I do not own any Trigun thingies or Hellsing thingies…so….yeah…I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THOSE CHARACTER PEOPLE HERE. ALL NOT MINE! I highly recommend the two anime/manga's of course, though! Trigun and Hellsing
Poor Vash and his first encounter with Alucard…its going to be a very interesting few chapters….!
Screams filled Vash's ears as he gazed upon the dead bloody masses filling the hallway. He raced down the hallway lined with metal doors, the rooms hidden behind them filled with even more corpses. At the very end, to his right, the last of the sounds resonated with a scream for God's mercy. Vash tried the doorknob, it was locked.
Damn!He thought, sweat rolling down his face as he kicked the door –hard. The metal bent, but failed to fall of its hinges as planned. "Hey! Is anybody in there alive! Please hold on!" He yelled at the door while searching madly for a way in. Nothing revealed itself as a useful tool to lever the door off its hinges. Double damn! His mind raced, nearly to the point of crying as he heard one last pitiful cry of agony fading from the room. A strange and deep noise weaved its way through the newly acquired silence.
The door opened as Vash raised his leg to kick the door in further, and a tall looming figure stared down at him. A look of concern spread across his face, as if the man was realizing something for the first time. "Might I ask where I am He asked in a deep, commanding, tone. Fresh blood covered his strange red clothing riddled with bullet holes –and yet, the man held no wounds to indicate he'd been shot at. Vash already had a tear streaking down his face, revolver in hand, as he managed to break his stare at the man and look past him –to the innumerable heaps and random limbs scattered throughout the room. The man repeated himself, his annoyance clear with his deepened and now almost growling voice.
"Did you…" Vash could not finish his words, too intent upon staring at the scene so casually left behind the tall black haired man. It was then that the man's black and unbelievably large gun was lifted to his head. For a long moment, the two stared at each other.
"Will you not tell me where I am? I can always find someone else to tell me." He said, calmly now. Finally, Vash looked into the man's eyes, they were red to his angelic blue.
"You're in the town of July, but why did you do this? Why!" Vash stared into the crimson pools of the cruel man's eyes, unable to turn away.
"What country is this place in?"
"Country?" Vash remembered Rem's teachings of old Earth, how the lands were divided by large pools of water called Oceans, and so the lands were called countries –or something like that. "This planet has no countries," Vash explained solemnly to hide his confusion. No living person he had met knew what a country was, not since the days when the humans had first landed. The day when Rem- Vash frowned even more deeply as he tried to push the memory back. The man before him raised an eyebrow at the previous response, and a smirk spread across his face.
"I didn't think your frown could grow any deeper," He commented casually. "What bullets do you have in that revolver, and please refrain from saying there are no bullets in it," the man commented with his deep voice, the remark pointing out how utterly insane the idea of having no country seemed to him.
"Would it matter?" Vash retorted, his voice a harsh betrayal of his emotions. The man disturbed him, deeply. Even Knives would wonder at the artful display of body parts, - possibly long enough to recruit him. The man frowned and sighed. With no concern at all at the fact that he had a revolver pointed at him, he removed his gun from Vash's forehead.
"As the first man to not flinch under my presence, I ask your name.". The tone of annoyance had gone, replaced with ..curiosity?
"I am Ericks Longbottom Aluwishous Doughnuthaven Love N' Peace the third." A long pause followed the reply, and for a moment Vash thought the man would shoot him for insulting him. His thoughts moved from one way to escape to another as the man studied him over. Suddenly, the man's deep voice resonated through the hall way and seemed to fill the air itself. Laughter. What is with this guy? He kills everyone else in the building without reason in the five minutes it took for me to get to the building and up to this floor, and yet he laughs at being insulted?
"Bonus points," The man declared, obviously delighted. "You actually had the guts to give me that nonsensical name! Well, since you refuse to give it up freely…Vash,is it? Mine is Alucard."
A true smile broke the smirk previously dominating his face. Without warning Alucard turned from Vash and made his way down the hallway towards the elevator.
"Wait!" Vash yelled, the spell holding him by Hellish eyes alone dissapeared. Alucard did not stop. "Why did you kill all of these people? How did you know my name?" As someone who had been chased by every kind of man imaginable, only one knew how to read minds, but that man was dead. How can he have Lagato's powers! He can't have my arm, can he? Vash thought, not wanting the mass murder that Lagato had been able to procure merely by using the power Vash's arm had given him, thrice over.
Alucard continued walking until he reached the elevator. A tiny Ping! echoed as the doors opened and he entered, his red eyes seeming to glow in the dim lighting.
"Half of it was that I was hungry," his now familiar voice said as the two doors closed. The voice seemed to linger in the room and be everywhere at the same time and yet – the man's lips had not moved. The elevator doors closed with another Ping! Vash dropped to the floor, eyes wide with what he had just experienced. Minutes passed, then hours –or so it felt as such, as he lay there with his back against the wall facing the room filled with mutilated corpses. iAll…All these people! Dead…wait…what'd he mean by hungry?His thoughts continually hit walls. His frown, had they seen it, would worry Maryle or Millie if they had seen it.
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Finished. Wiping sweat from his forehead with his left arm, he gazed upon the newly dug graves, and bent his head in shame whenever a family member of the deceased looked in his direction.
"Mommy? Why did daddy die?" A little girls voice reached his ears and he closed his eyes, his back to the others while he leaned against his shovel so no one would see the tears rolling down his face. "Was he sick?" The girl asked, trying to pry any information she could from her mother who cried openly. Again the mother did not answer, only hugged the child. "Why didn't he tell me he was sick? Was it because he didn't think I could handle it? I could of! I really could!" After this, the mother quieted. He could almost feel the strength of resolve without looking as it over took the mother.
I should have been able to save at least some of them! Vash thought, sun was finally beginning to set as he resolved to make the man his first priority. Forcing images of mutilated corpses out of his mind, he smiled weakly as he watched Maryl aproach . No sadness, not for her.