Impressions
I don't own Hellsing to be sure...but also, I'd like to comment that this is merely a museing of mine, put in the words of my character about Alucard and him as time passes on, even leaveing his "Master" behind.
The figure simply tipped back in the seat, watching the futuristic London from the once proud Hellsing Mansion, now a museum of sorts to the Hellsing line and perhaps to the Count as well. He looked over a world were vampires, werewolf's and other supernatural had arisen from both the hand of man, and naturals sensing the time to return.
" In my time knowing the famous ( or infamous ) Alucard, I've noticed something about myself, and him. We both do not age, watching Integra, the strongest willed woman in history to date ( at least to me. ) die from old age, ten years overdue from what doctors had said as a testament to her iron will. That was the first time I saw my friend weep, to weep over the only master in his mind so far to pay him the mind He always had sought. Walter had died much earlier, and with no heir known to any of us, The Angel of Death remained a title for him and him alone.
Perhaps it is the fact me and him cannot age that bears down on our personalities, whittling them until they become nothing short of husks…They being Alucard and I. So we witnessed the son of Integra grow and die as well, not a solid pang from the death of his previous and most vivid master, but a pang still, as this was her bloodline, his protection.
Then his daughter fell to befoulment, of both power and chipped vampirism.
I believe I am the one that had put her down, as Alucard would not do so. And with it, fell the bloodline of Integra, to me, a thing of epic story crumbling to dust. To Alucard, failings of his power, and mind. And from that, I did not see him for a hundred years.
But when He finally did come back….He was a husk….no longer the cocky, snarky at that vampire from the nineteen ninety's. A simple emotionless being. But with time, spent with me, we fought like in times of old, both of us expecting for Integra to come down yelling at us to cut the racket so she can work in peace.
But alas, we stopped when she never came, both retiring to place of rest.
And it made me think at the time….The impression of a single person can last over hundreds of years, no matter how short of a time.
Author Notes: Hope you liked it, feel free to comment but refrain from Flames.