Her heart race as she woke to find herself tied to an old fashion wooden armchair with a bag over her head. Trying to stay limp like she was still unconscious she tried to remember how she ended up here. She was following a suspect and then everything went black and she couldn't breathe. Voices could be heard coming close to the room, and there was very soft muttering that she couldn't tell if it was in the room or not. The opening of the door announced the arrival of three individuals, two men and a woman, and as they entered the muttering ceased mid-word.
"Mal, is she awake?" One of the men asked, a slight English like accent.
"She is though she pretends not to be. She's good at it, pretending, if I were a measly mortal human I would not have been able to tell... But I can so you can stop with you're pretending." The mutterer stated in a ranting style, she didn't need to see him to know he was likely twitching.
"So, my dear, let start by you stating your name, shall we?" The first man asked kindly. For a bit she debated on what to do before answering.
"Elane." She answered without lifting her head, after all, what was the point with the bag over her head.
"Last name as well please."
"McCord." She huffed impatiently. "Now how about you tell me what this is all about?"
"You are a part of the Crimson Dawn, are you not? The government sanction Vampire Hunters. Love the name by the way, makes me think of Skyrim, I fell in love with... Oh, what was her name, Mal?" The first chuckled lightly.
"Serana, you dummkopf. If you say you fell in love, then how can you not ever remember her name?" The mutter, Mal it seems, tsked in annoyance.
"It's a video game character, and I also haven't played it in a few years." The first guy chuckled lightheartedly. "But back to the point at hand. You are not only a part of them, but someone high up, correct? A descendant of its founder, are you not? A secret founder of the American government back in the beginning. You were bred for it. Raised to take it over." He dribbled on and on, finally cut short by the woman he came in with.
"Abel, please just get to the point, dear." The woman chuckled almost tauntingly. "While some of us have longevity, some do not."
"You are right, my dear Kemintiri." The first man, Abel, sighed, catching the captured girl's attention with the woman's name. She had heard about her, someone hunted by man and vampire kind alike. "Well, Miss McCord, we, myself, Kemintiri, and our dear Mal, wish to hunt Kindred, not for the same reason though."
"And who are you?" Elane scuffed.
"I am Abel Von Hellsing. Descendant of thee Abraham Van Hellsing... And the brother of the original vampire Caine, Abel. My bloodline was bred to avenge the murdered Abel by putting an end to the Curse Caine has caused to plague the Earth." Abel explained, shocking the girl. "We work together for various reasons, and would love to incorporate you into our inner workings. But, you will not be allowed to share anything you learn here, about us, with anyone, including the Crimson Dawn-"
"Especially the wanna be Buffy the Vampire Slayers known as the Crimson Dawn. Pathetic." Mal spat in disgust.
"If you agree, I will take off the bag. If not Mal will erase your memory." Abel explained, ignoring Mal's rantings going on behind him.
"I don't know about the Malkavian doing that, he might leave her braindead." Kemintiri snorted with a shake of her head.
"Seeing as I really don't want a Malkavian to mess with my mind, I agree." Elane said slightly uneasy with the thought. She knew from the file they had on the leeches that Malkavians were cursed with lunacy as a whole. Definitely not the kind of people you would want routing around in your head, they may leave you drooling in a corner as an oopsie.
"Glad to hear it." Abel chuckled and removed the bag as another went behind her to slice the duck tape holding her. Abel was a tall 6 something with ice blues and white blonde hair with light scruff dusting his face. Mal was in a corner between two bookshelves with a thick textbook, shoulder length light brown hair stick up all around his head like a lion's mane, a short woodsman beard, and hazel eyes. Kemintri was just leaning in the doorway against the frame with an amused smirk, a short 4'6" in height with dusky skin, straight long crow black hair, and eyes of a serpent's. Then there was the man who was slicing her binds with a black claw like nail, with scruffy dark cherry brown hair and beard that looked like he just woke up, his eyes an intense and vibrant jade green.
"So who's he?" Elane asked as she ripped the tape off her wrists and rubbed them, nodding to the mystery man.
"That's Lobo, like the D.C. character. He's Mal's... how to put this..." Abel began and was saved by Mal.
"He's my experiment. Combining the genetics and such of Kindred with Lupine. He was the only... Let's call it success so far. Need more test subjects..." Mal explained, staring off in thought at the end.
"Yes, thank you. Say hello, Lobo," Abel chuckled with a giant smile as Lobo just stared at him like he thought very little of Abel's intelligence as he simply walked over to Mal and sat against the bookshelf. His face falling some, Abel cleared his throat before returning his attention back to Elane. "Right... Well, welcome to fold. Any question, thoughts, whatever you can talk to anyone of us... Not sure how helpful it will be, but always worth a try." Abel chuckled with a slightly sheepish smile before holding out his hand for Elane. Letting out a huff she removed the last of the tape and took his hand and shook in a warrior style handshake, catching Mal's attention.
"I like her, she knows how to shake right." Mal stated with a face cracking grin.
YOU ARE READING
The Break of The Masquerade
ParanormalHellsing, a hunter of legends. But is or was he really? Does the bloodline still live? And what of the conspiracy that there are Kindred that hunt their own kind with that bloodline? Read if you would like answers.
