Hunters in the Night (Hellsing Fanfic)

Ch 8- The Blood Bath

The glowing red eyes that starred out from the darkness were terrifying to both of them. Bartholomew tried to squint into the darkness to see the man at the throne, but the candle light suddenly flickered out, leaving them with only the pale moonlight.

"W-wh-who do you think you are! Entering my throne room unannounced! Leave before I have your head lopped off!" Bartholomew shouted, sounding more brave at the end.

The man was quite for a moment before he suddenly filled the room with deep laughter.

Caralina was confused, to say the least. Then, her confusion was replaced with pain as the full effect of her wound kicked in.

She rolled over and started coughing up blood. She could feel the man's eyes on her as this happened.

"As fun as this little conversation is, I would like to get this over with so I can move to more pressing matters," the man said. There was something familiar about his voice, but Caralina could not pinpoint it.

Caralina looked up and saw him starring at her with hunger in his eyes, has if he were a fox and she the injured rabbit.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Bartholomew shouted.

The man lowered his hands from in front of his mouth, revealing a mouthful of razor sharp teeth. Caralina gave a small gasp. She did not know the man could hear her as if she had did it right beside his ear. He stood from the throne, his figure extremely tall, and bowed.

"You may call me Alucard. It is an honor to be in the presence of Your Majesty," he said.

"Has if flattery would save you now, bastard," Bartholomew said, standing with an evil smile.

"Actually, I was referring to the pretty young lady lying on the ground behind you," Alucard corrected, pointing at her with one of his long fingers after straightening back up.

Caralina could feel herself shacking. It was not only from the wound in her torso that was oozing more blood by the minute, but from the fear she felt whenever this man laid eyes on her.

"Ha, this little bitch is far from royalty. I can see why that fool Dracula would want to marry her, but she is nothing more than peasant scum," Bartholomew spat.

Caralina spat blood on him, not because he had insulted her, but because he had insulted the only man she would ever love.

Bartholomew kicked her in her side and she spat up more blood. Her vision danced in front of. She was starting to see black dots.

'No!' she thought. 'I will not die like this.'

It was true she had wanted to die, but it was to be on her own terms.

She blinked back the blackness and what she heard after her hearing cleared made her shiver with fear.

She heard a loud, intense growling that was clearly laced with anger.

Alucard was descending the stairs and stalking toward Bartholomew as he coward away from the fearful man.

Had he been angry that Bartholomew had kicked her? Though she did not know this, the answer was yes.

Bartholomew's back hit the wall and he stood with his back pressed into the wall.

Alucard was suddenly in front of him. Somehow he had managed to skip stepping over Caralina. He toward over the cowering man.

Alucard's hand shot out and was around Bartholomew's throat, lifting him into the air. The cloth red cloth covering his forearm did nothing to hide the protruding muscle underneath. Alucard's angry eyes were reflected in his captives scared eyes.