Act of Demon or Work of God?
He couldn't think. Couldn't breathe. Only one thought managed to tumble through his mind.
He'd bitten her. He'd bitten her… she would be…
That small girl he'd strove so hard to protect, had grown to love… She'd be….
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I blinked, trying to clear my fuzzy vision (It didn't work). Where was I again?
The last thing I could recall was….. I had to do something important. Something serious. It was crucial. Something bad would happen if it hadn't been done.
But what?
I pressed a hand to my forehead. Not remembering caused such a headache. I tried to sit up, only to bump into something soft. Velvet perhaps? I pressed my hands against it, worriedly. I didn't like small spaces.
But why not? I couldn't remember… anything. America, yes. I went to school there. But, where was I now? I tried to recall to no avail.
This was a shoddy way to wake up.
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He sat in the dark, staring with soulless eyes. No humor, no laughter. The mocking and superiority were missing, now replaced with something else. Longing, perhaps?
He slowly lifted his hand up and placed it over his eyes, exhaling softly.
How…? How could this happen…?
Isabelle was missing, the only known Hellsing heir, and it was his fault. He was with her, he could have saved her. It was his job.
"…Master?" a door creaked open somewhere above him in the darkness, followed by soft footsteps. Soon, a petite blonde was before him, watching him with wide red eyes.
"What do you want, Seras?" he said softly, his voice airy from disuse. He hadn't moved in over a month and his red coat was starting to get dusty.
"Wulf is working hard to find her, Master…"
"I already knew this, girl." The words that would have been said with malice, were monotone. He had been defeated, and he knew it.
And it killed him.
"That boy, Sterling. Maybe he can help. He was there."
"It's his fault," he breathed in response.
"Master—"
"Seras, if you have nothing of any consequence to say, then leave. I want to be alone."
Seras scowled at him before stubbornly turning and leaving.
"Moping won't help you find her!" was the last thing the blond called out before vanishing back out the door.
Alucard gave a soft growl—the first emotion he'd shown since the kidnapping.
He hated it when she was right.
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It took a few moments, but I finally managed to settle in the cramped little space. The only thing I knew was that it was dark. I didn't know where I was, or what I was in. Occasionally, I heard hushed voices that vanished as soon as they arrived.
I didn't like it. I wanted to get out of here.
But where will you go? A voice whispered.
Oh yes, I forgot to mention him. I've called him Jimminy, since it's a male voice. It may be my conscious, but that makes me sound crazy, doesn't it?
A face flashed in my mind. A man, strong and grinning with amused red eyes.
And he left with a headache. I groaned softly.
Something was wrong. And I wanted to know what. And I would learn.
One way or another.