Trying a new style of writing, I like it better than my other style. Tell me which one you guys like better and I'll make it convenient. (This way is cooler btw! #sweg #2fab4u #ihavenolife #helpme)


STELLA POV

Ouch! That was a little unexpected..., I thought to myself. This...figure that I'm going against pushes me into the brick wall again and my spine feels every inch of it. I look to my left, Ron soon goes through what I just did. He tries to get up but just falls to his knees and coughs up blood. I peel my arm off of the wall and rush over to him. His body is covered in scratches and it looks as if he's going to lose himself any moment.

"Ron!" I shout, patting his back like a child. "You okay?" Ron's my partner in crime...well, justice. We're neither heroes or villains. Just 19-year-olds bound by contract to protect the one who protected us. Ron chuckles in a nervous manner and gets back up to his feet. He looks at me and smiles widely as usual.

"Yeah, just...act like you didn't see that," he says jokingly. "Trust your weapon every once in a while."

I throw him a death glare from the side and roll my eyes. I saw his left hand over his stomach, he must really be hurt. Of course he wouldn't bring it up, you're a worrywart, my inner self throws the reminder at me. I shake my head lightly and brush off some of the remaining brick from my back. My blue flame arises and dances around in this dark alley of London. I grasp Ron's arm and crack it like a whip, making him morph into the Black Blade. I make I contact with our opponent; they're standing in the alley watching our every move.

I charge for them and when we're close enough, I try to jab it but it jumps upwards and dodges my attack. Out of nowhere, large cannon calibers come down like rain. Trying to dodge them, I trip and fall backwards. As I look up, I see Ron hovering over me, protecting me from the projectiles. I forgot, his body is immune to things like this.

"Um, get up!" he exclaims and spits on my face. "I may be used to this but it wasn't by choice! Help me out!"

I snap out of my gaze, right, get back in action! I flip backwards and grab Ron as he morphed back into his weapon form. More calibers come down and I use him in a windmill motion, ricocheting them.

Rock Cannon?, I send him the mind link of another weapon transformation.

He chuckles before replying. Rock Cannon.

I feel Ron's smooth metal in the transformation. He reaches up to my arm and immediately has his bottom touch the garbage-filled alley's ground. I aim for the opponent and blast a Rock at them. Another, another...that's enough, my inner self narrates our actions. Ron comes back to his human form and stands by my side. I look up to the dark sky to see a piece of material come our way. It hits me on my flat chest and I peel it off my skin. I inspect it with a twisted face...Hellsing?

Ron notices my face and looks over his shoulder to take a look, too. I look at him with the same face and he looks back at me...worried? For what? Our exchange of weird looks comes to an end when the mysterious opponent falls down from above.

"Hellsing...," I quietly repeat to myself as we walk over to them. We look down at him...no, her. She's...beautiful. Pale skin, round face, and short, spikey blonde hair with a pair of sky blue eyes. And...for some odd reason, she looks familiar. I clamber inside my memories to remember who she is.

Eyes wide open like a window, she gazes at me as if she knows me. Does she? Do I know her? Round face...spikey blonde hair... . Seras...?

"Seras?" I question her. "Seras Victoria?"

"Oh, my God, Stella...?" she recalls, looking apologetic as ever. I feel the guilt weigh down on me as I realize what Ron and I just did. Well, Sir Penwood's not going to be happy with this. We've just attacked a comrade, alright.

"I-I'm so highly confused right now," Ron says abruptly, "you two are so calm when you've just attacked each other. Girls are so weird... ." He slightly shakes his head and quickly stops when he sees a...shadow behind Seras. I examine the shadow and out from it came a tall, somewhat slim and muscular man with shoulder-length black hair in all red. I glance over at Ron with an eyebrow raised, he was close to shaking in fear.

Was this...Alucard that Sir Penwood always talks about? I blink thrice before spotting him pick up Seras by the collar of her yellow uniform. He looks up for a split second and commits a double take, one that was directly towards me. He lets go a slight chuckle.

"Seras," he begins, "I thought you were 'okay' with disposing these kind of people. Honestly, a teenage girl with a washboard chest and a fathead punk." Washboard chest? Who does he think he is?! He pauses to let go a sigh of unnecessary disappointment. "I guess it's never too late to continue training, and not with those human soldiers."

He sets her on her feet and takes a few steps away, but stops and looks over his shoulder at Ron and I. "I can feel your eyes on me as if you know me. Stop it, we're not comrades."

I flip one of my twintails behind me and walk towards him nervously. Why am I so nervous? I barely know him and...blah! Forget it. In a few steps, Alucard and I are close enough to each other. I'm long-legged and quite tall but he's still taller than me in a long run. His shoulders are broader than I expected and his legs are towers compared to mine. I can tell that he's shocked by my audacity to get close to him, both of his eyebrows are raised.

"I am Stella. Black Shooter 10009562 with the age of 19. That so-called 'punk weapon' back there is my partner, Ron; he's 24-years-old. We're Sir Penwood's secret weapons, just as you two are to Sir Integra Fairbrooks Wingates Hellsing."

He scoffs and rolls his eyes at me. "There goes another punk."

Sadly, I nod my head at that. "It's true," I mumble, disappointed, "but that's where we step in. You could say we're the reason why he's alive."

Alucard now chuckles to himself. I...don't understand which part of what I said was comical or entertaining. I stand in front of him, confused and trying to get in on the joke.

"Mind if I ask what's so funny?" I ask him with an eyebrow raised. He stops his laughing and unravels a devilish smile. I blush, blush?!, and quickly look down at my feet. With my arms crossed and head still down, I think about why I just blushed. What the actual fuck?

"Oh, nothing," he replies. "I just need to ask my Master a couple of things. Until then, Stella." He says my name with a soft kind of emphasis. He then walks away without Seras and fades away into the darkness of the alley.

I turn around and look at Seras. "Um, shouldn't you get going?" I ask.

She nods hard and gets up to run in his direction. I sigh and pop my back into place. Tonight has been a long night and it's time for me to get into bed. Besides, tomorrow I want to go see their graves. I promised myself to remember and, surprisingly, I did. I flip my hair once more and slap my cheeks.

"Let me guess, you like him, right?" Ron says abruptly. Jeez, he really has a thing for saying stuff at wrong times. How can I like Alucard after finally meeting him tonight?

"Shut it," I demand from Ron and he laughs loudly. I roll my eyes and put my arms behind me. "How can you even say that?"

"You flipped your hair," he says. "You always do it when you're around a guy you like."

"Ron, I do that all the time. Hell, I do it when I'm around you."

"Like I said, girls are crazy. Get your feelings together, Stel."

I have the sudden urge to slap him or crack his arm but I don't. I end up laughing out loud at his joke. "Whatever, let's just go home. Mission failed."

"Aw, come on!"


Hi. I really like this new writing style I have and I hope you guys do, too! Anyways, I'm altering the story since it was shit before.

Thanks for reading babe!

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