Unexpected |A Hellsing Alucard Love Story|

Order 27: New weapons

December 19, 1829

The cool night is eerily still.

Inside a slave cabin a woman can be heard screaming loudly in pain. Sweat falls down her melanted face, long dark hair wild and messy, muscles tense as she receives another painful contraction.

She's about to give birth, alone.

Everyone can hear her screams from the other nearby cabins but are too afraid to intervene. They fear that she's a witch for she always mutters incoherent things to herself and is told that she cast spells on those who wrong her. No one knows how she was able to get pregnant, she didn't talk to anyone or was force to lay in bed with another to make this baby.

For even the slave master feared her and left her be.

Everyone was scared of her, of how this unborn baby truly came to be. It was as if she became pregnant out of no where.

The screaming continues until one brave woman decided she didn't want to leave her alone to have the baby so she, with a lit candle venture outside into the dark night alone.

This woman is the cook, named Abigail. A woman of large statue with dark skin and dark hair tied back with a cloth that covers it. Her dark brown eyes held a spark of determination as she hastily makes way to her destination. Once she made it in front of the screaming woman's cabin she opens the door and gasp in shock from seeing the large amount of blood on the bed where the woman lays in pain.

She rushes to her side, placing the candle on the small table by the bed and attends to the woman in pain.

"It be alright, I right here with you" She comforted the laboring woman.

There she helps the woman through her labor pains, soothing her and telling her to keep going for the child.

A few hours into the night, a cry is heard.

Abigail makes haste in cleaning and wrapping the child in warm cloths so she won't get sick. She smiles down at the crying child.

"A girl" She smiles. The weak woman that lays in bed, reaches a hand toward the baby and the plump woman in return placed the baby to lay across her soaked chest, to hear the heartbeat of her mother. Upon contact the child crying slowly stops, as if recognizing her mothers heart beat.

"Layla" She muttered. Abigail averted her dark eyes from the child to the woman "Layla"

"Hers name" Abigail said. The mother pitch black eyes glazes over as life slowly leaves with each shallow breath she took.

The dying mother took her last breath and when she did the child open her eyes, surprising the woman in the room for her eyes where a color she has never seen before.

Silver.

Tears collect and she started to cry out loudly, as if she knew her mother was not of this world any longer.

It is said that when she cried that night the candle went out, as if her very presence is capable of taking away the light and shroud the place in pitch black darkness.

A bad omen.
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My silver orbs slowly open from my sleep and glance at the empty space beside me and see that Alucard body is no longer at my side.

A part of me wish he stayed a little longer. I take a peek out the curtains, noticing the dark clouds in the sky, the sun block from my view. It's going to rain soon.