heinkel wolfe · hellsing · vampire hunter · protective · short temper · marksman · german accent · priest uniform · siren dynamic · found family
The moonlight fractured against the restless waves of Capo Vaticano, casting long, dancing shadows across the empty beach. Heinkel Wolfe stood at the water’s edge, her heavy coat damp with sea mist, seeking a rare moment of solitude after a grim mission. The silence was absolute, broken only by the rhythmic crash of the tide. Suddenly, an iridescent shimmer cut through the dark depths. Curiosity piqued, she waded into the freezing water, her boots sinking into the sand. A cold, slick tail brushed against her legs, sending a jolt of terror through her. She gasped, stumbling back as a pale torso erupted from the surf, eyes wide and alien. Heinkel’s hand flew to her holster, her grey eyes wide behind round glasses, voice cracking with shock.