Alucard of the Hellsing Organization was sent to Rhy"Din by his master Sir Integra's wishes. Apparently, the filth they had been hunting so ruthlessly in London and across the world had moved on, and in greater numbers in the city of Rhy"Din. None know for sure how Alucard showed up, he wasn't even entirely sure of that fact himself. This meant that he had no idea how to get back to London once his job was done.
Not one to dwell on such things, Alucard simply started on his hunt, tracking a particular target silently. Unfortunately, Rhy"Din being the large and diverse city that it is, Alucard lost track of his target for a short amount of time. A day passed, and his target was found, a vampire, filth of his kind, who had been running rampant across the city, killing humans with impunity.
It was a man, pale skinned, dark haired, and red eyed, as were most vampires it seems. He stood over the corpse of his latest kill, feeding from the woman freely, completely unaware of Alucard, who silently walked toward him.
"A wonderful night, is it not?" Alucard asked the frenzied vampire with an ever present smirk.
"Eh"!" the vampire leaped up and wheeled around, his clothes and face stained with blood. "Who're you? Whaddya doin" sneakin" up on me"!" he glared with bloodshot eyes at Alucard.
"I am Alucard, I didn't sneak up on you, you were just too caught up in your senseless feeding to notice my approach," he said with a sneer.
"Alucard" What kinda name is that?" he asked as he glared at the man in the crimson overcoat. He felt uneasy with this one, but was also blinded by the taste of blood. "Don't matter I suppose, yer soon to be dead," he exclaimed as he charged forward, pulling out a small sub-machine gun from the folds of his jacket and unloaded on Alucard.
Alucard cackled maddeningly as bullets shredded through him, his left arm fell off, his right leg followed, soon he was nothing more than a pool of dark blood, and a jumble of torn flesh.
Disconcerted by the cackle, the vampire smirked at his seemingly dead opponent, and lowered the weapon. "Damned crazy," he muttered as he turned his back on the pile of dead meat and blood, and started off down the alley.
But Alucard wasn't dead, not by a long shot. The blood rippled, the torn limbs pulled back together, and soon he reformed, unscarred, clean, his clothes not even torn, and started cackling again.
The vampire turned slowly, and if it was possible, he grew even paler than before. He retrieved his weapon and again unloaded on Alucard, who was far too fast. A blur that not even the vampire's acute eyes could track, Alucard darted left and right, quickly making his way forward.
"Degenerate filth, you call yourself a vampire. You're on the bottom of the food chain, below those humans who would take their own lives for immortality. You make me sick,? Alucard said angrily as he appeared behind the vampire, and shot his hand through the man's spine, cracking through the bone so that his hand shot out of the man's chest, gripping his heart and crushing it with the utmost ease. The vampire died then, a second time, vanished into dust, and Alucard left, leaving no traces of any conflict in his wake, aside from the dead woman the vampire had been feeding on.
Not one to dwell on such things, Alucard simply started on his hunt, tracking a particular target silently. Unfortunately, Rhy"Din being the large and diverse city that it is, Alucard lost track of his target for a short amount of time. A day passed, and his target was found, a vampire, filth of his kind, who had been running rampant across the city, killing humans with impunity.
It was a man, pale skinned, dark haired, and red eyed, as were most vampires it seems. He stood over the corpse of his latest kill, feeding from the woman freely, completely unaware of Alucard, who silently walked toward him.
"A wonderful night, is it not?" Alucard asked the frenzied vampire with an ever present smirk.
"Eh"!" the vampire leaped up and wheeled around, his clothes and face stained with blood. "Who're you? Whaddya doin" sneakin" up on me"!" he glared with bloodshot eyes at Alucard.
"I am Alucard, I didn't sneak up on you, you were just too caught up in your senseless feeding to notice my approach," he said with a sneer.
"Alucard" What kinda name is that?" he asked as he glared at the man in the crimson overcoat. He felt uneasy with this one, but was also blinded by the taste of blood. "Don't matter I suppose, yer soon to be dead," he exclaimed as he charged forward, pulling out a small sub-machine gun from the folds of his jacket and unloaded on Alucard.
Alucard cackled maddeningly as bullets shredded through him, his left arm fell off, his right leg followed, soon he was nothing more than a pool of dark blood, and a jumble of torn flesh.
Disconcerted by the cackle, the vampire smirked at his seemingly dead opponent, and lowered the weapon. "Damned crazy," he muttered as he turned his back on the pile of dead meat and blood, and started off down the alley.
But Alucard wasn't dead, not by a long shot. The blood rippled, the torn limbs pulled back together, and soon he reformed, unscarred, clean, his clothes not even torn, and started cackling again.
The vampire turned slowly, and if it was possible, he grew even paler than before. He retrieved his weapon and again unloaded on Alucard, who was far too fast. A blur that not even the vampire's acute eyes could track, Alucard darted left and right, quickly making his way forward.
"Degenerate filth, you call yourself a vampire. You're on the bottom of the food chain, below those humans who would take their own lives for immortality. You make me sick,? Alucard said angrily as he appeared behind the vampire, and shot his hand through the man's spine, cracking through the bone so that his hand shot out of the man's chest, gripping his heart and crushing it with the utmost ease. The vampire died then, a second time, vanished into dust, and Alucard left, leaving no traces of any conflict in his wake, aside from the dead woman the vampire had been feeding on.