Paths of Glory
by Cynical Chaos
A/N and Disclaimer: This little love song is for those who reply, but have an annoying tendency to read a lot deeper into my work than I had even dreamed would be possible. That said, I don't own Hellsing or White Wolf inc.
If love acts as a motive force on humanity, driving towards inevitable death and then further to infinity, then what are the undead? Having died once and having lost their souls, can they feel love? If not, then is there anything that moves them to a higher goal than just their mindless craving for sustenance? Those undead that retain some vestige of the sanity of their former lives have nothing; they are more damned and cursed than all others forms of life or unlife on this earth. For vampires, nothing exists outside of blood and their unending hunger for it. For the odd vampire who decided to exist beyond the grasps of his sire's reaches and sought a form of freedom, he has little choice but to perform on the strings that so entwined his limbs the instant he felt his master's lips touch his throat. Though there are many whose adventures outside of the norm for Kindred society has led the most renown of them to develop unique and sometimes even startling powers, this acts as little more than a minor distraction from their greater concerns of flame, sunlight and their own glaringly obvious mortality. Garlic, fire, silver and sunlight. The legendary cures for vampirism. But even among those that have banded together to form hide from the humans, to stave of attacks from monster hunters, and other such unpleasantries; there exists the threat of themselves against and at the throats of each other. To fix this problem, some among these vampire-turned-human have taken to calling themselves princes and have laid down a law of sorts. They call it "the Masquerade." It's a rather pathetic attempt to control a herd of what is essentially a pack of wolves driven insane by hunger. Even the lowest of the dead and damned have more honor that these powdered and pampered fools who pretend at their lost humanity. The world moves on and can humans and others alike move with it or shall we all just be left behind as another species takes over as dominant? But does such speculation really matter? Humans and vampires have more in common than is easily seen. Vampires are predators driven by their relentless hunger. Humans have despoiled a majority of the earth by their endless ambition. Speaking of vampires, do humans have the right to call anything that they fear a monster? If so, then to vampires, humans are every bit as monstrous as themselves.
To die and go beyond the veil of death and to experience the vastness of eternity and to return changed to a world equally changed in your absence.
When everything is boiled away, it's better just to remain dead. Though even here in this mortal world ruled by science, not even the dead can have a final rest.
A/N: Big W this is all your fault. You just had to give me such a good line. So for the sake of debate, shall we get on with the story? And you still haven't guessed who the speaker is. Just because I post my stuff under Hellsing, doesn't mean that I focus only on Alucard. Or vampires.
Care for another try?