Hellsing:
"Children of the Night"
New York
October 6, 2010, 1:10 AM
2 years ago...
Blood... Blood everywhere... I'm lying in it, I feel it on my mouth, I can feel it draining out of my body from the gash across my torso. My own blood mixing with theirs... the blood of my mother and father... I see them lying before me. I try to move to them, to reach them. One of those things has my mother, his jaws around her neck. I can see the sharp teeth digging into her neck, while those red eyes look her over with lust and hunger. She looks at me with tears in her eyes.
"Hey, this one's not half bad!"
"Tastier than that runt lying there."
They kick me, beat me, laugh at me. What I wouldn't give to hurt them, to make them pay...
"No!..cough...cough...LEAVE HIM ALONE!" My mother screams, she's trying to fight, to save me... even after going through so much pain... but there's nothing I can do to save her... Why? Why am I so weak?
"Shut your mouth, bitch!" I watch in horror as his claws rake her open, she falls to the floor, dead. Her lifeless eyes are still open. Those monsters... Those goddamned monsters!
"Oh, crap! I think the big man's coming!"
"SHIT! If he finds what we did we're fucked!"
"Let's get outta here, man!"
Cowards... Running away... You dare murder my family and run away!? I'll hunt you down, I'll kill you all, I'll make you PAY for this!?
My body grows weak, I'm losing consciousness... My father barely has any life in him. He tried to fight them off. I tried to help him. Now we're both going to die here? God, why? Why has this happened? Was it something I did? What could I have done that was so horrible, so unforgivable, to deserve this?
"Danny..."
He's speaking... I can barley make him out, it's getting dark...
"It's okay... don't be afraid... be strong, Danny... be... strong..." His eyes have closed...
Father? No... How... Why... Who... Who caused this? Who would DARE do this!? I hear the sounds of more slaughter outside. Were they not satisfied with my family!? How many more must they kill!?
A figure stands before me... Dark cloak... red armor...what is this... this pain in my neck... strange taste of iron at my lips...?
Strength... anger... hunger... "You will not die today. You have not earned that right."
"Who... are you!?" The man standing before me stares with cold, emotionless eyes... the same eyes as those other monsters.
"I am the same as they... And the one who is responsible for the death of your family."
"...Why... Why did you do it!? WHY DID YOU DO IT YOU BASTARD!?" I'm trying to stand, but I can only get to my knees.
"They were an obstacle in my path, and I was hungry. Don't take to heart, it's in the nature of Vampires to kill humans."
"V-...Vampire?"
I can feel the darkness radiating from his form. This...thing... is no human...
"Yes. And you, my little 'sheep', are just another meal. A continuation of the cycle of life and death. Not that that matters now. It's better for you to just give up, to just forget and fade away into darkness." He turns away. Will he run to?
"...You coward..." He stops.
"You think... You can just come in here, kill my family, and tell me to let it go!?" The blood is flowing towards me... The blood is power... I call upon this power to avenge my family.
"I won't..." My wounds are healing up, my muscles are getting stronger, the power burning through every fibre of my being...
"I won't forget..." All the spilled blood is flowing into me, nourishing me, strengthening me...
"I will never forgive...!" I can feel the power crackling through the air, the blood leaps, burning like demonic hellfire...
"And I will not stop, UNTIL ALL OF YOU ARE DEAD!"
I lose myself, and all sense of control. My head rears back, I let loose an earth-shaking roar to the heavens, my declaration of war. I can feel my strength growing, my wounds healing... my fangs sharpening... The clear path was now lost... And I entered the Inferno...
London, Hellsing HQ
July 3, 2012 8:45 PM
Present Day...
"...The pursuit of the mysterious 'Angel Dust', murderer continues, as FBI agents try to track down the mysterious cloaked killer, who has New York citizens fearing for their lives, but it is not it's citizens who should be afraid, so much as it's criminals. First seen in 2011 at the sight of the infamous 'Russian Dinner Party Bombing', a heavy hit against the Russian Mafia's top leaders and central network in Manhattan, The infamous 'Angel of Death' continues to terrorize the criminal underground of the Island. The killer seems to be exclusively targeting big-shot criminals and serial murder suspects, all with very strange habits. They are never seen in public and seem to live for the New York 'night life', as it were. Stranger still is the killers calling card: He leaves only piles of dust in his wake, each of which appears to be the ashes of his victims, though how the killer is able to perform the required burnings in such short time span without anyone else noticing, has police and FBI agents baffled..."
Integra Hellsing paused the T.V. This was a case that she had been following for a while now. It wreaked of a vampire infestation, that much was obvious. The dust present at each killing was proof enough. What intrigued Integra the most, however, was this vampire-hunting vigilante who had apparently massacred these undead abominations. Hollywood rarely got anything right in regards to vampire weaknesses, and the fact that they even existed wasn't common knowledge. The fact that someone has been launching a one-man crusade against these beings, and doing so well, was unusual. And in a way, disconcerting.
"If you want, I could always track him down myself."
Integra didn't have to look to know that Alucard had entered the room. She could feel his presence as he fazed through the walls, and into her office. He had always had a habit of intruding on her at just the right moment to try and toy with her, tempt her, play with her emotions. It was a sort of game they played, servant pushing the master's boundaries, seeing if she will break. But she never did. No, she needed to keep a firm leash on her "pet", as she had for years.
"That won't be necessary, Alucard. Though admittedly, given our current situation, it is a tempting offer to investigate this 'Angel of Death'."
"Really? And what situation would that be?"
She took out a cigar from the tin sitting on her desk, and lit it. The air soon became heavy with the scent of cigar-smoke.
"It seems that the Americans have requested our help with this one. There's a coven of vampires brewing on the East Coast of America, New York, specifically. This 'Angel Dust' murderer case has put the spotlight on it. If nothing else the investigation has proven that a large number of vampires reside in New York's streets and skyscrapers. The fact that these vampire killings have been occurring in such close proximity to one another suggests an entire coven of vampires. I want you to go to New York City, investigate, locate, and eliminate the coven stationed there."
Upon hearing his orders, a sinister smile crept upon the old Nosferatu's face. He was excited, no, enthralled at the prospect of a new mission.
"And what about this vampire-hunter?"
"He is not our main concern... However, if you come into contact with him, I give you permission to defend yourself, and to apprehend him if you feel it necessary."
Before exiting the room, Alucard took a bow, "As you wish, my master."
Darkness. The bane of light, of life, of existence itself. Feared by humanity for good reason. It robs them of sense, renders them weak. It confuses, it intimidates, it kills. It is a being to be respected and feared. But the boy, standing in that apartment room, shrouded in darkness, did not mind it. It was his greatest ally. It protected him, shielded him from unfriendly eyes. It allowed him to learn things about others without them noticing. It was his greatest weapon, as well. He could disappear, and reappear at well, catching people by surprise. He could use it confuse, and deceive others, and gain an advantage. But most of all, he could impose fear. Fear. It was always necessary to impose fear on his victims. It made them incapable of reason or logic. It made his opponents physically weak. Vulnerable.
And now, even the masters of the night themselves, those creature who relied on the darkness just as much as he, feared him as well. For though he was like them, he had become something else. Something more sinister. That which even the immortal fear...
Death. He had killed so many, men, women... and vampires alike. They always feared death, or else, why take up the offer? To become immortal, forever young, strong, as though they were gods... But they were far from such glory. They were locusts. They were a plague. And they feared death even more. Once their confidence in their power shatters, once they come to grips with the fact that even after becoming what they have become, that they are still weak, still frail, still...mortal... Oh, the sweet ecstasy of that fear. Watching them completely break... and then driving that cold silver blade through their hearts... Pure. Bliss.
His uniform consisted of black combat boots, black combat fatigues, a bullet-proof vest, and dark gloves. His cloak had tattered ends, and came up over his head in a hood. His mask was of a black leather/cotton, and looked like the face of Death itself. The image may have been a bit melodramatic to the unknowing eye, but to the eyes of the monsters, it made the terror all the more real. Now, the hunter is the hunted. Death, now walks these streets. The figure looked himself over in a mirror, as he had done countless times.
"Tonight, they will know suffering," He thought to himself.
"Tonight, they will know fear. Tonight... They will die."
He moved to his window, and leaped into the sky, gliding like a ghost over the buildings, till he came to rest on a tall, gothic structure, the tower of some Catholic Church no doubt. Perched on one of the gargoyles, he waited, and listened. Gunshots... knifing... a lullaby... Wine glasses... A snarl, a scream. There! His eyes set on the ally, not 50 meters from his position. Silently, he descended...
"No, please, GET AWAY!" The woman screamed. Never had she been more scared for her life. She had just been walking to get back home from the grocery store, when three men ambushed her, and pushed her into the ally. No, not men. Men didn't have fangs.
"Aw, what's the matter, baby?" The one sneered.
"We just want to have a little fun, that's all." The other one laughed.
"Maybe after we're done, you can join us for a blood-bath!" The last one roared, grabbing a hold of the woman and opening his jaws in a horrendous laugh, showing rows upon rows of razor-sharp teeth. The woman was paralyzed. She was going to die here. She was really going to die here.
Help... Someone... Anyone... Please...!
A dark mist rolled in, and the temperature seemed to drop several degrees. The vampire suddenly felt very cold, a sensation he hadn't felt for many decades. Sensing danger, he and his comrades whipped around to see that a thick, heavy fog was rolling into the ally, and seemed to block there path. Then came the voice.
"Those who are wicked to others..." As the voice, haunting, deep, and terrifying, like rolling thunder and a serpentine hiss combined, spoke out, parts of the missed seem to turn to black smoke, and come together to form the shape of a skull, under a black hood and cloak.
"...have only Death, to look forward too." The figure, now fully formed, stepped towards the vampires, the mist following him at his feet.
" FUCK! It's that damn Dust killer!"
"Don't just stand there you fucking morons!" The leader, still clutching the woman bellowed.
"Shoot him! Kill him! KILL HIM!"
They pulled out miniature SMGs, and opened fire. The cloaked figure didn't even seem to flinch. He just stood there, taking every bullet... until he seemed to melt away... his form, as each bullet passed through him, twisted and faded, and became as smoke. Soon all that was left was smoke, that merged into the mist. The vampires stopped firing, still wide-eyed and paranoid.
"Did... did we get 'im?"
The vampire to the right and front of the leader was answered by a clawed hand going through his back, and a hand wrapping around his heart. The tips of the claws came out the front, but not the whole hand. The heart was not pierced. The figure lifted him into the air, while his comrades backed away in fear.
"WHAT...! HOW THE FUCK!?"
"Wretched creature. Burn in the eternal fires."
Crushing his hand around the heart, he ripped it from the monster. As it cried out in agony, blood spilling from it's chest and mouth, the other two watched in horror as he decayed, rotted, and turned to dust... al in the span of a few seconds.
"YOU... YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" The second one opened fire, but the figure grabbed his arm, and wrenched it off with ease. Yelling and screaming, bleeding intensely with only one arm he moved back, only to be grabbed by the neck.
"I am the Final Destination. You cannot escape your fate."
"What... The... HELL ARE YOU...!?"
Without a single word, he tore his head from his body, the spinal cord limply hanging down. He tossed his prize aside, and turned on the final monster.
"No... No, no, NO! STAY BACK! I WARN YOU! I'LL TEAR HER FUCKING THROAT OUT I SWEAR TO GOD!
Thefigure was undeterred. He advanced ever further, as the panicking monster moved back with his captive meal.
"YOU SONOVABITCH I WARN YOU! I'll KILL HER! I'LL...!"
"NO."
A silver chain wrapped around the last vampire, around his hands and arms, binding them to his back, and around his neck. They squeezed with force enough to break the bones in the arm, but not the neck. He struggled as he was dragged over, like a captured insect trying to escape the hand that holds it... futile.
"You. Will. NOT."
As he stared Death in the face, he noticed that behind the mask, were a pair of glowing red eyes.
"Why... What the... fuck are you!?"
"I am the Judge, Jury, and Executioner, of the entire undead race. And my verdict: Is Death."
A sickening crack was heard, as the vampire's neck was snapped. The chains left burn marks on the vampire's flesh as it was released, and dropped to the ground. Before it could regenerate, a sliver blade from the figure's wrist pierced it's heart, and he too, turned to dust.
"Amen."
The woman, looked up at this new savior, in shock. Never had she seen such ferocity, such power, such mercilessness. He looked at her, and advanced toward her. She tried to get up and run, as fear overtook her. But as her eyes met his, she became relaxed, almost...tranced? He took her up in his embrace, and whispered to her.
"Sleep now. This nightmare has ended. Death shall not come for you on this day, though your soul is a precious one to possess. Let this night fade into your memories, and may you think on it as but a dream, and nothing more. Tonight, sleep well, and peacefully, and may pleasant dreams whisk you away from this cold, dead night."
She lost consciousness, as she was instructed. Hypnosis was a natural trick in a vampire's arsenal, but it was tricky business. There's no telling how long the effect would last. A few years, or a few hours, he didn't know. Hopefully, she would not be driven mad by tonight's events. He leapt into the air, and flew to her home, having peered into her mind. Placing her in her bed, he marched out into the night once more.
"There's still to many," He thought to himself.
" I can't keep this 'Dark Hero' act up much longer. The police are making more connections. Soon they'll learn about my connection to the Russian massacre, and when that happens, they'll find out about my human identity. I have to kill off this coven as quickly as I can, and find a way out of the country. I don't have much time left. Mother, Father..."
The JFK airport was all but empty when the plane from London arrived. Several secret-service agents flocked around the plane, expecting the new guest. The door opened, revealing a tall man, in a red trench-coat, and a large, red fedora. He wore brown high boots, and orange/red sunglasses, despite it being nighttime.
"You are the one the folks at British Intelligence sent?"
"Yes. My luggage is in my cabin."
"We'll handle it for you, sir."
The "man" smiled a toothy, almost wolfish grin.
"Excellent. Now drive me to the hotel I'm to be staying at. I wish to get discussions and debriefings out of the way as quickly as possible."
"Uh... Yes sir, of course, right away sir!"
Several agents entered the plane as Alucard exited. He took a moment to admire the moonlit sky. He inhaled the night air, slowly, savoring the many "tastes" it held.
"What a marvelous night. Such a lively city, so perfectly mixed with the taste of blood and death. Yes... This will prove to be a most interesting... 'vacation'."
He smiled to himself, as a long black limousine pulled up. The agents loaded his "luggage"(Luggage being his long, black coffin), and Alucard stepped in. The car drove off into the night.
The stage was set.
A/N: Hello my faithful readers! This is chapter one of my OC centered story, one that I have been wanting to produce for a while now, but hey, Creative Writing 12 takes up a lot of time. Now, a bunch of things I want to clear up: Yes, I take my sweet time doing things. Yes, I do value my readers, few though they are. I will always try to deliver as best I can. Now, if this story seems a bit Batman/Phantasm/Spawn-ish... Well, that's because I got a lot of Inspiration from them. However, Danny will not be vigilante hero in a costume for long. This is only something to set up the initial stages of his character, before he goes into major progression. I might do a prologue after I'm done the main story, but for the most part the blanks will be filled in via flashbacks and good ol' fashioned character development! Also, while this story may seem dark and grim, It will get better/lighter. I intend to have Danny start out as a bit of an angsty hard-ass but will later become a more happy, open young man, despite all the shit he goes through(and oh, do I intend to torture him :3 ). Look for some nice humor in the chapters to come!
Now, as far as story canon goes, I intend to follow the "Metropolis-Kid-method", which is to stay as ambiguous in terms of "When" in the Hellsing Canon as possible. This means I'm likely to change a few things to keep certain people alive because I have need and/or use for them in the story. This will take place after Millennium's defeat, after Alucard's disappearance, but I'm shortening it considerably to keep it modern(Had I kept it at the original 30 years, we'd be in 2030 something, and I can't do the future. No imagination). Integra will have an eye missing, rocking the "Big Boss" look. For character development purposes, I'm gonna introduce a bit of a Deus Ex and say that Anderson didn't die( he didn't become dust, but was incapacitated for the rest of the series), and has been revived. I need him because I have a plan for him and Danny(NO YAOI!). However, Walter and Pip are dead and are gonna stay that way... which isn't to say they won't make an appearance ;).
So, yeah! Review, comment, Fav if you want, and have a good one!