Alucard's Story

The man lifted the wine glass and took a sip of the red liquid. It slowly flowed down the wall of the glass and into his mouth. He set it down on the table with a soft clack. Some of the red liquid trickled down his chin.

"Oooooh..." he sneered. "What do we have here? Sounds like there is going to be some action tonight..." The man spoke with a voice that was a mishmash of European accents. He lifted a gloved finger to his crimson fedora and tilted it to Darius.

Having been focusing on her semi-mutilated doll she would finally notice what was going on, but being as she was, she could not fully comprehend what was taking place. To her it looked like Mummy and Daddy were fighting, as both were parents to her in some way, Alucard the Daddy, whereas Zosimos was the Mummy, who given her rebirth. Of course Annie's mind was screwed up beyond logical sense, so to her it made sense only as this, Al equals Daddy, and Zos equals Mummy as to why this was, she could not care either way, but what she did not like was when they fought, no sirree, in fact it made her pout, and if they ignored that she would scream and cry. Daddy and Mummy were not allowed to fight, and Daddy was not allowed to be a prick, brick, dick, so many lovely words. Really in the end Annie's brain had gone sayonara, but occasionally she still knew adult or grown up terms, but since those two were ignoring her and not giving her sweetie she would start screaming like a petulant little girl, her eyes screwed shut and voice echoing in the dining hall.

Alucard glared at Zosimos. His devlish grin was impossibly wide in anticipation for the blood bath that was soon to commence.

"And so am I..." he said softly. "Did I ever tell you how I spent the last few centuries? For over two hundred years I served as the Hellsing family's trump card - their secret weapon against the monsters that work in the night. After all..." Alucard sneered. "What better to hunt a monster than the greatest monster of them all?"

The vampire turned to the girl. "Annie... You must remember. You must remember who you are. You are the last of your father's line. I am sorry that I was not here to protect you. Truly, I am. But now I ask you to remember... Remember what this man did to you. Remember what he stole from you! Remember that you are the only one that can command me! Give me the order, Annie. Give the order! Unleash me! Search and destroy! Search and destroy! SEARCH AND DESTROY! Remember, Annie! YOU. ARE. HELLSING!"

His guns shook from the adrenaline coursing through him. There was a flame of bloodthirsty madness in his eyes. He would kill them all. He needed to kill them all. He needed to feed - to slaughter!

He could barely take it anymore! There was a demonic fire burning in the vampire's eyes as he opened his mouth. His jaw seemed to unhinge like a serpent's, craning impossibly wide. A soul-lurching, serpentine snarl escaped from the rows of razor sharp teeth.

"Annie!" he called out in a demonic voice as the darkness continued to surge around him. "You are the grand-daughter of Abraham Van-Hellsing! You are a Hellsing!" Alucard attempted to reach into her mind, locating the event of her transformation. "You are a Van-Hellsing. You have not been forsaken. You may be cursed to forever walk the night, but you are still a Hellsing! Remember your duty - your oath! 'In the name of God, impure souls of the living dead shall be banished into eternal damnation!'"

"That sounds a little.. Hypocritical," said a man in a Harlequin costume, his feet dragging along the foor after reluctantly skulking down from the upper levels of Castle Vankoryth. His eyes were black as night, and the small amount of skin one could see was as pale as snow. He looked thin, malnutritioned even, which possibly explained why he was now in the Grand Dining Hall, his slithe form creeping on over to a windowstil so his fingers could examine a dead rose.

In his other hand? A knife. Wide and sharp, the knife of a professional chef that had obviously been used for dicing and chopping. The Harlequin had been using it to dice other things, and as a result was reluctant to let the blade go even when he no longer needed it.

"That woman will be mad at you all if you don't quieten down and stop arguing."

Annie mind would be struggling to remember, like so much made sense, but nothing connected, she felt like jigsaw with one piece eluding, and really she wanted to smash her head in, it did not help her powers were growing, she could feel it, and everyone was yelling and nothing made sense. Little Annie just wanted people to stop screaming and yelling, stop telling her to do things, why did all this make so much sense? Why was she so used to being instructed, told everything, learn everything, learn, never stop learning.

Why was everything spoken now, seemed like a dream, like she lived once in the world, a world where she knew only obedience and loyalty, where...

NO! This was her life, this was the truth, no lies, she had always been like this. everything else was deception, they all wanted to use her, they all wanted to play with her!

Alucard glared at the Harlequin with his fiery demonic eyes and snarled. "Silence!" he thundered. "This does not concern you!"

"Anamaria... As the heir of Hellsing, you are the only one that can command me. At your order, I will soak the earth with their blood. At your command, their heads shall be placed on pikes, their hearts and bodies burned by fire, and their ashes spread at the crossroads. At your word, I will avenge your mortality and show these mongrels what a true vampire looks like!"

"Well, I can't argue with the truth," Harlequin hissed as he made his way back towards the door in order to leave. There was no real point in staying there, so he intended to just slip away back to the maze-like upper floor where he could go back to his 'games'.

"I would argue," Zosimos said wickedly to Alucard taking Annie by the hand, "That this does not concern you."

"No." he rebuked the vampire. Suddenly, the maw of his Jackal ignited with fire. The entire upper assembly jerked back as a blessed Macedonian silver thirteen-millimeter bullet charged at Zosimos. Embedded in the hollow point was an explosive charge of blessed mercury. The bullet, which was specially designed for destroying vampires, was in a direct course with the vampire's eye.

Crying out in fury a wave of utter chaos would throw down the chairs, shatter the windows, everything would be blown half-way across the room even the older vampires would feel the wind due to powerful disrupting slicing darkness, crimson in hate. Her hair splayed out and eyes glowing black, her expression a sneer, laughing she would whisper loud enough for all to hear, "ANNIE SAYS SIT THE FUCK DOWN! ANNIE SAYS QUIT BEING SO PISSY. ANNIE SAYS YOU ARE BOTH HORRIBLE MALIGN MONSTERS, YOU DESTROYED HER, YOU DESTROYED HER. BOTH OF YOU, YOU USED HER FOR CHANCE TO TAKE REVENGE, AND YOU USED HER TO KEEP CONTROL." rising up on the table, she would stare at them both, "I am Ann-Marie Van-Helsing and you are pitiful beings, I am not dead, I am reborn, Alucard you are free of your duty to my family, I decree it, you can live once more as you desire. Zosimos I am not someone you can ever control, I am more than you can, dream, more than you shall ever comprehend, you created me, but I surpass you, you destroyed her mind and made me. I am not a vampire nor am I a demon, I am deep lurking loathing she has for herself given life by the magic you gave! I AM TRANSCENDENCE!"

With that she would slowly lower down, and fall unconcious, all signs of power gone, her eyes fluttering open as she stared quizzically at both, "Why Mummy and Daddy not arguing anymore, does this means Annie gets a sweetie?"

[color=navy]Zosimos swooped down to Annie, feeling his kin's pain in the slightest and not liking it at all. "Leave us," Seethed the Greek Ancient to Alucard, a vengeful fire in his eyes. He moved to cradle her in his arms, as ten of the shoulders moved to create a vampyric shield between the two and Alucard.

Alucard stood, stonefaced and silent, at this new revelation. The elder vampire slowly lowered his gun, the barrel still smoking from the discharge. Did he hear right? No, he could not be free. Did she even comprehend what she had done? He closed his eyes and hung his head.

The vampire inhaled slowly and deeply before releasing a ghostly swirl of frigid air. Alucard opened his eyes, which had taken on a new hue of crimson. They were red as blood - red as the fires of Hell.

"Releasing Control Art Restrictions Three... two... one... Zero." he said calmly in a voice void of the insanity that had gripped him a moment before. "Lifting ability restrictions..."

"I am... the Bird of Hermes..." Alucard whispered. The darkness surrounding him became more intense and chaotic. Shadows flowed from beneath his trench coat like a river of death. Demonic eyes, slitted like serpents, emerged from the writhing energy that pooled across the ground. Every glimmer of light was choked from the room as the eyes opened across the walls, gazing into the darkest depths of every soul present. "Hereth stand the Bird of Hermes, eating my own wings...!" The pools of darkness suddenly came to life, writhing and lurching. They engulfed everything it touched - devouring it.

"... To keep... myself tame..." a multilayered voice echoed. The form of Alucard had vanished, replaced by a mass of flaming blood. Slowly, the mass took form into a massive humanoid figure. He towered head and shoulder above every vampire present. Clad in a suit of medieval armor and long

Zosimos cared not, and pulled his kin towards the shadows. The soldiers were still recovering from Alucard's blast. While Alucard egotripped Zosimos would have to make a stealthy exit stage left. Silently, the vampire signalled his kin.

Annie would first seem to follow, but then something weird would happen, she would collapse and a ghostly form of a woman would appear, her hair black as night and features very pronouced and Victorian, staring around she would appear somewhat lost, before noting her husband unshackled, "Vlad?" it was his old name, a name he rarely used now, but this was no ordinary person, "Vlad Tepes, I once met you long ago with my fiancee and two other people, you spoke to me of eternal life, of the gift that I could never refuse, do you remember me Vlad?"

Vlad took a step back as he stared at the abberation. His eyes widened in bewilderment and confusion. "M-mina? Is that you? How can it be?" Though the majority of his face was void of emotion and cold, there was yet a layer of shock that filled his demonic eyes. All thoughts on Annie and Zosimos had left. In fact, any empathy or malice he felt towards them had gone with the shackles that chained him.

She nodded, staring down at the girl next to her, "I don't understand, how is this possible, Quincy slew me right before you my love, and then they imprisoned how, can I be here? I felt life leaving me, I felt the pain and anguish and yet I am here now, staring down at what appears to be grand-daughter of Abraham Van-Helsing, please tell me how long has it been? Why am I here now?" she would appear so confused and unsure of anything, at this point it was doubtful Zosimos could break this, since Annie necklace appeared to be the source.

Finally she saw it... "Our wedding symbol... the girl wears it... but how, how I am..." trying to breath slower, she would stare at him, "Vlad please answer me."

"Our children dwell here..." he gestured to his surroundings with a guantlet. "In this castle. They have become influential leaders of history and of vampire kind." Vlad clenched his hand. "Still, he was the first to defeat me. He had managed to transcend his humanity by his perseverance and pride. For that he has earned my respect."

He paused for a long moment before speaking again. "I have missed you dearly... For all these years I have felt alone - so alone. If I possessed tears to shed, they would flow."

Trying to step forward, she would be unable too, the necklace holding her back, "I feel your pain Vlad, your sadness, but why is the once proud king under the yoke of more oppressors, I see all Annie sees and they not only blackmailed another vampire, but they destroyed her mind. Were we not once refined and noble, but here they are making you a dog? If you want me back my husband you have too find a way, but I warn you now I care nothing of the qualms of those fools you choose to serve, once I am back I shall make it clear my love, this place wherever I am will soon understand, will soon learn that Mina Harker was no concubine to the finest Vampire to ever live, she was sadistic and cruel, a mistress who slew your fabled brides because she wanted you for her own. I can be brought back, but it will take time, do you wish to partake in the risk?"

Vlad nodded, but his perpetual grimace intensified. "If you have seen what I have seen, then you know that I am no longer bound to their whim. I will go my own path now, and leave these mongrels to their own devices. They will fall, or they will rise to power and then fall, either by the hand of Man or my own."

"However, I will undertake the task to return you to this world and restore my promise of eternal life to you. I have connections with the powers of Hell. It will be no great feat to bring you back."

"I trust you Vlad Tepes, my husband and my life. Just do me one favour only one favour, you are only no longer sworn to them, but protect his child, I do believe she needs it and Zosimos has no idea what power he has given her, you only witnessed a minute amount from today, she could destroy so much, he was a fool to change a Van-Helsing did he not realize how strong their faith was, did he not realize any of this?"


"I will watch over her..." he said. "I believe, by unshackling me and forsaking my protection, she has placed herself in a precarious situation. She may regret casting away my servitude. However, despite it, I will be watching from the shadows - like I have for their line for generations."

Smiling she reached out her hand, before dropping it and sighing, "Very well, to bring me back you must first find Quincy Harker or his descendents and take their blood, then find my soul, it's only essence within this necklace... finally you need to go to an unconsercrated ground, it has to be unconsercrated, nothing else will work. Then well I hope I don't have to tell you what to do next my husband, this is after all similar to ritual you once spoke of to keep you alive."

Vlad - Dracula, Alucard - nodded. "Very well... I will search, and I will destroy. We will meet again, my love." he said somberly before turning away. With a slow stride he made his way towards the door. The barrier opened on its own accord, allowing him passage. His long tattered cape trailed behind him, and the river of darkness and blood followed.


Zosimos removed himself and his kin from the room, receeding through the shadows. Alucard's insanity would be noted of.

As the night drew on, a foreboding presence loomed through the forest. A flood of writhing shadows and dense fog flowed through the trees like a river of molasses. The darkness was streaked with dark crimson chaotic energies. Ghostly figures, drenched in blood and gore, waded through the sea. In the center of the mass was a tall man clad in a suit of steel plate armor. A long tattered and torn cape, marred by time and conquest, glided behind him. Sheathed at his side was a large broadsword. Darkness shrouded his face except for two blood-red glowing eyes that watched the ground.

The Blood King wandered through the forest, lost in thought. Vlad Tepes was dead, executed long ago. Count Dracula had been defeated by the old doctor Abraham Van-Hellsing. Now Alucard, the greatest weapon of the Hellsing Organization, was freed from his servitude. His service to the Hellsings was the sole purpose of Alucard, and now that his chains have been broken - what will he become? Alucard was lost, cast aside by the wandering mind of the elder vampire.

A vampire with no name, no purpose, and no ties.

The elder vampire could smell them now. A human, and what was this? Her scent was familiar. It suddenly came to him - the vampiress that had the unfortunate pleasure of encountering him during his foul mood prior to his release. Out of sheer curiosity, the Blood King diverted his path towards the pair.

As he drew near, a powerful sense of dread and anguish would proceed him. The ground surrounding Alek and Driselda became carpeted by ghostly fog. In the distance, a dark figure with demonic crimson eyes appeared. With slow but deliberate determination, the figure emerged from the treeline.

A dark laugh pierced the silence of the forest. It was the chuckle of a madman - a predator closing on its prey. As the elder vampire drew closer, the writhing unnatural darkness that surrounded him became apparent. The crimson streaks of chaotic energy surged like lightning in sharp angles around his form.

"It is a beautiful night, is it not Hunter?" the man spoke. It was a mishmash of European accents, and virtually dripped with power. "Especially if you are a blood sucker..."

The vampire-once-known-as-Alucard stepped closer to the group, his shadow stretching across the grass and plastering against the tree. "Perhaps you should leave the woman be, and take on a real challenge!"

The figure reached across his steel breastplate and gripped the hilt of his sword with the large gauntlet. With a smooth motion the elder vampire unsheathed the blade. Dark crimson runes of blood, fire, and shadow radiated across the menacing sword.

A wicked sneer spread across his mouth, poking out from between the thick locks of coal black hair, as he gripped the blade tightly. His form shimmered as the living darkness surged around him. He barely gave the gun recognition as he glared into Constantine with hypnotic hellish eyes that drilled straight into his soul.

"You have no idea who you are dealing with, are you?" he retorted.

There were many things the vampire could have done. He could have charged at the hunter, deflect the bullets and shield his eyes from the light, and impale him on his runeblade. He could have called forth a legion of familiars to swarm and devour him. He could have transformed himself and broke his body like a twig.

Instead, he stood there. The vampire stood unfazed by the light. When the silver bullets whizzed through the air, the first one ricocheted off of his chestplate with a metallic ting. Blood spluttered from underneath Alucard's arm as the second punctured between two plates of armor.

The blood writhed and squirmed in the air like oozing tendrils. An amused chuckled rumbled from the vampire's throat. He sneered wickedly as the blood funneled back into the wound. A soft thud pierced the uneasy silence. The glimmer of silver shimmered in the grass.

"Come now... Is that all you've got? Is this all you can dish out upon the Monster of Monsters?"

"It has been a long time since I have had a challenge..." Alucard replied. "Let us see what you are capable of..."

The vampire thrust aside the tattered remains of his cape, revealing a shimmering darkness beneath. A thousand demonic eyes drilled at Alek's back. From the shadows erupted a swarm of skittering winged creatures. The cloud of bats screeched and whined against the night as it charged at the hunter.

The bat swarm danced around him, flapping their wings against his face, hands, and eyes as they screeched into his ears. Meanwhile, Alucard advanced with steady determination. His shoulder lurched back as the explosive round punctured him. However, his stride did not falter. Scarlet red blood dripped down his chestplate.

"The Bird of Hermes is my name..." his voice echoed through the shadows. "... ARE YOU CAPABLE OF CLIPPING MY WINGS?!"

"Many names I have possessed over the centuries..." he replied. "Many names that have stricken fear into the hearts of millions. I am the Blood King - the Impaling Prince. I am the Son of the Dragon - the Count of the Night. I am the Ultimate Vampire."

He paused for a long moment as the darkness surrounded Alek. The demonic eyes peered through the shadows, unblinking, and glared into the man. As the hunter attempted to create his rune, he would find the tree and the environment to melt away into the impregnable darkness.

"My name was Alucard... but now I have no name. I am a growing shadow, freed from its bindings. I am a monster, and only a man can hope to kill a monster. So tell me, are you a man... or a dog?"

"I once had a similar purpose..." he replied, the shadowing giving way to the Blood King's form. He stood before Alek, towering above him with the runeblade Sangentis gripped in his hand. "To banish impure souls of the living dead into eternal damnation in the name of God. I had christened myself a protector of Man against the things they did not heed or understand. Now that purpose is gone from me - Alucard is dead to me!" the vampire snarled. "Now I must find my own way..."

The vampire's form lurched back as the rounds riddled his armor. Blood spurted and flowed like a river down his chest. A wicked smile stretched across his face, revealing two sets of razor sharp teeth.

"You are welcome to try..." he said. Alucard's hand moved in a blur of red. In the blink of an eye, the vampire's large runeblade struck the tree beside Alek. It sank into the wood, stopping just short of the man's neck. "You are welcome to try, like so many others. There has only been one man capable of taming the Bird of Hermes - and you are not him."

"I could do many things to you..." he said, glaring into the hunter with his own hypnotic paralyzing eyes. "I could summon a legion of demons and spirits to devour you. I could transform myself into a hideous monster and rip you to pieces. I could impale you on a wooden pole - my personal favorite. I could drain your blood dry and transform you into a gluttonous ghoul." Alucard paused for a moment, considering the possibilities.

"Are you a virgin?"

"Well I can kill you here and now..." he grinned, maintaining his powerful gaze. "Or I can grant you the gift of immortality. There is your choice - death by the hands of a true vampire, or an eternity to walk the Night. Take note of this, human... If I kill you, there is no guarantee that I wont drink all of your blood and absorb your soul, so choose wisely..."

The vampire's sneer widened, allowing his long serpent-like tongue to slide from his mouth. It dribbled with saliva and the stench of death. His razor sharp teeth glistened in the moonlight.