Hunters and the last Hellsing

Maria’s eyelids fluttered as consciousness slowly returned. A deep, unnatural cold pulsed through her veins, yet it was not unpleasant—merely different. The scent of the room overwhelmed her first—Becky’s perfume, the metallic tang of old blood, the faint musk of sex still lingering in the air. Becky loomed over her, crimson eyes gleaming in the dim light of the bedroom. A slow, predatory smile curled her lips as she traced a finger down Maria’s bare stomach. "There she is," Becky purred. "How do you feel, my sweet?"

Maria’s lips parted, but no breath came—only a soft, hungry sound. Her senses sharpened unnaturally, the world now painted in vivid detail. The pulse of Becky’s undead heart thrummed in her ears, slow and hypnotic. Becky’s fangs glinted as she leaned closer. “Hungry, aren’t you?” she murmured, tilting her own wrist to her mouth. With a quick, practiced motion, she pierced her own flesh, letting dark blood well to the surface. “Here.” She pressed her wrist to Maria’s lips. “Drink. Take what you need.” Maria hesitated only a second before instinct took over.Maria hesitated only a second before instinct took over. Her new fangs ached as she latched onto beckys wrist, the first hot rush of vampiric blood flooding her mouth—thick, potent, electrifying. A moan vibrated in her throat as she drank greedily, her body trembling with the sheer intensity of the feeding. Becky chuckled darkly, stroking Maria’s hair with her free hand. “That’s it, darling. Take your fill.” Then, suddenly, Becky stiffened. Her crimson eyes widened, her nostrils flaring as if catching a scent.

Becky’s grip tightened in Maria’s hair as she suddenly yanked her wrist away, a snarl twisting her lips. "Someone’s here." Maria gasped, her new senses sharpening—footsteps downstairs, the creak of the front door left ajar. The scent hit her next: sweat, adrenaline, human. Before she could react, Becky was off the bed in a blur, slamming the bedroom door shut. She turned, eyes wild. "Stay here." Maria barely had time to protest before Becky vanished—not through the door, but through the window in a shatter of glass. Silence. Then— A gunshot

Maria's body tensed at the gunshot—instincts she didn't know she had flaring to life. The scent of gunpowder mixed with something sharper, something chemical. Holy water? Silver? The thoughts came unbidden, her new mind piecing together fragments of vampire lore that suddenly felt terrifyingly real. Footsteps pounded up the stairs—too heavy to be Becky’s. A woman’s voice, low and rough, barked orders to someone unseen: "Clear the rooms. She turned someone—fresh blood’s in the air." The bedroom door exploded inward, splintering under a steel-toed kick.

The bedroom door exploded inward, splintering under a steel-toed kick. Clara Hellsong stood framed in the wreckage, her long duster coat swirling with the movement. Silver crucifixes gleamed at her throat and wrists, while the modified Desert Eagle in her grip hummed with consecrated energy. Behind her, two wide-eyed hunters-in-training leveled shotguns loaded with wooden slugs. "Fresh turn," Clara growled, her amber eyes locking onto Maria's naked, blood-smeared form. "Dammit, i was right, she turned someone., but if she hasnt fed on a human yet..we may be able to save her" Maria scrambled backward across the sheets, her new fangs fully extended. The scent of the hunters' sweat burned her nostrils—fear mixed with something chemical. Holy oil?Maria's pupils dilated to black pools as she hissed, her body coiling like a cornered panther. "Where is my Becky?" Clara's grip tightened on her weapon, but her voice softened—just slightly. "Ran like the coward she is. Left you to us." She took a careful step forward, her boot crunching glass. "But you're not like her. Not yet. I can smell it—you haven't fed on a human. There's still time." One of the hunters shifted nervously, his shotgun barrel trembling. "Clara, the fledgling's feral—" "Shut it," Clara snapped, never breaking eye contact with Maria. "So was you when I found you Nathaniel "

Nathaniel shifted nervously, his shotgun barrel trembling. A third hunter in training , another female comes up the stairs. "All clear..no other vampires in this house..excoet her evidently " seeing maria.

Maria's fingers dug into the mattress, her newborn instincts screaming at her to attack—or flee. The female hunter's gaze flickered over her with clinical detachment before landing on Clara. "Orders?" Clara exhaled through her nose, her thumb flicking the safety off her Desert Eagle. "Restrain her. Gently." Nathaniel hesitated. "She's hissing at us—" "And you pissed yourself during your first hunt," Clara shot back. "Move." The female hunter—lean, scarred, smelling of wolfsbane—stepped forward, pulling a coiled silver-laced rope from her belt. Maria snarled, her fangs gleaming. Then—glass crunched behind them.

Becky lunged through the shattered window in a whirl of bloodstained silk and fury, her fangs bared in a snarl that promised violence. Clara barely had time to pivot before Becky’s claws raked across her shoulder, sending her stumbling into Nathaniel. The silver rope clattered to the floor as the female hunter swore and raised her shotgun—but Becky was already moving, a blur of motion that ended with the hunter’s spine cracking against the far wall. Maria’s body thrummed with adrenaline, torn between the instinct to fight and the overwhelming urge to run to Becky. "Maria!"Becky's voice cut through the chaos like a blade, her crimson eyes locking onto Maria's with primal intensity. "Come to me—now!" Maria moved without thought—her body responding faster than her newborn mind could process. She launched herself across the bed just as Clara's gun roared, the consecrated round tearing through the space where she'd been a heartbeat before. Becky caught her mid-air, spinning them both away as another shot splintered the headboard. Nathaniel fumbled with his shotgun, his hands shaking. "Shit—shit—!" "Aim, you idiot!" Clara barked, but Becky was already moving, her lips curled back in a vicious smile.Becky's claws tore through Nathaniel's flak jacket like wet paper, sending him crashing into the hallway with a wet gurgle. The female hunter scrambled for her fallen shotgun, but Becky kicked it away with a laugh that sounded like breaking glass. "Run along, little hunter," she purred, blood dripping from her fingertips. "Tell your Order the night belongs to us now."

The female hunter didn't need telling twice—she bolted for the stairs, her boots pounding against the wood as Clara struggled to her knees, blood soaking through her torn duster. Becky's grip tightened around Maria's waist, her lips brushing against the shell of her ear. "Hold on tight, darling." Then the world lurched—Maria's stomach dropped as Becky launched them both through the shattered window, glass biting at Maria's bare skin before the cold night air swallowed them whole. Below, the streetlights blurred into streaks of gold as Becky's inhuman speed carried away their naked forms from the wreckage of the house.

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