Hi everyone, thanks for clicking on this fic –dodges from tomatoes- yes I know I have abandoned several fics and my profile says I'm retired and I am, I wrote Oh My Alucard 5 years ago (HOLY HELL THAT WAS A LONG TIME AGO) and I also have Oh My Alucard 2 to write...Life took its toll on me and I found myself being unable to find the time to write or think about the story...but I can't seem to not write; it's like an itch that must be scratched at some point, and I figured I needed something new, so here is a story about the Captain.
He's one of the most interesting characters in the series. You all know this anyway - He may have committed heinous crimes in the past, but he doesn't seem to believe in Millennium's ideology, it's like he doesn't even want to be there or he is there for a different reason (to find someone worthy of killing him). He is also seen to be chivalrous and noble than his peers. He shows Integra the way to the Major, he shoots Heinkel then throws her a medkit, and he gives Seras a silver tooth to kill him. This is not a story about any of that, but a story about the events after OVA10, if he survived, therefore this story is AU.
The OC's probably a Mary Sue considering what happens, but there is a reason why it happens and at the moment she's still under development.
Hope you enjoy ~
Prologue
In Medio Luporum
A man sat in the dirty alleyway with two stray dogs at his feet. They were feasting contentedly on dog food he'd purchased from the local grocery and he watched them silently until he heard the rumble of a car engine approaching. Soon, a pair of flashlights shone brightly through the darkness, effectively scaring the dogs away. He watched them scamper into the bins and looked up, the flashlights reflecting off his peculiar blood-red eyes.
The black car came to a slow stop beside him and he stood up. The window rolled down noisily, and a smartly-dressed man donned in an expensive-looking suit was sitting at the back seat with a cigarette in hand. He recognised the man to be Mr Alvah, the one who regularly gave him contracts. "Good evening, Mr Günsche ." He greeted him politely, "You're early as usual. I guess I'll just cut to the chase, I'm very busy this evening."
Alvah then rummaged into the pocket of his suit and presented him with a photograph.
"This girl here." He murmured, and Günsche took the photo wordlessly, studied it carefully before slowly swerving his piercing gaze to the man in the car. "...I know you don't do this line of work...but my client is a very powerful man...and he wants her dead. You don't need to know why. She's currently attending a party tonight so there's your perfect opportunity. My client doesn't care how long it takes or what you do with her, but with your reputation around these parts, he has very little concern regarding your abilities to get the job done. To ensure this isn't a problem for you, here's your first payment - "
A rather heavy bag full of money was presented to him which he slipped into his pockets.
"You are to report back immediately once the task is done." With that, the window rolled back up and he watched the car drive away, slipping into the darkness.
Leaving the alley, he walked through the streets, ignoring the drunks and the other undesirables that lurked within the area and eventually arrived at a bar where he pushed open the door and was greeted with noisy song and cheer from the drunk male patrons inside. He ignored the drunks and made his way through the throng towards the counter where the bartender greeted him.
"Good evening, Capt– I mean, Mr Günsche ." The bartender said jovially, "Back from a hunt, I presume?"
He did not reply except return the bartender's stare with a challenging, blank stare of his own as he stopped at the counter.
"Oh, I almost forgot – " The bartender grabbed something underneath the counter and plopped it onto the surface; it was a fat, bulging bag of cash. "Here, this is payment from the last client. Take it. It's yours."
And he would take the money wordlessly, slipping it into his pocket along with the other bag of cash he received earlier. It's very different now, knowing that Millennium is no longer around.
"By the way, Mr Robb's waiting for you in the back."
He nodded and left the bar scene immediately and made his way to a storeroom which had been converted into a meeting room of all sorts, although all they could fit in was a small desk and two chairs facing each other. Once he arrived, he opened the door and there was the man named Robb seated on one of the chairs; he was a scruffy-looking man, dressed in overalls and with a brown cap atop his head.
"Hans, it's good to see you."
He took the spare seat wordlessly and sat down.
Robb took out a photograph and showed him it; immediately he noticed it was the exact same photo of the one he got from Mr Alvah – it was the same girl, with the same blond hair and blue eyes who was smiling at the camera. She was circled in red marker pen. "Word around is that a hit has been ordered on her. The client wants her safe and sound. He wants us to find out who wants her dead."
Günsche took the photo and then glanced up at Robb.
"I couldn't think of anyone else to do it; you're the best out of all my men. I haven't told him yet that I've chosen you for this job, but I will soon. Don't worry, there is payment at the end of it, and it's quite a large sum." Robb said, taking a deep drag of his cigarette, "Will you take this job?"
This would be the first time Günsche had been given conflicting work. Robb was unaware of the contract he'd just received; hell, Robb didn't know anything about the other work he took, unaware of Alvah. Günsche was a mercenary, yes, and he occasionally served as a bodyguard. He never had an assassination contract, and he had never received anything like this. Not like this.
Yet he found himself nodding.
Meanwhile.
The nightclub was full of raving dance music and bright lights.
Stumbling gracelessly on her heels, Luna wobbled away from the dancefloor and joined her friends who were sitting at a private booth. "Whoo, I'm beat..." She mumbled, groaning as her head swirled and throbbed. Her belly was full of booze and feet were sore from hours of dancing, and someone nudged her on the shoulder. "What is it...?"
It was one of her friends, giggling and grinning at her. "Look, that guy's been checking you out the entire time."
"H...huh...?" Luna croaked out; she was too dizzy to even comprehend what was going on but suddenly her friend grabbed her by the sides of her head and turned her to face the direction of her so-called admirer. All she saw was a short stubby man with two women at each side. "Who? That guy over there...?"
"No, no, not him...oh, looks like he's gone. What a shame. He was so tall and dark and he wore this great big green coat. I couldn't see the rest of his face but I'm sure he was staring at you the entire time."
"Uh...okay..."
"Girl, you are so wasted. You should go home! Sheesh, you can't even stand up properly. Hey! Can we get some help over here?"
"Mmm...no way, it's still earlyyy..." Luna grumbled out, but she felt two hands lift her to her feet and she was ushered out of the club.
Luna was the daughter of one of the richest men in England.
According to the Forbes list, her family had maintained a position within the ranks for twenty consecutive years. She didn't really understand the way how their family built up most of their empire and what the fruits of their labour actually were, especially after the attack on London which caused a recession for thirty years and counting, but all she knew was that their wealth, fame and fortune had been constructed by her father and grandfather who were survivors of the war, and of course, there were also her older brothers within the family who also held up the fort. Luna was the youngest and the only daughter; she didn't have to worry about the business or anything along those lines. She lived relatively bliss-free with numerous servants and bodyguards surrounding her, attending to her every whim.
And it would be the typical dark day when Luna would learn of the assassination attempt on her life.
The bouncers had carried her to her car where her chauffeur/bodyguard was waiting; he was a nice, friendly man called Finn. "Oh dear, Miss Luna, you've had too much to drink..."
"No...I'm fine...I wanna go back in there..."
Finn shook his head as she drawled and slurred, and thanked the bouncers. "Thanks, I'll take her home."
She was helped inside the car and the door slammed shut behind her. She sat up, frowning as Finn steered the car out of the carpark. Just as she tried to address him, her phone rang and she picked it up, frowning. Once she accepted the call, she could only make out garbled nonsense. It was John, one of her brothers, calling her to find out when she was coming home considering how late it was.
But then she made out:
"Bodyguard."
"Huh? What?"
There was a short sigh from the other end of the line. "I said, dad's hired a new bodyguard for you."
"Whaddya mean?" Luna slurred down the receiver, hiccuping. "Why would he –hic- do that?"
"Well, apparently this new guy's been trained for war and his name's – "
Luna didn't hear the last part, because she noticed that Finn had steered off the main road. "Wait, I'll...I'll –hic- need to talk to you later, 'kay? Byeeeee." She quickly hung up, turning to address the driver whilst hiccuping. "Hey," She said drunkenly, with her prized pedigree Chihuahua fast asleep in her luxurious designer bag, "You're going the wrong –hic- way."
Finn merely glanced at her in the rear-view mirror and chuckled. "Yes, Miss Luna, but the weather is terrible and the traffic is bad this evening, so I thought we'd take a detour."
Staring into the night and the non-stop, torrential downpour, she gave him a curt nod. "Alright, alright... fair enough. Make it quick...-hic- I feel sick..." Luna mumbled, and Finn drove them down a few twisting, turning small roads before finally arriving at the entrance of thick woodland. Confused, she rose in her seat and pressed her palms and nose against the glass of the window, "Finn, what the hell are you doing? This isn't the way home..."
Still chuckling, his face was obscured by the chauffeur's cap. "Just sit tight, Miss Luna...we're almost there...we're almost there."
He suddenly slammed his heel on the accelerator and steered the Rolls Royce down the muddy terrain, turning left and right constantly whilst Luna flopped around helplessly. She tried to get up, and tried the door handle only to find it locked and not unlocking from her side; the Chihuahua woke up, barking incessantly and growling and finally, Finn came to a stop and Luna stared through the windshield to see that he'd driven her to a clearing where she could see three masked men in black waiting for them.
She squinted her eyes, trying to make sense of the situation, until Finn stopped the car and exited the vehicle then went to her door, opening it.
"Alright, Princess, out you go."
"Hey, what are you – No! Get off me!"
When he grabbed her roughly, she tried to kick him away with her heels, the dog yapping along in time. She managed to boot him in the face a few times but he gained the upperhand when he grabbed her hair, effectively causing her to cease her struggling and he dragged her out of the car and onto the cold and wet, slushy ground where she got her new dress, shoes and bag ruined by dirt and mud. The dog stumbled out and dashed away from the car, disappearing into the trees.
"Get over here, you damn bitch." Finn snarled, before he tossed her at the feet of the three masked men. All were holding guns in hands.
Luna sobered up rather quickly considering the situation and she spat out, "You bastard! When my dad finds out, I'll have him cut off your balls and skin you alive!"
"Shut up!" Finn backhanded her harshly across the face which caused her to growl. Turning to the men, he said, "There. I've brought you their bitch daughter as promised. Where's my payment?"
Ignoring him, the men moved forwards, grabbed her and one was holding a rock in hand which was abruptly used to smash her in the kneecap, forcing a scream to erupt from her lips. Crippled and in severe pain, they dragged her further into the woods and she cried and flailed, whilst Finn attempted to follow them.
"Hey! I said, where the hell is my money?!" His answer was a bullet to the head and Luna screamed as Finn lifelessly dropped to the ground, although her screams were drowned by the rain.
Struggling against her captors, they dragged her into the woods; she couldn't see anything else but more tall trees and bushes - and they finally let go of her where she immediately limped frantically towards a random direction but with her heels and bad leg, she was quickly caught up and she was thrown to the ground. Luna hit her head against the cold earth, hard, and she was quickly turned round onto her back and there was a weight on her. Her vision swimming, she saw dark silhouettes above her and her bag was flung to the side, then she felt her jacket being pulled off her before they made a grab at her dress and the front was torn off. Drops of rain splashed her chest and she beat her fists against the man who was trying to unclothe her, albeit vainly.
"Get off me!" She yelled angrily, only for the men to laugh.
This can't be how I die! She squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head. She'd heard of these things happening in the news before – children of millionaires getting kidnapped and taken hostage... Luna struggled as viciously as she could and then –
A nozzle was abruptly pressed against the man's head and in a split second, his head was blown off. Luna's jaw dropped, as the man's body slumped over, headless. Another man immediately retaliated, but he was too slow and a bullet slammed into his gut and neck, killing him instantly.
Smoke poured out from an immensely long barrel of a gun which was being held tightly in grip by a tall, dark stranger dressed in a long, army green coat and matching cap – she didn't even know where he came from but suddenly there he was, standing there – and she scrambled backwards in fright and stared as the remaining masked man whipped out his gun with shaking hands and unleashed a hail of bullets at this strange man. The man in green responded by leaping into the air, evading the bullets with finesse and ethereal reflexes, and with a twist of his powerful body, he sent a spinning kick to the man and to her utmost horror – he kicked him in half.
Guts flew, bones snapped, blood splattered in every direction possible.
With the last of the assailants dead, the man in green landed on the ground in a low crouch on one knee, the long tails of his coat flying. Luna stared with her eyes wide in terror at the sight of the mangled bodies and then she began scrabbling away backwards using her elbows before she finally pushed herself off the ground clumsily. Although the strange man threw his glance to her from the corner of his eye, he made no further move. Instead, he watched her stand and in a bid to escape, she sprinted away from the scene as quickly as she could, still limping and with her clothes torn.
She constantly threw him panicked glances over her shoulder until she suddenly fell and yelped, having tripped over something and she promptly disappeared from his view. The woods fell silent once more. Locating her discarded bag and jacket, he picked it up and followed the direction she'd run to and found her attempting to crawl with her broken leg. If it was not treated, it would get infected and she might die.
She sensed his presence and turned round. She had a better look of him this time and the first thing she noticed was how tall he was. And his physique was massive, much bigger than the group of masked men who'd attempted to kill her. He was dark-skinned and donned in a bulky but tattered army-green overcoat that was fully buttoned with the collar upturned, shielding most of his face from view except from those two beady red eyes that were staring at her. He wore a cap over messy, short grey hair and there was a dirty brown rucksack slung over his shoulder. The gun she saw before was fixed to holsters on his thick black belt, except she now noticed he actually possessed two. Nevertheless, he was still the formidable-looking stranger.
"S-stay back!" She stammered; she found the nearest object – a small blunt rock – and feeling its weight in her hand, she added, "I've got a rock here and I'm not afraid to use it! Don't come any closer!"
The man ignored her, taking one step closer.
"I'm warning you!"
A branch snapped in half under his thick boots as he took another step.
"I warned you!" She yelled, and raising it high above her head, she threw with all her might and watched as it sailed through the air and slammed against his chest before dropping to the ground uselessly with a loud thud. He didn't flinch, which made her think that the impact of the rock connecting was almost like a cork hitting a brick wall. Most people would've avoided that but she was stunned to see that he had taken the brunt of it. Glancing away from the rock at his feet, he stepped towards her again.
"Stop!" She grabbed another rock quickly – but he continued to advance towards her. Without waiting a second later, she flung the rock at his direction once more. Again, he did not attempt to duck away or avoid altogether and she watched helplessly as the rock bounced off him. Grabbing a fistful of rocks one by one, she tossed them whilst screaming out, "Stay away! Get away from me!"
They had little effect no matter how many she threw at his direction and soon he came to a stop before her, towering over her completely that his gargantuan form cast a shadow over her. One final rock bludgeoned him on the head and his cap flopped off, exposing his mop of shaggy grey hair and a little thin stream of blood flowing down his temple. She gawked at him in horror and when he squatted down to his haunches before her, she grabbed one rock as a last resort and before she could throw it –
He grabbed her wrist in a span of a split second.
Her jaw dropped and she tried to raise her other fist only for him to grab her other wrist, too. His grip was strong, but not enough to hurt her. His fingers curled around her tiny wrists so securely that she was scared he might break her arm in half if he willed it. Stuck in his iron grip, she finally came face to face with her attacker, or saviour – and she stared into ruby red eyes.
He was handsome, she supposed, with that blunt chin and strong nose and lips, but he had a stern but relentless gaze, which was focused on her solely. Their noses almost touched, signalling their close proximity and she could see the thin, upturned line of his mouth; he had a stoic, mesmerizing frown...and coupled with his eyes, which were the curious shade of red, the dark slit of his pupils were small and sharp...it was the look of a haunted man. It frightened her to a certain degree.
For what seemed to be an eternity, they gazed at each other and it came to her realisation he seemed to be observing her, until his gaze shifted to her torn dress. She followed his gaze and gasped at how exposed she was. The strange stoic man stared at her in return with no change in facial expression, nor did he seem capable of blinking for all that mattered as she released the rock and as it dropped to the ground uselessly, he copied her action, letting go of her wrists so she could cover herself up. He didn't seem to want to hurt her, as she had believed.
Allowing her to cradle her wrists, he rose to stand and dropped something weighty at her feet. It was her bag and jacket, which made her gasp in shock. "My stuff!" She exclaimed in relief, and as she quickly donned her muddy coat, she glanced up at him again with gratitude. "Thanks!"
The man did not respond to her at all and she slowly dropped her smile.
"Um...You're...who are you?"
No response.
"Well...you stopped those bad guys who were trying to hurt me. You're good, right?"
Again, no response; all he appeared capable of was returning her stare, expressionless. Her lip wobbled slightly when she remembered that this man...even if he had saved her, he had also just kicked a man in half before her eyes and killed the others equally in cold blood... Shouldn't she alert the police?
Glancing up at him, since he hadn't spoken or made any form of noise, she blurted out, "...Can you talk?"
Once more, there was no reply, but the man suddenly turned, and pointed to the edge of the woods where the abandoned car was.
She gasped again and finally, it dawned to her. "Oh, I get it! You're that new bodyguard my brother was talking about! You must be, I mean, why else would some weird guy with massive guns be lurking around here? It all fits, duh. Here, help me up." She said, reaching for him with her arms outstretched. He took one look at her and after a short moment, he reached for her and pulled her up, only for her to flop helplessly to the ground. Blinking at herself numbly, she tried to lift herself up only to fall again. "Owwww...it's no use... my leg...uwaaghhhh...My leg really hurts..."
Studying her bloodied leg for a moment or so, the man reached for her once more and hoisted her into his arms, being mindful of her wounded leg. He was handling her pretty carefully...
Stunned by the action, she grinned up at him again. "Heeeey, you're pretty good at this. You don't need me to keep telling you what to do, unlike the others." She settled her arms around his neck and together, they made their way towards the car. "Can you really not talk?"
He did not respond, but he slid his gaze down to her.
"You can't talk? Or you don't want to?"
She was met with silence.
"Mm, well, maybe it's better that way. Serve in silence I guess." She murmured thoughtfully. "I'm Luna by the way. Thanks for saving me earlier on. And I'm sorry for throwing rocks at you. I was really scared." She nudged him as he carried her out of the woods and they had almost reached the car, "You could at least tell me what your name is."
He suddenly stopped in his tracks and she peered over, looking at him questioningly.
"What?" She said, but then she spotted the chain of a dogtag hanging out of one pocket of his rucksack and she quickly reached for it and lifted it up where the word 'Captain' was barely distinguishable. "Oh, that's right. John said you're trained for war...so you're a captain? Alright then. That's fine with me. I'll just call you 'Captain' from now on..."
AUTHOR'S NOTE
There goes the first chapter. So the actual summary is:
The Captain survived his battle with Seras and 30 years later, he has mellowed and has become a shadow of his former self; he has also abandoned his former identity to adopt the alias 'Hans Günsche', becoming a gun-for-hire and also the occasional bodyguard. One day, he receives an order to kill and protect a girl - Luna - from two different clients.
