Rambles and Thoughts

Hellsing Ultimate ✔️

I take aim at the heart. That's the only way to do the deed. The silhouette of the target swung on polished chains as my smoking ivory hand cannon was haltered along side its obsidian mate. They were named  Descendant (the white one) and Curse keeper (the black one). Each had a significance to their names to me.

I was the daughter of a milkmaid, living in dirt houses and the grim under paved roads. Until the king asked for a "bride". He "choose"me, yet I had other planes.  I revolted, and for it I was chained, raped, and sentenced to death. That's when I met him. My best friend for I don't know how many centuries now. It was on that dawn when we swore our lives to one another.

"Nice shot mistress!" A shaggy blonde yelps from her place beside me. I huff and stroll over to her target. She looks even paler than her species should be. Maybe the lack of blood?
"Now it's your turn police girl." She seems disturbed by the name but holds her tongue for she will lose it if I am disrespected. She steps up to shoot.

That dawn was like no other. The war over, the battle lost, and the God we worshipped was no where to be seen. I had been bond by ankles, wrists, and throat, he by the ankles with a wooden block holding head and wrists in place. We where on our literal death road, yet we stumbled along the dust in silence. He was the war starter, and I his ultimate killer. Now because of us we were to die. He falls and I push him up on one shoulder before the guards whip us even more and he kisses my bleeding throat in secret before regaining balance. We are pulled apart as the falling sun casts golds, purples, and reds on the two war captives.

The  young suckling steps up and aims a small hand pistol at her target. She seems calm but her shaking legs gives her away. I smirk. The child will collapse of fear before even engaging in a target. I step in close and sweep her legs causing her to crash to the tiles below. She is quick to strike back however.

The executioner reads our crimes and I smirk at the memories of them. I glance at my friend as he watches the sun sink away. Then I am reeled back by my red locks to the ground and then mounted. They can't just execute me, no they are going to violate me! I fight back and manage to head butt the fool that dare try to defile me. The glow of an awe is set above my friends head and I am kicked to the ground in a noose attached to my neck. The raven haired man in chains, in our desperation, lapse at the blood of the battle field as the awe is brought closer.

The police girls straddles my legs and pins my hands above me.
"Very good Seres, but-" I bit her wrist with my fangs and twist he bone so the young vampire is forced to roll off me in agony. I spit her blood away and stand waiting for her to strike again.
"Come on Seres! How do you expect to beat me if you can't handle blood loss?!" The accused stands and seems a flame wit anger. She charges and I swiftly doge before morphing into the shadows.
"As a Nosferatu you must become the dark. In alliance with the curse we bare. You and I may see the world differently but we share the same blood lusting eyes. Seres" I strike in an instance. Punching her back and then rounding to kick her stomach.

I am deviled again. I thrash and fight but the impending doom of the two of us makes me weaker. I scream out the raven haired mans name. I ask for so many things in the moment: forgiveness, peace, friendship, but my memory forgets the rest. I collapse and soil the dust with tears, and scream out curses.

I have her pinned. Her bloodied writs swirls across the tiled floor of the shooting range. I let her stand and laugh slightly at her flustered state. 
"Seems to be that someone needs improvement on their hand to hand combat" I coo. The young vampire seems more stiff as a new comer enters the range.
"Yes you do" A deep baritone voice rumbles before intertwining my hand to his. I smile as be softly kisses my wrists and hand.

The axe never reaches its bloody mark. Instead it severs a silver cross as the sun finally falls. My attacker shrieks bloody murder as his spine is removed. I am hoisted on to a tree branch as my noose is tied and I am squirming for air. I don't see the waves of blood coming from the assembled. Limbs, organs, bones littered the ground like pebbles. The executioner falls to his own axe. My eyes roll to the back of my skull and I stop moving.