"Now listen here kid! What you did back there was not only reckless,
but probably the most foolish thing you did in a long time!" Shouted out
from across the room a shaggy gray haired old man, wearing a pair of broken
in pair of jeans, and a black vest that covered a gray shirt. The man that
was shouting was also walking with a limp. "Didn't I teach you a God Damn
thing kid!
"Hump" Was all that was uttered by the only other person in the room.
"Look KID!" The old man said now face to face with his companion who was sitting down. "I may have been gone a few years, but I know what the Fuck I am talking about. Now get it straight. This one is different then the ones we have been dealing with. He is unlike anything you have been trained with. Now you are good, hell you are even better than I ever I was, but even at this condition that vampire can beat you with out putting any effort on his part." (Sigh) "Come on kid lets load up our guest onto the van." the old man said before making his way to where they had the vampire at.
"Why?" Asked the younger of the two.
"We are going to visit an some friends of mine. Now come on." With that being said the young one stood up, and proceeded to put on a black coat. How ever soon stopped when he looked at his hand. Their on his hand was several scratch marks that was closely put together. "How did he do this? I didn't even feel a thing." He thought to himself as he to leafed the room.
min. before
"Now just keep an eye on him while I bring some clothes for him." The oldest of the three said before making his departure.
"Listen here suck-head I don't know how you are faking this, but you and I both know you are completely healed. So just tell what game are you trying to pull here. Or you will regret it you hear me!" Barked out the man that stood in front of the not fully clothed vampire.
"Y.. you ..... must of had .... a...allot of tro...trouble in the p...past with those 'rouge servants' you h.. have killed (Heh)Slayer." The vampire struggled to talk while trying to conserve as much energy as possible, and was still restrained by shackles and chains laced with garlic.
"Rouge!? What the hell are you talking about." The slayer of vampires asked while hiding his confusion.
"You should have listened to your friend, I am nothing like those rouge servants that did not deserved to become true vampires, yet they found a way to ascend above their masters word." Finish the vampire, now able to talk better now that some of his strength had returned, however still weaken by the restrains, and yet tried to find a way to continue his conversation. "So tell me what was that stupid phrase they dare use to separate themselves from the ones they turn?" (snaps fingers) "Ah yes they call themselves pure bloods do they not." Stated the vampire now
"So then you are not a pure blood." Asked the killer of vampires.
"Me? I am far more then what they will ever be. So what's the name of the one that stands before me. You can call me Ranma." Ranma stated while looking back into the eye of his captor. But when it became evident that he would not receive an answer it started to anger him. "How rude who the does he think he is." (Sigh) "W..what well now isn't that interesting." Thought Ranma as a big secret came to his attention. "Well if you won't give me your name fine. Tell me have you had any good blood in while." Ranma could only help, but smirk at his reaction. "Oh come on now you are dhampir after all." "How can he standing yet alone be at this age if he has not have blood." Thought Ranma to himself. "Oh well it's been fun, but I better get out of here. Now all I got to do is press his buttons just right." "I remember the first time the thirst hit me it hit me hard. I mean just image if it hit you while you're at let say a club. Can you imagine all those veins filled with blood being pumped. All those humans just wait to be my next me...
"AHHH!" Screamed the now thoroughly angered slayer interrupting Ranma speech. "The names Blade and it will be the last one you will hear!" While slamming him to the wall.
"Perfect!" Ranma thought to himself as he soon realize that this foolish dhampir helped him. The shackles and chains had now been broken by the force that Blade had used.
"You know, you are going to really wish that you had not done that." Ranma said with a sly smirk across his face. As he started to fade into the wall, and smirked even more at the shocked expression on the dhampir, now known to him as Blade, as witness the incredible feet.
"W what the hell?" Barked out Blade as his hands now held nothing in them. "O.K. I don't how you did that but you are." He never finished as he yelled out as he felt an intense pain that had followed a kick to his head.
"Looks like I have overestimated your abilities. Maybe the vampire that helped in creating you was a rouge as well." Ranma said as he was about to took a fighting stance. "Such a pity. I was hoping for a good fight."
"Sorry you can blame it on his youth." The gray-haired man returned with some clothes and shotgun that was cocked and aimed at the pigtail wearing vampire.
"Normally I would not worry about guns, but I have a pretty good idea what's in those shells. I will even go one step further to say that they are blessed right." Ranma said as he stood still.
"Your a smart one I will give you that." He smirked as he tossed him some clothes.
Present time
"Halt! This is private." The guard said as he looked at the van that pulled up.
"Yeah I know I use work here kid. Tell the head of the mansion that Whistler's back, and I got a "True vampire" in here." The gray-haired man known as Whistler stated while pointing to the back of the van.
"Sorry, but I have to check to see if you have clearance, or will be given." With that the guard went back to the booth. "It will be O.K. Sorry for not letting you in so easily Captain Whistler my apologize."
"No no it's O.K also just call me Whistler, I am after all no longer with Hellsing these days. So I guess the rumor that the mansion being attacked was not a lie." Whistler spoke as started the van again.
"No they weren't. We took a very nearly fatal blow, but we are on the road to recovery." The guard spoke before opening the gates. "Miss Hellsing will be meeting you at the front of the mansion." With that he watch as the van driven by the ex-captain drove off to the mansion.
"Hump" Was all that was uttered by the only other person in the room.
"Look KID!" The old man said now face to face with his companion who was sitting down. "I may have been gone a few years, but I know what the Fuck I am talking about. Now get it straight. This one is different then the ones we have been dealing with. He is unlike anything you have been trained with. Now you are good, hell you are even better than I ever I was, but even at this condition that vampire can beat you with out putting any effort on his part." (Sigh) "Come on kid lets load up our guest onto the van." the old man said before making his way to where they had the vampire at.
"Why?" Asked the younger of the two.
"We are going to visit an some friends of mine. Now come on." With that being said the young one stood up, and proceeded to put on a black coat. How ever soon stopped when he looked at his hand. Their on his hand was several scratch marks that was closely put together. "How did he do this? I didn't even feel a thing." He thought to himself as he to leafed the room.
min. before
"Now just keep an eye on him while I bring some clothes for him." The oldest of the three said before making his departure.
"Listen here suck-head I don't know how you are faking this, but you and I both know you are completely healed. So just tell what game are you trying to pull here. Or you will regret it you hear me!" Barked out the man that stood in front of the not fully clothed vampire.
"Y.. you ..... must of had .... a...allot of tro...trouble in the p...past with those 'rouge servants' you h.. have killed (Heh)Slayer." The vampire struggled to talk while trying to conserve as much energy as possible, and was still restrained by shackles and chains laced with garlic.
"Rouge!? What the hell are you talking about." The slayer of vampires asked while hiding his confusion.
"You should have listened to your friend, I am nothing like those rouge servants that did not deserved to become true vampires, yet they found a way to ascend above their masters word." Finish the vampire, now able to talk better now that some of his strength had returned, however still weaken by the restrains, and yet tried to find a way to continue his conversation. "So tell me what was that stupid phrase they dare use to separate themselves from the ones they turn?" (snaps fingers) "Ah yes they call themselves pure bloods do they not." Stated the vampire now
"So then you are not a pure blood." Asked the killer of vampires.
"Me? I am far more then what they will ever be. So what's the name of the one that stands before me. You can call me Ranma." Ranma stated while looking back into the eye of his captor. But when it became evident that he would not receive an answer it started to anger him. "How rude who the does he think he is." (Sigh) "W..what well now isn't that interesting." Thought Ranma as a big secret came to his attention. "Well if you won't give me your name fine. Tell me have you had any good blood in while." Ranma could only help, but smirk at his reaction. "Oh come on now you are dhampir after all." "How can he standing yet alone be at this age if he has not have blood." Thought Ranma to himself. "Oh well it's been fun, but I better get out of here. Now all I got to do is press his buttons just right." "I remember the first time the thirst hit me it hit me hard. I mean just image if it hit you while you're at let say a club. Can you imagine all those veins filled with blood being pumped. All those humans just wait to be my next me...
"AHHH!" Screamed the now thoroughly angered slayer interrupting Ranma speech. "The names Blade and it will be the last one you will hear!" While slamming him to the wall.
"Perfect!" Ranma thought to himself as he soon realize that this foolish dhampir helped him. The shackles and chains had now been broken by the force that Blade had used.
"You know, you are going to really wish that you had not done that." Ranma said with a sly smirk across his face. As he started to fade into the wall, and smirked even more at the shocked expression on the dhampir, now known to him as Blade, as witness the incredible feet.
"W what the hell?" Barked out Blade as his hands now held nothing in them. "O.K. I don't how you did that but you are." He never finished as he yelled out as he felt an intense pain that had followed a kick to his head.
"Looks like I have overestimated your abilities. Maybe the vampire that helped in creating you was a rouge as well." Ranma said as he was about to took a fighting stance. "Such a pity. I was hoping for a good fight."
"Sorry you can blame it on his youth." The gray-haired man returned with some clothes and shotgun that was cocked and aimed at the pigtail wearing vampire.
"Normally I would not worry about guns, but I have a pretty good idea what's in those shells. I will even go one step further to say that they are blessed right." Ranma said as he stood still.
"Your a smart one I will give you that." He smirked as he tossed him some clothes.
Present time
"Halt! This is private." The guard said as he looked at the van that pulled up.
"Yeah I know I use work here kid. Tell the head of the mansion that Whistler's back, and I got a "True vampire" in here." The gray-haired man known as Whistler stated while pointing to the back of the van.
"Sorry, but I have to check to see if you have clearance, or will be given." With that the guard went back to the booth. "It will be O.K. Sorry for not letting you in so easily Captain Whistler my apologize."
"No no it's O.K also just call me Whistler, I am after all no longer with Hellsing these days. So I guess the rumor that the mansion being attacked was not a lie." Whistler spoke as started the van again.
"No they weren't. We took a very nearly fatal blow, but we are on the road to recovery." The guard spoke before opening the gates. "Miss Hellsing will be meeting you at the front of the mansion." With that he watch as the van driven by the ex-captain drove off to the mansion.