I'm combining my favorite legend with my favorite anime. Joy! :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing and I did not make up the Selkie legend.

The moon hung low and full over the ocean, casting romantic hues over the world of the night. Business had brought Alucard to this sleepy sea-side village earlier that night, and so he walked slowly by the water, enjoying the view… and the solitude.

"How beautiful," Alucard whispered to himself, gazing at the moon. "Nights like these make me want to have a bite to drink. Yes, I could not imagine a more… perfect night."

Far out in the harbor, a young female was having trouble with unwanted pursuers. She swam as fast and as far as she could to get away from them, but it did little good, for they could run on the rocks and she was tired.

"Fell beast!"

She felt another stab. She let out a cry of pain, which drowned in the waves. She could feel her life substance flowing away, but she could not stay where she was, and so she dived. She went as far as she could without being seen, and finally she lost them at the cove. But she still did not feel safe, and so she kept moving until she made it to the rocks under the open moon, where she could see if anyone approached.

She slumped against the boulders, exhausted, but she was not out of danger yet. She had to get the blades out. She tried and tried, but nothing worked. Finally, she let go of her pride and slowly, slowly, she slipped out of her pelt, and grasped at them with her hands. She let out a cry of agony as she pulled the last one out of her back, and then she relaxed, panting exhaustedly, and threw it against the rocks. That was the last of them.

She slumped against her pelt. She was tired, so tired; all she wanted to do was sleep.

"Well, well, what have we here?"

She gasped and looked up. There was a man standing on the rock above her. How did she not hear him coming?

"It's very dangerous for a woman to be out alone at this time of night," he said. She recognized him. He had killed her friend earlier that night, right in front of her. How did he find her? "It might give a man… ideas." He grabbed her breast.

She pulled away and tried to flee. He only laughed and snapped his fingers. More men appeared and blocked her path. She looked back at their leader fearfully.

He laughed. "There's no use running!"

She hissed, and began throwing small rocks at him; but her aim was terrible, and soon he was upon her. He leered over her. His teeth were sharp and pointed. He grabbed both of her wrists.

"It won't help you to struggle love." So saying, he pulled out her fur. It was worse than being groped. She gasped in horror.

"That's right," the man said. "Your pelt belongs to me now. And that means you belong to me too."

She snarled, then slapped him so hard his head spun; but he only laughed.

"They say that whoever can capture the hide of a Selkie would have it in their power, to command as they would. All I want are devoted slaves… but I have no intention of making you my wife."

She gasped as he forced her down unto the rocks and settled between her legs.

"I'm going to rape you." He thrust his hips against hers to prove his point. "And then I'll let my men have their way as I take my time killing you. I'll cut you up piece by piece, and I'll make you watch as I throw those pieces into the ocean for the sharks to feast on. Even when you're nothing but a stump and a head, I'll continue until there's nothing of you left." He pressed his whole body against hers, and whispered in her ear, "My slave in life and in death."

She let out a scream of despair that echoed all along the beach.

"Hold it." said a stranger who immerged from the shadows. "I think you've had enough fun."

All eyes turned to look at him. "What the hell?!" they exclaimed.

"Youngsters these days," the stranger said, "They're so... common. Whatever happened to moral values? Nothing more than the town punk."

Anyone could tell by looking at this stranger that he was anything but common. He was decked in all red, but he wore a wide hat and a long coat to cover his body, and gloves and boots over his hands and feet, and yellow sunglasses over his eyes so they seemed to glow in the dark. The girl had seen many a man in her life; on the sea and in the land, over boats and under water, but never had she seen one as strange as this.

"Who the hell are you?!" her captor snapped.

"Your death," the stranger said cryptically.

"My death?" her captor laughed. "Really? Are you serious? Oh this is pathetic."

"You are the last person who should be calling anyone pathetic," said the stranger.

"What did you just say?" her captor snapped. "Do you have any idea who you're talking to?!"

"As a matter of fact, I do." The stranger staggered forward; his body moved like it had a life of its own. "You are a pathetic piece of shit human being; a nobody who saunters around like a king in an abandoned beach to feel important; a weakling who attacks a defenseless girl to feel powerful, and even then you must be accompanied by countless minions; a coward, incompetent, and incapable of doing anything on your own. You're not even worthy of the lowest pits of hell!"

"Just kill him!" her captor snapped his fingers.

And just like that they all shot at him all together. It was like seeing someone being executed before a firing squad. When they finally ran out of bullets he fell in a pool of his own blood.

"I guess someone was all talk!" her captor laughed like a maniac.

Soon the stranger was laughing right alongside him, and sprang up in arguably better condition than before. "Is that the best you can do?" And then he proceeded to take out all of the minions one by one.

"I…impossible!" their leader said. And yet they all went down like flies.

The girl said nothing as she watched. It was marvelous, the way the way the stranger fought. His coat had unbuttoned so she could see his impeccable suit underneath, and his sunglasses fell from his eyes so she could see his face, and so now she had a better look at him. She had seen many a man in her life; feared them, as she would; fled from their hooks and their spears and their clubs. But never had she seen one so glorious handsome as Alucard.

"But… why?" her captor said, "We're both men! Why go to so much trouble for one measly little girl?!" He glared at her like it was her fault.

"Do not put me in the same league as you." The stranger snapped. "You act more like a cockroach than a man. Left on your own you would breed more filth like yourself into this world. Besides, I have other reasons for seeing to your demise."

The stranger pointed his gun at the leader. "Die!"

"Not so fast," the man said. He propped the maiden in front of him like a shield and pressed his knife against her throat. "You'll have to kill the girl to get to me. She's the reason for all this fuss, no? You wouldn't want her to die, would you?"

The stranger said nothing. His eyes were focused on the girl. He smirked at her. "Are you a Selkie, my dear?"

All the color rushed to the girl's face.

"What are you going on about?" her captor said.

"I asked if you're a Selkie," the stranger said more forcefully.

"Mmm…" She gulped as a bead of sweat trickled down her face.

"Enough of this!" her captor snapped, "What difference does it make?!"

"Answer me!" the stranger aimed his gun.

"Y-yes!" the girl shut her eyes tight. "I-I am!"

A shot fired. The girl and her captor's eyes widened. The stranger drew his sword as the girl went down like a ton of bricks. Her captor coughed blood onto her pelt as they were both slashed to ribbons.

The girl lay face up in the rocks as the tattered remains of her pelt sprinkled over her. The many stab wounds had reopened, and the passing waves washed the blood out of them. She was too cold, too tired, too drained to move, and it was getting worse with each wave. The stranger approached.

"I had to rip through your pelt to get to his heart," the stranger said. "I'm sorry, but you will never swim in the ocean again."

It was like hearing her death sentence. She cried salt water tears, which were swept away by the salt water waves… along with her life substance.

"You don't have much time," the stranger said. He smirked down at her. "What will you do?"

The Selkie blinked.

-

Later on that night the villagers watched as Alucard approached, carrying a young girl wrapped in a brown blanket as delicately as if she were his bride. There was something about the girl that they did not trust, what with her short wild blonde hair, and her skin that was so smooth and pale that it seemed to have never seen daylight on its surface. But most of all they distrusted her eyes, blue as the bottomless ocean; and, indeed, they appeared bottomless now, dazed and unfocused as she stared out at nothing in particular. There was something strange about this girl, and since no one in the village had seen her before, they were especially sensitive to that.

But then, the same could be said for her escort.

A village woman approached them. "Back from your evening walk, Sir?"

The stranger stopped in front of her. "Yes, this has been a beautiful night."

The woman nodded mutely, but her eyes went back to the beautiful girl in his arms. She seemed to be in a daze, almost asleep while she was awake. "We'll have someone take care of her."

"No," the stranger said. "I want you to get the carriage ready; the night is young, and we must make haste if we are to be home before the seal girl wakes up."

The girl snapped her head up, as if she knew he was talking about her. The woman stared, but went to do as she was told without making any comments. The other villagers, however, set their tongues a wagging about the oddity of it all. The seal girl looked at the stranger like she wanted to say something, but no words came out.

"This was a perfect night," he said to her, gently. "Right?"

The seal girl did not agree in the least, but she allowed herself to relax in this stranger's arms, and together they gazed at the moon until it was time to go home.