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There Rip stood on the deck of the ship. For once she wasn’t on a ship to kill the crew.  No this time she was on the ship to go to America. The war was over for her, and she was free. How she got to be so she couldn’t say. She had woken up from what seemed to be an eternal nightmare. Hell fire penetrating the blackness, the fires roar downing out her own screams. When she opened her eyes she didn’t even realize she was free, for all she saw were the burning buildings of London, their fire rising up against a grey sky. At her feet lay the bodies of humans and demons alike, covered in blood and lord knows what. She began walking using her musket as a crutch. ‘Vat has happened to me?’ She stopped holding her head in agony. All she could remember was fire. Fire incasing her. Fire and him. The only man she feared. Slowly the picture began to form. She had been burning. In the very spot she now stood. She looked around her, eyes wide in horror. Slowly a different scene displayed itself against the smoldering buildings. There were two men. The one she eternally feared, the horrible vampire Alucard, and another she didn’t know. He was rather handsome, long white hair pulled back in a tie, strong dignified features. His face was determined yet terrified. They stood facing each other about to fight. She wanted to call out to him, to tell him to leave for he could never win but her body would not respond. Everything faded to black and for a moment all she knew was fire.



Hearing a noise she turned coming out of her daze. She looked around her, not seeing anything to cause such a noise as the low groan that vibrated through the putrid air. From behind her a pile of bodies began to move.  Normally curiosity would have kept her there. Fear on the other hand told her to run, to fly to somewhere safe. She had died twice, if she had been given a third chance at life she would gladly throw her dignity aside and run.



That is how she found herself on this boat. She had stopped herself at the coast when her fear finally subsided, leaving her almost limp. A vast shoreline stretched out in front of her. Crowed with families. Families carrying all their worldly possession on bags. They were all like her. They were all running from the fear that lay behind. Here there was a rush of people trying to get out of the country by ship. A few hundred feet to her left was a small port that lead to an enormous ship on comparison.  It was a battle ship, yet it was also her only way to escape battle. Getting lost on the crowed was rather easy. She had been given an odd look every now and again. A girl with a gigantic musket was a rather odd site, but her apparent fear, exhaustion and soiled attire was commonplace and overlooked by the fleeing families.



Sneaking on the ship was not the simplest task, but she managed it. She was very tell, yet extremely skinny. She merely slouched and walked on with another family pretending to be one of them. She succeeded in being overlooked by the sailor who should have been paying more attention to his job. He had taken more interest in the woman in front of him talking to her and not noticing that he hadn’t been given enough money for the number of people now walking onto the ship. Rip stumbled into a small room too tired to even look around. She didn’t sleep that day she didn’t know when the ship had set sail, but when she emerged from a small room resembling a storage closet, and no bigger, the cost was nowhere to be seen.  Rip had lazily walked out onto the deck and leaned over the rail watching the waves crash against the ship. She was so tired yet she could not sleep. It was as though she had left something behind in Europe. She felt a void in her now, something in her was missing, something she wanted very much to have back. She looked up her eyes transfixed on the coast.



For the first time in a long time, Rip was calm. Fear was not her reason for going on, now it was hope. Hope that maybe somewhere in America she could feel safe. She took in the world around her. The sky was a twinkle with stars. The moon not quite over the horizon looked full. She was on a naval ship, yet no war was to be fought with this, its sole purpose was to carry its passengers to safety.  Everything was metal, glinting dully in the starlight. It was almost sad to look it. A once dignified ship now used to escape a battle.  She stopped her thoughts there. She no longer wanted to concern herself with war. Rip Van Winkle was no longer going to affiliate her name with that of murders and demons. She was going to be free now, for freedom was all she ever wanted. Filled with hope she looked to the west, to America. Slowly she began humming. Music was a sort of freedom to her, for her song was her own.



I will love you more than me

and more than yesterday

If you can but prove to me

you are the new day



Send the sun in time for dawn

Let the birds all hail the morning

Love of life will urge me say

you are the new day



When I lay me down at night

knowing we must pay

Thoughts occur that this night might

stay yesterday



Thoughts that we as humans small

could slow worlds and end it all

lie around me where they fall

before the new day



One more day when time is running out

for everyone

Like a breath I knew would come I reach for

the new day



Hope is my philosophy

Just needs days in which to be

Love of life means hope for me

borne on a new day



You are the new day



 


Her voice lifting and falling with the waves rolled out over them and flowed along with them. She stopped caring about the world around her all her thoughts on the song.  When she came back, she felt much better, maybe even happy. Her eyes looked at the moon now above the waters edge she could tell it was full.



“A full moon” Rip almost whispered to herself “zee verevilves and zee veirdoes come out tonight.” She giggled. When her and her sister were little this was something they always said. Her eyes went elsewhere as she began to think about her family…



“Then why are you out here?” A masculine voice with a British accent interrupted her thoughts. Rip nearly jumped out of her skin, she was so lost in thought she hadn’t even noticed someone sneaking up behind her. She kept her back to the stranger, not allowing her fear to show through. She stood quivering on the spot, her hands clenching the side of the ship.  Who ever he was he seemed to notice. “Forgive me for startling you, I heard music, so I came to investigate. I hope you can forgive me.”



Rip stood for a moment. His tone did seem sincere and he had apologized. Deciding it was ok to face him, she slowly turned. Her eyes snapped open with a start. There behind her stood the very man she had seen before, the one who had stood up against Alucard. She wanted to run but she had nowhere to go.  



Noticing her fear Luke Valentine took a step back. He had not meant to frighten the girl. He took a breath and relaxed, to show he had no aggressive intentions. Bowing he introduced himself.


“Salutations miss. I am Luke Valentine.” He looked up nervously hoping she would accept his introduction and add one of her own. He gave her a smile as genuine as he could.



Rips muscles loosened with his smile. Something about him almost made her melt. With him standing there she almost felt safe.  An odd emotion bubbled inside her that she didn’t understand. A mixture of butterflies and something else. How could she have stage fright at a time like this?


“H-hello Mr. Valentine.” Rip chocked out, her voice cracking slightly.  “My name iz Rip Van Winkle.”  She nodded her head to him.  “Nice to meet you.”



“You have a beautiful name Miss. Winkle.”  Luke said taking a hand that limply hung at her side and placing a small kiss on it. He smiled again when he looked up, but this time her face paled.



“You’re a vampire…” Rip whispered in alarm pointing to his teeth.  Luke immediately stopped smiling. He didn’t want the entire ship knowing about his ‘condition’.  Quickly he looked around. If she screamed someone was bound to notice.  He looked up seeing the watchtower on the ship. Someone like the night watch. He turned to her as her mouth opened. Grabbing her outstretched hand he pulled her forward and did the only thing he could to stop her. Luke’s lips crashed into Rip’s muffling out whatever noise she was about to make.  



Rip stood on the spot frozen. He was kissing her.. He Was KISSING Her! Her eyes opened further this being her first kiss.  She stood there dumbfounded, her mind in a million places. Her eyes slowly began to close as darkness overwhelmed her. The last thing she remembered was a look of worry in his eye and the smell of roses.  


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This is an unknown love story from hellsing.
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:iconekei-ankokuji:
Ekei-Ankokuji Featured By Owner Jun 27, 2009
lovely story i really like it (especially Luke smelling of roses) ^,..,^
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Anarchy-Nakiwarai Featured By Owner Jul 29, 2009
This is how you found me, isn't it... You commented on this moments after I uploaded it...
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:iconekei-ankokuji:
Ekei-Ankokuji Featured By Owner Jul 29, 2009
Yup and that's the story on how we met ^,..,^
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Anarchy-Nakiwarai Featured By Owner Jul 29, 2009
Wow... I had forgotten untill I got a random hunch.
It took me three hours to figure out how to submit this.
The fact you found it when you did is almost amazing.
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Ekei-Ankokuji Featured By Owner Jul 29, 2009
3 hours ? WTF
You think so? well i guess im lucky to have stumbled upon it, cus now i got a random friend ^,..,^
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Anarchy-Nakiwarai Featured By Owner Jul 29, 2009
Yeah it was giving me A LOT of trouble!!

Btw, can you explain to me how you put a DA Icon into a journal?

I am starting a campaign for real poetry.. >.>
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:iconekei-ankokuji:
Ekei-Ankokuji Featured By Owner Jul 29, 2009
I have no idea, all i do is copy the link then write their names next to it.

really, such as?
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Anarchy-Nakiwarai Featured By Owner Jul 29, 2009
Uhm, I found this guy who writes really good poetry had only one watcher, me.. So I want to change that.

Thus forth this is what I have.. I haven't spell checked it yet..

So It has come to my attention that very few people in the world apopriciate poetry. The idea of a poem is something looked down upon by the ever growing masses.
Naturally this is both upsetting and appoling!

So I am starting the campaigh for real Poetry on DA A place where atleast people with artistic minds will listen!

Now that you have read this I would like you to do two things.

Add your DA ID and or the The ID's of people you believe have poetry worth reading!

I started this as a promo so as to raise the views of poets who's works are too often looked over!
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Hana-Bakemono Featured By Owner May 27, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
BWAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

You finally posted it!!! Instant fave!!! :love:
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:iconanarchy-nakiwarai:
Anarchy-Nakiwarai Featured By Owner May 27, 2009
Yeah!!! It only took me an houre to figure it out.
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Hana-Bakemono Featured By Owner May 27, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
Quick thing though... the font styles, like <font> or whatever... the actual words are showing up, might wanna fix it.
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:iconanarchy-nakiwarai:
Anarchy-Nakiwarai Featured By Owner May 27, 2009
What do you mean?
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:iconhana-bakemono:
Hana-Bakemono Featured By Owner May 28, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
Re-read the story then you'll see...
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