Disclaimer: I so do not own Hellsing, it belongs to Kouta Hirano.
Heart of the Hunter
Fear has no place within the heart of the Hunter.
She feels no fear, she has little reason to. She is a creature of the night, one that appears in only the darkest nightmares. The hunter is the one who creates the fear. She creates it, and let's it become so very alive. The heart beating at its maximum pace is operatic music to her ears, and the scent of boiling, pumping blood is intoxicating. Like any predator, she's pushed on by the smells and sounds of fear, and so she hunts only to kill the prey and end the fear. But she keeps vivid memories of every unique fear she's ever come across.
Though, one has to wonder; what happens when the hunter becomes the hunted? How does it feel the then upper-hand is no longer hers?
When the hunter is suddenly the prey, the game of cat and mouse becomes a whole lot different. The once fearless heart feels fear for the first time as she is the one stalked and cornered. The dead organ that so rarely feels anything inside her chest shakes and trembles despite the fact it no longer beats. That fact alone terrifies her. She should not feel like this. Fear should not exist within her. But it does.
It's strong enough to make her cry, and it tells her all of the right things at the wrong time. It begs her to retreat when she is cornered, makes her long for it to stop when she knows there is no other means than death. Be it hers or his, death is the only solution to the problem and she knows it. And as she tries to make one last stand against the Devil, the shaking of her heart tells her that was the wrong move. But it's too late to back down now; he has her within his grasp.
He will kill her. She knows this.
As the gun pierces her chest she lets out a strangled cry of pain. No. This is all wrong. She should not feel pain either. She keeps crying; the tears just won't stop. This Devil scares her that much and, as she watches him lick her blood up off of the floor, she feels her heart shake even more. No! Not like this! She cannot die like this! She was trained for better, as a fearless, coldhearted Huntress. She cannot die as another's weak and fallen prey.
But she will and she is.
He is slowly killing her and she knows he's enjoying it. He's savoring her undead blood and he wants more. She swears the fear is growing as the Devil rises up and opens his mouth. He's going to pull, tear, out her soul and devour her body; she knows the ways of the Devil and expects nothing less.
She braces herself as he lowers his mouth towards her neck. She cannot stop him; too scared and too weak to even try. She goes over everything she's ever told herself as her demise comes towards her at an agonizing slow pace.
Fear has no place within the heart of the Hunter. She would be the first to tell you that it's true. The Hunter is supposed to be strong and fearless. But she is not the Hunter anymore. She has become the game, the prey. She has become weak and the upper-hand has been handed over to him. No. It's all wrong. It's all gone to Hell. Her show is coming to a close and it wasn't supposed to end like this.
His fangs pierce her neck and her eyes close. She is not accepting her failure but she does give death a small piece of her gratitude. The fear is subsiding as he takes her very being into his own. The trembling of her heart stops and the blackness beyond her eyes seems to suddenly be endless. So this is it, this endless darkness, this blackness that is his soul.
In this place the fear does not exist. She feels herself numbing as she realizes this. This wretched and evil endless darkness, this soul she's trapped and enslaved within, is the true heart of a Hunter.
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