DISCLAMER: I do not claim ownership of any copyrighted material in this and I'm sorry if it makes catholic people mad, but I was catholic and as a matter of fact, the church in the beginning of the episode is the one in which I was baptized, 31st street between 7th and 8th avenues. I just used it 'cause it's near Penn station in NYC and fits with the conflicts in Hellsing. Also, a note, all of the places in NYC except Laura's apartment actually exist.
WARNING: This has absolutely NO relation to the plot of the actual show of which I've only seen the first 6 episodes. So, excuse me if I know absolutely shit about the details in later episodes.
ON TO THE STORY!!! (forgive me fairygurl)
Episode 1: End of Innocence
The moon glared down at Alexander Elbereth, casting the light of the untamed sun earthward into his brown eyes. The eyes stared up at the sky, looking for stars, but soon found that they were lost in the opaque, brownish haze that covered the little gray island of Manhattan at midnight. In Cairo, upstate, the stars were innumerable and bright, spanning the entire violet sky that sheltered the Catskill Mountains. He had only been in New York City for one hour, and already he was realizing that it was a scary place. Little did he know that it was scarier than anything he or any of its residents could imagine to be possible.
Alex was a seventeen-year-old runaway who had fled from the certainty of an abusive home to the depth of a dangerous world of uncertainty. Who knows what horrors, what freaks of nature or otherwise, might lurk amidst the ignorant masses, caught up in the crush and crawl of daily life? Certainly not Alex, who had withdrawn his savings on this, the last day of school, and left at midnight with $650 in savings. Now he stood in front of Penn Station, wondering what to do next.
Alex walked toward the street labeled 32nd street. He decided he would walk towards that street, and down the street labeled 8th avenue until he could find an adequate place to sleep. As he walked, Alex felt tired and looked at his watch, it was 2:30 in the morning. That would explain why nobody's around, he thought. Alex crossed 31st street and looked down the block, it was dark, but he could barely make out a dark heap of gothic architecture, with a sign attached to it, saying "Franciscan Friars Monastery". A catholic church! Alex thought, No, even better! A monastery! They'll be sure to give me a place to sleep here! Alex nearly fainted with happiness.
Walking up the steps to the monastery doors, Andy noticed a drop of something red on the first step. Blood. Another drip fell on top of it. Andy looked across the stream of blood that was dripping to a giant puddle of blood that lay in the shadows where Andy hadn't noticed it. In the middle of that puddle lay the body of a woman, possibly in her middle-to-late thirties, with several holes in it in the shape of large knives. She had brown hair and eyes and a motherly appearance… the appearance of a loving mother Alex never had.
"Oh my god," Andy said aloud, queasy, "Who did this to you?"
The woman shook her head weakly, and said in the forced voice of a dying breath, "Not important. I have a… a burden I would like you to… carry in the name of my now dead family."
"What kind of burden?"
"One errand… and the legacy of an… ancient ancestry. Will you take it?"
Alex was now noticing some strange features on this woman, namely two elongated teeth and oddly discolored eyes. Alex gasped at what he realized lay dying before him.
The woman was a vampire.
"I know this is… a lot to ask… of a stranger, but…" the woman took a quivering breath and said, "A teenager walking around at 2AM must not have much to lose… please… from the bottom of my heart… you must accept this gift, this curse… so that my death will not be in vain."
"Okay." Alex leaned forward, and asked, "Will this hurt?"
"Only if you want it to." She said, and sank her teeth into Alex's jugular vein.
Instantly, Alex began to feel waves of pleasure flowing through his body. He forgot about the aching of his joints and the slow numbing of his body. Will I die? Alex cared no longer. He wanted only to gurgle sweet nothings into the woman's ear, but he could only groan with a single faint breath. He wanted to wrap his arms around her, but he couldn't move his limbs. Alex could only sink into oblivious unconsciousness as his body began to change…
* * * * *
Alex was not dead. He could open his eyes and see the woman's barely living face. He could feel pins and needles prickling every muscle in his body. He could hear cars passing by infrequently. Alex unsteadily sat up, leaning on the church doors. Alex looked at the vampiress' face. He knew that he was now connected to her somehow… she was his master. His watch said that it was 2:50, nearly an hour had passed while Alex was unconscious.
"Alex…" whispered the dying woman in his brain, "You must find the envelope wrapped in parchment in my purse. You may read the paper but do not open the envelope."
Alex looked through the woman's purse and withdrew the letter wrapped in notebook paper.
"Alex," she spoke telepathically, "thank you for giving up your humanity to carry on the Cherriworth legacy. From now on your name is Alex Cherriworth-Elbereth. I can now safely leave this world. Thank you…"
With that, the woman turned into a pile of dust, and blew away into a wind that blew through all living things, but did not rustle the leaves of the trees. My master is dead now…I am free again, but I shall never forget her. Alex unfolded the ancient-looking piece of parchment, and read it.
London, June 15, 1674Dear reader,
If you are reading this piece of paper it means that I, Adriana Bella Cherriworth, am dead, and have made you a vampire to carry on our family name. It is most likely that the Iscariot branch of the Vatican has finally hunted me down and murdered me. You must avoid the Catholics and any other Catholic institution, even if you were once one of them, and for that matter, trust no religious institution except possibly the Anglican Church, but even some of them are against us.
Stay away from mortal institutions altogether with the exception of one…the Hellsing family. They are devoted to destroying rampant vampires to protect the innocent, and protecting righteous vampires. If there is a letter attached to this letter, it is for them. DO NOT READ IT. Take it to them. Even if you are reading this in an American colony, or an Indian colony, in the year1774 or 2674 or 950,271,674, you mustn't worry, the Hellsings WILL be around!!
As a vampire, you are endowed by (God? Satan? A strange deformity?) with special powers, such as superhuman strength, agility and stamina, night vision, and later on the ability to control minds and change yourself into terrifying forms. You are also immortal, and can regenerate your body parts. You need not fear any blade or bullet except silver. Even silver forks, knives, or spoons or silver rings. Silver will injure you seriously. When you feed, don't feed on innocent people. Make sure you find someone in the process of some evil act. These occur more often than you might imagine, and they will be easier to find because you can sense these things. Don't worry if you can't find anything to drink, you can stay alive for a few days until you begin to get weak. If you make a bad name for yourself, the Hellsings will not take you under their wing.
No matter how you live your life, you must first deliver the message if there is one.
Thank you eternally,
Adriana Bella Cherriworth
This woman's been around for at least 430 years!! Alex thought, How long will I live? Alex shrugged and set off on his quest to find these Hellsing people. As he walked toward Eighth Avenue, he thought of a plan of action to accomplish his mission. First, Alex would leave for London, England as soon as possible. No, that would be second, he thought, as he turned on to eighth avenue, First I need to eat…I mean drink. Now where am I going to find guilty blood? Alex stayed attentive until he reached 28th, when he was alerted to some movement in a large indented area in a huge building with a sign that said "FASHION INSTITUTE OF TECHNOLOGY" Alex moved closer and used his night vision to see a man dressed in black mugging a woman with a handgun.
Something clicked within Alex. He knew what to do. He became a different person.
"Excuse me," he said "what are you doing?"
"I'm muggin' this bitch!" screamed the mugger "Now get the fuck outta here or I'll blow her ass to hell."
"Just go!" said the girl
"Are you dishonorable enough to shoot a woman?" Alex responded calmly, his red eyes glowing. "Why not shoot me if you're going to shoot someone?"
"Who the hell ARE YOU?" he said, aiming and firing half a clip into Alex' chest as the girl screamed. Three bullets out of five went straight through him and out the other end.
Alex grinned as he let himself sink to the floor, landing face down.
Blood gushed out of the wounds, deepening Alex's hunger.
"Ohmigod, you shot him!" she shouted.
"Damn right I did, and I'll shoot you too if you don't shut the fuck up!"
"How could you kill somebody like that?"
Alex slowly began to rise.
"Damn it, bitch, you want me to rape you too?"
"Oh, Christ what did I do to…deserve… this…" said the girl, her voice trailing off as she saw Alex get to his feet.
Alex chuckled, reaching into the two wounds where the bullet had halted in his chest and pulling out both bullets without flinching. "Are these supposed to mean anything to me?"
The five wounds healed instantaneously.
"How did he do that?" said the girl.
"Shut the fuck up blabber mouthed bitch!" the mugger withdrew a knife with a ten inch blade with his left hand and screamed, "I have no idea what the fuck you are but you are going to DIE BITCH!!!!" and threw the knife with surprising accuracy, hitting Alex in the neck, missing the jugular.
Alex pretended to stagger back and grimace. "Ooh, ahh," he said sarcastically, "I'm so fucking HURT," ripping the knife from his neck, which healed.
The mugger dropped the gun from his hand and let the girl go. "Motherfucker…" said he.
The girl stumbled out of Alex's way.
Alex licked his blood off the blade, and said, "Now it's my turn." He held the knife in throwing position.
"NO!" said the mugger, shielding his face.
Alex threw the knife… behind him into the street. "You know, cutting you open and gutting you like the fucking pig you are would be classified as a waste of fine blood." He walked toward the cowering victim, and grinned like a psycho on crack.
"No! Please! Don't!" begged the mugger as Alex walked towards him.
"No, please, don't!" Alex mocked, "After you shot me five times and almost beheaded me, you expect pity from me?" He laughed.
He grabbed the mugger by the neck, and sank in his teeth. He drained every last drop of his victim's blood as the young blonde stood in the corner quivering. "Ohmigod." she ceaselessly repeated.
"Mmm, mmm." Alex said as he dropped his victim to the floor. His eyes returned to normal red. "What have I done?" he said.
"You just drank that man's blood!"
"Oh, man," Alex said, "I can't believe I did that!" he tasted blood.
"But still," she said, "you saved my life." Her hazel eyes locked into Alex's. "You're my hero."
"I am?" Alex said staring at his bloodied hands, "I am… I'm your hero." He smiled.
"Come with me." She said, "We can crash at my place."
* * * * *
Alex lay on the girl's bed. Her name was Laura and though she was a two years older than him, she was also very thankful. There she stood, decked out in black lingerie. She walked towards Alex slowly, and put her hand on him. She leaned down and kissed him. Alex's instinct was to go for her neck and suck her blood right there but he couldn't. Alex had thought all his life that loosing his virginity would be fun, and though it was one of the best moments of Alex's life, it could have been much better if he had allowed his teeth to sink into that perfect, delicious neck…