Yan Valentine and I stared at each other, his eyes filled with hatred, and mine showing no emotion. I could see sweat beads falling from his forehead onto his chin and falling to the floor. The static from the phone caused Yan to jump and look down, Sir Integra's voice coming over the speaker.
"Viola? can you hear me?" She asked.
"Yes, I can hear you, Integra. What are my orders, Mistress?" I asked, I could feel the smirk on her face.
"Do not show an ounce of mercy! Do not hold back!" She ordered me, I smirked.
"Your wish is my command, Mistress!" I said, bullets flying out of my guns. I didn't notice a ghoul coming up behind me, hitting me in the back of the head and knocking me unconscious.
Third Person POV
"Yo, hello, brother, can you hear me?" Yan was lazily sitting on a couch, talking to his brother on a phone. "Young, leader of the mansion massacre team, reporting! OH YEAH! I've cleared the first floor. The second one's just about done! All that'll be left is taking over the third floor and the meeting hall. And sending all the old codgers to Hell!"
"We'll go with it, then. Remember not to underestimate anyone in Hellsing. I'm heading for the basement at the moment." Young told Yan.
"Pfft, underestimate my ass, I've found this little girl with dangerous weapons running around. She's cute, very curvy, awesome breasts and I'm thinking a virgin, too. Wanna have a go at her with me?" Yan asked, squeezing the unconscious Viola's breasts. Her soft lips now bruised and cut, she may have scaring. A bump forming on the back of her head, from when she was hit.
"Maybe when we're done, Yan. Don't deflower her yet." Young spoke, he hung up on Yan, making his way down the stairs. "Let's see what you're made of....Vampire Alucard."
Yan had a, still unconscious, Viola over his shoulder, his mind filled with actions he'd do to her. The ghouls that weren't killed by Viola's bullets, followed behind Yan, as he kept muttering about being bored and about raping Integra. That is, until his cigar is cut in half by, what seemed like nothing, and fell to the floor. He looked up with shock, a dark figure standing at a doorway. Then the ghoul closest to Yan was split in two, by his waist.
"I missed? I suppose I can't compare to my younger days." The figure said, then his eyes spotted an unconscious Viola on Yan's shoulder. "If you deflowered her, I will make you suffer!"
"You-!" Yan spoke shocked.
"Walter C. Dolneas, the butler of this mansion. Former Hellsing Elite Trash Disposal." Walter then whipped his wires, intimidating the enemy. "I'm coming!"
"Fire!" Yan yelled, clutching Viola's body closer to his shoulder. His ghouls firing their guns at the same time and Walter dodging them as if they were nothing but bugs.
"TOO SLOW! Zombie's will always be zombies. Using ghouls to battle is not a good idea." Walter had his wires around a few ghouls. "At this rate, your army of the undead still has a long way to go. However..." Walter pulled his strings, shredding the ghouls, piece by piece. "Have you ever cowered in the corner of a room, shivering, as you prepared for your inevitable death? Wetting yourself now? Have you said your prayers?" With a loud thud, Yan dropped Viola on the floor, Walter's eyes narrowing with anger.
Viola's POV
I groaned, that second bump to the head, allowed me to come back to consciousness. I looked around and saw Yan and his ghouls lined up, side by side. I placed a hand on the back of my head, I winced when I felt a bump.
"Viola, you may want to stand behind me." I turned to see Walter, I've never been more happy to see him in my life! I ran to stand behind him, he then handed me my guns back. "Miss Victoria. Fire at will!" Walter shouted, I tried to look where Seras was hiding but I couldn't see her, my eyes were blurry from being nocked out for so long. Gunshot after gunshot could be herd from Seras's large gun, Walter had placed me in a closet, because of my head injury. Then there was nothing, I herd nothing, I saw nothing and I felt nothing. I tried to get up, but it hurt to move no matter what I did. The door then opened, I didn't look up to know it was Alucard, the red pants gave it away.
"What did they do to my Draculina?" He asked, did he just call me his Draculina? Alucard bent down to my slumped state, his blood eyes softened, his face coming closer to mine. I slowly close my eyes, everything in my head telling me to push him away, but my heart wouldn't allow it. His lips met mine, I kissed him back, my heart pulling me towards him. 'I have feelings for Alucard.'
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The Vampire King's Princess
Roman d'amourViola Meyers, AKA Angel Of Death, is an American born teenage girl; age 17. Her parents were taken away from her when she was young, by a vampire. She is taken in by a catholic priest, also a retired vampire hunter. Upon returning home, Viola is me...
