A/N: Sorry that I haven't updated, life gets in the way. Thank you guys for reviewing, they make my day. I am going to skip forward a bit into the battle to get things going, so don't be confused. I DON'T OWN HELLSING OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS!
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How? How much more can I do to hint to thiz beautivul frauline on how to kill me? Hans had removed his jacket to reveal his naked chest, his heart open for that final blow that would send him to a foul and burning hell. Or maybe there was no hell? That there was something far worse than hell; oblivion. For someone who wanted to repent for his crimes- although unwilling- he wanted to let the flames of hell scorch his flesh for eternity. Hans watched the frauline examine the flying valuables that had been stowed away in the wooden crates, her hand catching a tooth filling that Hans had personally ripped out of a man in one of the concentration camps he was stationed at one time. A pain ripped through him as he recalled the man's screams echoing down the concrete halls, the children crying far out from a separate building, the woman whimpering and praying while their husbands roasted in an extermination chamber.
More gold rained down, a gray glitter catching his gaze, and with a swift motion his foot kicked the object towards the female vampire. As he hoped, the girl understood what he wanted desperately and why he purposely brought her down to the hangers. The silver tooth gleamed beautifully to him; why would it not? This will send him into his grave, and he will finally rest for eternity. Sadly the chip commanded his movement and so he was forced to shift his form and head for her. He mentally cried that she would dodge his assault, but she remained still, her face determined as her right arm took his kick, her arm exploding from the force. Hans almost smiled when she smirked and grabbed a large missile in her left hand. What an interesting frauline! She reminded him so much of Alisha, with her determined eyes that sparkled with excitement, and her smile just as intriguing, the only difference being that the draculina's was far less malicious than Alisha's. Alisha was such a beautiful girl, with the most sickly sweet smile, the most popular among his childhood friends, and so very cruel. Hans felt anger rise, but let it die as he refocused on the battle at hand. The draculina was aiming her fist at him and he answered with his own hitting it and smashing each other's hand, the same fate awaiting the opposite appendage. To his disappointment, he had succeeded in removing two valuable assets from the frauline, her hands, and his leg was already moving to kick her away. To Hans this would sentence him to eternity in serving a madman, because if he won this battle he would leave the hanger and be forced to assist the other soldiers in ruining the city of London. It wasn't that the vampire fledgling was weak- she definitely wasn't weak- he was just too strong and experienced.
Two points of pain snapped his head down, his eyes locked to the draculina who was biting deeply into his leg. "His hime hi goh you!" The frauline growled up at him. Hans almost smiled. From the empty socket that wept a stream of blood the vampire's familiar shifted the shadows to take the solid upper half of a man with a copper braid whipping about.
"Monsieur Wolfman. 'Ere's payback from someone, somewhere fifty years ago. Keep ze change." French, he had to be French, Hans guessed before the figure dug it's arm through his chest with ease, splitting his tag in half, his body propelling back from the force of the blow. Hans heard the crunch of the chip that held his will, the one that was embedded into his heart, and he felt the world spin as his soul was returned to him. The Frenchman said something, but he couldn't make out the words, his vision was fading fast and even though he was dying, he finally was able to smile! He laughed and laughed, the most he's done in years, one hundred and thirty-five to be exact. The last thing he saw was the beautiful frauline looking down at him in shock as he burst into flames. Hans soul fled, taking the figure of it's true form, the form of the wolf that howled it's joy with it's returned independence. Maybe he would meet that beautiful frauline in his next life, and if he did he would make sure to thank her for freeing him at last. Too bad he didn't know her name. Goodbye, beautivul frauline.
A/N: Sorry that it's such a short chapter, but don't worry, there will be more, and a hell of a lot more to explain about Hans' past as well. Until the next my dear readers!
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-Baron