Night Huntress
A Hellsing Fanfic
Sapphirewyren
It was a beautiful night. The air was crisp; a subtle reminder that autumn was soon coming. The leaves slowly changing colors. The wind blowing gently, the only sign being the soft rustling of the trees. The moon full and bright; illuminating the newly turned vampire that was running for his life. He could hear her moniker whispered in the night; although with his advanced hearing, it seemed as if the very stones were shouting it: Night Huntress. He had to get out of here soon. He could see her shadow dancing above on the rooftops and her blue eyes boring into his very damned soul. Even ten years after the attack on London by the Nazi Group Millennium, the north side of London, stood as a macabre reminder of the atrocities that happened. Which is why he regretted running in that direction. It was if she had herded him there, so as to not add to the victims count. He had hoped to turn some people into ghouls as a distraction to allow him to escape, but she was not called Night Huntress for stupidity, but for how she played with her quarry, made them feel smart until they were in her trap. He could feel her getting closer as he mindlessly ran through the maze of abandoned buildings. He thought of bargaining with her; let him go free if he promised not to turn anyone into ghouls. He thought of pleading with her, maybe even begging and groveling in the dirt. But she was not sent to hear the pleas of the damned. She was only there for the hunt, for the kill. He could hear his breath getting ragged…. how long had he been running? More accurately, how long was she allowing him to run? He turned a corner and came face to face with a dead end. He had enough, he was vampire and he would fight, no more running. He turned to face his pursuer and charged her. With a flick of a wrist, he was wrapped in several loops of chains and by the searing agony that tore through him, the chain was blessed silver. To make matters worse, each link had small curved hooks, so they dug into his flesh. He thrashed about screaming as the hooks dug deeper into him. He tried begging again pleading. When his pleas fell on deaf ears, he started to curse her name, wishing only the most deplorable acts to befall her. He was finally silenced by a blessed gunshot to the heart. The huntress gazed up at night sky and lit a cigar as the light of the moon reflected off of her round spectacles. As she blew a puff of smoke, she said to no one in particular; "Tonight is a beautiful night."
Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed. Please feel free to read my other series "Winds of Change", "Alucard Discovers" and "An Unfortunate Series in Which Enrico Maxwell Suffers- A Lot". Thank you.