Beginning's End
By: Lazeralk
Standard disclaimers apply.
"Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end." – Semisonic
Part 11
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Olivia glared at the wolf and his troops, dragging the box further into the room. Seras walked over to her, trusting Arucard to watch her back. She remembered the woman with startling clarity as one of the first humans she'd ever fed on.
"Hello Olivia." Said Seras.
"Do I know you?" asked the human struggling to recall a memory that had been erased from her mind.
"Yes, but you don't remember. What's in there?" she asked pointing to the large crate.
"Ammo." Was the mortals answer as she un-hooked the latches and struggled to lift the lid. Seras grasped it one hand and almost tore it off the hinges. Piles of spare clips filled the container to the brim.
"Are these blessed silver?"
"Not blessed, but silver. We don't keep anything blessed in the castle." Answered Olivia.
Seras nodded to herself as she dug through the pile of different size and caliber bullets. There were no clips for the Cassul as those were custom made by Hellsing and whoever Galina's mysterious supplier was, but she did find extra clips for her Berettas and Galina's Browning's and AKM.
She reloaded and stored as many clips on her person as possible before easily dragging the cart over to Galina who also reloaded.
"Enough." Said Fenrir, making an abrupt cutting motion with his clawed hand.
His last force of werewolves, hesitated a moment before reluctantly charging the assembled vampires. They didn't want to die; they were tired of this war already. Each of Arucard's supporters took a section of wolves and cleanly wiped them out, efficiently cutting them down one by one. The wolves died, their hearts not in the fight, and Fenrir raged as he watched them.
In an almost lay manner, Arucard snapped neck and spines, his face full of disgust. It was all too easy. Abruptly he staggered, red-hot pain overwhelming his senses. Fenrir was laughing hysterically but the nosferatu hardly heard it at all. He looked down at himself but found no wound. The pain stopped and he righted himself, looking around in confusion.
Then he saw it.
Isabella, an insane look of rage on her face, had taken the Blade to Call All Darkness and plunged it straight into Seras' heart. The police-girl was dead. Truly dead.
Arucard blinked. Surely it was an illusion. But no, the pain of her death had been real enough. Isabella had slain his police-girl. He stood frozen for a moment, his body refusing to work. His police-girl. His mind was screaming something he couldn't hear, and Integra's face was suddenly floating before him, her rare gentle smile gracing her lips. Then she returned to her normal expression, her icy eyes glinting like chips of steel.
'Well go on, avenge the woman you love.' She seemed to whisper, then she was gone as if she'd never been and Arucard snapped back to the present.
Had he just seen Integra? No, she was dead. So was his police-girl. No, that's not right, she was just here. Arucard brought his hands up to his temples, trying to stop his head from spinning. Nothing made any sense; it was Integra who was dead, not Sears, so why was Integra talking to him and Seras lying unmoving on the floor? Were they both dead? How did that happen? Oh yes, Isabella. Isabella? Why? When did she get the sword? Is Isabella dead too? No, she's standing up. The police-girl? No, she's dead. Should she be dead? No. Should Isabella?
YES!
He hissed as his mind screamed and he suddenly had purpose, he faded and was standing behind his former ally, his hand reaching for the sword of it's own volition. He watched sort of numbly as his body drove the blade into her heart, his gaze focused on his child's face. He couldn't look away, he was waiting. Waiting for her to breath or twitch or something, anything.
Someone was screaming, inside his head, no it was two voices. Was he going insane? No. Whose was the other voice? He didn't know.
-Wake up police-girl. –
She didn't.
-I said wake up police-girl. – He was more forceful this time.
She didn't even twitch.
-She won't wake up. –
Who said that?
-I did. –
Who are you?
-Allen. –
Ah, the Blade. Why won't she wake up?
-She's dead. –
No, she's not. Dead is a relative term. I'm dead. It doesn't matter.
-She's truly dead. –
She's not. She can't be. I didn't tell her she could die. I'm waiting for her to tell me that she loved me. She wanted to you know. I can tell.
-You're pathetic. She's gone. Pushing up daisies. Flat lined. It doesn't get any more dead than this. –
I can do that to. Flat line I mean, it doesn't change anything. She should really wake up now. I have to tell her that I love her too. She's going to be my Queen you know. She can't die before I tell her that, I'm her Master.
-Too bad. –
Too bad what? Is she just tired? She can sleep in my bed if she wants. What's that buzzing noise?
-People are talking to you, have been for a while now. –
Why? What do they want? Seras has to wake up now. I'm getting tired of waiting.
Silence, and the police-girl's face, getting pale now. But she was always pale.
This is why I said I'd never fall in love again. What? Why? Because this is what happens. It hurts, and I'm not supposed to hurt. I'm a monster. Seras doesn't see me that way. So? She's dead, does it matter? Yes. Why? Because I love her. Doesn't that matter? Maybe. No. She's dead so it doesn't. Matter to who? Me. No, her. It matters to me. Does it? Yes. Why? Because I love her. You said that already. I know. No, you said it. Said what? That you love her. When? Just now.
"Arucard, I'm so sorry." That's Galina. Why is she sorry? Did she break something?
"I didn't know you loved her."
Loved? No. I still love her, why is that bad?
"I'm so sorry." Again with the sorry. What's wrong with you woman? Oh, Isabella is dead. I think. There's a sword through her heart, would that kill her? No.
-Yes. –
Oh it's you again. Why would that kill her?
-Because I absorbed all of her power and life energy. –
Oh. That's nice. Why?
-Because you drove me into her heart and told me to feed. You screamed at me to drain her dry and make it as painful as possible. –
I did? When? I don't remember that.
-You were...preoccupied. –
Ah, I see. Sorry about that.
-You should say something. They're worried about you. –
Who? The buzzing is back. It's annoying. Someone is screaming again too.
-You're screaming. –
I am? Oh, I should stop. Have I stopped?
-No. You keep screaming at my mother to wake up. –
Oh, that's embarrassing. She won't wake up? Still? Why not?
-She's dead. –
NO! No she's not! Don't say that! You're wrong. She's just...sleeping.
Isn't she?
...-No. –
Arucard abruptly stopped screaming, his startled eyes focused on the corpse of his child, held tightly in his arms as he kneeled in the blood. His allies stood around him, Fenrir's decapitated corpse lying forgotten behind them. He gazed down at her face and lovingly traced the line of her jaw, his chest tightening painfully when her head lolled listlessly.
"No." he whispered brokenly, trying to go back to his state of disbelief. It didn't hurt when he didn't believe. But he couldn't, she was dead. His...Seras. Dead.
"Seras." He repeated vaguely. Mindlessly parroting his own thoughts. There's a wilted rose there, and snow. Is it winter?
"Seras." He said again, hoping she'd open her eyes at his call. She didn't.
"I love you." He whispered, if that didn't make her wake up, he didn't know what would. She'd jump up and gasp and get all flustered before hugging him again in her girl-ly way any second now. She would.
She would.
Wouldn't she?
Someone moved. He glared up at...Shadow? Yes, it was her. She took the sword from him, held it in front of her face. What was she doing? He didn't care; He looked back down at Seras and cradled her closer to his chest so she'd be comfortable.
He stopped, she didn't need to be comfortable, she was dead. His face was wet, was he crying? Yes, he was crying. Had he been crying for a long time? He didn't know, maybe. Maybe there was just blood in his hair. Allen was glowing; didn't he only do that for Seras?
Shadow walked towards the sunken form of Arucard and the body of his love. She stared at them and smiled sadly before gently pulling his arm away from the wound in his chest and lifting his chin to look at her.
"Arucard. Can you hear me?" she asked.
"Yes." He answered, his brow furrowing in confusion, what kind of stupid question was that? Of course he could hear her.
"Good. I need for you to keep looking at me. Don't loose my eyes no matter what ok?" she asked.
He could do that. Was it some test? Would it help wake her up? He gazed into coal black eyes, and just barely saw the sword moving again, the blade was descending slowly, ever so slowly. He could stop it at any time. He didn't, it was the test. He had to keep watching Shadow's eyes or Seras would never wake up again. He wanted her to wake up so he had to pass this test. The blade was going towards him. Was she going to stab him? Would that help Seras? Maybe. If it did, then it was ok, even if it meant Shadow got a free hit. He'd get her back later. Once Seras woke up and told his she loved him, then he'd get her back. Shouldn't the sword have hit him by now? He didn't feel anything.
He tore his eyes away from Shadow and looked down to see the sword re- embedded in his police-girl. That was wrong!
Rage filled him and he leapt at Shadow, his hands hooked into claws. He'd kill her! He'd rip her to shreds! She hurt Seras! She'd die!
Shadow just stood there and waited, watching as Arucard came closer, her death in his eyes.
End part 11
Part 11
*
Olivia glared at the wolf and his troops, dragging the box further into the room. Seras walked over to her, trusting Arucard to watch her back. She remembered the woman with startling clarity as one of the first humans she'd ever fed on.
"Hello Olivia." Said Seras.
"Do I know you?" asked the human struggling to recall a memory that had been erased from her mind.
"Yes, but you don't remember. What's in there?" she asked pointing to the large crate.
"Ammo." Was the mortals answer as she un-hooked the latches and struggled to lift the lid. Seras grasped it one hand and almost tore it off the hinges. Piles of spare clips filled the container to the brim.
"Are these blessed silver?"
"Not blessed, but silver. We don't keep anything blessed in the castle." Answered Olivia.
Seras nodded to herself as she dug through the pile of different size and caliber bullets. There were no clips for the Cassul as those were custom made by Hellsing and whoever Galina's mysterious supplier was, but she did find extra clips for her Berettas and Galina's Browning's and AKM.
She reloaded and stored as many clips on her person as possible before easily dragging the cart over to Galina who also reloaded.
"Enough." Said Fenrir, making an abrupt cutting motion with his clawed hand.
His last force of werewolves, hesitated a moment before reluctantly charging the assembled vampires. They didn't want to die; they were tired of this war already. Each of Arucard's supporters took a section of wolves and cleanly wiped them out, efficiently cutting them down one by one. The wolves died, their hearts not in the fight, and Fenrir raged as he watched them.
In an almost lay manner, Arucard snapped neck and spines, his face full of disgust. It was all too easy. Abruptly he staggered, red-hot pain overwhelming his senses. Fenrir was laughing hysterically but the nosferatu hardly heard it at all. He looked down at himself but found no wound. The pain stopped and he righted himself, looking around in confusion.
Then he saw it.
Isabella, an insane look of rage on her face, had taken the Blade to Call All Darkness and plunged it straight into Seras' heart. The police-girl was dead. Truly dead.
Arucard blinked. Surely it was an illusion. But no, the pain of her death had been real enough. Isabella had slain his police-girl. He stood frozen for a moment, his body refusing to work. His police-girl. His mind was screaming something he couldn't hear, and Integra's face was suddenly floating before him, her rare gentle smile gracing her lips. Then she returned to her normal expression, her icy eyes glinting like chips of steel.
'Well go on, avenge the woman you love.' She seemed to whisper, then she was gone as if she'd never been and Arucard snapped back to the present.
Had he just seen Integra? No, she was dead. So was his police-girl. No, that's not right, she was just here. Arucard brought his hands up to his temples, trying to stop his head from spinning. Nothing made any sense; it was Integra who was dead, not Sears, so why was Integra talking to him and Seras lying unmoving on the floor? Were they both dead? How did that happen? Oh yes, Isabella. Isabella? Why? When did she get the sword? Is Isabella dead too? No, she's standing up. The police-girl? No, she's dead. Should she be dead? No. Should Isabella?
YES!
He hissed as his mind screamed and he suddenly had purpose, he faded and was standing behind his former ally, his hand reaching for the sword of it's own volition. He watched sort of numbly as his body drove the blade into her heart, his gaze focused on his child's face. He couldn't look away, he was waiting. Waiting for her to breath or twitch or something, anything.
Someone was screaming, inside his head, no it was two voices. Was he going insane? No. Whose was the other voice? He didn't know.
-Wake up police-girl. –
She didn't.
-I said wake up police-girl. – He was more forceful this time.
She didn't even twitch.
-She won't wake up. –
Who said that?
-I did. –
Who are you?
-Allen. –
Ah, the Blade. Why won't she wake up?
-She's dead. –
No, she's not. Dead is a relative term. I'm dead. It doesn't matter.
-She's truly dead. –
She's not. She can't be. I didn't tell her she could die. I'm waiting for her to tell me that she loved me. She wanted to you know. I can tell.
-You're pathetic. She's gone. Pushing up daisies. Flat lined. It doesn't get any more dead than this. –
I can do that to. Flat line I mean, it doesn't change anything. She should really wake up now. I have to tell her that I love her too. She's going to be my Queen you know. She can't die before I tell her that, I'm her Master.
-Too bad. –
Too bad what? Is she just tired? She can sleep in my bed if she wants. What's that buzzing noise?
-People are talking to you, have been for a while now. –
Why? What do they want? Seras has to wake up now. I'm getting tired of waiting.
Silence, and the police-girl's face, getting pale now. But she was always pale.
This is why I said I'd never fall in love again. What? Why? Because this is what happens. It hurts, and I'm not supposed to hurt. I'm a monster. Seras doesn't see me that way. So? She's dead, does it matter? Yes. Why? Because I love her. Doesn't that matter? Maybe. No. She's dead so it doesn't. Matter to who? Me. No, her. It matters to me. Does it? Yes. Why? Because I love her. You said that already. I know. No, you said it. Said what? That you love her. When? Just now.
"Arucard, I'm so sorry." That's Galina. Why is she sorry? Did she break something?
"I didn't know you loved her."
Loved? No. I still love her, why is that bad?
"I'm so sorry." Again with the sorry. What's wrong with you woman? Oh, Isabella is dead. I think. There's a sword through her heart, would that kill her? No.
-Yes. –
Oh it's you again. Why would that kill her?
-Because I absorbed all of her power and life energy. –
Oh. That's nice. Why?
-Because you drove me into her heart and told me to feed. You screamed at me to drain her dry and make it as painful as possible. –
I did? When? I don't remember that.
-You were...preoccupied. –
Ah, I see. Sorry about that.
-You should say something. They're worried about you. –
Who? The buzzing is back. It's annoying. Someone is screaming again too.
-You're screaming. –
I am? Oh, I should stop. Have I stopped?
-No. You keep screaming at my mother to wake up. –
Oh, that's embarrassing. She won't wake up? Still? Why not?
-She's dead. –
NO! No she's not! Don't say that! You're wrong. She's just...sleeping.
Isn't she?
...-No. –
Arucard abruptly stopped screaming, his startled eyes focused on the corpse of his child, held tightly in his arms as he kneeled in the blood. His allies stood around him, Fenrir's decapitated corpse lying forgotten behind them. He gazed down at her face and lovingly traced the line of her jaw, his chest tightening painfully when her head lolled listlessly.
"No." he whispered brokenly, trying to go back to his state of disbelief. It didn't hurt when he didn't believe. But he couldn't, she was dead. His...Seras. Dead.
"Seras." He repeated vaguely. Mindlessly parroting his own thoughts. There's a wilted rose there, and snow. Is it winter?
"Seras." He said again, hoping she'd open her eyes at his call. She didn't.
"I love you." He whispered, if that didn't make her wake up, he didn't know what would. She'd jump up and gasp and get all flustered before hugging him again in her girl-ly way any second now. She would.
She would.
Wouldn't she?
Someone moved. He glared up at...Shadow? Yes, it was her. She took the sword from him, held it in front of her face. What was she doing? He didn't care; He looked back down at Seras and cradled her closer to his chest so she'd be comfortable.
He stopped, she didn't need to be comfortable, she was dead. His face was wet, was he crying? Yes, he was crying. Had he been crying for a long time? He didn't know, maybe. Maybe there was just blood in his hair. Allen was glowing; didn't he only do that for Seras?
Shadow walked towards the sunken form of Arucard and the body of his love. She stared at them and smiled sadly before gently pulling his arm away from the wound in his chest and lifting his chin to look at her.
"Arucard. Can you hear me?" she asked.
"Yes." He answered, his brow furrowing in confusion, what kind of stupid question was that? Of course he could hear her.
"Good. I need for you to keep looking at me. Don't loose my eyes no matter what ok?" she asked.
He could do that. Was it some test? Would it help wake her up? He gazed into coal black eyes, and just barely saw the sword moving again, the blade was descending slowly, ever so slowly. He could stop it at any time. He didn't, it was the test. He had to keep watching Shadow's eyes or Seras would never wake up again. He wanted her to wake up so he had to pass this test. The blade was going towards him. Was she going to stab him? Would that help Seras? Maybe. If it did, then it was ok, even if it meant Shadow got a free hit. He'd get her back later. Once Seras woke up and told his she loved him, then he'd get her back. Shouldn't the sword have hit him by now? He didn't feel anything.
He tore his eyes away from Shadow and looked down to see the sword re- embedded in his police-girl. That was wrong!
Rage filled him and he leapt at Shadow, his hands hooked into claws. He'd kill her! He'd rip her to shreds! She hurt Seras! She'd die!
Shadow just stood there and waited, watching as Arucard came closer, her death in his eyes.
End part 11