There have been people in my life, my long life, that have made me look
twice at them. Most of which I've turned and run my hand through, killing
them in an instant, but there are a select few that have fought beside me,
or against me that still make me blink.
One such person is Walter Kum Dorne, the protector of the Hellsing family, generally known as the Angel of Death by those who have fought against him. We were never friends, yet we fought along-side one another during that human war in the 40's. He's an old man now, but still resilient in his beliefs that Integra is his master, and those that harm her in any way, his enemy. He's nearly cut me in half with his little wire trick many a time when he took my actions towards her as an attack rather than a game. He's a good old man, but old is an overstatement and I'm no more willing to share my blood with the elderly than Integra is at taking it.
There are people in this time who would much rather shoot you than work along side you. So far there has only been one man that has driven me to the brink of insanity, and his is no more than an annoying game that will eventually end with one of our deaths. He presides from the Iscariot Organization, special section 13 of the Vatican church, the death-dealing priest, Alexander Anderson. That man, if you can call him that, is a foul creature, not man and not monster but something else, something between the two. A regenerator, a bullet to the head doesn't faze him, cutting off his arms gets his attention, but his determination worries me. We will meet again and I will kill him, if it kills me in the end.
My 'child' knows how people can treat you when they discover your secret. Seras Victoria, she knows all to well the problems faced when one who was human is suddenly thrust into the darkness to be looked down upon those who used to work with you. Her migration to vampirism was her own choice, I offered and she agreed. I found myself reminding her of this fact many times as I watched her, she was quick to learn, but followed rather than lead. I offered once to set her free and she refused, that refusal made me proud in a way that she still wanted to serve under me and learn what she could. Seras, police girl, she's no longer a child; she has grown in these months. Still not the leader she could be, but no longer the follower, I'm pleased on how she has grown into her new life, without regret, or what she has is no longer lying heavily on her mind. She still has much to learn, and in a way, with her, so do I.
One such person is Walter Kum Dorne, the protector of the Hellsing family, generally known as the Angel of Death by those who have fought against him. We were never friends, yet we fought along-side one another during that human war in the 40's. He's an old man now, but still resilient in his beliefs that Integra is his master, and those that harm her in any way, his enemy. He's nearly cut me in half with his little wire trick many a time when he took my actions towards her as an attack rather than a game. He's a good old man, but old is an overstatement and I'm no more willing to share my blood with the elderly than Integra is at taking it.
There are people in this time who would much rather shoot you than work along side you. So far there has only been one man that has driven me to the brink of insanity, and his is no more than an annoying game that will eventually end with one of our deaths. He presides from the Iscariot Organization, special section 13 of the Vatican church, the death-dealing priest, Alexander Anderson. That man, if you can call him that, is a foul creature, not man and not monster but something else, something between the two. A regenerator, a bullet to the head doesn't faze him, cutting off his arms gets his attention, but his determination worries me. We will meet again and I will kill him, if it kills me in the end.
My 'child' knows how people can treat you when they discover your secret. Seras Victoria, she knows all to well the problems faced when one who was human is suddenly thrust into the darkness to be looked down upon those who used to work with you. Her migration to vampirism was her own choice, I offered and she agreed. I found myself reminding her of this fact many times as I watched her, she was quick to learn, but followed rather than lead. I offered once to set her free and she refused, that refusal made me proud in a way that she still wanted to serve under me and learn what she could. Seras, police girl, she's no longer a child; she has grown in these months. Still not the leader she could be, but no longer the follower, I'm pleased on how she has grown into her new life, without regret, or what she has is no longer lying heavily on her mind. She still has much to learn, and in a way, with her, so do I.