(I just realized that I have absolutely no skill when it comes to creating title to my stories, it makes me kind of sad.)
Discalimer: where is it written that we have to do this? oh well, I don't own hellsing
Seras Victoria had returned to London the previous week. Tonight, she prowled the streets, looking for anything suspicious. In the distance, a few gunshots were fired. Seras followed the noise. It lead to a group of warehouses. It wasn't anything concerning Seras, just a few human in a little gang-war. They shot at each other. Seras just sat on the roof of one of the warehouses and watched, since this was the most interesting thing that had happened in the last week. There must have been a dozen humans trying to kill each other, so it was mildly entertaining. Two men were shot, thier blood spilled onto the ground. Seras felt her craving for blood again. Another man was shot. As she watched his blood cover the ground, the hunger became all but unbearable.
"Integra won't mind if I grab a bite, these guys arent worthy of living here, anyway." Seras leaped from the building, going after the biggest man in the area. He didn't see her coming until it was too late. She knocked him over, he landed on his back. She bore down on him, sinking her fangs into his neck. She let herself fully enjoy the blood that flowed into her mouth. It sprayed with a great amount of pressure. Eventually, the blood started to run out and the flow stopped. She let go of him. Standing up, she pulled out her Tiger and put a bullet in his heart. She turned around, the members of his gang were coming toward her. She welcomed the chance to have a decent fight, with humans, even. They started shooting at her. She let the bullets hit her. They had no effect whatsoever. She chuckled. pointing her Tiger at one of them, she fired. His head disappeared in a flash. A second human was firing at her. She leaped in his direction. As she reached him, she punched in im the gut. Blood flowed, he coughed and blood hit Seras in the face. She realized dimly that her arm had gone through the guy's stomach. She let him fall. She leaped onto another guy. He did not try to defend himself, he only screamed. The screaming became shrill and piercing as she tore his arm off. Then stopped altogether as she gave him a sharp uppercut, breaking his neck. The others had started to run away. That was fine, she would find them soon enough, and maybe by then, she'd be hungry again.
She turned and followed them.
The next night, Seras was on her way to Integra's office for her night's orders. Meanwhile, Integra was looking through the night's reports. One of them was very interesting:
Old Industrial zone. Seven humans found dead. silver bullets were found in a few bodies. There is at least one instance of bloodsucking. Victims believed to be gang members.
Integra brooded on it for a while, normally she would guess a Freak attack, but there would be more bloodsucking and Freaks would not use silver bullets. At that moment, Seras walked in. Integra looked up and said with a fake sweetness "Tell me, Seras, do you know anything about this?" She threw the report at Seras, who caught it.
"umm.... no." Seras said, reading the note over. Integra caught the worried tone in her voice. Integra's stare became menacing. "I mean... umm maybe?" Integra bared her teeth.
"What have I told you about drinking blood without thinking!?" Seras figured she was probably better off not answering. "I've told you at least twice, you are not to drink human blood without my permission." Now was probably a good time to speak up.
"The humans were shooting at each other, Those I killed would have died soon anyway. What's the problem, they were just trash." Integra could see the logic in this, and she noted the great resemblence that Seras' argument had with the one Alucard had used in similar situations.
"I'll let it go this time, but don't do it again. Anyway, I have a job for you."
"Freaks again?"
"Yes, i'm afraid so. They are hiding out in a certain government building. Everyone inside is probably a ghoul by now, and there are about seven Freaks. We may also have some trouble with... certain people." Seras knew what she meant. Alexander Anderson. As much as Seras feared him, she longed for the chance to avenge her master.
The Freaks were getting smarter, it seemed. They were now targeting places where they were sure to get a good amount of supplies, as well as ghouls. The most recent target was an ammunition and weapons factory. Seras went in through a side door.
As usual, the Freaks were no problem. The hallways were long and narrow, so it was very easy to shoot any oncoming Freaks and Ghouls. Those stupid enough to attack her directly took a bullet through their heads before they could blink. The ghouls were even simpler. She tore them apart. The last Freak was coming around a corner. Seras took aim.
The Freak fell. Seras had not yet fired her shot. She glanced at the silver sword in the Freak's head. She turned in the direction the blade had come from, already knowing who it was.
Alexander Anderson grinned at her. leaping back a step, he launched what looked like a thousand knives, each one pinning a piece of paper to the walls. Seras felt her powers lock. She pulled both her guns from their holsters. Alexander prepared his swords. Seras struck first. Firing a bullet in the direction of Anderson's head. It hit, but Anderson was barely affected. He threw one of his swrords, which was just barely dodged by Seras. She fires again. The bullet passed through Anderson's chest. She shot at him again. Anderson disappeared. Seras looked around for a second, then felt one of his swords hit her in the back. Turning around she saw Anderson casting some sort of spell. She was struck by a bright light. It was like the sun in a lot of ways, on of which was it's paralyzing effect on her. She felt another sword peirce her, then another. She fell to her knees. Anderson stood over her, lifting his sword for a last slash that would sever her head from her body. She tried to stand, but the light still paralyzed her. Anderson laughed.
"So easily beaten, Alucard would be ashamed." Seras coughed blood.
"Fuck." Then she watched his blade come down. The rest was darkness.
She found herself in what seemed to be a room. She could not tell due to the utter and complete darkness. She saw a darker shadow near the "Center" of the area. She moved toward it.
"You may stop there." came a voice. It was full of strength, not to mention malice. Seras hoped that the latter was only her imagination. She recognized the voice from... somewhere. Suddenly, the room was lit. Seras could not tell where the light came from, but saw now that she was in a large, stone room. The voice was coming from a man sitting in a large chair in front of a table at the center. He was tall, thin, and had the pale complexion of someone who is slighly anemic. His hair was black and waist length He had a rather large mustachio. Seras could swear that she had seen him somewhere before. In his hand was a glass of what at first appeared to be red wine, but Seras knew in her instincts that it was blood.
"Who are you?" Seras asked timidly.
"I am called Vlad, Vlad Dracule." Seras' eyes widened. Vlad Dracule, she had heard of him, all vampires had. He was supposed to be the strongest of them all. She trembled a bit.
"Now, now, don't do that. That sort of behavior is reserved for humans. I know you're curious, ask the question that is on your mind." Seras found that for some reason, the had to obey.
"What is this place?" She had not actually thought to put this question into words, but in this place, it seemed that her mouth moved faster than her mind.
"This is what exists between life and death, between heaven and hell. This is the world that lies just beyond the one you know."
"So... So I'm..."
"Dead? No, not quite. Your body has been destroyed, but as you are here and speaking with me, I must assume that you are alive, or at least, as much alive as you started. If you are able to release the first restraint, then you will be able to regenerate your body from nothing. The only way a truly powerful vampire can be destroyed is to be consumed by another vampire." Seras wondered only for a moment how he knew about the restraints.
"But I can't"
"Yes, of course you can, you wouldn't be here if you couldn't, but I admit that you do seem a bit weak. I know a solution." He pulled a small knife out of what seemed to be no where, and promptly stabbed it into his arm. "A mere drop of my blood will strengthen your power immensely, though only for a short while. With that boost, you will be able to release the first seal this once. After this, the release of the seal will require the approval of your master. Unfortunately, that man who thinks he destroyed you is all ready gone, so you cannot do much there, but you will live. I would take my offer, if I were you, because anything but me will deteriorate and die if left on this plane for too long." Seras saw the wisdom in this. She leaned closer. She had some reservations about drinking the blood of another vampire, but at the sight of the blood she felt the old hunger trigger. She licked the wound, taking the blood into her system.
Instantly, she felt power flow into her body. Turning away from Vlad, she released the first restraint, just as she had seen Alucard do. She disappeared from that plane of existence, and Vlad looked at where she had been standing, and laughed.
She seemed to be going through an immense, blood red tunnel. She found herself just above the blace where she had "Died". She watched blood from her own wounds, Anderson, and the Freaks move toward where her severed head lay. It coalesced and formed itself into her body as it had been before the battle. Then, she was looking through her own eyes again. Turning, she walked calmly out of the building.
Discalimer: where is it written that we have to do this? oh well, I don't own hellsing
Seras Victoria had returned to London the previous week. Tonight, she prowled the streets, looking for anything suspicious. In the distance, a few gunshots were fired. Seras followed the noise. It lead to a group of warehouses. It wasn't anything concerning Seras, just a few human in a little gang-war. They shot at each other. Seras just sat on the roof of one of the warehouses and watched, since this was the most interesting thing that had happened in the last week. There must have been a dozen humans trying to kill each other, so it was mildly entertaining. Two men were shot, thier blood spilled onto the ground. Seras felt her craving for blood again. Another man was shot. As she watched his blood cover the ground, the hunger became all but unbearable.
"Integra won't mind if I grab a bite, these guys arent worthy of living here, anyway." Seras leaped from the building, going after the biggest man in the area. He didn't see her coming until it was too late. She knocked him over, he landed on his back. She bore down on him, sinking her fangs into his neck. She let herself fully enjoy the blood that flowed into her mouth. It sprayed with a great amount of pressure. Eventually, the blood started to run out and the flow stopped. She let go of him. Standing up, she pulled out her Tiger and put a bullet in his heart. She turned around, the members of his gang were coming toward her. She welcomed the chance to have a decent fight, with humans, even. They started shooting at her. She let the bullets hit her. They had no effect whatsoever. She chuckled. pointing her Tiger at one of them, she fired. His head disappeared in a flash. A second human was firing at her. She leaped in his direction. As she reached him, she punched in im the gut. Blood flowed, he coughed and blood hit Seras in the face. She realized dimly that her arm had gone through the guy's stomach. She let him fall. She leaped onto another guy. He did not try to defend himself, he only screamed. The screaming became shrill and piercing as she tore his arm off. Then stopped altogether as she gave him a sharp uppercut, breaking his neck. The others had started to run away. That was fine, she would find them soon enough, and maybe by then, she'd be hungry again.
She turned and followed them.
The next night, Seras was on her way to Integra's office for her night's orders. Meanwhile, Integra was looking through the night's reports. One of them was very interesting:
Old Industrial zone. Seven humans found dead. silver bullets were found in a few bodies. There is at least one instance of bloodsucking. Victims believed to be gang members.
Integra brooded on it for a while, normally she would guess a Freak attack, but there would be more bloodsucking and Freaks would not use silver bullets. At that moment, Seras walked in. Integra looked up and said with a fake sweetness "Tell me, Seras, do you know anything about this?" She threw the report at Seras, who caught it.
"umm.... no." Seras said, reading the note over. Integra caught the worried tone in her voice. Integra's stare became menacing. "I mean... umm maybe?" Integra bared her teeth.
"What have I told you about drinking blood without thinking!?" Seras figured she was probably better off not answering. "I've told you at least twice, you are not to drink human blood without my permission." Now was probably a good time to speak up.
"The humans were shooting at each other, Those I killed would have died soon anyway. What's the problem, they were just trash." Integra could see the logic in this, and she noted the great resemblence that Seras' argument had with the one Alucard had used in similar situations.
"I'll let it go this time, but don't do it again. Anyway, I have a job for you."
"Freaks again?"
"Yes, i'm afraid so. They are hiding out in a certain government building. Everyone inside is probably a ghoul by now, and there are about seven Freaks. We may also have some trouble with... certain people." Seras knew what she meant. Alexander Anderson. As much as Seras feared him, she longed for the chance to avenge her master.
The Freaks were getting smarter, it seemed. They were now targeting places where they were sure to get a good amount of supplies, as well as ghouls. The most recent target was an ammunition and weapons factory. Seras went in through a side door.
As usual, the Freaks were no problem. The hallways were long and narrow, so it was very easy to shoot any oncoming Freaks and Ghouls. Those stupid enough to attack her directly took a bullet through their heads before they could blink. The ghouls were even simpler. She tore them apart. The last Freak was coming around a corner. Seras took aim.
The Freak fell. Seras had not yet fired her shot. She glanced at the silver sword in the Freak's head. She turned in the direction the blade had come from, already knowing who it was.
Alexander Anderson grinned at her. leaping back a step, he launched what looked like a thousand knives, each one pinning a piece of paper to the walls. Seras felt her powers lock. She pulled both her guns from their holsters. Alexander prepared his swords. Seras struck first. Firing a bullet in the direction of Anderson's head. It hit, but Anderson was barely affected. He threw one of his swrords, which was just barely dodged by Seras. She fires again. The bullet passed through Anderson's chest. She shot at him again. Anderson disappeared. Seras looked around for a second, then felt one of his swords hit her in the back. Turning around she saw Anderson casting some sort of spell. She was struck by a bright light. It was like the sun in a lot of ways, on of which was it's paralyzing effect on her. She felt another sword peirce her, then another. She fell to her knees. Anderson stood over her, lifting his sword for a last slash that would sever her head from her body. She tried to stand, but the light still paralyzed her. Anderson laughed.
"So easily beaten, Alucard would be ashamed." Seras coughed blood.
"Fuck." Then she watched his blade come down. The rest was darkness.
She found herself in what seemed to be a room. She could not tell due to the utter and complete darkness. She saw a darker shadow near the "Center" of the area. She moved toward it.
"You may stop there." came a voice. It was full of strength, not to mention malice. Seras hoped that the latter was only her imagination. She recognized the voice from... somewhere. Suddenly, the room was lit. Seras could not tell where the light came from, but saw now that she was in a large, stone room. The voice was coming from a man sitting in a large chair in front of a table at the center. He was tall, thin, and had the pale complexion of someone who is slighly anemic. His hair was black and waist length He had a rather large mustachio. Seras could swear that she had seen him somewhere before. In his hand was a glass of what at first appeared to be red wine, but Seras knew in her instincts that it was blood.
"Who are you?" Seras asked timidly.
"I am called Vlad, Vlad Dracule." Seras' eyes widened. Vlad Dracule, she had heard of him, all vampires had. He was supposed to be the strongest of them all. She trembled a bit.
"Now, now, don't do that. That sort of behavior is reserved for humans. I know you're curious, ask the question that is on your mind." Seras found that for some reason, the had to obey.
"What is this place?" She had not actually thought to put this question into words, but in this place, it seemed that her mouth moved faster than her mind.
"This is what exists between life and death, between heaven and hell. This is the world that lies just beyond the one you know."
"So... So I'm..."
"Dead? No, not quite. Your body has been destroyed, but as you are here and speaking with me, I must assume that you are alive, or at least, as much alive as you started. If you are able to release the first restraint, then you will be able to regenerate your body from nothing. The only way a truly powerful vampire can be destroyed is to be consumed by another vampire." Seras wondered only for a moment how he knew about the restraints.
"But I can't"
"Yes, of course you can, you wouldn't be here if you couldn't, but I admit that you do seem a bit weak. I know a solution." He pulled a small knife out of what seemed to be no where, and promptly stabbed it into his arm. "A mere drop of my blood will strengthen your power immensely, though only for a short while. With that boost, you will be able to release the first seal this once. After this, the release of the seal will require the approval of your master. Unfortunately, that man who thinks he destroyed you is all ready gone, so you cannot do much there, but you will live. I would take my offer, if I were you, because anything but me will deteriorate and die if left on this plane for too long." Seras saw the wisdom in this. She leaned closer. She had some reservations about drinking the blood of another vampire, but at the sight of the blood she felt the old hunger trigger. She licked the wound, taking the blood into her system.
Instantly, she felt power flow into her body. Turning away from Vlad, she released the first restraint, just as she had seen Alucard do. She disappeared from that plane of existence, and Vlad looked at where she had been standing, and laughed.
She seemed to be going through an immense, blood red tunnel. She found herself just above the blace where she had "Died". She watched blood from her own wounds, Anderson, and the Freaks move toward where her severed head lay. It coalesced and formed itself into her body as it had been before the battle. Then, she was looking through her own eyes again. Turning, she walked calmly out of the building.