Hellhounds

"test" verbal speech
'test' thought/telepathy

One month, one month in hell is enough to make anyone loose some part of whatever sanity they had. However, I’m a little different; this hell I find myself in is none other than my city, my home, my London; one month ago to the day those bastard Nazi’s attacked turning the once glorious city into an image of hell. Those monster Waffen-SS attacked, mutilated and…turned the whole population of innocent civilians into monsters. Those who were lucky enough to survive the first attack then had to deal with a fucking Crusade launched by the Vatican!

I don’t remember any of this, however, the last thing I remember was looking up to the sky wondering why a giant zeppelin baring the Nazi standard was over London, next thing I know I was lying in an ocean of blood surrounded by the bodies, both dead and undead, of the citizens of London and over a week had passed. I soon learned what had happened, about the Nazi and the Vatican, and I chose to stay, in my city, stay and try to clean up some of the mess.

I suppose your wondering why the hell I would do that. To be honest I’m not too sure, a feeling? A whim? Who knows, all I know is that ever since I woke up in what had once been Trafalgar Square and fully realized the horror of what had happened I knew I had to do something. Besides, ever since then I’ve found that I have strengths that are, well, beyond human. My physical characteristics; strength, speed, reflexes have all sky rocketed. Also, my senses had become so heightened that I could literally hear a pin drop a mile away when they’re working at the fullest. Most would question the sudden appearance of such abilities, but considering I was now living in a city filled with monsters there’s time for questions later.

Once I discovered these abilities I used them to my fullest advantage and hunted. I hunted those that were once human, once people, but now are nothing more than empty shells, zombies, neither dead nor alive but stuck in-between worlds. I hunt and kill them so that they might be at peace, but mostly so that I can be at peace. I hear them, you see, hear their voices screaming in my head; night and day, day after day, hour after hour, minute after minute. The screams of the half-damned begging pleading to be killed to be put out of their misery, all of them screaming in my head, begging me to kill them all, so I heed their unspoken requests and will kill them all.

With a sword in my right hand and a gun in my left I hunt by the light of the full moon, I hunt and kill, scouring this once glorious city clean of these half-damned innocents, I hunt. Before me now, I see them, a group of two dozen creatures moving together in a groaning procession of misery. From the shadows I strike, killing half of them with one swing of my pitch black blade; the others, reacting to my sudden appearance, attacked. Two fall to one of my bullets, another died by my sword and the last, who had fallen, I decapitated. Their screams silenced.

“Be at peace.” I said, sheathing my weapons.

As I turned to walk away, something attacked me from the shadows. A creature, the likes of which I had never seen, stood before me. Pure black, hunched on all fours, with massive bleeding wounds covering its six foot body, it looked at me with glowing red eyes placed in a wolf like head with blood stained silver fur running down its spin finally reaching and covering its long tail. Its pearly white fangs were half a foot each as were its four sets of five claws. It looked at me, I looked at it, it growled raising its hackles, I returned in kind.

It jumped; I did nothing as it feel to the ground dead, half its body gone. Looking to my left I saw that the building, which had once been the remains of a bank, was now only half the remains of a bank, the rest of it had been blown to Timbuktu by, whatever that weapon had been. In any normal place or time one would question such a thing, but here, now I really did not care. What ever that was its dead now, no trouble from the truly dead. What unnerved me the most, I though as I turned and walked away, thinking to find some food then head home, was that I never heard the gun shot and considering the size of the damage it must have been one hell of a bullet.

Seras Victoria, wearing a blood red version of her original Hellsing Uniform, leaned forwards out of the shadows of the wall right next to the body of the Hellhound. She looked, with her red eyes, at the retreating form of the man, or rather monster, they were there to capture. Sir Integra had been receiving reports from the London Special Watchmen that a human had been sighted walking the streets of the dead city carrying a black sword and large handgun, what was most surprising was that this man hunted the Ghouls of the city with no fear, seeking them out and eradicating them one by one.

The truly strange thing, however, was that from some of the reports it was clear that this man held the physical capabilities of a Vampire, but was still able to walk in sunlight as well as freely walk over the now blood red River Themes, feats supposedly impossible to all but the strongest Vampires such as Alucard. After the reports of this man kept coming in Sir Integra felt she could no longer ignore this creature, even if it was helping their job. This was why, for the past five days Seras had been wondering the shadows of the city searching for the man, with orders to report to Alucard once she had located him.

She had developed a good tactic to accomplish this job, instead of looking for him; she would look for large groups of Ghouls and wait for him to arrive. If the man was hunting Ghouls then the larger the group the more likely it was he would come to her, or rather them. Finally with the eighth group she hit success and he appeared, unfortunately so had their new problem. She looked down at the half-remains of the creature below her half-revealed form.

It was a Hellhound, or so her Master had told her and Sir Integra, he told them that it was called to the city from Hell. Apparently, because the levels of death and carnage had been so high it acted like a beacon to a Hellhound, what had happened had been nothing more than the summoning to a feast. They had been slowly appearing over that last few weeks, slowly gaining in numbers, and not even her Master truly knew why, or if he did he wasn’t telling.

‘Master’ she thought ‘I’ve located the target, heading east towards the remains of Parliament Street.’

‘Excellent’ came her Masters reply ‘Follow but do not engage.’

‘Yes sir, Master,’ Thought Seras as she merged full back into the shadows, following her target as he headed to the Themes; ‘Master I came across another Hellhound, it tried to attack the target. I eliminated it.’

‘Good Seras, how did the target react?’

‘He didn’t seem fazed by the creature Master, or by half of its body blowing up.’

‘Blowing up? Oh, you used Harkonnen? At that close range?’

‘I was still hidden in shadows Master.’

‘Magnificent, Seras, you are improving more everyday.’ Came her Masters amused reply

‘Thank you Master’ though Seras with a sweet smile on her face as she sped of in the shadows, following her target as he walked down the dark rubble of London.