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my hobby totally isn't rewatching hellsing just to pause it at certain moments in order to catch alu's crazed or weird ass expressions.

alucard calling walter a punk bitch is the most iconic headliner in the manga series

how to trap manyari 101

Just wanna say that I really love your acc! 💘 May I ask what some of your favorite scenes from Hellsing ultimate are??

aw thank you so much! i'll give you two of them!

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because seras imitating alucard was one of the best things in the show + pissy integra is always a treat LMAO

there is also another where integra and alucard were on the phone. this scene is much more vivid in the japanese dub, but basically here, alu was being a little teasing shit and asking if integra became horny from declaring war, hence his "did you feel your blood rush?" and her instantly blushing, turning tsundere and throwing the phone back on the hook. his laugh afterwards is what makes it one of my favorite scenes lmao

the rest of my favorites pretty much mostly consist of jan. dude carried the show on his back for only one episode but at least he went out with the last laugh 😩

Hi! Would you mind writing Vladcard paired with a (black) POC during his time as a prince? Or at least headcanons? There's barely any representation and he deserves a dark skinned queen to spice up his life for once lmao NSFW and SFW are fine!

hey, babe! it's hilarious that you ask this because i've been spending my free time writing an alucard x poc oc smutfic that's probably never going to get done because of my absolutely shitty adhd LMAO. i unfortunately don't have the time to whip up a full-on story right now, so yes, i'll happily give some headcanons! you can use these to put into a possible story of your own if you'd like!

as i myself am originally from africa ( 🇬🇭 ), these headcanons will more so be based on cultural and physical features from there rather than other places across the globe! these can always still apply to black beauties from america, the caribbeans, etc! i hope that's okay!

( written in 3rd POV instead of 2nd ! )

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VLAD X BLACK POC

NSFW AHEAD ‼️

• upon when they first met, he was mesmerized by her appearance. during his time as a human, afro-romanians rarely existed and his country was fairly homogeneous, the characteristics, practices and physical elements of others alien to him.

• seemingly mischievous was the subtle lift at one corner of his mouth when he bowed and took her hand softly into his, placing his lips against the back of her palm, "i've never seen such a color of skin as deep as yours, draga mea. it is uniquely beautiful, without taint or blemish. from where have you resided?"

• within many regions of western africa, women dress in a traditional accessory named waist beads. vlad has to hold himself back everytime he watches his s/o undress in front of him, cherishing the way each bejeweled string coils around her stomach and rests atop flared hips. it grew to be his most favorite of things that he could witness again and again, finding it remarkably sexy.

• waist beads are also not meant to be seen by the public eye and are to be hidden underneath clothing, only available to the man of whom they are married on sensual nights. vlad receives a powerful wave of pride and possession over her from this rule, knowing that he is the only that can see her in this way. him and him alone.

• lips. especially when they are plump and begging to be kissed or tugged between his teeth. he is obsessed.

• though he does not favor the sunlight, he cannot help but appreciate the way it glitters her skin bronze underneath an evening.

• he is an adventurous man, and from his interest for her and getting to know more about her heritage, he often emphasizes wanting to visit her homeland.

• it comes as no surprise, but he loves when she is robed in the color red. he thinks the contrast of her skin and the garment makes the color much more vibrant. sometimes, though, he will playfully tease her that she cannot pull off the color as well as he does.

• he is purely an ass man, groping at the ass, hips and thighs during sex. the bigger, the better. he has absolutely no negative views on the thickness a woman's body harbors in general, as long as he has something he can hold while pounding them senseless, those fingers will practically mold into the flesh.

• eye contact is a must for him. it is so intimate. hers may simply be the darkest shade of brown to where the pupil is unseen, but to him, that only means that they are able to reflect so much more.

• that being said, the headboard slamming against the wall is nothing in comparison to the "look at me as you take my cock." that growls from his tongue as he feels himself collapsing further into ecstasy. failure to comply or shying away only results in him roughly grabbing her chin and forcing her to do so. "ah, don't you go into hiding now, my love. i want to see the look in your eyes when i fill you up."

• there is most likely always a half-empty goblet of red wine sitting beside his share of the bed. he no longer cares for the mess that will proceed afterwards when it comes to her, grabbing the cup and slowly tilting it above her nude torso. the drink pours against her skin and he is quick to bend down and use his tongue to lick every curve, occasionally nipping the underside of her breast, abdomen, and underneath her navel. some of the wine has been absorbed into the sheets by then, but that will be left for his servants to clean.

• speaking of servants and his shamelessly risk nature, there were multiple times where his cum dressed the floors and bedsheets during the rather rare moments he chose to pull out of her. he merely watched as one of them pried back the comforter and gasped at the white mess that rested in the middle of it. holding in his amusement? never.

• servants, in fact, don't catch a break. if one is to walk into his bedroom unannounced and in the depths of sex with his s/o, he disregards their presence and continues to fuck them as if they aren't there. the servant quickly folded a hand over their sight and muttered an apology before closing the door after their exit. though his partner is embarrassed, he is the complete opposite. "perhaps now they have learned the value of what it means to knock, hm?"

What's a favorite HC of yours on Hellsing?

PURRING. purring. purring. purring. purring.

all hellsing vampires have the ability to purr whenever they are elated or relaxed and it's canon idc. they have no control over when it occurs either. they can be in the middle of talking and it will start to rumble in their chest.

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Alucard

• i like to think that the more relaxed alucard is, the more prominent the vibration and volume from his purr becomes. imagine walking inside the basement to see him napping within his throne and all you hear are the echos of his loud ass purr throughout the empty space. that's probably what luke heard 0.3 seconds before rudely smashing his door in ova 2.

• alu also purrs in enjoyment of when blood, killing or a worthy opponent is involved, of course. one is probably unable to hear it over the sounds of bullets being fired, people screaming, chaos ensuing, but the second all of that dies down, his purr is all that's left to hear lmao. i love to think that this exact scenario happened during and after all of his kills at the hotel in ova 3. all of the horrific and twisted up corpses everywhere, but then there's just . . cute kitten noises in the corner. definitely brightens the mood LMAO.

Seras Victoria

• this girl is most likely always purring. she is so bubbly.

• whenever she receives praise from either alucard, integra, or walter, there she is, purring. she becomes overly joyful. pats on the head will without a doubt intensify the volume of it.

Luke Valentine

• luke is able to purr, but these are on rare occasions, since jan is aggravating the shit out of him 24/7.

Jan Valentine

• jan's purrs are absolutely obnoxiously loud, as loud as his foul mouth, but he can't help it. he's most likely always content because he refuses to give a fuck about anything that goes wrong in his undead life. ( hc created with @namelesscoward1 just yesterday PFF )

• luke has thrown a book at his head for purring so loudly. he missed, but he still got his point across. "would you keep it down?! i can't hear myself think with all of your racket!"

• sex? definitely gets him purring. the sight of big titties or a nice ass? definitely gets him purring.

• jan becomes ridiculously excited at the mere thought of death and guns. during previous millennium missions with his brother, his purr was noisy enough to completely give away their hideout position.

Rip Van Winkle

• give or take this woman to a few live operas and you will never hear the end of it.

• like seras, she has childlike characteristics. because she's so cheerful, i imagine her always being unable to silence her purrs as well.

• though, if you want to silence them, simply mention alucard's name. that will get her quiet real quick.

Tubalcain Alhambra

• I can totally see this man beginning to purr simply because you agreed to play a game of cards with him, especially when he's winning.

just something about dudes having their hands in their pockets that makes them 100000x more fuckable

Jan: "Hey, wassup, Big Red! Long time no see!" *raises hand and waits for high five*

Alucard: ...

Jan: ...

Jan: "Wh-"

Alucard: "Get the hell away from me."

Was watching hellsing ultimate for the first time the other day, and in almost every scene, Alucard's hair changes length or sides like what the heck is wrong with his head lol

alu's hair honestly has a mind of its own and i like to think he never notices or does but doesn't care enough lmao. you'll also notice that it tends to grow when he is in the midst of deep emotions in some scenes; primarily anger or sadness, and that it also of course grows whenever he is releasing vampiric power. it reminds me so much of kayako saeki from the grudge franchise.

keep in mind that his hair was down past his ass during his time as a human prince! ( imagine all the servants that got to wash and groom those locks everyday. 😩 ) vladcard is his true form, so its actual length is long as hell. he possibly found it tiring to constantly keep up with or always getting everywhere, which is why we see the shortened length in his standard form—something else i like to think about and is hilarious to me.

i've came across some fanarts where his hair is illustrated in a half-down-half-up style ( similiar to vikings ) or braided! pretty cool to see!

Hello! So you do you know that scene in episode 3 where Alucard kills all of the soldiers at the hotel? The final soldier that shot himself out of fear was a really powerful scene to me but could I ask what made Alucard so angry about it? If it isn't taking up to much of your time!

heya, lovely! you aren't taking up any of my time at all! thank you for coming to me for this question! 💖

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MENTIONS OF SUICIDE ‼️

i do agree that it's a very powerful moment. i actually have two viewpoints on alucard's transfer in disposition during this scene; the most common one being that, of course, he became livid from the fact the soldier took a completely cowardice way out of the battle.

as you know what comes right after this occurs, he proceeds to yell at seras and lecture her on the essence and reality of war, and soon after that, states, "come along now, seras. no time to be a coward." i imagine he's, without a doubt, also referring to the soldier that took his own life moments earlier, including seras' small burst of defiance and trying to reason against his orders, trying to reason against continuing to fight. i can do an entire discussion on that scene as well but we'll save that for a different time because if i do it now, i will start to go off topic! 😭

my second viewpoint on the reason behind his anger also stems from the creator of this entire franchise; the hentai king himself, kouta hirano.

i once read somewhere that when he was asked what inspired him to create alucard's character, he replied simply with "jealousy."

if you look deeper into alucard's mentality, it's mentioned how fascinated he is by the cycle of human life, because he himself has never gotten to experience a naturally-caused death during his time as a prince. he never got to grow old, he was only 45 when executed. he has respect for humans who evolve and strive within their lives, and respect the elders especially, merely because they are able to prevail through an olden age. and though he may have respect, that respect and fascination is not untouched by envy. he is envious of humans and always will be, because he will always have one regret to burden his shoulders for the rest of his days.

and he envies them not only because they are able to live, but that they are able to die.

i'm not going to say that alucard is a majorly suicidal character. though he is tired of walking the earth, he carries his pride on his shoulders like a king. he will not accept death unless it is done by the hands of a human being, nor does he let them win without a fight til the end.

alucard realized centuries ago that he made the mistake of choosing immortality and becoming what he is, and as i stated, he's grown weary of his existence. one bullet to the head was all that was needed for that soldier to end himself before alucard could get to him. the reason he became furious was simply because the man could die, and so easily, too. and because he himself can't, that is why alucard was also jealous in that scene.

i hope this answer has helped!

A Night for Hunting Ch.15 -A New Home

T/W: Alucard (Ultimate) x F!Reader, soft yandere, romance, Hellsing cast, mild sexual content, somnophilia, ‘blood drinking,’ depressed vampire @alastorhazbin On AO3 Words: 4989

Happy New Year! I have good vibes about this upcoming year already. Looking back, this account is now one year old! Crazy how everything I wrote under this name was done within the last year. I do think there is improvement between now and what I first wrote. Hopefully I will continue to get better as I write more this year!

The manor and its adjacent towers were constructed in the Victorian style. There was only one main building, but it was massive, with hundreds of windows lining a mansion of at least three stories tall. From outside, there may have been another top floor. Perhaps the sole purpose of this upper level was simply to grant greater ceiling height to the foyer or another central room, which seemed an aesthetic the wealthy aspired to. 

You continued to gawp at the scale of the place. It had seemed as if the forest stretched on forever when the manor suddenly came into view from behind a gargantuan fence. The coiffered lawn hugged a paved path on either side, ending elegantly in a line of manicured spruce trees.

You swallowed as you entered the foyer and stepped closer to Alucard. The entrance was every bit as stately as this building’s exterior, but your observations of the decor were cut short by an older gentleman who came to greet you. Silver cuff links adorned a neatly pressed dress shirt and the muted violet vest complimented his slacks well. Wisps of bangs escaped a shaggy ponytail, swaying as he dipped his head.

“Alucard,” he acknowledged the vampire before turning to you and you stiffened as he bent into a slight bow with an arm over his chest. “Young Miss, welcome to Hellsing.” He spoke with a polished lilt.

Your eyes widened and you almost flinched at the clipped words. You were not expecting anyone to bow to you, not even the posh butler. As quick to fluster as you were, you barely managed to squeak out a reply. “Y-yes! Thank you!”

The corners of the old man’s crow feet crinkled around slate grey eyes with the cordial smile. “You may call me ‘Walter.’ I am the Hellsing family’s butler.” He extended an arm towards you with the palm up and you snatched it up to shake.

“Nice to meet you too!” You stammered, clutching the worn hand between both of yours as you introduced yourself.

For a beat, no one spoke, but Walter’s teeth were now showing through the smile.

“Your jacket, Young Miss?” He clarified.

Of course he meant your jacket. This man was clearly a proper member of the English upper society. You nearly buried your burning face in your hands as the other man took your outerwear after you removed it, feeling Alucard mocking you while you decided to ignore him.

“If you would follow me,” the butler said as he turned on his heel and strode through the foyer, disappearing down a hall.

Multiple corridors passed by. This was no ordinary mansion. It was the headquarters of a secret organization that hunted vampires and ghouls for generations. How in the world was this vast organization and the existence of such creatures kept confidential? Perhaps ‘agreeing’ to stay here with Alucard was a mistake. What were you doing here? You had no business poking around with hunts for the undead.

Hold your head high, little one. You belong here as much as anyone.

How that could be was beyond you. You weren’t strong or dangerous like the few guards you glimpsed. Neither were you as sophisticated as the butler or the other members of staff you came across thus far. It was as if even the serving staff were selected for decorum. You looked as uncomfortable and undignified as you felt to be standing where you were. Your steps faltered and you let yourself fall behind, your eyes tracking Alucard’s retreating back up ahead with longing, knowing it would be unwise to seek his touch in the midst of watching eyes.

Rumbling laughter echoed as his touch brushed your mind once again. You are a human within a human organization. It is the police girl and I who are out of place, silly child.

His voice jolted you from your reveries and you rushed to catch up. You prayed Alucard was correct as you were ushered up a grand set of stairs in solid oak and into another room, forcefully straightening your back with the meek hope of projecting poise you did not feel.

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The stout door fell shut behind you, and with it went the last of your freedom. Your gaze fell on the lone figure by a sprawling wooden desk where a stoic blonde woman sat with her mouth hidden behind intertwined fingers. She wore men’s attire, complete with a cravat and cross at her throat. The outfit suited her demeanor well. The light reflected off her glasses and when the glint passed, you caught the brilliant calculating stare of crystal blue.

You immediately knew you were being evaluated. You let out a breath as the nervous weight returned, coiling heavily in your stomach and your gaze nearly fell from hers. Shifting your weight to your other foot, your fingers twitched as you fought the urge to stick your hands in your pockets. 

You only remembered to keep breathing when Walter put a closed fist to his lips and cleared his throat.

“You are looking at Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing, head of the Hellsing Organization.” Walter swept forward and bent at the hips in a formal bow to address his master, then retreated into the shadows of the room. You could barely see the man once he settled against the wall by Integra’s side.

You didn’t meet Sir Hellsing’s gaze again for fear of appearing overly bold, but lowered your head in greeting. You licked your lips and nibbled the inside of the bottom, still trying desperately not to let out too many indications of your anxiety. It felt like you were being stripped bare. This was Alucard’s master. Her presence was just as commanding and words wouldn’t come to your now parched throat.

Long moments passed in silence as your heart hammered away. There was no slouch in your posture nor restless bounce to your feet. You would not allow yourself to present yourself in such a slovenly manner. Though you were under no physical threat, you may as well have been on trial at a cross examination.

Your silent judge took out a cigar and spoke at last.

“So this is the woman occupying my servant's time. And who inspired him to steal my jet for a night,” the master of the castle uttered casually with a raised brow and an unreadable grin. 

Walter stepped up to her side to light the cigar she dangled between her lips and she exhaled with a plume of smoke. The spicy aromas of tobacco and leather filled your nose. Sir Hellsing took another extended draw with her eyes closed before letting it out. The ghostly fumes trailed into the air in lazy tendrils and gradually vanished.

You too wanted to disappear under the scrutiny of so many intimidating people, but her words caught your attention.

You shot Alucard a dirty look. He stole it? But of course he did. It was exactly like how you came home one night to an empty apartment. The bat bastard had collected all your stuff for 'safekeeping' and announced it was time for you to move in with him. What about your human rights?! The asshole next to you cackled boorishly and appeared much too pleased with himself.

“Shut up about that! It isn’t funny!” You snapped at him before remembering yourself too late as you looked back at Sir Integra with mortification. “I mean–”

Surprise passed fleetingly by the other woman’s face until it was replaced by the faintest hint of a smile. “At ease,” she waved you off as the damn vampire interrupted.

“Delightfully feisty, is she not, Master?” 

"Alucard, the circumstances may be amusing to you, but do not forget that I gave you leave to bring a civilian here. Hellsing’s purpose is no trifling matter.” The woman reprimanded the vampire before her gaze settled on you. “You are his responsibility. However, you will undergo basic training. Do not make me rescind this demonstration of goodwill."

Your heart plummeted at the mention of training, knowing you would struggle under the tutelage of anyone who hunted monsters for a living. But you were permitted to stay with Alucard (even if you complained a lot). Not knowing what response was most appropriate, you stood even straighter at attention with your chin tilted up slightly. This was a military compound afterall. 

“Yes ma’am!” You shouted, though you felt no confidence from the declaration.

Her lips twitched as her expression softened a touch. Steel blue eyes continued to appraise you, yet the severe furrow to her brows eased. Her fingers drummed across the desk. Unexpectedly, she gave you her blessings. 

"Take care of him. He is little more than a sobbing child," she stated. 

Huh? Who was this woman to insult him so? You looked to Alucard, but the said vampire didn’t seem offended. Rather, he was grinning from ear to ear, appearing very pleased he was permitted to keep you. You were utterly confused by their dynamic.

“I expect as much from the woman who earned my wayward servant’s affections. You may leave.” She dismissed you.

Your vampire turned, hiding you from prying eyes and murmuring words only meant for you. "This is now your home, little dove." He caressed the crown of your head as you stared at him with huge eyes filled with uncertainty. His eyes snapped to a younger blonde girl standing by the wall who you did not notice prior and she stumbled awkwardly to attention with a salute.

“Ah, y-yes, Master!”

You left the chamber accompanied by a young changeling and the warmth of her sire’s gaze lingering on your back.

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Seras, the relatively new fledgling, was your tour guide. A part of you still wanted to dislike her, but she was just too sweet. It was nice to have someone normal to talk to who didn’t make you feel like you were strapped to a dissection table.

“Soooo…you came here with Master?!” She ventured after half an hour of meaningless banter and showing you around the training grounds.

“Yes I did.” You were uncomfortable with the prospects of having to explain your relationship to anyone since you've never had to, but the feeling was particularly intense with Alucard's changeling.

“How did you meet?” She asked while turning back to you with a chipper smile.

Gosh, this was getting so awkward you almost wanted to scratch your own head.

“...We ran into each other one night after I was done at work…” Your thoughts raced. Could she smell the half-truth? Seras seemed naive and kind of cute, but she remained a stranger you just met. How much could you tell her? How much did she already know?

“Oh! I hope you were okay! Master would insult me if I did something like that,” she casted her eyes to the side and pouted, nearly deflating with her attestation. 

You chortled with laughter, empathising with the young girl as you stated with a vacant stare, “He laughs at me all the time.”

At that she cheered up and the tension in your thoughts released as the two of you found some common ground while venting about Alucard’s indiscretions.

You walked side-by-side. The blonde vampiress rambled on as she took you through the main features of the manor. Hall after hall passed as she led you between each room you would need.

Wainscotting, coffered ceilings, gilded crown moulding, crystal chandeliers, plush carpets, rare marble tiles. Every lavish upgrade you could think of, you saw somewhere in the residence without it appearing gaudy. It was stunning, but…strangely gloomy. And just like the way Shangri-la was not you, you were a fish out of water here as well. The feeling only grew stronger the further you went. You scoffed at Alucard’s assertion that you belonged here, sorely missing the warm coziness of a home that was no longer yours.

As you toured the premises with Seras, it became apparent that there were way fewer servants of the kind you expected, the ones who would help run an estate of this size. Sure there were cleaners and workers in the kitchen and the manor was tasteful and clean. But oddly, it was soldiers who made up the bulk of the visible staff.  

You and Seras passed another patrol as she showed you to your bedroom on the second floor. 

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You bid her goodnight and sighed with relief when you were at last afforded the luxury of privacy.

Your jacket hung in an open closet. All your belongings were there in the room, packed into boxes in a neat corner. That was the entirety of it? Your possessions were certainly humble when juxtaposed into a room as spacious as this. After exploring your storage options, you began the tedious work of unpacking.

A wealth of information was delivered to you today. You were reeling from whiplash. Even if Alucard previously broached the topic of moving in, the abrupt relocation into this organization was overwhelming. 

Your new ‘home’ was beautiful, yet…everything about it was dreadfully formal and you got the sense that this compound operated under a rigid hierarchy and set of rules. 

This was no simple rich person's playground and getting used to this authoritarian setting was going to be beyond difficult. You tossed around in bed as your thoughts wandered. Did your place here depend entirely on Alucard and Integra’s favour? You knew your vampire would not allow you to be mistreated, yet you did not know your standing without Alucard by your side nor what was expected of you. What would become of you? 

They said it would be easier if you slowly transitioned to a nocturnal lifestyle if you were to live here, but you were exhausted by everything you saw. As you rolled into the soft satin sheets to try and sleep, you sighed. The opulence that was present even in your new bedroom was entirely foreign. 

Everywhere you went, the people you encountered were pleasant, but the stares and whispers followed closely on your tails. They knew. Everyone knew you came with Alucard and of the sudden delivery of a stranger’s belongings before you were brought here. And guessing your relationship was no challenge. 

You had barely seen Alucard since you arrived. Instead you were escorted from one oversized room to the next as Seras stuffed your head with random facts you’d need to know. As you were thrown flailing headfirst into the world of the supernatural (which you didn’t wholly ask for), the simmering doubt bubbled into a seething boil.

They said Alucard stayed in the basement. Some familiarity would be much appreciated right now. Would you be in trouble? You wanted to see him more than anything to know that everything will be okay. To sit in his lap and stare into the sunset as he soothed away your fears with the lull in his words and gentle touch.

You stayed on your toes to muffle unnecessary noise as you slipped out of your room and traced your path back to a hidden entrance in an unassuming hallway, which was where Seras told you he stayed during your tour. 

With careful hands, you pulled at the door, which didn’t budge until you put your weight behind it and yanked. You winced at the unoiled creak that groaned louder than thunder in the silence. 

It was a staircase.

You saw only as far as four steps down before it became pitch black. You walked in anyways and closed the door behind you so no one would be privy to you sneaking around. 

You couldn't see anything. There was no moonlight or wall lights. Just the nothingness that swallowed you whole as you shut yourself in. 

Alucard. You called him.

No reply. 

He must be here. His signature was ubiquitous, a welcome oppression that gave density to the air you inhaled. You felt around blindly, and softly, softly, in the shadows, one tentative step at a time, you made it to the bottom of the stairs while remaining close to the wall. Your fingers brushed a plaque and you traced the letters tentatively. 

...T-O-R…TORTURE?

Surely that must be wrong. Unease rippled through your mind as you gulped. You hugged yourself and rubbed your ears. Without the whisper of your steps, the silence became deafening as well. With nothing to see or hear, you stood alone in a void, but he was here. You knew it in your soul. 

You stayed put to try letting your eyes adjust to the lack of light, but even that was hopeless. You couldn’t even differentiate if your eyes were open or closed. This was the kind of place where spidery demons of legend ambush their prey from the shadows. There was an almost imperceptible draft blowing past you and the air felt wet. Your nose curled with revulsion as you imagined what this place must look like. 

The darkness and silence and moldy dampness gave you the creeps, but this was his lair. Monsters and whatnot may lurk in this world, but the scariest of them all…was your lover. You were invincible here. Nothing could harm you. 

You let out an audible breath to remind yourself that you have only temporarily lost your senses. Sightless, you kept shuffling along, staying close to the walls to help guide your way. Whether this place was cramped, you could not tell, not even if it was a hallway or an open cavern. Your flesh prickled into chicken skin from the eeriness. 

While everyone else stayed in the lavish manor above, Alucard lived here? 

Minor interactions from the day welled up and you recounted how uneasy others were around him. Were you once the same? Realization dawned and your chest squeezed tight. He gave his services to this organization, but they treated him like…a monster to be caged, ostracized, and feared. Your lips pressed together in a taut line as you picked up the pace to rush to your vampire.

You ran out of wall to follow. You must have arrived at a turn. Or it could be a wall ending within a spacious room.

Alucard? You reached for him in your mind.

Still he did not answer. You stumbled over your feet and dithered where you were. Perhaps coming here uninvited was a bad idea, but before you could decide which direction to walk next, you heard him. 

This is no place for a sweet human like yourself. Turn back.

"Why bring me all the way here only to turn me away now?" 

Speaking out loud was equivalent to screaming into the abyss, shattering the engulfing silence. It reverberated and your words echoed off into the distance for you to voice your question over and over. "You invited me to live with you. I came to Hellsing for you. I chose to be here with you."

A pregnant pause after your words faded. When there was nothing for several more moments and you were about to march forward blindly anyways, he answered. 

Very well. Come to me, he whispered.

Alucard lit the way. Hundreds of thousands of eyes opened along the stones, guiding the path to him. You now saw you were in a long corridor, the end of which was not visible. 

You followed his macabre lead, feeling his pull more as you neared, a tyrannical energy that grew more potent with each step. The blanket of power was so welcome.

He had such a flair for theatrics. He could just come out and greet you like a good host. Chuckling bounced around your head. 

There is no fun in that, little one.

You snorted, but sobered up as you studied your newly visible surroundings. The basement was not yet finished. It was bleak and indeed dank with mildew. Something dripped in the distance.

Alucard lives here? This was no home. This repugnant hole in the ground was more like…a dungeon.

”How unseemly for a lady to come seeking a monster’s company at night,” the vampire murmured, pressing behind your back with his hands wrapped around your waist. You gasped at the unexpected presence, then sighed in relief and leaned back into him.

"You aren't a monster," you said softly while reaching back to pull him against you by the thighs. It was true that you hadn’t truly thought of him as one in a very long time. His chest rumbled from purring as he nuzzled into the side of your head. “Your home is so lonely.” You pushed your forehead to his as he continued to nudge against you, closing your eyes to breathe him in as a wave of sadness washed over your senses.

As you basked in his solid presence behind you, the darkness lost its foreboding. You were now wrapped in the safe blanket of night. His darkness, which hid and protected you, unweaved the intricate web ensnaring you with fear. He disappeared as you made your way into a clearing, but your fright was already banished. Knowing Alucard was right here with you gave you peace of mind.

Meagre torches came on one by one and you followed the garish light that made you squint. Everywhere your eyes fell, empty blood bags were illuminated by each consecutive lamp alighting, leading to a massive throne that occupied the middle of the room. There Alucard sat in solitude with his chin on a fist. Blood splattered the floor where the drained packets lay. 

“I have been famished lately,” he rumbled, his bangs shielding one gleaming eye from view.

“What’s new? Do you always gorge yourself like this? Such a messy eater.” You replied with a cringe, then looked away from the littered floor. “I couldn't sleep, so I decided to pay you a visit.”

The King smiled a toothy grin and extended a hand to you. “Come here, little one.”

Tiptoeing gingerly around the blood sacks, you reached the King, who pulled you into his lap. As you leaned against him, your tension from the day melted away from the physical contact and you yawned.

You lay your head on Alucard’s shoulder, then peered up at him through lidded eyes.

“A lot of things happened today,” you mumbled.

“...”

“I was shown so many rooms and told so many things, I doubt I’d even remember all of it, especially the arbitrary rules. I’m sure I’d get lost though.”

“...”

“There’s a hallway with these classical paintings, the ones with the fancy gold frames. They look like they might be originals! It was really weird how they were all just a bit tilted though. Is that something rich people just do for rich people's reasons?”

You were rambling. He must already know the random trivia when it came to this mansion, but you continued to blab about the various things you were shown in the Hellsing manor as your lover quietly listened to you unload. Your heart quivered, the stress from the move at last catching up.

"...Why me, Alucard?" You whispered against his chest as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt.

"You are a fool if you must ask."

He plucked you from his lap and took you through another room, where you spotted a palatial bed to the side, fit for a king, but he brought you to his coffin instead. It was an enormous wooden box, glossy black with engraving that you couldn’t discern in the poor lighting. The lid floated off by itself and you peeked inside.

It looked like a velvet mattress padded with cushioning on the sides. If it weren’t for the knowledge that it was a coffin, it wouldn’t be too bizarre at all. You glanced over and saw Alucard looking at you as if he was waiting for you to freak out. You got in instead.

It was surprisingly spacious inside, until Alucard joined and crowded you. Clearly these were made for single occupation! The lid closed and darkness engulfed you. This was supposed to be creepy, but you found yourself remarkably unbothered as the vampire rearranged the two of you until he was under you with the silken fabric of his cravat against your face. 

No heartbeat. The dead silence of his chest was well-known to you. Up so close to the one you wanted most the entire time you were here, you began to drift.

That you braved the dark to seek him for comfort gave Alucard great pleasure. Now locked in with him, there was no way to escape the coffin unless he allowed it. He let his mind wander. A balm to his battered soul, that was what you were.

“My Darling, if there ever comes a time you are in danger and I am absent, hide in this coffin. It will provide you with some measure of protection.”

You mumbled something in reply and burrowed into him, but your vampire wasn’t ready to let you fade away.

His hands roamed your body, his erection pressed taut against your stomach. He dragged you up by the armpits as you squealed until his lips met yours. Smooth lips tugged at you and you groggily let him in, distantly wondering what you would do if copper filled his mouth.

It didn’t. He tasted, as always, of vintage wine, and you melted into him with the yearning of a day spilling over. Suckling his tongue, you shyly brought his hands from your back to your chest and pressed his fingertips into the fat pads there. He was happy to massage you, making you squirm when he rolled and pinched your peaks.

Through a closed-eye grin, you giggled, "You’re freezing, but I'll keep you warm when you sleep from now on."

The vampire's cock twitched. Vibrant orangey-yellow irises narrowed slightly before swirling with affection as he squeezed you to his chest with extra limbs.

You slipped towards sleep with a smile on your face. At last, while you lay in a cramped wooden box underground on top of a living corpse, you were comfortable to be where you were.

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Pain.

You gasped. The shocking sensation seared your nerves, yet you found it impossible to remove yourself from the terrible feeling. It passed immediately as the pain numbed, then melded into pleasure unlike anything you’d ever experienced. Your mind went blank as another wave rolled through simultaneously with a distant pull at your neck. Have you gone mad? If people abused drugs for ecstasy such as this, you too would go delirious from addiction. 

Blood feeds blood.

Your body jolted feebly under a weight that would not give way, forcing you to remain immobile and endure the electrified sparks up your spine.

Alucard.

His teeth sank deep into your throat as he took that lengthy drag. Your essence funnelled into him while you spun, intoxicated from desire. 

Blood calls blood.

Excruciatingly enticing.

You tilted your head to grant him access to your soul.

Blood is, and blood was,

You didn’t even wince this time as slick pooled from blazing loins and your back arched. More. You needed more.

He was inside you. Thick and delicious and somehow you were accommodating him despite his immense size, the siren-song of his whispers in your ears, rending your existence apart with sultry thoughts and promises of eternity.

And blood shall ever be.

He was pounding you into the plush cushions of a coffin. Making you whole. An angel found her wings.

Daughter of the Night.

Pain and pleasure were the same. Coherent thought escaped as you became one. The only certainty was that this was meant to be–

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The Bird of Hermes is My Name

Eating My Wings to Keep Me Tame

You woke with a start panting, sweat clinging to your brows and soaking your back. You were indeed lying on plush cushions and still inside the coffin with your crotch soaked in juice. There was suddenly so much room? 

No, you were not alone. Alucard was on top of you as a weighted blanket of shadow. His hand was tight on your mound. 

"Such indelicate fantasies you hold, my Dear." 

You may have been in absolute darkness, but you heard the smirk in his voice. A giant eye opened, hovering where you assumed the coffin’s lid was, examining you with a wild gaze as invisible hands palmed your body. Your sopping pussy throbbed as she recalled the dream.

"Ha! As if! You put those delusions in my head!" 

The vampire chuckled at the retort. 

It felt so real. You could almost feel his phantom teeth in your vein and your lifeblood leaving the warm confines of your vessel to mingle with his. You could almost feel him moving through you, filling you. You shuddered with craving for that completeness again.

But what was that? 

You grasped through the haze searching for something you didn't know. All you had were fragments of a barely remembered dream that made no sense.

The coffin lid lifted and you drank in the new air.

His shadow rippled and slid around you as if he was your sleeping bag. “Perhaps I went too far. Back to sleep, Dear. There are long days ahead of you.”

You chucked it down to Alucard being Alucard and putting strange ideas in your mind. His eye was so red and lustrous, almost like a prized ruby, though it shimmered even without light. You shifted however much you could and relaxed. It really had been a long day and night. You were so drained, you knew you would fall asleep the moment your eyes closed. Your confusion dissipated as you settled and it was apparent you could barely move in his embrace. 

Alucard wrapped you snugly. Reassuringly.

For the first time since coming to Hellsing, you felt a sense of belonging within the claustrophobic confines of a vampire's coffin, something akin to being at home.

You slept like a newborn until midday.

Yours.

~To Be Continued~

Next chapter: Just Another Day in Paradise -------------------- Notes: (Please read)

A modified version of this chapter (with a sort of “happily ever after”) was originally intended to be the end of this story. But after a reader asked about whether Millennium will feature, I think yes, since the relationship between Alucard and his Reader would be incomplete without delving into some of Hellsing’s enemies. And so this fic continues again haha.

Now that we will be covering canon events and the main cast is finally featured, I’m honestly full of trepidation. Whereas when it was only Alu and Reader, I felt I was allowed to do whatever I wanted (to some extent). With Millennium coming into the picture also brings the issue of handling triggering/sensitive content. I am super scared I’ll screw up the story from here on out. There is an outline for most of the upcoming chapters, but the story will not be fully canon-compliant. Rather, it will only be inspired by canon events and I will take some liberties with how vampire things work.

But know that the story gets darker and the rating will change to “Explicit” (possibly even DD:DNE due to the chapters with Millennium). Please heed the tags and warnings when the time comes.

I hope you guys don’t mind the references to other popular media and works, of which there are a number throughout this fanfic. Fantasy is my favourite genre and my favourite author (Brandon Sanderson) loves to incorporate references to his other books within his epic fantasy world, where all of the different planets are linked by common origins, magic principles (even if the magic systems themselves differ), and an unseen war between their gods spanning millennia. The storylines and characters are starting to collide in Sanderson’s “Cosmere.” Whenever I spot some of these ‘Easter eggs,’ I feel so self-satisfied and like I’m such a good fan. I hope you smile too if you see one of my references to a song/movie/novel/play/anime/musical/etc.

P.S. You sweet summer child. You don’t bring up “human rights” with Vlad the Impaler :D

walter, alucard and seras all together playing with an old radio. walter puts a 60s song on and him and alucard instantly start vibing while seras is just sitting there.

walter: "bet your generation knows nothing about this classic right here!"

i'm definitely cheating. and making it a cuckhold too.

I love angst and hurting my beloved characters 👀 so a Head Canon where Alucard is in a happy relationship with his s/o and crazy in love but (for reasons. Dunno them reasons) Integra commands him to kill her. What do you think he would do? #yourblogrocks #loveyou❤️

hiii! this is a really good question and had me thinking for a while! and thank you so much! i love you too! 💖

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integra is a woman who will always put needs first before wants. she has also been shown to be the first person of the hellsing bloodline to genuinely care for alucard, so she wouldn't put him through this unless it was absolutely necessary.

choosing to kill his s/o or not kill his s/o, the situation can fit him perfectly either way, but since you happen to love angst, i'm gonna lean more to the side of him killing his partner. plus, it adds onto the fact of alucard's character overall always feeling and being alone in the end, specifically when it comes down to love.

he would want to kill his partner in a fast and painless death, like putting a gun to his partner's head or snapping their neck. while simply drinking and draining his s/o of blood is morbidly beautiful in the morals of a vampire, it seems too slow and sensual for a situation like this.

alucard has disobeyed integra a couple of times if you consider both the original anime and the ova, and in one of them he had no other choice but to. him disobeying her is on very rare occasions, of course, because she would whoop his ass if he did lmao. but with this particular scenario, if he chose to disobey killing his partner, sorrowfully saying something along the lines of "i can't do it. i cannot bring myself to end them." then i can also see integra understanding why he can't. she'd take the matter into her own hands, grabbing a gun and killing them herself, and not angrily either, but while being filled with so much pain from having to take away something beloved from her servant. she would apologize to him as well after a moment of silence to pay respects in regards of their existence, and in regards of what he had to witness.

now, if he chose to obey integra and kill his partner on his own, then i envision him lifting one of his guns to their head with them begging for their life and trying to reason with him through the words "i love you!" over and over. he's rarely ever heard those words in his life and it's killing him on the inside, causing his finger to hesitate on that trigger, but as soon as he hears integra's"now, alucard! that is an order!" then he will look them in the eyes one final time, whispering, "forgive me . . ." right before the gun has been fired. i can also see him dropping to his knees after it hits him what he's done, how he lost what he had, and integra slowly walking over to him and placing a hand on his shoulder just to give him reassurance that there was someone there. she would give him a break from missions or interactions for a few weeks afterwards in order to let him grieve.

i'm unsure of what the scenario would be to where he would be ordered to kill his love, but if alucard was quick to battle walter without any hesitation when he turned his back on the organization, then it's also safe to say he would follow integra's orders in this situation, too. walter was someone alucard cared for as well, believe it or not. he watched him grow from a child into an old man, and from that, we can only assume that they spent time together and grew close. they probably saw each other as brothers. ( i always used to think they were brothers when i was little lmao )

i think some people really do, at times, underestimate his loyalty to the hellsing organization. his battle with walter, in my opinion, was done to show the audience; it doesn't matter who you are to alucard, whether you be his companion, lover, enemy, etc, if you do anything that puts the organization in turmoil, then he will do anything to put you to rest, especially if it's an order given from integra.

𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗚 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗨𝗥𝘀 : 𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗖𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦 ♡

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⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ Part 1 ( Issues 1 - 9 )

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ Part 2 linked below!

⋆₊❏❜ ⋮ 𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗬𝗔𝗥𝗜 ♡

𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗚 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗨𝗥𝘀 : 𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗖𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦 ♡

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𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗚 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗨𝗥𝘀 : 𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗖𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦 ♡

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⠀ ⠀⠀ Part 2 ( Issues 10 - 12 + The Dawn )

i have two of physical copies out of all of these! i have the 7th one and the one infamously known cover, 12, where alucard is groping integra's breast, which is also my absolute favorite and is also my wallpaper on my desktop lmao.

it's upsetting how rare they are to come across these days. i was lucky enough to find a couple at a local comic shop that was having a closing sale a few years ago! sometimes they show up on japan auctions or on ebay, so if you're quick enough to snag one, congratulations! 🥳

he talks to alhambra so mockingly as if he didn't just break the man's leg and split his arm in two and it's what i love about this entire fight. and the way he grabs his face, PLEASE—😩🥵 had his thumb in his mouth and everything lmao

A Night for Hunting Ch. 17 -True Bravery

T/W: Alucard (Ultimate) x F!Reader, canon-typical violence, angst, hurt/comfort, trauma, romance, protective angry vampire  @alastorhazbin  Words: 5757

I've stalled enough. It's time to get back to the grittier style of Hellsing and the action bits!

***I opted out of third-party sharing, but I don't actually trust Tumblr to honour this preference. So from now on, the rest of this fic will only be available on AO3 with links posted here. I spend hundreds of hours on this fic and frequently write well into the wee hours of the morning (4 or 5 am) when I could be sleeping instead. And I willingly do this for FREE because I LOVE writing Alucard. That this platform may now be selling my creative work that I poured so much of myself into (even if I'm merely a small author) to some company so AI can learn to imitate my writing (along with countless other authors) and churn out ‘fics’ gives me the chills. I guarantee the computer doesn't love our favourite characters the way we content creators do. The idea of AI-generated fics simply feels wrong to me and makes writing for fandom lose its essence. I am not willingly handing over full chapters of my fic to Tumblr to feed this process.

A short excerpt is below the cut.

The knight raised a brow. “Servant, if your human is to reside at Hellsing, she will eventually be dragged into our conflict with the undead. She must see firsthand what it is we do, preferably under controlled conditions, and she will continue to do so on occasion beyond this assignment.”

A Hellsing’s word was law and you must both abide by it. Never forget that you were here because of her permission. It was unspoken, but the threat was barely veiled.

Integra’s eyes narrowed. "Vampire, the Hellsing organization has no use for a tool that can't complete a simple mission."

Alucard dissolved into his spectral state before stretching into a disproportionately drawn out shadow of a man that flowed over the thick carpet. His smirk returned as crimson blazed at the challenge. He placed a hand over where his heart should be and bowed. As expected of Integra Hellsing to possess the audacity to issue the Devil himself an ultimatum. He enjoyed her headstrong nature.

He chuckled with amusement. Orders were orders. “Very well, we shall dispatch this band together, as you wish.” 

“And you will ensure she is to return completely unharmed.” 

As if it needed to be stated. You coming to harm wasn’t within the realm of consideration. The creature cackled at the idea, his laugh echoing through the morose chamber as vermillion flashed; Alucard became one with the shadows and melted away, the fading sound of his laughter the only thing he left behind.

It was his duty to protect you. He would not fail when you needed his strength.

~To be Continued~

Ch. 18- Interlude III (featuring Vladcard and bondage) Ch. 19- Valentine's

Hi! I'm new to the Hellsing fandom and want to start fanfics for Alucard! I really love the way you write him and you seem to have so much understanding of him so I was wondering if you could help please? So say his bride is a virgin and they are about to bed each other. Would he make sure to turn her into a vampire first? What would he be like and what would their lives possibly be after? If you have any hc's or opinions, I'd love to hear! It's probably very self explanatory but I'm new and he's difficult to write haha! It is okay if you don't want to answer!

WELCOME AND THANK YOUUU! i've been waiting for someone to ask me something like this for so long!! i've never posted them, but i have a bunch of notes written down regarding his lover being untouched. most are from years ago though and need to be edited lmao. i'll type up something new for you that hopefully helps you understand his character a bit more! if not, PLEASE tell my dumbass to redo it.

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just to set you in on some background! being a virgin had so much more meaning back during the times when he was human. the real, historical vlad drăculea literally used to demand that women who lost theirs before marriage suffer impalement, so it's pretty precise how significant one's virginity was to him! 😭 bram stoker of course based his dracula novel on some of the history of vlad iii, so this is probably why the whole 'vampires loving virgins' became a thing. hirano based his version of dracula on both the real vlad and the novel, so this also explains why maintaining your virginity in the hellsing universe is important, and why deflowered humans turn into ghouls. it's a very clever reference imo!

not to mention, it's all just a bunch of religious nature—like where the bible says that you can only participate in sex after marriage, and ancient christianity put virgins on such high pedestals because it was viewed as being pure. of course, vampires are seen as demonic beasts, so that is also where their obsession with virgins stem from—they want to taint their innocence; your typical demon vs. god / good vs. evil trope. but you'll find that alucard is quite far from demonic or evil despite the things he's done. you have to look deep, but there is a layer to him that doesn't make him so much the monster that he thinks he is. he cries, has nightmares, cares for people even if only a few and harbors regrets. monsters don't have, feel or do any of those things.

he'd want his partner's first time to be extremely beautiful and eventful. keep in mind that he was sexually assaulted once; he wouldn't wish what he went through on anyone, so he'd want them to also enjoy their first time because he himself did not get the chance to. if they want him to be gentle, he will. if they request he roughen it up, you bet he will. it's their virginity. he's not going to put himself first during a moment in one's life where he was taught had value. he adores them and wants to show them just how much he does. i have always viewed him as an 'actions speak louder than words' kind of man. perhaps it is rare that he'll say "i love you" but he will damn sure show it.

you also requested headcanons and questioned if he'd turn his lover, so i'll put a few examples below! god, writing them is probably gonna make me tear up lmao. i hope these end up helping you, and thank you for coming to me for the question!

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he'll give you a choice if you want to become a creature of the night or not before he begins, hovering his lips over your fluttering pulse. he'll leave a few kisses against it, just for you to know where his bite shall implant lest you desire vampirism. immortality, in his eyes, is only to be given to those who are deserving—and to him, you deserved his kingdom and more.

say yes, and he will ask if you are sure in your decision one final time. have confidence in your answer and look him in the eyes so he knows for certain that you're willing to place your hand in his for the rest of your life. for eternity. say yes again, and you will feel his hand gently craning your chin to the side for the exposure of your neck. "it's going to hurt at first, my queen, but you wouldn't have come this far if you were unfit of bearing the brunt of a little pain, now, would you?"

if you choose no and wish to remain within the womb of humanity, he will most definitely respect your decision; not only out of love, but because you chose to stay the same. that's something he didn't do in his past, so he admires that. he will be more protective of you, though, since you did not choose to be a vampire and are more vulnerable in comparison.

he appreciates humanity and it's ongoing cycle of ages, and would adore witnessing you grow as the years begin to mold your skin into wrinkles and your hair to grays. even when you become too old that you can barely stand, he will vow to be the reason that you continue to walk. of course, the most difficult part will be having to witness you in your deathbed, but he will always remember you as the light that casted upon his darkness, the one that gave motive for him wanting to walk the dreadful earth for a bit longer. your grave will remain the very first thing he visits every moonrise, a reminder that perhaps, for the first time in his existence, he isn't truly alone.

A Night for Hunting Ch. 19 -Valentine's

C/W: Alucard (Ultimate) x F!Reader, canon-typical violence, gore, Millennium, battle-thirsty vampire, some shadow writing, OVA2 @alastorhazbin Words: 5511

Another reminder that Hellsing is NOT a fluffy show, despite all the fluff I wrote between Alucard and the Reader.

An excerpt is under the cut

“Feeling sorry for yourself?” His voice slithered through the darkness, a soft rasp like a cat’s tongue, but it was oil on fire.

You bristled at his callousness, the false niceties rapidly forgotten here away from the prying outsiders. “You brought on all these problems of mine! All I wanted was a quiet life, not the spotlight on my face everywhere I go!”

He said nothing.

“It isn’t fair!”

His silence dominated like midnight frost, twin lights glinting as he opened his eyes, his pupils like pitch within an incandescent carnelian.

“Fair? ‘Fairness’ is but a pretty word, a reassuring concept for the weak of will who demand a seat at the table. The world simply is not fair, Dear.”

“The things they say about me! About you!”

“Should steel be bowed by the breeze? Or a boulder be moved by something as intangible as words? Their utterances are the mere rabble of the masses.”

“You make it sound derivative. Words can cut as deeply as physical wounds, Alucard.”

He laughed. “Only if you allow it.”

“You brought me here and that’s all you have to say?! You’ve never even defended me from their lies!”

“What would you have me do? Shall I present their heads on pikes? Or perhaps I shall still their tongues by commanding it so?” The blistering lights glowed with infernal power. “You will not find absolution from the rabble. Care not for their whispers.”

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You whimpered at the racket. The coffin smelled like Alucard, which was good –the scent of safety was always comforting, but the thunderclaps of what seemed like a million shots destroyed that illusion. It was almost deafening even from your enclosed space in another room. How could it be so loud? Was the throne room caving in? Were you getting buried with the rubble? Thank goodness for the coffin.

It began to glow blood red. Alucard wasn’t speaking to you, but you heard him all the same.

Releasing control restriction system…

Level 3, level 2, level 1.

Recognizing approval of Situation A according to the Cromwell invocation.

Commencing limited lifting of ability to use restrictions until the enemy before me has been rendered completely silent.

What was happening outside?! The temperature was plunging as bursts of light speckled your vision through the darkness in tune with the explosive banging.

Depraved aggression smacked into you. The vagaries of a bone-deep bloodlust came to him naturally. How Alucard longed for a good fight and a satisfying end. He was gloating and deranged. The gargling of a man’s screams drifted through the wooden walls of the coffin, though it was getting more distant. 

Exactly what was happening out there, you couldn’t tell, but you didn’t like it. The scene of many of Alucard’s targets desperately begging him for mercy was something you were accustomed to. There would be none.

You recalled the warmth of his toothy smile earlier tonight.

More far-off screaming. 

Your skin crawled. The dark lord of legend felt as foreign to you as a stranger, his glee almost drowning out your bond. It was disturbing.

“Luke Valentine! Excellent! I have not had this much fun in too long.” Someone else’s fear scrambled your head as Alucard egged on his enemy to show him more.

You aren't a monster Alu. You felt so small and insignificant.

The bloodlust went away as your vampire snapped out of it.

~To be Continued~

Ch. 20- Millennium