Disclaimer:
I do not own Hellsing or have any affiliation with the series/manga what-so-ever.
Hellsing belongs to Kouta Hirano.
Summary:
What would have happened if Alucard hadn't saved Seras from the rogue vampire in Cheddar?
Follows the events of the Manga/OVA with a twist. Future AxS
Of Death and Draculinas
Chapter 1: 'Mistakes at Midnight'
Cold. The air around us was so cold; shouldn't have been so cold as it was only mid June, but that didn't even seem to matter. We were frozen down to our bones as we cautiously snuck up next to the church. It was so old and decrepid, I remember thinking to myself, 'What kind of person would want to stay in a place like this?'. Of course I hadn't realized that we wouldn't see any people that night. We would meet only monsters; the monsters real nightmares are made of…
It was late evening in a remote area of England. A small police force made its way through an out-crop of trees just north of the town called Cheddar. Upon clearing the small forest, a torn up church came into view. It may have been grand once, a marvelous place for the gathering masses to worship their God; no one would be able to tell now from the sorry sight it presented. Doors hung slightly ajar, suggesting the hinges had rusted away long ago, windows were shattered, covered over on the inside with black fabric.
Supposedly, a priest had lost his mind, killing several people and fleeing into the old church. The small group three approached the creaking doors, guns at the ready. The leader of the group, a middle-aged officer named Simon Garret, slowly opened the door and quickly surveyed the area.
In the back of the church, hidden in the shadows beside the altar, a man was bent down leaning over what seemed to be a woman's body, his mouth pressed against her neck. As the senior officer shined a flashlight on the figure, it rose up taking the woman with it. As the light reached the figure's face, it became apparent that it was indeed the man they were after. Donned in traditional priestly clothing, his clerical collar looking oddly white against the dreary backdrop the man turned his head away from the woman's neck. As soon as he did so, blood shot out of her torn artery, staining the priest and the altar, making it appear as a pagan ritual of sacrifice.
A collective gasp rocked through the small police group as the priest raised his arms off to the side and people rose from the pews. At least they were people once; these beings were akin to rotting corpses, pieces of flesh peeling off them as they advanced on the officers. After taking a small moment to collect themselves, they raised their guns and fired, not noticing how fast the priest was moving towards them.
The officer in front, a young blonde-haired girl, turned sharply as her senior officer became to scream. Her eyes grew wide as the priest sank razor sharp teeth straight into his neck, spraying blood across the girl's face causing her to scream. Out of pure terror from seeing her dead companions sprawled out across the floor, the girl took off into the night, hoping to find someone, anyone to save her.
A small ways off, a man dressing in clothing so red it could have been dyed with blood. He lifted his head, black hair framing his sharp face while he gazed at the moon, "Mmm, what a lovely night…" The man spoke aloud to no one but himself and continued on, humming a little tuneless song to himself as he drifted into the shadows of the woodlands, continuing his hunt…
The blonde was running as fast as her legs could carry her, almost causing her to stumble as she made her way towards what she hoped was the police outpost stationed nearby for emergencies. She hooked a sharp left. And came face-to-face with more of the dreadful monsters from within the church.
"There's no use in running, little girl." She whipped around upon hearing the man's deep, throaty chuckle and quickly fired off a clip at the his chest. The man moved so quickly she barely noticed him at all, dodging every bullet and putting himself directly in front of the girl.
Grabbing her wrist in a vice-like grip he leaned closer, whispering softly into her ear, "Guns won't save you here, girl." She steeled herself, grabbed her gun, and fired, straight into the man's face. All she received in return was a laugh, "Oh, poor little thing. So weak, so… Human," The word dripped off the man's tongue like it was poison, "Well, since you're so lovely, I'll fix that for you. My vampire bride. Yes, that sounds… Wonderful."
He twisted her around, her back pressed flush against his chest. She failed to notice the lack of a heartbeat as he pressed his mouth to her neck. 'What on earth- Is he some kind of pervy nutcase?' All coherant thought rushed out of her as needle-point fangs pierced her neck. The girl let out a silent scream and, in a last-ditch effort to escape, torn herself free of her captor, little knowing that it was already too late…
The priest sneered after the girl in disgust. 'Pitiful, just pitiful. I must be going soft, letting my little one get away so easily. No matter, I'll have my ghouls track her down later.' He was suddenly snapped out of his thoughts when he sensed a powerful presence appear behind him. "Who the Hell are you?!" He snarled.
The man let out a laugh as quiet as the wind, "Why sir, surely you would recognize Death when he appears on your doorstep?" The man retorted, tilting his head to reveal a happily twisted grin.
The priest barkek out laughter at the man's audacity, "Death, really? My God, what is the world coming to now adays? Some pretty boy running around calling himself Death? Bah!" As the priest continued to rattle off insults, the man in red reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a large gun.
The priest was watching now, a knowing smile played on his lips as the man in red took aim at one of the ghouls. He was about to make another jab regarding the man's stupidity when he noticed that after about twenty rounds had been fired, all his ghouls were nothing but dust.
The priest stuttered and, not to surprisingly to the man in red, took off into the woods. The man in red sighed, "They never want to do things the easy way, do they? Oh well," He stated to the open air with a shrug of his shoulder, "More fun for me, I guess." A wide grin spread across the man's face as he began a leisurely stride after the runaway ex-priest.
The girl had run so far so fast she had winded herself greatly. 'Anything's better than being near that… That murderous freak!' She told herself mentally. She finally came to a stop near a wide oak tree. She let out a long sigh as she leaned against the tree, allowing herself to slide gently down its side, her neck throbbing painfully. 'At least I'm safe for now.' She thought and allowed her eyes to drift slowly shut.
The girl awoke with a start a few minutes later, a loud crash sounded off to her left. She grabbed her gun, empty though it was, in hopes that she could scare off whatever was coming her way. The priest burst through the clearing, looking absolutely terrified. The girl quickly moved behind the tree just enough to see him. 'Whoa,' She thought, 'He looks… Scared? What could he be scared of? Even my bullets didn't phase him…' The girl halted her train of thought as the priest let out a strangled hiss.
A man dressed in red moved closer to the priest, calm as can be. The girl noticed he had a rather large gun in his hand. "What's the matter?" The red man taunted, "Nowhere left to run, you pathetic excuse for a vampire?" The girl was somewhat shocked, 'V- Vampire? There's no such thing! Are they part of a cult or something?' The girl looked around.
There was no place for her to escape without being seen so she decided to wait it out. The priest looked around him and, seeing no clear way out, let out a piercing shriek and rushed the man in red. The girl looked on horrified, 'No, he'll be killed!'
Before she could even move, the red man ripped a gloved hand straight through the priest. The priest made an enraged gurgling noise in the back of his throat, convulsing around the red man's arm, and finally erupted in a blast of smoke.
The girl failed to notice that she had moved from behind the tree. When she did, she stepped back too quickly, snapping a twig beneath her heavy, military boots, effectively gaining the red man's attention. "Well well well, what have we here?" He asked, a sinister grin marring his otherwise handsome features, "A little girl, lost and all alone. Hmmm…" The man paused, licking his lips, showing the points of unnaturally sharp canines.
As the man moved to come closer, his hand gave off an eerie red light, making him hiss in pain. The girl used his moment of distraction to flee from the area, not noticing when her badge slipped from her pocket.
As the pain subsided, the red man surveyed the area. The girl was long gone and apparently his master didn't want to be kept waiting any longer. He sighed, brushing his hands over his long, red coat, clearing it off non-existent dust. As he was preparing to return to his master, he saw a small object on the ground.
The girl's police badge. Flipping it open, he swiftly browsed its contents, red eyes stopping briefly over the name beside her picture. 'Seras Victoria… I think I'd like to remember that name… Now, as to Master Integra… Well, she doesn't have to know everything.' He grinned triumphantly to himself as he walked away, stashing the badge into his trouser pocket. 'For safe-keeping.' He thought, smugly, looking upwards at the stars.
"What a truly wonderful night…"
A/N: Tada~