Heheheheey, the writer here. I just want to make a few things clear before we continue. This is a story I have the intention of completing, and it won't be like a monthly chapter update, maybe twice or trice a week. Lets just see how things will work out. So I´m just putting it out there, I feel like I haven't even started. Lets just fasten our seatbelt, cause its gonna be a long one.
So you tell me that you don't get the deal between Alucard and Seras? Thats toooootally intentional on my part. Oh what was that? you do get it? Really?…. okey then, well, I´ll just pretend you don't and then you´ll just pretend you´re really surprised as the story unfolds later on. And as for later… might as well do this now anyway, So sorry for the future bad fighting scenes. I´m not an author, arrest me. And I really want to make Alucard a true bedass, because he's a fuck mothering vampire. So lets just say his personality is a bit off right now, but it will make sense.. I hope.
In Chapter 4 all I will be focusing about is the happenings in 1843, I hope to make longer chapter than the previous ones. We will get to know Pip a lot more as well, I just need the right setting, so we´ll take that later. And who knows… Maybe you´ll end up crying. I can be dramatic too you know. Thats all, and yeah. Thanks a lot for reading, its actually my first fanfic, so I hope it will meet your expectations and more. Hej då.
Chapter 4: Fragrance
Diary of Abraham Van Hellsing
November 11th, 1842:
This trip has not been for granted. when we entered the castle he was nowhere to be found as we cleansed the whole area. He has left. Where to I do not know. He probably left because he knew I was coming. He might be many things, but I have definitely underestimated the creatures intelligence. I don't know what I had hoped for. The last 10 years shall not be in vain. I will find him once more, and I will destroy him. For he is the true face of evil. It is my task in life to end him before he does even more damage then he has already done. I will send him down to the deepest pits of hell, even though the devil himself won't harbour him.
He killed Louisa. My granddaughter. May her soul rest in peace. It must have been him, for I saw the bite marks on her neck. Her body was as cold as stone and pale as snow, when I found her in the tent. Drained of blood. I should have never brought her with me. She has been buried in these lands as I shall continue my quest. Before the eyes of God himself, I will hunt and destroy The Count. Forever.
London, 1843:
She had hated how she and Julia were not allowed into the library when her father had guest over for tea. Of all the rooms in this great manor, and her father chose the library. Not his office. Not one of the living rooms, oh no. She guessed it was because the library was the only room in the house where the dogs didn't trip around, where maids didn't shuffle. It was the perfect room for conversation, if the conversation was serious and private. Seras could tell by the carriage that had arrived infant of the gates, who this evening guest were. Her father had visits from plenty of his friends, but this man was no close friend, or business associate. He had certainly never visited since her late grandfathers funeral a couple of years was he here? And then she remembered. The ball. She had looked into his eyes that night after the Prince, no the Count had left her so hastily. It was a rather strange coincidence that this man came only two days later to talk with her father. Or was it? Seras felt some strange urge to eavesdrop on the conversation. It was not like her to do such a thing but it was almost like a little voice in her head told her to do it. By the strange way the Count had suddenly changed his mood while dancing with her, after looking in the same direction as where she assumed he had stood behind her. Maybe they knew each other? If they did, Seras doubted that it was a friendly acquaintance. But if he held further information of the Count, Seras needed to know.
"Make yourself at home Sir Hellsing. Its been too long I dare say, where and how have you been?" Mr. Victoria started as polite as always. Sir Hellsing took a deep breath, as he leaned forward to Mr. Victoria, almost like he was telling him something serious. "I have been in the eastern parts of Europe hunting a vile creature. After four years I thought I had finally found his hiding spot, but I guess I have underestimated him completely." Mr. Victoria still held his smile intact. The old man in front of held a familiar face. One of his fathers closest friends. He knew that through all the nice titles, and money that Sir Hellsing had, he was a bit.. odd. to say the least. Or it was not he that was odd, rather his interests was bit peculiar. He remembered the stories he would tell him when he was younger, about monsters and mythological creatures. Naturally when he became older, he had lost interest in them, but it seemed that the elder had not. He traveled the world, looking for only god-knows what. "Is that so, Sir Hellsing. What kind of creature?" Still smiling, Mr. Victoria poured him cup of tea.
"Its better if you don't know Henry. You don't wish to know…" The elder man positioned himself differently in his seat. Mr Victoria only looked at him surprised. "Well.. Alright then, I won't ask." Mr. Victoria took up his cup of tea. "But let me tell you this Henry. He´s here. He´s in London. And I hope not, but I do believe that your daughter is in grave danger." The elder had raised his eyebrows in a concerned expression. Mr. Victoria put his cup back down and, sighed. "My daughter? Why on earth would any of them be in any danger Sir?" Little noise came from inside tone of he closets in the background. Sir Hellsing then suddenly moved in closer to Mr. Victoria and gestured for him to get closer as well. "I saw them. Seras and that… I believe he wants her Henry, and there is no one who can stop him." Mr. Victoria took the old man by his hand. "Maybe you need to rest dear Sir. I know the last year has been difficult with the loss of Louisa in Romania. Maybe it will do you good to spend a little time on the countryside?" Abraham only closed his eyes as if her name had hurt his ears. "Cant you see Henry." He whispered. "If we don't do something Seras will end up just like my dear Louisa."
Seras tried to hold her gasp as she heard what the elder man had said to her father. She listened further as her father followed Sir Hellsing out of the room, and out of the house. She emerged from the closet. She was terrified. Was someone after her, was someone trying to kill her. And what was this creature that Sir Hellsing had talked about? Seras tried to think rationally. No, nonsense. This was only the talk of a sad old man, who tried to occupy himself with fairy tales, instead of dealing with the loss of his granddaughter.
Diary of Abraham Van Hellsing
May 20th, 1843:
I have found him, or he has found me. I saw the red crimson eyes, they cannot hide from me. What is it that he wishes to achieve here in London? And why Seras Victoria? She is not dead yet so there is still time. But why indeed her. I saw them together this evening. They were dancing, and he talked to her. I must warn her and her family before it is too late. I can't let Seras end up the same way my dear Louisa did. I won't tell them as they will think I am mad, but there might be a way for me to warn them, so that they will wisely stay away from him. My only hope is that God will give Seras enough strength to stay away.
Victoria Manor, 1843:
It was yet another rainy day in London. Seras looked up in the sky as the clouds gathered heavily in the sky making everything else grey and dark. It was such weather as this that was perfect for spending a whole day at the library. Finally, she though to herself. As she put on of of there more simple dresses she had, she beheld the little silver box on her night table. Inside lay the card she had been given by the Count. She smiled as her gaze shifted to herself in the mirror. It was a light grey dress, rather plain actually. No one would question such a plain lady like this for going to the library alone. "Well then." She said as she went downstairs and gathered a some books in her arms. "And where do you think you're going in a dress like that, miss?" Her mother said from behind her. But Seras only tried to ignore her and pretend as if though she didn't hear her at all. Her paste hurried as she heard her mother got off the french couch. "Young lady, that dress is grey Seras! You know I hate grey." She shouted from behind her. Seras was saved by the door as she quickly passed through it and ran up to the carriage. "The library please." She blew a kiss to her mother who had her arms crossed and shook her head in the doorway. "You will be the end of me Seras Victoria." She said as she closed the door and tried to not laugh over how stubborn that daughter of hers was.