D does Dimensions Alternate

Chapter One: D is hurt repeatedly.

The room was pitch-black, so dark that night-vision ceased to function. A person, that would have been identifiable as a young man had there been some light, was engaged in a fight for his life against ravenous, dimension-ripping beasts. They had no eyes but their chemo-sensory capabilities were far superior to that of their adversary. Luckily for him he was not particularly fragrant. Unluckily he had taken a blow early on and was leaving a trail of blood behind wherever he went. Every drop was as conspicuous as a tall man in an orange suit with Tourette’s.

“You’re not doing very well, are you?”

He was also cursed with an often unhelpful and incredibly talkative left hand.

“Don’t blame me. You’re the one that tripped, you flash bastard.” D ignored him but it took considerable effort.

D was quite adept at making the most of any given situation but even he was running out of options. He could hear well enough to hit the animals with wooden needles but he wasn’t causing critical damage. Their skin and their skulls were too thick. If he had thought to keep smoke bombs on his person he could have overwhelmed their senses. Alas, he did not. He had tried the walls earlier but they were covered in mucous. Left-hand had proclaimed that it was useless to try and remove it. They felt the sword coming in advance and jumped dimensions before it could hit them.

“Ah.” He said quietly to himself.

He made a wild swing at the nearest monster and rolled into it. He hit the dimensional portal just as it was closing and then he kept on moving. There was light here and with vision he could win. The creature was bowled over as he tumbled into it. He aimed under the ribs and pierced its heart before it could regain its footing. It collapsed, releasing an ugly cry and an awful stench. D ignored this and cleaned his blade on the animals’ long fur.

As he bent to bandage the wound on his leg, he checked for other adversaries. There were none. He stood gracefully and surveyed his new surroundings. He was in a long, white corridor. Eerie, sterile light was coming from bars hooked to the ceiling. The ground beneath his feet was hard and slippery. It had a geometric pattern inscribed upon it but it wasn’t rock or tile. There were doors on either side of him. It was probably a laboratory from the days when vampires had such technology.

There was nothing for it but to start walking.

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After traipsing up and down stairs and along corridors for twenty minutes, D remained trapped inside the lab. He had an ever-increasing map of his new home, as lefty had called it but he was no closer to understanding its nature. The metal-work on the doors was unlike any he had ever seen, sturdy but far smaller than those used in a normal vampire castle. The process must have been industrialised because a smithy would have been incapable of creating work of such magnitude. He pressed his ear to one and heard approaching footsteps. He backed away under the stairwell.

The door opened loudly and permitted the entry of one individual. Their footsteps were heavy, and from their frequency he predicted a large man. He began to see the tips of heavy boots descend the stairs, followed by pale calves. He could hear the muffled laughter of his parasite, questioning his sexuality if he was mistaking women for tubby men. He ignored it. When she finally came into full view he saw that he was dealing with a girl, six-foot tall and well-built. He was taken-aback slightly by her appearance. Most of the women he met were stunningly beautiful and slim. This one was cute enough but busting out of an inappropriately revealing uniform. He had to admit that his pride was a little bruised by the fact that she hadn’t noticed him yet.

She cocked a giant rifle onto her shoulder and he rethought his previous assessment. He’d meet her later on, when he’d ascertained how competent she was. She glanced backwards, eyebrows drawn together in a frown. D melted further into the shadows. In profile he saw her bite at her lip, displaying prominent canines. She was nobility. The strangest (and that was saying something) noble that he’d ever seen. She turned towards the corridor and he followed.

The girl made a beeline for the corridor he’d arrived in, taking experimental sniffs whenever she hit a crossroad. He stayed out of sight, listening for the squeaky sound of her feet hitting the floor. It took her a minute to reach the beast that he’d left. He heard her sharp intake of breath. She fumbled for a short while, pulling something out of a holster. Her breath came out shakily, even though she technically didn’t need to breathe at all.

“Captain, do you copy?”

Radio static and disjointed words responded. The girl whimpered a little, they must have been too far underground for radios to work. D waited for her next move. She was loudly circling the corpse. Crouching now, sniffing the air once more. The corridor was deathly quiet apart from the soft hum of the lights. She stood again.

“There’s someone else here.” She said quietly and to herself, “Where are you, are you following me?”

D decided that now was the opportune moment for a dramatic reveal. He stepped quietly into the girl’s line of sight. His black cloak trailed behind him, as if stirred by a gentle breeze. He did not say anything. The girl gasped.

His left hand rolled its eyes.

Now that he could see her face D was again a little surprised to see that she was not an ethereal beauty. The girl was blonde, blue-eyed and as solid as she’d seemed earlier. She froze, lips parted and gun dropping toward her side. She pointed a finger limply toward him, mouth gaping like a fish.

“M-master!” she managed after a lengthy pause, “Master, what on earth are you wearing?”

“That’s a new one.” D clenched his fist to shut up his symbiont.

He was glad that the odd noble was non-threatening but her behaviour confused him. He was no ones master and he never had been. He was also expecting a more fearful reaction to his presence. Most vampires responded to him in two ways, fight or flight. There was a third option but it too involved screaming and was only slightly less messy than the others. He eventually decided to respond in the way he did to all excitable women. Monotone and short sentences.

“My name is D; I do not know who your master is.”

The girl blinked, clearly perplexed. Her hands tightened perceptibly on her weapon but she did not raise it. She was tense but he could see she knew better than to take him on. Her eyes darted toward the creature on the floor then back toward him.

“Did you kill the… dog… thing?”

“Yes.”

She shifted away from him slightly. She began to gnaw on her lip, exposing her pointed teeth yet again.

“What is it?”

“A dimension-ripping beast. I followed it here.” D decided to start volunteering information because he didn’t want to be standing in the hall all day.

“You look like… You’re not from here are you? You came with the beast?”

“Yes.”

“I think that maybe you should come with me. Sir Hellsing should know what to do.” She didn’t seem sure on the last note. He was guessing that her cohort would not look so kindly upon him. It was probably a risk he’d have to take.

“My name is Seras.” She smiled shyly and then led him to an exit. She kept her back exposed the entire time.

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“Wait here.” Seras placed a hand on his shoulder, not noticing him flinch in surprise and then walked out of the building.

D lurked, watching as Seras exited the clear doors. He had never seen the like before, how did they manage to reinforce them? Someone tall and dressed in red came into view. The glass blurred his features. Seras hunched slightly and made some small gestures with her hands. The man, at least he presumed this one actually was a man, straightened and barked something at her. The girl recoiled and D reached for his sword. He could deal with defending people, he did that all the time.

He had barely taken three steps before the man was on him. He was fast and aggressive, almost diametrically opposed to what he’d seen of Seras. The violent noble fired two shots from a large pistol that D blocked with his sword. Compared to the ugly sounds of gunpowder, his blade was pure poetry. His opponents face split into an insane grin, one that was oddly familiar. D ignored it and went onto the offensive. It took him two steps and three swings before D took his right hand at the wrist.

The noble kept advancing. He’d started cackling. D could see Seras by the doors, clearly wanting to intervene but unable to do so. The fallen appendage started to dissolve into blackening ooze. The stump warped as well, transforming into a dog with six eyes. Hell hounds had become extinct on the frontier but they were once common as pets to the nobility. The dog snarled at him.

Clearly slicing off limbs wasn’t going to get him anywhere fast. He threw a volley of needles at the vampire and took off at a run. He aimed his sword at the nosferatus heart and pressed forward. The other man bent dramatically backwards at the knees, the blade knocking his glasses and hat askew without causing any damage. He pressed his gun into D’s chest before he could change direction and fired off another round. Seras cried out and D flinched. He retreated and started to circle. The vampire in red was grinning inanely, his unbound hair flowing manically about his face. He looked very familiar.

Someone who looked like that…

His black hair was tied backwards and his face was staring out over his empire. Red eyes were bright and cruel. D looked just like his sire. This was all going to end, or so he had said. Their time would come. Then he’d been called inside.

Someone who looked like that used to read him bedtime stories about eviscerating his enemies. Most people had called him ‘Lord’ or ‘King’ and sometimes ‘Majesty’. His mother had called him Dracula-dearest and he’d called him…

“Father.”

“Huh?” His opponent went slack-jawed.

D used the moment to his advantage and smacked him one. He hit him right on the nose and was rewarded by a cathartic crunching sound. The hounds, a few more had sprouted, sniffed at his cloak during this moment. The biggest barked and then started licking at his hands. He patted its head absent-mindedly. He’d named all the hounds during his childhood. They’d all been called “Kaiser.”

His adversary remained upright, although his neck was twisted uncomfortably to the side. His eyes swivelled in D’s direction, pupils shrinking down to slits. His mouth thinned and stretched even further than it had when he was smiling. Seras had begun walking towards them, one hand outstretched, offering aid.

“Master, this is D. He killed one of the monsters that have been appearing in the underground.” Seras again ignored propriety and touched D’s shoulder.

“I know Police girl,” his face softened slightly as he addressed her, “How did you get here Junior?”

“Dimension-ripping beast.”

“And here I was hoping you could create your own portals. Oh well, Seras, I would like you to meet my son from an alternate dimension. D, this is my beloved servant Seras. Later you will no doubt meet my dearest master, Lord Integra Wingates Hellsing.”

“Master, you told me that vampires can’t have children. They can only turn people… can’t they?” the girl was looking rightly bothered.

“Alternate Dimension, Seras.”

A mumbling came from D’s left hand. He unclenched it and raised it upwards.

“Drake, is that you, you old bastard?”

“Lefty, I was hoping you were dead!”

Both D’s hand and D’s sire started to laugh, congenially. Seras looked on in abject horror. D made a mental note to include bombs in his inventories now on so he could avoid an event such as this happening ever again. Then armed mercenaries entered the building and started shooting at him.

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There are so many Draculas and only one D. I thought it was high time D got reaquainted with Daddy and had them sort out the differences between conventions of vampire behaviour in different texts.