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I think I'm going to focus on writing my fanfictions completely before posting the chapters.

I've noticed that every time, I get carried away, but once the first few chapters are posted, either I have no idea how to move the story forward, or I get demotivated seeing that the ones I really want to write get no reaction.

Right now, I really want to write a retelling/fanfic of Bram Stoker's Dracula, and I'm going to focus on that for the time being.

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Just a thought for myself

I so badly want to write, but I have so many ideas at once, and I want to write about certain manga/anime/video games/books all at the same time.

But often, after the first chapter, I find myself with no more ideas to continue the story, or I can't seem to properly write what I want to convey.

Everything is clear in my head, but it's so difficult to write the way I'd like to.

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Theory

Do you think Diedrich knows that the Ciel Phantomhive we've known since the beginning of the manga/series is actually the second son?

Unlike the others, he never calls him by his first name, and only after the fight against the German soldiers after helping Sullivan escape her village.

O!Ciel refers to the real Ciel in front of him, out loud, after Diedrich tells him that Undertaker came to see him in person before going to France. I feel like nobody talks about this detail.

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OC JJK

Name: Matsuko

Last name: Yakumo

Age: 27

Appearance:

-Long, dark brown hair that reaches her shoulder blades.

-Red eyes.

-Freckles on her cheeks and nose.

-She wears round glasses.

-Her favorite clothes are a light purple wool sweater with a low neckline, a beige ankle-length skirt, and long, flat-heeled lace-up boots.

-She is 1.60 meters tall.

-She weighs 55 kg.

Ability:

-She can see the Curses, but she cannot fight them. She is unable to produce dark energy.

Occupation:

She is a librarian in Tokyo.

Story:

Since childhood, Matsuko has been able to see the Curses, but unable to fight them, she is regularly attacked or beaten by these creatures.

Thinking it was just a whim to attract attention, her parents refused to listen to her. The only person who offered her comfort was her grandmother. Her grandmother gave her pendants and scrolls to keep these "evil spirits" out of her home.

At eighteen, she left home to work in Tokyo, where she found a job as a librarian. Despite moving, the Curses continued to torment her. She was so terrified that she covered the walls of her apartment with scrolls given to her by her grandmother and hung talismans on every doorknob.

Matsuko wasn't living; she was merely surviving each day.

On the eve of her twenty-seventh birthday, her path crossed that of Exorcite Gojo Satoru.

Relationship:

-Gojo Satoru (ally/friend/lover)

-Yuji Itadori (ally)

-Megumi Fushiguro (ally)

-Nobara Kugisaki (ally)

-Kento Nanami (ally/friend)

-Maki Zen'in (ally)

-Inumaki toge (ally)

-Yuta Okkotsu (ally)

-Noritoshi Kamo (ally)

-Aoi Todo (ally)

-Kasumi Miwa (ally)

-Shoko Leiri (ally/friend)

-Momo Nishimiya (ally)

-Mai Zen'in (ally)

-Utahime Iori (ally)

-Mei Mei (ally)

-Yuki Tsukumo (ally)

-Sukuna Kaisen (enemy)

-Mahito (enemy)

-Suguru Geto (enemy)

-Logo (enemy)

-Hanami (enemy)

Special feature:

Matsuko's biggest mystery will be her flesh and blood.

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Prologue

Masterlist

Presentation of oc

From a very young age, Matsuko had been able to see them.

Monsters.

Big ones and small ones alike. She did her best to ignore them, but she was regularly chased and hunted. She had taken to sticking scrolls to the walls and doors of her apartment, and she wore a talisman given to her by her grandmother to keep them away, but lately, it seemed ineffective.

She was regularly attacked by these things, powerless to do anything about it.

Matsuko swallowed, adjusting her glasses on her nose. This day was truly a bad one. Her path had crossed with countless plagues. She had managed to reach the subway without too much trouble, but everywhere she looked, she saw only those monsters.

Very few people could see them, which made it all the more terrifying.

Was she the only person in this world who could see them?

Where could these things have come from?

She was jolted from her thoughts when the voice announced her station. As soon as the doors opened, she hurried out of the subway, weaving between people in suits and school uniforms. Most of the students wore huge, carefree smiles, chatting loudly amongst themselves. Meanwhile, most of the adults looked sour, resigned to their daily lives.

Matsuko didn't linger over them; she had to hurry to her workplace: the Tokyo Public Library.

As she did every day, she clutched her talisman in her hand, walking briskly to reach her destination faster.

A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she passed through the building's doors. She greeted her colleagues and went to sit behind her desk to begin a new day.

She had a well-defined routine: log in, scan returned books, shelve them, and help patrons find what they were looking for.

It allowed her to hold on.

Another sigh escaped her as she finished tidying the books. A crashing noise made her jump.

What was happening?

Matsuko rushed toward the source of the noise to find her colleague offering a groveling apology to the customers, while picking up the books scattered on the floor. She hurried to join him, helping him gather the books.

"The shelf suddenly collapsed; I don't know how it's possible," he said, examining the board.

"Maybe a screw wasn't tightened properly…"

As she made this comment, Matsuko straightened up, wanting to check the structure of the piece of furniture, but no sooner had her gaze reached the shelf than she came face to face with one of its monsters. Just inches from her face.

Her complexion turned white, her body moved before she even realized it, making her recoil. If her voice hadn't been stuck in her throat, she probably would have screamed.

"Matsuko-san, are you alright? You're even paler than usual?" her colleague asked, straightening up.

Speaking a single word was impossible. She was so afraid of this creature that only she seemed able to see.

Her heart pounded in her chest, her trembling hands clutching her talisman. All her attention was focused on the monster, which wriggled like an earthworm emerging from the ground.

"Cookbook…," the creature stammered.

That was it. She dropped what she was holding and rushed to the break room, under the astonished gaze of her colleague and the other customers. The young woman locked herself in the restroom, feeling her stomach churn.

She had to calm down.

She had managed to survive until now. This thing was barely bigger than what she usually encountered.

She would handle it.

She had to handle it.

Matsuko took off her glasses, splashing cold water on her face. The drops trickled down her pale skin, falling onto the floor and the porcelain sink. She took a deep breath, grabbing a piece of tissue from the dispenser to mop her face.

"Get a grip…" she muttered, clutching her talisman in her hands. "Everything will be alright… You just have to ignore them…"

Matsuko took another breath before leaving the bathroom to return to work. She needed to apologize to her colleague and help him clean up the mess. But no sooner had she stepped out of the room than she was surprised to find the library empty.

Where had they all gone?

She looked around, calling out to the other employees and regulars, but no one answered.

Her stomach snarled as she checked the alarm system.

Nothing.

"What's going on…?" she muttered when, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a shape fall from the ceiling, crashing to the floor with a thud.

Her body tensed at the sound. Intrigued, she left her counter and approached the strange object. But horror gripped her when she realized it was a pair of legs.

The sound of chewing reached her ears. Above her head. A sticky liquid dripped onto her shoulder, soaking her favorite wool sweater. Her eyes fell on whatever was falling onto her shoulder. Her horror was immense when she realized that what was soiling her, and falling from the ceiling, was nothing other than blood.

And that chewing sound continued.

What was happening?

Whose legs and blood did these belong to?

What was happening above her head?

She was too afraid to look up for answers.

Get out.

She had to get out, and fast.

Her red eyes scanned the room, searching for an escape. But the monster from earlier, emerging from between the shelves, was approaching the limbs lying at her feet.

"Where are… the romances…?" the creature stammered, grabbing the legs and beginning to devour them.

Matsuko's stomach churned at the sight. She fell to her knees, vomiting what little food she had left. Hearing her voice, the creature turned toward her.

"I've come… to return a book…"

Fear gripped her as she watched this thing approach. Terrified, she shook her head, begging it not to come any closer.

"Matsuko Yakumo…"

A chilling breath struck the back of her neck, sharp teeth brushed against her skin. Her entire being trembled. She desperately wanted to flee, but her body refused to move. She could only see the creature in front of her advancing and the one behind her beginning to sink its teeth in.

"Give us your flesh!"

A scream of terror ripped from her throat as a voice echoed through the library.

"Domain Expansion."

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Chapter Four

Masterlist

The guards were making their usual rounds in the long, empty corridors.

The Round Table was still in the middle of a crisis meeting.

Silence reigned.

Yet, a peculiar odor was beginning to pervade the air. Something unpleasant that stung the nostrils. The men grimaced, exchanging perplexed glances.

Where was this stench coming from?

A leaking pipe?

One of the guards asked, over his walkie-talkie, for someone to inform Walter that a foul odor was wafting through the room. Another, unable to bear the stifling air any longer, headed towards a window to ventilate. The man passed the intersection, his gaze falling on the next corridor. One of his colleagues stood motionless at the far end of the room.

"Hey. Is everything alright?"

He received no reply. Perplexed by his behavior, he approached his colleague, demanding an answer. His companion remained silent. Losing patience, he abruptly placed his hand on his shoulder, hoping to provoke a reaction, but to his surprise, the other man collapsed onto the carpet. His eyes rolled back, foam poured from his lips, and his body convulsed violently.

The guard quickly knelt beside him, cursing under his breath before using his walkie-talkie to call for help.

"We have a man down in the west wing! He's convulsing! Hurry! Hey! Eddie, hold on!"

Eddie's body stopped convulsing, his breathing was labored, and faint rattles escaped him. The man positioned him on his side. The medical team arrived quickly, accompanied by three other soldiers. One of the medics began examining Eddie. The other asked the witness what had happened.

Explanations and questions flew back and forth between the two teams. The medic examined the poor unconscious man. He listened carefully to his vital signs, but to his surprise, Eddie's breathing stopped. He immediately went to work, beginning CPR. But no sooner had he pressed down on his chest than a black liquid began to flow from his mouth and nose.

"What the—"

The unfortunate man's head exploded, blood splattering the agents, the carpet, and the walls. The black mass erupted from his neck, becoming a long arm with thick fingers. The limb thrashed about, hitting the walls and the floor.

"What is this?!" cried one of the doctors in horror.

"Mold!" shouted one of the soldiers.

"Fire!"

The soldiers immediately began machine-gunning Eddie's lifeless body. Gunshots echoed through the corridors, and the screams of terror quickly subsided, replaced by the sound of flesh being torn apart.

Mathilda stepped out of the shadows, passing by the dismembered, lifeless bodies of the victims.

Her fingers brushed against the walls and furniture, releasing the parasitic fungi that spread in seconds.

The West Wing, the North Wing, and soon the control room, would be overrun with this mold.

It was only a matter of time.

The light bulbs began to crackle loudly, exploding into a thousand pieces from the power surge. The creature sighed heavily, looking towards the Rotting Ones, who arrived slowly. Others crawled, their legs still immature.

"Deal with Integra and the Round Table."

The monsters groaned before stalking through the corridors.

Mathilda moved away from the window, arming herself with the weapon she had picked up earlier.

If they didn't come out of hiding, then she would make them.

(o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o)

In the middle of the meeting, the light bulbs began to crackle loudly before shattering, plunging the room into darkness.

The men immediately panicked, asking what was happening, when explosions were heard outside.

Integra jumped up, slamming her hands on the table. She didn't have time to say anything before the panicked voice of one of her generals shouted through the telephone.

"Checkpoint, Ms. Integra!"

"What is it?!"

"An enemy attack!"

"What?!"

"Communications down! They've invaded the west and north wings! They've reached the main entrance!" the panicked man shouted. "Hold them back! We need to buy time!"

"We can't! They're getting stronger!" exclaimed a soldier.

"Aaaaah!"

"Who are they?! And how many are there?!" Integra demanded. "I want details!"

"It's… It's… mold! It's invaded the manor!"

This information had a bombshell effect on the members of the Round Table. The head of the house had to sit down, digesting the news.

How could this thing have entered her home so easily? Killing her men left and right.

"We need to buy some time."

"We must evacuate."

"Take us to the helicopter."

He had barely finished speaking when a detonation rang out, the walls shook, and dust rained down from the ceiling.

"What was that?" one of the members asked.

"The helicopter just exploded," the soldier announced over the radio.

"They're anticipating our moves," the young woman observed, feeling anger rising within her.

"Ms. Integra! We can't take it anymore. They're… AAAAAARGH-!!"

"What's going on?! Answer me!"

No one answered the receiver. The silence was heavy. The men held their breath. Integra's hands gripped the edge of the table. Then a voice finally broke through.

"Hello? Hello? Can you hear me? Is this the Round Table? My name is Mathilda. We've met before, Miss Hellsing. In Kenley. I wanted to apologize for the Rotting Fungus that tried to infect you. They're not exactly the sharpest tools in the shed, but when it comes to eating… let's just say they're bottomless pits! Always eating. Always, always, always. I'm warning you. Come out of your hiding place and you're guaranteed to be infected. My mold is highly toxic. Look! In just a few hours, I've practically got half the manor! Isn't that great?!"

Integra's anger was rising. She bit her lip so hard that a trickle of blood ran down her chin.

How could that thing have broken into her manor and killed her men?

Why wasn't the alarm raised sooner?

"Hello? Tsk! The line went dead? Oh well…" Mathilda muttered before hanging up.

The tone continued, making the atmosphere even more oppressive. The members of the Round Table soon made themselves heard, demanding answers. Ignoring their complaints, she dialed a number.

Seras's room.

Walter must be there to give the two vampires their new weapons.

"Where are you, Walter?"

"In Miss Seras's room. I'm aware of the situation. It will take four to five hours for the military police to notice our radio silence and deploy. Until then, our men will have to defend the conference room," the butler explained with Olympian calm.

"What do you advise?"

"There's only one way into the room. Barricade the entrance. Alucard and Miss Seras will form two teams: the first will handle your defense, the second the offense. What do you say?"

"How will you get here? The corridors are teeming with its foul-smelling creatures."

"Ten years ago, how did you reach Alucard's dungeon?"

This question stirred memories of that night when she reached the forgotten dungeon through the ventilation shafts.

"The shafts…?"

"Exactly. It won't be long. We'll make it as quick as possible. See you soon," he said, preparing to hang up.

"Walter… that thing devoured my men," Integra said, anger rising within her. "I won't forgive it!" "Exterminate them all!"

"Of course, Ms. Integra."

The connection dropped. The young woman slammed her fists on the table.

She would never forgive that thing for killing her men.

(o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o)

Mathilda walked through the manor with an eerie calm. With the Putrefiers, the corridors were completely empty.

It was deadly dull.

And to think Alucard was nowhere to be found. Was he even in this manor?

A sullen pout formed on her face as she continued to wander like a lost soul when her attention was drawn to a painting. The portrait of a former queen. There was something strange about this painting.

She studied it intently.

For a long time.

Suddenly, spikes erupted from the painting, tearing through the canvas. Before she could react, the weapons pierced her body, impaling her against the wall. Soldiers emerged from their hiding place, approaching the enemy to make sure he was dead. But as they got closer, they realized there was no body, only his clothes.

"What the—"

"It's not very gallant to surprise a woman."

They barely had time to turn around before mold oozed from their bodies.

Mathilda sighed as she watched them collapse into a pool of blood and mold that mingled at her feet. It was so easy. It wasn't funny anymore.

But if there were so many men in one place, it was to prevent her from achieving something important.

Her milky eyes fell upon a mirror. Her reflection was unsettling. No wonder they shot on sight. She was jolted from her contemplation when the object moved.

Intrigued, she approached, opening the secret door leading to a basement.

A most peculiar invitation, but she wasn't about to complain.

Her bare feet, covered in that vile mold, touched the icy stone of the basement. The deeper she descended, the more oppressive and menacing the aura she felt became.

Her heart began to pound as she drew closer to her room.

Mathilda stopped before a special door, thick and heavy. The aura emanating from it made her tremble from head to toe. With a trembling hand, she pushed open the door, which creaked loudly.

The room was plunged into darkness, but the aura was overwhelming.

Her breathing became erratic, her legs trembled violently. Her hand mechanically clutched her chest. Her heart pounded wildly, giving her the sensation of imminent death.

A sneer rose, shaking her even more.

"Why are you trembling like that, little thing?" sneered Alucard, seated on his throne. "The fun has only just begun."

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Commission

I'm not going to post the entire drawing on my Tumblr account, but you can check it out on my BlueSky account.

A huge thank you to OzCreator for this second drawing! You're a fantastic artist!

Bluesky

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Chapter Three

Masterlist

The guards were carefully monitoring the area around the manor, ensuring that no one got too close to the gate.

On the orders of the lady of the house, the alert level had been raised to orange. The members of the Round Table were expected, and every corner of the estate teemed with armed agents, on high alert, their fingers on the trigger. The two men, tasked with guarding the gate, stared straight ahead, completely undistracted by the surrounding noises.

Until she appeared.

A young woman staggered towards them, her eyebrow split open and bleeding, and her arm hung limply, covered in abrasions. Her clothes were in tatters, soaked with sweat and blood. Tears streamed down her pale cheeks.

The poor, wounded woman collapsed in front of the two men, who rushed to her side, realizing she had lost consciousness. They wasted no time, notifying headquarters that they had an injured civilian in front of the manor. Other agents quickly arrived, carrying the injured woman inside the manor, tending to her wounds and leaving her in the care of the resident doctor.

Integra being busy, Walter ordered one of the soldiers to watch over their "guest's" room while the doctor finished treating her. The man finished bandaging her arm and cleaning the open wound above her eye. He turned to the small table to get a catheter. He inserted the needle into the crook of her arm, piercing the vein. He began to take blood samples. But the liquid that was supposed to be red was black, thick, and emitted a putrid odor.

"What is this…?" the doctor exclaimed, watching the vial fill.

Mathilda suddenly opened her eyes, lunging at her victim. The doctor barely had time to scream before the enemy pressed against his cheeks with inhuman force, forcing his mouth open. Mathilda's stomach lurched violently. Her abdomen contracted.

A foul gurgling sound echoed. Then she vomited.

A mass of black mold spewed from her throat, gushing into the doctor's mouth. He choked, struggling to break free, but the substance spread within him.

Mathilda slowly straightened up, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. She watched her victim convulse and the mold slowly spread across the room.

It was easier than she had expected. But thanks to this, she could quietly make her nest. She could feel it. Her creation wasn't far away. In fact, she could hear the soldier outside, talking to someone before he screamed and everything fell silent again.

Leaving the room, she saw one of her Rotting Ones devouring its victim. She turned away from them, walking down the corridor.

The deeper she went, the heavier the atmosphere became. The Putrefied followed her, dragging the lifeless body of its meal. They entered the room completely overrun with mold, closing the door behind them.

It was time to act.

Her gaze fell on the ventilation shaft. A smirk played on her lips.

"Perfect…" she said before turning to the three Putrefied. "Go."

The Putrefied headed towards the ventilation shaft. One of them tore off the grate, letting it fall to the floor with a deafening crash.

"Search and destroy. Leave no survivors."

The monsters squeezed into the ventilation shafts, their bodies twisting and filling the narrow conduits. Mathilda smiled, heading towards the door. She stopped when her foot hit something.

The soldier's submachine gun.

He wouldn't be needing it anymore. Mathilda picked it up, searching the body, and found everything she needed to defend herself: a revolver with a full magazine and extra magazines for the submachine gun.

"Good…" she thought, arming herself. "Wait for me… Alucard…"

(o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o)

The Round Table was assembled.

The men shared their concerns regarding the Kenley incident. The event had been so massive that public opinion was questioning the version given to the journalists. They asked the only woman at the table if she knew anything more. She nodded, opening a file given to her by her researchers, and explained in a calm voice:

"It wasn't vampires, nor any known paranormal creatures. The Kenley disaster was caused by a mold. An abnormal mold, capable of transforming anyone into a monster, entirely controlled by a single person. A kind of puppeteer. Blessed bullets and religious relics have no effect. But the puppeteer was wounded by a normal bullet."

This news had the effect of a bombshell on some of the members. Panic spread across some faces.

"You… You mean that his enemies weren't vampires or ghouls?!" exclaimed Penwood, horrified.

"I'm afraid so," replied Integra, remaining calm as she lit her cigar. "His creatures have nothing to do with what we've always faced until now. We know nothing about what it is, or the extent of its powers and strength. All we know is that the puppeteer controls a mold."

"A mold?" repeated Island, perplexed.

"Yes, my research division is trying to understand what it is. But this mold is nothing like an ordinary substance," she said, exhaling the smoke from her cigar. "Gentlemen. We have an extraordinary enemy at our doorstep."

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Hellsing Parallaxe page 7

Here's the sequel at last ! Sorry for the wait. But rest assured that everything is well written for the future pages~

I'll tell you about it here. But be aware that I slip lots of little details, references, and phrases with multiple interpretations into the panels. It's up to you to find them and interpret them 🤫

If you haven't read the previous parts, they are here :

First day after part 1

First day after part 2

Hellsing Parallaxe page 1,2 and 3

Hellsing Parallaxe page 4

Hellsing Parallaxe page 5

Hellsing Prallaxe page 6

/!\ WARNING : none /!\

Alucard is not my character. He belongs to Kohta Hirano.

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My OC

A huge thank you to OzCreator for drawing my OC and making her so amazing!

TW: Nudity (in a way, but you can't see anything. Better safe than sorry), body horror, horror, mold.

This is Mathilda/Subject M:

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Vladcar looks really tired

He does!! I do like to make him more weary but he is also capable of expressing other emotions like whatever the fuck this is

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Chapter Two

Masterlist

Subject M sat in a corner of her "room," curled up. It was far too hot for her.

To punish her for interfering with one of their creatures, they had turned up the heat to an unbearable temperature. Sweat trickled down her face, falling, drop by drop, onto the pristine white tiles. Her breathing became labored.

The heat was stifling.

She sighed, curling up further when the door opened. Three people in jumpsuits entered, measuring the toxicity in the air before giving the all-clear to a man.

That stupid scientist.

The one who claimed to be her master.

"Your little trick in Kenley is a disadvantage to us. That woman… you could have easily infected her, but you prevented that Rotten One from doing so. Why?"

Subject M. simply shrugged, not deigning to reply. The man clicked his tongue, giving her a stern look. This subject was definitely stubborn and as unsubmissive as the previous failures.

The man snapped his fingers, and one of the men in the jumpsuits returned, throwing clothes at the thing's feet. The thing was looking at the scraps of fabric in puzzlement when the man spoke:

"Get ready, Mathilda. A new mission awaits you."

(o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o)

The events in Kenley remained confidential.

The official version given to the media spoke of a deadly gas leak. While checking the installations, the inspectors had noticed that the pipes had long since fallen below standard.

An unfortunate incident.

But perfect for calming the media and the public.

Integra sighed, exhaling smoke from her cigar. Her attention was riveted on the few photos and meager reports she had.

Very little information. Very few details.

She had nothing but this blurry photo and the memory of this creature.

The way it moved, the way it looked…

Integra crushed her cigar in the ashtray, thoughtfully.

This thing had massacred a village of 232 inhabitants, as well as a hundred soldiers and police officers. And yet it was neither a vampire, nor a ghoul, nor any other monster from the paranormal.

What was she?

She carefully read every word of the report, assessing the magnitude of the situation. Dropping the file on her desk, she left the room, rushing into the long corridors of the mansion. She entered, without warning, the laboratories. The scientists turned to their leader, who, in a curt tone, wanted to know the results of the analysis of the small sample found on the victims.

A woman with disheveled hair and dark circles under her eyes stepped forward, explaining the situation.

The matter was a living organism, but this thing no longer seemed as reactive as it had been during the events at Kenley, and he couldn't understand why. Integra approached the Petri dishes where the thing was resting.

"All we know is that it's a mold… well… a form of mold we've never seen before," the woman stammered, adjusting her glasses.

"Mold?"

"Yes, all the tests have proven it. But… this strain is nothing like the one we find in nature. I… we're still having a lot of trouble analyzing it because of the limited material we have…"

Integra's gaze rested on the Petri dishes. An unknown mold? But given the damage it had caused and the monstrosities she had seen, she had no choice but to order Walter to convene the Round Table.

(o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o)

Alucard sat on his throne. His glasses rested on the small table piled high with bottles of blood. The events at Kenley were still fresh in his mind.

The nauseating smell, the swarming matter… and that thing.

A thing that looked human, but wasn't. A thing capable of infecting, controlling, spreading.

A dead person who wasn't.

Alucard chuckled before bursting into laughter. It was so intriguing and amusing. Humans never ceased to surprise him.

(o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o)

In the lab, the scientists continued their analyses. The woman sighed, stretching her aching muscles before turning to a colleague whose eyes were still glued to the microscope. The old man sighed in turn, shaking his head.

The mold refused to react and looked more like ordinary mold than a weapon of mass destruction.

They were at an impasse. Something Integra wasn't going to accept. But without more samples, they couldn't do any more analysis without losing what little material they had.

As they continued to discuss what they could do, no one noticed that, in the Petri dish, the mold began to slowly pulse…

Then to stir.

The sound of breaking glass echoed through the room, abruptly interrupting their conversation. The two scientists exchanged a glance, then turned toward the source of the noise.

A foul odor rose in the air, heavy, thick, suffocating.

Both put their hands to their noses, trying in vain to protect themselves from the smell. The old man took the lead, approaching the source of the noise. He circled the countertop, but only had time to react before a black mass erupted from under the cabinet, leaping into the poor man's face.

The material penetrated his mouth, nostrils, ears, and even his eyes. The victim's body convulsed violently, his limbs twitching in uncontrollable spasms. His body fell heavily to the floor as the mold continued its work.

In shock, the woman witnessed this morbid spectacle. Her throat tightened, preventing her from screaming. Her body refused to move, leaving her petrified.

Her colleague's bust exploded, spraying blood and viscera across the immaculate walls of the lab.

The woman screamed, covered in her colleague's hot blood. She backed away quickly, stumbling, slipping on the sticky tiles as she tried to reach the door.

But before she reached it, something grabbed her, knocking her to the ground. Black, stringy fingers wrapped around her ankle, slowly dragging her away from the door.

The Rotten One had just grabbed her.

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Chapter One

Masterlist

/!\ Trigger warning: body horror, horror, blood. This is a Hellsing fanfiction, so you know what to expect from that universe. /!\

Kenley, a small village in Shropshire, was located in isolated countryside, perched atop a ridge, about five kilometers northwest of Acton Burnell and three kilometers from Harley. Two hundred and thirty-two inhabitants lived there.

A village now silent.

No cars drove. In a pub, the same song had been playing on repeat for two days. The school was empty. In the courtyard, the swings creaked in the wind.

Worried families, with no news, had contacted the police. Faced with the growing number of disappearances, patrols were sent out. But none of the officers had returned. Like the residents, they had vanished.

A wave of panic began to rise.

The press picked up on it. People were talking about the strange phenomenon of the Kenley vanishers.

When Integra saw the headlines, she had no choice but to intervene. A disappearance of this magnitude couldn't be ignored.

What kind of vampire could wipe out an entire village in a few days by flying under the radar?

When she arrived, the area was under control. Police and military personnel surrounded the village. Helicopters equipped with light beams combed the streets, finding nothing. Integra entered the tent where the staff sergeant and the police chief were waiting for her. Walter took off her coat. In a sharp tone, she demanded an explanation. The two men exchanged an uncomfortable look.

"That's the problem," the sergeant said grimly. "None of our men we sent out have returned. We've lost all communication."

"None?" she asked, not at all surprised.

"Anyone who goes in doesn't come out," said the police chief.

"Maybe not humans… But my agents will take care of them," she said, lighting a cigar. "They're on their way as we speak. It'll all be over in a few hours."

In the forest, Alucard walked at a leisurely pace, the village gradually appearing on the horizon. A sinister chuckle crossed his lips. He loved these quiet nights, without a sound. They always made him thirsty. Seras walked beside him, nervously fiddling with the strap of her weapon.

The two vampires entered the area. Seras looked around, seeing no ghouls or vampires. But a strange smell hung in the air. A smell that caught her nose. The young woman couldn't help but wince at the smell of the stale odor.

"What is that awful smell?" Seras grimaced, pinching her nose.

Alucard chuckled, amused. It was going to be an interesting night. They walked up the street. The smell was getting stronger, more stale. Seras pinched her nose, trying to bear the stench, while Alucard walked forward without flinching.

Suddenly, the No-Life King stopped in his tracks. Seras followed suit. She was about to ask why when a scream pierced the air.

A woman emerged from an alleyway, her hands clutching her stomach, moaning in pain. Seras was about to help her, but Alucard stopped her with a gesture. His red eyes stared intently at the woman who was begging for help.

The woman fell to her knees and vomited. A black, viscous stream spurted from her mouth. To Seras's surprise, and Alucard's amusement, a long arm made of this mucus emerged from her victim, shattering all her teeth and jaw.

Her eyes rolled back, her body convulsed. A second hand emerged from her mouth, splitting the poor woman's head in two, revealing the torso of a repulsive creature.

Her blood, bones, and viscera splattered the asphalt.

"Interesting… very interesting," Alucard commented with a smile.

The vampire drew his revolver, shooting the creature straight into the head, causing it to shatter. It collapsed to the ground. Its torso melted, letting the black matter spill and swarm. Seras came out from behind Alucard, observing the matter, which seemed alive.

"M-Master… is this…?"

"Alive? Yes, that thing is, Police Girl. It's neither a ghoul nor a vampire. It's… something else. Something we've never had to deal with."

"H-how can we kill that thing if it's spreading like this…?" Seras asked nervously.

"We have to kill the thing controlling them. The thing that took Kenley hostage. But… it wouldn't be surprising if anyone survived," Alucard said, arming himself with his 454 Casull and Jackal. "Get ready, Police Girl. They're coming."

Death rattles echoed. A horde burst from the alleys, others smashed through its windows, falling miserably to the ground.

The once quiet streets were now overrun with putrid monsters. Some still had infected parts.

Gunshots tore through the night, followed by explosions.

From HQ, Integra and the police watched everything. The flashes of gunfire could be easily seen. The battle seemed endless. It was taking longer than usual. Why? The head of the Hellsing family nervously tapped her finger against her arm. A strange smell was noticeable. A scent that made her feel nauseous. The police chief and the sergeant must have smelled it too.

Suddenly, a soldier screamed in pain, clutching his stomach, and collapsed to the ground. His colleagues rushed to his side, asking what was happening. The man writhed and screamed in pain. His abdomen swelled enormously. Soldiers and police officers backed away. The victim convulsed, his eyes rolled back, and drool and blood escaped from his mouth, nose, eyes, and ears. His stomach burst, throwing flesh and organs all around. A creature erupted from the corpse, its guts dripping onto its shoulders.

Walter leaped forward, using his wires to slice the abomination into pieces. But even as it was shredded, it liquefied, spreading into a foul black mass.

"What the…?" Integra stammered.

Suddenly, other soldiers and police officers began screaming in pain before their bodies exploded. Blood splattered everywhere, organs spilled onto the floor, the horrid stench became unbearable, and the number of her creatures continued to increase by the minute. They pounced on the living, sinking their fangs deep into their victims' flesh, or vomiting this black substance into their mouths, forcing them to ingest it.

Integra ordered a retreat. They had to evacuate as quickly as possible. But one of this creatures grabbed the Hellsing heiress by the throat, pinning her to the ground. The butler tried to free himself from these monsters, which seemed to multiply even when they were cut into small pieces.

The creature pressed its large, disgusting fingers against Integra's cheeks, forcing her to open her mouth. She tried to struggle, but the thing was powerful. She saw it open its mouth, preparing to infect her when, to Integra and Walter's surprise, the creature was violently struck in the face, flying several meters away.

Walter helped Integra up. They both stared at the one who had just saved her.

All the creatures stopped attacking, dissolving into swarming pools that crawled towards the young woman. Walter stood in front of his master, holding out his cutting wires. Regaining her composure, Integra drew her pistol, giving the strange young woman a murderous look.

The stranger's skin was cadaverous; this disgusting black material covered her chest and private parts. Her veins were black and visible, her eyes milky like those of a dead man. Her long, messy dark brown hair flew in the wind as she stared at the two.

"Who are you?! Are you the one controlling these things?!" Integra asked sternly.

Subject M watched Integra curiously. The black matter was crawling up her legs. The head of the Hellsing corporation was disgusted to see it penetrate her limbs and her black veins stand out more, seeming to pulse beneath her skin.

Then, in an instant, the mold disappeared. As if it had never existed.

All that remained were the remains of the unfortunates' bodies, abundant blood and organs.

The young woman with a cadaverous complexion stared at Integra for a long time, ignoring Walter, who was standing in front of her, ready to intervene. She seemed to be analyzing her, looking her over from head to toe. But before she could open her mouth, gunshots rang out. With inhuman agility, she dodged the bullets and leaped onto a thick branch.

Below, Alucard and Seras had positioned themselves in front of Walter and Integra. The No-Life King sneered, his fangs bared in a carnivorous grin. His red eyes bored into the milky white ones of the stranger.

"So you're the one who controls these things," he said, without looking away from the young woman.

She remained silent, simply staring at them.

How could they have survived against the Rotten Ones? No human could survive against such abominations. Yet researchers had certified that the mold infected anyone who inhaled or ingested it.

So why were they still alive?

"You're not a draculina. You're not a ghoul. And yet, you're not alive. What are you?" Alucard commented, fascinated.

His body moved over the entire body of this extraordinary enemy. Noting her cadaverous complexion, her black veins pulsing beneath her skin, her milky eyes, and the black matter covering her chest and groin. This woman reeked of death.

And it intrigued him deeply.

A human who was no longer human.

Neither alive nor dead.

A mistake of nature.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out. The bullet pierced Subject M's shoulder. She screamed, falling heavily to the ground. From her wound gushed a thick, pulsing black stream. She was definitely not human.

Grinding, Subject M held her shoulder as the sound of heavy footsteps was heard. Opening her eyes, she was greeted by the Jackal's cannon.

"Sorry," he said, sneering. "But you need to go back where you came from."

Alucard pressed his finger on the trigger, ready to fire. A flash of light erupted, blinding them all. They instinctively raised an arm to shield themselves from the harsh light.

When it dissipated, they could see that the enemy had disappeared.

[hereforreadandwrite]

Prologue

Masterlist

White…

It was the first color she saw upon waking. A glaring light that burned her retinas. Her ears rang, tearing at her head, and her vision was blurred, preventing her from understanding where she was or what was happening.

A noise reached her ears. A steady, high-pitched sound. And voices… several voices, female and male, talking about something incomprehensible. They were discussing consistency, the progress of science, and what the new era of biological weapons was all about.

She was roughly pulled up, forced to sit. Her head fell limply on her shoulder, unable to hold it upright or even stand up. Two people grabbed her arms and dragged her to a wheelchair.

When her vision cleared, she could make out the two people dressed in waterproof sanitary suits, covering them from head to toe. She tried to speak, but because of her dry throat and the lack of strength she had, no sound came out of her lips.

They carried her through long, labyrinthine corridors. The back of her head fell back against the back of the chair. The fluorescent lights flickered for several minutes until they passed through a door and left her in a room locked by a reinforced door.

After that blinding white, darkness engulfed her.

Several minutes… Several hours… Several days… Several months passed…

People in suits returned from time to time to examine her, administer tests, and then disappeared. No one spoke to her. They only chatted among themselves about the state of her samples, about their experiments. They made her life a living hell.

The first experiment: how long she could last without water or food.

The second experiment: pain resistance. Beatings, cold or hot rooms, drowning… she'd been through it all.

But then she discovered the thick, viscous black liquid. A substance that, once in contact with the floor, expanded exponentially.

The third experiment: measuring how long it took for mold to take over a room. Three days for the walls, floor, and ceiling to be covered. Two men tried to enter the room… and never came out.

The scientists were more than satisfied with the results.

She was ready.

The room was sterilized with extreme heat. The pain was excruciating, and she writhed on the floor, screaming as the heat consumed her creation. When they moved her again, she was weak and broken. Strapped into a wheelchair, they wheeled her through the long, labyrinthine corridors to another empty room. A dazzling light came on, forcing her to close her eyes.

Then a female voice spoke:

"Subject M. You are ready. You will be sent into the field to test your new abilities."

[hereforreadandwrite]

Introducing my OC for a possible story in the Hellsing Ultimate universe.

First Name: Mathilda

Last Name: Unknown. Forgotten

Age: Between twenty-five and thirty years old.

Status: Biological weapon/experimental subject.

Backstory: Mathilda is a young woman with amnesia who remembers nothing of her past. All she remembers is waking up in a huge, sterile room, observed by numerous men and women who congratulated each other on their success. Her "creator" told her that she was the result of many years of research to create the perfect biological weapon. A weapon that would arouse no suspicion due to her ordinary human appearance, which allows her to blend in with a crowd.

Due to her status as a biological weapon, she controls a deadly mold that allows her to infect, control, and kill people remotely. She can also contaminate a location of a certain dimension. She can spread her mold throughout a room the size of a living room and then let the substance take over the place on its own.

Human Physique: Long, thick dark brown hair, brown eyes, freckles on her cheeks. She has a slovenly style (a loose-fitting t-shirt, jeans with holes at the knees, and a pair of worn sneakers).

Transformed Physique: Her complexion becomes paler, almost cadaverous, her veins become black and visible due to the mold (it's thanks to the mold that she survives, not blood per se). Very often, she drops her clothes, leaving black mold covering her chest and private parts.

Ability: Control of a deadly mold, controlling and killing people from a distance with this. If she concentrates, she can vomit a huge amount of it to infest a larger area (yeah, not very appetizing).

[moonsun2010]

Made an animatic summarising the entire book as a tribute to Dracula Daily and @re-dracula ! English subtitles provided, with translation by me and @ignitingthesky.

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[hereforreadandwrite]

The video spoils the plot of the book. For those new to reading it, you have been warned.

[fautiger]

“Enter freely. Go safely, and leave some of the happiness you bring!”

Dracula illustration for spooky season. Wanted to take influence from early 20th century illustrators, especially Kay Nielsen and Harry Clarke, but also from Ayami Kojima and the art of Castlevania in general (Dracula from Castlevania netflix is the Dracula iteration I would most like to smooch)