Hellgun
By Alexnandru Van Gordon and Victor Van Heiring
Alex: Greeting loyal readers! Just because we received seven reviews in one day, Victor and I are making this next chapter sooner than later so none of you get a stomach ulcer from waiting. Thanks you guys!
Victor: Mwahahahaha! I have got the seat of power!
Alex: (Pushing Victor off and taking his spot) Now you don't—now say something serious so we can get this started!
Victor: Shut up, preacher boy! I just ate supper but I'm still hungry for a story!
Alex: (Sighing and shaking head.) You and your corny sayings—but you're right! Without further adieu…
DISCLAIMER: Nope—Nada—Nihil! Neither Victor nor I own Trigun, Hellsing, or anything of the like. This plot is all we have… (Sniff)…
Alex: PS—no, we did not forget Knives.
CHAPTER TWO: Unnerving greetings
Knives woke up with the weirdest headache since the day Vash almost blew him to smithereens. Well, this little accident had been because of his brother too, but what else would someone expect from such an idiot. Sometimes he wondered how Vash could have survived for so very long. It was one of life's greatest mysteries.
It was cold—a major difference from the boiling hot sands of the deserted planet Gunpowder. Wherever he was, it most certainly wasn't that hell hole. But yes…it was basically freezing…
Willing his eyes to open, he lifted his face from the rocky earth and took in his surroundings. There were trees…so many trees and bushes and flowers and…a walkway with a bench. That could only mean one thing—
Humans…
The word was like venom on his tongue, a taste he despised with all his heart and soul. This place would meet the same demise as the earth Rem came from, and it would be because of those monsters. Vash thought he was a monster, but if only he could see this now…then he would know what they destroyed.
Furious, he lifted his fist and slammed it back to the ground before standing up. Gunpowder, earth…and now this beautiful place! He couldn't stand it! Humans were a persistent parasite that infested any crack or cranny they could find. It was so damn annoying and disturbing, the thought of it made him nauseous. He had to find the humans and their colonies…he had to destroy them before this place fell to the same doom Earth had faced.
There was a scream, a delicate and soothing sound he had longed to hear for quite some time. A female of the human race was either dying or suffering a torment too painful to endure. The scream was like music to his ears…
Smirking, he limped off in the direction of the scream, a hand held over a bullet wound that re-opened. He could handle the pain. He just wanted to see the ordeal…
Standing behind a tree, he squinted in the dark of the night at two figures sitting on a bench. Well…one was leaning over—a man…kissing the neck of the wide-eyed woman. Her mouth was opened a gap and her eyes stared blankly at the starry sky above. She made no further sounds, but her hand twitched, a symbol that she was still alive and suffering from whatever pain she was feeling. But what was causing it…
He squinted harder, a grin playing on his pale face. The man wasn't kissing her neck—he was chewing on it, a thin line of blood trickling down her delicate neck. He was consuming the very essence of her life—something she deserved for being a pathetic human. How he was enjoying this…
The man brought his face away from her and wiped what little blood he had on his face off with the back of a hand. He dropped her and she fell to the ground like a rag doll, dying without anyone to care. The man should have eaten all of her, but who was Knives to say? At least the man was right in his mind to do what he was doing.
The man turned his high cheek boned face in the direction of Knives, seeming to know of Knives presence as he stalked towards the tree. He had long red hair and unnatural violet eyes. His glasses fell down his nose, but he pushed them back up with a grin, his pale thin face showing the look of a true hidden demon. He was adorned in a three-quarter length white suit (Victor: for those of you who don't know what that means, the coat of the suit goes down to about the knees), and he appeared to be about thirty in age, but something about the air of him told Knives he was older. The man was interesting, and Knives felt he liked this guy…
"Good evening, sir." The man said with a British accent. Knives remembered Rem imitating the British dialect when he and Vash were kids—but that couldn't be so. England was on earth, and the British didn't have much influence on the surviving human race. In fact, not many survived even before the humans evacuated earth.
Knives continued to grin and didn't move from his spot. "Evening to you, sir. Would you mind telling me where I am. I seem to be lost…"
"Lost?" The man asked in sarcastic surprise. "I do so hope someone goes looking for you. It would be such a pity if you suddenly disappeared."
"I can't say I would be missed."
The man stopped a pace away from him, grinning with his slightly fanged mouth. "Is that so?"
And he lunged.
Knives saw it coming and stepped aside as simply as he would, had he been dodging a bullet. The man—or whatever he was—tried again, reaching out to grab Knives. The man was fast—Knives had to admit that—but he wasn't nearly as fast as him. He stepped aside again, but this time brought his fist up into the man's gut and they both paused after the action. Pain registered in the man's mind and he stumbled back a step, a hand on his stomach as he frowned.
"You aren't human." The man said in disappointment.
"And neither are you."
The man grinned. "So what? Never saw a vampire before? I thought news got out about us after that stupid newsgirl."
"I told you—I'm lost. Doesn't that indicate that I'm not from around here?"
"I suppose…" Then he laughed. "If you're not human—than what exactly are you?"
This was going to be very interesting…
-Alucard-
It didn't take him very long to return to the Hellsing HQ, and when he arrived he was not at all surprised that nobody dared to ask him where he had been. Everyone should have been asleep, but there was an agent who stared at him until Alucard turned his head the man's way. The man averted his gaze immediately and continued with whatever work he had set out to do, the usual behavior of the humans in his presence. Sir Integra was one of the few who showed no fear toward him…or at least she tried to act like she wasn't afraid.
Integra stalked down the steps towards him. He could tell that she was feeling confrontational today, especially since he was carrying what appeared to be a man in his powerful arms with ease. A demanding look was painted on her face as her hole opened to say something.
"Who or what may I ask is that?"
"You may ask him when he wakes." Was his plain reply. She was always in a bad mood.
An eyebrow rose and her lips pursed. She was in a bad mood alright.
"I trust I can leave that to you Alucard. After all, you're the one who brought that here."
"Yes, Master." He replied, bowing his head and she continued to her office.
'This should be interesting.' He grinned and made his way to one of the many rooms in the dark basement. It was where he and Police Girl dwelt during the day and questioned captured opponents.
He walked through the halls with an elegant grace, almost as though he wasn't touching the ground. It was dark and dank, his inhuman footsteps making no sound on the pavement. Maybe screams would be heard later on…but that all depended…
Coming across a torture room furnished with a chained table, his grin grew and he entered silently. He laid the young man down on the table and returned to the heavy bolted door and locked it.
Click!
Now they were alone.
Returning to the prisoner, he stared down at the sleeping figure and pondered…how was he going to wake him? Simple…by entering his dreams…
He placed his right hand over the man's face, half an inch away from touching him. A shadow was cast down upon his face, but it wasn't normal…it leaked into the cracks of his mind and filled every corner. There were visions of a desert…and a woman with long black hair and the face of an angel. She was kind and free-spirited…and dead. Then there was another person, a man identical by face to the one he held captive. Brothers—twins perhaps? He couldn't tell. The man's mind was more complicated than anything he had ever entered before. The only other thing he could get from him was a single word.
Knives.
"A murderer?" He exited the man's mind and stared down at him. "Perhaps I will have some fun with you after all, but first…"
The hunger inside him grew tenfold and he could hear his prisoner's heartbeat. His blood smelt different, sweeter than that of a normal human. He was indeed something special, and Alucard couldn't wait to find out what. But first…
Fangs barred, he leaned forward…
-Vash-
He felt he was hit by a truck…or shot in the head with a rubber bullet. Either way, he was feeling none too good. And what was this? What was the hot breath on his neck?
He eyes slowly fluttered opened and he felt the pain return to his heavy limbs. They felt like they were filled with lead and his head felt as though someone pried it open with a crow-bar. There were two pricks against the tender flesh of his neck and that woke him up completely. Startled, he pushed the man away from him and sat up in sheer horror.
He covered the part of his neck with a gloved hand and stared at the man with wide eyes. "Sheesh! I can't even fall asleep without worrying about some guy getting fresh with me! Are you mad? You can pay a man to aid your pleasures for God's sake!"
"Are you suggesting I swing both ways?" The strange—and bold—man asked with a small frown.
"What would you think in my position!"
"That I was about to be bitten by a vampire."
Vampire…vampire…Rem once told him about them, but wasn't that a creature from a folklore. Fangs, lived during the night, sired humans by drinking their blood…DRINKING BLOOD!
"Eek!"
The man grinned and stepped closer—but then there was a ringing knock on the heavy bolt door. They both paused in silence until there was another knock which broke the door opened. It flew open and banged against the wall, and a young, blond-haired girl stepping inside with an embarrassed look upon her.
"Ummm…sorry, Master. I didn't mean to hit it that hard."
"What is it, Police Girl." The man asked in his deep voice.
Vash looked from one and then to the other. They both had red eyes and small fangs…Oh great! Another vampire! That was all he needed.
"Would someone care to tell me who you are, why I am here—and where exactly here is?"
The girl stared at him…and she too grinned. "Hey—who's he?"
This was just spectacular…
A and V-
Alex: Well, that's it for now. Oh—and I found out that Vash's planet is named Gunsmoke, not Gunpowder. My bad.
Victor: What kind of name is that anyway?
Alex: I don't know… (Shrugs.) Now—thank you again for reviewing! This story is doing far better than what we expected.
Victor: Whatever.
Alex: thanks again for reading and we promise things will heat up soon. Sorry for Vash's misunderstanding. We just had to add a little humor in for the heck of it.
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Alexnandru Van Gordon,
and
Victor Van Heiring