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alcesverdes) wrote2009-04-11 06:06 pm
alcesverdes) wrote2009-04-11 06:06 pm
Entry tags:
[Crossover] Hellsing/Let The Right One In
PG-13
Gen
Spoilers for the ending of Let The Right One In, not that many for Hellsing.
_
"This shouldn't have been done," Alucard says when they reach, in the middle of the park, the swing the small vampire child, beautiful and sad, is sitting on. There is, Seras thinks -or hopes- a hint of tenderness in her master's voice.
She looks again at the vampire child and has to agree with him. She can't fathom who could've done something like that, and she wonders whether the transformation of one so young was at the time an act of supreme despair or supreme malice. But maybe it doesn't matter, not right now, not anymore; when she sees the vampire old-and-new child's eyes, she just knows it didn't happen recently. She also realizes he's scared. Maybe he knows why they're here. Or maybe he's scared because of how other adult-looking vampires have treated him in the past.
A part of Seras wants to take the vampire child and get him back to Hellsing's headquarters where she -they- could take care of him. But it's not possible, not with Sir Integral's orders and three blood-dry bodies on the way. Seras shouldn't be surprised about it; she knows first-hand that, once turned, you develop great strength and speed, beyond you could've dreamed when you were alive, but the little one in front of her looks too fragile. So deceivingly fragile.
Just like her.
But it doesn't matter how much he deceives, her master is still stronger.
"I don't want to die," the vampire child says.
"I can't let you live," Alucard says, softly.
I, not we.
Seras is torn. Her master doesn't count on her for this, and she knows, not-too-deep down that she is indeed too soft for this kind of job, when they look so young and helpless. No, Alucard is right: she can let the vampire child live.
She takes a step back; she'll probably have to look away when it happens.
"What's your name?" Alucard asks.
"Eli!" yells someone several meters away running towards them. It's a human, a man probably on his early thirties. "Who are you? What are you doing there?" He has an accent Seras can't exactly place.
Alucard smiles. "Yes, it had to be one. Draculina, take care of him."
"Yes, master," Seras says and gets ready to go, but Eli's -the vampire child- face startles her: before, the fear showed only through his eyes, but now sheer, raw terror crawls all over him.
"Please, don't hurt him," Eli says with that same accent.
Seras doesn't reply, just leaves. Yet, she's never intended to hurt the human, she doesn't have to: it'd be easy to restrain him using just a fraction of her strength. More than that, with her training as a police officer, she could've done it just the same back when she was alive. In less than a second, she was holding him face down against the grass.
"Leave Eli alone," he cried.
"He's killed enough people," Seras replies.
"He doesn't!" the man gasps. He tries to fight her. "He doesn't kill! I do! I've killed them all and I've given him the blood! And I'm going to kill you too! Both of you!" Seras can smell his anger and fright, and the tears running down on his cheeks. He knows it, he knows there is no way out from this one.
A human killing humans for a vampire. Seras hasn't heard about anything like that before. She turns her attention back to her master and Eli. She can hear clearly what they're talking about, but she's not sure if the human can.
"Is it for him that you want to live?" Alucard is asking.
Eli takes a step back as he nods. "And for me. I'm scared. I don't want to die."
"You know you'll never grow up, physically nor mentally, don't you?"
Eli nods again. "I know that, I know that's why I don't want to die, why I'm afraid, why I go on even though I shouldn't. Some adults are brave enough to kill themselves, I'm not."
Alucard tilts his head, his hat and hair covering his face.
Then, Seras received a telepathic command: "Take the human to the headquarters." She's curious, but she doesn't dare to disobey.
Seras has spent the last couple of hours guarding the man confined in one of the cells. He's been yelling, in both his language and English, that he'll kill all of them, that they should just give Eli back to him.
Sir Integral in person interrogates him. She doesn't torture him but she doesn't gain any information either. She sighs when she gets out from the cell. "Perhaps..." and that's all she says before congratulating Seras in a work well done on her way up to her office.
Seras accepts the praise bowing her head, but she's still confused, which probably shows because Walter, always near Sir Integral, suggests Seras to look in the old archives for the file of a man named Renfield. She plans to do it as soon as possible.
A few minutes later, Alucard arrives. He smiles the same way he always does when he's fed in the traditional way. "You may go to rest now," he tells Seras as he walks into the cell, not bothering to open the door.
"Yes, master," she says. She stretches. Dawn is coming, she can feel it. She turns away and walks towards her room, her coffin, Alucard's voice on her ear, calling the man inside the cell 'Oskar' and speaking about 'familiars' and 'remaining together'.
All in all, Seras thinks, this is the happiest ending this story could ever get.
Gen
Spoilers for the ending of Let The Right One In, not that many for Hellsing.
_
"This shouldn't have been done," Alucard says when they reach, in the middle of the park, the swing the small vampire child, beautiful and sad, is sitting on. There is, Seras thinks -or hopes- a hint of tenderness in her master's voice.
She looks again at the vampire child and has to agree with him. She can't fathom who could've done something like that, and she wonders whether the transformation of one so young was at the time an act of supreme despair or supreme malice. But maybe it doesn't matter, not right now, not anymore; when she sees the vampire old-and-new child's eyes, she just knows it didn't happen recently. She also realizes he's scared. Maybe he knows why they're here. Or maybe he's scared because of how other adult-looking vampires have treated him in the past.
A part of Seras wants to take the vampire child and get him back to Hellsing's headquarters where she -they- could take care of him. But it's not possible, not with Sir Integral's orders and three blood-dry bodies on the way. Seras shouldn't be surprised about it; she knows first-hand that, once turned, you develop great strength and speed, beyond you could've dreamed when you were alive, but the little one in front of her looks too fragile. So deceivingly fragile.
Just like her.
But it doesn't matter how much he deceives, her master is still stronger.
"I don't want to die," the vampire child says.
"I can't let you live," Alucard says, softly.
I, not we.
Seras is torn. Her master doesn't count on her for this, and she knows, not-too-deep down that she is indeed too soft for this kind of job, when they look so young and helpless. No, Alucard is right: she can let the vampire child live.
She takes a step back; she'll probably have to look away when it happens.
"What's your name?" Alucard asks.
"Eli!" yells someone several meters away running towards them. It's a human, a man probably on his early thirties. "Who are you? What are you doing there?" He has an accent Seras can't exactly place.
Alucard smiles. "Yes, it had to be one. Draculina, take care of him."
"Yes, master," Seras says and gets ready to go, but Eli's -the vampire child- face startles her: before, the fear showed only through his eyes, but now sheer, raw terror crawls all over him.
"Please, don't hurt him," Eli says with that same accent.
Seras doesn't reply, just leaves. Yet, she's never intended to hurt the human, she doesn't have to: it'd be easy to restrain him using just a fraction of her strength. More than that, with her training as a police officer, she could've done it just the same back when she was alive. In less than a second, she was holding him face down against the grass.
"Leave Eli alone," he cried.
"He's killed enough people," Seras replies.
"He doesn't!" the man gasps. He tries to fight her. "He doesn't kill! I do! I've killed them all and I've given him the blood! And I'm going to kill you too! Both of you!" Seras can smell his anger and fright, and the tears running down on his cheeks. He knows it, he knows there is no way out from this one.
A human killing humans for a vampire. Seras hasn't heard about anything like that before. She turns her attention back to her master and Eli. She can hear clearly what they're talking about, but she's not sure if the human can.
"Is it for him that you want to live?" Alucard is asking.
Eli takes a step back as he nods. "And for me. I'm scared. I don't want to die."
"You know you'll never grow up, physically nor mentally, don't you?"
Eli nods again. "I know that, I know that's why I don't want to die, why I'm afraid, why I go on even though I shouldn't. Some adults are brave enough to kill themselves, I'm not."
Alucard tilts his head, his hat and hair covering his face.
Then, Seras received a telepathic command: "Take the human to the headquarters." She's curious, but she doesn't dare to disobey.
Seras has spent the last couple of hours guarding the man confined in one of the cells. He's been yelling, in both his language and English, that he'll kill all of them, that they should just give Eli back to him.
Sir Integral in person interrogates him. She doesn't torture him but she doesn't gain any information either. She sighs when she gets out from the cell. "Perhaps..." and that's all she says before congratulating Seras in a work well done on her way up to her office.
Seras accepts the praise bowing her head, but she's still confused, which probably shows because Walter, always near Sir Integral, suggests Seras to look in the old archives for the file of a man named Renfield. She plans to do it as soon as possible.
A few minutes later, Alucard arrives. He smiles the same way he always does when he's fed in the traditional way. "You may go to rest now," he tells Seras as he walks into the cell, not bothering to open the door.
"Yes, master," she says. She stretches. Dawn is coming, she can feel it. She turns away and walks towards her room, her coffin, Alucard's voice on her ear, calling the man inside the cell 'Oskar' and speaking about 'familiars' and 'remaining together'.
All in all, Seras thinks, this is the happiest ending this story could ever get.