#Alucard is actually just Sir Integra’s little bitch

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Toxic Veins (Alucard x OC): Ch.11

Warnings: Language, Abuse, Violence, Child Abuse (Emotional)

Pairings: Alucard x OC

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Word Count: 4336

Integra was in that mood again. By 'that mood', I mean she was acting pretty bitchy again. The second Alucard and I separated, she grabbed me by the arm and dragged me out of the room and down the hall towards her office.

So, even though you're probably not even thinking about this because you don't really care, the reason I'm just letting this happen is that frankly, when she gets like this the wise choice is to not do anything that would piss her off more because that...that could be bad.

At the moment we reached her office, she didn't even bother being classy about opening the door. Nope, she decided to kick the damn thing open and I will admit just once that it kind of made me straighten up. She was all business right now.

Deciding to yank me inside to emphasize how annoyed she was, I stumbled to stand still as she closed the door and locked it. When she turned around, my eyes were as wide as a deer's in headlights. Crossing her arms, her sharp glare hit me and it felt like she was practically stabbing it through me.

"Would you care to explain why I walked in on you in Alucard's arms?"

Wow, she would make a pretty intimidating mother. Or even a school principal. 'Cause she's doing a damn good job as a boss.

"Integra, calm down. It was a hug. You're always lecturing me about talking out my issues, that was all we did and it's all good now, okay?"

I held my hands up in defense with the great hope she would drop the entire thing as I began moving over to the door.

Yeah, you should know by now that she most definitely did not drop it.

I was caught by surprise when she snatched the back of my hair and believe it or not, this bitch pulled me back to look at her face...By. My. Hair.

Her lips curled up to sneer in anger now.

"Don't you even try me with your crap today, Phyre. I don't want you and him ever becoming that close again. He's a damn monster, Phyre."

I...I couldn't even tell what she was really saying around this time because she had unintentionally triggered something in me the moment she grabbed my hair.

Flashback…

Yelping at the top of my lungs from the quick pain inflicting on me at the hard way he pulled my hair, I kept my eyes wide open, knowing how much he hated it when I tried to keep them closed.

"Stay still, you damn brat. Let me work my art on you."

Then the tears rolled down my cheeks as he managed to use his other free hand to snip the ends of my hair.

"Looking better...but it's not enough."

"Phyre! Are you even listening to me? I'm serious right now, don't try me."

A short gasp left me as my eyes once again focused on Integra, but she could see the expression on my face, because the second she did, she let go of my hair and stepped back.

"Phyre...I didn't mean to do that."

I knew I was on the verge of crying and it took everything to hold the tears back and not cry like a baby in front of her.

"It's all right."

Putting on the best smile I could at the time, I sniffed in an attempt to clear my head and turned towards the door.

"I'm sorry to upset you, Integra. I won't do it again."

"Phy-"

I didn't give her a chance to respond and I took the time to open the door and get out of the room as fast as I can.

She stared at me as I left the room and I could make out the sound of frustration as she slammed the door shut.

Walking down that hallway was about as fun as walking down a path on broken glass barefoot. So, it wasn't unless you're a weirdo. Not that there's anything wrong with that…

I was so close to just screaming at every step because that heaviness inside your chest and throat when you know you're about to cry was building up the further away I got from that office.

Lucky for me, though, my room wasn't too far down from her office. In fact, I was there in less than a minute, but at the second my hand touched the doorknob and opened the door, my body froze.

"Miss Laurifer, there you are. I had Alucard return to his room in the basement. I'd like a word if that's alright."

I managed to give him a glance over the shoulder.

"Of course. What is it, Walter?"

He had a very serious expression.

"Well, I'm sure Sir Integra already gave you the lecture, but I'll simply state my opinion. I believe it would actually be wise to grow closer with Alucard."

My grip on the doorknob loosened.

"Unfortunately, that isn't why I'm here."

He outstretched his arm and gestured to my attire.

"You may want to get dressed. We've been summoned by the Vatican."

I felt my brows furrow as I fully turned around to see the slightly annoyed look on his face.

Oh no. Don't tell me it's...

°°°

Enrico fucking Maxwell.

My arms were folded over my chest as I glared at the stupid painting in front of me. The damn Vatican was making us wait and to pass the time, for some unknown reason, Integra, Walter and I stood intently staring at this pointless painting until he bothered to show up.

It's not that I have anything personally against Maxwell...actually, it is. Purely because he had a sick liking to use me like a prized possession. Could care less about me, though. So definitely was not looking forward to that ass again.

Beside me, I heard Integra sigh out of irritating boredom.

"What time is it, Walter?"

From the corner of my eye, I saw Walter check his watch.

"It's just passed three, ma'am."

Bringing her hands behind her back, she scoffed. "They arranged this meeting and still manage to be late."

Tilting her head, she turned her gaze to me. "Phyre, you've worked with them before. Do you think it's a trap?"

I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows as I shrugged my shoulders. "Well, I can't say for sure, but I doubt they'd try anything during the day. Especially in public."

Closing her eyes, she exhaled through her nose, meanwhile, I had to adjust my shorts and pull them down because damn, it was cold enough to freeze a tit off.

"I mean it is the heart of an enemy’s territory, after all."

In the middle of my sentence, the faint sounds of people talking came to our ears, making Integra and I turn and see Maxwell and one of his priests coming down the hallway towards us. However, the second Maxwell caught us in his vision, they stopped talking and he chuckled.

"I think we're a little late."

The priest grunted in agreement. "It appears so, sir."

He laughed again and stepped closer to us with an apologetic smile. "Oh dear, so sorry to keep you waiti-"

"That's close enough!"

The command laced in Integra's voice gave even me the chills and I unintentionally stepped back from her.

"What business does the Vatican have here? And why send the Iscariots, the dirtiest of their dirty little secrets?"

He put on that stupid fake smile as he slowly removed his glasses.

"How unfortunate. It seems our reputation has proceeded us. Allow me to introduce myself." The hidden smirk on his face was enough to make my teeth grind.

"That won't be necessary."

Instantly his eyes snapped to me and slightly narrowed as I pressed my lips into a thin line.

"We already know who you are."

He took a second to close his glasses, then cock his head to the side.

"Miss Phyronela Manchester. A true surprise to see you here. With them of all people." All amusement that was present in his expression quickly disappeared. "You still have much to learn about holding your tongue. Honestly, I don't know how many times I've told you that it would be in your best interest to keep that pretty mouth of yours shut."

This cheeky bastard seriously made my blood boil, but I still didn't dare say another word. Why? Because despite how badly I wanted to get in his face, I was raised in a church to show respect to those above me.

"And what is with that attire? No one gave you permission to flaunt around in such disrespect. I should make a reminder to send another agent to fetch you, the Lord knows you will never put any effort into anyone besides yourself."

I unknowingly lowered my head and bit my bottom lip, keeping back the words I wanted to share with him and trying to block out any thoughts of doubting myself. That was one thing Enrico Maxwell was good at doing to you.

Glaring sharply at him, Integra turned her body towards him. "That's enough of the harassment towards my agent. If there's anyone here who needs to keep their mouth shut it's you because I for one don't care who you are. Just tell us what you want."

The dick actually laughed again and waved his hands in defense. "There's no need to be so rude. We didn't come all the way here to pick a fight with you, Sir Integra."

She took a step forward to him. "I don't believe you. You've done nothing but show contempt for our treaties. This latest incident with Anderson in Northern Ireland was inexcusable. He killed two of my best men in Badrick. He nearly killed your precious church jewel here due to his own recklessness while I barely made it out with my head still attached. And you have the--"

"Would you shut up!"

My eyes went wide when he first had the balls to interrupt her and second, crushed his own glasses with one hand as he shouted.

"You really expect us to just let you do as you please? Two men? If I would kill a million of you present scum, I would not have shed a tear. I'm here under direct orders from his holiness. Otherwise, I would not bother with you, filthy creatures."

That was a breaking point for me. "You may be the head of Iscariot, but being a spoiled child of a man with an accent doesn't give you the right to disrespect anyone you come across--"

"Coming from a mouthy, selfish crybaby who destroys everything she touches, I wouldn’t talk."

My breath hitched in my throat and that line alone was enough to shut me up for the rest of the day.

A large grin crept over his face. "So just shut up and pay attention, you annoying boor."

"A boor...?"

I momentarily flinched when a figure emerged from the wall directly in front of me and stepped through to where he stood right beside me with his head down, his hat and glasses covering his eyes.

"Nothing like Iscariot to inspire the fear of God. Such fearsome insults. Two thousand years of your same prattle. Truly, some things never do seem to change."

Raising his hand up in a graceful manner, he instantly returned to his princely appearance. "Ah, the great vampire Alucard. The Hellsing family's pet creature. I don't believe I've ever seen you in person before."

He placed a hand over his heart and bowed his head. "It's a great pleasure to make your acquaintance."

I felt the pressure of a hand reassuringly squeezing my shoulder which made me look up. It only took a second to realize it was Alucard's but his eyes were moved on to Maxwell from what I could tell.

"It's a pleasure to meet you as well. And now, I must say goodbye."

And like that, my eyebrow shot up when he pulled out one of his guns and aimed it directly at Maxwell.

Maxwell was pretty surprised at the sudden gesture as well.

"You dare to call Phyre a boor and expect me to allow you to continue living? I'm afraid I'm going to have to put a bullet in you, you foolish little man."

There was a lot of things from his words I know I should've focused on, but all I could was the fact that this was the first time he referred to me as my name when talking to others. And I won't lie, I was very glad he appeared at that moment because it made me feel special inside.

Meanwhile, Maxwell wasn't shaken from the weapon being pointed at him in the least. In fact, he grinned.

"Oh, how absolutely terrifying. How is a man supposed to deal with people who point a gun in his face?"

His attention moved on to Integra. "I think you'll agree on the turnabout this fair play." Bending over, he stared Alucard directly in the eye. "So why don't we make this fight interesting?"

Snapping his fingers, he turned and let out a summoning shout.

"Andersoooon!!"

A strangled sound erupted from my throat when I actually let the name process in my head. Oh, come on. Not this guy again.

All eyes snapped to the figure who began strolling down the hallway, directly towards us.

"Ask of thee and I shall give thy of their inheritance."

Hell, you've gotta be kidding me here!

"Serve the Lord with fear. And rejoice with trend. Kiss the son lest he be angry--"

As he approached with growing speed, Maxwell realized his little bluff was about to go too far and immediately stepped in front of the bloodthirsty priest in an attempt to stop him.

"No! Anderson, stop!"

Yeah, of course, he didn't stop. Dammit, this is a public place, a civilian could come anywhere at any--oh shit!

Face stretching in a very unattractive way I'm sure, I yelped as Anderson grabbed my arm and pulled me forward to him, keeping me on the side of Iscariot with a very strong grip on me.

Again, I could try to struggle, but I think we all know it would be pointless. The guy's a freaking Irish mountain.

"That which belongs to us stays with us. A cherished possession to handle shall stay within our hands."

Oh, boy. And now Alucard was beginning to step up. He walked passed Integra and Walter, his eyes focused on me as that sadistic grin stretched across his face.

As I stood with his stomach to my back, Anderson collided his two bayonets together as if shielding me off from him. "This can be over with one swing of my sword. Iscariot doth not shook when the enemy presents itself."

Reaching inside his jacket, Alucard whipped out both guns, the force enough that it knocked his hat and glasses off his head. And he let out a deep laugh.

"Neither of us could ever back down from a fight. Touching her would soil her beauty. Lay another hand on her, I dare you. Come on now, Judas Priest!"

Woah, woah, woah! I know it's the thought that counts, but I would like to not be in the middle of it!

"You won't be so lucky this time, you monster."

*Whistle*

Huh?

I instantly leaned back and further into Anderson when out of nowhere, Seras came skipping in with an entire crowd of old Japanese tourists.

Well, that was rando--shit!

For the second time, I was yanked, this time by Seras and pulled over to the Hellsing side of the battlefield. As she continued blowing her whistle and guiding the oblivious foreign elderly crowd, I stumbled and ended up falling into a hard chest.

Can you guess who's? Yep, it was Walter's.

He managed to catch me before I could fall and we watched as Alucard and Anderson lowered their weapons. Alucard was the first to speak.

"This isn't the time or place, so for now, I won't engage this battle. But if you try taking Phyre away one more time, I promise I won't hold back."

Anderson snickered at his words. "You may have a point."

Turning around, Alucard made one final statement. "I'm going back to sleep."

That was the most relatable sentence I've heard all day.

Quickly leaving Walter's hold, I ran to catch up with Count Chocula. "God, wait up, I could so use a nap right now."

He deeply sighed as we walked side by side towards the wall. "Waking up in the middle of the day is exhausting."

I could hear the tiredness in his voice and automatically agreed as a yawn made it's way past my lips. "I hear that."

I gripped onto his coat as we neared the wall and I'm pretty sure he could sense the mixture of fear and excitement that swelled up inside me because he laughed as we went through it.

Oh boy!

I couldn't help the reflex of closing my eyes when we made contact and the second they opened back up, we were in the hallway of our rooms and...I was wrapped around his arm and waist like a monkey. I automatically let go of him.

"Uh, sorry."

He grunted a tired "No problem," and he turned away, moving down the hall towards the basement.

I turned away also, but I stopped myself before I actually started walking. It took a few seconds of contemplation, but I spun back around and blurted out what I wanted to say.

"Thanks for standing up for me back there."

He went on pause for a moment and there was a long moment of silence. He wasn't saying anything, so I kept talking like an idiot.

"It's just, nobody's really done that for me before and the fact you did, I just feel really grateful and also kind of like an ass because of the way I treated you and stuff, so at the same time I'm sorry and--"

"Phyre."

I looked back up to him. "Uh, y-yeah?"

Da fuq, did I just stutter?

He was smiling widely over his shoulder. "I always have stood up for you and I always will, no matter what."

My eyes widened as my hand shot out and I menacingly pointed at him. "Hey, don't go thinking this changes anything about what we talked about, got it?"

Letting out a chuckle, he continued down the hallway. "Sleep well, Phyre."

"You’re damn right I will!"

Oh my God, I need to learn how to shut up.

°°°

"Phyre, I need to discuss something with you."

"Mah, crom on!"

I swallowed the last bit of cookie that I happened to shove into my mouth right when Integra decided to walk in my room and I sat up to look at her.

"What is it?"

She paused to enter the room and throw down a few small boxes on the bed. That immediately caught my attention.

"Remember the stories my father told us as children about what really happened in WWII?"

Sighing, I rested my chin in my palm. "About Alucard and Walter fighting the Nazis who were trying to make a vampire army, right?"

"Yes. Actually, Maxwell revealed to me information regarding Millennium. We have a lock on a base of theirs, so you, Seras, Bernadotte, and Alucard are going to Brazil. You leave in one hour. So hurry up and get dressed in this."

As she finished speaking her last word, I placed a finger over her lips. "Hold on a second. You didn't say who was behind the attacks."

She stayed silent and only crossed her arms. I felt a grin creep across my face.

"It's the Nazis, isn't it?"

She snapped her head in my direction. "No! We don't know who it could actually be yet."

"Ha!" Letting out a laugh, I moved my attention to the boxes and lifted my arm up to open one of them.

"So what kind of clothes are..."

I had to stand up and hold up the very short and what looked to be skin tight black dress, then the matching black heels with red soles.

No way…

"Your job on this trip is simple. Search and destroy. Your cover will be the rich, gold digger wife of J. H. Brenner, who is Alucard's cover. That was not my choice--"

Of course.

"The reason for this is that you may have some seducing to do should you become too suspicious."

I became very quiet when she said that word. She didn't seem to notice as she turned and walked out of the room.

"Don't waste any time and please put on some makeup, put your hair up real nice, you need to look the part of a pretty girl after all. I'll see you off in an hour."

And with that, she shut the door and the room was so silent her footsteps walking away could be heard. My hands suddenly began to shake uncontrollably.

A pretty girl…

Flashback…

"Oh, Phyre~"

My body automatically tensed up by habit at the sound of him calling my name. Slowly, I rose my head up from where I sat at the age-old table, the wood that built it slowly rotting away as the cheap paint covering it was chipping.

Almost every time he called my name like that, I had found myself sitting at this table, probably because I related to that table as to how I always felt when he did call it. I died inside when he said my name and walked over to the table.

He leaned against it and turned his head to me, that evil look that made up his entire face was there as always.

"How would you like to be a pretty girl?"

I audibly gasped and looked up into his eyes, catching what I thought was a sincere look in them. He knew how I always talked to myself about being pretty. All the other girls did things like wear makeup and put their hair up in fancy styles that always made them pretty. I couldn't help but desperately want to be like them.

"W-Would you be able to make me one?"

He let out a laugh which, looking back at now, had hidden darkness in it. "Of course I can. But I'm gonna need you to be good and not try anything, all right?"

I nodded vigorously like the naive little girl I was. "O-Okay, whatever you say, Lucan."

He gestured for me to stand up and I shot up from my seat. He then turned and walked out of the room towards the basement. "Follow me and don't wander off."

When we got down there, it didn't resonate with me how sketchy everything was like why the hell he would want to do something nice for me.

There was only one bulb lighting the room, the rest was in darkness and...basically everything escalated and it happened in no way I would imagine.

When I sat down in the only chair in the room, he turned on the rest of the lights and I soon realized it was all a trap when the faces of all his equally sadistic friends came into view and they were eagerly waiting for what was about to happen. Trying to escape was pointless because Lucan actually had back-up now.

And what he did was wrong, and scarring for a naive little girl like me.

He cut my hair, he sloppily put on makeup on my face, he dressed me up in a short dress, and he threw me to the wolves by leaving me in that room to put on a show for his friends. Nothing happened except me being forced to dance for them, but it was enough to forever scar a 10-year-old.

Staring down at that dress was enough to make the tears form in my eyes. My vision went blurry fairly quickly and before I knew it, I was actually tearing apart the boxes to see what else I had to wear. What included was just a bracelet that just so happened to have flowers printed all over it.

That was the worst thing I could've found, considering the physical scar that was seared into my shoulder.

And just like that, I lost it. I lost everything. The tears fell, the gross sobbing, the screaming, and that feeling of pain overwhelmed me. I hated every second of it. As much as I tried to hold it in, the pain came out like an uproar from my throat in the form of a silent scream. The beads of water started falling down one after another, without a sign of stopping.

It got worse from my view when I heard the faint sound of boots hitting the floorboard. I knew who it was. I just didn't have it in me to yell at him to get out.

There were no words spoken as he knelt down on the floor with me and wrapped his arms around me. At first, I was so protestant, I wanted the bastard to let go of me so bad that I pounded on his chest but it did nothing as much as he did nothing. Eventually, I lost all fight I had and I aggressively held on to him, now desperate for someone to hold.

I sobbed into his chest unceasingly, hands clutching at his jacket. He held me in silence, rocking me slowly as my tears soaked his chest. A tiny lapse let me pull away, blinking lashes heavy with tears, before I collapsed again, my howls of misery worsening. The pain came in waves, minutes of sobbing broken apart by short pauses for recovering breaths, before hurling me back into the outstretched arms of my grief.

And for the first time in forever, I had a shoulder to cry on.

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Toxic Veins (Alucard X OC): Ch. 8

Warnings: Violence, Heavy use of Language, Death

Pairings: Alucard x OC

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Word Count: 4479

The black metal glistened in the artificial light, and I was sure the grin remained on my face as I held them up and looked them over.

"I take it you're pleased with the handguns?"

I looked back at their creator who was staring at me with a smirk. "Oh, that is an understatement and you know it." His eyes widened when I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him in for a hug. "Thank you, Walter. Really." He smiled and patted my back.

I glanced up once the lights in the room dimmed and flickered. Well, that's odd.

"Phyre!"

I pulled away from him and furrowed my eyebrows when I heard my name.

"Damn mansion is like a fucking maze! Phyre! Where the hell are you?!"

He stopped and looked into the room across from ours, then turned and he sighed when he saw me. "Phyre! Answer me when I'm calling you, dammit!" He ran in and grabbed me by the arm. I watched him curiously as he dragged me out of the room.

"Uh, Chet?"

"We need to get you out of here. The ghouls have already reached the gates, we don't have much ti-"

"Whoa, hold on!" I pulled him to a stop. "1. Why are you dragging me? 2. What do you mean ghouls? And 3..." I rose up my arm to shove my bloody rose in his face. "Check out these guns Walter made me. Nice, right?"

He rolled his eyes and moved my hand. "Phyre, the mansion is under attack." I felt my eyes widen. "There's an army of ghouls marching inside, now we need to-"

"What the hell, Brazer?! Lead with that next time!" I pulled my arm from his grasp.

"Where are they entering from?" We looked back at Walter, and Chet's face turned serious.

"From the main entrance, sir. They've shot down our men at the gates and are entering main control as we speak."

Walter nodded, then pointed at me. "And why is Miss Laurifer your main concern?"

He glanced at me. "Sir Integra ordered me to escape with Phyre at all costs." He looked back at Walter. "She believes they may target Phyre if they see her."

Every person's eyes widened, except for mine. "What gave Integra that idea?"

He shrugged. "I didn't ask and she didn't say."

"Well, if it does happen, I'd say we lead on that." He rose his eyebrows and looked at me once I said that. "Chet, they're ghouls, they will kill and devour everyone, maybe even Integra, and I will not let that happen. If there's a chance they will go for me, I say we take that to our advantage."

"Wait, you're saying you want to-"

"You want to use yourself as bait?!" By the growl that came from the back, I glared at Alucard.

"It's better than running and hiding like a coward while these men pay with their lives! I am not running away like a little girl holding mommy's hand when it can be easily avoided in the first place!"

"Captain." Walter's voice made me stop. "What is your men's position and how critical is the situation?"

He swallowed hard. "Our outside communication's been cut off and I've ordered my men to defend the conference room with their lives."

Walter hummed and looked back at me. "By the time your sacrificial plan would take place, they would already be dead. I'm sorry, but giving yourself up isn't an option." I clenched my jaw and looked away. "However, neither is giving up entirely."

I looked back at him. "Then what are we supposed to do?"

As he pondered, the phone rang and he looked down to pick it up.

'What's your position, Walter?'

"Miss Victoria's room in the sub-basement. I've already been brought up to speed on the situation. Outside communication's been cut off so I wouldn't expect reinforcements for at least 4 hours, maybe 5. In the meantime, our current forces have been ordered to defend the conference room with their lives."

'What do you recommend?'

I snickered as I leaned on the dresser next to Walter. "Well, for starters, you should fortify the door to the conference room."

'Phyre, why are you still here?! Where is Captain Brazer?'

"Present, and hello to you too. And yes, I'm all right, if anyone even cares." I glanced around the room, considering no-one has even asked if I felt better yet.

"Since Alucard, Miss Laurifer, and Miss Victoria are with me down in the sub-basement, I propose we divide into two teams. Alucard and Miss Laurifer will head upstairs, Miss Victoria and I will make our way towards the conference room."

I turned as I already felt Alucard's arm firmly around my waist. Wow, Count Chocula works fast.

'How will you manage? The hallway is full of ghouls.'

Walter smirked. "How did you manage to find Alucard's cell 10 years ago?"

'The air ducts, of course!'

"Seems to be the best option at the moment. We'll both be there shortly. Good luck." He went to put the phone back but stopped.

'Walter...These animals are eating my people. Show no mercy! Do not let them leave the grounds alive!'

He placed an arm behind his back. "By your orders then, Sir Integra."

Alucard smiled. "Oh... does Walter Dornez the Angel of Death ride again?"

I crossed my arms and sighed. "Man, I'm almost sorry I won't be able to see it."

Alucard chuckled and pulled me closer to his chest. "Almost, eh?"

Seras looked between me and Alucard. "Uhh...uh... " She leaned into me and whispered. "Come on, what are you two talking about?"

I smirked and patted her shoulder. "Don't worry, you'll see soon enough."

Walter laughed and looked at us. "Put the veteran and the rookie together, and you may as well have one normal soldier."

Alucard chuckled as he walked away with me still in his grasp. He looked back at Walter. "This could actually end up being fun."

My eyes widened as he walked towards the wall. "Um, what are you-- whoa, hey!" I tightly grabbed onto him as we walked through the wall.

Seras sighed as we disappeared. "Makes you wonder, doesn't it... if there are any normal people working in this bloody place...?"

°°°

I was frozen when we were back in the basement and Alucard laughed in amusement when I refused to let go of him.

"D-Did we just walk through a wall?"

When I looked at him, he only grinned. "Like, seriously, we just walked through a wall."

He frowned as I poked the brick wall in amazement. "Are you afraid?"

I looked back at him and scoffed. "Afraid? That was amazing!"

He smirked and walked over to his throne. Once he reached it, he stopped to lift me up, sit down, then place me on his lap. He sighed as he lightly stroked my cheek with his gloved finger.

"I remember when I first showed you my power. I was afraid you'd reject me, but instead, you were fascinated by it. Despite what I had become, you still saw something in me others didn't."

My brows furrowed. I did? "Well, I sound like one hell of a girl. So when exactly did I say this?"

He shrugged. "A few centuries ago."

What? I closed my eyes, shook my head and pushed away from his chest. "You're talking about Nica, aren't you?"

He looked at me curiously. "Of course, who else would I be talking about?"

I scratched the back of my neck and slid off his lap to stand up. "Look, Alucard, I'm not Nica. Okay, I'm not your wife. Just because she's my ancestor and I have her blood doesn't mean I'm her."

He stood up and snaked his arms around my waist. "You are my Queen. You are her. I can feel her when I'm around you, Phyre."

He can feel her?

I sucked my teeth and unwrapped his arms from me. "Well, glad I could bring you two together. It's what I live for!"

He frowned as I turned and started walking towards the stairs that led up. "Phyre. Where are you going?"

I didn't even bother looking back at him. "Suddenly, I want to have a chat with our intruders."

He narrowed his eyes. "Phyre, they can't see you."

I looked back to glare at him. "Yeah? Screw that, I feel like killing something."

°°°

Luke adjusted his glasses as he stood over the bodies of sliced soldiers and put the ringing phone to his ear.

"What?"

'Yo, Luke, what up? Can you hear me now? This is your brother, Jan Valentine, commander of the army of the undead Hellsing slayers. Oh yeah! Letting you know the first 2 floors are secure. Now all that's left is to take the 3rd floor, crash the round table conference and... kick the shit out of a little girl and a bunch of old people. Hey, you find that Manchester bitch yet?'

He sighed. "No, there's no sign of her yet. I feel I'm getting close, though. Just stick to the plan. Don't give them an inch."

He froze when he saw the girl near the end of the hall, leaning against the wall with her eyes closed as she chewed on a match in between her lips.

"Mmm...Hold that thought. I think I just found her."

He put the phone in his pocket and using his enhanced speed, he ran forward, nearly invisible to the naked eye, and as he was about to bring down his blade, he was stopped by her voice.

"It's funny when people try to be sneaky, but the only ones they are fooling are themselves."

PHYRE

His breath hitched when I spoke, but really, did he actually think it would be that easy?

My head turned to give him a bored look. "I was wondering when you'd finally find me. Heh, it's only been 22 years, after all."

*bang*

He screeched and grasped his arm where a large bloody hole now was present.

My eyes widened at the damage and I rose my bloody rose as I grinned. "Thank you, Walter."

He exhaled sharply and looked up at me. "So, you're Phyre Manchester. I've heard a lot about you and your ancestor Nica-"

I groaned loudly. "Seriously, the next time I hear that name, I am going to rip out someone's tongue!"

By the flick of the wrist, he was on the wall, unable to move his arms and legs because of the claws pinning him to the bloody surface.

I walked up and kicked his blade to the side, before staring at him curiously. "So which one are you? There's only so many vampire wannabes I can keep up with over the years."

He gritted his teeth. "My name is Luke Valentine, and I don't have time to entertain your sick self."

"Oh, I'm the sick one? At least I don't eat people." I picked up his blade and pointed it to his collar. "You're not the only one. Who else is here?"

"Ugh, just my imbecile brother, Jan."

I smirked. "Imbecile brother, huh? We might have something in common after all." I used the tip to tear open the first button of his suit shirt, making his eyes widen.

"While we're on the subject of brothers...you wouldn't happen to know the name of Lucan Laurifer, would you?"

He narrowed his eyes. "You mean the vampire mercenary leader that kills his own kind for the price of a virgin? He's your brother?"

I bit my lip so hard, it drew blood. Mercenary leader? Wait... "Did you say, vampire?"

He nodded and I scoffed. "Interesting. Well, I think that's all I need."

With a smile, I brought down the blade and his curdled screams filled the air. "Don't be a baby, it's just a little slice of the throat." I used the blade to cut across my arm, purposely smearing blood on it, before clenching my fist and letting my liquid drop into his exposed throat.

Once it was done, I turned and walked down the hall. He tore himself free from my claws as his throat healed and his eyes narrowed. "What did you just do to me?"

I glanced back at him. "Well, there's no fun to just tell you. Let's just say once your dead, you'll still be useful when the time comes."

He scoffed. "You're not confident enough to kill me now?"

I stopped and laughed. "Oh, you think I meant me? No, it wouldn't be fair to have you all to myself. I'll leave you to the king."

I threw him his blade, which he caught with his good arm, while the other was still healing. "You're gonna need that." I pointed at the mirror right next to him. "He's in there and he's definitely gonna like you."

He glanced at the mirror, pushed the side and it opened to reveal a staircase that led down. He looked back, but I was already gone.

"Well, that's enough of that. Time to see what you can really do... Alucard." His eyes glowed red as he shut the mirror door behind him.

I waited, then pressed the button behind my ear.

"Chet?”

'Phyre. Where are You? We need to get you out of here.'

"Just hold on. Did you find anyone?"

'No...no-one. They're all dead. I just ordered my men to their death.'

I sighed. "Pull yourself together, Brazer. I need a favor.”

'What?’

"You know any mercenaries?"

°°°

Luke swung his leg towards the brick wall, pieces of it flew out as he entered in the dark room. "I know you're in here. Even when you're hiding I can feel your presence.”

Alucard smirked. "Why on earth would I hide?"

Luke gasped as the lights flickered on and minimal light provided to reveal Alucard sitting on his throne with his legs crossed.

"Don't dare mistake my patience for cowardice. Honestly, I was starting to get a bit bored waiting for you."

He watched as the blonde man strode towards him after his most annoying display, a blank look on his face as he just stared. He was already unimpressed by the vermin standing before him. He looked like any other vampire amateur he's had the pleasure of killing.

He bowed. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Alucard. My name is Luke Valentine. I'm a really big fan of your work. Your name gets thrown around quite a bit, Alucard. The things people say. They tell stories of your amazing strength. How you glide through oceans of blood. They call you Night-walker, beyond human. A monster whose powers radiate with darkness that casts a shadow on darkness itself. Finally, I get to know once and for all if there's anything to you than a rumor."

Alucard smirked with a hint of a laugh by the blonde's words. He glanced at the hole that was still closing up, almost nearly gone. "What happened to your arm? Don't tell me someone got to you before me."

Luke's smile dropped. "I never knew how viciously insane Phyre Manchester was. He never told us her skills of a surprise attack.”

He smirked wider. "My delicate flower caught you by surprise? If my Queen can take you down so easily, then you're not making me very interested in entertaining you."

Luke kept a frown. "When I was human, I feared you -- the stories, anyway. And when I gave up being human, when I became this, I began to admire you. You, the first great pioneer of immortality. No matter what the rest of us do, really we're all just chasing your shadow."

Alucard scoffed. "That's ridiculous. You fool. There's no such thing as an immortal."

He grinned. "Yes, I know. And once I have your head on a stick, everyone else will know it, too. So now I get to kill you and my wildest dreams come true."

°°°

Jan laughed, then winced from Seras's hold on him as he looked up at Walter. "Me and my brother, we were designed with the sole intention of killin’ you fucks! You people are so fuckin�� dead and you don’t even know it!"

Walter was frowning. It was already irritating that the mansion was nearly destroyed, there were corpses everywhere, but the man's language was ticking him off.

"You’re in no position to make threats."

Jan laughed. "Dude, you must be going senile, Alfred."

Walter sneered but froze at the sounds of growling. Jan elbowed Seras, which sent her flying back, then flipped back to stand in front of a set of double doors that had just opened. "And now, for our next trick, check out Door Number Three!"

Walter and Seras looked in horror at Chet's men, Hellsing's guards, now walking corpses.

"My God! What have you done...?”

"Time to get this party started. Hah!" Jan raced forward, his legs like noodles racing as he went through the crowd of ghouls, that was until his arm was shot off.

The force sent him against the wall.

Walter and Seras looked back, and their faces lit up in relief at the sight of their favorite blood covered girl.

PHYRE

Damn, that guy really needs a cork.

I managed to clear the first and second floors, it wasn't easy, but I managed it with all my toes and the skin of my ass was still there, so I call it a win.

The power of my pistols was already clearing out Jan's little surprise, Integra's men dropped or blew up, but he still managed to break free.

Walter's eyes widened. "Stop!"

He rose his hand, and no matter how much I wanted to see him in action again, I stopped him from using his strings and we watched as Jan ran to the doors of the conference room.

"AHAHAHAHA!" He stormed through the doors but was met with the circle of twelve aiming their guns at him.

Integra smirked. "You made it." She rose up her gun. "Congratulations."

His smile fell. "Oh, fuck me..."

Hundreds of bullets penetrated Jan with holes going through his body, and once he collapsed, Integra's eyes widened.

"What?"

Integra gazed in defeat at her soldiers. "My men...They've turned all my men into ghouls...!"

I turned and glared at Jan, who laid moaning on the floor. I stomped over, picked him up and used my claws to pin him in place, even dug them in deeper than needed.

"Aargh! Ugh... Heh heh heh..." He glanced up at me with a lascivious smirk. "Hey, sugar tits! Why don't you give me one last request and blow me 'til my brains pop out!"

The only response he got was another bullet to the face.

Walter lowered my gun and frowned. "It's all over, boy."

His smirk stayed glued on his face. "Nice. Come on and kill me, limp-dick."

"Oh, I'm not going to kill you -- not until after you tell me who put you up to this. Then I'll put you out of your misery."

He scoffed. "Are you serious? You fuckin' pussy." He looked up at Integra as she walked over. "What up, bit-"

He didn't finish as Integra plucked the gun from my hand and fired multiple rounds into his chest. "We'll have no more of that. I'm pissed off."

"Heh heh heh..."

She clenched her teeth. "Who the hell are you people? What did you hope to accomplish here? Who's responsible for this? Start talking!"

"Heh heh heh... hah hah..."

I took the gun from Integra and shoved it into his crotch.

"Answer the damn question or the only time you touch yourself will be in your dreams."

He froze and there was a hint of fear in his eyes as he finally answered. "Come on sugar tits, you know... the ones who put the fuckin' chip in me, the chip that's sending the information letting them know we fucked up. They can hear us talking, every last goddamn word. If they know I'm standing here fucked up and dying about to tell you everything, you think they're gonna let me fuckin' live?"

We all backed up once blue flames ignited over his body. He looked down. "See? I so fuckin' told you! Well, since I'm fucked, how about I piss a little wisdom on you dipshits?" As he slowly burned alive, he flipped her off.

"HAHAHA! You can take this clue and shove it up your ass, bitch! Beware... the... Millennium!"

Once his body had fully disintegrated, Integra stared at his remaining ashes. "That's it...? Millennium...?"

I scoffed under my breath. "Sounds like a whole damn group of people. Five bucks say it's Nazis."

She turned at the sound of my voice and once she saw me, she pulled me into a hug. "Phyre, next time I tell you to get out of here, you do as I say!"

"Yeah, yeah. I missed you too."

I looked back at Walter as he looked at Integra and me in concern. "Are you all right, Sir Integra, Miss Laurifer?"

She looked down. "Yes, we're fine." She looked back at the bodies of ghoul soldiers "And as for them... please put them out of their misery, Walter."

Walter bowed his head. "Of course."

"Walter, you will belay that order."

I felt tense as Sir Islands, the head of The Knights of The round table, walked up. "The responsibility must fall... to their leader." He pulled out a pistol and held it out to Integra.

"Sir Integra, it's your duty."

My teeth clenched as I stepped in between them. "No! With all due respect, Sir Islands, that's going too far!"

His head snapped to me. "Sir Phyronela, hold your tongue." He looked at Integra. "This entire situation should have been prevented. Integra, your lack of preparation is an offense. And since this facility is under your command, the responsibility is yours. The fact that these men died and were reanimated as these creatures is entirely your fault."

My jaw dropped as Walter's eyes widened. "How dare you, sir!"

"Walter!"

We both looked at Integra as she took the pistol and walked over to one of the moaning ghouls.

He turned to Walter. "Now, Walter, see what you can find out about this "millennium." I expect you to work quickly and thoroughly."

He narrowed his eyes but still bowed his head. "Yes. Of course, sir."

"We will see them pay a thousand-fold for this horror."

ALUCARD

"Alucard"

I looked up at my master, who looked at me with narrowed eyes. "Are you listening?"

I only hummed in response. "Millennium, hm?"

She stared at me for a few moments. "That's not what I wanted to speak with you about."

That made me more curious. I rose an eyebrow. "Oh? Then what is?"

She stood up and threw something down on her desk, then reached into her pocket and placed something on it.

I leaned forward. It was a portrait of Nica and one of Phyre with a bracelet decorated with roses around it on top. "Your fixation on Phyre hasn't gone unnoticed. At first, I was confused as to why, but now...I think I know."

I hadn't realized how alike they were. They share the same beauty and innocence.

"I want you to stop."

My head shot up back to her as a smirk crawled up my face. "Stop what exactly?"

She held a cold look towards me. Oh, I've never seen her act this way before. It's very intriguing.

"Stop pursuing Phyre. She's had enough history with vampires and she doesn't need you breathing down her neck while she's here."

Breathing down her neck? Was that sarcasm or was she being serious?

I laughed at her either way and stood up. "I don't need to pursue her. She's already given into me.”

She scoffed and took out the cigar from her mouth.

"Then why did she completely ignore you after the events of last night?"

She ignored me? I guess I didn't notice. "How should I know that? Maybe she just wanted to wash all the blood off of her, though I wouldn't have minded cleaning her myself."

Oh yes, soap and water were nothing compared to my methods of cleansing her.

"Or maybe it was because you were too distracted by your own thoughts."

I turned my gaze away. How would she know? She doesn't know anything about the things I feel at the moment.

"What happened down there, Alucard? Why are you so distressed after your confrontation with Luke Valentine?"

My eyes narrowed as they glowed partially red.

Flashback...

"Come on, get up! Attack me!"  

With a smile, I brought up Valentine's severed leg and said in a twisted tone, "You’ve only suffered the loss of your legs! Summon up your familiars! Transform your body! Heal your severed legs and stand!"

I began to squeeze his leg with a grin when he just sat there and did nothing! "The evening is still so young." The vampire flinched at the sight and sound of his leg crunching.

"Come on! Hurry, hurry, HURRY! Pull yourself together! The fun has just begun! Come on! HURRY!"

His eyes shook with fear as he let out a scream.

"Monster!"

WHAT?! I felt my eyes widen, a frown came on my face as my shadows swam back to my feet. "So, I see you for what you really are. You’re pathetic! Nothing but a useless sniveling lump of meat!"

With little courage he had left, he dared to scoff. "Shut up! You’re nothing but the Hellsing family toy! A dog for the Church of England, not even fit to call himself a vampire! Even Manchester will be more useful than you, you puppet--"

Manchester?! "Silence! What do you mean 'More Useful'?" He flinched at my voice and shut himself up, which made me growl. "Answer me!!"

His breathing sped up. "Why do you think we're even here? To destroy you? To rid of the head of Hellsing? As if. We're here to take the blood bag, Phyre Manchester, and deliver her to advance his plans. Killing you and Hellsing was just a bonus."

Take my Queen? Deliver her as if she were a bag of garbage!?! I sneered. "I’m a dog -- then you’re dog food."

I quietly growled under my breath but didn't look back at her. "It's nothing."

I felt her analytical gaze on me as I stood up and turned, but I stopped before I touched the surface of the wall.

"I don't care if she never speaks to me again, and your order will not be enough to stop me." I glanced back at her. "I will save her this time."

She watched me with surprise as I walked through the wall and she looked down after I did. "This time?"