Okay, I have now found out reading 78 chapters of Hellsing, watching 2 OVA's and 4 episodes of the anime also, are bad when you are trying to write a story. Because you get inspired. And Hellsing has inspired me to do a Vampire/Lycanthrope/human story. With a few elements of Underworld too, but only the vampire/werewolf war dealie, but not for the same reasons. Also the only thing I'm really taking from Hellsing are is the virgin bit, but twisted a bit to be 'original' meaning my ideas/thoughts about it, and some other things. But outside of that, this fic is completely original.
Rated R for violence, gore, death, possible hinted at sex(or more), etc and so forth.
Yes I know, I should be writing my other stories, but they don't interest me atm. I want dark D:
rologue:
:History of the Ones born of Darkness:
They were both born of the dark. But they were not the same. One was born from darkness to feed off the blood of mortals. One born to eat the flesh. But they weren't completely wild, nor were they completely savage. They just were never completely tame. But tame was boring. Tame didn't get you anything, nor anywhere. It didn't strike the fear into the hearts of mortals. Cause them to try and rally against you, only to fall, again and again and again...
Even if both that were born from darkness did not breed as quickly as mankind, they were always stronger, faster, smarter. They could reginerate limbs, they could disappeasr into nothing. They had familiars and they had other, greater tricks and magicks. They were invicible, even if they held the same weakness. Silver..
They also had enemies that were their equals. Eachother.
And now, this is a tale...
A tale of the Vampyre and the Lycanthrope.
“This is sooooo boring,” my red headed partner grumbles childishly before sipping at a cup of coffee. “Seriously Abel, how could you let the chief rope us into this, stake outs are boring, nothing happens here.”
Ignoring the whine of George as I bite into my lemon donut, I tune him out. He always was like this if we didn't get on a case he wanted to do. Not that I was finding a hard time agreeing with him. This really was boring, and I was silently cursing myself for letting it happen.
“Stop ignoring me,” George grumbles louder and pokes at me. I just about growl and shoot him a glare while swallowing my mouthfull of ‘breakfast’ and snapping out: “It doesn't help when he's my father too, so shut up and sit down!”
George wasn't taken aback by my outburst, he probably had been trying to get me to do so, and once again I was cursing him, he always pulled stunts like that. “Sheesh, no need to- hey, hey Abel, look,” George pointed to where he was looking. Snapping out of my thoughts I turn my head to where he's pointing, and he better pray this isn't a joke. Narrowing my eyes I don't see anything.. at first. Then I spot them, several figures, breaking into one of the warehouses we weren't watching.
“What should we do?”
I glance to George and give him a questioning look, along the lines of ‘are you always this stupid?’ before saying, “Call for backup,”
Looking hurt, George went to do so as I pulled out my gun and made sure it was loaded, turning the safety off and making sure I had the two extra clips on me. I was pulled away from the checking as George said in a hoarse voice, “Abel, I can't reach headquarters.”
“.. did you turn it on?” I snap out at him in a fierce whisper.
“Yes!’ George mutters quietly.
I could tell by the look on his face, we were both thinking the same thing. No matter what we did, we were probably going to recive a warning or more for this. Silently, George grabbed his gun and patted himself down for his badge as I exited the car as quietly as possible.And it was times like this I wish I'd gotten into mother's buisness, instead of father's work.
Quietly the two officers snuck up to the warehouse. Peeking in through a window, only to see it was darker than dark inside, which sounds impossible, but, with the light of the moon blocked by most of the buildings, the windows covered by slowly rotting boards. They had expected to see flash lights, or even glow sticks. But nothing.
Not even a sound came from the warehouse. The only thing that broke the silence, was the soft call of the foghorn, out on the bay a mile or so away. Glancing to her partner, Abel, pulled on her taller partner's jacket to get him to lean down a bit. “I don't like this,”
“There's only one way in and out of here, right,” George stated quietly pausing a moment before continuing. “Let's wait out of sight, and wait for them to come out.”
“Wow there really is a brain in there George,” Abel murmured with a soft snicker, ignoring the furious look in his burning green eyes, she quickly and quietly went to take place just out of sight, but able to keep an eye on the door. After a second or so more of glaring, George went to do the same.
And once again, silence fell down amongst the night, seconds trickled past and turned into minutes, which grew to nearly half an hour, leaving Abel wishing she had taken the offer of getting a cup of coffee as her blue eyes started to glaze over from the need to rest. Shaking her head quickly a few times, she tried to chase it away. This would never do, she had to keep her guard up, not let herself get drowsy.
But the quiet moment to herself was interupted by a piercing shriek and several blasts of gunfire.
Before Abel could react, more screaming was heard, but not the screams of a human being struck down and in agony, or dying, or anything human. It sounded like rabbits being killed. Just this inhuman, soul shreading scream that struck terror into Abel's heart and caused her eyes to grow wide. It became louder and louder, and then stopped.
In the lull that was filled with silence, Abel could have sworn she heard George saying something.
Then the screaming started again, only this time from a human. In pain. And from George. He wasn't making any sense, he was just screaming and screaming, the agonised cries seemed to be what broke Abel out of the stupor those soul chilling shrieks had caused. Bursting from her spot she darted over the ground, gun aimed and ready as she took a corner and skidded to a stop.
“FRE-” her demand died on her lips as those dark blue eyes grew wide and the fair face pale. George was still screaming, still alive. But he shouldn't be. He just shouldn't be, her mind was telling her. He looked like a broken rag doll, arms strewn here and there, blood seemed to be everywhere. One creature had his torso, and was pulling on it as another creature had the stump of his legs, tugging, and George was stretching slowly as his innards spilt onto the ground.
And still George screamed. He should be dead but he kept screaming. It was probably why the creatures hadn't heard her. The overwhelming scent of blood why they didn't smell her. But Abel didn't care as the shaken up cop started to get into gear, and a single round went off. And the screaming was silenced.
And once Abel shot off a round once, she kept on firing. “You dirty mother ****ers! You're going to pay!” Abel screamed, shooting off bullet after bullet, almost in glee as each round tore into a creature, taking flesh with it. Never noticing though, how they never acted as if pained really, they weren't screaming like before. It had been a trick, a trap. And their fun had been had.
A large ear twisted towards the new screamer, still throwing curses and foul language out, still squeazing the trigger even though the rounds in the cartidge were long gone. The wolfish being stood up, and if it could grin it would be as blood and drool fell in globs from its parted mouth onto its fur and the ground below. Eyes like liquid fire stared at the human.
And once more, blood flew through the air.
Death is never fair, never easily accepted. It comes swiftly or slowly, yet it's never easy to grasp that it was bound to happen, sooner or later. What once was, is, what once is, was. A confusing chase around a bush, life and death is. Each never fully grasped untill one or the other are taken away.
Or both are.
Which was why Ryai could only feel somewhat numb as she stared down at the grave that contained the remains of her sister. There'd barely had been enough to place in the coffin. And while Ryai knew her sister was in a better place, the young woman still couldn't help but feel numb, because her sister went to a place she'd be denied from for eternity.
And even if it wasn't her choice to begin with.
Clenching her hands into fists, eyes mirroring her sisters glared at the upturned earth, as if by her will power alone she could drag her sister back into the viel of life, give her a new body, and return everything to normal. But she couldn't. Her twin was gone, her other was lost forever. And it hurt.
It hurt more than her withered, undead heart could stand, and finally, she turned away. Ignoring the looks she got from the rest of her family- even if they weren't anymore. She moved away from the grave, ignoring the rain that had started to fall down and soak into her black dress, smear what little makeup she wore, or caused long golden tinged brown hair to plastered to her face. She wouldn't get sick, and even if she could, Ryai just didn't give a damn anymore as she left the place of death, left her sisters remains to rot. She would mourn for her loss in other ways. In better ways.
Blue eyes tinged red as blood and fire as she made it out of the lot and to the waiting car. Ignoring the protests from inside as she sat herself down into the passengers seat, the protest kept up a little longer before the driver sighed, and looked over at Ryai. “So what are we going to do boss?” the younger looking woman whispered, black hair, black eyes, skin as white as snow. The whole generic goth look taken to the extreme.
Ryai growled in responce, glaring out of the window, “We're going to get those damned dogs, Minika. We're going to get them, and make them pay, rip them apart and fill them with so much silver from crucifixes, that those twisted, mangey, filthy animals will explode into fire themselves!” Ryai snarled out as she turned towards Minika, eyes flashing bright red.
Minika cowered in her seat, she knew that her boss was mad, and even though Ryai was actually younger than her, Ryai was the more powerfull of the two. “O-okay boss, anything you say, just stop looking at me like I'm a fleshbag to eat.”
Ryai narrowed her eyes slightly and glanced away, back out the window and to the cemetary. Minika wisely remained quiet as she got the car started and drove away from the cemetary, keeping any comment about the situation to herself. She knew the higher ranks were always different, always had their quirks.
Though she could slightly understand why Ryai wanted revenge. Minika would want it too if anything happened to her ‘sisters’.
Rated R for violence, gore, death, possible hinted at sex(or more), etc and so forth.
Yes I know, I should be writing my other stories, but they don't interest me atm. I want dark D:
rologue::History of the Ones born of Darkness:
They were both born of the dark. But they were not the same. One was born from darkness to feed off the blood of mortals. One born to eat the flesh. But they weren't completely wild, nor were they completely savage. They just were never completely tame. But tame was boring. Tame didn't get you anything, nor anywhere. It didn't strike the fear into the hearts of mortals. Cause them to try and rally against you, only to fall, again and again and again...
Even if both that were born from darkness did not breed as quickly as mankind, they were always stronger, faster, smarter. They could reginerate limbs, they could disappeasr into nothing. They had familiars and they had other, greater tricks and magicks. They were invicible, even if they held the same weakness. Silver..
They also had enemies that were their equals. Eachother.
And now, this is a tale...
A tale of the Vampyre and the Lycanthrope.
:Chapter One:
escent into madness:
escent into madness:“This is sooooo boring,” my red headed partner grumbles childishly before sipping at a cup of coffee. “Seriously Abel, how could you let the chief rope us into this, stake outs are boring, nothing happens here.”
Ignoring the whine of George as I bite into my lemon donut, I tune him out. He always was like this if we didn't get on a case he wanted to do. Not that I was finding a hard time agreeing with him. This really was boring, and I was silently cursing myself for letting it happen.
“Stop ignoring me,” George grumbles louder and pokes at me. I just about growl and shoot him a glare while swallowing my mouthfull of ‘breakfast’ and snapping out: “It doesn't help when he's my father too, so shut up and sit down!”
George wasn't taken aback by my outburst, he probably had been trying to get me to do so, and once again I was cursing him, he always pulled stunts like that. “Sheesh, no need to- hey, hey Abel, look,” George pointed to where he was looking. Snapping out of my thoughts I turn my head to where he's pointing, and he better pray this isn't a joke. Narrowing my eyes I don't see anything.. at first. Then I spot them, several figures, breaking into one of the warehouses we weren't watching.
“What should we do?”
I glance to George and give him a questioning look, along the lines of ‘are you always this stupid?’ before saying, “Call for backup,”
Looking hurt, George went to do so as I pulled out my gun and made sure it was loaded, turning the safety off and making sure I had the two extra clips on me. I was pulled away from the checking as George said in a hoarse voice, “Abel, I can't reach headquarters.”
“.. did you turn it on?” I snap out at him in a fierce whisper.
“Yes!’ George mutters quietly.
I could tell by the look on his face, we were both thinking the same thing. No matter what we did, we were probably going to recive a warning or more for this. Silently, George grabbed his gun and patted himself down for his badge as I exited the car as quietly as possible.And it was times like this I wish I'd gotten into mother's buisness, instead of father's work.
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Quietly the two officers snuck up to the warehouse. Peeking in through a window, only to see it was darker than dark inside, which sounds impossible, but, with the light of the moon blocked by most of the buildings, the windows covered by slowly rotting boards. They had expected to see flash lights, or even glow sticks. But nothing.
Not even a sound came from the warehouse. The only thing that broke the silence, was the soft call of the foghorn, out on the bay a mile or so away. Glancing to her partner, Abel, pulled on her taller partner's jacket to get him to lean down a bit. “I don't like this,”
“There's only one way in and out of here, right,” George stated quietly pausing a moment before continuing. “Let's wait out of sight, and wait for them to come out.”
“Wow there really is a brain in there George,” Abel murmured with a soft snicker, ignoring the furious look in his burning green eyes, she quickly and quietly went to take place just out of sight, but able to keep an eye on the door. After a second or so more of glaring, George went to do the same.
And once again, silence fell down amongst the night, seconds trickled past and turned into minutes, which grew to nearly half an hour, leaving Abel wishing she had taken the offer of getting a cup of coffee as her blue eyes started to glaze over from the need to rest. Shaking her head quickly a few times, she tried to chase it away. This would never do, she had to keep her guard up, not let herself get drowsy.
But the quiet moment to herself was interupted by a piercing shriek and several blasts of gunfire.
Before Abel could react, more screaming was heard, but not the screams of a human being struck down and in agony, or dying, or anything human. It sounded like rabbits being killed. Just this inhuman, soul shreading scream that struck terror into Abel's heart and caused her eyes to grow wide. It became louder and louder, and then stopped.
In the lull that was filled with silence, Abel could have sworn she heard George saying something.
Then the screaming started again, only this time from a human. In pain. And from George. He wasn't making any sense, he was just screaming and screaming, the agonised cries seemed to be what broke Abel out of the stupor those soul chilling shrieks had caused. Bursting from her spot she darted over the ground, gun aimed and ready as she took a corner and skidded to a stop.
“FRE-” her demand died on her lips as those dark blue eyes grew wide and the fair face pale. George was still screaming, still alive. But he shouldn't be. He just shouldn't be, her mind was telling her. He looked like a broken rag doll, arms strewn here and there, blood seemed to be everywhere. One creature had his torso, and was pulling on it as another creature had the stump of his legs, tugging, and George was stretching slowly as his innards spilt onto the ground.
And still George screamed. He should be dead but he kept screaming. It was probably why the creatures hadn't heard her. The overwhelming scent of blood why they didn't smell her. But Abel didn't care as the shaken up cop started to get into gear, and a single round went off. And the screaming was silenced.
And once Abel shot off a round once, she kept on firing. “You dirty mother ****ers! You're going to pay!” Abel screamed, shooting off bullet after bullet, almost in glee as each round tore into a creature, taking flesh with it. Never noticing though, how they never acted as if pained really, they weren't screaming like before. It had been a trick, a trap. And their fun had been had.
A large ear twisted towards the new screamer, still throwing curses and foul language out, still squeazing the trigger even though the rounds in the cartidge were long gone. The wolfish being stood up, and if it could grin it would be as blood and drool fell in globs from its parted mouth onto its fur and the ground below. Eyes like liquid fire stared at the human.
And once more, blood flew through the air.
-
Death is never fair, never easily accepted. It comes swiftly or slowly, yet it's never easy to grasp that it was bound to happen, sooner or later. What once was, is, what once is, was. A confusing chase around a bush, life and death is. Each never fully grasped untill one or the other are taken away.
Or both are.
Which was why Ryai could only feel somewhat numb as she stared down at the grave that contained the remains of her sister. There'd barely had been enough to place in the coffin. And while Ryai knew her sister was in a better place, the young woman still couldn't help but feel numb, because her sister went to a place she'd be denied from for eternity.
And even if it wasn't her choice to begin with.
Clenching her hands into fists, eyes mirroring her sisters glared at the upturned earth, as if by her will power alone she could drag her sister back into the viel of life, give her a new body, and return everything to normal. But she couldn't. Her twin was gone, her other was lost forever. And it hurt.
It hurt more than her withered, undead heart could stand, and finally, she turned away. Ignoring the looks she got from the rest of her family- even if they weren't anymore. She moved away from the grave, ignoring the rain that had started to fall down and soak into her black dress, smear what little makeup she wore, or caused long golden tinged brown hair to plastered to her face. She wouldn't get sick, and even if she could, Ryai just didn't give a damn anymore as she left the place of death, left her sisters remains to rot. She would mourn for her loss in other ways. In better ways.
Blue eyes tinged red as blood and fire as she made it out of the lot and to the waiting car. Ignoring the protests from inside as she sat herself down into the passengers seat, the protest kept up a little longer before the driver sighed, and looked over at Ryai. “So what are we going to do boss?” the younger looking woman whispered, black hair, black eyes, skin as white as snow. The whole generic goth look taken to the extreme.
Ryai growled in responce, glaring out of the window, “We're going to get those damned dogs, Minika. We're going to get them, and make them pay, rip them apart and fill them with so much silver from crucifixes, that those twisted, mangey, filthy animals will explode into fire themselves!” Ryai snarled out as she turned towards Minika, eyes flashing bright red.
Minika cowered in her seat, she knew that her boss was mad, and even though Ryai was actually younger than her, Ryai was the more powerfull of the two. “O-okay boss, anything you say, just stop looking at me like I'm a fleshbag to eat.”
Ryai narrowed her eyes slightly and glanced away, back out the window and to the cemetary. Minika wisely remained quiet as she got the car started and drove away from the cemetary, keeping any comment about the situation to herself. She knew the higher ranks were always different, always had their quirks.
Though she could slightly understand why Ryai wanted revenge. Minika would want it too if anything happened to her ‘sisters’.
End Chapter One
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