Hellsing Halloween oneshot
Couldn't help myself. ~^0^~
It was All Hallows Eve, and all was quiet within the Hellsing manor. Not even the perpetually moving butler stirred this evening; he sat in his chamber, reading by the light of a small lamp.
Outside at the front gate was a different story.
"I'm gonna do it this year!" A group of three boys stood outside the old iron gate. They were dressed for the occasion- one was wearing a sheet in imitation of a ghost, one was all in red with horns and a tail in semblance of a devil, and thier leader was dressed in imitation of a cinema vampire.
The Devil was the first to voice his dissent. " We've been walking all the way up here for three blinking years, and we've NEVER knocked on that door!" He crossed his arms across his chest, in an attempt to hide the shiver being in this place gave him.
"Then why do you come every year?" The Vampire pushed the unsecured gate open and proceeded toward the forbidding door. The Ghost reluctantly followed, but stopped to see if the Devil was coming along.
"Go on! He won't make it to the door anyways..." The Devil stayed in his place by the gate, his eyes defiant but curious.
Two shadowy figures watched the spectacle from a window above.
" I'm gonna do it!" The Vampire had reached the door. He'd never made it this far. The Ghost stood at the foot of the stairs, unable to summon the courage to stand before the ominous portal.
The Vampire turned to goad his companion into climbing the stairs when one of the massive oak doors swung aside.
"Can I help you?" A man who could only be the butler stood on the other side of the door. He was rail thin; his glossy black hair and monacle shone in the golden light that streamed out of the doorway. The Vampire swallowed hard. "Trick... Trick or treat..." The Ghost and the Vampire chorused weakly.
"Oh, of course!" The butler touched his temple with a white-gloved hand. "It's Halloween. How forgetful of me. Do wait here in the hall while I find you a treat."
The Ghost and The Vampire waited nervously in the hall as the butler disappeared. "We made it, we made it!" The vampire embraced his companion briefly. "This isn't so scary." The Ghost observed, his sheet turning with his head.
"What is this?" A man had glided halfway down the stairs, somehow going unnoticed until that exact moment. "Happy Halloween sir!" The Vampire smiled and waved at the man. " Walter must be fetching you candy. How hospitable of him."
Without making a sound, their tall, dark host came gliding down the stairs; his raven black hair and cape streaming behind him.
"And what are you supposed to be?" His scrutiny made the two boys squirm. "Imma ghost..." The sheet-wearing boy declared weakly.
"And you?" The man's wine-dark eyes held The Vampire fast. " I'm a... I'm a...." He stuttered, unable to look away from the man's burning gaze.
" Vampire?" The cloaked man finished for him. The boy nodded weakly. The man grinned, exposing his leonine fangs. "So am I."
"You have a really nice costume...." The vampire boy murmured.
"Costume...? This is no costume."
Booming laughter and a flock of bats drove the screaming children out of the Manor and down the lane; back to their homes to wish they'd never dared venture out on that fateful evening.
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"Were the bats necessary?" Walter stood grinning in the doorway leading into the hall.
"Absolutely!" Alucard exclaimed; his grin practically splitting his face.
The true vampire stepped out into the moonlight.
" This is the best Michaelmas I've ever had!"
It was All Hallows Eve, and all was quiet within the Hellsing manor. Not even the perpetually moving butler stirred this evening; he sat in his chamber, reading by the light of a small lamp.
Outside at the front gate was a different story.
"I'm gonna do it this year!" A group of three boys stood outside the old iron gate. They were dressed for the occasion- one was wearing a sheet in imitation of a ghost, one was all in red with horns and a tail in semblance of a devil, and thier leader was dressed in imitation of a cinema vampire.
The Devil was the first to voice his dissent. " We've been walking all the way up here for three blinking years, and we've NEVER knocked on that door!" He crossed his arms across his chest, in an attempt to hide the shiver being in this place gave him.
"Then why do you come every year?" The Vampire pushed the unsecured gate open and proceeded toward the forbidding door. The Ghost reluctantly followed, but stopped to see if the Devil was coming along.
"Go on! He won't make it to the door anyways..." The Devil stayed in his place by the gate, his eyes defiant but curious.
Two shadowy figures watched the spectacle from a window above.
" I'm gonna do it!" The Vampire had reached the door. He'd never made it this far. The Ghost stood at the foot of the stairs, unable to summon the courage to stand before the ominous portal.
The Vampire turned to goad his companion into climbing the stairs when one of the massive oak doors swung aside.
"Can I help you?" A man who could only be the butler stood on the other side of the door. He was rail thin; his glossy black hair and monacle shone in the golden light that streamed out of the doorway. The Vampire swallowed hard. "Trick... Trick or treat..." The Ghost and the Vampire chorused weakly.
"Oh, of course!" The butler touched his temple with a white-gloved hand. "It's Halloween. How forgetful of me. Do wait here in the hall while I find you a treat."
The Ghost and The Vampire waited nervously in the hall as the butler disappeared. "We made it, we made it!" The vampire embraced his companion briefly. "This isn't so scary." The Ghost observed, his sheet turning with his head.
"What is this?" A man had glided halfway down the stairs, somehow going unnoticed until that exact moment. "Happy Halloween sir!" The Vampire smiled and waved at the man. " Walter must be fetching you candy. How hospitable of him."
Without making a sound, their tall, dark host came gliding down the stairs; his raven black hair and cape streaming behind him.
"And what are you supposed to be?" His scrutiny made the two boys squirm. "Imma ghost..." The sheet-wearing boy declared weakly.
"And you?" The man's wine-dark eyes held The Vampire fast. " I'm a... I'm a...." He stuttered, unable to look away from the man's burning gaze.
" Vampire?" The cloaked man finished for him. The boy nodded weakly. The man grinned, exposing his leonine fangs. "So am I."
"You have a really nice costume...." The vampire boy murmured.
"Costume...? This is no costume."
Booming laughter and a flock of bats drove the screaming children out of the Manor and down the lane; back to their homes to wish they'd never dared venture out on that fateful evening.
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"Were the bats necessary?" Walter stood grinning in the doorway leading into the hall.
"Absolutely!" Alucard exclaimed; his grin practically splitting his face.
The true vampire stepped out into the moonlight.
" This is the best Michaelmas I've ever had!"