A Father's Sacrifice
Plot: (Set after New Moon) He had always been there. He was always helping them out of trouble. But what happens when trouble falls on Carlisle? What has he got to do with the Organization called Hellsing?
Story Type: Crossover, Horror, Romance
Story Pairings: CarlislexEsme, EdwardxBella, JasperxAlice, EmmettxRosalie(IC) AlucardxSeras(OOC)((many people like AxI. I however, do not support it.))
Time Setting: After New Moon, before Eclipse. For Hellsing: after the ending of the manga. Integra Hellsing is 56, Seras Victoria has become a true Nosferatu, Alucard has returned with the ability to be 'everywhere and nowhere'.
Origins of the Species: There is a distinct difference in the vampires portrayed in Hellsing and in Twilight. For the plot sake, I will explain them now:
Nosferatu: The most powerful of any vampire in existence. These are the vampires you see in the movies, and in nightmares. They sleep in coffins during the day, and hunt during the night. The first of them being Lillith, who forsake humanity and became a monster. They are true monsters, even known to drink the blood of their own kind. They shape-shift, can be intangible and invisible, and read and control minds. More powerful vampires can summon familiars (souls of those they have drained before, come to their aid). Their weaknesses are sunlight (they cannot see as well), and going across running water (renders them powerless).
They are created through bloodlines. Meaning, when a Nosferatu drains a virgin of the opposite sex, then gives their victim some of their blood. This makes them their 'Dark Childe' or Fledging. They gradually inherit the powers of their Master. Nosferatu can produce offspring through mating, but only during certain times of the year. If they breed with a human, a Dhampir is created. These are rare, and depending on the heritage, rarely survive their first year.
Olympian: Twilight's species of vampire. It is unknown how these vampires evolved. Some believe that they evolved from Dhampirs mating with Nosferatu. Some believe they simply evolved from a lower bloodline of Nosferatu. But what is known is that they look like Olympian Gods, sparkle like diamonds in the sunlight, and have extreme strength and speed. They seem a lot milder than the Nosferatu, some even choosing a 'vegetarian' life-style. Their powers are based on specific traits they had as humans. (i.e. being able to tell what a person is thinking by looking into their eyes might give you mind-reading).
They are created through a special poison in their fangs. This poison painfully kills you, but at the same time keeps you alive. The process is painful, and feels as if you are being burned alive. They cannot create children by breeding, unless it is with another species. (ex: half-human, half-vampire). Once again, these are rare. The Nosferatu constantly over-looked this species, thinking them no more than Dhampirs.
And this is where the story starts:
Prologue:
"Our actions set the pace to who we shall become. They set apart the men from the monsters." ~Anon.
18th Century, London
'He is coming, he is coming, he is coming!'
That mere thought echoed into the blond vampire's mind as he ran like a bullet through the portside streets of London. For he knew that the monster of a vampire was behind him. He could almost taste the amusement of the vampire had, chasing him down like a cat would a mouse.
There! Golden eyes light up in hope as he sees the Volturi's ship. They dim as he realizes they are pulling away. He picks up speed, surprising his pursuer. Even his incredible speed cannot help him, though.
He stops at the edge of the dock, the hooded figures on board stare back at their distressed comrade. One of them reaches their arms toward him. No, not toward him, toward the book. She gestures, wanting him to throw the book that was wrapped up, secure inside his dark cloak.
Throw them the book, and then sacrifice himself for the beast. He turns, reminded of the thing that was chasing him. He felt shock rush through him at the sight he turned to.
He was within a few yards of him. The monster, his black hair waving behind him. Mouth smirking, full of razor-shark teeth. Red eyes shining out at him. He chuckled, a dark sound that caused goose bumps up the blonde's spine.
"Monster…" he whispered, the sight of a Nosferatu was even more frightening than what Aro had described. He at least thought they would look remotely like a human. He always had compassion toward all races. But this, this was too much for him to take. The darker vampire seemed to find this amusing, dark laughter surrounding the dock.
"Yes I get a lot of that. But what does that make you? A man, a monster? Or perhaps you are neither," he looks past his prey toward the boat that now was much too far away from the port. "Perhaps you are a dog, a golden retriever." He grinned excitedly. "I've always wanted to taste a golden retriever's blood." He purred, running at the blonde.
At the same time, the blonde vampire rushed off the dock and into the water. He could hear the creature's roar of anger. The escaped one smiled as he remembered Aro's only comforting set of words. His kind could not journey over running water. But he could, he could do more than that.
So he swam, a fast as he could, toward the Irish coast. He didn't need air, the monster would think him dead. By day-break he was crawling onto a beach, collapsing into the sand from the terror still pounding in his veins.
Aro had promised the ship would remain until he had arrived. He spoke a half-truth. They remained, but not at the dock. Just close enough, so that the Nosferatu would be slowed and if he had failed, they could pull away.
The blonde moaned to himself, fisting the pebbles of the Irish beach in the agony of the idea. He had been so ecstatic after finding intellectual members of his own kind. He thought he would never have to be alone again. Even if they didn't agree with his dietary ideas, they at least seemed open to it. Even curious, or Aro was.
After some time, he picked himself up. The pebbles fisted in his hand fell to the ground. The weight of the book at his side seemed to increase. He could not return it to the man he had stolen it from. The power-hungry Nosferatu Master would use it to enslave more Nosferatu, and possibly some of his own species of vampire. Nor could he hand it over to the Volturi. Now that he saw their true colors, he knew that Aro would use it for the same purpose.
The golden vampire felt a knot in his throat as he thought of what he must do. He had to hide it, tell the Volturi that he lost it in the river. Stay far away from the London, far from the Nosferatu and his Master.
As the sun rose behind him, Carlisle Cullen started his journey west. Toward the New World, and toward a new life.
(R&R)