Heyla, all. This one is going to be a Hellsing fanfic - obviously, I have no rights to Hellsing, though I do wish I could be a part of it... sigh... but alas. Yeah, I actually didn't want to start another story, but this one wouldn't let me alone until I wrote it... So I hope you like it!
But, ummm, yeah - doesn't start off in Hellsing, just giving some uh, brief intro... Hope you like it!
Her hands were covered in blood.
'Rafi...' Shining yellow eyes - wolf's eyes - dilated to pinpricks; dainty nostrils flared as she lifted her blood-covered hands to her face.
It was his blood. She could smell it - she knew it, even without having seen it happen. 'Rafi...' A pathetic whimpering sound escaped the animal-like girl as she knelt in the pool of blood. How was she supposed to go on without her brother?
"He isn't dead," an older male's voice gruffly barked at her. She hadn't heard his approach - and normally, that failing in her senses would have bothered her. But not today; she didn't even turn to look at her pack leader; instead, she continued to stare at the bright crimson puddle staining the innocent white snow. But then, he spoke again... "But to this clan, he is."
The girl wheeled angrily upon the alpha of the tribe, baring fangs at him. "How dare are! How dare you -"
She didn't even know she had moved to attack him until she felt herself slam roughly into the ground, skidding across the harsh snow-covered landscape, livid bruise aching upon her cheek. Even so, she refused to acquiescent; a low, rumbling growl continued threaten him. The older man, however, was entirely unruffled. "Apparently, our location is no longer a secret - we must leave now."
"But Rafi -" the girl half whimpered, half snarled. Wild black locks of her hair straggled across her face, hiding her eyes - but her teeth were bared, and her hands clenched. Every muscle in her body quivered with emotion.
"Rafi was claimed by a vampire; there is nothing more we can do for him. He is now, and forever, a servant of the Lord Nicholise Mitrofanova." His voice was calm, stoic - and regretfully accepting.
The ragged-looking girl before him, however, was anything but. "How do you know his name?" she snarled, anger once again surging within her. "If you betrayed -"
"Don't be such a fool, Saki. The world of man has changed, and it's easy to obtain such trifles. He gave his name to the local Inuits."
Saki trembled, eyes widened as, once again, her world was shaken. "You... spoke... with the Inuits? The humans?" She didn't understand; she had never interacted with humans. She had never interacted with vampires. She had known of their existences... but their pack had been hidden.
Until today.
Her grandfather bowed his head, but did not reply. She had always imagined that he kept up some sort of a tab on the outside world - but the fact that he spoke with them...
Cold rage once again returned to her voice. "If you know his name, then you know where he lives, no? Tell me how to get there, grandfather! Tell me!"
"You cannot fight a lord vampire, Saki -"
"Then you -"
"We are lycans, Saki. We were created in servitude to the vampires; we can fight them, but we cannot win. Not against a lord vampire." It was spoken matter-of-factly rather than spitefully, but nonetheless, his self-defeating words bit into her like a frozen blade. Her heart twisted and ached, but her soul refused to accept his words.
Her eyes flashed with bitter contempt towards her once-beloved grandfather. "Then give me the name of one who can -"
There was sorrow in his gaze as he looked upon her. There was an unspoken current running between them, a wordless exchange of steely resolution and furious determination. He knew that his grandson was lost to a vampire - and his granddaughter would soon be the same.
But, perhaps all hope was not lost...
"When you leave, you will be lost to us as well. You realize this, Saki? Once marked by the world of man, we cannot have you come back to taint our customs?" Could it be a tear that glittered in his steely golden orbs?
There was sorrow in the old man's eyes; though his age had been apparent before, he had somehow looked noble - young in spirit. But, upon the unhesitant nod of the kneeling lycan-girl, a great weight looked to fall upon him. There was great sorrow within him as he sighed; he had not lost one grandchild, but two this day.
"There is a great vampire hunter - the descendent of generations upon generations of vampire hunters - who is said to possess the greatest weapon against the fiends that ever existed; he commands army whose sole purpose is to hunt and destroy them..." Saki's eyes widened as she tried to imagine this great lord - this noble king, who single-handedly wielded an army against the undead hordes; her pulse quickened slightly, and the hairs on the back of her neck prickled in excitement. "You will find this great hunter in a city known as London, in a far away nation known as Great Britain..."
"And the hunter's name, Grandfather?" Her claws pricked into the skin of her own palms as she fisted her hands; there was something wild in her eyes as she awaited the name of this magnificent hunter... this slayer of demons...
His breath whirled before him like a dancing snake of mist in the freezing cold as he breathed the single word: "Hellsing."
Ok, hope to get to the regular Hellsing cast next chapter. Give me reviews! Yay!