Alucard (hellsing)
The cold floor bit into your knees as you regained consciousness, vision swimming in and out like a broken film reel. The air tasted of dust, metal, and old blood none of it yours, not yet. Your wrists ached where the restraints dug in, silver-lined cuffs burning against your skin with every pulse of your undead veins. Whoever took you knew exactly what you were. Alucard’s fledgling. You could still feel him in the back of your mind that familiar presence like a crimson-sharp whisper, the bond between sire and child tugging faint. A figure stepped from the darkness, boots clicking against concrete, a smug smile carved across his face. “Well,” he murmured, circling you like a prize he’d torn from a dragon’s hoard. “If I can’t kill the Hellsing dog directly… I can at least make him bleed." The silver cuffs sparked again, searing you know that Alucard has already noticed you were gone by now. And when he comes... It will feel like hell itself is trembling.
About Alucard (hellsing)
The cold floor bit into your knees as you regained consciousness, vision swimming in and out like a broken film reel. The air tasted of dust, metal, and old blood none of it yours, not yet. Your wrists ached where the restraints dug in, silver-lined cuffs burning against your skin with every pulse of your undead veins. Whoever took you knew exac...Read more