I do not own Hellsing, but the OC's are mine!
Prologue
He had seen her fall, blood staining her lips as she screamed his name. They had found him, taking him away… to kill him for all he's done. Her once pristine white hair was now stained pink where the solder has struck her. She was hoisted to her feet and dragged away, still screaming and struggling to get to his side. He tried to fight the strong hands that held him back, tried to reach his sister.
He never had the chance…
Her screams suddenly ceased, and there was the soft thud of a body hitting the floor.
He saw it then, a pale, thin arm on the floor…
Covered in blood…
Her blood…
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"NOOOO!" Alucard screamed, sitting up suddenly and slamming his head against the lid of the coffin. He panicked for a split second more, clawing his way out of the coffin and gasping for air. A nonessential thing for him to do, but it calmed him anyway. He rubbed his face, grimacing when he confirmed what he had feared. He pulled his white glove away to find it stained with his bloody tears.
Just like her hair was that day…
He shook his head and stepped out of his coffin. How long has it been since his beloved sister was murdered? Since he had 'died'? He couldn't remember anymore. But the dreams wouldn't let him. They always came around on certain events… the day of her death… her birthday… and sometimes, rarely though, when he happened to hear about a faceless reaper… skin like porcelain, long hair like freshly fallen snow. He thought he saw this reaper once, shortly after a mission, he saw her staring at him through the trees. She wore a mask with no features, leaving her face smooth and unreadable, save for those pale blue eyes. They had locked eyes for a moment before she vanished. That was about a week ago.
So why was he having those stupid nightmares again! He glanced at a small painting that he managed to save all those years ago. A stately woman stared back at him, her ice blue eyes looking out with the inquisitiveness of a child. Her long white hair was done up in a style that was considered the fashion of the time. A smile graced her lips, a reminder of how her heart had been filled with light. Once…
Alucard picked the picture up as he sat in his throne. She looked so much like him. They could have been twins if she was only a tad bit older. If her hair would have been as black as his was. He felt another tear form in his eye as he gazed at his sister's portrait. "Morgan… if I could I would go back and save you… I wish you were here now. If only you can see me now, Morgan… If only…" He sighed as he drifted off to sleep, only to once again dream about that faceless reaper with white hair and icy blue eyes.