You know what's hilarious? The game of Goth. I got it for like $2 at
Spencers today, and well, it just makes me laugh. And the fact that there's
four questions about Kent State University in the game of Goth just makes
it even better.
Anyway, inspired by my wonderful game, I'm writing yet another chapter
today.
Have fun with Alucard's letter.
And I'd still like to hear your thoughts on pairing Seras with Harker. I
still have no idea if I'll like the pairing or not.
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June 16, from Sighisoara, Romania
Miss Hellsing,
I don't even know why I am responding to your letter, as it is highly irrelevant to the current situation. As there is not a true mortal decendent of van Hellsing in England, I am free to return to my native soil since the bond between myself and the house has been broken.
You know that your former ancestor reported that I grow stronger when I have my native land with me, and now, Miss Hellsing, you would not even recognize me. So please, come kill me. You will grow weak when you leave England, as I grow weak while residing in England. It was how your father and grandfather kept me chained in the dungeons.
My old lairs have remained in a decent condition through the years, thanks to my lovely maidens that your dear ancestor's friends believe they killed. Breska, Ivanya, and Trude all wish you well, and are jealous that you are going to have a child. I should bring them back to England with me so you can learn what it is to be immortal and a woman.
Then again, the police girl would learn more from them than you ever could, beloved Master. You are too stubborn to ever learn from others.
Speaking of the Police Girl, she seems to have quite the enfatuation with your husband Harker. She keeps allowing telepathic images to enter my mind of what she wishes to do with your husband, and though he has been spoiled by having a succubus in bed, I do believe that Harker would rather not be called incestuous because he married and impregnated his cousin. He also enjoys redheads. So keep your preternatural sights trained on both of those monsters if you do not wish to be hurt in the future little one.
Anderson has sensed my presence, and the Vatican has sent him after me again. My beautiful maidens have been giving him hell, so to speak, and he has not been able to defeat the 500 year old women. I am certain that he will blame my presence here in Romania to be the cause of the resurgence of vampiric activity in a country latent with the truly undead, and he would be correct. It makes my children happy to have their king freed from his captivity.
Before Breska captured the priest, Anderson was able to contact the Vatican to ask that they pay special attention to the undead of Romania again, and they wish to call in other organizations from around the world to defeat my kind.
They will never be successful. Silver and sunlight are the only two things we are truly allergic to, which you know dear master. It will be quite foolish on the part of the Catholics to send more priests to perform exorcisms on my kind. We are not demons!
But then again, a tiff with the priest may prove to be quite enjoyable. Because of you, I have not been on a satisfying mission in ages, nor have I had a satisfactory workout.
My country has called for her king to return, and I must obey my true mistress.
Master, I do not plan on returning to Hellsing Manor or England for a few months at least. Romania is renewing my spirit, and I would like to return to you once I am refreshed and ready to serve my new young master.
I will be home before you give birth to your beautiful daughter. I hope that she looks more like you than her father, as she will be irresistible. I am curious to see if she will be a regenerator or a dhampir, or perhaps both.
Write to me again when you have decided on a name for you beautiful little daughter. Do not plague the mailcarriers of Romania by burdening them with correspondence from London to my home. To this day, the locals fear the vampire that lives in their village, so instead of starting another bloody battle between the living and the undead like your wretched ancestor, keep in mind the superstitions of the local mortals.
Remember that Harker is your husband, and that as the leader of Hellsing, you must be the epitomy of family and religious life in England. Scandal like an affair or divorce will only scar your reputation, not his. Granted, you will not be considered mortal long enough to worry about keeping up appearances for much longer, but you will live with the legacy that your name leaves you. Trust me. I know about these matters.
Do not harm the police girl for having impure thoughts about your husband, just make it so your husband is unwilling to ever leave your side. I know that it is possible for you to do such a thing Master, as you can convince any male to follow your commands with your preternatural beauty and charm. Harker will not be of your concern after you bear the child, so just please, play along with the stupid game that you yourself created so that Hellsing would not fall to ruin.
I will write again if I plan to come home sooner than mentioned, but alas, Trude has called for me to come feeding with her and her sisters. It has been far too long since I have tasted the blood of the continent's population.
It cannot be as sweet as your though Master.
Be strong little Hellsing,
Alucard
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June 16, from Sighisoara, Romania
Miss Hellsing,
I don't even know why I am responding to your letter, as it is highly irrelevant to the current situation. As there is not a true mortal decendent of van Hellsing in England, I am free to return to my native soil since the bond between myself and the house has been broken.
You know that your former ancestor reported that I grow stronger when I have my native land with me, and now, Miss Hellsing, you would not even recognize me. So please, come kill me. You will grow weak when you leave England, as I grow weak while residing in England. It was how your father and grandfather kept me chained in the dungeons.
My old lairs have remained in a decent condition through the years, thanks to my lovely maidens that your dear ancestor's friends believe they killed. Breska, Ivanya, and Trude all wish you well, and are jealous that you are going to have a child. I should bring them back to England with me so you can learn what it is to be immortal and a woman.
Then again, the police girl would learn more from them than you ever could, beloved Master. You are too stubborn to ever learn from others.
Speaking of the Police Girl, she seems to have quite the enfatuation with your husband Harker. She keeps allowing telepathic images to enter my mind of what she wishes to do with your husband, and though he has been spoiled by having a succubus in bed, I do believe that Harker would rather not be called incestuous because he married and impregnated his cousin. He also enjoys redheads. So keep your preternatural sights trained on both of those monsters if you do not wish to be hurt in the future little one.
Anderson has sensed my presence, and the Vatican has sent him after me again. My beautiful maidens have been giving him hell, so to speak, and he has not been able to defeat the 500 year old women. I am certain that he will blame my presence here in Romania to be the cause of the resurgence of vampiric activity in a country latent with the truly undead, and he would be correct. It makes my children happy to have their king freed from his captivity.
Before Breska captured the priest, Anderson was able to contact the Vatican to ask that they pay special attention to the undead of Romania again, and they wish to call in other organizations from around the world to defeat my kind.
They will never be successful. Silver and sunlight are the only two things we are truly allergic to, which you know dear master. It will be quite foolish on the part of the Catholics to send more priests to perform exorcisms on my kind. We are not demons!
But then again, a tiff with the priest may prove to be quite enjoyable. Because of you, I have not been on a satisfying mission in ages, nor have I had a satisfactory workout.
My country has called for her king to return, and I must obey my true mistress.
Master, I do not plan on returning to Hellsing Manor or England for a few months at least. Romania is renewing my spirit, and I would like to return to you once I am refreshed and ready to serve my new young master.
I will be home before you give birth to your beautiful daughter. I hope that she looks more like you than her father, as she will be irresistible. I am curious to see if she will be a regenerator or a dhampir, or perhaps both.
Write to me again when you have decided on a name for you beautiful little daughter. Do not plague the mailcarriers of Romania by burdening them with correspondence from London to my home. To this day, the locals fear the vampire that lives in their village, so instead of starting another bloody battle between the living and the undead like your wretched ancestor, keep in mind the superstitions of the local mortals.
Remember that Harker is your husband, and that as the leader of Hellsing, you must be the epitomy of family and religious life in England. Scandal like an affair or divorce will only scar your reputation, not his. Granted, you will not be considered mortal long enough to worry about keeping up appearances for much longer, but you will live with the legacy that your name leaves you. Trust me. I know about these matters.
Do not harm the police girl for having impure thoughts about your husband, just make it so your husband is unwilling to ever leave your side. I know that it is possible for you to do such a thing Master, as you can convince any male to follow your commands with your preternatural beauty and charm. Harker will not be of your concern after you bear the child, so just please, play along with the stupid game that you yourself created so that Hellsing would not fall to ruin.
I will write again if I plan to come home sooner than mentioned, but alas, Trude has called for me to come feeding with her and her sisters. It has been far too long since I have tasted the blood of the continent's population.
It cannot be as sweet as your though Master.
Be strong little Hellsing,
Alucard