I don't own Hellsing. It's not mine. I'm not making money off this and my
story is dumb any way. So for those of you who want to make the most out of
each of your brain cells turn back now.
On a more serious note, it has come to my attention that the staff of twenty editors I keep under my employ are doing a piss pore job. I'd like to apologize for this. They apparently feel that the desks I keep them chained to are unfair workstations and that their weekly ration consisting of a bucket of fish heads is not enough to sustain them. So, until they all die and I'm able to purchase a new set from my Uzbekistani merchant you'll have to live with my mistakes.
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Alexander watched as the vampire's dust scattered in the wind. He was not satisfied with his kill for the day. He knew that the real monster behind the increase in vampire activity remained out of his grasp. Yet, more disturbing perhaps was the general increase of freaks. The mysterious appearance of these freak creatures over 13 years ago had remained unsolved, and he knew members of the Iscariot conclave were itching to be rid of the chipped fabrications.
This had been Iscariot's first real lead in almost 3 years. His only problem of course was keeping Hellsing's nose out of the matter. Fortunately, Sir Integral was busy concerning herself with the island to the right of him. However, things were brewing everywhere in the United Kingdom and it was obvious he would have to encounter the old battleaxe sooner or latter.
Alexander sighed and looked up at the sky. It was a beautiful harvest moon. It was the kind of moon that made men like him want to purify the earth of all who would oppose the will of God.
Winston sighed and placed his book on the coffee table next to him. He stood up and looked up at the sky through the tall French doors. He felt an urge to step out for a walk for some reason. As he opened the large doors he was greeted by the smell of calla lilies from a vase on the veranda.
It was unusually warm outside for October. Today had been his birthday but as usual his aunt had treated him like a child. They had argued when he had asked if he could go to the library in town on his own. Protective as ever she had yelled and demanded to know why he needed to go the library when they had such an extensive collection. When he had attempted to explain they lacked the book he needed she had blown a gasket over his choice in literature.
Winston couldn't help but wonder if he would ever be treated like an adult. He was so tired of being sheltered and damn near quarantined. His schooling consisted of his annoying tutor and the only free time he ever had was when he visited church. Fortunately, his aunt hated the Catholics, and wouldn't even allow him to be driven to the cathedral by their driver. At least when he turned 18 he would inherit the money his parents has left to him. Then he could do whatever he wanted
He looked up at the harvest moon and suddenly he felt something in the very marrow of his bones. Some primordial sense of looming doom. He turned and ran to the door throwing it open and then he heard the blood curdling screams of a woman. He didn't really know why but he didn't feel like running away. Instead he ran toward the newly silenced voice. His blood was pulsating and for some unexplainable reason he felt -alive.
His fingers glided up the railing as he ran up the stairs and headed toward his aunt's room. The door swung loosely and he entered the room not really knowing what he expected to find. To his horror in the darkness he saw some monster on top of his aunt's body. It appeared as though the creature was violating her in some way but all he could hear was a distinct slurping sound.
Then for some reason all his senses seemed to heighten. He could see the bodies more clearly in the darkness. He could hear her pulse slowly lull as her heart stopped and the blood in her veins ceased to flow. Most distinct of all though was the smell of blood. It filled his head weaving a spell upon him. It made him feel as though he were thirsty. Some how his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth and he felt as though he had not had anything to drink in days.
Then the monster looked up at him and it wasn't a monster at all. A beautiful woman smiled at him licking her lips and making a noise that almost sounded like purring. "You must be Winston," she said.
Winston reeled back at the sound of his name. "Who the hell are you and what have you done."
She grinned and stood up, holding his aunt in her arms. "Nothing you probably didn't want to do."
He looked at her stunned. "You murdered her. Why?"
"Don't you understand," she said "this weak human has held you back your whole life. I can sense it in your eyes. You don't grieve her death. You long for a taste."
"What do you mean a taste."
She burst out in laughter and dropped the body to the floor with a thud. "You know what I'm talking about. Haven't you always felt different. As though you were better."
"Better! What the hell do you mean better."
"I mean better than these mere humans. You know it in your blood. You are stronger then they are. The blood of a vampire flows in you."
He stared at the blood that trailed down the side of her face. "A vampire, what are you talking about?"
"Come with me and I will show you."
He looked at his aunt's mutilated body on the floor. Her eyes were still open wide in fear. It was true he didn't love her but he didn't want to see her dead. How could this woman do this to her. Then the smell of blood filled his head again and for a second he understood. He walked over to her, stepping over his aunt's dead body. It was as though she had hypnotized him. Then suddenly the window burst open and wind rushed into the room bringing the smell of calla lilies and he remembered the sanctity of life. He took up his right hand slowly and smacked the she demon's cheek. The noise rang through the air.
"I don't care for anything you have to show me."
To his shock she began to laugh again. "Oh you are like your father I met him once you know."
"My father." Winston felt some strange impulse and grabbed the woman. "What do you know about my father?"
"Come with me."
"Are you the devil come to tempt me," he said.
"Of course," she said.
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Integral: well you topped your last performance. That was even worse.
What's in a name: you're just mad because you weren't in this chapter.
Integral: no it really was bad. Probably because you wrote it at 1:30 at night
What's in a name: well I thought someone might like to read another chapter at 2:00 and I'm having an Evangelionathon.
Integral: man I wish I was at your place.
On a more serious note, it has come to my attention that the staff of twenty editors I keep under my employ are doing a piss pore job. I'd like to apologize for this. They apparently feel that the desks I keep them chained to are unfair workstations and that their weekly ration consisting of a bucket of fish heads is not enough to sustain them. So, until they all die and I'm able to purchase a new set from my Uzbekistani merchant you'll have to live with my mistakes.
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Alexander watched as the vampire's dust scattered in the wind. He was not satisfied with his kill for the day. He knew that the real monster behind the increase in vampire activity remained out of his grasp. Yet, more disturbing perhaps was the general increase of freaks. The mysterious appearance of these freak creatures over 13 years ago had remained unsolved, and he knew members of the Iscariot conclave were itching to be rid of the chipped fabrications.
This had been Iscariot's first real lead in almost 3 years. His only problem of course was keeping Hellsing's nose out of the matter. Fortunately, Sir Integral was busy concerning herself with the island to the right of him. However, things were brewing everywhere in the United Kingdom and it was obvious he would have to encounter the old battleaxe sooner or latter.
Alexander sighed and looked up at the sky. It was a beautiful harvest moon. It was the kind of moon that made men like him want to purify the earth of all who would oppose the will of God.
Winston sighed and placed his book on the coffee table next to him. He stood up and looked up at the sky through the tall French doors. He felt an urge to step out for a walk for some reason. As he opened the large doors he was greeted by the smell of calla lilies from a vase on the veranda.
It was unusually warm outside for October. Today had been his birthday but as usual his aunt had treated him like a child. They had argued when he had asked if he could go to the library in town on his own. Protective as ever she had yelled and demanded to know why he needed to go the library when they had such an extensive collection. When he had attempted to explain they lacked the book he needed she had blown a gasket over his choice in literature.
Winston couldn't help but wonder if he would ever be treated like an adult. He was so tired of being sheltered and damn near quarantined. His schooling consisted of his annoying tutor and the only free time he ever had was when he visited church. Fortunately, his aunt hated the Catholics, and wouldn't even allow him to be driven to the cathedral by their driver. At least when he turned 18 he would inherit the money his parents has left to him. Then he could do whatever he wanted
He looked up at the harvest moon and suddenly he felt something in the very marrow of his bones. Some primordial sense of looming doom. He turned and ran to the door throwing it open and then he heard the blood curdling screams of a woman. He didn't really know why but he didn't feel like running away. Instead he ran toward the newly silenced voice. His blood was pulsating and for some unexplainable reason he felt -alive.
His fingers glided up the railing as he ran up the stairs and headed toward his aunt's room. The door swung loosely and he entered the room not really knowing what he expected to find. To his horror in the darkness he saw some monster on top of his aunt's body. It appeared as though the creature was violating her in some way but all he could hear was a distinct slurping sound.
Then for some reason all his senses seemed to heighten. He could see the bodies more clearly in the darkness. He could hear her pulse slowly lull as her heart stopped and the blood in her veins ceased to flow. Most distinct of all though was the smell of blood. It filled his head weaving a spell upon him. It made him feel as though he were thirsty. Some how his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth and he felt as though he had not had anything to drink in days.
Then the monster looked up at him and it wasn't a monster at all. A beautiful woman smiled at him licking her lips and making a noise that almost sounded like purring. "You must be Winston," she said.
Winston reeled back at the sound of his name. "Who the hell are you and what have you done."
She grinned and stood up, holding his aunt in her arms. "Nothing you probably didn't want to do."
He looked at her stunned. "You murdered her. Why?"
"Don't you understand," she said "this weak human has held you back your whole life. I can sense it in your eyes. You don't grieve her death. You long for a taste."
"What do you mean a taste."
She burst out in laughter and dropped the body to the floor with a thud. "You know what I'm talking about. Haven't you always felt different. As though you were better."
"Better! What the hell do you mean better."
"I mean better than these mere humans. You know it in your blood. You are stronger then they are. The blood of a vampire flows in you."
He stared at the blood that trailed down the side of her face. "A vampire, what are you talking about?"
"Come with me and I will show you."
He looked at his aunt's mutilated body on the floor. Her eyes were still open wide in fear. It was true he didn't love her but he didn't want to see her dead. How could this woman do this to her. Then the smell of blood filled his head again and for a second he understood. He walked over to her, stepping over his aunt's dead body. It was as though she had hypnotized him. Then suddenly the window burst open and wind rushed into the room bringing the smell of calla lilies and he remembered the sanctity of life. He took up his right hand slowly and smacked the she demon's cheek. The noise rang through the air.
"I don't care for anything you have to show me."
To his shock she began to laugh again. "Oh you are like your father I met him once you know."
"My father." Winston felt some strange impulse and grabbed the woman. "What do you know about my father?"
"Come with me."
"Are you the devil come to tempt me," he said.
"Of course," she said.
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Integral: well you topped your last performance. That was even worse.
What's in a name: you're just mad because you weren't in this chapter.
Integral: no it really was bad. Probably because you wrote it at 1:30 at night
What's in a name: well I thought someone might like to read another chapter at 2:00 and I'm having an Evangelionathon.
Integral: man I wish I was at your place.
