Interesting little thing I just noticed earlier, the Van Hellsing from the book Dracula is spelled with just one L. Weird right? So theoretically it should be something like Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Helsing, or the Helsing Organization, and so on. But I guess not, huh? Also, since I'll be using this word a lot psyche means how a person thinks or behaves. So this is how Alucard thinks and behaves, and how he evolved into thinking and behaving in such ways. Also, his little monologue in the second prompt is direct from the first manga, which I have. *so proud*
Prompt: Be careful what you wish for...
He grinned at the floor of the stone, so close, and yet so far away.
His mind was drifting vacantly, and the only thing that seemed to be constant was the pain he was in.
The cool air became hot, then chill, then back to the musty cool of the basement dungeon, his tired mind weaving fantasies to deceive his senses as his glazed red eyes wandered the dark cell.
His head rang and buzzed with hunger and confusion.
How many days had it been since his last meal?
Had he even been fed since his imprisonment?
So tired…did it even matter?
His fluttering eyelids caught themselves as his lanky frame jerked back to wakefulness, broken from his hazy doze by a single coherent thought.
Van Helsing.
Vengeance.
His tattered lips curled over his bloody and gnarled teeth, a sharp reminder of all the times he had bit down on his own flesh in this past few weeks, to still hunger or screams, or simply to taste the sweet nutrient he had been denied.
His blood-red eyes scanned the cell again, his skeletal hands clenching, a hiss as his scarred and welted flesh came into contact with the silver chains again.
Blessed.
His eyes lost focus for a moment in pain, then served back to clarity as the imprisoned beast gave a short snarl.
Prisoner.
His head came up a little, and this time he did not react as the heavy silver collar around his neck shifted, his skin sizzling as it came into contact with the metal anyways.
His eyes narrowed with the feralness of an angry lion.
There.
Through the thick bars of the same cursed metal that he was chained with, there was a light.
He hated it.
Why, he was not quite certain.
Perhaps at this point it was just an instinctive reaction to the brightness, associated with the sun, which burned him and caused pain.
But then again…what was a little pain now?
A sick smile peeled his lips back again, and he chuckled slightly.
Pain.
What a quaint notion.
"Hehehahahahaha…"
As if he cared about such a small and insignificant thing any longer.
So he threw back his head and laughed, baring his sharp mouthful of stained, snarled teeth.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
On the other side of the thick wall, Van Helsing paused in his writing, hearing the psychotic, crazed laughter of his captive vampire, and a slow chill went up his spine.
Even though he knew the vampire was securely chained and bound within several concentric circles, the laughter was nowhere near anything that could even remotely be called sane.
He had told the men to break the vampire down, but from the looks of things, they had done a bit too well.
Controlling a defeated, broken vampire was one thing.
Controlling one that had lost all traces of sanity was something else altogether.
Prompt: Just for tonight...
Hmm.
A blood moon.
Very rare in England…perhaps it was a good omen.
A feral smile curled his lips as he looked away from the window.
A good one for him anyway.
He walked on, his crimson eyes scanning the whitewashed walls absently.
Ghouls.
After a short while, there were no more corpses, and the walls were now stained with blackish goo and red, red blood.
He continued on, dropping the clip and slamming a new one in with practiced, loose grace.
Hm.
Boring.
This was all so very boring.
And here he thought tonight might turn out to be interesting.
There was a scream, and he half turned, seeing a skinny weed of a boy stumble and fall with a rabid ghoul inches behind.
Click.
BANG!
He turned away again, leaving him to the soldiers that always flooded the building behind him in case of just such an event as the sifting ashes of what was left of the ghoul collapsed on the boy's back.
Bother.
That was all these so called "vampires" were.
A bother.
They had no idea of what a real vampire was.
No nobility, conviction, or morality.
They couldn't transform into mist or bats.
They couldn't even heal from the wounds they took from silver rounds.
They killed women and children when they didn't even need to feed.
And they couldn't even fight without their guns or bullets.
Pathetic.
Just a bunch of human punks that suddenly acquired the ability to create ghouls, and little more.
How very boring.
Prompt: Are you afraid?
"Monster! MONSTER!"
"C'mon let's go, MOVE MOVE!"
"He's coming! RUN! RUN!"
Such fun he had with these humans.
The blood was thick and sweet as it ran down his throat, and he lifted his head, aiming his guns with easy grace.
"C'MON MOVE!"
He approached them, letting them see his mouth full of fangs and the sticky red that dripped down his face.
"Let's go!"
He grinned as he continued to step forward, savoring the swirling scent of fear, terror, and blood as it mixed together.
He widened his eyes, catching the man near the control panel with them.
Open the doors.
They closed, but then there was a ding and the sheets of metal started to widen once more as he heard gasps of terror within.
Then they noticed his puppet.
"Stop him!"
"Let go!"
They struggled with his puppet, but the man knew his purpose, and that was to open the doors, valiantly keeping his place as he struggled to press the "OPEN" one more time.
They panicked and shot him, then tossed his puppet out of the elevator as another lunged to press the "CLOSE".
The man reached up to him, knowing he had failed in his task to open the doors for Master.
A bullet tearing through his skull silenced him quickly enough as he stepped over the body.
And just barely caught the doors with the Jackal and Casull, holding them open.
He began to wrench the metal sheets apart, chuckling quietly to himself.
"Open Sesame…"
They were too terrified to shoot him as he slammed the doors apart and stepped into the small metal construction.
"Good work soldiers. Now, good night."
He cheerfully took his time blowing the men apart one by one, then turned as he heard the ding of the elevator reaching the ground floor.
The doors opened as he ejected his clips and slammed new ones in, grinning at the thought of the humans that would pick over the delightful pile of bodies behind him when this was all over.
Some would no doubt have to be put into mental institutions.
His nostrils flared a little as he glanced to the side and grinned.
More toys for him to play with.
He was in such a good mood he was starting to feel a bit nostalgic, and he cast a glance to the side, seeing the flagpoles that lined the avenue of the hotel.
Perfect.
The crowd of human reporters, police, and gawkers were too busy staring at the corpses impaled on the tall wooden poles to notice him as he walked out.
He grinned at the moon above him, spreading his duster as bats fluttered around him.
Are you frightened, Millennium?
Does this make you jealous instead?
This is what you were trying to achieve.
This is a true monster.