Ich Will
Chapter One
A/N: Hello, everyone! This is basically my second story with a screwed up plot that I'm betting all my money that people are going to totally hate. Where I got this idea was from a few stories similar to my own, but sadly the authors (or authoresses) never updated them past the third or fourth chapter. So I decided to put things into my own hands and make my own version which I thought up during the time I was supposed to be using responsibly in Health, but decided to spend my time in La-La Land (dream world, I guess). Before I stop writing this annoyingly long author note, the title of the story is German meaning "I Want"; based on a song by Rammstein (an awesome German singing group). But now, after reading up to volume seven of the Hellsing manga…I realize putting this story under a German name is a very, very, very bad idea…
Disclaimer: Only going to post this once, so listen up…err…read up…err…screw it! I DON'T OWN HELLSING, PERIOD!
"Kill him!" someone with a deep, male voice screamed among oncoming sound of feet thudding on the ground. There was no choice for the thirteen year old, but to hide. He rushed quickly into his room. Bolting the door tightly, thus pushing his dresser in front of the access point for both barricading the door and to level him up near the ceiling.
Standing on top of the dresser, he rapidity hit the door of the above ventilation door with the palm of his hands. There was no hope to open the door to the airing this way. Deciding against his earlier idea of pounding through the medium sized door, he hastily clambered down off of the dresser and onto the ground to under his bed.
Under the bed was a small shoe box with a Nike symbol in the middle and a few orange stripes to the side. Among those was the lid to open it. That he did and found exactly what he was looking for. A screw driver. He had gone through the aeration before; therefore he was always prepared for assassination attempts. But from his Uncle…that was unacceptable and will not be tolerated once he got his hands on a few choice weapons.
A pound, a twist of the handle, and finally the shoving on the door signaled that time was running out rapidly for the newly orphaned child.
The dresser against the door gave a violent shudder as if it was alive and the door knob was being twisted more than just a few times now.
He ascended the dresser faster by opening up one of the drawers, stepping on some neatly folded shirts in progress of mounting the furniture. He didn't know whether he was crying or if it was just perspiration slowly sliding down the sides of his face, wetting down his black, glossy hair.
Already half-way through with unscrewing all four of the tightly latched screws, the drawer he stood on tilted again when another person slammed into it. After a small cry emitted from the very back of his throat, the door to the ventilation gave way. It fell into his expecting hands and he eagerly hoisted himself into the shaft way, replacing the door shortly after.
He gasped in quick intakes of air, calming his racing heart the best he could. Moments after, he used the sleeve of his white school uniform to wipe away his hair and the sweat that bedded itself beside his mouth and brows.
Making sure the ventilation door would stay shut for at least a short amount of time; he headed off down the shaft in a hurried way. At the pace he was going at, he would probably reach the secret library hidden deep within Hellsing's walls and find an exit somewhere from there. Or he could make his way down to the lower levels, the dungeons. Mostly used for storage except for one cell.
He closed his bright blue eyes, biting his lower lip. His father had only died three days ago and his bastard of an Uncle was already trying to convince the Queen (and the Order of Religious Knights) that his old man was a senile fool who was delusional when he laid down the ground rules of when he was supposed to take charge.
Sir Alucard Winbrook Gatair Hellsing. A Knight whom carries the righteous sword and shield to defend God, his Country, and it's Queen.
…Who was his old man kidding? Him? A Knight? Of one of the oldest vampire hunting agencies?
'There's no time for negative thoughts, Alucard!' His mind screamed at him. Instantly, a memory came to him.
He was on his knees with his hands enfolded within larger hands on a man's lap. Curiosity glistened in his blue orbs as the man with the gray hair and goatee talked to him.
"Son, as you probably know, I'm not going to live forever," Alucard stiffened, "And I'm not planning on it either." The old man confirmed with a small sigh and a hearty smile directed at his son.
"Don't say that, Papa!" he shouted, clenching his fists within his Father's.
The smile stayed, but the old man ignored his son, "Don't be foolish, Alucard." His eyes, similar to his son's, showed signs of weariness and urge for a deep sleep, "When I'm gone, which I'm sure won't be far from now, you will face many trials. Some may be fatal to you; others will be fatal to others. Either one, you will need aid from Hellsing's trump card."
He looked up with wonder at his father's face, the curiosity growing larger, "Hellsing's trump card?"
His father nodded, "It will be deep within the lower levels of the manor, the dungeons. No matter what you think, my son, you must trust her with you life." His hands loosened around Alucard's. He patted the boy's head full of unruly black hair and eased himself down to spend the rest of the night in a peaceful sleep.
"He went through the bloody ventilations!"
"Can he even fit through there?"
"I don't care you if you have to go in there yourselves! JUST FIND HIM!" Came his Uncle's enraged scream. Following that were a few stutters and the screeching of metal. Next were the frustrated yells from an adult body not being able to fit inside the small air way.
Alucard crawled faster, even though he knew he had plenty of time from the advantage of his small size. Again, the memory of his father struck him, along with his ideas. 'That's right, the dungeon. I must go to the dungeon!'
It had happened all so quickly, that he couldn't comprehend it all. The floor boards he was crawling on had suddenly raised upward. The make-shift ground below him trembled. A strong male hand latched tightly onto his booted foot shook with the tremble, making him gasp deeply. Falling through the air shaft, having the grown man miss his fall, and then being surrounded by more of Richard's goons; Alucard was left breathless and feeling a deep sense of treachery.
The man, who had fallen beneath Alucard once the air shaft had collapsed, quickly stood up to join the crowd of Richard's men. He too slowly got to his feet a glare masking any fear he was feeling.
Richard let out a shrill laugh stepping towards him, echoes of his steps following shortly after. The room was deathly silent, besides a few guns being loaded and the occasional mumble.
Blood leaked down slowly from Alucard's gaping mouth. His treacherous Uncle's hand still lifted inches away from his face before it slowly withdrew back to his side. Alucard had shock written all over his face. Richard had slapped him with one of his foul hands.
"HELLSING IS MINE!" came his Uncle's sudden, crisp scream. "IT'S MINE!"
He drew out a small hand held gun. Alucard backed away at the sound of the safety being disengaged, loaded, and Richard's continuous rambling of Hellsing's new owner.
Everything was completely silent then. Confusion etched out on all of the men's and Richard's faces. He stopped backing away, fearfully worried about what had stopped Richard's advance (and his rambling). A chill spread down his spine then up again, stopping at his neck.
An almost soothing whisper filled the dense air, but the words were incoherent. Something solid yet wet soaked into the top half of his uniform. Whatever the liquid was touched his back and bled slowly downward. Startled he spun around to hear the grasps of the men and Richard. But he paid them no mind. What held his gaze strong was a door, the dungeon door and all around it was an imprinted star pentagram.
From the powerful stench coming from the door made a small alarm go off in his head. It was the smell of blood and decay.
Slowly his forefinger lifted to touch the blood markings. The blood was dry, yet smooth. Not the dried out type that turned to dust if you touched it. Raising his finger to his face, there was no smear markings on the digit.
Swiftly he turned around to face Richard with a glower on his face, "What type of sorcery do you cast upon this door?" The tone in his voice left a few of the men stuttering and Richard glaring right back at him.
"Boy, it is I who should be asking the same of you!" He snapped back impatiently, but a tingle of fear reverberated off of him.
Alucard was terrified. Hellsing's were supposed to be strong and retaliate when the children of darkness struck. But both Richard and he were Hellsing's. The only difference was, Richard had his own personal army and Alucard had only Seras, who was currently settling some difficulties in Brazil. And the only sign of a childe of darkness was on the door in front of him.
"What could this matter of black magic belong to?" Alucard found himself saying aloud. Though, nobody had heard him.
Richard scoffed, "No matter of black magic could save your death today, boy!" He sneered, aiming his gun at his forehead, "Hell is waiting for you."
That's where he was wrong.
The door just inches away from Alucard leaked out an eerie black mist that wrapped itself around his body, nearly making him invisible. The mysterious substance caressed his cheek making him feel suddenly very exposed.
He shuddered. The mist gathered itself up before him and seemed to press an unheard question upon the young Hellsing boy.
But it wasn't unheard, that question. Not to Alucard's ears. "It's you." He mumbled slowly, almost drowsily. It seemed as if two Richard's stood before him. "You're…the one Papa told me about."
He stumbled back to rest upon the dungeon door from comfort, this time no blood seeped through his shirt to touch him.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" Richard roared, snapping him out of his dream like state.
One of the men amid the rest was choking. A partner besides him told him to cease, but it was only defied by a splatter on the ground. Everyone was startled, even Richard. The mist before Alucard had dispersed. Followed by the splatter was a thud.
The man had died in a puddle of his own blood.
There was a scream and another man fell to his death. Three more after that. Scared, the rest of Richard's men ran back to the first floor of the manor, hopes of escape all in their minds.
"ST-STOP THIS SORCERY!" Richard stuttered, noticing moments after that his men had all disappeared. "No! Cowards! You traitors!"
Alucard was fully awake now, "Traitor? Richard, you have no clue what true treachery is! I know all about your vile plots, Uncle! My Father's death, killing me, taking over Hellsing!" Enraged, he slammed his hand on the dungeon door.
Richard's fear was replaced with his own anger, "Shut up! SHUT UP! My brother was always favored by Father! I was always left out in whatever plans our old man had for Hellsing's future! One would think the runt would be favored, eh? No! I was always picked on, bullied, by Lionel. But it's me who wins in the end! I always win in the end, if you haven't figured that out yet. No matter what the consequences!"
Alucard was just about to move forward to meet up with Richard's posing challenge, but gun fire reverberated around them.
He gasped deeply, clutching at the wound in his shoulder. The other two shots had missed him by mere inches.
"Do you think that just because you're a kid, that I wouldn't kill you? Big surprise for you, wasn't that?" Said Richard followed by a crazed laugh.
The world was looking very grim in Alucard's eyes. Spots danced in his eyesight and the two Richard's were met up with a third. Slowly he sank to his knees, holding tightly at his severely wounded shoulder. His mouth was open and he was dimly aware of the saliva dripping down but yet he still whispered, "Help me. Please, anybody."
Richard grabbed his unruly black hair tightly in his free hand, "There's nobody here beside you, me and the ghost of Lionel, boy. You're going to die alone, you stupid orphan."
He threw him to the side and stalked away in a shaky manner.
"Please…Seras …Father…God…" he went on, the world was dimming and the pain had increased.
'You don't want to die tonight, do you?'
"Die? Now? No…way," he coughed slightly, struggling to at least rest upon his knees instead of the pitiful crumpled form he took now.
'Open the door. Open it and everything you've ever desired will come true…'
"Everything? …That's…a lot…," it even hurt to breathe now.
Richard had stopped walking and turned around. Alucard struggled to latch his hand upon the door. His Uncle had instantly screamed for him to stop and was running around back to him.
'I am your tool. You are the handy man. Use me to my full potential and I shall fix everything. I am a solider. You are my commander. Use me well in battle and you shall gain power. I am your slave and you are my master. And with me, you will be glorious.'
"Glorious…" he repeated, his hand bloodied from clutching his solider, but it didn't stop him from twisting the knob upon the dungeon door.
'Yeeessss…and to gain all of this, you must offer me a simple portion of you blood. That is all that I require from you.'
Alucard almost stopped himself from opening the door at that, but he went on and the door opened slightly. Moments later, he was flung to the side by his Uncle's hurried figure to shut the door.
No matter how hard Richard tried to close the door, did not matter. A strange invisible being seemed to hold it open.
Richard uttered a cry of surprise when a sudden gust swept him off his feet and flat onto his back. Alucard, by now, was only dimly awake and praying that whoever offered him its slavery would come to his aid soon.
'Come to me.'
That sentence told him all that he needed to do. Slowly, dragging himself across the ground leaving large bloody trails, Alucard crawled down the three steps to the lower level of the dungeon room.
It took him a few minutes to get his eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room, but once they did, he saw a bound corpse tied down to the ground and wall. It had long, dusty, black hair with the exceedingly tight bondage wrapped around its wrinkled body.
'Your shoulder has been wounded. There is no need for you to create a new opening in a blood vessel to feed me. Just come closer and I shall do rest. Then you may rest easy…'
Every ounce of energy Alucard had, he used to crawl closer to the fearful corpse. As he got closer, he noticed a scramble of feet and Richard was back up again.
"What is that thing?" He tried to enter the basement, but the invisible being had blocked him yet again. Frustrated, he drew out his gun and loaded what bullets he had left into the man made creation.
Alucard was only inches away from the corpse, when he could not move any farther. Collapsing fully onto the ground, breathing heavily into the dusty room, and blood mixed with sweat seeping down to the ground. This was it for him. No matter what was offered to him, could get him to move any farther.
It would seem as if the corpse had taken notice of his failure.
It was vibrating viciously and in mere seconds, the ties binding it the wall and ground had snapped. It fell forward, resting its head against his shoulder. And at that moment, Richard had finally shoved in with shaky hands a bullet and fired it.
To Be Continued…