How Time Flies By
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Category:
Hellsing › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
7,628
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Hellsing, apart from this story, and I make no profit from this. Just good free fun.
Ups and Downs
Alucard ran all through the day, ignoring his growing hunger. He kept the other sets of eyes closed to not attract too much attention as he traveled through populated areas. If anyone or thing stopped him, he’d break his only disgust in wasting blood. He stopped in his tracks, catching a whiff of the smell he was tracking change direction. Hackles raised, he growled and took off at a dead run towards the scent. The she-beast had grown tired and had stopped to rest. He’d make sure it was the last thing she ever did.
Once close enough, he reverted back to his humanoid form, drawing his guns and taking aim. “Get your ass out here now, you demon whore.”
“Testy, aren’t we?” She emerged from a treetop and landed in front of him, hands raised. “So, why did you track me all day? You’re a vampire, you should be dead by now.”
“The sun is not fatal to me,” he sneered, “I just hate it. Much like you.”
“How pitiful. The No-Life King, whom all vampires and demons fear and respect, succumbing to a spell like mine. It makes you wonder, doesn’t it, how your powers have drained considerably over the years.”
He cocked the Jackal pistol, but before he could pull the trigger, the same haze overtook his senses again. “You will not fool me twice,” he said, but even so he felt himself getting lost in the fog.
The image of Seras appeared before him, eyes full of love and forgiveness. “Alucard, come home to me. Give up this pursuit and come back to me, my love.” She spread her arms out in a welcoming embrace that he stepped into willingly, stolen away by the haze again.
“I was afraid you’d never forgive me for this mistake.”
“Life is too short, even for us. Call off this pursuit for revenge,” the succubus said, pulling the illusion’s strings further.
“I can’t do that.”
“But why not? She is not worth the kill. Let her go and come home.” She was about to try again, when a gunshot rang out and a blinding pain overtook her heart.
“I can’t do that, because you are not Seras.”
The succubus staggered backward, dying but not gone yet. “I will not go so easily.” She herself drew a gun and began firing non-stop.
Alucard tried as best as he could to dodge them all, but to no avail. None of his vitals were pierced, but he was still in pain from the lack of the ability to regenerate on the spot. On top of that, she had gotten her hands on a clip of holy bullets that were as lethal as Anderson’s bayonets once were. He took the advantage of her empty clip and unloaded his into her body. The silver wouldn’t be as fatal to her as a vampire, but no creature could survive three shots to the heart, two to the head, and another three in various other places. She finally fell to her knees and died, the mist fading with her.
He knelt on one knee, trying to suck up the blood that spilled from him, but it wouldn’t work as it used to. He was losing a lot. With the last ounce of strength he had, he ported himself back to the Hellsing abode, into Seras’s room, where he lay on the cool tiled floor.
He barely heard her calling for him, or for calling for help. Barely felt them moving him from her room. All he saw was fuzz and all he heard was a faint ringing before everything went black and silent. The only thing he could hear was Seras’s voice faint in his mind.
/Don’t leave me again…/
He wanted to answer, to reassure her he was going no where, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t even answer her mentally. He remembered what he had told her about the holy bayonets and how holy objects like that were lethal to them. Back then they had been a problem overcome just by his arsenal of souls. Now that he was down to the one he held on to, his original, he couldn’t drain his strength from anything. He had already been weak from lack of blood and traveling all day. He wanted to laugh at his own state of weakness. Nothing else occurred to him as his mind went blank and he went comatose.
Once close enough, he reverted back to his humanoid form, drawing his guns and taking aim. “Get your ass out here now, you demon whore.”
“Testy, aren’t we?” She emerged from a treetop and landed in front of him, hands raised. “So, why did you track me all day? You’re a vampire, you should be dead by now.”
“The sun is not fatal to me,” he sneered, “I just hate it. Much like you.”
“How pitiful. The No-Life King, whom all vampires and demons fear and respect, succumbing to a spell like mine. It makes you wonder, doesn’t it, how your powers have drained considerably over the years.”
He cocked the Jackal pistol, but before he could pull the trigger, the same haze overtook his senses again. “You will not fool me twice,” he said, but even so he felt himself getting lost in the fog.
The image of Seras appeared before him, eyes full of love and forgiveness. “Alucard, come home to me. Give up this pursuit and come back to me, my love.” She spread her arms out in a welcoming embrace that he stepped into willingly, stolen away by the haze again.
“I was afraid you’d never forgive me for this mistake.”
“Life is too short, even for us. Call off this pursuit for revenge,” the succubus said, pulling the illusion’s strings further.
“I can’t do that.”
“But why not? She is not worth the kill. Let her go and come home.” She was about to try again, when a gunshot rang out and a blinding pain overtook her heart.
“I can’t do that, because you are not Seras.”
The succubus staggered backward, dying but not gone yet. “I will not go so easily.” She herself drew a gun and began firing non-stop.
Alucard tried as best as he could to dodge them all, but to no avail. None of his vitals were pierced, but he was still in pain from the lack of the ability to regenerate on the spot. On top of that, she had gotten her hands on a clip of holy bullets that were as lethal as Anderson’s bayonets once were. He took the advantage of her empty clip and unloaded his into her body. The silver wouldn’t be as fatal to her as a vampire, but no creature could survive three shots to the heart, two to the head, and another three in various other places. She finally fell to her knees and died, the mist fading with her.
He knelt on one knee, trying to suck up the blood that spilled from him, but it wouldn’t work as it used to. He was losing a lot. With the last ounce of strength he had, he ported himself back to the Hellsing abode, into Seras’s room, where he lay on the cool tiled floor.
He barely heard her calling for him, or for calling for help. Barely felt them moving him from her room. All he saw was fuzz and all he heard was a faint ringing before everything went black and silent. The only thing he could hear was Seras’s voice faint in his mind.
/Don’t leave me again…/
He wanted to answer, to reassure her he was going no where, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t even answer her mentally. He remembered what he had told her about the holy bayonets and how holy objects like that were lethal to them. Back then they had been a problem overcome just by his arsenal of souls. Now that he was down to the one he held on to, his original, he couldn’t drain his strength from anything. He had already been weak from lack of blood and traveling all day. He wanted to laugh at his own state of weakness. Nothing else occurred to him as his mind went blank and he went comatose.