Alucard X Reader: Ghost Assassin Ch.1
Violence, swearing, blood, Vampires and Ghouls. That is for now…
I peer from my hiding place on the roof. Down in the plaza was a horde of zombie like ghouls. They moved in slow choppy movements. A cry rang out in the large plaza, making every ghouls head turn in its origins direction. A young boy of about six had stood up from his hiding spot, fear paralyzing him. His back against the wall he cries, fearful and scared. I pull out my .50 caliber Magnums and begin pumping hollow point bullets into the ghouls. I aim at their hearts and heads, they fall five at a time. When I run out of bullets in one Mag I put it away and grab another. The plaza is bathed in red, red blood. Blood splattered me, I felt joy, one of the few times I can. I felt like laughing. I hurry to the other side of the plaza as soon as I can, but I'm too late. The boy's been bitten, and he's been turned in to a ghoul, so he must have been raped, for only virgins can be turned into a vampire. He turns his pale face toward me, his dull eyes meeting my own (F/C) orbs. I'm an assassin, but I have rules. One is to NEVER kill children in cold blood, but he's already dead. I'm just putting him out of his undead misery. It still saddens me, having to kill a child. I lift my magnum to the boy's head.
"I'm sorry." I whisper, pulling the trigger, and splattering his brains and blood all over the wall. A single tear escapes my eye and runs down my cheek, finally cascading to the bloodied concrete. I close my eyes and feel a roaring rage build up inside me. I open my eyes in a flash and my (F/C) orbs have turned blood red.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Alucard's P.O.V. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I was sent by my master to a local plaza in Crawley. There had been an outbreak of ghouls, but my job seems to have been done for me, and I can't tell who. I see the bloodied plaza and a mystery girl holding a Magnum to a young boy turned ghoul's head. I don't think she could have been more than twenty-two. Her (L/H) (F/C) locks blow in the wind, and her bright (F/C) eyes sparkle in the sunlight. Her outfit consisted of a black crop top, loose black cargo pants, black military issue combat boots, and a black and red trench coat. A Black fedora (like Indiana Jones' only black) adorned her head and completed the look. Her expression is one of sadness. The ghoul is ready to bite her, and for a moment I don't think she'll shoot.
"I'm sorry." She whispers, a single tear falls from her eyes, crocodile tears, then she pulls the trigger. The ghoul's brains and blood splatter on the wall behind him, creating a lovely pattern. She holsters her weapon and throws her head back, eyes closed, she raises her hands to the sky. Her hands fly to her face and she doubles over, almost as if in pain. Her right hand falls to her side and her body shakes. She's laughing. She opens her eyes and they are no longer (F/C), they've turned red, blood red. She screams at the sky. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! COME OUT AND FACE ME YOU MOTHER FUCKER! COME OUT AND FEEL A MOTHER'S WRATH, HER FURY! COME OUT AND I'LL SHOW YOU HELL!"
Who is she talking to? Not me, she doesn't know I'm here, at least, I don't think she does. Perhaps she's talking to the vampire who these ghouls belong to. Yes, that must be it. A shadow moves across the plaza to her. Her back is to the vampire. I wait to see what she does. She smiles. She fucking smiles. God, is this woman perfect? She laughs some more. Yes, she's absolutely perfect.
"So you know I'm here." The vampire begins, "And you are no mother, you are a virgin." Will this get any better? She laughs at the vampire's absurdity.
"A virgin I may be, but even a virgin will know the base instincts of a mother or a father, the same applies for a brother or sister. I have raised many, so to say I am not a mother is to lie to the Ghost." She replies her voice is so pure, so demonic and yet angelic. I think I've found my No Life Queen. She turns on her heel quickly and slashes him with a double sided throwing knife. His screeches and jumps backwards. She follows. A knife grabbed from her boot buries itself in his chest. Several shirikens gouge his body also. She fights in hand to hand combat with him, combat and hunting knives in each hand. Finally she hits a fatal blow with her Holy watered silver knife, turning the vampire to dust. She pants. A gash on her leg and side weeps blood, sending a delightful smell up my nostrils. I decide to make myself known. I appear behind her. She turns, eyes blazing with a fury and hate that would make any normal man quake in his boots. She gets in a fighting position, two throwing knives in her hands. I chuckle. She growls.
"Now Miss I won't hurt you. I applaud you on your victory over the vampire and his ghouls." I tell her, my curiosity peaked.
"You Sir Integra Hellsing?" She asks, a growl in her voice that she tried to burry. She got out of the fighting position, but still tense. I chuckle some more, I have too.
"No, that would be my master. I am Alucard." I tell her, hoping she'll tell me her name. I had tried to read her mind, but surprisingly, I was blocked out.
"I am Ghost, the assassin. Now, you'll take me to Sir Hellsing. I need to collect my payment." She says. Her skin is paler, covered in sweat and blood. Her eyelids droop and she sways on her feet like a drunkard. Her eyes roll back in her skull and her body goes crashing backwards. I quickly catch her before she hits the ground. I could bite her, but she isn't in danger of dying, her bodies just too tired. I pick up her weapons from the vampire's ashes and tuck them away. I grin to myself, having her around will prove to be interesting. I phase to the organization, the sun beating down on us.