Well What If
"Bitter flower petals"
A god created this infinite tapestry of life and light, woven intricately with a vast range of color, sight, and sound. A god created the suffering, the pain, the agony and the relentless torture of the darker side of existence. If there is a Hell, it was purely created to punish those who did not learn from the hellacious aspect of Earth. But in all existence, there is light and dark, shadow. There are values of shades of gray within every corner, fading across every plane. For this god knew the power of complexity. The beauty in simplicity. The wonder of the human mind. And the humor in irony. That all suffering, that all goodness and revelry stems from one being, one fantastic and glorious being seemed blasphemous but more and more Alexander Anderson grew to believe this. That no devil, in fact, existed. But then he looked upon the evils of vampires, ghouls, and especially, the damned creature, Alucard. He mocked his God, all gods. To Alucard, no devil nor god existed. Nothing mattered but a simplistic existence on the earth plane to him. Bastard.
Alex shrugged off the residue of the unpleasant thoughts, the questioning, and the blasphemous enlightenment. And he returned to a state of one-minded, goal-obsession. Exhausted from his fighting, inner and physical, he found a little Catholic church on an American army base and slept peacefully, lids draping lightly over his tired eyes, underneath the holy cross. Images of saints, gods, devils, and Christ walked barefoot through his mind, plaguing him with visions and painful knowledge. He awoke in a fevered sweat with gasping breath. Within the span of a short dream, he saw the start of existence, religion, and the spawning of all religions in a speeding, swooping parade of images.
Still lying peacefully underneath the shady tree, Kyla rustled from her blissful sleep. She threw off the sheet she had stolen. Specks of blood still were visible on it. She looked up into the night sky. The stars were vastly scattered in a wondrous display much like billions of holes stabbed out of an infinite black sheet. She smiled to herself then launched out into the sky and searched the little world for a field ripe with flowers and covered in deep, green grass. Arms up, she launched herself into the sky effortlessly and propelled her body through clouds and air. With such speed she arrived at a stopping point only an hour later. "Found!" She exclaimed as she spotted a tasteful place in Ireland. When she touched down to the ground, arms descending slowly, she dropped to the grass slopes and rolled down and danced about the entire field for hours. And when her joyous singing and dancing had spent her energy, she plopped down and reveled in the feeling of being proverbially alive. She felt more alive now than she had ever felt. And she was technically DEAD! She giggled to herself and to the hills as her voice bubbled upward and fell like the tide, echoing in a shuddering wave crashing to the metaphorical sands.
Suddenly, invading her hearing and her current territory, a noise tapped at her eardrums. Gentle rustling in the cushiony grass as footsteps drew closer to her location. She shivered in anticipation and crouched down as low as she could get. Her body close to the hard soil, she peered out at the intrusion. A man! His brown, fluffy hair was brushed about by the cool wind. Breathing in deeply the fresh, crisp air, he stretched. And as he was enjoying the scenery and wondrous wind, she pounced on his back. She proceeded to devour his entire life force–which was simply delicious, the best, in fact, that she had had so far– and during this dark ritual, she thought she saw someone familiar. She closed her eyes and she saw , brighter than when her eyes were actually open, an intense scene in which a tall man stood over her, his blonde hair begging to be played with, his strong green eyes seeming to plead to her to belong to him alone ... As the last dying gasp escaped the man's throat, Kyla gasped in an orgasmic ecstasy, remembering the sexy man of God ... Purely through curiosity, she wanted to know where this man was, what he was doing. So with a heavy breath, Kyla closed her eyes to begin searching for the magnificent creature of God, Alexander Anderson. After moments of motionless contemplation, a faint signature of his energy was able to be traced. Father Anderson was in Japan. Of all places! Why there? She shrugged and took to flight, hoping it was not daytime there. But oh well either way. "To Japan I go!" She yelled into the clouds.
Alucard sauntered on into the Hellsing mansion with a little pleased smirk slapped on his face. Once Celes saw him, she jumped him and assaulted him with worried questions.
"Oh, Master! Are you all right? I was so worried!"
"Don't worry, little police girl. I'm fine. As always." He brushed off her concern with a little shake of his head and walked away. Walter showed a sign of concern, also. "Alucard, it would be best if you didn't run off so much when we need you here."
"Yea, yea, Walter. I know. Wouldn't want the Hellsing Organisation to go to Hell because I'm not here to protect it." He smirked ironically and walked away. Integral was next to express her... opinion. "Alucard! Where have you been!"
"Um, out, Master. I was just curiously watching the simple people."
"Well, Alucard, not to say that I don't trust you ... but I don't trust you."
"Now, Master, why wouldn't you trust me?"
"Alucard, I do believe I know you well enough. There is... something about you. Something visually... off. I'm afraid you've gotten yourself in some trouble."
"Trouble? Whatever do you mean, Master?"
"DON'T PLAY AROUND WITH ME, ALUCARD!" Integral snapped suddenly at him.
"Master?"
"You're under a bloody spell, you twitty man slut!"
"What?"
"Look at yourself!"
"I don't know what you mean."
"Oh yes, you do. I seriously doubt someone could have put a spell on you without you knowing. What happened?"
"I don't know-"
"Dammit, tell me, Alucard."
"Well, there was a little witch girl ..."
"Yes?"
"I changed her ... turned her into a creature of darkness."
"What? But why Alucard?"
"I was bored," he simpered to himself.
"Damn you and your silly bored experiments! You've created a creature worse than a vampire."
"Hey now, I wouldn't say that. She's just a stupid girl."
"Who put a stupid spell on stupid you. And now she's a stupid witch girl with vampiric blood in her."
Alucard licked his lips, musing, and stated calmly, "I could take her."
"That's not the point!" Integral uttered, exasperated.
"Well, what is your point, Master?"
"You are under a spell which none of us here quite understand. And you don't believe it's very relevant ... so ... I am forced to keep you under close eye. You are not allowed to leave the mansion until we figure out what exactly this spells does or how to undo it."
"What! This is nonsense! I can handle a crazy witch and her faulty curses!"
"Alucard, just tell me what she said!"
"Why should I? It's pointless. She was an insane moron."
"And what is she now? An insane, moronic vampire who cast a strange spell upon you!"
"Well ..."
"How do you know this spell won't make your balls fall off?"
"What?" He held his crotch. "What balls?"
Integral's left eyebrow raised slightly as she smirked sideways at him.
"Exactly."
"How do you know I ever had balls to begin with?"
"My little secret."
"Um, Master, do you really think there is any spell that a little witchlet could conceive of that could counter my ultimate power?"
"I'm not sure. I'd have to meet this little witchlet. You have a bad habit of underestimating ... everything."
"Can I really not go out?"
"Oh, yes, we're quarenteeing you until we know you won't randomly explode all over the nice Turkish carpets."
"But Master!"
"Now, what words did the witchlet utter?"
He sighed and thought for a moment, "Something about in the name of blah blah blah, place deity here, I bound you to my will, woe be to you if harm should befall me by your hand ... etcetera."
"Hmm ... now what the bloody hell could that mean?"
"Sod if I know."
"Bound ... harm befall you ... Alucard! She bound you to her! Because you bit her the spell is in action. She's ... your new master ..."
"What?"