Disclaimer: If i owned Hellsing, they would be making the second season right now.
Seras had not dreamed scince she had first become a vampire, not that she remembered, at least. Her familiar had caused a few dreams, but that was only natural. It had, after all, just merged with her soul. After that her dreaming had stopped. She was dreaming now, she knew that much.
She was back in the room where she had me Vlad. He was there too. sitting in the same position in the same chair. He was laughing, a mad cackle not at all unlike Alucard's. Seras wondered if all of the truly old vampires grew to be the same, after a while. He spoke to Seras.
"I am still the beginning, I am still the end."
(Alpha and Omega.)
Seras realized that she heard his voice twice in the same instant. She "heard" his thought an instant before he put it into words. "Soon, what you wait for will happen soon."
(She is not ready.)
As he looked at her, she saw his fist tighten on his wine glass. It broke and the blood dripped to the floor.
"Grow stronger, let your hate flow, let your familiar take over. That is my final piece of advice to you. Go."
Seras woke up. She remembered the dream. Also she remembered how she seemed to hear his voice twice, just like when she had spoke with Alucard sometimes. It was uncanny, and a bit frightening. Now, however, she was hungry. As always, Walter had left blood for her. She gulped it down, barely tasteing it. Her hunger for blood had been growing stronger, not suprising, scince she was now providing sustenance for herself and for the... thing within her. A random soldier called her to Integra's office. She knew it would be freaks again, it always was.
The freaks still hadn't learned. They still shot at her with bullets that could harm her almost as much as insect bites, they still chose to fight instead of run. That was fine. She had completely forsaken her Halconnen, deciding that she would only use it if she needed to demolish something. Her pistols were much quicker. She turned the place into a bloodbath. She tried some of the Freak blood, but it was bitter. Seras was growing bored with these fools. She killed the last few slowly, letting them writhe in agony and scream until they lost thier voices.
Seras had returned to the Hellsing mansion in a horrible mood. She was so bored. She decided to take a closer look at what lay down in the deepest part of the dungeon.
She had no clue what it would be, either. She had never wandered into the deepest part of the dungeon. She had always been afraid. Now, however, curiosity and boredom overcame fear.
Seras walked down a large set of stairs. It grew darker, and the smell of blood, which at her room was faint, became all but overpowering. Aong the walls of the narrow hallway were doors by the dozen. She looked into some of these. There was blood everywhere. It was obviously a torture chamber, reffered to as an "Interrogation Room" Others were obviously simpler prison cells. She reached the end of the hallway. It ended in a door.
The door was large and made of some of the heaviest steel that Seras had ever seen. That was not the most striking thing about the door. Drawn on the door, so large that it was also drawn on the walls, cieling, and floor of the hallway, was a pentagonal star within a circle. Seras didn't have to be a vampire to know that it was drawn in blood. Her acute senses in the blood department told her that the blood belonged to a member of the Hellsing family. She could not be sure who. Trembling slightly, she touched the handle of the door. Whatever spell had been put on the door had long since been broken, but she could feel the power that was left on the door. It frightened her. She slowly pushed the door. It opened with a creak.
What she expected to see, she was not sure, but it was not a well-furnished, 18th century looking room. It may well have been part of the house, if it werent for the strong smell of blood and the fact that the room had obviously once been an isolation cell. A coffin lay on a pedestal. She could see words on it. She made out the word "Hermes" but the rest was badly smudged.
"This must have been Alucard's room." How she knew this, she could not be sure. She knew that no human in thier right mind would live in this place, so there was really no other choice. The walls were lined with books. On a pedestal, under a glass case, was a gun. It was a beautiful gun, it was such a pale shade of violet that it almost looked black. Written on one side of the barrel was 'Sum Deus' Seras thought back to the Latin she had learned in high school. 'Sum Deus' means "I am God" On the other side of the gun was written 'Do Immortalis' Seras thought for a moment.
"I give immortality" She said. She now had to get a closer look at the gun. She looked in particular at the bullets. They were filled with a red substance. She squeezed on of them, and a bit of the substance leaked onto her finger. She licked it. It was blood. Vampire blood. That was the purpose of the bullets, to deliver the blood of a vampire into a human. She wondered if the amount in one bullet would make a person into a ghoul or a true vampire. She guessed the latter, because there was a lot of blood in each bullet, but she couldn't be sure. What a dangerous weapon.
She turned to the books on the walls. Most were about, or at least related to, vampires. On a small table next to the bookshelf was a single book, propped up so that it's cover faced Seras.
'Bram Stoker's Dracula.'
She looked through the other books. One in particular caught her eye. It was large and leather-bound.
Seras lifted the book. It was old, written in the late eighteen-hundreds. She opened the book. It was a history of vampires. The most famous vampires in existence, and many of the lesser vampires. Next to each name was the date of birth, the date of re-birth, and the date of death. The histories of each vampire was very short and concise. Seras was looking for one name in particular. She found it near the center of the book.
VLADIMIR DRACULE
Born: approximately 1400 Re-born: approx 1450 Died: ?
Vladimir Dracule is the most powerful vampire currently known. He is believed to be immortal, but it is not known. What is known is that he is the most feared vampire in history.
Although vampire sightings go back to the early Babilonians, Vladimir Dracule is generally agreed to be, if not the original vampire, at least one of the original vampires. The story generally goes that Vladimir was also known as Vlad the Impaler. He was a man of such arrogance and evil that Satan himself took an interest in him. Satan offered Vladimir immortality. Being the man that he was, Vladimir took his offer. Satan gave him power beyond anything he could imagine. Vladimir was given strength that seemed limitless, the power to change his form at will, and the power to bend a lesser demon to his will. All this was given at a price, however, and Vladimir was forced to drink the blood of the living or starve, in the process, he would create others like himself. He was defeated some time in the late 1700's by a human whose name was Hellsing. Hellsing did not, however, destroy Vladimir. His current whereabouts are unknown, but because he is considered indestructable, he is presumed to be alive.
Vladimir had many known aliases, among them are: Count Dracula, Arikado, Drake, Alucard
Seras' eyes grew wide and her mouth fell open as she looked at the last of Vladimir's aliases. Alucard.
Could Alucard and Vladimir really be the same person? Seras doubted it, because Vladimir was said to be pure evil and Alucard was more... well, they were both evil, but Alucard seemed to be evil on a different scale. Seras didn't get a very long time to brood on this, however, because she ended up being called back to Integra's office for a report. She put the book back on the shelf and got out of there.
(Don't mind the short chapters, it's just the way I write.)
Seras had not dreamed scince she had first become a vampire, not that she remembered, at least. Her familiar had caused a few dreams, but that was only natural. It had, after all, just merged with her soul. After that her dreaming had stopped. She was dreaming now, she knew that much.
She was back in the room where she had me Vlad. He was there too. sitting in the same position in the same chair. He was laughing, a mad cackle not at all unlike Alucard's. Seras wondered if all of the truly old vampires grew to be the same, after a while. He spoke to Seras.
"I am still the beginning, I am still the end."
(Alpha and Omega.)
Seras realized that she heard his voice twice in the same instant. She "heard" his thought an instant before he put it into words. "Soon, what you wait for will happen soon."
(She is not ready.)
As he looked at her, she saw his fist tighten on his wine glass. It broke and the blood dripped to the floor.
"Grow stronger, let your hate flow, let your familiar take over. That is my final piece of advice to you. Go."
Seras woke up. She remembered the dream. Also she remembered how she seemed to hear his voice twice, just like when she had spoke with Alucard sometimes. It was uncanny, and a bit frightening. Now, however, she was hungry. As always, Walter had left blood for her. She gulped it down, barely tasteing it. Her hunger for blood had been growing stronger, not suprising, scince she was now providing sustenance for herself and for the... thing within her. A random soldier called her to Integra's office. She knew it would be freaks again, it always was.
The freaks still hadn't learned. They still shot at her with bullets that could harm her almost as much as insect bites, they still chose to fight instead of run. That was fine. She had completely forsaken her Halconnen, deciding that she would only use it if she needed to demolish something. Her pistols were much quicker. She turned the place into a bloodbath. She tried some of the Freak blood, but it was bitter. Seras was growing bored with these fools. She killed the last few slowly, letting them writhe in agony and scream until they lost thier voices.
Seras had returned to the Hellsing mansion in a horrible mood. She was so bored. She decided to take a closer look at what lay down in the deepest part of the dungeon.
She had no clue what it would be, either. She had never wandered into the deepest part of the dungeon. She had always been afraid. Now, however, curiosity and boredom overcame fear.
Seras walked down a large set of stairs. It grew darker, and the smell of blood, which at her room was faint, became all but overpowering. Aong the walls of the narrow hallway were doors by the dozen. She looked into some of these. There was blood everywhere. It was obviously a torture chamber, reffered to as an "Interrogation Room" Others were obviously simpler prison cells. She reached the end of the hallway. It ended in a door.
The door was large and made of some of the heaviest steel that Seras had ever seen. That was not the most striking thing about the door. Drawn on the door, so large that it was also drawn on the walls, cieling, and floor of the hallway, was a pentagonal star within a circle. Seras didn't have to be a vampire to know that it was drawn in blood. Her acute senses in the blood department told her that the blood belonged to a member of the Hellsing family. She could not be sure who. Trembling slightly, she touched the handle of the door. Whatever spell had been put on the door had long since been broken, but she could feel the power that was left on the door. It frightened her. She slowly pushed the door. It opened with a creak.
What she expected to see, she was not sure, but it was not a well-furnished, 18th century looking room. It may well have been part of the house, if it werent for the strong smell of blood and the fact that the room had obviously once been an isolation cell. A coffin lay on a pedestal. She could see words on it. She made out the word "Hermes" but the rest was badly smudged.
"This must have been Alucard's room." How she knew this, she could not be sure. She knew that no human in thier right mind would live in this place, so there was really no other choice. The walls were lined with books. On a pedestal, under a glass case, was a gun. It was a beautiful gun, it was such a pale shade of violet that it almost looked black. Written on one side of the barrel was 'Sum Deus' Seras thought back to the Latin she had learned in high school. 'Sum Deus' means "I am God" On the other side of the gun was written 'Do Immortalis' Seras thought for a moment.
"I give immortality" She said. She now had to get a closer look at the gun. She looked in particular at the bullets. They were filled with a red substance. She squeezed on of them, and a bit of the substance leaked onto her finger. She licked it. It was blood. Vampire blood. That was the purpose of the bullets, to deliver the blood of a vampire into a human. She wondered if the amount in one bullet would make a person into a ghoul or a true vampire. She guessed the latter, because there was a lot of blood in each bullet, but she couldn't be sure. What a dangerous weapon.
She turned to the books on the walls. Most were about, or at least related to, vampires. On a small table next to the bookshelf was a single book, propped up so that it's cover faced Seras.
'Bram Stoker's Dracula.'
She looked through the other books. One in particular caught her eye. It was large and leather-bound.
Seras lifted the book. It was old, written in the late eighteen-hundreds. She opened the book. It was a history of vampires. The most famous vampires in existence, and many of the lesser vampires. Next to each name was the date of birth, the date of re-birth, and the date of death. The histories of each vampire was very short and concise. Seras was looking for one name in particular. She found it near the center of the book.
VLADIMIR DRACULE
Born: approximately 1400 Re-born: approx 1450 Died: ?
Vladimir Dracule is the most powerful vampire currently known. He is believed to be immortal, but it is not known. What is known is that he is the most feared vampire in history.
Although vampire sightings go back to the early Babilonians, Vladimir Dracule is generally agreed to be, if not the original vampire, at least one of the original vampires. The story generally goes that Vladimir was also known as Vlad the Impaler. He was a man of such arrogance and evil that Satan himself took an interest in him. Satan offered Vladimir immortality. Being the man that he was, Vladimir took his offer. Satan gave him power beyond anything he could imagine. Vladimir was given strength that seemed limitless, the power to change his form at will, and the power to bend a lesser demon to his will. All this was given at a price, however, and Vladimir was forced to drink the blood of the living or starve, in the process, he would create others like himself. He was defeated some time in the late 1700's by a human whose name was Hellsing. Hellsing did not, however, destroy Vladimir. His current whereabouts are unknown, but because he is considered indestructable, he is presumed to be alive.
Vladimir had many known aliases, among them are: Count Dracula, Arikado, Drake, Alucard
Seras' eyes grew wide and her mouth fell open as she looked at the last of Vladimir's aliases. Alucard.
Could Alucard and Vladimir really be the same person? Seras doubted it, because Vladimir was said to be pure evil and Alucard was more... well, they were both evil, but Alucard seemed to be evil on a different scale. Seras didn't get a very long time to brood on this, however, because she ended up being called back to Integra's office for a report. She put the book back on the shelf and got out of there.
(Don't mind the short chapters, it's just the way I write.)