Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing; Kouta Hirano does. I do, however, hold claims over my character Sonya.
A soft moan escaped from parted lips. Nails clawed at a naked back within the moonlit room. Vulgar words whispered from the mouths of a couple that rocked against each other on a bed. The male turned the woman over, continuing the thrusting of his hips. The woman shoved her face into the pillow rocking back into him.
The room escalated in terms of heat. The bed creaked under the pressure from the two upon it. The woman was forced to turn over once again, glazed over silver eyes peeking through half opened lids. She glanced into the man's amber eyes before shifting to the moon that was slowly descending from its perch in the night sky. A final thrust, heads thrown back in ecstasy, vulgar words shouted from the man, and a soft moan from the woman beneath him.
Sonya's eyes closed as she placed her hand over her face. A frown made its way upon her face as she felt the sting of the stitches. She gazed towards the dark skinned man, gold piercings reflecting off of him from the moons beautiful light. He was already getting clothes on so the werewolf stretched upon the bed before she followed suit. Grabbing her nearly shredded clothes she got dressed and followed him out.
"Thanks for the fuck," he laughed madly. Sonya rolled her eyes but gave him a smile.
"No, no, thank you." She whispered in his ear, trailing a hand down his chest. She walked away from him to take a seat in front of a long haired blonde man. The dark-skinned man's shirt ripped causing him to cuss and go find another jacket. She folded her legs neatly, feeling the familiar burning sensation at her core as it burned away any semen. A shiver ran down her spine as it tickled her.
Once the tickle feeling disappeared she looked to the man that she had followed into this place. He had two female vampires crawling over him. She ran a hand through her sweat drenched red hair, shaking it out. He reached out a hand that had a cigarette and a lighter. She took it with a nod in thanks, lighting it up.
Sonya inhaled the cancer on a stick, allowing it to fill her lungs before blowing out. She watched the smoke dance in the air. Following its movements until it disappeared. Another inhale of the cigarette she glanced at the blonde vampire. He was watching with a straight face before engaging with his brother about something.
"This has been fun and all, but I got a boat to catch." With that said the werewolf picked herself up and walked towards the door. She heard movement from behind. Time seemed to have slowed down around her as she walked at her normal pace. Clenching her fist, she threw her arm out. Something had hit her forearm causing them to get tossed backwards.
When she made it to the door she looked at what she had hit. It was the older brother – or whoever he was. A small crater created with his body. Sonya left the place with a laugh, jumping onto a roof before taking off towards the English Channel. It'd take a little over eighteen hours if she went a normal car speed to reach her destination but her excitement mixed with her incredible speed would cut that time by half or more.
She jumped off the boat, sneaking onto the boat without getting detected by any humans. Taking a sniff Sonya did not smell any other creatures on the boat. At least not on deck, too many humans were coming on board making it difficult to smell anything else but cologne and perfume. Leaning against a rail the werewolf waited for the boat to finally move away from the dock. She threw the cigarette butt over the rail once she was done with it.
By that time everyone seemed to have gotten onboard. Some cars were on deck but other than that a lot of people were walking about talking to each other. The sun head peeked from the horizon lighting the sky in beautiful colors. Sonya leaned against the side of the rail enjoying the rocking of the boat. She lurched forward throwing up anything that may have been in her stomach – who was she kidding? The werewolf got seasick easily.
Wiping her mouth with the back of her mouth once she was done she moved away from the edge, taking a seat in the middle of the deck. A bottle of water was dangling in front of her face minutes after getting relaxed. She looked to see who it was. The hand that was holding it had lead to a man with long carrot-colored hair and an eye patch. She blinked in confusion shifting silver eyes between the man and the bottled water.
"I saw you throw up. Figured you'd like a drink," he had a very noticeable French accent. Sonya nodded slowly, taking the water. She stared at it with narrowed eyes as she gave it a whiff. The man laughed, waving his hand.
"Nothing was done to it, I assure you." With wary glance she took a sip. Nothing more than cold water, just as he said. She gave him a smile in thanks, standing up with the bottle still pressed to her lips.
"Danke Herr," Sonya said with a sweet smile. The man looked confused for a moment before giving a laugh. He placed a hand in her hair, messing up her hair a little bit. She closed one eye as hair kept brushing against the cheek but kept the other on him. It wasn't like Sonya wasn't short – she was five foot five which was around average height.
"Désolé, I don't speak German." He gave another small laugh before he was called over by another man. He called back with something in French before walking around the woman and placing both hands on her shoulders. He gently gave her a shove towards the group. She allowed herself to be guided towards them, gazing at each of their faces with a wary look.
All her nose was able to smell was the perfume and cologne still making it hard to know if they were actual humans. As she drew closer, though, their scent became stronger. Sonya gave a small sigh – they were humans. She reached out her hand with a small blush on her face deciding to play the act of an innocent human.
"Guten Morgen, I'm Sonya." She introduced shaking hands with the men that took the offer. Some brushed their lips over her knuckles causing a small laugh to escape her lips. A chair was brought up for her to sit on which she thanked with a kiss on the cheek. Once she got comfortable she crossed her legs. They talked amongst each other, the werewolf a little suspicious as to why she was dragged over.
"Who's up for a game of poker?" One of the men pulled out a deck of cards. Over all the smells on the boat, even possibly a mile away from the shore in England, a scent suddenly hit her. She knew this smell very well. A grin broke out on her face as the memory of the fight surfaced in her mind.
A hand ran through her hair again causing the memory to break up. She looked to the face of a man with a five o'clock shadow with shaggy blonde hair and dark blue eyes. He looked tired but a smile was on his face. Sonya gave him a smile back, tilting her head slightly. The man looked like her uncle from many years ago. Maybe this was his reincarnation?
Sonya gave a small laugh in the back of her head. There was no way that after this many years God would allow him to walk this Earth again. He was forever staying in the sky, keeping watch over his many great-children that now walked this land. Her uncle had way too many people to watch over instead of his old niece. She held out a hand to the man.
"Hello, I'm Sonya," she decided to stick to English while with them. They were French so speaking in her native tongue wouldn't serve any purpose.
"My name is James." He introduced with a tired grin. Sonya and James shook hands before getting dragged into a game of poker with the Frenchmen. Their excuse was that they "couldn't allow a woman be by her lonesome" or something like that. She went along for the hell of it, getting some laughs from them as they claimed cheat.
The werewolf was able to tell that the Frenchmen were close friends. They joked around with each other, tried reading the others cards, all around it was just funny to watch. Sonya was having a grand time. The time passed by quickly and before the red head knew it she was waving goodbye to her new friends. She looked around the city that resided in France before turning into her four-legged form and taking off.
She passed many people almost like a gale before slowing down in the outskirts of Italy after hours of running. The pads of her paws hurt and the sun was already high in the sky. It must've been just late noon. Eight hours of running caused the wolf to be tired. She gave a large yawn, her ears flattening against her head.
She felt a tingle on her ears from the stiches dim. The people she passed looked at her with smile, waving to her. Some children ran their hands in her fur, squealing. She gave each of them licks on the hands before going back to her main objective. The wolf reached a church with children running about outside.
Sonya gave a bark drawing their attention. Her tail wagged once their faces lit up and all came running. Her tongue rolled out of her tongue as they pat her, giving her kisses and giggling amongst themselves.
"Sonya!" A little boy called holding onto a small disc. Sonya's tail wagged, bending down low. The children moved away from her screeching with laughter. The little boy threw the disc into the air. She kept her silver eyes on it.
Once it was where she wanted it she pushed off of the ground without effort, caught the disc in her mouth before doing a summersault as she came back down. She bit into it a few times to make sure she had a good hold on it before trotting back to the little boy. The disc was put on the ground and more toys were brought out. A ball, a rope, a few even gave her some treats. One thing Sonya loved was kids – going as far as to act like a real dog around them.
Though, she would rather rip off her legs and eat them instead of being caught doing this in front of vampires. She played with the children for at least a half hour before a scent passed with a gentle breeze. The werewolf looked to see a very tall man making his way towards them. Blonde hair and a grey cassock moved with the breeze that passed. Sonya ran up towards him, circling for a little before walking next to him. His green eyes, shielded by glasses, smiled at the sight of the children.
A heavy hand landed on her head giving her a pat. The children gathered around the tall man with laughs. Some had asked to be picked up or to be given piggy back rides. The tall man had lifted them, placing some on his broad shoulders; some had climbed onto his back. He carried a few in his arms before trudging back inside the church.
"You come in as well," his Scottish accent reaching the sensitive ears of the wolf. Sonya hesitantly stepped towards the doors. She felt the children's eyes on her. The she-wolf never had entered the holy building knowing that it can cause her great pain. She set a paw upon the steps and waited for the pain – nothing. Taking a few more she put a paw inside the door.
It felt like her skin was being peeled off with a hot butter knife. A current of pain rushed through her body forcing her to throw herself backwards away from the doorway and off the steps. She growled harshly, almost turning into a human from the coursing pain. The priest's glasses reflected a blue light as he set all the children down. He walked out of the large building, looking down at the wolf with a frown on his face.
"The usual way then," Sonya nodded rounding the holy building. She entered through a hidden doorway. Walking through the darkness that came from being under she walked down many flight of stairs before coming to a large room surrounded with light. An old man sat there in a white and silver chair that held sapphires through the top. He looked sick, frail, but smiled at the sight of the red-brown furred wolf.
"Ah, Sonya, my dear," his voice cracked before a coughing fit raked his body. Sonya transformed hurriedly coming to the old man's aid. She rubbed his back until the fit died down. She saw the red splotches that coated his hand. Her worry for the old man grew more.
"Master-"he raised a hand to silence her. His breathing was ragged. The werewolf knew he wouldn't be able to last much longer. The scent of death blanketed the old man. It grew stronger with every breathe he took; every time his heart had beat.
He ran a hand through the werewolf's red hair. She leaned into the old man's touch gently, keeping her silver eyes on his dulling blue eyes. She went to grab his hand when he felt him tug on the stitches. A tickle ran from the stitches down her spine causing her to shudder. Her eyes began to get clouded as they prickled with unshed tears.
The old man gave a laugh. It sounded strained and rough. Sonya sniffed back her tears, rubbing at her eyes as he continued to run a hand through her hair.
"Come now, Sonya, no need for tears," his voice was raspy, filled with pain. He moved her hands and wiped away the tears that were flowing. She looked at him while biting her lip. Her face was blotched red, flush, and filled with heartache. He gave another rough laugh as snot started to run from her nose. She quickly wiped it away the best she could, sniffing it back up.
He gave her a tired smile, slouching back into his chair. The old man ran a hand through her hair once again until he fell asleep. Sonya watched the rise and fall of his chest with an ache in her own. He won't be able to last much longer. She locked her jaw to keep from waking him.
Sonya didn't know how long she sat by his side before footsteps reached her sensitive ears. She looked into the hall, waiting for the man to show himself. The she-wolf can recognize his scent from anywhere. Sure enough Father Alexander showed up with a sundress with some undergarments in his arms. The light reflected off his glasses hiding his eyes.
His lips were in a frown as he stepped towards the two. Sonya took the clothing once he handed it to her. She dressed quickly before sitting back down next to her Master. She leaned against his chair while keeping her eyes glued to the floor. Her mind was blank by force as she knew if she thought of anything it would cause her to drift to the situation and she would cry again.
Father Alexander looked at the she-wolf with a straight face before shifting his eyes towards the old man sitting in the chair. He knew that the old man was pushing his limits with God. He clanged to life because of the werewolf that sat next to him. The old priest had founded the woman outside of the church, stranded and unclothed. He took her in – or tried to – only to have her scream in pain from entering the door.
He had Anderson find a way for her to enter the building so that she may seek shelter and that's when they had used a storm cellar underneath the church. It had a staircase that lead to the church's kitchen. Children often snuck down through that door once they heard of the "dog" that was staying with them. Those children had long since grew and moved on with their lives though more children came and repeated the same thing. That was over seventy years ago.
"Come ya heathen; allow Father Willington needs his rest." With that said he turned on his heel and walked out. His tall figure almost made his hair brush against the ceiling. Sonya glanced at the old man before running off behind the man, her footsteps lightly echoing down the halls until it turned back to dirt. They walked in silence, Sonya glancing up at the back of Father Alexander's head every now and then until they reached the outdoors.
She followed him, watching out for the children as they ran around playing, before they disappeared into the small forest that surrounded the church. Her body tensed as she waited. She did not have to wait long before blades pierced themselves through her thick flesh. Her skin burned from the blessed blades. Father Alexander retrieved them, blood dripping from the steel blades.
Sonya gave a whimper as he pulled them out slowly. He narrowed his eyes at her.
"A bloody heathen, that's all you are werewolf. A sinner in the eyes of God and an abomination, I see no reason as to why Father Willington took you in that day. Ye are still nothing but a monster in the eyes of the Lord. Archbishop Maxwell's reasoning for allowing you to stay remains unknown but beware – I will continue to make sure you stay on a short leash, dog." With that said the Scottish priest walked away from the bleeding werewolf. Her teeth clenched tightly as to not resort something that may have upset the good Father anymore.
"He seriously needs to get an attitude upgrade." She grumbled to herself once she was sure he was out of earshot. The werewolf rubbed the spots the blades had recently been, the wounds closing with a sizzling noise. She walked back to the outside of the church, smiling to the children as they ran to her. Sonya was, a sick way, glad the man had just stabbed her in her arms and legs as to not cause tears or bloodstains in the dress. She did not want the children to question it.
"Who wants to play hide and seek?" She asked with a laugh. The children cheered and ran off to hide as the werewolf turned with her hands covering her eyes. She heard the children giggling amongst themselves as they found places to hide. Even with a person like Alexander around Sonya still enjoyed being here, both for her master and for the children.
"Ready or not – here I come!"
So how did I do this chapter? ;u; I'm sure I got Alexander's speech wrong because I'm a n00b like that. I don't really write out accents like "ze are beautiful" and such things like that. I mean in the OVA they didn't have those sorts of wording. The accents were noticeable but they didn't use ze LOL... /rambles on
Anyway, reviews please! Any grammatical errors please point them out. I tend to miss a lot when I scan the documents over, heh... I even remove somethings, add, or just change the wordings sometimes so it's good to always check back to see if it's still the same once in a while. ;;
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