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Crimson Heart


Chapter 4-Broken


Can’t you see I’m broken beyond repair? …With my heart in pieces and my will tore down in half…


Vincent opened his eyes to find himself on Integra’s bed with his human hand resting at her stomach. ‘How did I end up here? Wasn’t I on the chair?’ he thought as he tried to move which caused a certain woman to wake abruptly. “Sorry…” he said waiting for a verbal assault however none came. He felt her shifting slightly to face him, “Why? You were the perfect gentleman yesterday and besides, it was me that placed you here. You were on the verge of falling from the chair so I took you from there and place you here on the bed, it was either that or have you suffering a concussion…” she said with her eyes narrowed.


He… was different… That was the only thought that could come to her mind. He was different than the rest, he wasn’t a lecherous b*****d, he wasn’t a disgusting pig, he even wasn’t a vampire! He was… oddly enough… a gentleman. If only she had known him before any if this she would at least let herself be indulged in some romance, but now… now that was impossible. She looked toward his eyes, they were crimson just like Alucard’s but not as intense as his. These lacked the fire within that he had, it was as if he was waiting for his fate to finally catch with him which, as far as she knew, would never come. Vincent left the bed glancing at her one last time before he finally closed the door behind him.


What an irony! Where one was waiting for a fate that would never come, the other was planning for that fate to come earlier… even if it meant betraying everything she ever knew, ever learned. When had she become so weak!? Had it been when they took the power to bear a child from her? If it had been in the past she would’ve cared less but now… everything was coming apart and she was suffering for it. Integra took a knife she kept in her drawer and gave it a look. It was sharp enough, but could she really pull it through? She could slit her throat… but that would definitely be too gruesome for the people at her funeral… She could see the look on Walter’s face… Non too nice. Her wrists would be the ones to go. She took the knife and placed it against one and slit it trying not to miss the main vein, “What more is there left to do?” she asked herself as she did the same upon the other.


Sleep was invading her senses as she slowly lost energy from the rapidly flowing crimson fluid that was coming out of her wrists in an overflow. She heard some commotion at her door but she ignored letting the welcoming darkness take her.


VINNIE-VINNIE-VINNIE-VINNIE-VINNIE-VINNIE-VINNIE


Vincent left after that, somehow, blissful moment in her room. He had to leave or he would hurt her more than she already was. His beasts were tame with her yet, it was his human side that was telling him to take her in an embrace and not to let go, no matter what…


He sighed his thoughts were clouded in comparison to his usual normal thinking just because of one woman… He closed his eyes, this was proving more difficult than what he thought especially with this…


His train of thought stopped there when his sensible nose picked that familiar scent, sugar and metal… ‘BLOOD!’ he thought slamming against the door. ‘[********! Get the hell out of my way!’ he thought as he opened the door to reveal a bleeding Integra with slit wrists. He rushed to her side trying to see the damage only to find that she was on the edge…


He did the only thing he could do right now he concentrated hard letting the same blinding light consume them before he collapsed on top of her, “You’re going to be the death of me…” he said fading into unconsciousness beside her.


ALU-ALU-ALU-ALU-ALU-ALU-ALU-ALU-ALU-ALU-ALU-ALU-ALU-ALU-ALU-ALU-ALU-ALU


How long had it been again, a hundred, a thousand years? He had lost count after a while and the worse thing was… his past sins still clung to him, in a way. Yet still he had clung to life as if something was calling to him, some unknown force…


Even as his friends disappeared, as the world changed, as the undead were “born”, even with the inevitable wars… he still clung to life but, why? He had no one left… Nobody to call a friend, family, lover… this was a tortured existence. Vincent lay shrouded in darkness as he saw Chaos flying alongside his floating body… “This is the second time sire…Are you planning on taking your life after all this time we spent traveling the Planet? If you are then I regret not seeing more…” spoke Chaos in an old voice. Even the demon had aged, as Vincent couldn’t and it had grown quiet over the years, something Vincent appreciated.


Vincent opened his eyes and looked at the creature, “I’m not planning to leave this mortal coil any time soon Chaos…” he said as he stood in the darkness. Chaos could only chuckle, “You almost did… By trying to save that woman you risked yourself for a sin you yourself know was not your fault,” said Chaos.


Vincent looked to the side as he saw a tiny light at the end. It seemed inviting and it was calling out to him. He couldn’t help it and he directed himself toward the light, which engulfed him completely,


ITA-ITA-ITA-ITA-ITA-ITA-ITA-ITA-ITA


Vincent awoke to the smell of tears hit his nose, “Tears?” he thought as he raised his gaze toward the source. Integra was crying, not for him but for the shame of trying to take her own life. Since when had the strong Hellsing leader become a weakling? Now she was starting to hate herself for her weakness, for being unable to fight the bastards that did this to her. But it was too late, the scar was there and it would never fade.


He couldn’t stand it anymore, her crying was bringing his beastly side out of its calm endeavor and was now attacking Vincent’s mind. “Don’t…” was all he said which caused Integra to turn her gaze toward him, “But… How is this possible? I saw you, you took my wounds to yourself. You were dead!” she shouted the last part causing him to wince. “I can’t die… I’m not like the undead you fight everyday… I’m not undead… I cannot die because this Planet won’t let me… I’m a remnant of the old world this one was born from. I have seen how this world came to be and how it could end… But even if Judgment Day comes I can’t disappear” he said sitting up and brushing a stray tear from her face.


Integra winced, “Then, why don’t you let me…” she whispered. Vincent took her chin in his human hand, “Because a woman like you is hard to come by, Madam Hellsing. And I would prefer if it was me dying, even if I can’t, than to see you on your last breath” he said resting his hand on her shoulder. Integra felt the skin on his hand and it was warm just like hers, maybe she could…


They were interrupted as Walter came in and looked at Integra, “Miss Hellsing sorry to intrude but… this just arrived on the mail and it is quite a bit of alarm,” he said. Vincent didn’t like this and he probably knew why, now that she was at her weakest point, they would attack. She took the letter in her hands and read it after a few moments she sighed in defeat… Now Vincent, truly, didn’t like this. She looked at the window, “I’m officially suspended from my duties until further notice due to the fact that I might be emotionally ill… or so they think…”


Cause I'm broken I cannot find love... Why is it so?





 
 
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