A/N: Thank you QueenSoledad for the review! I really appreciate reviews such as yours that help me improve my stories. Do not be fooled by chapter 1 though. It may have started like the original Hellsing anime but is it going to continue like that? No. In fact, chapter 2 has elements of Hellsing Ultimate. My story is going to have mixtures of both as well as my own elements.
I am proud to say I am reading the manga for the first time! I am currently on volume 7. In my opinion, Alucard is more hilarious in the manga than the anime. Does anyone else think so?
Here is the fourth chapter to Sealed Nightmare! Please leave reviews and any suggestions for future chapters. I would really be grateful for any reviews or suggestions for my next chapter. Again, I do need ideas for what Alucard should call Freya besides "Goth Girl." Enjoy!
Freya was rushing out the door nearly tripping while she was putting her boots on. She grabbed her keys as a man came from behind yelling at her while reaching for her arm. Freya was nearly free until he caught her.
"Let go of me Des," she screamed at the man who was now hovering over her with his blue eyes meeting hers.
"You're going to stay right here!"
"Let go of me you son of a bitch, I'm not your property" she struggled to pull away and slaps him with her free hand.
Before her hand had a chance to make any sort of contact with the man's face, he caught her by the wrist. The man smiled as he grips onto Freya's wrists tightly making her drop the keys and pulls her close to him. He could see the fear in her eyes. All he could think was how weak and helpless the girl was. He then gives Freya a strong shove against the corner of the room making her hit her head on the door hinges. The sudden impact took Freya by surprise and made her incredibly dizzy as she slides to the floor with her head pounding. Now she was unable to focus on anything and in a daze.
The man knelt next to her running a hand over her cheek wiping a tear away that managed to escape Freya's eyes, "You made me do it. If I didn't you would have left me." He grabs her, picking her up so she was over his shoulder.
"Desmond," Freya's voice was weak. "Please let me go. Let me be happy. We're over."
"That's where you are wrong Freya," he brought her to a room and laid her on the bed. "We aren't over until I say we are. Now I am going to leave you here so you can think about what you've done," Desmond walks out and shutting the door.
Freya could barely move without getting a horrible dizzy spell that was so bad that she would almost pass out. She was sure that she had a concussion. She just laid there wondering how she ever got into this mess. Desmond, her boyfriend that she has been trying to break up with could not get the message that she is done with his games. All he has ever done was toy with her and her emotions. She was sure he was a psychopath, doing what he wanted not caring who he hurts to accomplish his goals. She was always afraid to leave him, feeling trapped in their relationship. Desmond claimed to be suffering with severe depression and even went to the hospital for it. His arms were covered in scars from old and new cuts. He even went as far as to cut in front of her one. She was afraid if she left, he would hurt himself or even possibly kill himself. What was she supposed to do? Desmond had lied to her, deceived her, and cheated on her multiple times. Now that she finally had the guts to end things, he decided to become abusive.
Tears ran down Freya's face. She could not live like this. She searched her pockets for her cell phone so she could call for help. No such luck, her phone must have fallen out of her pocket or Desmond took it when she was dazed. After several long minutes, she managed to roll off the bed when her head felt better. Slowly she crawled to the door trying to fight the spinning room. She reached for the handle and gave it a twist. Locked. Freya laid on the floor in defeat until she gathered enough strength to get to her feet using any furniture around to help and made her way toward the window. Weakly she opened it and pushed the screen off. She looked out making sure no one was around to see what she was bout to do, she was on the third story of the apartment building after all. Slowly she sat on the edge of the window with her legs dangling out. She looked at the ground knowing the jump would not kill her but might break a few bones. She did not want to die but to be able to get away from Desmond. Freya takes few deep breaths to calm the nerves and anxiety that was yelling at her the dangers of jumping and glaces up to see Alucard standing on the sidewalk looking up at her smiling. She knew the man looked familiar somehow but could not put a name to him or knew how she knew him. She turns around at the bedroom door hearing Desmond getting closer then looks back to see Alucard was gone as if he just disappeared. He was nowhere to be seen.
Desmond was now at the door unlocking it. Panic took over. Freya closes her eyes and pushes herself out the window bracing for impact.
. . .
Freya jumps awake with that feeling that she just landed on her bed. It was all a dream, a memory of her human life, for the most part anyway. It took a few moments for her to process that she was now awake. Freya was tired for she could barely stay asleep throughout the day. She slowly got to her feet and went to peek out the door. For how dark the room and hallway were, she could see everything perfectly.
She began to wonder about, exploring her surroundings, to map out the place. She found a set of stairs that lead to the main floor that she remembers going up the previous day to Integra's office. She did not go up the stairs but began to wonder a little more not paying any attention where she was going. She ran into a set of doors. She slowly opened them to only reveal a set of stairs to lead further beneath the mansion. Freya followed the stairs down with the stone cold beneath her feet.
She came across a big, mostly empty room. In the middle of the room was a chair with a tall back and a side table with two empty wine glasses with a bottle of wine, or perhaps it was filled with blood. The room seemed to be the darkest place in the mansion. Freya continued to wonder around the room and when near the back of the room she came across a black coffin. It was almost invisible, blending in the darkness. On the coffin was some writing in white, "The Bird of Hermes is my name, eating my wings to make me tame."
Freya ran some fingers over the smooth surface, "What are you doing?"
She jumps and turns to the voice. Alucard was standing behind her. Where did he come from? "Oh, good evening. I was just wondering around, trying to get to know the place." Alucard just stares wearing his sunglasses and hat. Freya starts feeling awkward, "I'm guessing this room is yours isn't it?" He nods. She looks back at the coffin, "So, the coffin then, I guess that myth is true. Do we have to sleep in one?"
"If you don't you will grow weak. A coffin is a coffin unless it is filled with the soil of your birthplace. Yours should be arriving soon."
She looks up to her master, "Well, I hope it looks as nice as yours then. If not, I'll paint it or something so it does."
Alucard smirks, "Are you finally accepting what you have become?"
"Maybe. Or maybe it's the fact that I know I'll never be who I was. The fact that I'm no longer human is still sinking in. I'm curious though as to what vampire myths are and aren't true. I guess I'll figure it out in due time."
"Oh Miss Freya, there you are," Walter spoke from the bottom of the stairs. "Pardon my intrusion Alucard. I was looking for Freya."
Alucard steps towards the chair and sits, leaning back, "Yes. Good evening Walter."
"And a good evening to you. Freya, I have some clothes for you in your room that I believe you would like better for today. I also brought some catalogs you can look through so you can select your own for the future."
Freya smiles, "Thank you Walter. If you don't mind me asking, where is the washroom? I would love a shower."
"Of course, this way," Walter leads as Freya follows leaving Alucard to himself.
Walter shows Freya the washroom that happens to be close to her room. He shows her where the towels are kept, the laundry hamper, shampoo and conditioner, soap, and any other necessities. Once Walter leaves, Freya grabs the clothes he left and smiles. He was right about them being better.
She hops in the steamy shower, washing her hair when she remembers her hand from the night before. She looks at it seeing it was completely healed, no marks as if she never hurt it. Then she looks at where she was shot and it was the same way, healed. No proof it ever happened. She looked over her body remembering the scars she had when she was human. Gone, her skin was flawless. Next she felt her leg and ribs, remembering the jump from the window when she tried breaking up with Desmond. It was as if she never broke a bone in her body. She smiled to herself.
Once showered and dressed, Freya dried her hair with a towel and brushed it. Afterward she brushed her teeth. She opened the door and went to her room, hoping up on the bed looking through the catalogs Walter had left along with a marker. Freya began circling everything that fit her style and crossing out everything that she would die before wearing. She wondered how long it would take for her to receive her new wardrobe and how she was going to pay Integra back.
Once satisfied with her decisions on her clothes, Freya went up to the main floor. What a huge lobby. She stood behind the banister on the steps looking around. She never seen or been in a mansion before. Freya slowly walks the rest of the way up seeing two guards watching her at the front door. Well, this just got awkward.
Freya looks up another set of stairs leading to the second floor spotting Walter, "Walter!"
"Freya, I didn't think you'd be ready so soon. Good. Sir Integra would like a word with you. This way," he walks down the stairs leading Freya through a hallway to Integra's office.
"I would get lost without you Walter. I need a map just to find my way around." Walter chuckled under his breath, "Oh, I looked through the catalogs and I've circled everything that would work. I left them on my bed with a note of a couple special requests."
"Very well. I'll see to what we can get for you." He opened a set of doors, "Sir Integra, she is ready for you."
"Thank you Walter," Integra was smoking her cigar while dealing with some papers at her desk.
Walter takes his spot off to the side in the room as Freya stands in front of the desk, "Evening."
"Good evening. Now that you're up, first thing first, your training. We have a shooting range set up for you. You're going to obviously learn how to handle, take care of, and shoot a gun. Later it will be swordsmanship and hand-to-hand combat. Afterward it will be anything else we may see fit. Walter will be the one to train you."
"No," Alucard appears out of the darkness from thin air. "I will be the one to train her."