Hellsing: Alushy

“Bastards!”

The frustrated police officer took off his hat briefly, rubbing at his forehead. He was a man in his early forties, his brown hairline barely beginning to recede. He placed his uniform’s hat back on his head, adjusting it quickly, before raising his head again.

“What?” the officer asked, frustrated, “can you repeat that one more time? Rarity Belle Hellsing, is it?”

Rarity leaned back in her chair slightly, sapphire eyes half lidded behind her red-rimmed glasses. In one of her hands was a fancy cigarette holder, a faint trail of smoke leading off the end. She looked rather stunning in her blue suit as she sat there. Rarity took a long drag of her cigarette, exhaling the smoke after a few seconds.

“Very well. I’ll start again,” Rarity resigned, sitting up straight once more. “They’re ghouls, and the village of Dodge Junction has become a den of ghouls. A ghoul is what happens when a deflowered human is bitten by a vampire. They’re very much like zombies under the control of a vampire—which means that there’s a vampire somewhere in Dodge Junction.”

“A vampire? Are you serious? Do you really expect me to believe in this occult nonsense?” the officer retorted sharply.

“Why on earth would a cheap bureaucrat like yourself know anything on the matter? How dare you even question my credentials?” Rarity’s eyes burned behind her glasses, smoke blowing from her nose from her last inhale. The officer looked shocked for a moment. Calming herself, Rarity sank back into her chair, then closed her eyes briefly.

“The Hellsing Organization has been defending Equestria from such monsters for generations,” the magical woman explained. “The Hellsing Organization is a special operations agency charged by Her Majesty with the duty of finding and eradicating all supernatural and satanic threats to the Crown. There's a vampire in Dodge Junction that's controlling the ghouls—a monster from the pits of Tartarus. Send in all the troops you wish, send every last man under your command; they'll end up little more than meat. Or they may suffer a worse fate. When a vampire drinks from a willing virgin, a new vampire is created. Otherwise, your people become food, and then join the vampire's unholy legion of ghouls.”

The officer looked sick, his face paling slightly as he bit his lip in worry. Rarity felt contentment in watching his expression. She smirked, putting out her cigarette and handing the holder off to her spiky green-haired butler, who stood beside her.

“Sir, I’ve completely lost radio contact with Squads One and Two,” a correspondent said, looking over his shoulder from where he sat at a radio station with a number of others at his side.

“Pony feathers! What’s going on? Report. Come in!” the officer demanded, rising from his seat.

“If you are going to stop the ghouls from further multiplying, you’ll need to terminate that vampire at the source. That’s where Hellsing comes in. We’ll take care of your vampire,” Rarity announced. She couldn’t keep the small amount of smugness from her voice. The officer looked back to her.

“That's . . . insane.”

Rarity allowed a small huff of laughter to escape her. “I assure you, gentlemen, that our finest vampire hunter is already en route to Dodge Junction as we speak. This will be settled in a matter of hours.”

“What sort of agent would handle this?”

“When dealing with monsters—vampires especially—I promise there is no greater expert walking this earth.”

Yellow shaded glasses glinted in the darkness. A figure walked through the dry, sand-filled desert, boots nearly silent as they stalked about.

“How beautiful . . . Nights like this make me want to have a bite to drink. Yes . . . I couldn't imagine more, perfect evening,” Alushy purred, a smirk on her face. The bat-like wings folded on her back shifted slightly with a dry rustle. Her long legs carried her quickly across the sand, and her lanky arms swung at her sides with each step.

Pinkie Pie stumbled, nearly tripping over her own feet as she frantically shot at the beast walking towards her. He—if it could even be called a he anymore—grinned maniacally, razor sharp teeth showing. The police woman desperately glanced around in terror. When she'd decided to be an officer of the law, this was the last thing she had expected.

“Theres no use running!” the vampire snarled. Pinkie aimed her gun and released another few bullets. The vampire flinched slightly, but the wounds quickly healed, showing no sign he'd ever obtained them. He laughed. “And bullets won't help you either!”

Pinkie Pie turned and prepared to run, but she found herself standing before two zombie-ish men. Their eyes glowed red, skin unnatural colors. One of them had wings, but one of the feathered appendages had already become detached some where along the line, leaving him with a tattered scrap of what used to be.

“Ah!” Pinkie cried, blue eyes widening. “Cinnamon? Starry?” She looked on in horror at only a pair of who her fellow officers used to be. They both released strangled growls, but didn't attack her.

“That’s right! Your little boy friends belong to me now! And soon you'll belong to me, too . . .” the vampire muttered, closing in on her with outstretched hands. Pinkie released another few bullets, but her clip ran dry. She screamed as he grabbed her and yanked her close.

“Out of your loyalty, my servant. I wouldn't want a vampire with free will running around,” the vampire continued. “Pity I can't find a virgin that's as pretty as you . . . I'm going to violate you, I'm going to drain your blood, slowly. Then you will join the rest of my ghouls—my slave for eternity . . .”

I can't believe this is happening . . . Pinkie Pie thought in terror, her heart absolutely racing inside her chest. A blush formed out of embarrassment and anger spread across her face as he ran a hand where it shouldn't go.

Alushy followed the screams. They weren't that hard to hear, considering whoever was screaming had a very high-pitched, girly voice. The vampire continued her walk over the sand covered grounds, traveling around a large rock formation to find herself standing before a large group of ghouls, their eyes glowing red in the background. In the center of their ranks stood a lone, rogue vampire and a very short young woman with blue eyes and dark pink curly hair that fell down to her mid back. The vampire had the woman’s arms pinned behind her back.

“Who the hell are you?!” the vampire barked, red eyes wide and mouth contorted in a snarl.

Alushy’s smile grew, the moonlight reflecting off her yellow tinted glasses. “Your death,” she responded smoothly.

The vampire stared for a brief moment before emitting a cackle. “My death? Oh, really? My Celestia, this is pathetic.” He glanced at the platoon of ghouls that stood around him. “Kill her.”

Instantly, the ghouls pulled out guns and fired at Alushy. The female vampire was jerked around by the force of the bullets penetrating her body. Blood rained down onto the sandy ground around her, and eventually the bullets stopped. The vampire grinned as Alushy’s body fell to the ground, nearly nothing more than a lump of bloody flesh at this point.

“Is that the best you've got?” the vampire asked snidely, thinking he'd won, and then laughed. Pinkie Pie twitched in his grasp, her mouth contorted into a grimace.

Alushy fidgeted, her shattered limbs quivering. Her mangled mouth opened, revealing dagger-like teeth. A low, throaty chuckle rumbled through the air.

“Your agent’s a vampire?!”

Rarity smiled, eyes half lidded in satisfaction at the officer’s disbelief. “Correct. You see, humans make poor vampire killers. They are frail, they are mortal, they are corruptible—body, mind, and soul. The most effective weapon against the vampire is another, more powerful, vampire. The Hellsing organization has such a creature in its ménage. And let me assure you, gentleman, our vampire has power beyond imagination.”

Alushy’s body rose from the sand, her limbs regenerating swiftly. Flesh stitched itself back together, blood flowed upwards into her body, clothes reappeared like nothing had ever happened. The rogue vampire stared in astonishment at her, and Pinkie Pie blinked rapidly.

Alushy smirked, reaching into one of her coat’s breast pockets for a long silver gun. Moonlight reflected off it. Taking a few moments to show it off, she held it up and then took aim at a ghoul. Gunshots rang out, and blood sprayed in large waves as she took out ghoul after ghoul.

“What?!” the rogue vampire snarled, looking around at the carnage, “how is she killing them?! It’s those bullets!”

“The silver cross in Starswirl’s Cathedral was melted down to make these thirteen millimeter exploding shells,” Alushy answered, her voice showing cockiness. She had stopped firing by now—the ghouls were dead, merely bloody pieces scattered across the desert surrounding them. “Nothing I shoot ever gets up again . . .”

“But why?! Tell me! Why fight to save these pathetic humans?!” the vampire asked in frustration. He yanked Pinkie Pie closer to him, making sure her small form hid him. The young woman trembled, closing her eyes in fright. “Don't take another step. The girl's the last survivor. Don’t you want to save her? Be reasonable. I’m not asking for much. Just a bit of help. You can look the other way.”

Alushy simply cocked her head slightly. “Are you a virgin, my dear?”

Pinkie Pie gasped in shock.

“What are you doing?!” the vampire roared.

“I'm asking if you're a virgin!” Alushy repeated.

“Vir . . . I . . .” Pinkie stammered, face red.

You bitch!” the vampire growled.

“Answer me!” Alushy demanded.

“Ye-yes! I am!” Pinkie exclaimed, eyes squeezed shut.

Alushy raised her gun abruptly, shooting Pinkie Pie through her chest. The bullet ripped through her soft flesh into the vampire behind her, effectively killing him as he emitted a strangled last few words of anger.

Pinkie lay on the ground, blood soaking the front of her police uniform. She tried to choke out something, but blood bubbled in her throat and over her lips, leaving a trail of red down the side of her face. In extreme pain, large tears welled in her once bright blue eyes. The bullet had gone through the center of her chest, leaving a gaping hole. Alushy walked over, towering over the fallen woman. The vampire bent down to get closer to her victim.

“I had to shoot through you to pierce his heart. I’m sorry, but you’re dying. And there’s no time left,” Alushy began, voice low. “The choice is yours. What do you want to do?” Pinkie gurgled quietly, confused. What did this creature want with her? Did she want to . . . transform her into a vampire like her?

Should I . . . ? Yes . . . I want to live-! I'm too young to die!

Pinkie struggled to nod her head as tears ran down her face. A trembling hand stretched out in agony, desperately trying to convey to the vampire that she wished to live. Alushy grinned.

“Police girl . . . tonight is truly . . . a beautiful night.”