A/N: Well hello everybody, this my first story ever and I really hope you enjoy it. I always found the characters from Hellsing and Trigun to be fascinating, so I chose them for my first work. I plan on making this a six or seven chapter story, after that i´ll move on with a different project. Please make all the reviews you can, I´d really like to know your opinion, and I dont mind negative reviews, they´re also welcome.
Disclaimer: I dont own any of the characters here, they´re exclusivly from Kohta Hirano and Yatsuhiro Nightow.
The No Life King vs. The Humanoid Typhoon
The scorching sun burned the back of my neck, despite the long collar of my coat and the tip of my long hat. The dessert was an uncomfortable place to be, I had never liked it, in all my 55 years of life.
My men and I, the last reaming members of the Eye of Michael, had been walking for 8 hours straight now, in all that time we had seen nothing but sand, perhaps our Intel had been wrong, there was no sign of a ship around here.
We had heard about a small transport that had landed here during the great fall, the message said there was an invaluable weapon there capable of bringing the world government to their knees, its a shame master Knives was no longer around, he would have rewarded us all.
Ever since that man, Vash the Stampede, the one called the humanoid typhoon took him away, our illustrious group was reduced to mere mercenaries, taking any job we could find to survive, but all that was about to change.
"Boss, I see it, it over there."
Sure enough, a small but clear gleam of light, reflecting on the polished surface of the ship. We ran towards it, celebrating as we got nearer.
The ship was old indeed, it was some kind of emergency transport, the door was lock and buried in the sand but we managed to open easily enough. There wasn't much room inside, must was covered with old boxes and crates.
I opened the closest one; all that was inside were a couple of books, nothing special. The next one had some old clothes, the third turned out to be more interesting, there were two smaller boxes inside, each one contained an enormous gun, one was pure black, with the words Jesus Christ is in Heaven Now, the other one was silver and only had the name of the manufactures, some company named Hellsing Arms Corps both appeared to be a thirteen millimeters beauty.
"Hey I found something over here, boss you've better come and take a look at this."
"What the hell." The expression escaped me, a huge black coffin, unadorned and somehow well kept, was just lying there.
"I think this is some sort of funerary transport, everything here must be this guys belongings, but why the hell did they want to transport a corpse to the new Earth."
"Doesn't matter, there nothing here, where is the goddamned weapon we were
promised, why would I want a dead body, huh, when I find the asshole who gave the call, I'm going to rip his head off." I said angrily, this was just too much
"We should leave, it's going to get dark soon, it's not good to travel the dessert at night." I agreed, there's no reason to worry, as soon as we get back to December, I'm going to find that son of bitch and blow his head off.
Then I heard it, all of us did. A dim almost silent laugh, it began growing more and more audibly. It was sickly sweet laugh. The source was not visible, but it was clear that we had a visitor.
"I think it came from here." Said one of my men, he stood next to the coffin; he placed his ear against its wooden top. I noticed then for the first time a sort of swirling in the blackness of the coffin, as if it were moving.
¨Get away from that thing you fool." Too late, that thing swallowed him whole, I didn't understand how, I couldn't even believe it, I grabbed my weapon desperately and began shooting at it, it didn't deem to had any effect but I continued to fire nevertheless, the rest of my men followed almost instantly.
Even as we fired, the darkness began taking a form, the hole our bullets made closed almost immediately as if they never happened.
A man emerged from that nest of shadows, with long raven hair, untamed but elegantly so, plus bright red eyes, something I had ever seen before, and a strange red overcoat on top of a dark suit and long brown boats. His appearance was feral and his style outdated, but he scared me, it was an automatic feeling, as if I somehow knew beyond any doubt, that this man was going to murder me.
Our bullets soon ran out, I keep pulling the trigger unconsciously, the man chuckled amused and raised a gloved hand, a strange drawing was there, some kind of pentagram with arcane runes and symbols.
The drawing glowed bright crimson all of a sudden, and the guns I had found previously flew to him, straight to his hands. He contemplated us for a moment, before firing.
It was all over in a few seconds, we all tried to escape but it was hopeless, his guns killed all in one shot. In the end only I remained, cowering fearfully against the wall, he approached me slowly, smiling as he did.
"Tell me, what year is this?" his voice was deep and husky, his crimson eyes into mine as he asked.
"Don't want tell me, that's okay, there are other ways of knowing," he grabbed my face and lifted me into the air, "more painful ways." The next thing I felt was pure pain, he bit me in the neck, sucking the blood, everything went dark after that.
Ahh the pleasure, the taste, it had been quite a while since the last time I fed, according o the man's memories it had almost a millennia, which was quiet a sleep.
The recollections in the blood came into my mind, they slowly showed everything I had missed, the decadence of humanity on the Earth, the project seed, the great fall, the planet Gunsmoke, and…hmm, well this was interesting, Vash the Stampede.
A legendary gunman with quite a bounty on his head, who had destroyed a group of killers called the Gung ho Guns, and stopped some sort of plant monster called Knives.
How interesting, that man would certainly make a fine opponent, the very thought of fighting him began to excite me.
"You can come out, o know you're there."
A man stepped in the shadows of the ship, he was dressed mostly in black, shoes, pants, shirt and vest, even his hair was black and tied neatly in a tight ponytail. He had a monocle on his left eye, and grin on his face, as he offered a fingerless gloved hand.
"Alucard, it's been a while." He said shaking my hand firmly.
"It's good to see you again, Angel of Death." I said returning the shake and embracing him warmly. There wasn't an amount of time that could break our friendship; after all we had endured tighter, all the fights, all the wars. Our bond was greater than any.