Stupid, Stupid Vampire; The Story of Alucard and You [Chapter One]

That is, if you could get to sleep. You unfortunately couldn't get to sleep. No way, Jose. Not with your three group members snoring loudly or tossing and turning. Then again, you couldn't blame them. These beds were terribly uncomfortable. You wanted to enjoy your graduation trip, but these damn beds seemed to be restricting the very idea.

You were so excited a month before your graduation ceremony back in the United States when you got that little white permission slip to go to England for your school's graduation trip. A few thousand dollars later, you were on an aeroplane to one of the most historical cities in the world for a whole week! You and your three best gal pals were in a group together, and you kept fantasising over what might happen in London. One of your friends was extremely excited to go see the theatre production of Sweeney Todd, while the other two were squealing about going shopping to get some London fashions. You yourself just wanted to go sight-seeing.

Giving up on these atrocious hotel beds, you got out from underneath the sheets, being careful as to not wake your friend who was sharing the other half of the bed, and walked over to the window, where heavy curtains were drawn to block any light. You pulled the curtains back a little to gaze out onto the streets below you.

The street lamps basked small circles of the ground in a warm, orange glow, and the only thing moving in the hotel parking lot were the tiny dots moving around the lights. You sighed and walked over to the T.V. stand where there was a small clock, carved to look like a replica of Big Ben. 3:01... You sighed. You still had to wait three and a half hours before you could go to the lobby to get breakfast. You didn't really care. Reaching into your suitcase, you pulled out the first things you could grab; a pair of dark-wash straight-leg jeans and cotton turquoise turtleneck. You got out of your P.J.s and pulled on white socks and the pants. After you put on the turtleneck, you pushed the sleeves up to your elbows and then put on your black boots that were just a cheap spin-off Doc Martin's. You figured you'd rather pay $20 for boots that looked like the designer brand than pay $130 more for the actual thing. After getting dressed and running your fingers through your hair as a make-shift comb, you grabbed one of the room keys and excited the room.

You were thankful that you had your weird habit of stuffing each of your pants pockets with cash before packing them. People always thought this was strange, but hey. You kept convincing yourself that you had short-term memory loss, and besides; You never know when you would need some cash. With that being said, your tummy rumbled. You reached into your pants pocket and pulled out a ten-dollar bill and headed to the nearest vending machine.

Aaaaaand you cursed yourself. This just PROVED that you had something wrong with your brain. When you arrived at the vending machine full of all sorts of treats and snacks, you were about to put in the bill to get a bag of Sunchips when you realized that you were trying to pay with American money. You were in England. And you didn't exchange your American money for English pounds.

"Damn it! I knew I was forgetting something! How the bloody hell did I graduate from school?!" You asked yourself. "I'm so! Freaking! Hungry!"

"So am I."

You jumped at the sudden voice behind you, and you put a hand on your heart, trying to calm it down. "SHEESH! You nearly gave me a heart-attack!" You turned around to face the stranger who scared the living daylights out of you.

"My dearest apologies." The stranger said. You took this moment to look at them. You say that it was a boy around your age, and he was rather gaunt-looking and lanky. His hair was the darkest black you've ever seen, and his skin was as pale as the moonlight that was currently not available, due to the fact that it was a new moon tonight. His eyes were haggard and cavernous, not to mention a deep red in colour. To put it as-a-matter-of-fact-ly, he was quite spooky looking. "Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" ...But he was polite.

"Well... you wouldn't mind lending me a few pounds, would you?"

"Oh, I'm sorry miss. I don't have any money on me."

This puzzled you. "But didn't you say you were hungry?"

"I did... but I don't need stupid human food." Your stomachs were doing flip-flops at this point. You had a really bad feeling. "I would prefer to snack on the human themselves."

That was all the motivation you needed to start running down the hall at a pace faster than you ever had in your life. You slowed down when you saw your three friends exit your room, and you came to a complete halt when they looked in your direction. Those weren't your friends. Last time you checked, none of your friends had violet eyes that glowed with hunger. Their faces were grey, their mouths opened askew to show a horrid array of gnarly teeth.

'Those aren't my friends... those aren't my friends!'

Pretty soon, more of these ugly creatures poured out into the halls, blocking your path. You turned back around, only to run right into the boy you met before. He grabbed your wrist as you started tumbling backwards. He smiled, showing off his teeth and the two fangs that sparkled dangerously.

"Now now, miss. Don't you think it's rather rude to run from someone like that?" His red eyes seemed to be lusting for something... "Then again, it is more fun to chase your prey," You shuddered at the word. "so their adrenaline enhances the sweet taste of their blood." He started to pull down the collar of your turtleneck. His mouth closing the space between his lips and your flesh.

"You're a vampire!" you screamed once you were out of your shock.

"He's no vampire," a voice from nowhere stated.

The vampire boy immediately shot up, forgetting about your neck, and started glancing around. "Who the fuck's there?!"

"Filth like you don't deserve to be called vampires."

"Come out from wherever you are, you little shit! Stop hiding!" Just then, a chuckle could be heard coming from every direction, echoing off the walls. The vampire holding your wrist threw you aside and pulled a pocket-knife out from his pocket and held it out in front of him like a dagger. "Where are you?!"

"Above you."

The vampire looked up as did you, your curiosity getting the better of you... and you saw a pair of disembodied red eyes and a wide, maniac grin plastered on the ceiling. The vampire that attacked you started screaming and started the run away when a long, red-clad arm dropped from the ceiling, wielding a large gun. It shot one bullet through the head of the vampire, and said vampire dropped to the floor in a crumpled mess before turning into dust. The arm in the ceiling then started to get longer, and a full face began to appear... torso, hips, legs, feet... until this man dropped gracefully to the ground. He had soft black hair, and was wearing a red coat of sorts, with a grey suit and red neck-tie. He was wearing white gloves with some sort of pentagram on them, and brown riding boots. He turned to face your not-friends, and spoke to someone. "Annihilate them, Police Girl," he said with a grin. You heard a very loud gunshot, and then saw all your not-friends scream in pain as the were blown to dust. Literally. Dust was everywhere, and it started to settle all over you.

This grossed you out, and you started to brush it all off, a few 'Eeeww's and 'Gross's coming from you. You looked at the red-clad man, wondering who the hell he was, and who this mysterious "Police Girl" was. Said red-clad man turned to face you.

"Are you all right, ______?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm fi-" Wait. 'How does he know my name?! Who is he?!'

"To put it simply, I read your mind, and I am Alucard, the No-Life King, the Ultimate Vampire, the Nosferatu, and servant of the Hellsing Organization. Now that I've told you all this, and seeing as you witnessed the silence of the FREAK and those ghouls, I have no choice but to take you with me."