It didn't take me long to find him, in fact it was quite by accident. I was
exploring the bowels of the mansion when I stumbled across a door with a
pentagram painted in what looked like long-dried blood. Pushing open the
door, I found a nothing more than an over-sized wooden chair that vaguely
resembles a throne. In this seat there was a very desiccated body of a man;
his hair was a long whitish-gray, his body is skinny and bony. As much as I
knew I shouldn't I came towards him and poked him lightly on the shoulder,
no movement. Instead of poking him again, I began to examine him,
carefully. His body, or what I could see of it was very pale and sickly, as
I said before his hair was a very light gray. His face was as pale as the
rest of his body, and in his mouth were very sharp fangs for canines. This
was the man I was searching for, but why was he like this? Sir Integra had
died ten years before; maybe this is how he survives.
I was examining his fangs when I pricked my finger on one and it began to bleed. I pulled away, not expecting to do that, but before I could go back the body moved. I jumped slightly, dead bodies aren't supposed to move. I looked at him again and saw that his eyes were open now, and the ruby red pupils were looking at me. I stumbled backward and looked at him. He moved a little again, not a whole lot, but he straightened his neck out and faced me.
"Ten years I've been down here waiting for some fool to wake me. Who are you?"
"Valerie Warner. I'm a historian, and this house is mine. I'm trying to study the history of this mansion and its inhabitants."
"Oh? Well then. I suppose no one will miss you then will they?"
He came at me then, white hair flowing behind his tall, skinny body. He had me against a wall before I could do anything. I looked into his eyes and I think that surprised him. He began to lean in to bite me, but something stopped him. He pulled away and looked at me and laughed insanely before dropping to his knees. I was shocked; I had a very old vampire bowing to me.
"Why are you bowing?"
"You are Hellsing by blood."
"No, I'm not."
"Shall you serve me then?"
"I'd rather not! But if you need the blood to survive.."
I extended my wrist to him and he could see the lasting efforts of my suicide attempt years ago. He looked at the scar and then at me as if I had lost my mind. Retracting my hand before he could grab it, I looked at him.
"If I allow you to bite me, you will have to do something for me."
"I suppose you want immortality?"
"No. You are the weapon of the Hellsing mansion correct?"
"What is it to you if I am?"
"If you aren't, I don't want to waste my time. However, if you are I want you to tell me what you know, everything. Why you worked for the family and why you resemble a corpse at the moment."
The look I got was a strange one, something between a laugh and a smirk. He shook his head and pointed those red eyes in my direction.
"Brave for a human aren't you? Well then. The histories of this family shall be yours, and you shall be mine."
He took my hand, turned it so my palm was facing up and bit me. It hurt and I nearly crumpled as he drank my life force out of me. He left me alive, but not a ghoul or a vampire. I fell to the ground, or maybe he put me on the ground, I don't really remember. As I watched him, his features changed. His hair shortened and turned slate black, his outfit was now a long red trench coat and a matching hat, a red tie around his neck and what looked like a butler's uniform under it all. Covering his eyes were yellow sunglasses, and why a vampire would need sunglasses still gets me. I had done it, the vampire of the mansion was awake again, though what he was going to do with me was still unknown.
I was examining his fangs when I pricked my finger on one and it began to bleed. I pulled away, not expecting to do that, but before I could go back the body moved. I jumped slightly, dead bodies aren't supposed to move. I looked at him again and saw that his eyes were open now, and the ruby red pupils were looking at me. I stumbled backward and looked at him. He moved a little again, not a whole lot, but he straightened his neck out and faced me.
"Ten years I've been down here waiting for some fool to wake me. Who are you?"
"Valerie Warner. I'm a historian, and this house is mine. I'm trying to study the history of this mansion and its inhabitants."
"Oh? Well then. I suppose no one will miss you then will they?"
He came at me then, white hair flowing behind his tall, skinny body. He had me against a wall before I could do anything. I looked into his eyes and I think that surprised him. He began to lean in to bite me, but something stopped him. He pulled away and looked at me and laughed insanely before dropping to his knees. I was shocked; I had a very old vampire bowing to me.
"Why are you bowing?"
"You are Hellsing by blood."
"No, I'm not."
"Shall you serve me then?"
"I'd rather not! But if you need the blood to survive.."
I extended my wrist to him and he could see the lasting efforts of my suicide attempt years ago. He looked at the scar and then at me as if I had lost my mind. Retracting my hand before he could grab it, I looked at him.
"If I allow you to bite me, you will have to do something for me."
"I suppose you want immortality?"
"No. You are the weapon of the Hellsing mansion correct?"
"What is it to you if I am?"
"If you aren't, I don't want to waste my time. However, if you are I want you to tell me what you know, everything. Why you worked for the family and why you resemble a corpse at the moment."
The look I got was a strange one, something between a laugh and a smirk. He shook his head and pointed those red eyes in my direction.
"Brave for a human aren't you? Well then. The histories of this family shall be yours, and you shall be mine."
He took my hand, turned it so my palm was facing up and bit me. It hurt and I nearly crumpled as he drank my life force out of me. He left me alive, but not a ghoul or a vampire. I fell to the ground, or maybe he put me on the ground, I don't really remember. As I watched him, his features changed. His hair shortened and turned slate black, his outfit was now a long red trench coat and a matching hat, a red tie around his neck and what looked like a butler's uniform under it all. Covering his eyes were yellow sunglasses, and why a vampire would need sunglasses still gets me. I had done it, the vampire of the mansion was awake again, though what he was going to do with me was still unknown.