Sunday, July 8, 2007

   Random G2 Hellsing Ficlet
Vlad pouted at his father. "Please, Daddy?" he asked. Alucard remained quiet. "Please, Father?" he asked. Alucard didn't move. Vlad blinked, his dreams shattered.
"Can you point and use a gun correctly, Vlad Dracul?" Alucard asked. Vlad looked up and nodded. "Do you know how to defend yourself, Vlad Alucard?" he questioned. Vlad nodded again. "Can you follow orders, Vlad Walter?" Vlad continued nodding. "Do you know the weaknesses of a vampire, Vlad Albion?" Another nod. "Can you dispatch Ghouls quickly, Vlad Aiden?" Nod-nod. "See in a night as dark as pitch, Vlad Aria?" Two quick nods. "Do you know your power, Vlad Dante?"
A stall.
An unsure nod.
"Do you know who you are, Vlad?" Alucard asked his son. Vlad chimed in his small, childish voice, the voice of any 4-year-old.
"Vlad Dracul Alucard Walter Albion Aiden Aria Dante Tepes, son of Vlad Draculea and Sara Dornez." he said softly. Alucard shook his head. "Louder, boy."
"I am Vlad Dracul Alucard Walter Albion Aiden Aria Dante Tepes, son of the Hunter and Count Vlad Draculea and the Countess Sara Dornezz." Vlad said, louder and firmer this time. Alucard smiled at his son.
His long black hair was pulled into a ponytail that dangled over his slim, black-draped shoulder. His skin was soft and pale, as his mother's was. Like Snow, Alucard thought. His green eyes glittered with a strange light that seemd to beccon with words of honey laced with poison.
Alucard reflected on his thoughts. The words he put together in perfect melody was a sign he and Sara spoke far too much. She was rubbing off on him.
Vlad looked up at his Father's smile anxiously. "Well?" he whispered. "I suppose..." the child was breathless. "I suppose... You could ask your mother. I'll ask Sir Integra." Alucard said. Vlad leaned forward, kissed his father on the cheek, and ran off soundlessly. Alucard smiled. The child was like his mother in so many ways...
Sara was finishing making her bed when she sensed him enter the room. "Love, what are you doing up here?" she asked, picking him up. Vlad was smiling at his mother, clutching his father's hat onto his head. "Father said yes! Can I really go?! Mommy, can I?!" he begged. Sara sighed. She'd answered the question a million-and-one times. Since Vlad could talk, he would ask when he could follow his father on a mission. And even before that, when he started walknig, hell, CRAWLING, he would follow Alucard around the castle, knowing his father was going to leave him to kick undead ass.
"Yes, Vlad, you can go." Sara said. Vlad smiled and hugged his mother tightly. "Thank you, Momma." he said. Sara smiled. "You're growing up..." she said softly. Vlad looked at his mother, puzzled. "I don't wanna grow up! I want to be mommy's little boy, for always!" he exclaimed. Sara laughed. "Oh, you'll always be that, Shrimp." she said. "Am not a shrimp! I'm 4'1"!
Sara's smile faded for a moment. It seemed like yesterday she was first holding him, Corwyn reading off his measurments. 10 inches, 8.6 pounds.
Now he was 4" 1', and getting too heavy for her to lift.
She sighed again. Vlad buried his face into her neck. "'Ts ok." he said. She smiled again.
"WHAT THE HELL NO!" Integra screamed at her now decidedly insane servant. Alucard shrugged. "He'll be heartbroken." Alucard complained. Integra twitched and got a cigar. "Rather he heartbroken over being safe than you and Sara broken over his death." Integra said, lighting her cigar. Alucard rolled his eyes.
"You've said so yourself, Master, his aim is perfect."
"Everyone misses once in a while, and what if he did so in a life or death situation?"
"He's Dhampir, Master. A ghoul or Trash Vampire can't kill him, and you're forgetting the most important fact of all: He's my son."
Integra remained quiet. Alucard smirked.
"No, Alucard... The most important fact is he's Sara's son, and if Sara says no, even you would yield." Integra said, setting her feet onto her desk.
Vlad came running into the room, pleased as punch to see both his father and his father's master in the same room. "Momma said yes!" he said happily. Integra's cigar fell from her mouth as she jumped up. "WHAT?!"
Alucard set his feet onto Integra's desk, laughing. "Checkmate, My Dear Integra."

AT THE VATICAN...
"NO WAY, ALEX, YOU CROSSED A FINE LINE THIS TIME!" Karen Anderson bellowed at her husband. Alexaner Anderson rubbed his ears. "Dinnae be silly. He'll be fine. Ah'll be protectin' 'im." he reasoned. Karen wanted to strangle her husband so much right now, it actually hurt. "NO. NO. NO. NOOOOOO! END OF STORY!" Karen twitched. Anderson sighed. It was so much easier telling Roman he could get his mother to agree than actually getting Karen to let go of Roman.
"C'mahn, Sara's letin' go o' Vlad." "VLAD'S DIFFERENT! HE CAN STAND UP ALL ON HIS OWN AND FIGHT!" "Y'mean cos he's a Damned Half-Breed. Remember, Roman's got yer good looks and mah Regenerative abilities."
Karen began to cave. Slowly.

LATER THAT NIGHT...

Vlad was still smiling as he mowed through line after line of undead with the gun Momma had been keeping for him.
The Joshua.
A 9 mm Anti-freak gun, desinged to fire two rounds at once. The rounds were blessed silver, and the casings were, of all things, frozen, crystalized Holy Water. Made of pure ivory and inscribed with Prince of Night, Savior of Light on the right-side.
Vlad liked it. A lot.
He and his father had reached the edge of the ghoul infested town, both in a very good mood. Vlad had been continually praised by his father. Alucard had constantly been reminded of how monstrously strong his line was. The line of Dracul.
Alucard saw the Vampire coming towards him. He looked down at Vlad and commanded him, in Romanian, to 'Get the fuck away.'
Vlad complied, knowing his father would be victorious. He went into the woods, hunting for a pack of ghouls to shoot at for the Hell of it.
Unbeknownst to him, Roman Anderson was scampering through the woods, lost and trying not to be afraid. He could see a figure. A small, frail figure in the moonlight, proud and frightening. Long black hair shone in the moonlight, green eyes watching him. Roman quivered, then felt the knife in his hand.
Mrs. Rachel had given it to him. Sweet, all-knowing Mrs. Rachel Maxwell, her long blonde hair over her shoulder and her brown eyes warm and kind. "You'll be a strong Paladin one day, and any good Paladin needs a blessed weapon to start with." she had said, handing him the blessed blade. He had smiled and thanked her. "It was Mary's idea, she's simply too shy to say it." Mrs. Rachel had laughed. Sure enough, Mary Maxwell was in a corner, her violet eyes watching the entire scene.
Roman lifted the blade over his head, chanting the Iscariot's call. "In that case, Iscariot, we ask o' thee, what dost thou hold in thy left hand? 30 silver pieces, and a rope. In that case, Iscariot, we ask o' thee" Roman lunged at his target, for Mary, for Mrs. Rachel, for the silencing of his fears.
Vlad saw that Roman had a weapon all too late. The blade cut a part of his chin, blood gushing. Vlad tried not to cry, but it hurt. "D.. D... Dammit, ya son of a Bitch!" Vlad cried, picking the Joshua back up.
Alucard and Anderson were about to start dueling, the Vampire soundly defeated, when Alucard could hear his son screaming from far away. "--A BITCH!" Vlad seemed to scream. Alucard jolted, turning to the sound. Anderson moved to attack when Alucard instinctivly brought a foot up and nailed the Paladin's crotch.
Anderson couldn't even scream. The Vampire had silenced him telepathically.
"FUCK YOU AND THE CALVARY YOU RODE IN ON!" a boy screamed. Alucard was off. Anderson got up and followed.
They reached a forest clearing where a black-haired boy was fighting a blonde-haired boy. The dark haired one had a gun, the light haired one a blade. Anderson and Alucard looked at each other. They rushed over to get the boys off of each other to no avail. "VLAD DRACUL ALUCARD WALTER ALBION AIDEN ARIA DANTE TEPES!" Alucard screamed. To Anderson, it sounded like babble. "ROOOOMAAAN!"
The two boys didn't respond. Well, they did, but only to insult each other.
"ASSHOLE!" Vlad screamed.
"DAMNED MONSTER!" Roman shot back.
"FREAK OF SCIENCE!"
"NO-LIFE PRINCE!"
"BASTARD!"
"SON OF A WHORE!"
"CREEP!"
"UNLIVING!"
It was unclear which child was winning. Alucard and Anderson had wrestled the weapons away from the kids, so the two boys were now fist fighting in the dirt. Vlad seemed to take the most punches. He simply wasn't strong enough to throw the Anderson child off.
Anderson finally reached down and icked them both up. They kept squirming and kicking and screaming and clawing at each other even while being suspended by their shirt collars.
"KNOCK IT THE FUG OFF!" Anderson screamed. Roman stopped instantly. Vlad finally calmed, his wounds bleeding profusely. Alucard took the bleeding child into his arms. "Vlad... Vlaaad..." he said, trying to calm the child completely. "You can cry." Alucard said as he looked into his son's burning, wet eyes. He had no idea why he said that. Why would he want his child to show weakness in front of his enemies?
Vlad's eyes dried, as if catching his father's thought, which he probably did.
"I'm fine." Vlad growled. "Target destroyed?" he asked in a cool, business-like manner. Alucard nodded. "Then we should go." Vlad said.

EVEN LATER...

Vlad had only begun to cry when his mother tended his wounds. He grabbed onto her like he would never release her. She had cried a little as well, but her voice was steady as she told him what a brave boy he was. Alucard watched from the shadows as he always had, his secret way of truly knowing Vlad.
"You don't have to go on another mission, Vlad." Sara cooed, stroking his wild, black hair. Vlad shook his head, blood flying all over the bathroom. "I want to! I want to be strong! Like Father! Anderson hurts Daddy all he wants and Daddy never cries! I have to be strong like Father! Have to!" Vlad kept saying. Sara kept trying to silence him, but Alucard stepped in.
"Until you're older, you may only train with me. You're strong and brave, yes, but you have to become stronger before I'll take you on another mission. Allright?" Vlad nodded, trying to stop crying in front of his father. Alucard didn't try to wipe the child's tears away or scold him. He instead said eight words that followed the child for eternity.
"Keep crying. Don't become the monster I am."

At the Vatican, Alexander Anderson was looking over his son a final time. What Karen didn't know wouldn't hurt her. He sighed with relief. no cuts, lacerations, or broken bones. His son made a mess of Alucard's little bastard without getting hit himself. Wonderful. He'd buy the child something nice for that feat. Maybe a trycicle, like he had wanted since the beggining of the year.
Karen was waiting and jumped over her spot on the couch to get to Roman. She inspected him as well. Her threat involving a spatula and his balls, plus sheep shears, if Roman got hurt played in his mind.
Karen stopped at one spot under his blonde bangs. "Alex, he's hurt..."
Anderson flinched. "WHAT?!"
"He has a bruise. What happened?"
"Er.. a lew cert ung hist bret..."
"Quit mumbling!"
"alu... card...."
The spatula came whizzing out from behind Karen's back.
"Alex, c'mere..."

"God, protect Momma"
"God bless Mommy,"
"And guide Father and Sir Integra's hands as they do your work"
"And bless Daddy, and Father Maxwell"
"Help Uncle Corwyn and Aunt Seras and baby Riviera"
"Protect Mrs. Rachel and Miss Mary all through the night"
"Aid me so I may be strong and do your will"
"Help me to be a good boy so I can be a good Paladin"
"And it might not hurt to add"
"By the way, would you mind"

"Please send that lilly-livered whelp straight to hell!"
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