To Fear Your Shadow

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Summary: She couldn't even leave her room without looking over her shoulder…

Akira lay in her uncomfortable coffin, staring at the lid that was not closed. She hadn't left her room for the entire month that she had been recruited into the Hellsing organization, but why? She knew in her head what the clear answer was. She feared Him, her master.

What was there not to fear? His crimson eyes, which had seen and liked so much bloodshed and killing. His maniacal grin bloodstained and lined with sharp white fangs. His skin as pale as the moon itself and the thing that sent trails of spikes up her spine, his laugh, so evil and malicious, never cheerful always full of hatred and wickedness.

She closed her eyes for a brief moment and saw him, his gun, The Jackal pointed at her head and his grin reflecting in the moons light. His blood hungry red eyes stared crazily into her timid, terrified scarlet ones. His finger pressed down on the trigger and…

Akira's eyes shot open at lightning speed, her ruby lips were trembling with fear and her breathing was short and raspy. What did it mean? Was it a glimpse of the future? Was that her fate? She sat up, curled her legs to her chest and allowed her vampiric blood tears to run down her pale cheeks.

She wiped her tears from her face and sniffed. As she swung her lifeless legs over the edge of her bed she looked over at her table where a bucket of ice with a packet of blood sat, awaiting her, and calling to her. She averted her gaze to her nightstand where she stored all of her blood packets, unopened, uneaten, and untouched. She looked back at the table where the fresh blood was. She stood up and took a few steps towards it. She passed it and reached for her doorknob.

She slowly opened the creaky door and closed it behind her. Still grasping the knob, she looked to the left, dark and dank with no salvation at the end of the tunnel. To the right, also dark and dank but it was blessed with a dim light at the end of the corridor. She began to walk that way, looking over her shoulder, watching her shadow, knowing that her master could manipulate his body to alter into her shadow. She turned her stare forward and kept walking.

Shadows crept behind her, laughing silently and eyes formed in the darkness that stalked her.

Akira stepped onto the first stair and it made a loud creaking noise. She rushed up the rest of the flight and ran for the front entrance. She opened the big doors and they opened with great ease. She covered her eyes with her forearm, apprehending that it was broad daylight. She felt her skin already beginning to burn; she sighed and quickly ran back into the manor.

Not watching where she was going she ran into someone, landing right on her ass. "Oh, I'm sorry," She apologised without looking up or realising who she had just ran into.

"Heh, its okay…" That voice, it was him. Akira's eyes widened and her breathing grew shallow. She backed away and ran down the corridor that led to the indoor shooting range. She stopped halfway and fell to her knees, crying in her black gloved hands. Why was she so scared of him? Why did she always want to run away from him? Why did she have to make the choice to become a vampire?

Hellsing rooftop 9:00pm

She sat there, the cool breeze flowing across her pale face, her skin shimmering in the smiling moon. Her glimmering eyes welled with tears and her face was struck with realisation. She looked awestruck, yet confused and taken aback at the same time. She now knew why she feared him so much…She was in love…but…why?