The Wolf and Tigress of Hellsing

Chapter: 3

Awakening

Enter the villains of this story. Hope you enjoy.

The young doctor Marion Westing poured over old documents as he continued his work at the British Museum in London. He was considered a staple at the museum due to his constant research on history and the stories in the bible. The doctor was a young man of twenty-seven years of age. His light brown hair was long and fell to the middle of his back. His brown eyes scanned the current document. His lithe features were hidden under a shirt and tie with matching slacks covered by an unbuttoned white lab coat. He continued to scan the document he was working on as he adjusted the glasses that had slipped to the bridge of his nose. As Marion was about to begin on the main body of the document he heard a voice behind him, "So I see the infamous Dr. Westing is working late yet again."

Marion looked over his shoulder to see a research assistant by the name of Carrol Hastings. She was a bright girl that was working to finish her last year of college. She stood about five foot seven with a naturally curly blonde hair. Her vibrant green eyes glowed in the florescent lighting of the archive room. As she approached the table she smiled at the doctor before asking, "You sure you don't need a night's break from the work doctor? I mean there are other things out there than this museum."

Marion smiled lightly before he shook his head slightly, "My work is my life Carrol. No one has changed that yet, and tonight is a bad night to try. The museum is receiving some new items in and I'm not going to miss them."

Carrol frowned at the doctor's answer before she smiled and said, "One day Doctor I will have you out of this dusty place for a night," before she waved and began to head for the exit.

Marion smiled as he turned back to the document while thinking, 'Oh, don't worry Carrol. I will leave this place soon, and you will see a brand new Marion Westing.'

It was almost midnight when the shipment Marion had wanted to see came to the museum. All the rest of the staff other than the security team had left for the night. Marion looked at his watch to see the plan had worked out perfectly. What he had waited for was finally here and there was no one around that would disturb what he was about to do. As he watched the large crate being on loaded in the room he moved to the next part of his plan. He picked out the telephone receiver and dialed the pound key. The connection rang twice before it was picked up and answered with, "Security."

"Yes, this is Doctor Westing. The package has arrived and I need some help and a pry bar if you wouldn't mind," he asked as he watched the moving crew leave.

"Of course Doctor. A man will be with you shortly," the guard announced before hanging up.

Marion hung up the receiver and moved to stand behind the door. He waited for five minutes before the door opened and a security guard stepped into the room asking, "Doctor Westing? You in here."

The guard closed the door and as he did Marion sprang from his hiding place and hit the guard with such force it knocked him out instantly. Marion stood over the unconscious guard before smiling to reveal fangs slowly growing. He then removed his glasses and squinted his right eye. A moment later a contact lens fell out to reveal a ruby, red eye hiding behind the contact. Marion moved toward the crate and opened it with one hand. After the straw was removed he came across a skeleton of a large man. He smiled at the slightly elongated canines. "Yes, this is what I have been waiting on. After so many years of research I have finally found you," he spoke towards the skeleton.

Marion turned and opened another box that he had been hiding. Inside where ten large candles the same color as his right eye. He place each candle the same distant apart from each other as he made a circle. He then dragged the unconscious guard into the middle of the circle. He quickly moved his hand in a sweeping motion as all the candles lit at the same time. 'Ten candles each made with a quart of mixed wax and the blood of a virgin victim,' he thought as he drew the guard up.

He looked at the guards neck while thinking, 'I prefer women but you'll have to do,' before biting into the guard neck and drinking.

Marion drank for a few minutes before he forced himself to pull back. As he pulled away; blood poured out of the two puncture wounds and down the guard's neck. Marion pulled a hand up and allowed his fingers to bath in the blood for a moment. After his fingers were soaked in blood he dropped the body to the floor and moved towards the skeleton while chanting in a language that had not been used in ages. He stopped right in front of the skeleton as he finished chanting and marked on the forehead with his bloody fingers. He formed an ancient mark that few could read but knew it's meaning. It was a mark of the person's name; a mark that drew scrounge if it's true meaning was known. "Now join this world again," Marion commanded as he stepped back and watched the process begin.

He watched in amazement as the blood soaked into the skull and then seemed to spread as if following invisible arteries. The blood flowed from the head all the way down to the feet before it all began to rise again. The streams of blood met in the chest where the heart would've been. As Marion watched he saw the heart form as did all the other organs. The a layer of muscle formed after the organs finished. The the skin followed in the macabre scene in front of Marion. Soon long black hair had formed on top of the head before the eyes opened. The red eyes looked back at him as the figure assessed the situation. The figure was huge standing at almost seven feet and with large muscles. His red eyes held a cunning unknown to the world as he took in his surroundings before they landed on Marion. "Who are you," he said in a very gruff and slightly Arabic accent.

Marion kneeled before the figure and replied, "I am Marion Westing and I am your humble servant my lord."

The man looked at the young doctor before smiling and asking, "What year is it. I have been asleep for quite sometime."

Marion nodded as he looked up and replied, "It is the year two thousand and thirty five. You have been asleep for far too long. For now the race that you began is dwindling down to very few."

The man laughed, "And, to think they thought the world would have been doomed by this day and age."

"It seems that god has decided that it is not time for the end of days," Marion replied.

The man nodded before looking down at Marion and noticing that only one of his eyes was red. He motioned for Marion to rise before saying, "What is wrong with your eyes boy? My kind aren't supposed to look like this."

Marion nodded as he clenched his fist in rage, "I know. My mother was bitten when I was in her womb and as a result I was born a half breed. I'm not affected by the suns rays but I still thrust for blood. I do not age, yet my regenerative powers are not as substantial as true vampire."

The man smiled before saying, "I will have good use for you my boy. Now you must help me catch up on what has happened since I was last awake."

Marion bowed as he opened the door and escorted the figure out into the London night.

I do not own Hellsing I just like writing fanfics.