Wednesday, August 29, 2007

   Hellsing_Luna 1-3
The young boy watched her blood cover the floor. His green eyes were huge and filling with tears as his father caught her. He couldn't hear what they said to each other, and he doubted if he truly wanted to.
Father forced his wrist into her mouth, but she turned her head and coughed it back up. "No, Alu..." she whispered. The boy felt hot tears run down his cold face. "Momma..."
Her grey eyes looked deep into his. She smiled weakly. He bit his lip, trying not to scream. Blood trickled slowly from his rose red lips.
"Savior... Dhampire..."


It had been twenty-two years, but the wounds were still fresh in his mind. He still bit his lip, standing before the grave.
"I have always been the only one made to suffer... Only your child will suffer this Hell." he said softly. He tossed a rose onto the headstone and walked away, leaving only the whisper of his cloak as he vanished.


Elsewhere, a man opened the door to train car and stepped through, sighing. He pulled out a cigar and lit it, his dark brown hair shielding his yellow eyes. He looked around the car and found his companion, a beautiful girl in a low blue blouse with a black skirt on. Her long golden hair was pulled into a gingham bow. She was cute, to say the least. In any other outfit, she would look like a Venus.
Every man on the train was looking at her, but they focused more on the rapier and pistol on her belt. They clearly showed she was no normal teenage girl. A few girls around her age looked at her and scoffed. She didn't care, though.
The girl's blue eyes met the man's golden. "VICTOR!" she squealed. Victor nodded, then walked over to sit next to her.
She grabbed a hold of his well-muscled arm. "They finally re-opened the trains!" she squealed again. Victor nodded. "It is quite exciting. I haven't been on one since" he stalled suddenly. "Since..."
A red haired man across from them with a large gun strapped to his back scoffed, then put his cigarette out on his jeans. "Since Hell came to earth, right?" the man said. Tension flooded the train car. The man only scoffed again. "It's true! What's the big friggin' problem?!"
"The friggin' problem is you can't keep your mouth shut, Pig!" the girl excalimed. "Hey, Princess, do something for me?" the boy asked. The girl cocked her head in response.

"Pull that Goddamn stick outta your tight ass!"

That sent the girl over the edge. Victor held her down and glared at the smart-mouthed boy. "YOU BLOODY IDIOT! I'M GOING TO"
"GOING TO DO WHAT, PRINCESS?!"
"GOING TO BEAT YOU UNTIL YOUR MOUTH AND ASS REVERSE FUNCTIONS!"
"BITE ME, YA STUPID HALF-BREED!"

The girl's eyes widened in shock, then turned red in anger. "Say that again, Arthur!"

"I said you're a stupid, Goddamned half-breed with shit for blood, Aura."

Victor's headache got the better of him.

"ENOUGH!" he screamed. Everyone in the car obeyed, even a small child that was howling in pain from teething.

"The problem is, Mr. Britton, that you do not know what happened that day, so you cannot haphazardly mention it. Secondly, you wil apologize to Lady Hellsing immediately."

Everyone on the train turned at the name Hellsing. "Hellsng, like the Master's of that thing what tried to kill us all?" a man asked.

Two stronger men grabbed Aura by her arms and opened a window. "Off the train with ya!" they exclaimed, laughing. Victor stood up, strange wires flying around him. "I suggest you put Lady Aura down, or I shall be forced to take this affair into my own hands, sirs."

Another man punched Victor as everyone laughed. Blood gushed from Victor's nose as Aura and Arthur were thrown out the window. Victor stood back up and took the man's arm off before leaping out of the open window, a small smirk playing on his usually calm features.

Aura had landed on her feet with her inhuman reflexes. Arthur, however, continued rolling down the hill, screaming out every curse he knew. Victor landed a few feet away from Aura.

"Are you allright, Miss Hellsing?" he asked. Aura nodded, emotionless. "And I saw how you sought revenge, Victor... You shouldn't have done so." she said softly. Victor shrugged, tossing his cigar onto the grass. "I can't help it. You are like a sister to me, Miss aura." he smiled. Aura smiled back.

"AAAAAAAAAAA BIIIIIIITCH!!! FUUUUUUUUUUUUU"

"Shall I attend to him?" Victor asked. Aura sighed, then nodded as the poor young man hit a tree, causing both his companions to flinch.


"I cracked a rib, I know I did." Arthur whined as he limped, using Aura for support. Aura elbowed him on his hurt rib. The man screamed. "BITCH." he moaned. The only answer was Aura's childish giggle.

"When do we reach the area?" Aura asked Victor. Victor lit another cigar and looked at the noon sun. "Five hours by train, eight by foot, maybe six and a half if we don't stop, which seems out of the question given Mr. Britton's condition."
As Victor finished saying that, Arthur fell, groaning, taking Aura with him. "...Make that eight and a half, M'Lady Hellsing." the older man sighed.


As the three talked, a young girl, just a year younger than the Lady Hellsing, awoke with a thing at her window. She didn't notice the pale, green-eyed man at her window at first, considering she simply rolled over and looked at her faulty alarm clock. "Craaaaaap..." she whined. 12:02, and she was four hours late for school.

The girl jumped out of bed and threw on a tight blue tank top and green capris. "Crap crap crap crap crap crap CRAP." she kept muttering, putting on a dash of make-up and a blue cross necklace. She went to open her window and water the plants with the luke warm milk from the night before when she saw him.

He was tall and pail with long ebony hair and great green eyes with slitted pupils, like a cat's eyes. He had a frail build, covered by a grey suit with a black cape, and lips like two roses. The girl was suddenly oversome with a powerful feeling of yearning and lust.

He was simply beautiful. Like a rose in winter, doomed to fade away and be but a long-forgotten memory.

She would only realize that later. For now, she had picked up a golf club and hit him square between the eyes. He fell over, twitching. The girl grabbed her biker helmet and ran out of her room faster than one would assume possible.

She grabbed the keys to her motorcycle, grabbed a piece of cold toast and made a mad dash to the garage of the apartment complex. She turned her black Harley-Davidson Shadow on and popped a wheelie out of the garage.


She arrived at school in time for 5th period Science. "Another F, Miss Samson." The girls head hit the desk hard after the Professor said that. "Craaaaaap." she whined again, tears stinging her eyes. Now, she would have no bike, meaning she would have to carpool with that creepy guy who lived above her mom's apartment to get to school.

Gym was worse. The girls got to play soccer outside, and the girl saw that same man, and thought about how beautiful he was. She didn't catch the fact he may be stalking her, not in the slightest. She felt calm around him, like it would all be okay.

A soccer ball hitting her head snapped her from her musings. "ALICE! FOCUS!" the coach screamed. Alice rubbed her sore head, pulling her long brown hair back into it's ponytail.

During her last class, she felt something was wrong. She realized only a few of her classmates were present. She shuddered. The number of kids coming to school decreased each day. It was just so... So...

"Creepy." Alice whispered.


School was finally over, and she got to go home. She couldn't shake the cold chill running up and down her spine. She got home and set her books down, reading a note from her mom.

Hey, Leecy!

Had to work late, Boss hates me! He can take it and shove it >_<
Dinner in fridge, and don't forget, you have to babysit Jean tonight.
Love you lots,
MOM


Alice warmed up the plate of spaghetti, oblivious to the shadow behind her or her mother's blood in the next room. she turned on TV and found an old music video playing, one from before Hell came to Earth.

He Was A Punk
She Did Ballet
What More Can I Say
He Wanted Her
She'd Never Tell
But Secretly She Wanted Him
As Well

Alice hummed along, slurping spaghetti with chopsticks.

The figure jumped on her.

"JEAN!" Alice screamed, looking at the 5-year-old on top of her. "Hi Aunt Al!" the girl cooed, her long red curls in her face. Alice rolled her eyes and shoved the kid off. "I'm eating, thanks." The little girl smiled, her teeth a little longer than usual.

Alice blinked. "Lay off the flouride, Kiddo." she chuckled, ruffling her niece's hair. Jean moaned. "I'm hungry, Aunty... So hungry..." she said in a breathy voice, leaning into her Aunt's face. Alice blinked. "Want some spaghetti?" she asked, holding it up to the little kid.

The child's teeth became fangs.

"I WANT YOU, ALICE!" she screamed. Alice dropped the palte. "SHIT!"


The door opened slowly without being touched. A figure draped completely in grey and black steped in, his long black hair contrasting his pale as snow face. The moonlight seemed to wrap around him, causing him to shine with unholy light. The child vampire's eyes widened in amazement. Alice blinked. "Stalker Dude?" she whispered. Jean started screaming. "YOU! YOU'RE! YOU ARE THE! NO! NO! PREPOSTEROUS! THE VERY IDEA! YOU'RE"

"I'm Vlad Tepes II, you're downfall, and your Master's. If you would give me information, I swear I won't make your death as gruesome as the other trash I found outside. " the man said, cocking his gun. "Human, step away." he instructed, his cat-like eyes focused on his prey. Alice blinked. Jean moaned, gripping her head.

"Master told me about you... You, Hellsing's little toy, the Master Dhampire... The very son of Alucard!"

Not so long ago, the world was as you see it. It was peace and technology and, for some cases, laziness. But some people didn't like that.
Those people were the Morte Bela.
Ancient Vampires who wanted the world to be as it was for them ages ago. So, with the life of a young boy, both Human and Ancient Vampire blood flowing through his veins, they brought Hell.
The Vampire's mass suicide attempt was thwarted by one of their own kind, however. A Vampire who's lover they had killed. A Vampire who was the father of what was to be their downfall. He destroyed anything that got in his way, even to the point of almost killing his Master and son.
It's been twenty-two years, and nothing has been the same. The world is but a wasteland full of brigands and murderers. Some towns do better than others, maybe a few rapists and serial killers and a fair share of crazies. But, things are improving.


A voice kept saying something Alice couldn't understand. She felt cold, very cold. She heard Hell and Vampres a few times as the voice spoke, so she guessed what it was talking about.

The Day of Judgement, some called it, The Day We Were Left Behind, others said, but most simply whispered it as The Day Hell Came To Us. It was the first thing any child would learn in school, even before how to count.

Alice opened her eyes slowly and saw a woman, the speaker.


"Why, just today they re-opened the trains!" she said calmly. Alice sat up to look at the woman.

She was young and tall, with long black hair that fell over her shoulders to cover her bare breasts. Her eyes were a cool grey-blue shade as she looked over Alice. Her skin, of which Alice saw a little too much, was pale as first snow, and probably as soft.

What Alice noticed the most was the sword at her side and the twelve huge black wings on her back. Alice screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Oh, hush, at least you can stay dead for a few moments!" the Angel commanded. Alice covered her mouth, scared to death. The woman smirked, then held up two silver coins. "Heads, you'll die. Tails, you'll die. This is your payment to cross."

She tossed the coins, which landed on their sides and showed no sign of falling. The woman smiled softly. "It appears he won't let you go." she cooed. Alice cried. "I'M DEAD?" "Yes, you're dead." the woman grinned like a cat. "For now, my Sweet."


Vlad looked at the girl he had just shot. He smiled as the angel did in Alice's world. He leaned down. "You have a choice. Go to Heaven for defending a child, even though it was a Vampire, or come with me and carry on existence." he whispered into her ear.

The girl moaned lightly. The Dhampire leaned in close. "Say it again."

"I wanna live..."

"Do not think that my offering is life, Virgin. Tell me what I want to hear."

"I don't wanna die!" the girl sobbed.

Ah, so she still has some life in her, Vlad thought with a smile.

It faded as he broke the only rule he had as a Dhampire, to never, ever, corrupt a human. Especially not some innocent Virgin girl you happened to shoot on a hunt, because that's the path HE wants you to take, and HE is a bastard, and like hell you'll see him as anything else.

He closed his eyes, then bit onto her neck.

She had opened her brown eyes automatically and screamed. She had struggled.

-Hush, this was YOUR choice, idiotic child.-

Alice's eyes widened.

(You're in my head!)
-Of course, Virgin.-
(My name is Alice! Not Virgin, you sicko! GET OFF!)
-Quit struggling.-
(Stop it!)
-YOU CHOSE THE NIGHT. I AM SIMPLY FULFILLING YOUR WISH YOU STUPID MORTAL!-


Alice whimpered. His voice was so full of rage inside her mind. It reverbated throughout the annals of her memories.

-You Blessed Mortal. You, who has forsaken that beauty you had as a Blessed Mortal.-

His voice was calm now, and bittersweet. She shed a tear. She didn't have the slightest clue what he meant, but it was so sorrowful.

Another figure entered the room.

"Well, well, well, the son of the great Nosferatu Alucard, the son of that whore Alucard chose, that Shit for Blood Hellsing pet, Lord Vlad Dracul Alucard Walter Albion Aiden Aria Dante Hannibal Tepes. Damn, did your parents have fun naming you?" the voice mocked. Vlad's head turned. "So, a remnant of the war, a Freak Chip Vampire." Vlad scoffed. "A False Nosferatu, a disgusting freak of nature, some kind of sideshow freak." Vlad stood up, holding a gun made of ivory. Alice blinked.

"Oh, I'm the freak? Your kind are not supposed to really exist!" A silence arose between the three in the room.

"Your 'Momma' should have listened to your father when he told her to get rid of you, because in the end, you still killed her!"

Vlad stopped, simply staring at his prey. The Vampire smiled. "Now, I'm going to kill you and send you to Hell with that slut of your mother."

Vlad' eyes became even more cat like, slitted even moreso by rage. "Oh, really... Is that what you think, Moron?"

Alice stared, long forgotten by the enemies until the Freak stared at her. "Aw, you changed the little girl. Just like your Fath"

The Vampire never finished his sentence, as Vlad howled like an animal and dug his hands into the Freak's heart. "SHUT UP!" he growled, his eyes a murderous shade of red with a pentegram embedded in his left pupil.

He destroyed his prey, licked the blood off his fingers, and turned to his new suboordinate.

She was crying. "I want to wake up now." she hiccuped. Vlad looked at her, the red gleam fading from his eyes. "You are awake." "I said I want to wake up!" she screamed, throwing herself onto him, holding him for dear life. Vlad blinked, perplexed. Most people ran from him. She, however, wanted him, needed him.

He cooed a few comforting words, as he mother did to him when he was upset as a child. He stroked her hair, as his mother once did to him. He whispered in her ear. "Sleep, Love."

The girl collapsed in his arms. He kissed her cheek, leaving a bloody lip mark.


"I'll say it one more time. I am Aura Damian Vayne Hellsing, daughter of Sir Integral Fairbrooks Wingates Hellsing. I am here on a mission. That town has been overrun by Vampires. I am here to exterminate them."

The men in the room simply burst out laughing. Aura growled. "I'M NOT BLOODY JOKING YOU POMPOUS CHARLATANS!" she screamed. She couldn't be heard over the laughter.

"And who're they, an alien and a mutant?!"

Victor sighed. "I'm her butler, Victor Walter Dornez, and I suggest you shut up and stop laughing at Lady Hellsing before I kill you."

The men froze, staring at a man maybe 20 or 30 years younger than them, who was staring back at them with a grin that said he'd love to slice them into dog kibble. They looked at Arthur, who now had an Ice pack taped to his hurt rib. "I'm Arthur, resident Smart-Ass. A Vampire Hunter for the Hellsing Agency. And if you consider the child of a Vampire and a Werewolf-Vampire a mutant, then you're right!" he said with a smile.

The men all started screaming, utterly terrified. Aura and Victor exchanged smiles. Arthur rolled his eyes. "Idiots..."

The door flew open with a loud KATHANG.

Everyone in the room turned to stare at the beautiful young man who just walked in. He had a young girl on his back. He looked at Aura. "It is done, My Integra."

Aura twitched. "Stop calling me that." she huffed. The Dhampire nodded. Aura looked at the dark haired child on his back. "...You didn't."

Vlad shrugged. "It was her decision."

Victor stepped back as Arthr summed the situation up with one word.

"SHIT."

Aura started throwing a fit, scaring everyone in the room except for the unconcious Alice and now used to her tantrums Vlad. What scared the others the most was the fact a 78 pound, 5 foot three girl had turned over a solid metal table!

Vlad endured the screaming and ass kicking he got from a fifteen year old girl with a smile. "Lovely night, isn't it, Victor?" he mused.

Victor blinked. "Well, it's certainly becoming an interesting one..."


Far from the squabbles of a servant and master, four women sat around a table.

"Iiiiiiiis... This your card?!" the tallest asked, pulling a card from nowhere. The woman across from her applauded. "Ja, it ist, Schwester!" she exclaimed. The other woman smiled, smoothing her short, lacy black dress out. "Dok, was this your card?" she asked the blonde at the head of the table. The woman barely looked up from her paperwork. "Ja, Madeline." she said absentmindedly. The woman now known as Madeline twitched. "IT'S DANDY." she growled. "Dandy vas your father, Madeline." the Doctor said in a monotone, obviously not paying attention. Madeline brought her feet onto the table. "Can I shove a card up your ass?" she asked sweetly. "Ja, Madeline." the woman answered. Madeline made a move to do so when a large shuriken nailed her sleeve onto the far wall.

"Herr Major will not approve of you doing that, Fraulien Dandy." the Japanese woman said from behind her mask. Madeline, or Dandy, scoffed. "Whatever... When's he gonna get here? My butt fell asleep five times already!" she whined, sending her younger sister into wave of giggles.

A young man watched a replay of the fight between Vlad and the Freak. He smiled. The image of a young woman in purple with a cross around her neck speaking to the Pope appeared, then became the image of Aura Hellsing. He smiled.

"A Varmonger, A Wampire, A Hellsing, und a member of the Watican... just as you imagined, Father."

The candy apple red mustang pulled slowly up to the orphanage. All the boys at Ferdinant Luke's watched expectantly. "Is it her, Father Roman?" the oldest, a boy of 16, asked quietly.
The tall, tan young Priest moved to the window and leaned down, smoothing a strand of cornsilk blonde hair out of his green eyes. "Ayuh." he answered. The boys cheered and ran down the stairs. The priest chuckled.
A few minutes later, once the driver of the Mustang had played with the younger boys, introduced herself to the new boys, and told them of news in the Vatican with a kind, motherly grace, she stormed into Roman Anderson's office, howling like a banshee.
"I'M BEING DRIVEN UP A FRIGGIN' WALL!" she screamed, throwing herself into a chair. Roman sighed. "Whit's wrong noo, Mary?" he asked, dropping the formalities. "Grrrr.... 'Oh, Maria, you're so much like your father!' 'Oh, Maria, you're such a good girl!' I HATE ENRICO!" Mary continued screaching. "MY REAL NAME IS MARIE, NOT MARIA! I'M FRENCH-ITALIAN, NOT SPANISH!" she hissed. Roman took a few steps back. "Mary, calm." he commanded. Mary huffed, sinking into the chair.
Roman walked behind Mary and started braiding her knee-length chocolate colored locks. He stopped once her violet eyes glared into his green. Her pallid skin was on fire, it seemed, doing nothing to help the young priests nerves.
"I have a mission for you." Mary said. Roman nodded. "Whit would tha' be?" he asked. Mary grinned at him innocently.
"The extermination of a Vampire. I believe you know him, My Good Man." she said in a silky, dangerous voice. Roman smiled back. "Ah've never known eh Vampire, Miss Maxwell." Mary's grin broadened.
"My mistake... I meant a DHAMPIR."
Roman's smile faded. Mary cocked her head. "I thought you'd be"
Roman started laugihng insanely. Mary chuckled. "Yes, Oh Warrior Priest, Killing Angel of Iscariot, KILL HIM IN THE NAME OF OUR LORD CHRIST!"
"Ye need not even sae sooch, Miss Maxwell."

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"OOoooOOOOOn the FIIIIIRST day of CHRIIIIISTmaaaaaas! MY TRUUUUUEEEE LOOOVE gaaaaaave to MEEEEEEeeeeeeeee..."
Alice Samson came to in unfamiliar territory, singing Twelve Days of Christmas. She pondered for a moment. "It's September." she muttered. She looked around the room.
It was large, and dark, with two large, oval stain-glass windows. Moonlight seeped in through the western window. Alice looked at the floor, which was of rich hardwood, and stepped down from her soft bed. She stretched, realizing she was in a rather small pair of black pajamas.
"...My pajama's are blue..."
She turned to look at where she had been sleeping. She then regretted it.

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Aura Damien Vayne Hellsing looked up from her book. A scream resonated throughout the Hellsing headquartes. The young Hellsing sighed. She stood up, saying a bit of Latin to keep her book preserved on her page. Her long red and black dress trailed behind her as she made her way to the door.
A book fell from nowhere with a resounding 'thug'. She grunted and looked up, mumbling a curse in Romanian. Red eyes and a fanged grin greeted her.
^Like the Bloody Cheshire Cat^
-Oh, hush, Lady Hellsing. I am no cat-
^Pussycat^
-But I'm a boy, Kitten.-
^Hush, Servant! Quit polluting my mind!^
-Yes, cousin.-
Aura scoffed. What an ass, she thought in that part of her mind he could never reach.
^See to your servant^
The man materialized before her, grinning just like the damned Cheshire cat. His green eyes gave off a preternatural glow, his rose red lips were being caressed by a long, blood red tongue. His skin shimmered in the pale library light, given extra color by the grey and black evenning suit he wore. His long black hair had been hidden under an aviation hat from sometime long before Hell-and-Back.
"I would, Master Aura, but that blood running from your pretty mouth is quite distracting... Quite mocking, I might add." he said in a dark but playful tone.
Aura ran finger across her chin. Blood was certainly trickling from her mouth. Vlad's eyes darkened to hellish red tone. Aura glared at him with the same eyes. "Away, Servant! That is a damned order!" Vlad cleared hid throat. "I have others matters to attend to, My Integra."
Aura's eyes darkened a shade or two. "Enough with that bloody game! I am no child, I can protect myself, Vlad!" the girl spat, using extra venom while saying her companion's name.
-Or so you wish to believe, My Love...-
Aura raised a hand to strike Vlad, but he simply took it and played with the long, delicate fingers. He put one into his mouth, both pleasing and disgusting his young master.
"Away." the Hellsing ordered.
Her Dhampire disappeared nito the night. She unconciously brought the finger to her mouth and licked the blood away from it. "He bit me." she whispered. She chuckled into the darkness. "He'll never have me."

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"Princess, isn't it past your bedtime?" Vlad asked the child sitting on the bench. The girl looked at him, her brown eyes glowing.
She had longe blonde hair that fell to her rear end, and the biggest and deepest brown eyes, like a friendly dog's. Her clothes consisted of long white socks, bloomers, and an exquisite yellow dress. Her skin was very lightly tanned. A pretty girl, but only eleven. Vlad grimmaced. He supposed she would make a fine mate, if only she was older, and not a Valentine.
"Fate's cruel like that." Vlad muttered. The collie eyes looked up at him. "Vhat?" the little girl asked. "Nothing, Rose." Vlad answered. He loked around. "What, no Shark and Dok tonight?"
In reply, a single card flew at the dhampire's head. he caught it and stared at the young woman leaning against a tree.
He could only see a few vague features, that her skin was tanned and her dress was coal black, almost as dark as her hair. And her eyes were a deep black as well. "Ah, Mad, you made it."
"Ah, Vlad, shut your face." the woman answered. "I haven't seen you since I was a kid." Vlad said pleasantly.
"Can you kill me now, Human?" he asked in that same calm tone, like someone talking to an acquantince instead of a rival and nemesis. The woman sighed, a curl of cigarette smoke leaving her mouth. "Sure, why not?" the woman answered. Vlad grinned menacingly. the woman shrugged.
"Mein Schatz Vampyr?" Rose said softly. Vlad turned. "Yes, Princess?" he said.
"Do you know a Roman Anderson, because he ist coming for you."
Vlad smiled. "He is no threat, none at all..."
It would prove to be an niteresting battle, but first he would wipe the smirk off Madeline Alhambra's pretty face.

How do you guys like it? I know, it's a lot, but still, is it any good?
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