I Do This All For You
Alucard contemplates his reasons for serving the Hellsings.
Rating: K+
Origional A/N: Quick little drabble I scribbled down while watching the anime. This takes place in the first episode, right after Integra's introduction, and right before Seras', during Alu's little moment. Just a one-shot. I'm sorry, to all you people who were expecting more outta me.
New A/N: Hello again! This story is now part of the Collection, so it won't clutter up my big story space. Pitiful little thing. Grin Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing. Hellsing is (c) Kouta Hirano.
"My Organization has already sent assistance to Cheddar village."
"How many agents?"
"One."
"One?"
The trees stood out against the dusky sky, green foliage darkened almost to black. He strode down the aisle they created like it was a hall in his castle. After dark, the world was his kingdom, and he its king. The No-Life King.
That was his favorite title. It put his domain over the world into the simplest context. Why be complicated when simplicity would do? Excess to the point of absurdity was not in his nature. As far as he was concerned, it was pointless.
The setting sun had turned the sky red. The heavens themselves bled for him… Nosferatu. A yellow moon glowed in the sky, mimicking the twin golden lenses of his glasses. To think the earth dressed to match her lord. Red, Yellow, and Black. His favorites. Red for blood, Yellow for fear, and Black for darkness. Together they made Death. And Death was his patron saint. If the saints can even see me still. The Angels have turned their faces.
"What a beautiful night." But why was he, a veritable god of destruction, strolling about on this gorgeous evening?
Her.
He slew worthless punks, took out undead trash, and sullied his hands with lowly vampiric scum for her. His hands deserved to be bathed in the blood of worthy opponents, but all he was allowed to destroy were these sniveling cowards. They were all cowards. Well, cowards or fools. Most of them didn't deserve his attention.
Oh yes, it was her.
He used to do it because he had to. So was the bond between Master and Servant. Hellsing said it must be done, so he would do it. The pleasure of bringing an end to a life would be washed away by the force of his all-consuming hatred. Eventually, he'd gone mad, and then Lionel, the craven wretch, had locked him away from such lovely nights as this one. Indeed, the illustrious Hellsing family grew weak after Abraham's death, unworthy of his name. Unworthy… until her. He smiled, slowly, remembering the fateful hour that had changed everything he thought he knew. The little girl with the icy blue eyes and the moonbeam hair had put the fire back in his heart, and then dominated him in the same breath.
And, he loved her for it. His adoration and awe had kept him near her, every minute, every hour. He watched as she grew from a fascinating child into an amazing woman. Just thinking of her and this red, red night…
"… The kind of Knight that makes me want to have a bite to drink."
Well, he had work to do now. He would relish the slaying of this impudent upstart, if only to see the look of satisfaction on her stony face when he whispers, "Target is silenced." If only to see those powerful eyes with their cerulean depths lock with his, as her lips part to say, "Well done, Alucard."
Yes, Integra, I do this all for you.