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Walter bows to Integra and leaves the room. Isyllt was still waiting in the hallway as Walter came out.
"I'll show you to your room now, Colonel. If you'll follow me, please."
They quickly descended a set of stairs, that were hidden somewhat next to Sir Integra's door, to the first floor. Walking down the hallway and through a door to the outside.
"Sir Integra stated that you would inform me about the details on the mission with Major Madison?"
Walter looks over at Isyllt as they walk across the lawn, "Yes, she did. Your team will be used as back up for Major Madison. The mission is a basic sweep and clean. There have been a number of attacks in the area and we believe we might have found the house that these things are stationing at."
"Number of attacks? These things? What are we exactly talking about? You make them sound as if they aren't human."
Walter stops in front of an old building, slowly unlocking the door, and then opening it. He turns to Isyllt and waves his hand for her to proceed before him. Isyllt looks at him and walks inside. The room was small and quaint. The walls looked freshly wallpapered. There was a simple single bed, two dressers, a closet, a desk with a laptop on it, and a bathroom.
"Do you believe in vampires, Colonel?"
Isyllt turns and looks at Walter as she raises one of her eyebrows at him, questionably.
"Um, that would be a no. What kind of question is that?"
"It's a simple question really, but I think you might want to change your opinion sooner than later. What you will be going up against is something you've probably only read in books, but they are real."
"Wait, so you're telling me that the things that go bump in the night are actually real and something that needs to be feared?"
"In a way, Colonel, in a way. They are real, but I don't think you should have to fear them. They can be killed. You can decide not to believe me, but this mission will be an eye opener, so to speak. I thought you, at least, should be prepared. Your men will be relying on you to stay calm."
Walter looks around and then back at Isyllt, who's face was in utter disbelief.
"Now is there anything you might need for your room, Colonel? I've tried to make sure that everything that was necessary was available to you."
Isyllt shakes her head, as if to clear it up, and looks around again at her room. It would work for her, it's not like she would be staying forever. She's use to having very little around her. Looking over at Walter, "This will do, Walter. Thank you. I don't fully believe what you were talking about, but I do know something strange is going on about this place. Call it a gut filling. If these creatures do exist, as you have evidently stated, then I'll need to wrap my mind around it. Being incapable of handling a situation will get my men killed, that will not happen while I still breathe. I know that men will die, which I can handle, but it won't be because I was incapable of handling a situation."
"Of course, which is why you were picked. The Major will be telling you where he will want you, however, it'll be up to you to keep up your end and keeping your men alive. Good luck, Colonel."
With that Walter turns towards the door and leaves. Isyllt sighs as she walks by the bed, slowly sitting down unto it, which causes the bed to creak.
Vampires? The concept in itself is impossible! The living dead walking on Earth. I, mean, sure I've dreamed and watched about these creatures, but that they may actually exist? Does this mean that all this time I thought those dreams were just nightmares were actually real?
Isyllt leans forward, arms prostrating on her knees, and lays her head into her opened palms. Weariness washes over her as the thoughts draw her into chaos. The room was too quiet and seemed too small for her. The walls, they were closing in on her. She was exhausted, but she needed to breathe. Isyllt jumps up from her bed and briskly walks, almost sprinting, towards the door. She rips the door open, causing the fading rays of the sun setting to slightly blind her.
RUN...Need to breathe.
Her mind was driving her insane with all the noise in her head. She shoots out of the door at full speed. The wind had already picked up quite a bit since she got here. The air assaults her with smells of freshly cut grass, gunpowder, some type of food, and fear. Isyllt picks her pace up, slowly starting to feel her muscles burning and straining, since she hadn't stretched before running. She knew that fear she was smelling was coming from her.
I'm not afraid. It's just not possible! But...but, what if it is true? If it is, then everything I thought I knew is wrong. What am I suppose to do? How am I suppose to fight something that isn't even suppose to exist? How do I kill something that is so strong, evil, and scary as that?
Isyllt stops running, gasping heavily as sweat pours down her back and chest. Her hair had already fallen out of it's bun, vibrantly dancing in the cool autumn breeze. The cold wind encases Isyllt, causing her to shiver, making her close her arms around her. She leans her head somewhat back, allowing the air to waif around her head and unto her face as she closes her eyes. There weren't any sounds, except for the whistling of the wind and the blades of grass beneath her feet being caressed also by the air.
Walter said that they can be killed...which means...even if this is all true, then it's not all a lost cause. I can't allow fear to control me.
She opens her eyes and looks forward. She had run from her little shed of a place to a cemetery.
Ha, how ironic. I'm running from my thoughts and fears about the undead and right into a cemetery for the dead. I'd be foolish to say I wasn't afraid to die or face these things, but I think I can do this. No, I know I can. They can die and I'll be the one that guides them to their eternal sleep.
Isyllt sighs at her thoughts as all of her stress, fears, and weariness flies away with the wind. She starts to slowly saunter through the cemetery, looking at each of the stone heads.
So those walking slimy weird looking men in my dreams...are those vampires or something else? Will those be the things I'll be seeing? No, they aren't vampires...vampires are suppose to have fangs. Those things had blunted teeth. Hmm...
Isyllt squints her eyes as she thinks. She pushes a strand of hair that had blown in her face away.
That man...in red and that so-called priest...weren't they vampires. He did say why hunt your own kind. Hmm. That man in red...what was his name? He struck that priest in the heart. The other things...those walking men...he shot them in the head. So...technically by aiming for the heart or head...the things in the dark die. Interesting...
The sky was darkening beautifully with clouds gathering above like a blanket for the sky. The wind spirals all around the area with cool autumn air, whispering of tales of old. A few trees could be seen around some mausoleums, leaves browned and golden, slowly falling sparingly from it's boney branches. Grass crunching under her feet as she approaches the Hellsing vault. The place was huge, old, and sad looking.
The tall gray, with blackened acid stains upon it, stone walls towered over Isyllt, seeming almost to engulf her. The wind picks up around her, her hair dances wildly around her face. The door is pushed open somewhat by the wind. Candle light flickers around from behind the door. Isyllt, curious, pushes the door completely open, causing the wind behind her to blow out the lights.
"You shouldn't disturb the dead."
Isyllt spins around at the voice, only to find a shadow by the next vault. She narrows her eyes, trying to peer through the darkened veil of the night.
"Who are you? Why are you hiding?"
The sound of a man chuckling echos through the air. Isyllt places her back against the stone walls as her muscles tighten slightly, reading herself for a fight.
"You are a strange girl. I guess American girls are different. What caused you to run all the way here? You seemed as if the hounds of hell were behind you."
Isyllt sneers, "I don't see how that's any of your fucking business, especially when I don't know to whom I'm speaking to. Why don't you come out of the shadows and face me like a man? Or are you a man? Your voice is low, but voices can be deceiving."
"Haha, so you've been deceived by voices, hmm? Maybe, you shouldn't listen to them."
The wind stills for a moment, as if in anticipation of the strangers appearance. The shadows recede as black turns to red. Isyllt gasps as the man, no the creature she had seen in her dreams appears before her. The vampire Alucard.
Alucard was wearing his full length red trench coat, with his normal charcoal suit, leather riding boots, his red knotted cravat, white gloves, red fedora hat, and his orange glasses. He looks at Isyllt and smiles slightly at her, not showing any fangs. Isyllt's heart beats faster as her mind remembers her dream...
"Guns have no affect on me."
The girl gasps as she hears Alucard's voice. She quickly turns and moves around the chapel to see the scene. Her eyes widen as she sees black shadows coming together to reform the one called Alucard. He stands up, his eyes glowing red, and he smiles, having his long tongue hanging out between his long fangs. His eyes grinned with excitement as he proclaimed, "Futility!"
"YOU! I know you!"
Isyllt plasters herself against the stone, her mind wheeling as fear slowly creeps into her mind. Alucard raises an eyebrow as her fear slips into his nostrils, quickening his interest in her. Her eyes widen and her heart pounds faster, louder as Alucard slowly approaches.
"You know me? How exactly do you know me? Hmm? I don't remember ever meeting you. You reek of fear and I haven't even done anything to you,...yet."
He stops in front of Isyllt, towering over as he peers down at her. Isyllt's heart felt like it was being squashed by an invisible hand.
I have to get away from him. Can't let him get me. What kills vampires again?
Isyllt surveys her surroundings without looking away from Alucard's gaze. Alucard smirks as his glasses slide down a bit on his nose, allowing his blood red eyes to be revealed to her. Out of the corner of Isyllt's eyes, she notices a broken wood cross that had been badly damaged by a storm or something.
She drops to the ground, quickly gets into a ball like position, and barrels to the right, where the broken wooden cross laid. Alucard smiles as he watches her move away from him. Isyllt gets up and grasps the broken cross tightly in her hands. Standing straight, she looks at Alucard, "So what if I smell of fear? Shouldn't I be, Alucard?"
Alucard narrows his eyes at her, "How do you know my name, girl?"
Isyllt smirks at him, "I know a few things when it's concerning you, Vampire!"
Alucard studies Isyllt for a second before disappearing. Isyllt, shocked, quickly recovers and surveys the area while at the ready. The wind was picking up, as if to hide the vampires tracks. Leaves crackling in the wind behind her as she shifts around. The air felt like an electric current was sparking around her. Her heart quickens with excitement and adrenaline. Isyllt smirks again as she closes her eyes, "Don't you want to play, Alucard? Are you afraid a little human girl is going to wipe the floor with your ass?"
Alucard's chuckling echoes through the air, causing Isyllt to turn around. She opens her eyes, but he isn't there.
Where is he? Why am I even fighting him? He hasn't tried to hurt me, but then again I really don't know anything about him. What is he trying to do? Think...think Isyllt...What would you do?
Breathing slowly, Isyllt's heart slows down, but not the adrenaline in her system. The wind rustles around her, blanketing her in its cool embrace as a gloved hand out of nowhere grabs her from behind. Isyllt tries to grapple his arm, but his strength was too much. Alucard's body comes out of nowhere and appears behind her. His hand moves up to her neck as Isyllt tries to smash his face in with her broken cross.
"What's this? I thought my little human girl is going wipe me on the floor? Hmmm...Come on, fight! Aren't you suppose to be good at getting out of situations like these? After all, this is why you're here...for my master."
Isyllt stops struggling and looks up at him. "Master? You're a chained dog?"
Alucard looks down into her condescending silver grey-blue eyes, "And you're nothing but dog food."
Isyllt glares at him, as he glares at her. She opens her mouth to say something.
"AH, NO, STOP! PLEASE DON'T!"
Isyllt quickly puts her hands to her head as her vision blurs and the screams echo in her head. Alucard, who was about to devour her, stops and looks at the girl.
"Is something wrong, girl?"
Isyllt glares up at him, "I...I don't know. I don't understand? What the hell, GET OUT OF MY HEAD!"
Alucard raises his eyebrow at her as she screams out a blood curling scream. Isyllt screams at the top of her lungs and collapses in Alucard's arms, completely unconscious.
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