Date: 2018-11-01 09:16 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] singinghuntress
singinghuntress: (hunting aftermath)
When the war ended and the battlefield had been left in smoldering embers, Rip had been one of the last being left of the millions of lives Alucard had consumed over his long life. Somehow she had retained enough of herself not to be wiped away like the rest and survived. There was little doubt Rip was a survivor.

For the next few years, she laid low, traveling and heading back to Brazil almost on instinct as her hunger grew to insatiable levels. Rip could feel the darkness and insanity of him in her blood and yet, she fought hard to keep it at bay. Only, the hunger made it harder and harder to do.

At first, she'd feel and kill the ghouls she made, making sure to leave not a trace of her presence lest she draw the attention of Hellsing. She hadn't wanted that...Rip wanted to live. But, as the hunger and madness grew, she was finding it harder to control and slipped further into the Jungles of the Amazon. She stuck to animals, feeding from them but, it was never enough. She moved to feeding off villages... and still wasn't enough.

Then finally, she lost it. Rip fell to her instincts and started to slaughter everything in her sight, feeding and gorging her self, leaving ghouls behind as she sought a way to try and end her madness! Then the soldiers came and for a moment she remembered a part of herself. Her old military training shined through as she evaded and killed, forcing them to chase her all over the landscape as she decimated it!

But, that could only last for so long before they caught up to her. The battle with Seras had been long and bloody but, she lacked the powers that the other had despite her own skills and vicious ferocity. In the end she was pinned down, struggling and swearing at them in German as she fought like mad to get free. Even this close, they could see she had lost herself in part.

She glared at the blonde with the gun as she stood above her and then screamed when she felt the tranquilizers hit her arm, punching into her flesh. Her struggling slowed until finally she was still. They'd only have a few days to figure out what to do with her.

Where Seras was the last true vampire. Rip was...something. Artificial Vampire? Former Familiar? Rip was definitely something.
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Rip van Winkle

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