Preliminaries:
(1) I don't own Hellsing yadayadaya…
(2) Thanks to all my reviewers… it's good to know I'm being read…
(3) Change to homepage add, it's now : http://www.geocities.com/passionsmuse/passion.html
(4) The story: summary says it all… only, it's a little on the (very) short side.. but hope u people will enjoy it all the same!
@-`-- passionsmuse
"Walter… Walter!"
No footsteps in the corridor. Annoyed, she flung open the door, "Walter!"
When she still did not receive a reply, she stormed down the corridor towards the weapons lab.
She was not having a good night. Last night's fight had killed 10 of her men. Their loss smarted… on top of being exhausted, she was furious, irate with herself from being so impotent, so helpless …
"Walter, I called…"
A low chuckle behind her.
"I might have guessed. What have you done to them!"
Walking slowly among the frozen figures, the male vampire said languidly, "Time falls like sand through an hourglass… only for me the hourglass never empties. A taste of immortality, master…"
She glanced at her watch. It had stopped… her eyes narrowed.
"I would rather die a thousand deaths than to live forever like you."
"Pathetic mortals… so fragile…" He touched one of the frozen figures and it collapsed into a pile of dust.
"Stop! I command you to stop."
"Can you? Do you have the power to?"
"I am your master. You are sworn to obey me. Mock me not!"
He touched another figure… "Perhaps if you had powers like mine… you could stop
me." … and another figure.
She tried to move, but found she couldn't. "monster!"
"Humans are sentimental creatures… what would you do in a situation like this?"
He had stopped in front of Walter's frozen figure.
Her eyes narrowed, "I know what you mean… and you know my answer, I will never submit to you."
"Then reap the consequences…" He reached out to touch Walter's still figure…
"NOOO…" She screamed and woke, shaken. "Walter…no… no…" Clutching her head in her hands, it was just a dream… only a dream… She felt sick to the pit of her soul… was she really that unfeeling, that dispassionate … sacrificing Walter for her beliefs.
Am I such a monster?
Somewhere in the bowels of Hellsing, Alucard smiled… white fangs gleaming in the velvet darkness.