Note: This is Part 2. You really need to read the first part to understand the fiction. It is divided into four parts "-" is the separation: Introduction - written as a third person narrator; just explaining the situation Main theme 1 - Written in first person; in bold text Alucard speaks and explains; all italics are Major's texts.
Main theme 2 - Written in first person as Alucard.
Ending - written as a third person narrator; just explaining the situation.
Introduction
Hellsing, Iscariot and Millenium had fallen. Months passed since the apocalypse in London took place. The rest of London's population consisted of refugees, nobility, and travelers that were out of town. Most of London was now ghoul free and the rebuilding started. Still, broken buildings and poisonous smoke dominated the city.
The Hellsing mansion itself was under construction too. One central area was yet usable so it became the hideaway of the Hellsing organization. Alucard had returned from finishing off the Major quickly and seemed unexplainably happy.
They had not yet found an adequate replacement butler.
Times were silent and peaceful; no more vampire incidents, no religious fights, nothing at all. A no-life-king really had to feel bored. Nothing to do. Just waiting. Feeling so dried out and tired.
The right day for fueling up an old love inside of a dream. He was waiting patiently for it. For the day he could use the little piece of joy he had abolished inside of himself.
The dark cellar was plain, containing only a coffin. His coffin. Chuckling, looking like a dark, tall shadow he laid down in a comfortable position. Quickly closing his eyes, he moved his mind into its inner layers, searching for that tiny ball of flesh he left there, frozen in time and dimension. He had to go deeper. Sending sound waves like a bat, he found his prisoner.
Major was now the connection between the organic and inorganic world. A bunch of cells. Still behind the cage of invisible ribs a heart was beating day and night. Those diabolic ears had never lost that low sound no matter how silent it was.
My eyes twitched for the last time. Now I was gone, being a mind only. No physical appearance was needed. All I was were eyes, ears and breath. A silent observer. Driven by pure lust for knowledge.
I whispered carefully:
"Sacrifice...
Wasted life...
Death in me...
Redefine..."
I watched the knot in front of me, while thoughts began to run through the small pile of life. Nerves, flesh, muscles and hair rematerialized. Out of the Führer's memory a picture was created. Not artificial. Human in every beautiful sense of word.
Drugged and dragged into the fascination that I am, he was satisfied and surrendered to me. But still he was proud. This time I was pulling the strings. I wanted to round him up like cattle and feed on his pain. I unchained his soul, woke up his desire. Brought him back to trap him inside me. To be my little plaything whenever I wished.
...do I drown?
Ohhhhhh, the small man is starting to think! Let's listen, it's too early to let him know I am here.
Am I getting lost in nothingness? In it's silence and darkness. I even can hear my own echo.
Hmhahaha, just open your eyes and you'll see, little mortal. Exhale the night.
But how did I get here? It's awfully cold and the wind blows freezing.
The last thing I remember is Alucard's laughter. It was breaking into a thousand tiny pieces.
Ja, I was filled and grievous with inflated hopes. Hopes of a war. How did it end? Did I loose?
If it can't be me, who will chain up the thousands necks of this beast?
The moving fortress, built up because he was afraid of his enemies, rather than his own people. He is a Machiavellian after all haha...
He was beaten up, robbed, lacerated and overrun by enemies. Every aspect of destruction took place on him.
Ah, you're warming up! Faster, it's pure enlightenment!
A riddle of a heart, filled with fragments and limbs. Humans crushed and spread wide over a battle and slaughterfield.
King of cowards.
And where sacrifice, service and a glimpse of love is, there's always someone who is trying to storm the castle by sneaking routes. The weak wants to get into the heart of the stronger one. And there he steals power. This one was me.
In the end the count was nothing more than a river. And on that river a tiny boat running along. In it disguised souls as tourists.
Open your eyes! I prepared something for you! Don't make me wait, inciting me with your monologues.
I saw the water, the blue seemed unreliable to me. It looked like greasy paint on ragged skin. Grey and awful blood ran underneath. But for me the blood of sea is red.
Hahahaha...
Hah, 55 year old thoughts. I feel reviled. My skin has gotten hardened from all the storms, but...
Ah, he finally opened his eyes! Come on little fanatic! This has to remind you of something. I created this just for you.
A white nothingness? Nothing but snow, fog and cold wind. Like a battlefield of the past.
Oh, I was standing this whole time. And I am wearing my uniform and my overcoat.
...Just where to go now?
White on the left, white on the right. Ah there are a few trees. Haha...nice. Let's go.
Well mortal? What will you do now? Where will you go in this Siberian desert? You'll be frozen sooner or later. Even your ideals are not a proper barrier - your power goes further than the longing in your eyes.
I'm feeling like I walked for hours, but I approached those trees. The little hill gives a good view that there is nothing here. No end in this icy landscape. And I'm not getting any warmer.
I should turn off those fizzling temperature-measurement-machines. Luckily Dok placed the regulators inside my arm. And since I never asked for this change...
Just need to pull up my... What is this? I am fully made of flesh?
It took you some time to notice. What? You need to sit down? Are you that happy about it? I am a bit jealous now.
Hahahaha! This is so wonderful! I didn't even realize that I have stubble on my face. That hasn't happened in 50 years! I am not sure what chaos of war has caused this, but it's a wonderful feeling!
He's nearly freezing to death and is yet he is happy.
Like watching a fat, Nazi boy getting a Christmas present. The tall man in red coat should visit him. There should be no presents for this boy; just a beating.
Major sat in the snow, upright, happy as a child. His grin looked warm and peaceful. I was pleased and enraged about it at the same time. I wanted to beat the man in an open field battle and make him surrender, which failed miserably. On the other hand I admired the childish joy I saw.
"So much joy, even if you have to live with that body crowded with flaws."
Out of the fog I appeared. Stepping closer to the sitting man, while my boots left deep holes in the snow.
Without a second waisted I grabbed Major's head and pressed him down to the ground. Both our faces were filled with delighted smiles.
"You haven't been so human for 50 years," I purred while playing with the fur of his collar.
"So this is your illusion. I waited for you. It's a human mistake not to guess the storm is coming while the wind is silent. I don't make such mistakes. Where are we now?" was the unimpressed reply I got.
"Yes, indeed!" I laughed and continued. "You are my prisoner now. You exist because I want you to, and only when I wish it."
The leader grinned in disbelief and happiness. "Oh, I feel so honored." The sentence was soaked with irony.
All pain of the world would be to my likes now. This other layer of existing was interesting and a curse at once. I wanted all my fingers to reach for the little marionette's body, to lustfully rip him into pieces until no emptiness remained.
This man's mind never stopped being strong. But I never said I was not stubborn myself.
My hand reached out for the tree close by. Long icicles hung down from it. I broke one of them and moved back into my looming position. I got closer to the frozen face of his. His cheeks looked red and healthy. I had to chuckle.
My foggy breath covered his stained glasses. As usual his reactions were non existent. Smiling he let me go on. I brought the icicle up to his glasses. Due to the heat I created the icicle melted and the water was dripping onto his cheek and glasses. Pleased with myself I licked off the water and removed his glasses, moving the icicle close to his left eye.
The closer I got, the more it twitched. How delightful! I finally saw what I wanted! He behaved like a human.
"What would you think if I cut out your eye? You won't be in need of it anymore..."
I moved my hand closer and whispered.
"Keep your eyelid open, it will be over faster than..."
"Master!
MASTER!"
A loud voice woke the midian, interrupting his dreams.
"Master! Lady Integra wants to see you! We have a new incident!"
Alucard sighed.
"I hope I'll come across some other beautiful eyes then..."
