Danse Macabre
I do not own Hellsing or any character except Bellona, but more OC is coming up. Please review. FYI: This is my first FanFic.
Left crochet . An uppercut from the right to the chin. Ghoul tries to sink his rotten teeth into your neck. Avoid it with a smooth move, that dumb fuck thinking he could sink his teeth to me. Hah! Turn around rip of his head. 1 gone 39 ghouls and 1 punk- ass vampire to go. Summon the flames. Use it like whip. Burn all the ghouls near you. 20 ghouls down 20 abominations to go. Vampire attempting to use his gun, get the nearest ghoul, break the neck, use it as a meat- shield. The FREAK vamp ran out of bullets. Take the ghoul, get it burning, then throw it to his buddies having all 10 of them burning. 10 ghouls and 1 FREAK up, easy peasy. Run up the wall, get the vamp off guard, snap it's neck ,remove the heart. And watch in awe as the remaining ghouls started to blow up one by one.
Blood and vampire guts were scattered everywhere and I mean everywhere, including my cleavage. Killing shit was fun but as every rose has its thorns, ghouls and vampires had intestines, liver and other organs that had the probability to get your favorite vintage tee, your Gucci leather biker's jacket, your favorite pair of Diesel skinny jeans and a perfect pair of biker boots covered in guts, blood and other abomination parts.
Elapsed time: 5 minutes. I've had better scores some around 2 minutes, but tonight I took my time. My life or whatever this is consisted of very few things. From the age of 24 to 100 was meaningless sex, 100 to 150 was working for the magical community, 150 to 300 was living with other nymphs, and after 300 till now was painting, reading, music and killing shit.
As I was turning around to walk home, I had nothing else to do so I would take my time and not teleport, I noticed a different scent, a new scent. As I turned around I saw an incredibly tall man. And that coming from me is a really big deal since I am 6 foot 2. He was wearing a Victorian style red duster, a red hat, some orange tinted glasses, a black suit and a pair of black riding boots. He was quite hot actually .A strong jaw and everything ,plus he had black hair, I was a sucker for black hair. He grinned, showing his incredibly sharp teeth. As I was thinking he asked:
"Like what you see?". I couldn't help but answer the soft, silky voice. "Quite." , I answered arrogantly, he was trying to get inside my head at the moment and I was, well, trying to both block him from my head and myself from his. I asked his name. "Only if you give yours first.", he said grinning. I bowed mockingly. " Bellona Aurelius, in your service. " I looked up In anticipation. After a few seconds I asked again, this time he said "You have to earn it first." He grinned, I smirked and he lunged himself at me. And with him the dance of the dead started. I moved left as he lunged himself at me. As I was about to crochet him he turned around, like he was expecting it. He shoved me to the wall. He was trying to catch my scent. I noticed him grinning with the corner of my eye. Ah, fuck you!, I said to myself, he answered my thought with a huge grin. God, what happened to blocking my mind!. His eyes narrowed, as he loosened his grip, just a tiny it, I saw my chance. So I kicked him in the crotch as hard as I could.
I gave him a huge smirk as he cringed in pain. And then at that moment I let myself go, just for a second, to hear the man thanking God that none of his nuts were damaged. No vampire could heal that fast. I felt my smirk disappearing as he stood Up. I guess this would be a very very long night.
He stood up, flashed another grin at me. I couldn't help but smile. I had found a worthy opponent at last. Being what I am, a nymph, not an insufferable bitch, no that was my second most important characteristic I had, I longed for eternal battle and conflict. Now he took out a huge silver gun, started shooting me. I dodged the first, then created a shield of flames in order to melt the bullets as they came. U used the flames from the wall to create a full circle around him. It surrounded him and started to get smaller and smaller until he was burning. He took one last shot at me then grinned as he saw the bullet pierce my shoulder. And just like that he was gone. I didn't see avoiding the bullet necessary, since I knew he was done for. I took the bullet out. It was pure silver, and blessed as far as I could understand. The wound healed itself.
As I was starting to walk home I noticed the man's presence again. Really what was wrong with that fucking vampire, I kicked him in the nuts as hard as I can, which would make any other male vampires bones crack and get the –m on the floor crying like babies. Catching his figure lunging at me I avoided him punched him in the stomach. Blood was coming out of his mouth. I really couldn't help but notice the crimson eyes. They were probably the most beautiful ones I had ever seen. Then bang. He shot my liver. Blood was splattered all over me some of them his, but most of it mine. I took the bullet out as he lunged himself at me. But I was caught off – guard, I fucking hated being caught off guard. He had me pinned to the wall of the alleyway. He held my hand above my head. He was incredibly close to me, I wouldn't mind being so close to a man so gorgeous. In a normal situation. Right now we were much, much closer than I would have liked. "Oh don't be such a sourpuss." He said.
As he finished talking, I felt him sinking his fangs into my throat. He was sucking me dry. But being my horny self I wondered what it would be like. What it would be like if I'd met him somewhere different. I would probably enjoy him fucking me so hard that I had broken a few bones and got a concussion. I was one of those who thought S&M was for pussies, well it was. He probably heard all of that in my mind. I am guessing this because he stopped drinking for a second. Looked at me, flashed a huge grin like the Cheshire cat and said " I think we'll get along just fine." And sunk his teeth to my neck one last time. I could feel myself getting dizzier and dizzier. Too bad I wouldn't die. I seriously wish I could die. Well too fucking bad. Now I was going to be dumped in a trash yard. Or maybe he would hear my heart thumping faintly and kidnap me. Oh shit. Was the last thing I thought I had and the harvest moon was the last thing I saw that night, before blacking out.
A.N.: Danse Macabre means dance of the dead in English, the term was used to name kind of like a genre of art in the medieval times. And since my character is a nymph and a mix of some other things so she is immortal and through 600 years of a lifish thing she was 'killed' many times. So found it appropriate.