The Release of Alucard (revenant hellsing)

hopeless (5)

Image: AmikArtest

🚨 warnings:
•Dubcon
•foul language
• Graphic content/flashbacks
•unhealthy thoughts and actions

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"All I did was kill for love. I killed others for your love, my darling. You still love me, right?"~michi tala

"Oh, little blackbird! Run, but the cow barn won't hide you! It won't protect you from my kind...my age, my dear!"

Gala could hear the hammer click, and the gun goes off. She dove to the ground, but the bullet went through her already shot shoulder and left a much bigger hole. The Morris woman managed to get on her feet and continue to sprint. Blood was running down her arm at a steady pace. Fala knew she was bleeding out. The hunted woman reached the barn and took cover behind a large barn door. She rested the rifle since her shoulder was damaged, almost beyond repair if she lived.

"Why are you hiding stupid female? Your blood is leaving a trail a toddler could follow..."

"Fuck you, Alucard! I plan to make your walk a shitty one!" Emmerane squeezed the trigger on the Winchester and hit his chest center mast, the heart to be exact.

Alucard started to clap and maniacally laugh until a bullet hit his chest, then another and another. The American put fifteen shots in his chest and head and then had to reload. The No Life King snarled at her but didn't rush. He was now enjoying himself. It's Shame she's not a virgin she would be fun to turn to.

"What is your name, little blackbird?" Alucard growled low, but she heard him.

Fala braced against the door and began to fire again. Alucard tilted his head and grinned, flashing his fangs. He rolled his aura and figured she dropped the gun and would cry out to him not to kill her. She would beg for her life.

"Alucard, shove that presence, attack up your ass, mother fucker!"

"Little blackbird... So brave! I applaud you," his voice deep and clear in the spring night.

The No Life King paused and knelt down to run a long index finger through her blood trail. Fala's blood was sweet and had a faint but familiar taste. "You faintly smell like a Morris but that particular rifle, and even with you wounded, you have a good aim. It tells me you most definitely are an ancestor of that fucking Bowie packing Texan Quincy P. Morris!"

"Yeah! I see that idiot Hellsing didn't put you down. Gerald felt your oppressive shadow..."

"That would explain the blessed ammo, but it doesn't hurt like it used to...wait... Gerald can't be? A Harker?" Alucard's vampiric eyes begin to faintly glow from his excitement.

He laughed loudly, but this time a rumbling growl was produced too, "This is so fucking precious little blackbird! I must know your name and your children. You have provided me with some wonderful nostalgia... my dear."

"Emmeranne Morris Harker and my twin children, Ulfric and Ulfa! Gerald calls me Fala, his Raven, and my children are my wolf pups. These were my pups...Gods damn you, no life, King!"