Crimson Heart
Chapter 1- Blood
Blood so sweet that vampires crave… But no matter the trouble I’ll always stay…
Vincent Valentine, once known as a Turk working for Shinra, a member of a rebel group that went by the name of AVALANCHE whose mission was to stop the destruction of their world, and a covert ops agent in the WRO (World Regenesis Order). Now, however, he was a homeless drifter, sitting in the corner of an alley brooding as always. He was constantly traveling from place to place making ends meet with whatever job he could find and he always got paid but, it was never enough for a house, and he rather die of starvation than eat in one of those homeless shelters, at least his case wasn’t THAT desperate.
The town that he ended up in at the moment proved to be quite the challenge, just when he was about to leave the town got overrun with terrorist taking over everything. The police managed to evacuate everyone just in time, but Vincent decided to stay… Something felt wrong about leaving this place… at least now anyway. So, he stayed in that alley up until that moment when the sky roared a deep proclamation that it was about to rain. One of the roars made Vincent wince, it was as if something made his ears hurt. Another thunder roared, but this time he caught that distinct sound… The sound of a woman screaming for help… Vincent immediately got up and ran toward the sound, Cerberus in hand.
He made his way through the rain finally capturing the sound as it grew louder, it indeed was a woman. As Vincent kept looking, a couple of scents hit his nose hard making him almost throw up. Due to his sensible nose, he was able to pick up three scents one was rotting flesh, the other was sweat and the last one, which made Vincent mad for no reason, was blood. He growled an inhuman growl, he was so mad that even in his mind he could tell Chaos was a little freaked at the sudden outburst of anger coming from its host. (Luna: BTW? Chaos is not an a*****e in my fic, just to let you know…)
Vincent lunged at the alley panting as he ran all the way, once there he saw what was going on. Two men had brought a woman down by hurting her as if she were some sort of animal. “Well about time you Millennium guys arrived! I was frankly expecting you to come a little earlier so we didn’t have to torture this beauty but…” the FREAK looked at her, “I’d love to enjoy her screaming a little more.” He kicked her causing her to groan. Vincent had had enough, “That’s enough…” the two FREAKS looked at him, “Right now I don’t care who it is you’re supposed to meet… but I will not stand here and see you torture that poor woman,” he said pointing his gun a them.
The two FREAKS looked at each other and laughed, “You almost had us going there man!” said one of the FREAKS. Big mistake. That same FREAK ended with a bullet in its head turning to dust right after. The other one went wide eyed, “s**t, what the hell did you do that for!? Wait a minute… Black beneath red, huge mother ******** gun, raven hair, red eyes… You’re Big Red, aren’t you? Oh hell no!!!” he said running away. Vincent took aim at that moment and didn’t think twice before he shot the FREAK right in the head turning him to ashes.
Vincent hid his gun from sight and walked toward the injured woman. She looked to be in her late 20’s with gorgeous blond hair, tanned skin and icy blue eyes as far as he could see. Vincent sighed, never in his life had he seen such an atrocity done to a woman, true he had heard of cases similar to this but he had never seen this kind of damage with his own two eyes. The woman seemed to have escaped from a laboratory of sorts since her scent reeked of chemicals that were usually used to render an animal sterile. He winced at this fact, who and why would they do such a thing, ‘I better tend to her wounds or she’ll die…’ he thought as got closer. He could hear her breathing as it picked up, “Calm down, I’m not here to hurt you,” he said in his usual calm and low voice. (Luna: Just think Dirge of Cerberus)
He started with her arms carefully not to cause her anymore harm, “You got a name miss?” he asked trying to keep her awake and focused on something. “In…tegra…” she said her voice hoarse but she managed to return his question, “And you… stranger?” Vincent continued with her unattended wounds, “… Vincent Valentine…” he answered. After he was done with her wounds he caught a weird scent that was approaching them, soft linens, holy water… incense? Before he could even react three bayonets lodged themselves in his shoulders and in his chest making droplets of blood hit what little clothes Integra had left. He was on the verge of falling to the ground but Integra was holding him, “That’s enough Anderson! Desist at once! He’s on our side! ” she screamed at the regenerator but his only reply was to throw a bayonet at her which landed on her right lung causing blood to come out of her mouth, “Hellsing no longer stands for the church, but I do hope that you are forgiven…” with that she fell to the floor unconscious, “As for you… All of the creatures of the night shall be destroyed in the name of the church and you my dear leech are no exception!” he shouted to Vincent.
He snapped something in him was telling him to go a rip this man to shreds and he liked the kind of thinking this voice in his head was doing. His eyes became glowing red and his body was engulfed in a dark aura as he transformed into Galian Beast but its form was different, it looked more of a beast than man-like. Its new features included a tail with spiked armor on only one side like a line, bigger horns, bigger fangs and bigger claws. Its fur color was a dark shade of purple along with a white mane and he was abundant in muscle. He snarled at Anderson bearing its white fangs signaling he was serious.
Anderson looked at the beast with a mad grin, “So you’re not a leech but a demon! It will be my pleasure to destroy you heathen!” said Anderson as he charged the beast with two bayonets in hand. He let go of his self control… Anderson got a good surprise when the beast suddenly disappeared fast in front of him and reappeared with its mouth around his arm tearing it apart from his body, the same happened for his other arm and his two legs. The beast grinned before it walked toward Integra and examined the wound the crazy, or rather loony, priest had made. The damage was intense but she was still clinging to life. Vincent had no time to waste as he got on top of her and concentrated, searching for that tiny bit of energy that was left. A blinding light encased them both and when it disappeared Integra’s wound was completely gone! However, he wasn’t so lucky because he got her wound instead making him cough blood. As a few droplets hit her face Integra looked up to see a wounded, human Vincent Valentine smiling at her and collapsing at her side after.
With a hand on your waist… And the other on my gun…
TBC…
