A/N: Sorry guys for being gone for so long. There were some issues I couldn't put off. I DON'T OWN HELLSING!
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Bright green eyes looked passively down at a trembling young man, on his knees, his lips quivering as his eyes grew watery, his gasps visible in the cool air of the night. Blood was dripping in thick globs from his gaping mouth and gathering in tiny puddles on the cement, some falling on the mangled corpse of the homeless woman that had been hiding in the abandoned building beside them. "Oh, God." The boy, looked up, on the verge of bursting into tears. "Help me, help me... Matthew, please! Please help me!"
"Oh, but Antony, I can't do that. Your mother would be angry with me, and plus, you're a man and must face the consequences of your actions." Matthew smiled cruelly down at the boy, who he had a right to call so since the man was a newborn fledgling. He sat back on his haunches, looking Antony with a scrutinizing eye. He felt no urge to protect him, rather he was looking forward to seeing him punished by his mother. 'Mother', Matthew snorted in annoyance, 'some mother indeed.'
"Bu-but, she'll be angry. M-mother will kill me!" Antony crawled toward Matthew, his eyes were gleaming red from feeding, but he could see that the boy wanted to be protected. Matthew smiled down at him, extended a hand to Antony as if to lift him from the ground, but just as the boy was about to reach for the elder vampire's hand, Matthew pushed him to the ground. "But!"
"Like I said, you're a man. Well, sort of. Face it and take your punishment!" Matthew raised one of his long legs to stomp on the boy's stomach, but paused when he felt two familiar presences behind him. "Damn it, and I was about to have some fun."
"Mathew." A voice called out softly from behind, causing him to turn to be greeted by the sight of Antony's 'mother'. A gorgeous woman with golden hair that split down the center fell down to her waist in soft waves, pale skin making her dark blue eyes seem so much darker, a deadly combination that Matthew knew she took full advantage of. Behind her stood a second female, but this one was an exotic creature from India, named Zahra by her so-called mother. Zahra was beautiful with her rich tan skin, thick black lashes lining her black eyes, with equally black hair that was swept to one side, reaching past her elbow, and she always moved as if she were floating silently. Actually, not only were her movements silent, she herself was silent, she's never made a noise since the moment he's met her, and it was her silence that brought fear into her victims.
Matthew looked back at Antony, motioning the boy to stand, and as he stood up Matthew looked over him. Antony was nothing like his 'sister', except that he was equally as beautiful. Indeed he was beautiful with his light brown hair that spiked about wildly, slightly tanned skin, and his eyes that were a unique gold. He was a tall young man, three inches shy of seven feet tall, and built, though not too bulky. Antony seemed the strongest of the entire group, but his shaking gave away his weakness. Matthew snorted as he leaned against a wall, ready for the show.
"Don't be too hard on your son, Alisha." Matthew chuckled when she walked passed him, giving him unreadable look. Yes, Alisha had become the creature that had threatened her all those years ago in that Paris bar. He recalled the time he fled, remembering the fear, the anger, the sorrow at losing his master, Jacque, but mostly he felt fear. He had run, but not far, hiding a couple buildings away. With his enhanced hearing he could hear Alisha when she was human, he could hear her wailing, her frantic cries of a monster. He had followed her, watching as she stumbled into people, begging that they kill the monster in the bar, shouting at the top of her lungs that everyone died. No one paid her any mind, thinking that she was crazy or after attention. Not until one of the men that had been drinking gasped out for help, blood splattered on his jacket, his eyes crazed as he soiled himself. People rushed to help the man, others ran to hide like idiots, and the rest fled to the scene, leaving Alisha alone in the street where she fell to her knees to cry. Matthew wondered what made him think about giving her the Blood. Maybe it was a way of taking revenge on the werewolf, or somewhere deep down he just didn't want to be alone. Regardless, he took the moment in which she was alone and fed on her, changing her while she cried, and he cried at everything that had happened.
"I will decide that, shwein. Like you said, he's my son. Now, Antony." 'Mother' called and Antony froze as she approached. Matthew smiled as she gripped the boy's face, examining the blood that dripped from his lips and onto his shirt now. "You fed." Alisha glanced at the body on the ground, not turning her face away from Antony's. "I told you that you weren't to feed for the next week without my permission after you disobeyed me the last time." She sighed, her hand dropping a little, but immediately the hand swung to backhand Antony into the wall. There was a loud crack, it seemed that it came from Antony's spine. He laid on the ground and didn't move, he probably knocked out and wouldn't be able to stand for the rest of the night. Alisha motioned to Zahra, and gracefully she moved to her brother's side and lifted him as if he weighed nothing. "Take him to the hotel, I will meet you once I've finished talking to Matthew." Alisha waved her daughter away and Matthew found himself alone with her.
"You're angry with me again, very angry if you put that much force into the blow." Matthew whistled as he examined the cracked wall. He smiled at Alisha as he returned to his place against the wall.
"Yes."
"Why this time?" He asked as he twirled a strand of his hair around his index finger.
"You let him feed." Alisha hissed out, glaring with her now red eyes. She gripped Matthew's collar and slammed him against the wall. "I told you to watch him, why did you not stop him?" Again Alisha slammed him, the wall chipping from the force.
"What right do I have to stop him from feeding? You were starving him for not allowing you to feed off him!" Matthew growled out, finally having enough of the bitch's nonsense. "Can't you get it through that twisted mind of yours that these experiments will get you nowhere near your goal!" Matthew tore away from Alisha's grasp, grasping one of her wrists and twisting it so that she hissed in pain.
"What I do is none of your concern, and you have no right to interfere." Alisha responded coldly, ignoring the pain when he had let go. "You will never understand the lengths I will go to have my children and kill that man!"
"Of course I do! I watched as you took Zahra as an infant from that small village near Calicut when we passed through India, and Antony when he was but a small child from Turin as we went through Italy. These 'children' are nothing more than slaves, things that you raised for the purpose of obeying you and serving to aid you as weapons against your werewolf lover who's most likely dead!"
"He is not dead! When we entered Germany I smelt it, the smell of a werewolf. I know he's alive, and he will pay for what he did to me." Alisha roared back. "He was a monster! He drew creatures like you and led me to this! I can never be normal, just a disgusting monster!" She added. Alisha shut her eyes and breathed in and out, wanting to calm herself.
"Yes, you really are a monster, but that was of your own accord. You are the worst creature that has walked this Earth. You are the only one to steal children and raise them in fear, making them believe that that is love! Finally when they reached the peak of physical perfection, and reached twenty you gave them the Blood. Look at Zahra, she came out perfect. So very obedient to her mother's wishes, a daughter to be proud of. Antony isn't like her, he doesn't love you, he fears you, so much he would even disobey you to preserve his own life."
"Then why didn't he run?" Alisha leaned on the wall beside Matthew, looking at him from the edge of her eye.
"I don't know, maybe he grew too scared, maybe he realized that he couldn't escape you."
"Or I trained him well enough." Alisha added with a smirk. "Somewhere deep down he sees that he loves me."
"No, he will never love you. Unlike Zahra, he's seen the human world before you tore him away from it." Matthew finished, chuckling as he walked away from Alisha who remained in the alley. He would return to the room they rented at the first hotel they came across when they entered Germany to watch the 'children', waiting for Alisha to return. Matthew felt a little bad for whatever poor fool was out at this hour of night. Her fury was something ugly, and it made her a true monster.
A/N: Again, sorry for the delay in updating, and the shortness of the chapter. Hopefully I'll be able to update faster. Please read and review, and if there are any mistakes please leave a comment so I can correct it. Much appreciated!
-Baron
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