Blood Red Moon
Yay! I finally decided to continue with the random drabbles, this time centering on 'what is the meaning of life?'. This was a topic from the Philosophy club at our school, but I only got half of it… I didn't bother staying for long since I have to 'moderate' another club Anime club… crap… gonna have to do more work for anime club next year…

Summary: It happens only once every half millennium, the day when the moon grows much more crimson and blood red than ever before. A day when blood is shed by a countless number of both the innocent and the guilty. A day that will chill you to the bone whenever you think about it; a day, when all order is lost, and chaos reigns.

Ayumi: I am the almighty writer! Grovel at my feet you insignificant little characters! Mwahahaha!
Aleras: Too much sugar…
Ayumi: What did you say! I'll kill you off right now in this disclaimer! I have all the power!
Aleras: I'm already dead, thank you very much.
Ayumi: Then you'll become non existent…
Aleras: That would be very nice of you.
Ayumi: … argh! Where's Mostly Me when I need her!
Aleras: Who's that?
Ayumi: Apparently, she helps with my ideas.
Aleras: … you need someone else to come up with your ideas?
Ayumi: totally ignores Aleras And I do not own what ever it is I do not own, that I'm gonna use in here.
Aleras: Hey! Don't ignore me!

Blood Red Moon
Dark Thoughts: The Lifeless Life

A being like me, harsh, cold and unmoving, am I really to be allowed to live in this world? My father, a man of committing great sins in all his life and unlife has been allowed to remain for so long, but, it was because of my mother. She was the one behind his so called sanity, or as close to it as it can ever be.

My life, or unlife, whatever you may call it, is nothing but a deep, dark void. I pass through each day with living, for this life that I have been given, isn't what you would call living. This life, it isn't called a life. It's just existing, while unseen, and unknown to everything around me. I find this hard to comprehend sometimes. It just isn't what I would call normal. And when I think of this, I find myself thinking 'I'm a hideous monster, that hides itself in the dark, away from the others in society.' I am a loner, a no life.

When I was still young, or young in the terms of a mortal human, my mother used to tell me that I should live life to the fullest. But I often ask myself, what is life if the life I have been given will never end until the end of time itself? What would 'living life to the fullest' mean for me?

Would I just wander the earth all my unlife until I am finally silenced, or will it be until the end of time?

Would I be left all alone to fend for myself when the time comes to leave my parents?

Would I?

My mother had always told me that there was hope for me, that I would have a much more important purpose in my life. I never found out what it was, and still haven't. Was my mother lying? Or was she simply so stuck on the fact that I wasn't like her or my father. She had told me that I would be free from the bondage to Hellsing, that I am not a servant to that family of murderers.

I rarely saw my father, he was always hiding in the dark, somewhere in the dungeons. He always stayed far away from being seen when on missions, and when he returned, he always went straight to his dungeon, locking both me and my mother out. Though there were times when my father would come out to tease me, as my mother described it. Though to me, it felt like he was torturing me and making my life a living hell.

My father, as insane as he was, loved my mother very much. She was the only person that he truly loves. Even though I am my father's daughter, I can tell that he doesn't give a damn about how I was. My mother on the other hand, always worried about how I was, whether I was hurt or safe. To me, my father is some unemotional sadistic bastard, who cares not about the kind of pain he inflicts on others. That's how I lived my life for 700 years before leaving my parents. That day I left, my mother wept all night and into the day, and wouldn't even talk to my father. She knew why I was leaving, the reason behind my hatred for that place I once called home.

For over 2000 years, I have not seen or heard of my parents. Nor did I want to. I find myself wondering whether the two of them are still undead, and still working as slave dogs for that Hellsing family. My curiosity getting the better of me, I return to England to find that the Hellsing mansion to still be intact and functioning. I find it hard to believe that this family was able to survive for this long, seeing as that Integra Wingates Hellsing was so stubborn about not having any children. The Iron Maiden as they called her, well now she isn't a Maiden, nor alive in this matter.

As I walked up the steps of the centuries old mansion, I find it to be in good condition, the same as when I was living in it. I knocked on the door once, and not a few moments later, a man in his mid-thirties opened the door for me.
"What is your business here lady?" he had asked me.
I smiled, knowing that the business that I have come for was one of complete and utter secrecy. I knew that I came to find the most well hidden secret of the Hellsing family's strength, the very core of their power.
I also knew of the great powers that my parents had, so I trained myself to be able to blend in with normal people, the mortals. I trained to act, to look, to feel, to have the warmth that mortals have, as well as the same kind of aura they give off. I used contacts to change my eye color, and dyed my hair several times as times went by. My appearance changed as well as time went, I had to keep myself a secret, I had to look and seem like a mortal on the outside.
"I have some business to talk about to the Hellsing leader," I said curtly, giving the man a small smile. "It's urgent."
"Ah, yes, Sir Michael is in a meeting right about now, you'll have to wait a while before you can talk to him," said the man.
"I'm sorry, but I don't have much time," I had replied in an annoyed tone. I still had one ace up my sleeve if that didn't work, my mother had guaranteed that this would always work in the business, of course, this was excluding the 'womanly' traits that I inherited from her.
Yes, I inherited her good looks, and somewhat her manner in things, especially with drinking blood and killing others. Though I inherited my father's midnight black hair, his enormous powers, and sadly, his maniacal grin/smile, I still get by without scaring many people.
"I shall speak with him first if he would see you," said the man reluctantly as he let me in. He led me down the hall and up a set of stairs outside a room. I heard what they were discussing about in the room, but I didn't listen to it any longer. It wasn't my business so why bother?
The man knocked and walked inside, carefully closing the door behind him. I heard some talking and whispers before the door opened again. The man came out and sighed. He walked on over and said, "I'm sorry, bu—"
I cut him off at this point, "Yes, I know, he's busy and can't see me right now."
"Yes, so if you would please, I will show you the waiting room," the man said as he gestured for me to follow.
"I'm sorry about this, but I have to see Sir Michael right now," I sighed, taking a deep and unneeded breath, "It's very urgent business that cannot wait. I have traveled all the way here from Romania just to deliver a small message. I do not want it to be sent too late."
"Ah, then I guess I can help you with that," said the man as he went inside the room again.
Moments later, the man came out with Sir Michael behind him. Sir Michael looked over at me and arched his brow, "What is it that you needed to tell me?"
"Not just you, but everyone in that room," I said, pointing into the room.
"Whatever you need to tell them, you can just tell me and I'll pass it on for you," Sir Michael said.
"I don't think you understand the matter of things Sir Hellsing," I said quite icily to the man, and glaring at him from behind my purple shades.
He stared at me for another while before sighing, "All right, please come in."
As I walked in behind Sir Michael, I saw my parents standing at the opposite end of the room, behind the chair Sir Michael sits in. All around the table were important men of the Round Table. I grinned and nodded at them, though I tried not to look too menacing.
"And what is it that you would like to tell us young miss?" Sir Michael said from his seat.
The occupants of the entire room turned their heads around, eyes all onto me, even my parents were looking at me. I smiled, knowing that what I was going to say next would either surprise or confuse them all. I took a deep breath and said, "Mina is alive."
"Mina you say?" Sir Michael arched his brow and asked skeptically, "And what kind of important message is this? Is this a joke?"
"No, this is no laughing matter," I answered with a seriousness in my tone, I glared over at Sir Michael. "Mina was a bride of Dracula's. She's a Nosferatu, a pureblooded vampire, and she's still alive."
"Well, thank you for that information, but you could've just told this to the butler and he would've informed me later," said Sir Michael, shooing me away.
"I thought that the Trump Card of Hellsing would've wanted to know this," I said quite icily as I looked over at my father. "After all, she was one of his first brides. Oh, and not only that, Lucy happens to be alive and doing well too. Both she and Mina have banded together to come after Dracula, and of course, destroy Hellsing."
"Well, thank you, miss, but we have a meeting to continue here," said Sir Michael as he continued to shoo me away. Finally he called for a soldier to take me away. When the soldier arrived and grabbed me by the waist and slung me over this shoulder I screamed.
"Get your filthy hands off of me, I can very well walk on my own!" I screamed into the soldier's ear while punching him as softly as I could.
The soldier blushed and put me down, and I slapped him. "I haven't caused any ruckus and you start by forcefully dragging me away? What kind of place do you run here now?"
"How dare you ins—" Sir Michael was cut off my father.
"Girl, you mentioned 'What kind of place do you run here now'," he said, grinning at me, "I take it that you have been here before, and that you were treated very well the last time you were here. I guess that you must have been a young girl on business with you father the last time you came here."
I grinned that same maniacal grin that I inherited from my father, and answered with a bit of a humor in my voice, "Oh no, not at all. I remember that the last time I was here, I was being mentally tortured by a vampire named Alucard just for looking at him the wrong way."
"You mentally tortured that young girl?" my mother screamed angrily at my father, "How could you? I thought that you would know not to bother the guests as much as to torture them mentally."
"A young girl like you shouldn't even be in this business," my father said icily as he glared angrily at me, "You'll only be a dead weight to those around you."
"Just like what you would always say," I mumbled to myself, inaudible to anyone in the room, even my parents. To them it would sound like gibberish, I doubt they've learned how to lip read.
"You seem to be very familiar with how the Hellsing Institute works," Sir Michael commented as he gave me a look.
"Of course, I used to work here," I said, laughing, "Why wouldn't I?"
"In my line of work, I have never seen or even met the likes of you, not even in the records," Sir Michael said to me, giving me another look.
"And what year of records are you looking through?" I asked, grinning with a knowing look on my face. I knew that my parents must have caught that I knew something that they didn't, and it's not like they can penetrate my mind for details. With my father prying into my mind all the time I was young I was bound to build up some kind of barrier against him.

Well… more of a story now! Sorry about not continuing the drabble, but it'll come back with time.