Beyond †he Darkness (Hellsing)

hellish memory (14)

"Elder Vampire would you please stop touching me. Why are you not in your coffin?" Angelica asked Alucard.

The SPARK employee kept lifting his fingers off her hip. Alucard would just chuckle as his hand went to his shadows in the form of wisps and his fingers slip out hers. He then became solid to start the game once more.

"Don't you fucking sleep Master Vampire?" Angel huffed.

"Now see that's what makes you so enduring," Alucard paused long enough as she couldn't hold her breath long enough. "You are always aware of what I am. You use appropriate titles of respect for me."

The Unholy King placed pale lips to her neck. Angel froze and tried to control her breathing but she couldn't. Alucard could feed and Angelica knew she couldn't stop him. Alucard could snap her neck like a twig and she couldn't stop him. Angelica couldn't even get out of his grasp.

A rabbit in the talons of an owl.

There it was, he smiled. Her muscles relaxed. Her breathing became even deep breaths. Angelica settled quietly and accepted his arms caging her body against his. The young woman knew she just needed to wait and accept what the Vampire King had in mind. Submit for now then scurry to safety when the opportunity presented itself.

"Clever girl," Alucard said softly. "At my age I can enjoy having a pet to entertain me, like a little kitten you are. I know you have sharp little teeth and small claws...so forget giving me doe eyes."

"Alucard, you are not like any vampire SPARK has had dealings with, why is that?" Angelica got the courage up to ask.

She figured it was him, being the first but also Hellsing had done some kind of strong occult magic, as for the most part, Shadow King, was on a pretty tight leash.

"Mmm, age and being the First Vampire but also it's like breeding animals. If you choose from poor stock then you get inferior vampires. They are stupid and brutish with strong weaknesses."

"My first mission in Texas, those vampires were not anything like that. They had been around long enough that..." Angelica shivered.

The memory began to replay in Angelica's mind. The phone call that people were dying from mysterious trauma and extreme blood loss yet none rising from the grave according to a deputy. It was on the dark edge of town when her teammates and her rolled up, on three powerful vampires toying with a woman, in a wrecked car. One with long brown hair remained to finish off the woman, as the other two came to attack Angelica, Ray and Father Hamilton. Angelica gunned the Dodge Ram, heavy duty truck, to ram the vampires.

The sound of metal scraping and plastic shattered in brittle pieces, as the truck came to rest on the car. The brunette vampire feeding on the woman, was crushed under the truck. It seems he was younger as he was slowly healing but far from dead. Angelica pulled her pistols only to realize, she had to hit one first and when a creature can move 5 times faster than a human, it was sheer dumb luck.

Angelica winged one of the two in front of her but he only laughed coldly, as the bullet dropped out of his arm. Ray was a knife expert but as the old saying goes, brought a knife to a gunfight, so Ray took an impromptu flight lesson into the night. It was then the head vampire, dressed all in black with black dead eyes to match, attacked Father Hamilton as he was clergy and he could bless.

He could also bless to heal.

Father Hamilton was 6'7", 390lbs. and liked his Southern cooked food a little too much. Still he was the strongest team member on SPARK.

The leader 'dead eyes' simply struck with his claws and sliced Father Hamilton's neck open. Angelica heard the vampire under the wrecked truck beginning to lift it off. The distraction was enough, the third vampire, with a scar over his eye from when he was still human, hooked his claws into her elbow and tore it open like wrapping paper.

The young woman managed a dodge from 'scar' then instinct told her to run and hide. The third vampire, 'scar' decided a game of chase the scared human, sounded fun, so he pursued. Angelica ran six blocks, weaving through yards until she found a boarded up, abandoned house. Holding her torn arm, she struggled to crawl under the house and held her breath.

The vampire hunting her, for some reason didn't detect her hiding position. The sounds of a renewed fight was heard and the vampire returned to his companions. Angelica could only think of her team and here they would all die on their first mission, angered her. So she crawled back out from under the house and ran to find Father Hamilton.

It seems it was a second miracle, the father was hanging onto life...barely. Angel put pressure to his neck when Ray was deposited on the ground, next to her, with a life threatening slash to his thigh.

He was going to bleed out too.

There was Angel, trying desperately to stop both of her team members from bleeding to death. Her right arm, barely working, to give first aid to Ray. The leader, 'dead eyes' strolled up and put his clawed fingers under her chin. He smiled cruelly then as he pulled his hand back into slice her head off, Bubba her team supervisor, rolled into town. His first action was killing the younger male vampire that had taken damage from the truck. Angelica did wonder if SPARK blessed their vehicles, due to the one hit by the vehiclewasn't quite back to normal, when Bubba got there.

Angel's memory went hazy but Alucard knew Bubba killed all three of them on his own. Bubba was just one crazy son of a bitch too, from what Alucard saw, from the fragments of memory. If Bubba and Anderson got together it could be a hell of a lot of fun.

They might just kill him, on a good night...

"Now kitten, as long as you stay with me then you will never have to fear any other vampires...I will keep you safe little one," Unholy King purred.

"What's the catch, First One?" Angelica asked.

"You remain at Hellsing, my pet. My Master wants to send you back to America but that is just not part of the plan," as to emphasize 'stay' he nipped her shoulder, with his fangs extended to see if his fangs scratched but didn't pierce. A nice rough and tumble plaything.

"Your psychometry is enough for Sir Hellsing and your fire can harm me, so that is enough for me..."

"Great, you don't sleep and your shadow manipulation makes it so you can get in my pants way too easy," Angelica murmured.

"Only if that is what you want, kitten..."

"Alucard, Vampire King sir, please shut up and let me sleep. Unlike you I am not immortal and sleep deprivation messes up my abilities," Angelica muttered.

"Abilities? You have several do you?" he smirked.

"Fireball, psychometry, aura vision and thick skin," Angelica huffed out her response.

"Speed, you are indeed faster than most normal humans, kitten..."

"Training in martial arts is all, now sleep pleeease!"

"So feisty yet trying so hard to be polite," the Vampire let a rumbling sort of chuckle out.

"Get with the times Alucard, it's called being bratty...." then Angelica closed her eyes and passed out in her once worst nightmare's, arms.

The Unholy King buried his nose in her long black hair and wondered what else, she was hiding for an ability. He would know that soon enough.

The Shadow King would begin to gain respect, for a young human woman that tangled with monsters for a living and came out alive, with a hell of a lot experience.

She didn't just fight vampires but assisted a Voodoo priestess stop zombies, that had risen from a curse in bayou country. A demon lord on the Golden Gate bridge, in San Francisco and two attacks on her fortified home. The last attack leaving her sole survivor.

This little kitten could fight...