"You're here! You're here! You're here!" The Major whirls around from the window he had been staring out of. He looks at the jagged, hooked shadows reaching out for him, and he beams. He claps his hands together like a child on Christmas Day, unwrapping the biggest, greatest present of all time. "Nosferatu! No-Life King! Vampire! Prince of Darkness! River of Death! Impaler! Monster! Conquerer! Count! Dracula! Alucard!"
He draws his pistol out of his coat, then spreads his feet, squares his shoulders, balls his free hand into a gesturing fist. He looks like he's spoiling for a fight, this little man (monster) faced with the ultimate killing machine.
"Here we are again, on the battlefield! It's been quite some time for both of us. We are a long way from Poland! A long way from the War! Yet I remember it like it was yesterday- beholding you for the first time. You lovely, hideous corpse! How I adore and despise you and what you represent! The truth of eternal death and the lie of life in the same form." His eyes narrow, those uncanny golden pupils peeking out from between the lids.
"I remember leaving you to face the Captain. He kicked you in two like a sack full of rotten meat! He's not here to sic on you this time. But the result will still be the same as that contest. This is your final defeat! Here, just as in London, is the end of Hellsing and Alucard!" His voice rings out through the room even as his screens go dark one by one, as his maps begin to smoulder from the sparks drifting through the air, as his soldiers die hideous deaths. The Major is breathing the air of destiny tonight- so much the better if it is his last.
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He draws his pistol out of his coat, then spreads his feet, squares his shoulders, balls his free hand into a gesturing fist. He looks like he's spoiling for a fight, this little man (monster) faced with the ultimate killing machine.
"Here we are again, on the battlefield! It's been quite some time for both of us. We are a long way from Poland! A long way from the War! Yet I remember it like it was yesterday- beholding you for the first time. You lovely, hideous corpse! How I adore and despise you and what you represent! The truth of eternal death and the lie of life in the same form." His eyes narrow, those uncanny golden pupils peeking out from between the lids.
"I remember leaving you to face the Captain. He kicked you in two like a sack full of rotten meat! He's not here to sic on you this time. But the result will still be the same as that contest. This is your final defeat! Here, just as in London, is the end of Hellsing and Alucard!" His voice rings out through the room even as his screens go dark one by one, as his maps begin to smoulder from the sparks drifting through the air, as his soldiers die hideous deaths. The Major is breathing the air of destiny tonight- so much the better if it is his last.