Back at Ferdinant Lukes Orphanage, Anderson was busy attending the orphans, here and there, the students/orphans went, but there was one special one. But in normal case he was just a sickly, weak, and yet beautiful boy. His hair was white as snow and slightly spikey, his eyes were a blue color, like the sky, he was calm and cool, usually, untill one fateful day...
"Vincent, wait!" said a young girl running up to him, she no older than him herself.
"Hm? ... Oh.. Good morning, Mrs. Gainsbrough." said Vincent weakly.
"Vincent, I heard you were very sick! Why are you up walking about?" she said.
"... Even though I'm ill, I still must participate in my classes." said Vincent looking at her cooly as he did.
"But... But they think you might..."
"I'll be fine, don't talk about the bad things or they might come true." He teased.
"Ngh... You... You have to worry about yourself too, you know!" she said.
"Uh... Calm down... Do you want to get in trouble?"
"Mhph... But I have to worry about you! If I don't who will, you?" she asked.
"Mh? What is that I see there. Ah it's a gray hair." said Vincent.
"Ee--- Vincent you... You jerk!" she said, she of course slapped him, and then ran off. Vincent stood there sort of in shock, but then shook it off. He smiled and started to walk off, but just then he lost his footing. He caught himself, and stood up, although he felt extremely weak, he got off the ground and walked away.
"What are you doing up!" said one of the nuns that worked there.
"Sister Rinoa? How are you?" asked Vincent.
"Vincent, you know how sick you are. You can possibly think after I caught your fever, and how fatigued you were, I'd let you go on to class?"
"But... I..." said Vincent as to protect the reason on why he should keep going to class.
"Go on to bed, I'll explain to the teachers your absanty." said Sister Rinoa.
Vincent walked toward the dorms, doing this how ever made him feal like he was cheating his way out of work. He was sick constantly, he felt really bad, everyone else was healthy and happy, he could hardly go out into the sun, without running a fever, or catching a cold. He looked at his dorm, and then he felt rather empty. He sat down on his bed, he was really weak and lost sitting up and fell backwards on his bed. He looked out the window and saw everyone talking and sitting in the grass. How he wished he could do that. He looked solomnly down at the floor he felt alone, even though he shared his room, he felt like he was an outcast.
"Ye know if ye wanted tae go oot so bad ae can take yeh."
Vincent jumped he surely didn't expect Anderson to walk in on one of his sulks. He looked back with a slight look of surprise, and a slight smile.
"No.. It's alright, Father." said Vincent, he looked back out the window, "the nuns say I shouldn't be doing much activity."
"Well ae thought it was such eh nice day oot and ae noticed you weren't oot thare." said Anderson.
"Maybe next time... Maybe." murmued Vincent his skin was so pale, it seemed he got severly sick every time it was a clear sunny day, he was so pale, and yet girls almost worshiped him like a god.
"Aeright then, get some rest ya hear?" said Anderson as he turned to leave the room.
Vincent sighed he kept looking out at the feilds, he closed his eyes and remembered when he was a little child. His mother would smile and hold him close, he remembered the butterfly landing on his face and him crying, and the mother comforting him, telling him it was harmless and that it was a wounder of nature. Then he remembered his mother dieing, and after that he kept getting sick on sunny days, or the day she died, or when he was in a bad moode. He layed down, and started to think a little.
'It seems every thing I do makes me sick.' he rolled over and looked at the window, 'every breath I take, every action I make, and every word i say, seems to leave me in this state.' He looked out again. He started to feal very weak, he felt very uneasy.
"Mo...ther... Are you... Ready for me... Now?" he muttered as he fell into a slumber. Later one that day, classes were let out and the orphans were returning to their dorms. Erin Gainsbrough decided to stop by, Vincent's room to check up on his condition.
"Vinnie?" she asked, but there was no reply. She walked over to the young 15 year old Vincent's body, she felt his fore head, it was burning up to where it felt almost cold, "Vincent! Vincent please wake up!" she said, she shook him, and even smaked him a little, but Vincent was not wakeing up. He had apparently fallen into a coma or possibly worse. Erin ran out of the room to find Anderson or a nun to hopefully help him.
"Where am I?" asked Vincent, the whole world was black around him, he knew his eyes were open, but then why couldn't he see?
"Well, if it isn't our newest family member." said a subductingly evil femaleish voice.
"Who are you!" said Vincent, he felt like he was talking to the darkness, untill a woman showed up, one of the beautifulest women he's ever seen, and yet, her skin was like his, her eyes were blood red, and she had fangs, that only showed while she was talking.
"I am your only family member..." she said, it was faint but surely she wasn't an illusion.
"Your... Your a midian... I mean a..." said Vincent frantically.
"A... Vampire? Heh heh... ha ha ha ha.." she laughed, her laugh was so dark.
"What do you mean my only realitive?" asked Vincent, "I know good and well my mother was my last, and my dad died when I was really young!"
"But your not alone." said the woman, "I'll give you eternal life, all your strength back, if you accept me."
"Never... Get away from me you hag!" said Vincent, then a surge of life started to separate from him, "Wh-what the!"
"Your dieing... You don't havelong for this world little boy." she smirked.
"Argh... I'd perfer dieing... Than becomeing one of your slaves!" said Vincent, but just then he was bitten by her, he felt the last of his life force leave his body, and then he fell dead.
"This way please hurry!" said Erin. But by the time she got there, Vincent had slipped away, his eyes slightly open like he was wakeing up, they were still that beautiful blue that they always emited, but now they were dull and dead, just like he was. The nun ran over to him and picked him up, he was indeed beyond life, passed away or so they thought...
Gainsbrough- Gains-bra-th Erin- Air-in Rinoa- Rin-o-ah This is my first Hellsing fanfic and the plot will thicken in time.