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12,090 A.D.	By : GoldAngelFish Category: Hellsing > General Views: 1456 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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~Hellsing and related characters are the property of Kouta
Hirano. Vampire Hunter D belongs to Hideuki Kikushi. Thou shalt not sue the
muse.~

It always
begins in darkness, doesn't it?

This began
in darkness as well; deep, soft darkness that enveloped him and made the
dunpeal wonder if perhaps he had finally met Death at last. In this darkness,
the voice which constantly spoke to him, saw through his eyes, felt through his
hands was at last, silent. The vampire hunter was completely and utterly alone...in
this thick, cloying darkness.

He
struggled to breathe, at first, gasping for air which did not come. Oddly
enough, when he simply accepted the fact that he could not breathe, air came
easily. He battled for sight, seeking some form or light in the void. Again,
when he accepted blindness, light came to his eyes. The beautiful hunter
blinked rapidly as shapeless chaos gave way to ordered forms. Heavy darkness
parted, and he was kneeling on the parquet floor his boots had encountered
before the trap had swept over him.

Rising with
a boneless grace, the hunter loosened his sword in the sheath crossing his
back, and took several long strides forward. Chestnut hair, gleaming under the
faint torchlight, tumbled down his back to mid-spine, falling in thick waves.
Broad shoulders were made more so by the heavy shoulder pads holding his thick
cloak in place. A wide-brimmed traveler�s hat perched on his head, the shadow
cast concealing much of the exquisite face beneath. Luminous blue eyes matched
the glowing pendant on his chest, and his hands were long-fingered and nimble.
Tall, nearly seven feet, and heavily muscled, he nonetheless moved with a
savage grace. Dark grey and blue were the colors of his clothing, and his boots
were glossy black. His skin was an oddity in the Frontier world: dead, waxy
white, more the color of the Nobility. Indeed, this vampire hunter D shared
their blood, being dunpeal, {or dhampir, if you choose}, mortal and vampire. He
hunted and slaughtered his father's kin, which had brought him to this massive
hall.

The walls were matte black stone, shadows growing thickly
in the faint torchlight. The marble underfoot was also black, but this polished
to a mirror-like finish. It reflected D's image as he strode across the
cyclopean hall, ignoring the glints of red eyes from the corners. Empty of all,
save D, the hall watched in silence as it was violated. A pair of gigantic red
oak doors slowly opened as D approached, with none of the traditional creaks,
and he sensed a genuine smile from within. Without hesitation, the dunpeal
strode through the doors, hands held loosely at his sides. He flicked a glance
at the shadows curling behind him, closing the heavy doors, and noted that
they, too, glinted with crimson slitted eyes. Attention shifting to the heavy
throne sitting at the far end of the room, D prepared himself for battle, even
as he walked with an easy stride closer to the chair.

Swamped by
thick darkness, the chair was a heavy thing of dull grey stone, stained rusty
brown in places. It dwarfed the delicate wooden chair set next to it, and upon
this chair sat something equally delicate. A woman sat, motionless, her
honey-colored skin paler than life had it, ruby eyes focused directly ahead.
Her platinum hair fell in heavy waves to her hips, and she wore a gown of black
velvet faced in red. Her body shifted slightly as darkness fell away from her
form and coalesced on the empty chair. She turned slightly, her lovely face
expressionless, and looked directly at D. In that moment, the dunpeal felt
chilled to the bone, his face remaining as sternly expressionless as hers. The
beautiful hunter strode forward, meeting her gaze for gaze, until she turned
her ruby eyes away, her stare returning to nothingness.

D paused a few yards from the
throne, and watched the shadows writhe, crimson eyes peeking at him from
various angles. The sound of booming laughter filled the echoing room, and
shadow slithered into a tall, lithe form swathed in heavy cloth. As if shedding
a cloak, the creature shook his head, and a layer of black slid from his form,
revealing dead white skin framed by writhing inky hair. Eyes of gleaming blood
red gazed out at D from a devastatingly handsome face, {with similar angles to
his own?} and the voice that spoke was pure velvet.

"Look,
my darling, at our visitor. Isn't he quite the diversion? Speak, hunter. For
what have you come? My head, no doubt. Yes, darling, look at the creature. Can
you smell his blood?" The No Life King turned to his bride, motioning idly
towards D. The silent vampire turned her ruby gaze back to D, as if searching
his eyes for his soul, and then lowered her lashes. The master vampire laughed
heartily, his eyes sliding to D as a smile bisected his face. "Indeed,
hunter, is that what you've come for? If so, feel perfectly free to take my
head. It rarely remains congealed past my boundaries, but if your peasants will
feel satisfied with a handful of bloody centipedes, you're welcome to it."
The smile spread beyond mortal means, revealing rows of razored fangs, and a
long tongue slid over their polished ivory surface.

�You are accused of slaughtering
five villagers and creating progeny. I am here for your head.� D�s voice was
sonorous and firm, not overly loud, yet it echoed in the corners. {Was there a
similarity of voice there?} He touched the hilt of his sword lightly, in
warning. The vampire gazed at him calmly, then rose to his full height of seven
and a half feet.

�Slaughtering
villagers? Creating progeny? Yes�come out, my childe. Let our guest see you,�
the master vampire said quietly, extending his hand. From the darkness to D�s
left, a young woman emerged. Her skin was the gleaming white of the Nobility,
and her eyes were the color of old blood. She smiled, revealing shining fangs,
and toyed with a lock of her strawberry blonde hair.

�Yes,
Father? Did you wish something of me?� Her body was lush, strongly curved
beneath the flowing gown of cream silk. She paused in her movement to bow to a
knee before the motionless vampire woman, murmuring softly in a language D did
not understand. Touching the woman�s foot gently with her lips, the young woman
rose, turning to flash a seductive smile at D. �He is beautiful, Father. May I
have him?�

The elder
laughed, extending his arm to his daughter, eyes burning into D. �Come to me,
Sera. He is beautiful, isn�t he? Centuries ago, I knew a woman with some of his
beauty. She had the same hair. Do you remember her?� He looked down at Sera,
who curled under his arm as a small pet would. She nodded.

�Yes,
Father, I remember her well. My lady mother was not well pleased with you when
you dallied with the mortal woman,� Sera murmured, stroking her fingers down
her father�s chest. She gave D another smile, licking her full lips. The master
vampire watched D�s face carefully, one finger stroking the pale skin revealed
by Sera�s low-cut gown. She shivered as the tip of one nail slid into her
cleavage, gleaming eyes veiled by lowered lashes. D made no movement, showed no
expression. {What thoughts lurked behind that beautiful face? Despair, anger,
excitement?} The vampire laughed softly, noting his daughter�s face, and smiled
down at the motionless woman seated on the chair.

�Will you
not greet the wandering hunter, my love? He has come as supplicant; we should,
at the very least, show him courtesy.� The elder waved his hand at D, and then
offered an especially cruel smile to his daughter as the woman rose silently.
Her face was devoid of thought as she walked forward and knelt at D�s feet. The
dunpeal remained motionless himself until he was forced to catch the woman�s
slim wrists as she struggled with the stiff leather of his heavy belt. She
turned her ruby gaze up to D, showing emptiness.

�Magnificent,
isn�t she?� The vampire�s voice pealed through the room with the resonance of a
brass bell. He released his daughter�s waist and took a step off of the dais.
�Long, long ago, she was mortal, and my master.� His smile was cruel as he
beckoned, and both men watched her crawl across the floor to kneel at his feet.
The vampire smiled down at her, stroking a lock of platinum hair between his
fingers. �I swore vengeance on her bloodline, and I held my oath. Now, she is
my slave and has been for thousands of years.� The vampire looked sharply at D,
still fondling her hair. �Have you made any such vow?�

The dunpeal
shook his head slowly, his hand never leaving his sword�s sheath. �No. I have
nothing to revenge.� {Why was the man who made mortal breath stop speaking to
his target? Some hidden yearning to be heard? Or�was it something else?}

The vampire
idly pulled his bride to her feet by the lock of hair, sliding an arm about her
waist and drawing her firmly against him. Eyes fastened on D, he bent his head
and sank long fangs into the column of honey-colored flesh she offered him with
a bend of her head. Nostrils flared, and the pupils in the sapphire eyes
contracted sharply. A tendon in the back of D�s hand stood out, suddenly taut,
but he remained still. Languorously, the vampire drank, releasing the scent of
rich blood into the air. Sera crept closer, subservient and begging, her eyes
locked on the woman�s throat. She whimpered at her father�s feet, touching the
hem of his shroud-like garment lightly. The vampire lifted his head, pale lips
now crimson, neatly outlined as if with rouge, and released his bride into his
daughter�s waiting arms. Sera accepted the weight of the woman, {known long,
long ago as Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing}, and licked the red trails
on her skin before fitting her fangs into the marks of her father.

D�s eyes
never left the moving vampire, ignoring the erotic sight sprawled on the marble
floor behind the elder Noble. The vampire did not remove his eyes from D�s
gaze, a slow smile touching his lips. He paced around D, silently, inhaling
lightly. One hand idly touched the soft ends of the dunpeal�s hair, twining
through the shining strands. �I spend thousands of years breaking her, you
know. I allowed everything to fail her, except for myself, and when she was
finally at the breaking point, I pushed her until she capitulated. Her
blood�ahhhh, my dear dhampir, can you imagine the flavor? Think of the rarest
vintage you�ve ever scented, and then deny yourself the taste for a century.
When at last you taste it again�it is pure fulfillment. When I made her my
own�� The vampire inhaled again, his lips very near the dunpeal�s pointed ear.
�She cried out when I drank her soul, and moaned when I took her body.� D could
hear the smile in the vampire�s voice.

�I never told her that draining her
blood would take her soul, and that she would be easier to break afterwards.�
He laughed shortly. �Easier�it took me thousands of years to form her into what
she is now. Constant monitoring, conditioning�things became much easier when
the Nobility emerged from hiding. I could use the super-science then, advanced
psychology to make her desire to do my will. Sera�� He straightened, moving
away from D to give him a full view of the luscious scene unfolding, and
unclothing, on the marble floor. The women were now entwined in each other�s
arms, mouths drawing over pale flesh, hands twining in locks of silken hair.
The nameless woman made no sound, but her face held an expression of delight,
while Sera moaned softly at every taste and touch. D turned his gaze away,
fingers tightening on the sword�s hilt.

�You�ve
come to claim my head, have you? Well then�come along, dhampir. Take your
prize, if you can,� the vampire purred by his ear, his smell of old blood
wafting past D�s extended nostrils. The dunpeal turned as the vampire�s cloak
flared.

The battle
began.

{One could
spend pages describing the battle: the ferocity of strikes, the bloodlust which
rose, and the words which the Noble spoke. It would take volumes to do true
justice to the fight�so skip ahead.}

A twist of
his lithe body midair brought D to his hands and knees behind the vampire, and
he sprang, arrowing to place his blade through the vampire�s back, targeting
the heart. With a low laugh, the creature burst apart, centipedes pattering to
the marble as a massive hellhound shook off a few of the clinging insects while
turning to D. The dunpeal sprang again, slashing with his blade, only to find
himself suddenly caught by a great strength. He looked down, sapphire meeting
ruby eyes. Nude, she was sprawled across the marble, honey-colored skin paler
now, after being drained of much blood. Despite that, she held his ankles with
an iron strength, and he had not the heart to decapitate her. Arms wound about
his upper body, binding his arms to his chest, and he heard the vampire�s voice
behind his ear.

�I knew you
when first you crossed my threshold. Did you not wonder why nothing stopped
you? Ahhh�yes, dunpeal. You believed your pendant gave you freedom from the
technology of the Nobility? Lies, in this place. It was my desire which allowed
you to pass through my doors.� The vampire�s voice lowered, and he turned D�s
head forcefully to see a wall from which shadows were unveiling.

�You know
this portrait, yes? Only three were ever painted with my consent, and I know of
many copies. You stood in one of my halls, long ago, dhampir, and gazed at it
when it was newly hung. Your mother stood beside you and admired the likeness,
while I was beneath you, breaking my lady Hellsing. Do you know me now? I have
known you from the moment I smelled your blood.� The vampire released D and
slid away instantly, leaving the dunpeal to turn and gaze at him silently. The
Noble smiled, and bowed at the waist, his daughter striding up behind him while
the lady Hellsing rose weakly. The vampire looked up from his bow, one mocking
crimson eye gazing out through his inky hair.

�Well? Will
you not greet the lord of this castle, dhampir? Speak kindly to Dragul, the
Vampire King. And say a proper greeting to your father�D.�
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