voice called out into her dark abyss.
"This is the part when you close your eye's," the melody of this angelic being beckon her from the darkness. Her eye's focused on a pale face. His crimson eye's shining out into the darkness around, his mouth turned up into a devilish grin. This is not the angel she remembered. But yet she could feel, her body was returning to her no longer floating out of this world into another.
The heat from her neck consumed her body, pain erupted all through her being. This was nothing like before, when darkness over took her. When everything was cold as pain consumed her. She only wished to return to the sweet abyss of coldness. Heat soaring though her veins, taking her into a new level of nirvana. Sweat consumed her, heat consumed her core, flame erupted exploding into her lifeless limbs. But when she thought that this was the end. That death had to be on the brink around this next bend of pain.
She awoke, feeling the weightlessness of the world. Floating into the next stage of her life. But this was not how she imagined it, she could still feel the weight of her body. But she was floating, no she looked into his eye's now, seeing the truth of what she dreamed. Light consumed his crimson eye's as his face lifted into a smile. But oh how those eye's shined, as humor took over his face. She could not see the humor in what she had experienced.
All she could feel was, everything, her body ached but still she was alive. Still she could remember the sound of the bullet as it left the chamber of the barrel. She could still hear the sickening sound, and the pain that erupted as it passed through her chest. But she was here alive, breathing. Yes there was pain, but it was subsiding. Her mind could not comprehend what was happening but all she knew was she was glad to be alive...
The aching heart of the young police girl, still so full of live yet. Yet is the word, no longer does she live among the living. Her heart still beats with pain. But no longer can she walk in the light of day. Her decision caused her to be this way. Like yesterday she can still remember the words her master spoke to her.
But that was the past, it seemed so long ago when actually it was only a year ago. So many things had changed in her life. When she realized what she had became, she fought against it with her entire being. She fought for control upon her inhuman appetite. Nothing of the mortal realm appealed to her anymore. No longer did she desire the taste of coffee, or doughnuts.
No, all that she felt the need to consume lay in bags, marked with the donors name. The type this iron based liquid was, the date it was collected and where it came from. But she could not consume this no she would not allow her body to betray her. But eventually the hunger over took her. She needed to feed no longer could she stand, weakness swallowed her up whole. And her master told her that eventually she would die.
She mentally considered this for a time. But she wanted to live that was her choice. That was what she had decided to do, to take her master's blood, and become the undead. An immortal being with inhuman strength speed and stamina. She hated herself for what she had become, but it was better to drink from transfusion blood then to attack the members of her squid.
Her friends and companions in this fight against the undead. Vampires roamed the streets of London, and for years they had been kept secret from the eye's of the public. A silent battle fought by one hundred and thirty men. Herself, her master Arucard, Walter, and Sir Intagra Wingates Hellsing. The head of the Hellsing family...
But that was so long ago, three months ago the Hellsing organization had been shut down. Her friends had been killed, her master's master had been locked up and her master stayed in with her. She was now alone in this world, her heart still ached for her master. Her love had consumed her being even before she realized what was going on. But that was then and this is now.
Although her life had been destroyed she continues to do what she thinks in right. She no longer works for anyone, no longer does she even live in London. She has moved out of her home, living only to destroy those rough vampires that destroyed her entire being of life. Her fight is no where near over. But this is just the beginning.
"How can I do this?" Her voice held mockery as she looked upon the disappearing figure she has been following. His wavy dark hair flowed freely in the wind. Strains dancing around his face. The sneer of delight etched upon his face.
He to was stalking prey, a woman of medium build, with long red hair. Soft green eye's that shine with delight as she looked upon the window displays surrounding her. Her face held amusement as she passed a clown staring bleakly out into a darkened world. Shadows dancing upon the walls. Swirling with excitement dancing with the passing light of vehicles.
Motorist passing by the dreary street in south Whales. Just happy go lucky people unaware of the infestation running freely about their streets. Consuming mortal blood for life. They went about their days as if nothing, but their own importance matter. Greed and selfishness guiding their way in this world. Ignorant and stupid to what lay in the night. What walked among the living. This infestation could wipe out the entire world if left unchecked.
That was her mission, it was these creatures fault that she was this way. However she was not hunting her own kind, no this were abominations of the true vampire breed. These creatures were no more then scum of the earth. Eating away at the core of this world. Consuming the essences of the mortal realm in which ignorant people lived.
Yes there is animosity toward the human race. She feels the hatred of their existence, but she was once as they. Ignorant to others around her, and this was how she made up for her stupidity. By saving their lives from these creatures, that took upon this life style.
Her target moved on down the street casually following behind his prey. Soon he would attack, she could sense the change in the air. The smell of hunger, and greed consuming her mind. Her senses heightened by her diet, her way of life. Her strength was unmeasured by these abominations standards. She was a true child of the night. Her powers have increased since her fight over three months ago.
Her skills and senses increased when she realized the true nature of her powers. But still she was nothing like her master, no she would never be as strong as he is. But still she could fight with the best of them. Her accuracy with the cannon she carried, a thirty-eight modified choke with sliver tip bullets. Exploding tips of a carbon alloy, would penetrate the skin and explode when it mixed into the blood stream. There would be no use in using more than one bullet. Once it mixed into the system it would attack the heart drying the host. From the inside out, even if the bullet didn't hit the heart directly it would still consume their being within minuets.
His movements changed, no she knew he could not sense her presence. But something had him spooked, fear engulfed her senses. Something was amiss, yes she could sense it another being of darkness. Bloodlust etched into the fabric of the area around her. What was this creature, never before had she sensed something as demonic as this before.
Her insides chilled, but this was not right something was wrong with this. Something was coming out of the shadows. Never before had she sensed a being as powerful as this. But the hunger desire residing inside of this creature was different. Somehow, the bloodlust was different. It seemed not to crave the blood of mortals, but of immortals.
What was happening? Her prey moved doubling back, he was heading straight for her hiding. Maybe she would not have to wait after all. Once his figure stepped into her path there would be no escape for him. But still the ominous presence of this unknown enemy bothered her. Would she have to fight this creature as well? What was going on with this being? Why would he consume the essences of immortals when she could sense he was one as well?
Her man stepped into her sights, her finger tightened upon the trigger. The cool metal feel upon her exposed fingers sent chills of anticipation through her core. The excitement of killing them was her pleasure. Destroying them one by one was her job as well as her way of life. This was what she was made to do, to kill them all.
"No," before she could act. The mysterious being emerged capturing it's victim in a vise like hold. Draining his being slowly consuming the host's essences. Drawing out his soul, his being. She watched as her target combusted into flames. His ashes scattered into the wind. Dancing away like her joy, the joy she felt to kill them all.
The creature turned toward her, it's black eye's shining in the moon lite alleyway. It smiled, turned and disappeared before she even had a chance to say anything...
"Damn it what is going on," she shouted in the saintdom of her apartment. " Who or what the fuck was that thing," she slammed her fist into the wall. Distressed about the outcome of last nights escapade. She has been tracking that son of a bitch for over a week. His patterns were carefully calculated, his pattern was set, he attacked for pleasure. For the thrill of the kill. He never created ghouls as others she has killed. No he just enjoyed the death he brought.
Her pacing was driving her mad, and soon the pull of morning would over take her and she would have to sleep. Laying down upon her soft bed. She looked about, staring at the pictures on her wall. Of the men she called friend, destroyed by ghouls and then turned to attack her. Her name was kitten then now she is just Victoria. Nothing more or less.
"I need answers," she thought as she closed her eye's to rest for the coming nights stalk. Her face was twisted into a scowl anger etched upon her face as she lay motionless. Sleeping away the morning light. The one thing she truly missed about being mortal. The sun rise...
"Ha police girl you have made your self useful in the last three months," his deep voice laughed with mockery. "I see that you have been doing what you were created to do," sighing he looked about his chambers. He was so alone in this world. He no longer had a master, just like his creation.
Sir Intagra Hellsing died only a month ago, she came down with a new virus. She had refused to take his blood. He had offered her when she was placed into that prison. Even though he could read her mind, knew she wanted to know what his blood tasted like. She refused to take part of him. She wanted to be human. For ever a child of light. The pain he felt for his master was unbearable.
But still he must go on, well since he could not find an opponent strong enough to destroy him. He has been wandering the streets of London for the last month. Killing all the cursed souls he could find. He like this freedom, yet he could not face the fact that his master had died.
Even on her death bed she refused to take his blood, only smiling as she looked into the distances. Staring at something he could not see. A long ago friend, he imagined it was her father that called to her. Smiling like he used to when she was a child. She was over come with joy and when her last breath was taken she was smiling.
Mortals were so unpredictable to him. In their minds they wished for one thing but in their hearts something else entirely resided with in them. A wetness streamed down his cheek as he slept something he has not felt in so long. This wetness was cool as it cascaded down his pale cheek.
"Tears," he laughed. "I have not cried in centuries," he mocked his own weakness.
His body lay motionless, but his mind soared with dreams. Or memories of what he has experienced in the last several centuries. He too was lonely he could sense the pain the police girl felt. But he would not join her no, she would remind him too much of the old days. The days when the Hellsing family took care of these abominations that walked the earth.
Yes, he missed the fight he would enjoy in the company of those around him. But still he could not return to that life style yet. He had almost lost Victoria, when she thought only of him. He would not watch another woman die when he could help. He would leave well enough alone.
He would only fight alone. Forever as he should be, so close to being the last remaining true immortal soul of this world. He would not create another as he did her. He would simply fight in the shadows, alone in this battle. As she needed to be. He knew where she was what she dreamed of when she lay motionless in sleep.
He could see his face in her memories, he could feel the love that she had for him. But today something was different, what was it that he was witnessing. Could this be a new type of immortal. This creature, craved only immortal blood, how can that be. His laughter echoed out into the silent room.
"Yes this is interesting maybe I will join my child in Whales, it seems there maybe someone whom will provide me with the death that I seek," he thought as he replayed the image of this creatures, this monsters image.
With his mind made up he will seek out his pupil at dusk. He will learn of this creatures habits and maybe his death will be sooner than he thought. This new entity maybe the one whom will finally put his body to rest...
Moaning she stood and stretched her muscles. Feeling the blood circulate through her stiff limbs. Her dreams during her sleep centered around her master and this new monster she wished to learn of. Yes she could contact Walter of the Hellsing organization, but doing so will only bring up past memories of her master and his beloved Sir Intagra.
She remembered when she had learned of her death and the sadness she had felt. Yes she loved her master, but he loved another and this was the best she could do. She must stay away from him, and not have her heart ripped out from her chest yet again. She could not stand to have him back in her life. She could not let her love for him rule her emotions. She would not allow it to happen again.
These three months apart from him, cleared her mind. It allowed her to realize that she did not need him. No she could do this on her own. If he came back into her life she would not accept him. She could not let him destroy the fabric of her being yet again. He abandoned her she would not allow him back into her life after all this time. She could not have him near her no matter what.
Tears of pain rolled down her face as she sat for her dinner. Wiping away the cool tears, placing her head into her hands. This was all she thought of for all these months. She had cut herself from him, and to allow him back into her life now. She just could not let that happen.
But she could sense his presences no matter how faraway he was from her. She just had to let the past stay where it should be in the past. Her survival depended on her being detached from anyone. That could cause her to care for them. To love them. That was her weakness she has loved once before and the result was what she lives with everyday. He is dead, and she is part of a world of monsters herself included.
But his death was not in vain, when he died so did the monster that created him. He is at peace and yet she can not remain that way. Forever haunted by the lingering guilt if only she had been able to save him. But no matter what happened then the past is what makes way for the future.
And her future rested in how many of those damn monsters she could kill. Looking to the packet laid before her she cursed the fact yet again for what she was. But she has learned that she can control her hunger as long as she feeds. Upon the fluid filled packet laying before her.
Smiling she consumed her dinner. Thinking of the one time she had ordered tomato juice in a bar. It was bloody stupid of her, but it was the only thing she could think of at that time. Laughing her voice was soft and pleasant like the call of a morning dove. Sweet and innocent.
"I had blood on the mind," she laughed. Throwing the empty packet away.
Her next target had made use of him self as of late. He has collect a number of ghouls for his army. Planning on taking more. But his taste run on the side of Americans. He would not destroy his own people. No this man only desired to rid his home of filthy outsiders.
Although she didn't personally have any use for Americans she would not allow him to continue. She would not allow him to destroy another family. She had stumbled upon him only two weeks ago. While reading the local paper. His name she had discover was Oliver Stein, age twenty three.
She had followed him when she was stalking her last prey. She personally had no use for their names. But his was easy to find out. He left a calling card behind when he was to take yet another victim. He would scribe OS into anything near by. He was just begging to get killed.
"God I have turned into my master, enjoying this way to much Victoria," she scolded. Sighing she moved over to her desk.
Papers were scattered all around. Pertaining blue prints of Oliver's hideout. An abandoned warehouse. This warehouse used to be a storage area for unreleased music. At one time it had over twelve thousand different label companies products. However that was over two years ago. Now the building has been unused. But holds some secrets that can not be discovered by the human race.
Sometimes though she wished that the ignorant mortals knew what lived in the night. She wished that they could fight for themselfs. That they could kill these monsters. The problem though is that a person is smart, but people are ignorant. The mass hysteria that would ensue after they discovered the truth. Would cause more human to die then monsters.
No this is the way things should remain. Even though she was not happy about it. Still though it is the way everything should be.
"What is wrong with me?" She thought as she stared at the papers in front of her. Everything bleed and ran together. Something was wrong why was her mind playing tricks. What was going on.
The pictures of the warehouse swirled together bleeding black. Bubbling up into a pit of ink, what was happening?
"No," she yelled as the image took form. "This can't be master why have you come?" Her voice held pain.
"What are you not happy to see me police girl," he smiled at her.
Everything about this was wrong she knew she should not let him back into her life after all this time. But just seeing his face made her heart skip beats. He was as lovely as she remembered. His black hair slicked down at his sides. His eye's piercing red, his mouth twisted into a devilish smile.
"Get away from me Arucard," her voice shook with pain, anger, and joy. But her mind was made up there was no way she was going to let him back into her life after all this time.
"Police girl I am upset that you would turn away your master," his voice sounded anything, but upset.
"Arucard you left me and now you want me to except you back into my life. That I can't do," looking away from his beauty. The darkness crept into her mind. She shut her thoughts down. Something she had learned to do when he was not here with her.
"Why do you shut me out Victoria?" This time his voice held pain. Something she had only heard once from her master, when he was fighting against Incognito. That was the last time she had saw him, and that was for the best anyways.
"I have worked to hard to have you mess up my life now master, why do you come to me now?" The pain that radiated in her words. Shook him to his core.
"Victoria," sighing. "I have been keeping watch over you for the last months. Never have you been without me,"
"But I have!" She yelled in anger. " You left me alone, I know that you had to protect the Hellsing family. But I needed you too," She vanished.
"So Victoria you have learned a few tricks in the last months. I had no ideal how much your power has grown," he smiled looking at the papers scattered about the floor...
"Damn you," she cried. Her face twisted into pain. "Why have you came to me now master why?" Her silent pleas of pain hiccupped in her throat as she sat on the clock tower. She could see the lights of the city below her. This was her home at one time. But now Whales held her calling. But with Arucard back she didn't know where she should be.
"Why do you cry Victoria?" A voice softly whispered in her ear.
Startled by this voice she turned to look. Seeing nothing but darkness. But she could feel a presence she had felt last night.
"Who are you?" She asked shaken by the fact it had snuck up on her.
"My name is not important, Victoria. But I too lust after the kill, if you want to know who I am find me at the warehouse tonight, I shall be waiting for you," it laughed...