A/N: Ello again.
Well I just watched two of the most depressing animated movies I've ever seen. 'Plague Dogs' and 'Watership Down'. The old way of animation, not the new CGI bullshit. They're not really for little kids, due to violence and the aforementioned really depressing endings. But really, check them out. Sad but great, ya know?
AH! I LOVE THE FACT THAT THIS LAPTOP PLAYS DVDS! Oh god, it's so great to have Hellsing RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY FACE. Yes…
Oh I have stumbled on so much great Hellsing AMVs…improper English but I don't care.
Ewg…flies…FLIES IN MY ROOM. Little bastards get in every summer…I HATE ME SOME FLIES!
The following has no importance to anyone. Most of these notes don't…
I had to go to the eye doctor. AGAIN. FOR FOUR HOURS. I shall now relate the story of the ninth circle of hell to you.
Mmkay. We waited there, in a room full (I mean full; we had to stand because there were no chairs left) of old people and small children, for the first hour. Then, we were taken back, I had drops put in my eyes (take note; when I get drops in my eyes, I squeak and convulse-jump). I took the standard 'read the line' test. The dude says 'oh, the first drops wore off by now' so he put MORE burning drops in my eyes. Then he brings out what appeared to be a blood pressure machine with a little nub on the end instead of a cuff. He says 'we're gonna measure the thickness of your corneas.' Which I was aware meant 'I'm gonna shove this thing directly onto the surface of your eyeball.' I, in turn, had a mini freak-out and got out of it. I've learned to use the fact that when I panic, I look REALLY pathetic and can usually get out of things. So we go into the second waiting room. Oh yes, the second waiting room; they have two separate waiting rooms. Three if you count that the second is divided a bit. We wait there for another hour. Then we go into an examination room, wait there for about 45 minutes. Then the nurse comes in and put more of the same drops in. I'm still convulse-jumping from this by the way. She leaves. Ten minutes later, she and the doctor come in. And guess what they tell me? THE FUCKING DROPS WORE OFF! OH ISN'T THIS FUN JEN?! HERE, HAVE SOME MORE FUCKING DROPS INTO YOUR EYEBALLS! THEY NUMB YOUR EYES BY MAKING YOU CONCENTRATE ON THIS HIDEOUS BURNING SENSATION RATHER THAN SHIT WE'RE SHOVING INTO YOUR RETINAS! HA-HA-HA!
Right. So they bring out this machine 'this is gonna go on the surface of you eye!' he says. Ah, fun. He tries it, and I jump away just as it touches me because it fucking hurts to get poked in the eye. He tries again with similar results. Guess how they remedy this situation? That's right. More eye drops. By this time, we've reached the seventh circle of hell. He does the test in another five minutes, bringing me into the eighth circle. Oh but there's more.
Now they're gonna take pictures of my eyes. 'Oh, okay.' I think 'this doesn't sound so bad…' FOUR MORE DROPS, THESE ONES BURN INTENTIONALLY. I go BACK into the waiting room while my eyes dilate. They tell me when I leave to not look at bright light, obviously because my pupils can't contract. They proceed to bring me into a room, sit me down on a chair, and for ten, yes ten, minutes, I counted, SHINE A HORRIBLY BLINDING LIGHT INTO MY EYE. Awesome. So now one eye is blind, and they say 'oh darn, we can't get these pictures right now. Go wait more till your pupils dilate a bit further.' We wait. They take me back in juuuust as I regain sight in that eye. I loose it soon afterwards. The other eye takes another ten minutes, blinding that one. I found the ninth circle.
Hahaha…you know what's really funny? It turns out that there's nothing wrong with me, and they didn't think there was anything wrong with me to begin with. Hahahaha! We just took these tests to charge you money! Oh isn't that funny?! FUCK YOU, OTOMETRIST.
Sorry this note's so long, but if I didn't write this I may have gone insane. I'll make up with a lengthy chapter. Aren't you lucky?
Oh, um, I guess I'll warn ya; what one could say is graphic description of dead things is happening. There. There's a warning. Don't get all pissy with me now.
Waking up in darkness was not unusual for me. After all, I had no windows in my room, so with the door closed, I woke up in pitch-darkness. It was when I reached out to turn my on light but my hand met a silky, padded wall that I began to freak out.
I grabbed the blanket to throw it off, when I recognized the material. A soft, yet heavy cloth which I knew to be blood-red. Alucard's coat.
Oh, right. I was in his coffin. Waking up in a coffin was a slightly disturbing thought, but as long as it wasn't six feet under, I guess its okay. He surprised me last night; letting me in here. I had placed that in my mental list of 'Things I Should Never Even Friggin' Look At'. And now he let me sleep in it. My whole world has been flipped upside down. Forty days of darkness, seas will boil, frogs will fall from the sky, men will run down the street aflame, dogs and cats will be living together, I'll stop exaggerating. Or not.
It was then I realized I was lying half on the soft, pillow-like floor of the coffin and half on…what was this? Marble? It felt smooth and solid enough. I ran my hand over the raised stone and felt it curve like muscles on an ancient sculpture. Except this was moving; breathing. This…this was not marble…
My breath caught in my throat. I was lying on a shirtless Alucard…my God…
My fingertips slid over his cold and rock-hard skin; he had abs.
Why? Why is there no light? The one, solitary time I don't have my iPod to illuminate my surroundings, there is a half-naked and very attractive vampire sleeping next to me. Of course. Is it karma? Have I done something wrong?
I sighed, knowing if I tried to slide the lid of the coffin off to let in some light, not only would I fail miserably, but I would wake him up.
I laid my head on his shoulder, noting with fascination that that comforting scent of his came not from his clothes or cologne but from his skin…did all vampires smell this nice…? Well if they did, I am slightly more screwed than I was ten minutes ago.
This mission tonight…I wasn't so afraid of it anymore. I was certain he wouldn't let anything touch me; he said there were only like five ghouls and one vampire. Apparently that was a small mission…
But still; he would protect me. I knew that I could actually trust him again. And knowing that made me feel ecstatic. Being ecstatic apparently made me lose my senses.
I wiggled up as far as I could in his hold, which was eye-level with his cheek. That would do; I craned my head up. I knew what I was about to do was stupid, but I really didn't care. I took a breath; praying he wouldn't wake up. He'd kill me.
I softly pressed my lips to a spot just above his jaw line. I held the kiss for only a second; fearing his reaction. I bent my head down, nuzzling against the side of his neck, shyness making heat rise on my face. Maybe it was cheating; sneaking a kiss while he was asleep. But trying that when he was conscious would give him a fine excuse to eat me. And…I would never be able to kiss him while he was awake, would I?
As quickly as I had become overjoyed, I had become depressed. Coming to this realization…hurt. The knowledge came crashing down heavily on me. I felt my jaw tightened involuntarily against the choking misery. Knowing he would never love me…how could he? He's a vampire, centuries old. I'm a sixteen year-old girl who he probably finds more annoying than entertaining. The only way he'd love me was between his fangs.
I whimpered, trying desperately not to break down. I knew I was close; I was shaking and tears burned behind my eyes, so close to spilling down my face. I dug my nails into my palms in a last-ditch effort to keep myself from crying.
It didn't work.
A tear slid down the side of my face and became lost in his hair. I quickly turned my head, burying my face in the soft black fluff that had just engulfed the physical proof of my sorrow. I quietly cursed my hormones for screwing with my emotions in such an extreme. It didn't make me feel any better.
"Mmm…" Soon came his low hum as he woke up. I felt the reverberation of the sound in his chest. He turned on his side, curling his other arm around me. He held me against his chest as a suit materialized onto his formerly bare skin. Dammit. "My dear, while I'm not going to lie and tell you the scent of your grief doesn't hold a certain appeal; it's no way for you to wake up." His hand glided up my back to twirl a lock of my hair around his finger, release it, and come to a rest on the back of my neck.
What do I say to him? If he hasn't already read my mind, I'd rather not admit that I was this pathetic. I just kept quiet and bit down on my bottom lip.
"Pura," he murmured "if I didn't want you around, you wouldn't be. I'm well able to kill you, and the fact that I choose not to should tell you that you're worth something to me…"
Damn it he did read my mind! But he was right…maybe there was hope for me. I relaxed, cuddling against him, feeling much better almost immediately; his voice seemed to have the effect on me…was that a good thing or a bad thing?
He chuckled, tilting my head back gently by his grip on the back of my neck. He leaned in, the glow of his eyes seeming to get brighter as he neared my neck. His arms around me, keeping me still; the fact that I was completely trapped unsettled me. I'm not sure why, he usually had me bound up when he did this, why should it scare me now?
I forgot about all of that when his cold breath spread over my throat. I felt him move up my neck. The tip of his tongue touched my jaw line and traced halfway up my cheek; along the path of my tear. I gasped; my back arching involuntarily. He laughed that deep, rumbling laugh of his, and my nails dug into the silk lining of the coffin as the muscles in my hand (and entire body for that matter) tensed.
I didn't get it; he was drinking my tears, and probably enjoying it; a true demonstration of mercilessness…and I loved it. What the hell is wrong with me?!
Once he was evidently done with the taste of my anguish, he drew his tongue back in and moved back to my throat. His nose just barely touched my neck as he moved his head back and forth, inhaling.
"This, however, is a much better wake-up call…" He purred. "I trust it's an improvement for you as well?" He smirked; I could feel it against my skin.
"Yeah…" I whispered.
He chuckled, his grip loosening. "And at that; we both need to get up. We're moving out in about two hours."
He slid the coffin lid off, the candles outside already lit, almost certainly for my benefit. I noticed that although he pushed the lid aside soundlessly and with his fingertips, it tipped to the ground and hit the floor loudly; damn that thing was heavy…and he was terrifyingly strong.
He sat up and yawned, his fangs looking especially menacing in the flickering candlelight. He looked down at me with a grin, hearing my heart speed up.
He climbed out smoothly and I sat up, the 'I'm in a friggin coffin' feeling sinking in again. I wasn't exactly sure how to get out of this thing…coffins aren't generally made for getting out of.
He plucked me out of the coffin effortlessly with a chuckle.
He walked towards the door and turned back towards me before he phased through it.
"Are you coming?"
"Huh? Where are we going?" He said the mission was in like two hours…
"It's a male vampire; I'm going to get some breakfast. You should do the same."
Well as long as I'm not breakfast… "Ah. Good idea." I followed him, and was halfway down the hallway when something hit me. I stopped, and stared after him with a 'wait, what?' look.
"Wait, what?!" I voiced my expression as he looked back at me: still standing in the middle of the hallway. "If it was a girl vampire…you'd…"
"Eat her? Probably, if I have the chance." He said, as if this was something I should have known. Jesus! My expression changed from questioning to horrified in an instant. He'd eat another vampire? And only if it was a girl?
"That's…okay that's just fucking creepy, Alucard."
He grinned evilly. "Oh yes, I know." He suddenly appeared right in front of me and leaned down, eyes and fangs gleaming terrifyingly; it paralyzed me. "Does that frighten you? That I'll happily devour my own kind?" I backed towards the wall; he followed my every step, looming over me. When I hit the wall, he placed his hands on it, arms on either side of my head…trapping me. "Or is it that I prefer females? Come now; it's not my fault that your kind's blood tastes so much sweeter." I cringed, turning my head to the side. He lowered his own head and I soon felt his lips press against the side of my neck. He continued, and I could feel his fangs graze my skin, so close to breaking through and spilling my blood. "When I say 'female', do you see yourself? If you were to see me drain a woman, would it bring back memories of your own…experiences? It shouldn't; there's a crucial difference between you and them:" He chuckled, accompanied by a wide grin; I could feel the outline of every fang. "I haven't met a vampire whose blood smelled nearly as appetizing as yours. And I don't think I ever will. No, my dear, you're one-of-a-kind as a human, demon, or whatever you are. It doesn't much matter to me; your blood is delicious regardless of the mysterious and perhaps almost extinct species you belong to." Fuck! He is going to make me his breakfast!
I whimpered and pressed harder against the wall; trying in vain to get away. He just went along with me, if anything getting closer. "Do you think I'm going to eat you, little one? Do you believe I'm just going to wrench your head back and sink my fangs into your throat right here in this hallway without warning?"
Uh, yeah. Yeah I do. I couldn't speak, but trust me, if I was in any condition to do so, it would be sarcastically.
He laughed. "Oh no; if I'm about to bite you, you'll know it." The way he said that made my blood run cold. He noticed the spike in my heart rate. "Something wrong?" He whispered in a way that left me no choice but to answer.
"What are you planning…?"
"I'm not planning anything." He murmured, leaning away with a smirk. I didn't believe him. At all.
He moved away further, looking my frightened form over, that same infuriating yet impossible to resist smirk on his face. The smirk changed into a grin and he pulled his arms back to his sides.
Laughing, he turned and continued down the hallway. I hesitated, wondering what the fuck just happened. I wonder if he's this confusing to everyone, or it's just me. I caught up with him, looking up warily to try and figure him out. Any attempt at this has thus far proved useless, and I don't know why I thought it would work now. He just walked on, acting as if he didn't just scare the hell out of me.
Three minutes and a few 'Hey let's just melt through the friggin floor with no forewarning'-s later, we reached a kitchen. He motioned for me to go in, and proceeded to watch me put a waffle in the toaster. It was making me self-conscious, and freaking me out. That probably was his plan anyway.
I turned around, leaning on the counter and watched him take a packet of medical blood out of the fridge. I still haven't seen him drink blood (other than my own, but I think that's a little different). He caught me watching him, and I pretended to study the toaster. He laughed, not fooled.
"Curious, are you?"
"It's a possibility…" I felt awkward. On the other hand, I don't think Alucard knew what awkward meant…
"For your benefit I'll use a glass…" He grabbed a glass from the cabinet and poured the blood into it, though I didn't even see him cut the bag. He held the half empty bag in one hand and picked up the glass in the other. Unfortunately the glass was clear. I eyed the red liquid, thinking of V8 juice…which I will never drink in this house now.
The toaster popped and I looked away, picking up the waffle (and burning my hand). When I turned back, he was leaning on the counter, grinning, the bag and glass completely empty. Jesus, that was a lot of blood, and I only turned away for a second! How did I not die when he bit me?!
He chuckled and took another pouch out of the fridge. Note to self: do not store any pouch-contained drinks in the fridge.
I shook my head, giving up and concentrating on my waffle and jumping up to sit on the counter. He tucked the blood packet into some hidden pocket inside his coat and watched me gnaw on the waffle, bringing back the 'self-conscious' thing.
"Alucard, ya know that whole 'creepy' thing I mentioned earlier? Well you're doin' it again. In case you didn't know." I said sarcastically.
"Oh am I?" He asked, grinning wickedly.
"Yes." I looked away, trying to escape any paralyzing hypnosis.
He gave a low chuckle. "Eat your waffle." He commanded. I complied, hopping down off the counter afterwards.
"Well now what?" I asked; an hour and a half to go…
"Now you scurry off and get dressed. Wings out, please; you're going to need your ice. And try to mentally prepare yourself for the bloodshed."
"Alright…" I left, making my way back down to my room. How exactly does one prepare themselves for bloodshed? And what do I need my ice for; aren't I using a gun?
Upon reaching my room I brushed my teeth and got a shower, thinking in the back of my mind that I'm probably gonna want one when I get back too…
I put my pre-ripped shirt on over my wings; they made it for me to fly in. It had a large hole in the middle of my back and a little Hellsing emblem on the sleeve. I don't know if it's the best idea to advertise that I work for Hellsing, what with the murderous vampires everywhere who would love to get their hands(fangs, I mentally corrected) on Hellsing personnel.
Half an hour left…damn this was stressful…
I decided to lie on my bed, stare at the ceiling, and try to 'prepare' myself.
"Ready to go?" A voice spoke out from right next to me. I yelped and fell off the bed, noticing from the floor the vampire who had previously been lying next to me.
"Yeah…I guess…" No, I was not! I wanna stay here where it's relatively safe and zombie-free.
He put his hand out to me, looking at me over the edge of my bed. I took it, and he was instantly on his feet and tossing me onto his back.
"I can get there much faster than a car or helicopter." He explained. I don't know if I really wanna get there faster…
Shadows wrapped around me, securing me to his back. I smiled at the familiar feeling. "I kinda missed this…" I said quietly.
"So did I." He murmured back before taking off with that rushing feeling that I did not miss at all.
We passed through the floors rapidly, making me dizzy. He had jumped up to the roof, and once there he looked around, strolled leisurely to on edge and leapt off. I gasped and hid my eyes in his hair. I may be able to fly, but my wings were bound up, and crashing to the ground will indeed kill me. He began running, the wind making my hair tangle, but his stayed perfectly in place; other than the usual gentle waving that was now tickling my face and neck. That was always there, regardless of wind.
My arms were wrapped around his neck and I hugged him.
"Nervous, my dear?" He asked, looking back.
"Did you expect me not to be?" I peeked out of his hair at him.
"Of course not. But try to calm down; your fear will attract attention you don't want."
"But you would love it?"
He just smiled, fangs flashing in the darkness.
After a while, he began to slow down. I looked out, to find we were in the woods, and though my eyes were already adjusted to the darkness, I still couldn't see very well.
His movements now turned into a stalk; he moved slowly and silently, sniffing at the air. He stopped.
"Here." He stated, setting me on the ground in the middle of a clearing. He turned and held out a gun. "Be careful; this one has a fairly powerful kick for you."
I didn't really hear him; I was too distracted by the smell of the air. It stank of blood and the repulsive scent of rotting meat; it was so strong I almost gagged. Flies buzzed deafeningly somewhere close.
I took the handgun and the two magazines he pulled out of his pocket and offered to me. "God, and you have such an acute sense of smell! How do you stand it?!" I tugged my shirt up to cover my nose.
"I enjoy the scent of blood. The rot; well, as a vampire you get used to it quickly." He replied, pulling my shirt back down. "And you'd do well to get used to it too. You can't fight like that." His head snapped up. "Ah, there's more…"
"What? More what?!" Please don't say ghouls. Please don't say ghouls. Please don't say ghouls.
"Ghouls."
"Son of a bitch!" I couldn't help yelling. He laughed quietly at my outburst.
He pulled out his gun and looked into the trees. "And here they come."
I heard the groaning that came straight from a zombie movie. I whimpered and took a step closer to him. I saw a shape stumble clumsily out of the trees, approaching slowly. I soon saw the graying flesh of the ghoul, a man. Its now sharpened teeth were a dull yellowing color and its eyes shone purple. A jagged bone stuck sickly out of its leg, the source of its pronounced limp. The ghoul's clothes were tattered, hanging off its body. I saw exposed ribs and a putrid, wet looking slop inside it where something had torn its midsection open. It got closer and I heard the putrid, wet looking slop; a disgusting squishing noise. I wanted so badly to sink to my knees and throw up, but Alucard held me up.
"Shoot it. Hit its head or its heart; if its well aimed that gun can destroy it in one shot." The thing reached out, not close enough to reach me, but I suppose ghouls don't have the best depth perception. "It's not a person anymore, Pura." Well yeah, I could see that. It didn't even seem like it was once human; this thing was repulsive. So that wasn't the problem.
The problem was that I was in shock. I hadn't expected a ghoul to look so…real, I guess. I didn't think it would be so grotesque. And the smell of this horrid thing. The wind had picked up. It was so bad it made my eyes burn and I could taste the bile rising in my throat.
I just stood there, frozen. The thing moved closer, moaning. Its outstretched hands were almost at my throat.
"KILL IT!" Alucard snarled. I jumped, raising my gun and shooting blindly at the ghoul that had been only inches from me. It howled deeply and leaned back, a large hole in its chest. It fell to the ground in front of us and was still.
I took a horrified breath and stepped backwards.
Alucard pushed me a step forwards. "Don't let them get so close." He hissed "Suppose that one had a gun! Shoot as soon as you see them or you'll become one of them!"
I squeaked fearfully at such a thought.
"Get ready, here comes another one."
He was right; a second monster came staggering out of the forest. This one was in about the same shape as the last; clothing in shreds, gray, rotting flesh.
"Shoot it now, Pura!" He yelled.
I pulled the trigger, noticing the kick this time. The ghoul's head exploded, and it was close enough for me to see the brain, riddled with the white grain-like specks that were maggots and so decomposed it seemed liquid, explode out of the bullet hole. Upon seeing this I gagged, wanting to puke. Alucard shook me by the grip on the back on my shirt.
"No. You can be sick later; now is the time for fighting."
The gun clattered slightly as my hand trembled. Moaning sounded from behind me and I spun around to find the ghoul far too close. I shrieked and pulled the trigger, missing a vital spot and hitting it in the stomach. Another sickening odor hit me as the thing lurched forward, its rotten fingertips grazing across my shirt. I screamed and shot again, hitting it in the head; black, clotted blood spattered across my face. I gasped, trying to suppress another attempt at throwing up.
That ghoul had gotten so close…it had touched me…and Alucard didn't bat an eye! Well what the fuck was he even here for if he wasn't gonna help me?!
I began to hyperventilate, something I really didn't want to do; the air was so foul with the smell of decay my mind told me it had to be toxic. I moved closer to Alucard, against his side. Even if he wasn't going to help me, I felt a little better being closer to him. He looked down at me; I guess he felt me shaking.
"Kill them before they get that close…You're doing alright for your first mission, just keep them at a distance." He scanned the area quickly. "There.' He pointed to a spot in the trees; I couldn't see anything at first. I looked up at him and back at the spot. "Can't see it?" He murmured.
"No…"
His hand on my back, he led me forward a few steps. I suddenly saw the dull purple glow of the thing's eyes. It seemed too low to the ground…My eyes adjusted to the dark, and I saw what it was doing.
It had a severed human arm in its mouth.
"Oh, God…" I covered my mouth and took a step back.
The horrible thing looked up, fixing its gaze on me. It staggered to its feet, carrying the arm.
I yelped, shooting now before it could get any closer. I missed completely with the first shot but the second one blew a hole in its side.
"Not good enough…" I heard Alucard mutter.
I pulled the trigger again, but the gun only produced a clicking noise. I tried again in a panic, the ghoul still shambling forward, though at an even slower pace.
"Pura! Reload!" Alucard commanded.
I fumbled with the magazine, nearly dropping it before reloading the gun, the thing moving ever closer. With the third shot I felled the ghoul finally.
"H-how many more are there?"
"Four, I'd say…the vampire is lying low…it seems he's been told of me…" He grinned.
"Four…" I groaned. I can't take much more of this.
From the corner of my eye I saw movement. "Is that one?" I asked him.
He nodded, smirking.
I aimed the gun this time, pointing it between the eyes that were coming into view. I held my breath and shot it, hearing its re-dying moan as the creature fell. It wasn't so sickening when I couldn't really see the rotted beast.
I heard shuffling from behind me; too close behind me. I wheeled around, my wings brushing against Alucard, to find a ghoul reaching for my throat and about to succeed.
Alucard just stood there as a monster tried to tear my neck open. I jumped away from its clawing hands, only to be stopped by crashing into something unspeakably squishy behind me. I turned, looking at the bloody moaning thing that had snuck up on me. I shot it in a panic as I felt the other ghoul grab my wings and tug viciously on them; threatening to rip then right out of my back. I shrieked, unable to turn around well enough to hit it.
I felt its rotted fingers run through my hair, bare bone scraping against my neck.
"ALUCARD!" I screamed, begging him in a sickeningly familiar way.
The deafening sound of his gun rang out, the grip on my wings and in my hair going limp and falling away as the ghoul thumped to the ground.
"Never turn your back on them like that!" He shouted.
"S-sorry…"
Two more ghouls appeared at the edge of the clearing. I missed, using the rest of my magazine before killing them.
"Is that all of them?" God I hope so…
Alucard turned his head up, sniffing at the air.
"Yes...that's all of them. Now you stay here, I'll be right back." He took off, disappearing into the forest, leaving me in a state of high panic about being deserted.
A loud screeching pierced the air, causing me to yelp in surprise, jumping. Of course, because of the whole 'wings' deal, I leapt about ten feet into the air, my wings flicking reflexively. I crashed to the ground painfully. I opened my eyes to find the body of a ghoul right in front of my face.
Scrambling to my feet, I staggered off to the side, trying not to throw up.
I eventually got control of myself, just as Alucard's voice purred out of the shadows.
"Pura, it's me." At least he had the decency to warn me for once.
His footsteps, normally soundless, were now audible. As he got closer I noticed that it wasn't his footsteps, but that he was dragging something that was fighting against him. I squinted at him, not seeing the thing. Was it another ghoul…? It was person-shaped, but that didn't mean much.
He stood in front of me. "I got you something." He said with a smirk. He tossed the thing he was carrying in front of me and it groaned in pain.
This wasn't a ghoul. For one, it wasn't decomposed like they were. And it was actually registering pain…
Alucard reached out and took the gun out of my hand. "Kill him. Use your ice and pierce his heart."
I stepped back in alarm; this was the vampire.
"I've torn most of his organs out; he's not going to hurt you." Alucard stated as if this was something normal. The vampire writhed at my feet, his midsection an undistinguishable bloody mess.
Ice crawled slowly along my lower arm; hesitant in response to my emotions. The vampire turned over, looking up at me; blood dribbled from the corner of his mouth. He locked eyes with me; eyes full of pain and fear.
I couldn't kill him…he was too…I don't know, aware. The ghouls; they were just mindless, but him…I could see that he was once human…
"Kill him, Pura. He's the one who controlled the ghouls to attack you, and turned those pitiful humans into ghouls in the first place. He devoured eight humans, and would have done the same to you before you even knew he was near you. If that doesn't convince you, at least put him out of his misery. He can't heal himself, and will lie here until the vultures slowly work their way to his heart or until the sun rises in…six hours and slowly burns him to death. It'll make the blood he has left boil, Pura. Just kill him now and, though many would think he deserves that, he won't have to suffer through it."
The vampire coughed weakly, more blood spurting from his mouth.
I still balked, and Alucard frowned.
"Pura, either you or he will die before sunrise. And he's not going to die by my hand." I took a step away from him and the other vampire. "Kill him soon, or I may just get to bite a female's neck tonight after all..." He moved towards me, looking me over hungrily.
I glanced down at the vampire, and back up to Alucard. I took a breath and, moving nervously out of Alucard's path, went to kneel by the vampire. I heard Alucard walk up behind me, watching.
I pushed the vampire onto his back, feeling sick again. I closed my eyes for a second, opening them and placing my razor-sharp ice-clawed fingertips over the spot where his heart would be.
Holding my breath, I drew my hand back and thrust it forward like I was taught, ripping through his chest. The vampire howled in pain, blood gushing from the wound. I whimpered looking away.
"Wrong side." Alucard growled from behind me.
"Oh God…"
"Finish him off! Now, Pura!"
I cried out and tore my hand trough the other side of his chest, almost blindly.
More blood rushed out of his chest, splashing on me. I yelped and jumped away as his body melted into dust and blew away on the wind.
I stayed there, shaking on my hands and knees, feeling intensely sick. I staggered back to my feet, and walked over to a tree, leaning on it.
I threw up, bitter acid burning my throat.
"You ass… why'd you tell me to eat breakfast…?" I moaned.
He chuckled, ignoring my question. "You did fairly well. Better than the soldiers usually do, but I'm willing to bet their training is quite different."
I whimpered, not really caring about the soldier's training right now. I leaned my head against the tree, and felt Alucard run his fingers gently through my hair.
"You'll be alright…don't worry. Now come on, Integra's waiting just outside of these woods for a report." He began leaving, choosing a path that avoided any of the ghoul's bodies. I followed him, thankful for this. I hid my wings back under my skin, in case there were police about.
We walked together out of the woods; vampire and human, predator and prey.
A/N: AH! SO MANY AMAZING THINGS HAPPENING FOR JEN!
1: OVA 4, SEPTEMBER 16, BITCHES! PRE-ORDER'D IN SPECIAL EDITION! Ooooh it's gonna be SO creepy…but perhaps I like it that way…don't we all?
2: PRE-ORDERED THE NINTH BOOK BITCHES! Nothing to do with anyone except those I'm going to lend it to…Marie, Avery, Caleb…Caleb…Caleb…oh, Marie, does Caleb want to read it?
3: CREATURE FEATURE EQUALS AWESOME!
4: WORKING ON GETTING NEW ALUCARD FIGURE! A figure I will place with the others, all overlooking my bed. He's got his guns crossed all bad-ass and I LOVES IT! There were other ones, but…you have to not only put them together, but paint them. Which I would fuck-up royally, and I just can't bring myself to fuck-up Alucard…like that…from painting…badly…I would not fuck-up Alucard by painting badly…is what I mean…MOVING ON-
So much Hellsing…so very, very much Hellsing…
AGH! HELLSING! CREATURE FEATURE! I HAVE COFFEE! IT'S 3 A.M.! I'M FREAKIN' OUT!
That's why this is a little late…distractions abound.
I'm not going to go into gun specifics because I know absolutely nothing on the subject. The only thing I can tell you is that the gun Pura used was far less powerful than Alucard's…that friggin hand-cannon would break her wrist. And the ending to the chapter feels a little abrupt to me, but that's probably just because it's 5:34 A.M. and this is actually the last thing that I'm typing. The movie report and the next B/N and A/N were written before this; I'm just wedging this in where it fits.
Saturday movie report:
HA! This movie's called 'Ghouls'…you know what that means.
ZMOOOOOOBIIIIIEEEES!
AHAHA! JAZZ-HANDS! No, really…they're doin' jazz-hands!
That is not that girl's father. Who the baby daddy? Did he just say 'Uncle Vlad'?! ARE WE TAKING A TRIP TO ROMANIA?! This movie's called 'Ghouls'…Vlad (DraculaAlucard) …I call copyright infringement! Due to 'sucky movie', HELLSING WINS COPYRIGHT BATTLE! Yaaaay. I, um…don't think this movie has anything to do with Dracula actually. OH IT IS IN ROMANIA! JEN WINS! JEN WIIINS!
How does one grenade explode five times?
Um, that girl's Asian and her mother and father are both white…I'm not being racist; I just think that's the director's cousin. Oh, don't be such a friggin' brat; for God's sakes you're in Romania- it's cool there. Stop bitching about 'no Starbucks' you little whore.
Of course there's a 'Radu' there… This movie's not even about vampires...CAN YOU STEREOTYPE ROMANIA A LITTLE MORE PLEASE?! Don't argue with me; we all agree Romania wins. But evidently they all speak fluent English to each other in Romania…
STOP BITCHING! You're related to Romanians named 'Vlad' and 'Radu'. An actor or not, no one in their right mind would bitch about that. NO ONE! Especially you people. Yes you; the readers. I know I wouldn't bitch about that. That'd be a 'FUCK YEAH!' situation.
…This is a movie that would piss Alucard off.
But it's been a good week. An awesome week. I may just have to dance around. Here I go; wheee!
B/N: I dunno if Caleb wants it, but if he doesn't, we'll have him lend it to Caleb. They live nearby, don't they?
Jen: Fucking, Leonard, no one likes you. You can go blow a goat.
Marie: Jen! Don't say that! He's allergic to goat dick!
Jen: He's blind; he's not allergic to anything.
Just another day of Jen playing Drakengard and me watching.
If anyone lives in Pennsylvania, they should come hang out with us for a day. We're fun.
Jen: What kind of gay sword is that?
Marie: a REALLY gay one, it's shaped like a penis.
(Laughter)
Jen: HA HA, SMUG CHUCKLE.
Jen: Dude shut up, you don't have any hair.
Marie: YEAH YOU BIG BALD DOUCHE
Jen: As opposed to those hairy douches.
Soon, Jen and I are going to set up a deviant art account, so you can see some of those really pretty pictures we've mentioned, and my Hellsing comics.
A/N2: Yeah, we should sell tickets to hang with us. We're damn entertaining people.
We should get a scanner…really. Photos won't do them justice. I mean, you won't be able to see the subtle expressions of everyone, the council especially.
Council member 1: 'I hate you, and your mother is fat.'
Council member 2: 'Horribly obese.'
Council member 3: 'Taco…'
Oh hey- I just saw the new 'Hellboy'- awesome. With the Pan's Labyrinth guy doing the monsters? Amazing.
Ya know, the new 'Batman' movie has pretty much now turned into homage to Heath Ledger. I mean, it's such a shame about him, but you know there won't be a single bad review about the movie now.
Oooh look 'The Brothers Grimm' is on! I actually love that movie! It's so FREAKY! Especially that horse…THAT FUCKING HORSE! IT HAUNTS ME! AAAAGGGHHH! You guys know the horse I'm talkin' about right? Well, if you've seen that movie you do…I dunno why, but it just freaks me right the fuck out.
Hm…cable doesn't bleep out German or French curses…Merde and Schweisse…both mean the same thing, if you weren't aware. Which is 'Shit'.
Oh, and longest chapter ever. Without author notes. Word count, bitches. 5,230 in the chapter itself. With the notes? 6,894. Bam. I dunno, it just makes me feel like I've accomplished something.
B/N2: Jen: Apparently, the Cutty Black Sow was a man with the face of a pig.
Marie: Well, isn't that what you are?
Jen, you've never accomplished anything worthwhile to society. You're just like Jimmie: Your greatest weapon is your own ineptitude.
Jon made that up. I take no credit from dear Jon Pon.