Searching the rooms, beyond the great hall, it didn't take long for Alucard to locate his target. The elderly looking man had been hiding in a study, cowering in a corner, trembling. The vampire King was actually rather disappointed and disgusted by the sight before him. "Pathetic," Mr. Green flinched at the sound of Alucard's voice. "You call yourself a vampire?," the tone in the Hellsing agents voice became more menacing as he continued.
"Please don't kill me!" the man turned to show tears running down his face. A small smirk managed to creep it's way onto Alucard's face. Stepping closer, he ordered Edmund Green to stand and face him. Slowly, the man did as he was told, careful not leave his corner. Once he was face to face with the man, Alucard set out to finish his mission and looked forward to killing the disgraceful sack of flesh before him.
"Now before I end this, I've been tasked with getting some information out of you," Alucard spoke calmly. "N-no! I don't want to die!" Mr. Green suddenly became frantic. "I'll pay you more than your current employers. Please! Whatever you want I'll -" his pleas were cut off, mid sentence, and a loud crack echoed through the room. Having become slightly impatient with the man's whining, Alucard had smacked him hard across the face. The old man's eye widened with shock, his mouth dropping open to cry out.
A gloved hand closed roughly over Mr. Green's mouth, ceasing his cries before they could be made. "Now that's enough of that," Alucard's voice had taken a threatening tone once again. "Now, I'm going to ask you quuestions and you will answer them truthfully and promptly or else," he tightened his grip and Mr. Green groaned in pain. "Or else I can make this interrogation a very painful experience for you." Eagerly nodding his head, Edmund silently agreed, and his mouth was freed.
'Truly pathetic,' Alucard thought as the old man spilled his guts. Shamelessly, Mr. Green explained how he'd become a vampire. He'd been born in the 1880's to a wealthy family. Growing his wealth had been his biggest priority in his human life. His insatiable greed had lead to him never having a wife or even taking a woman to bed, period. The sniveling man continued spewing useless information about his life before Alucard began to get bored and annoyed. "Who turned you?" the sudden question brought Mr. Green's life story to a sudden pause. "I- I don't know," he replied meekly.
The comment earned him a harsh slap across the face to which the old man reacted by crying even harder. "Quit crying like a child!" The vampire king roared. "Be a man for once in your pathetic existence!" Edmund Green simply nodded and wiped his nose in his sleeve. "It was a-a woman," he spoke without whining. "She brought me here one evening, around forty years ago. She made me into a vampire and left me this mansion." The old man looked around the room fondly, for a brief moment, his eyes seemed to be remembering the past.
"What of all the armed men you had?" the agent of Hellsing questioned. "Are you responsible for turning all of them?" Green shook his head, his expression seemed almost uncertain about something. "Some of them were already here when I came," he explained. "Throughout the years they continued to come. It's almost as though she, t-the woman who made me a vampire, sent them to let me know she still existed." Sir Integra was not going to be pleased with these answers. The head of Hellsing will want to know who the mystery vampire woman is. Edmund's blood would suffice as a means to confirm his story.
A moment of silence passed between the two before crimson coloured eyes honed in on the old man. "Next question," Alucard gave a soft smile. "Who is the girl?" Confusion crossed Mr. Green's face. "Girl?" he questioned back. Stepping forward and cornering the man, Alucard couldn't help but smile as he caught the trembling man's face in between his hands. "Yes, you fool," he squeezed hard for emphasis, "the young human woman who stood as your last line of defense." Releasing a bit of his grip, he waited for Edmund to answer.
"Ah! Her?" the old man exclaimed. "For years I've been trying to, to..." his words trailed off and he seemed embarrassed. "Answer me," Alucard's voice could've cut through stone. Flinching in the crimson vampire's grasp, Edmund quickly spoke. "I've been trying to create another vampire!" he half-shouted in a panic. "Usually, I buy them, the women I mean" he explained. "Whore houses, traffickers, whatever is the cheapest. I buy them and then do exactly what was done to me but-" he pondered briefly before continuing. "They always just turn into monsters. Almost like zombies from a television program." A sad looked filled his eyes. "I can't even remember how many I've had to have destroyed over the years."
Laughter echoed through the small space as the vampire king couldn't help his humor toward the idiot before him. "Someone of your ilk should have never been given the power of the vampire!" his laughter slowly subsided and then he became more serious. "Final question old man," Alucard stared into Edmund's eyes, paralyzing him where he stood. "Have you ever touched that young woman?" the crimson eyes glared, waiting patiently for an answer. "I only ever hit her once," he answered, not fully understanding Alucard's question. "Oh? Why would you do such a thing," he toyed with the old man's nerves, suddenly speaking with mock empathy.
Mr. Green's expression became slightly annoyed as he remembered and explained. "I'd ordered her to use her mouth for," a sudden look of embarrassment crossed his face, "well, you know. She refused and I tried pushing it in and then she bit me." Alucard couldn't help but sneer at the poor old bastard. "Other than that time, you've never touched her?" he elaborated a bit to make his question for clear. "You've never had sex with her?" Edmund dropped his head a bit and answered "no."
Unable to contain himself, the vampire lord let out another round of laughter. Caught up in his own madness, he began crushing Edmund Green's skull that had been caught between his hands. "Please! Don't!" a final pathetic plea passed the old man's lips before Alucard's teeth suddenly sank into his throat. The blood tasted awful, stagnant, and would leave a bad taste in his mouth. Memories flooded Alucard's being and confirmed that Edmund had been telling the truth. He was even able to catch a few brief images of the woman who'd made the old man into the most pitiful vampire to have ever lived.
Blood spray filled the room as the Hellsing agent shoved his arm through Mr. Green's chest and tore his heart out. Deep crimson rained down on him as he stood smiling. This mission had been far more I interesting than he could have imagined. The blood coursing through his veins felt like it was singing, stirring some of his more primal instincts. Smiling wickedly, he headed toward the door, eager to retrieve the woman he'd left alive and decide on what her fate would be.
Hello everyone! Sorry I stopped writing for a bit but life sometimes throws itself in your way. I hope everyone is enjoying the story thus far! Feel free to review, polite advice and constructive criticism are always welcome! See you all in the next chapter!