Chapter Two
Nearly five hundred years later, Polaris was residing within the countryside of England. She had always thought of the landscape as beautiful and peaceful; a place where she could disappear to in order to simply enjoy the wonders of Nature. Unfortunately, Humans had civilized even the farthest reaches of the landscape which annoyed Polaris even farther as she simply wandered into a nearby village located in the countryside of England. Her piercing, icy blue gaze read the dictating sign as "Cheddar". As she continued down the dusty path that posed as a road leading into the village, her instincts warned her of something, someone who had taken refuge within this village. Her mind stretched and quivered, attempting to locate this stranger only to be meet by sheer darkness and genuine evil. As she continued to walk at a slow and steady pace into the village, she grinned,
"So... It seems the Vampire has once again showed its existence after so many centuries of seclusion. Interesting..." She mused to herself beneath her breath. A few moments of walking passed before she could hear the faint echoes of gunshots in the distance. Her pace stopped as she turned her attention in the direction the faint sound originated. "Hm... I suppose I could take just a peek." And with that, she grinned. It was not a womanly smirk but more of a maniacal, sinister smile that revealed gleaming teeth beneath the faint moon light. A strange, quick flash of silver-blue swirled within the depths of her irises as her physical form began to quiver and soon fade into a light, lingering mist.
A light breeze began to billow about the open field that surrounded a simple church and with it, traveled a strange fog that seemed to slither through the tall grass and grave-markers. After a few moments, a young human woman dressed in a police officer's garments trampled through the forest. Her echoing heartbeat screamed fear and desperation to flee from something but she was soon interrupted by what seemed like a simple Priest. This strange fog that held Polaris' mind and vision began to circle both the frightened woman and this strange Priest. Mere moments passed before Polaris realized it was no Priest.
"Vampire..." Her voice whispered within her own ears as she continued to simply watch and observe. Since she was a child of Nature, she chose to keep herself from getting involved in such dramatic situations unless the situation called for interference on a rare occasion. Before long, the Priest held the scared blonde woman in a controlled fashion, muttering obscenities in her ear.
A strange shock rang through Polaris' mentality the moment the woman screamed; there was another, infinitely stronger individual approaching. With this realization, the fog seemed to travel with the breeze toward a nearby hedgerow. Polaris materialized a few yards away within the treeline, keeping herself hidden amongst the shadows and darkness the trees cast beneath the faint moonlight illuminating the scene.
A stranger, tall, dark, and clothed in a tuxedo-like attire covered by a burgundy English-style trench coat, approached the threatening, inferior Vampire. His wide-rimmed hat cast a black veil across the stranger's face but his maniacal grin gleamed passed it.
"And just who the hell are you?" the tainted Priest demanded while he continued to hold the woman hostage. Polaris did not see the stranger's face, only a golden-red gaze behind a simple set of red-orange glasses and a maniacal grin that would make even the insane quiver in fear. Her gaze narrowed in suspicion as well as curiosity. Just who was this stranger and why did he care if the human woman died? Her curiosity nearly overwhelmed her, however, Polaris resisted gently probing this stranger's mind for the fear she would instantly be detected.
The stranger spoke in a low, wicked voice, "I am your death." The opposing Vampire posing as a man of religion began to cackle before tossing the human woman to the side,
"Kill him." He demanded while snapping his fingers. Instantly, a swarm of ghouls created by this monstrosity rose from the surrounding bushes and tall grass and hailed the stranger with simple bullets made of lead; the spray of weaponry tore the trenched stranger to shreds, leaving gaping holes in his torso and nearly ripping him limb from limb. After another simple snap of his fingers, the imposter ordered his squadron of ghouls to cease fire before cackling again as the stranger adorned in burgundy dropped to the ground in a grotesque pile of flesh, blood, and bone,
"THIS is my death! HA! How pathetic." He mused before turning his attention to the police woman frozen with fear. Her large, innocent blue eyes widen in fright once again as the Vampire snatched her up with an evil grin, "Now my dear. Where was I?" A few moments of silence passed before a strange wind began to blow across the field. The shadows began to twitch and quiver as if having an intelligence all of their own. Even Polaris' gaze widened in sheer surprise as the shadows around her began to slither and snake their way to the mangled mess that was the stranger. His body began to move and twitch as a cackling laughter filled the field in echoes and after a few moments, the stranger stood. His golden-red orbs wide with maniacal enjoyment from behind his medieval glasses as a wicked grin stretched across his face.
"My turn." Those simply words triggered something in Polaris' memory. Well over five centuries before this, she had encountered a Vampire in the farthest reaches of the Transylvania countryside who was beaten by a mere human. She had expected him dead shortly after she tore the stake from his heart.
"It can't possibly be him. He was killed. I witnessed the stake through his heart myself by the hands of Abraham." Her thoughts began to race as she took a simple step back. How was it the Count, whom she witnessed first-hand killed by a mere human, be standing before her? And saving a human nonetheless? This stranger, this Vampire, was standing in the flesh mere yards away. It simply was not possible. Even after she interfered, she never expected him to survive.
The stranger reached a gloved-hand into his coat only to pull a firearm of his own from within before resting the barrel upon an arm bent across his face. The barrel was elongated, measuring at nearly 10 inches with "454 Casull Hellsing" engraved along the side. In mere seconds, he took aim and began to fire; one bullet to each ghoul seemed to permanently decapitate the opposing Vampire's army of zombies. The Priest stood in sheer shock as his menagerie of ghouls dropped one after another.
"What the-? How could he-! It's those bullets!" He snarled. The stranger's gun clicked, indicating his clip was empty before it slid from the grip of his reconstructed pistol.
"The silver cross of Manchester Cathedral was melted down to make these 13 millimeter exploding shells. Nothing I shoot ever gets back up again." He sneered before slamming another clip to replace the fallen one. The imposter Vampire snarled once more before retreating to behind the human woman, holding her as a sort of fleshy shield against his obviously superior opponent,
"Be reasonable now. This girl is the last survivor. You wouldn't want to kill her now, would you? I'm not asking for much. You could just look the other way. Let me escape." Ignoring the desperate pleas, the stranger spoke to the woman,
"Are you a virgin, my dear?" This only enraged the Vampire even more so but the human answer,
"Yes! Yes I am!" With those words, the stranger fired one single shot through the human woman's lung and grinned as it passed through and pierced the Vampire's heart. Polaris simply gazed in confusion at the scene taking place before her. The moment his blessed bullet pierced the Vampire's heart, the Priest froze as the woman dropped to the ground, her blood pooling around her. The Vampire flicked into sight before the imposter posing as a Priest before his glove-handed penetrated the inferior Vampire's heart. A name whispered through Polaris' mind as she smirked,
"Alucard." As the human woman laid upon the ground, the stranger knelt with a wicked grin,
"I was forced to shoot through you in order to silence him. I am sorry but there isn't any time. What do you want to do?" The human woman was too weak to speak; she could only reach for the full moon looming above them as her life flashed in an instant before her eyes. As her strength gave up, the strange caught her hand with his own before grinning again,
"It is such a beautiful night, is it not?" The stranger grinned yet again before leaning forward to the human woman's neck and gently piercing her jugular with his lengthened canines. A few moments of silence passed yet again before he rose and glanced toward the treeline as if something caught his attention. His golden-red, sinister gaze met Polaris' own glistening, piercing blue gaze staring at him, narrowed in disgust as what she had witnessed before they simply faded into the darkness of the forest. His own gaze narrowed in interest before grinning yet again, a single trail of the human woman's blood slowly coursing down the side of his mouth to his chin,
"So that woman still exists, does she? Well, I suppose I'll have to thank her for her kind gesture so many centuries ago." He mused within his mind before lifting the unconscious human woman into his arms. He pivoted on the heel of his boot to turn and simply walk back to the only human he would ever dare call "Master".