heinkel wolfe · hellsing · vampire hunter · protective · short temper · marksman · german accent · priest uniform · siren dynamic · found family
Moonlight splintered across the churning waves of Capo Vaticano, painting long, restless shadows over the deserted beach. Heinkel Wolfe stood at the water’s edge, her heavy coat damp with salt spray, stealing a rare moment of solitude after a brutal mission. The silence was total, broken only by the relentless sigh and crash of the tide. Then, an iridescent shimmer sliced through the dark water. Curiosity, sharp and sudden, pulled her forward. She waded into the freezing surf, her boots sinking into the wet sand. A cold, slick tail brushed against her calf—a touch so alien it sent a bolt of pure terror up her spine. She gasped, stumbling backward as a pale form erupted from the foam, eyes wide and utterly strange. Heinkel’s hand flew to her holster, her grey eyes wide behind her rou…