Writing Sylvan Hellsing: Legacy of the Past [M-VLS]

[Sword Breaker]

[FONT=Century Gothic][COLOR=DarkRed]Ok, at first I planned to to make this into an RPG, but then realized that, due to the fact all my other RPG's got no response, that I would post it here, instead. If it gets a good response, I will make it into an RPG, and then more people will know what it is, instead of just saying "Oh, I know that guy, his RPGs suck!".

Sylvan Hellsing: Legacy of the Past

Chapter One: Another Random Mission

?What do you think you are? Do you think you are any different?? The thin, eerie voice sounded above the patter of scampering footsteps.
?You humans are all the same, your values baseless? No time, always rushing? you all deserve to die.? The same voice sounded again, in front of the young girl instead of behind, as it was before.
?No time? to live.? The voice sounded, no longer a bodiless chant, but whispered into her ear. The creature, humanlike in shape, figure, and appearance, disappeared, disappearing once more into the shadows cast from the derelict buildings surrounding the neighborhood. A scream, high pitch and terrified, echoed throughout the hollow street ways. The girl, long brown hair falling by her beautiful shoulders, stopped, and held her arms close to her chest.
?What do you want!? Leave me alone!? She screamed again, shutting her eyes, pretending this wasn?t real.
?What do I want? Heheh? trivial humans?? The voice came again, whispered into her other ear, before the figure disappeared again. Then, the girl took off running again, down a dark alleyway.
?Somebody help me!? She shrieked, desperate for someone to here her. She stopped dead, the creature standing before her. A pair of razor sharp teeth came into view, piercing from the upper lip of the mysterious man in front of him. A smile creased his face, as she realized why no one had come to help her. Behind him was a stack of bodies, piled high against the pitch black of night.
?W-What the hell? What the hell are you?!? Her cry was weak; she had given up all hope for survival.
?Better.? The vampire stated coldly. ?Now, if you don?t put up a fight? I may consider turning you. It would be a shame to lose one so pretty.? A small frown creased his face, as his finger propped her face up, so he could look her in the eyes.
?Not much fire, or strength, you probably wont survive the transformation? Well, still useful too fill my stomach.? He said, a starved tone entering his voice. ?I have not fed in many weeks, this will be pleasant.?
The tips of his fangs danced gently on her soft neck, as he began to pierce. He never got the chance to finish. A bang sounded above. He let out a howl, and he stammered back, clenching his face. His long, red coat caught in his footsteps, and he fell to the ground. Traces of blood were poking from beneath his hands, he had been shot, not badly, but enough to damage him. As his hands moved, the wound healed, thus was the gift of Vampiric Regeneration, and the blood was absorbed back through the skin. As his eyes cleared, all he saw was the swoosh of a green coat, a dark figure, and a long, pointed blade. It cut into him, deep in the chest, and he could do nothing but reel back. Unlike the last attack, this was no mere flesh wound. A Holy Blade, a wound that was not likely to heal, had cut him. Luckily his heart had been spared?
?Demon, it was your great misfortune to run into this little lady, on such a night as this.? The hunter stated, his long, curly black hair pouring out from beneath a dark green hat. He was young, or at least it so appeared, the holy blade held in an outstretched hand. It sunk, however lightly, into the Vampire?s chest, at his heart.
?Heheh? Human? you may beat me now, you caught me by surprise, not to mention the fact I have been starved for the past four weeks? your courage is outstanding.? The creature muttered, blood trickling from his mouth.
?Vampire, look into my eyes, and honestly tell me you could best me at full strength?? The hunter stated, his sharp, piercing green eyes looking the Vampire in the face.
?I-Impossible? his blood has long since? you cant be real.? The vampire was taken back, his jaw gaping his eyes resonating fear.
?Hardly.? The blade was thrust deep into the creatures heart. A gentle breeze rolled in, and the creature disappeared into dust.
?T-Thank you?? The girl stammered, huddled up against the wall. Then, as she gazed upon the pointed row of teeth, it dawned on her. ?Y-Your one of them? aren?t you? Please, don?t hurt me!? She said, crying.
?Give me your hand. I will not hurt you. My mission is to protect you, bring you to the monestary. My name is Sylvan, and I am a Hunter"

Hope ya like it. Also, this is only the first chapter, it will span a bunch of chapters, if it gets a response, and will hopefully become a great story. I got a good fealin'....[/COLOR][/FONT]