Six years had passed since London burned. Six Years since betrayal had reared its ugly head, Since her organization fell, and since her servant left her.
Hellsing was rebuilding, slowly, but surely. England was still trying to recover, they had already covered up the events that unfolded that day.
Terrorists of course. They did not lie about what happened in London, they just left out certain details.
There was no one to disagree with their new story, for no one who knew the truth got out of that hell alive. They where all dead. Every last one.
It would be decades untill things could ever return to normal, and even then nothing would be the same. That day changed everything. That day when they all charged forward to the pits of Hell.
Letztes Bataillon. The Hellsing Organization. The Vatican Section 13, The Iscariots.
War was truly Hell...And this war...this war was private and exclusive. Nothing more then a game played only by the ones who knew the truth, and those select few took that truth to their grave. Some fought to the death, others accepted fate and did little to alter it, and many fell to the darkness.
It was that day that Sir Integral Hellsing walked from the fallen city, the vampire Seras Victoria by her side. She was one of the only survivors, and by killing Herr Major she made sure of the fact. The only sounds heard that moment where her own footsteps on the broken pavement, the roar of the fire finally starting to die, and the steady drip of blood that fell from her blade.
She held it by her side nearly letting it fall to the ground, no longer sheathing it, no longer cleaning it. Then, after several minutes, a final sound broke through the morning... The sharp clanging as it slid from her fingers and hit the broken pavement. The knight was done, for there was no longer a dragon to fight.
That was it, that day was the day every vampire fell. It was the end of their era. It was over.
Sir Hellsing had destroyed all those who opposed her. Her organization would thrive, thrive and wait for the day they would be needed once more.
Victoria, her proud servant, ended the dreams and nightmares of thousands in one night, and once her master fell she was the last... The last true vampire alive in England. Because of this, the last of Hellsing's concerns had simply faded away.
And on the edge of that city they stood, and neither would look back. It was time to start again, time to find a new beginning and move on. Goodbye to the past. Goodbye to any friends and comrades they left behind.
They said last prayers as they left that godforsaken hellhole. As Victoria kissed goodbye her humanity. As Sir Hellsing bade farewell to her fallen slave. As Heinkel Wolf crawled from the wreckage, wrapped in bandages, the blood of The Angel Of Death dripping from her blistered hands...
All the while the other dwindling survivors pulled themselves from the ruin that was once their great capital. Those whre the few who would die in the coming hours, or slip into madness. Sweet madness and denial of what just occurred. They all bid farewell.
Farewell our fallen world, all has come crashing down.
Six years since London Burned. Five years of silence, of madness, of bedlam. One Year of life as it once was, as it could have been.
Six Years since she was left alone.
Ah ...My Master ...My Servant.
How shall we begin anew, when our own world has been destroyed?
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((Authors note: well, well, welcome to what may be my first continuing fic. I'm really going to be taking a risk with this...I'll try to keep everyone in character and have a good storyline, but writing a fic where I completely control the destinies of these characters...thats a little bigger then my normal aspirations. XD
So yeah...This is a rather experimental storyline, and it may not be up to my normal standards, and things might get just the slighest bit off balance, but I hope to stay in character. See ya.))