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Millennium Crisis
Disclaimer: I do not own Black Lagoon or Hellsing.
The word brought those in the room to attention, the little said word meant there was going to be something very important.
"You haf been called here today to see your newest members," drawled the Dok, his gloved hands clasped behind his back, "They vere known ast the Vampire Twins Comen in the Undervorld. They haf killed thousands, much like the vampires. Today, they vill join our ranks."
"I ask you only zis, accept them. Accept the fact they vill be vone of my best creations in this century."
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A swirl of images, all of them undecipherable, much of it blurred. All she could remember...all he could remember...was...
A girl with wolf's eyes, grey like the steel table she was lying on, opened. She blinked several times, unable to move her limbs. Her vision was blurred, the images from her dream began to fade away. but with all her willpower, she tried to hold on the few strays that did not filter from her fingertips.
An image of a kind face, in a white collar shirt and tie, laughing. Her heart melted with emotion as the image slowly dissolved.
Her vision came into focus, as did her memories. For th first time in years, her emotions began to break her walls, like that of a flood breaking and destroying the walls. What wonders did kindness have indeed?
Tears flowed freely, only then when she moved her head slightly, did she catch her reflection on a nearby tray of surgical tools. Long white hair, sharp silver eyes, and fair skin. Her moment of peace was gone when she realized she was supposed to be dead. Suddenly the paralysis broke, as Gretel sat up right, realizing they were both dead.
Brother... Lo and behold, on her left was her twin and beloved brother. Clad in a mere nightgown like her own, and asleep. Gretel sighed in relief. But surprises weren't over yet. Sounds far off from behind a door were picked up by her well-trained ears. Before she could react the door opened. A very thin man in a extremely bloody lab coat, a jumpsuit that revealed his belly, multi-len glasses, and surgical gloves entered the room.
Gretel took notice of his hands, the pinky and the digit next to it was fused together. "Ah, I see you're avake. Good. It vill be much easier,"said the doctor, or rather the mad scientist.The child murderess tilted her head with a slightly confused expression on her face, "Where am I?"
"Your new home," said the man as he adjusted the his glasses, "You vere in wery good shape vhen you arrived. I need to give you a checkup before I let you out." He pulled a small tray of syringes and knives towards him and turned to face Gretel; only find her in his face with a scalpel at his throat, resting neatly next to his jugular vein. The girl's face did not change, merely a childish smile and cold vicious temperament, "I think you'll let me out now."
"Hahaha..." chuckled the man somewhat insanely. He said something that caused her to loosen her weapon slightly, "Wery vell, go on ahead." Her eyes flashed disbelievingly and slit his throat. A calm gurgle of blood sprayed all over her face. But to her surprise it was not warm.
It was icy cold. The next move surprised her as the man grabbed the scalpel and jerked it out of his throat, placing it in one of the dirty trays. "Tut, tut, tut! You should not be disrespectful to your elders," said the doctor scientist calmly as he rubbed his throat, "It seems there is no need for that check up." Walking silently to the tray had pulled over before he picked up two syringes, one blue and one green.
Ignoring the blood drenched girl, he began to walk towards her brother's still form, chuckling at her shock.
"Let me see...ja...You two are a good base, I'll give you that," muttered the doctor as he jabbed a cruel-looking needle into her brother's neck before moving to hide her view. When he moved again, in a few seconds, both syringes void of any blue or green liquid, Hansel was as peaceful as before.
Except that his body was now strapped down.
Gretel saw that the belts were made of heavy-set leather and reinforced with mail. Links of reinforced chains acting like a bullet-proof strip of cloth, "What are you going to do with him?"
The Doctor did not answer, instead he pulled an object from his coat. It was a small box. opening it, Gretel saw what lay inside.
A vial of red blood. The sight of it made her hungry.
"Yes, I haf that urge too," said the man suddenly, surprising her. "You may call me Dok. Eweryvone calls me that." He lifted the vial and slid it into a syringe, locking the blood inside and began to slide it into her brother's skin.
The moment the needle entered his skin, Hansel gave a guttural scream that shocked even his sister. The scream echoed through the soundproof lab as it swam across the entire complex.
Far off a man smiled, the scream flowing like music to his ears.
Gretel stood rooted to the ground, frozen in place as she watched her Hansel struggle in his bonds, canines protruding from the inside of his lips, eyes yellow from rage. She felt a sudden rage welling up from the inside of her, at this man who dares to hurt her brother, to tie him up and...and... Her mind was clouded with hate and loathing, but a sudden presence calmed her. The aura even touched the struggling Hansel, who began to merely growl at the mad Dok.
The aura took away her tense feeling and her rage, it felt like it belonged to a calming entity with an equally strong will to protect...her...and her brother.
No longer ragin in anger, her eyes reverted to their normal kitten-like innocence. Gretel looked up to see a very tall man in a foreboding white trenchcoat, a white officer's cap, blond hair and the kind blue eyes that gave off that calming feeling. Their eyes met. She soon felt drawn to this man, this creature that had connected himself to her. Though his features were emotionless, she could feel a bubbling happiness cousring from him.
He turned to face the Dok, who nervously backed away. Gretel felt the man move and reached out to take a hold of his coat. To her surprise, she felt his hands tighten slightly around hers'. Again she felt a bubble of happiness as this man walked up to the growling Hansel and placed a hand upon his head.
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The Dok had retreated to the back of the room, teeth chewing nervously on his gloves as would usually do when under scrutiny or pressure. Nonetheless he could not help but marvel at the presence of the Captain Hans Gunsche. The true and genuine werewolf who gave his blood willingly to these children.
Much like his last creation.
His mind wandered before he heard something that chilled him to the bone.
Purring.
From the boy.
The Dok adjusted his glasses to see the Captain holding both children's hands now and was moving away towards the door. The girl -What was her name, Gretel?- was still drenched in blood, but was cleaning it off with a spare towel. He started forward but halted at the glance by Hans. He sighed dejectedly and let a smile flicker across his normally insane face.
"The boy ist a feline. But the girl ist a wolf? Another Creation. Another Failure."
He chuckled and walked in front of the Captain opening the doors for him as he passed.
Another pair of Schrodingers! My, my, I'll be having a bit more headaches...
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Hansel let the calm feeling wash over him. Never before did he ever feel so alive. Sure there was a few aches here and there, but the death he had experiences left him slightly parched. He glanced up at this man, who gave them calm and held their hands like a...
It was Gretel who spoke up first, "Was it your blood that gave us life?"
Slowly he nodded.
They reached a staircase, of which they climbed down. "Then...does that make you our Father?"
He stopped, looking down at surprise at the both of them. Now a smile truly began to form.
A single nod answered the twin's question.
- tARVa