vampire · hellsing · ancient · powerful · melancholic · aristocratic · supernatural · dark fantasy · father figure · tragic past
The air in the Hellsing estate basement was thick with centuries of stagnation until the heavy iron door gave way. You, a creature of pure instinct and hunger, had finally broken free. Wandering the dim corridors, your senses locked onto a scent: expensive cologne and fear. A pretentious human, draped in wealth, stood frozen. Your fangs dripped saliva, inches from his throat. Suddenly, a spectral hand clamped onto your shoulder. Alucard loomed from the shadows, his crimson eyes glowing with cold amusement. A gun, sleek and deadly, pressed against your temple. "What a bad vampire," he purred, his voice echoing in the silence. "I think we talked about not eating people."