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The Reappearance of She (Part 1)

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Wilhelmina...Your story isn't over yet.”
Fire and rubble, the stench of blood that filled the air mixed with the heavy weight of smoke and ashes. This city lay in ruins and amidst the crashed remnants of a zeppelin, sat a woman naked and confused with nothing but the memory of a pair of silvery eyes looking at her and the bittersweet taste of blood on her tongue. She could not recall where she was, who she was nor how she got to be amidst the chaos surrounding her.
You have to move Mina.” A voice in her mind spoke with an urgent yet careful tone. She was sure this voice was not her own, for it was a male one. Yet, with only a slight bit of hesitation, the woman carefully got on her feet. She took a step, being a bit unbalanced as her entire body felt new and unused, as if it only had become her own in the matter of hours. “You have to survive...” The voice told her, urging her forward with each step with a hidden force coming from within herself as she slowly made her way away from the crash sight and further into what was left of the city that felt like it was crumbling all around her.
You have to survive, your story isn't over yet.”

Thirty years have passed since that chaotic night.
She had been quick to learn that her name was Wilhelmina, Mina for short, as the voice had told her so. But beyond that, she knew nothing about herself aside that she was not human. She also learned that the city around her was London. Was, as not much had remained from that very night. The city was still much in ruins and in the darkness now lurked creatures that had claimed some of the neighborhoods as their own, while the humans focused their efforts on rebuilding and protecting the parts of the city that were still their own. Mina was such creature, yet she wasn't quite aware of her very nature, nor did she understand it. All she knew was that the sunlight stung, making her feel sick and weak. While at times she found herself overcome with an incredible thirst that could not be quenched by normal means.

It was a clear night sky, Mina noted as she stared up at the stars and the moon, which seemed to look like it held a red tint tonight. Yet still it brought her peace and the night sky was the only thing that had brought her comfort in all these lonely years. Years in which she hadn't aged a day.
She till looked like a youthful young woman, looking no older then twenty one. With a dark shade of blonde hair that reached down to just above her waist, with bangs that framed her pale face. With bright blue eyes she gazed up at the very heavens, not looking where she was walking. Not that she needed too. She wore a dark green corset dress, with the skirt just barely revealing the boots she wore underneath. To shield her from the cold she had a gray shawl clutched around her shoulders.
Mina walked the same ruined streets every night and she knew the location of each piece of rubble nearly as good as the back of her hand. That and there was a force within her that somehow guided her without making her trip or bump into anything. One she only guessed belonged to the voice that kept her company within her own mind and tried to teach her things about the world that so lost to her as well as try to teach her just what she was, without breaking her fragile mind.
Can you try and remember Mina?” The voice asked her, a question it repeated nearly every night.
Mina stopped in her steps and closed her eyes, trying to remember the life she must have had before she found herself amidst all that chaos and death thirty years ago. But, like all the previous attempts, the memories would not come. All that came to her mind was a dark yet clear night, with intense red eyes staring at her from the shadows. And then, after every time she tried, a sharp pain formed in her neck, as if her body remembered something her mind could not. Wobbling a bit on her feet, Mina quickly moved to support herself against a nearby wall, panting slightly as the pain momentarily spread through the rest of her body. It was something she had gotten used too by now, but yet it frustrated her that she could not remember. Surely she must have had a life before, the owner of those eyes she saw every time must have meant something to her. Why else would that come to her every time she tried to remember.

“Are you alright miss?” A voice not coming from within broke Mina out of her train of thought and she looked as a heavy set drunk man stumbled over to her, bottle still in hand and the stench of alcohol heavy on his breath. Human, obviously, having drank too much and decided to take a walk while still drinking. Homeless by the looks of his dirty and tattered clothes. “You look like you could use a drink...” The man slurred his words, offering his bottle to her. But Mina had no want for whatever beverage the man was offering to her. No, what she wanted, what she felt she needed was something else. Slowly her blue eyes changed their hue to red as the unquenchable thirst started to set in and take the upper hand of Mina's mind.
The man suddenly looked alarmed and he stumbled back. “Vam...!” He tried to call out something in alarm, but he couldn't even finish the word as Mina lunged herself at him. With strength one could not comprehend a petite woman like her could possess, she kept the man pinned to the ground while she sunk sharp fangs into his neck, drinking from him and draining the drunkard of his blood. The man tried to struggle, tried to break free. But eventually the struggling became less and less, till there was no struggling left and all and the man simply ceased to move at all.
When there was nothing left did Mina slowly got up from the man on the floor, her eyes changing back to blue as she slowly regained her senses. She took a step back in shock when she noticed body and realized what she had done. While this wasn't the first time she found herself having unintentionally killed someone, the shock of the realization still got to her every time. She caught a glimpse of something in the corner of her eyes, making her jump. But when she looked, all she saw was her own reflection in the nearby window. Big scared blue eyes staring back at her with blood covered lips and blood stains on her shawl.
Mina you have to run.” The voice in her mind urged with an alarming tone. “They cannot find you here Mina. You have to run!” And while Mina never understood just who 'They' were, she did run as she feared what might happen if she would be caught.
 Using as many as the alleyways and side streets she could, she tried to place as much distance between her and where she just was as possible, always fearing that she was being followed and had to shake off her pursuers before she could return to her sanctuary. A left and then a right and a few more twists and turns deeper into the territory of the creatures of the night, where no one even cared if one ran past with blood stained upon their clothes. For each night there was always at least someone fleeing from something. Always at least someone who had done a horrible act within the darkness. The only thing that mattered was if anyone ever got caught that night.
Slowly, as Mina calmed down, she stopped her run and moved more into the direction of her sanctuary, yet still kept herself to the alleyways and the side streets. Her eyes kept darting around her surroundings, still in fear that with every step something or someone might jump out of the shadows and catch her. If she still had a pulse, surely it would have been thumping madly. Only when she saw her sanctuary, a run down church which still stood proudly despite the wear of time and the ruin that had befallen the city, came into view.
It was something that Mina had come to call her home. A place where she felt safe and one that hadn't been tried to be taken away from her ever since she had come to live there.
While the small church still stood relatively proud in comparison to the rest of the neighborhood, up close it was clear the ruin the building had endured. While the walls still stood firm, a lot of the classic colored glass windows did not survive. The interior did not fair any better or worse. Nearly all of the hard wooden furniture that stood in the once grand entrance of the church, was lost to lack of maintenance and rot. The little bits Mina could salvage over the years, inside the church and outside of it, she had placed in a small back room, which was what truly had been her home and sanctuary.

A weary sigh escaped her lips when she entered the room, leaning against the heavy wooden door after she closed it behind herself. It was cozy, with various pieces of furniture that Mina had managed to gather from the surrounding houses. The windows were boarded up to keep the outside weather and cold out and what gave the rooms light and some semblance of warmth were candles she had placed on various shelves and cabinets. She took of her shawl and slowly moved about the room, grabbing a box of matches and lighting the candles with an absent mind.
You must not blame yourself Mina...” The voice tried to ease her away from her guilt. But it was in vain as Mina could never let go of it. She killed a man, a innocent person who simply wished to aid her. Perhaps she should have just stayed where she was and let ´them´ find her. Have them put her to justice like they had done to many others before her who had done such a horrible crime. It was no excuse that she was thirsty, that the blood was the only thing that kept her alive. She took a life that was not hers to take.
 After lighting various of the many candles she owned, Mina moved over to her bed, which was nothing but a couple of wooden pellets supporting a mattress. She slumped down on it, curling up slightly as she pulled the woolen blanket over herself as she attempted to hide from the world. Perhaps all would be better if she were just found by those she always tried to flee from, she thought to herself. The final thought before she slipped into slumber. A rest she felt she desperately needed right now.

But even in sleep did Mina not find peace. Her mind was tormented with nightmares of things that had come to pass once, but that she could not comprehend. There was the sensation of being buried alive, even though her eyes could not see. The feeling of being wrapped and constricted so much that she could not move, with the feeling of intense pain washing over her. It felt like her very skin, her very flesh was being stripped from her.
Sanity and Insanity once fought over her, trampled her underfoot and this is what is left.” Someone spoke, but it was a voice she could never recognize. “She is our beginning and our end.” The pain intensified and Mina tried to scream. There were visions of war, of people dying, being killed and she felt every bit of it while the images remained a blur. All she could make out was a tall shadowy figure causing this pain. Then there were those silvery eyes again and the taste of bittersweet on her tongue.

Mina woke up with a jolt from that point, sitting upright in an instance as she looked around herself in a mild panic, though she calmed when she saw that familiar interior that had been her home for thirty years now. She almost laid back down till she heard something in the grand hall of the church. It was the soft thumping of footsteps against the creaking wooden floors. Someone was inside! But no one ever came inside. Everyone always left her to herself.
 But that wasn't everything. There was a certain feeling of dread in the air and to Mina it was a feeling she felt familiar with, even though she hadn't experienced it for as long as she could remember.
We are found...” They were words that did not bring Mina peace, yet it was something she had come to accept. It had only been a manner of time before she could no longer hide and if she had to be honest with herself, she was tired of running anyway.
 She got up from her bed and walked over to her door, startled when a heavy voice from the other side suddenly spoke to her.
“Are you coming out peacefully?” It was a voice that was familiar to her, yet she couldn't place it.
Slowly she opened the door and stepped into the main hall of the church, keeping her gaze solely on her own feet. She could sense the familiar stranger, standing in the middle of the room and she could feel his gaze upon her. Taking careful steps, she moved to where the altar once stood and looked towards where this figure stood. She started by looking at his feet, he was wearing heavy black boots which came up to right below his knees. As she slowly turned her gaze more upwards, she saw that the figure, a man obviously, wore a black suit underneath a red coat with a red tie.
 Though when her eyes saw his face, Mina froze. There they were, those sharp red eyes that always came to her mind whenever she tried to remember her life. And seeing them, in person, it brought a single word to Mina's lips which she uttered with a soft and hardly used voice;
“Master.”
Part 2

I know my last attempt at a fanfic kind of just stopped abruptly. Simply cause I lost the drive for it and over time my preferred couple shifted from one with an original character to one with a character that is actually in Hellsing, even if her screen time was rather limited. 
So yes, this is an attempt at writing solo again after I've been writing with other people for quite some time, so bare with me. Also please excuse any grammar mistakes that might have been over looked here and there. Grammar is not my strong suit and English is not my native language. 
And yes...I put this in romance...So you can expect that if I do go on with this that it will have sappy stuff in it, most likely. Deal with it. 

Have fun.

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