Mkay! I'm back with a new fic. Yeah, writers block bites and then doesn't let go of me. Anywhoodles, this is a slightly... well... okay, majorly AU Hellsing fic (b/c I need Anderson alive after the London bit mostly). There are a few minor on-purpose screw-ups. Oh! And it's a cross-over! (an' I don't know what happens after vol. 9, so deal with the AU-nesss)
Anime used: Hellsing & Trinity Blood
Yeah. I'm goin' there. Ain't nothin you can do to stop me either! It'll be good. But the rating will be verrry high due to the violence and language that you'd see in both series(es). That'll come later, and you will be warned at the top of the chapter that has some.
No translations for those whom don't understand!
p.s. Yme is male, just posing as female, and will be referred to as female until I say so
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It begins after the battle in London. After the dust is settled and the evidence is clear for all to see. What was left of Iscarot and Hellsing retreated from the still bloody scene. All of the Germans had been exterminated, and the list of other casualties looked to be in the works for at least a year.
An uproar was heard in one part of the city. Father Alexander Anderson had just walked out of the shadows and joined the remainder of his comrades. It appeared that Alucard had only destroyed all traces of the nail from his heart, having had to dig deep in order to do so was why there had been so much blood, and why it had taken so long for the priest to regenerate.
This information would reach Hellsing within days. Integra lost her temper with Alucard, and threw him into the dungeons once again. She left him there to be forgotten until a later day.
A few years passed. London had been slowly rebuilt, as well as Hellsing and the Vatican's employees. There came onto the scene a new breed of vampire to deal with escaped ghouls and the leftover scum from the mini-war. No information was released on these beings, but two worked for the Vatican.
Integra took advantage of the rapidly improving technology. She used it to improve the quality of her army, and kept Seras under constant surveillance. Then came a small breakthrough that she took into serious consideration. An operation to place sperm into a female's eggs to guarantee pregnancy. That would let her remain a virgin and ensure the continuation of the Hellsing line. The only problem: who's to use?
The two guards that day would later tell of the startling cackle that sounded when Integra made her decision. She told none who the father was going to be, but let slip instead that there would be two fathers and two children. The operation was arranged and took place without incident. Nine months later had Integra holding two babies in her arms.
One looked just like Integra except that the skin was darker. The other had black hair and pale skin. The two were taken back to the complex and had their training start as soon as they were able to understand.
The two displayed completely different levels of personality. The blonde was the oldest, and as a female was named heir to the Hellsing title. Her name became Helen Derma Serpen Hellsing. She was fiercely loyal to her mother, but was cruel to all others. Many of her teachers found her thinking process disturbing. She easily mastered weapons and passed her classes, if barely.
The other was very quiet and conservative. Being of a fair and gentle disposition, the young one went by the name of Yme and was considered the more trustworthy. She aced all her classes, but was extremely reluctant to even go near any guns. It wasn't understood why, since her aim was far better than most. Her teachers constantly praised her, but were worried about how little confidence she showed.
The two grew up separated for the most part. There were a few times when they were required to be together, and rare moments where they just met, but otherwise they almost never saw the other. Seras guarded both girls, and could tell there was more to them than what showed on the surface.
(almost fifteen years after the London battle)
(that means the girls are almost 12)
A slim figure darts down the old passages of the mansion. She glances around each corner before continuing, being exceptionally careful. The girl's eyes were bright with swirling emotion, mainly curiosity. If there was any true weakness to a person, it was the overwhelming and innocent curiosity of a child. The drive to completely know and understand what had been heard or seen. And Yme was no exception. She spent most of her free time reading and researching the materials in the Hellsing library. She had even made some links that no one had figured out about the mysterious figures that were employed by the Vatican.
But that was not what drove her now. She had found a very thin folder in the library. It hadn't been there before, she knew that for a fact since it had been wedged carefully between two of her favorite books. There had been only two sheets inside it, giving a brief and detail-lacking report. A report that told of the re-sealing of the Hellsing monster.
Before, Yme had dismissed all the rumors and legends as superstition. But this was in her mother's handwriting, which meant that it was true. A small tremor went through her body at the thought of the unknown demon waiting to be discovered by another Hellsing. And if there was anything the young one wanted to know, she would find out more.
If she didn't get caught that is. Unlike her father, Integra Hellsing had security around the dungeons at all times, making this a very good stealth exercise for the young girl. She was close to the room now, only two halls away. But the guards did not remain stationary and she didn't know their timing. There was only one in the hall she had glanced down a bit before, and he was headed away from her.
Yme crossed her fingers and darted silently down the hall, shadowing the male. He turned the wrong way at the cross, however, and she had no choice but to move quickly down the final passage. It seemed that luck was on her side, no one appeared at the other end of the hall and no voices rang out from behind her as she reached the door to the dungeon.
Instead of checking the room beforehand the child darted in and quickly closed the door behind her. She knew that only one in the current Hellsing personnel would ever have the guts, or the motivation, to come in here, and that was Seras. She knew that Seras was busy with her sister, Helen, so she would be safe for at least ten more minutes.
Her eyes swept the room and landed on what looked to be a corpse. The body was dry and shriveled, looking for all the world like it should be buried somewhere. Yme approached slowly, not completely certain anymore. When the body didn't move she felt a little bit better. She kneeled next to the body and slipped off the pack she carried.
She pulled out a bag of blood, the kind one would find in any hospital. Nervously she punctured a hole in it and tipped it into the slightly open mouth. For a few seconds nothing happened, then the body twitched. Yme watched as the being came back to full life, muscle and skin visibly forming and covering the body. The hair thickened and turned black, and the being leaned forward slightly.
As the vampire drank he became more aware of his surroundings. The first bag was soon emptied, and Yme scrambled to pull out another. A large hand closed around hers, and she looked up into blood-red eyes. A small blush painted her cheeks as he took the bag from her. He turned a bit away from her as he drank the second bag, allowing her to get a good look at him.
His skin was pale and flawless, high cheekbones and a slender nose giving him an aristocratic air. His hair now had a brilliant luster, and looked very silky. Yme blinked as she realized that his outfit was changing. The body-binding suit was disappearing, and in its place a black dress shirt, loose black pants, black boots, and a red trench coat were materializing. She had seen a red hat and oddly colored glasses earlier on the table across the room, which also had a slender gun on it.
"What's your name?"
Yme was startled by the sound of the raven's voice. It was deep and smooth, very rich and sensual. When she saw that he was waiting for an answer she hesitantly stammered out a sentence.
"I-I was never given a n-name... B-but people know me a-as Yme."
"Why were you not given a name if you are a Hellsing?" he asked.
"Oh. I'm just o-one of two born to Sir Hellsing. My sister was f-first so she's the heir to the Hellsing name."
"...Why did you awaken me?"
The child's eyes wavered and then focused on the ground. She was afraid of disappointing the male next to her. Her mother was never satisfied or happy with anything she did. A gentle finger lifted her chin so that she looked into spell-binding red.
"Tell me," he coaxed softly.
".....I...I was curious about you. A-and.... I, um....."
"And you?"
"I was hoping t-that you would agree t-to be m-mine."
Silence claimed the room. Yme couldn't look away from the vampire's eyes, and her own eyes swam with emotion. The male brushed a stray strand of the child's hair into place before replying.
"I don't know if that can be done," he stated.
"It can! The contract states that there must be at least one of Hellsing blood to carry it on. It doesn't have to be the successor, so don't make one with my sister!"
The vampire chuckled at the change that the young one had gone through. Where once sat a hesitant, nervous child now was a fiery, spirited, and determined youth. She reminded him a lot of his current master. He shifted to where he knelt in front of the female, his long body bent nearly double in submission.
"Very well, I shall do as you wish, my master."
"Thank you, you may rise. Tell me your name, please."
"Your family has called me Alucard."
Yme started to say something else, then stopped. A small frown became apparent as her head tilted slightly to one side. Alucard watched her with growing interest, curious as to what she was thinking. Finally, the girl looked at him with a bemused aura.
"That is so not funny. My family has a bad sense of humor."
"What do you mean?"
"Have you ever spelled your name backwards?" she asked.
There was a short silence while Alucard mentally did so. Then he started laughing loudly. Of course Yme smiled at that, liking that she could get him to laugh at all. When the vampire finally stopped laughing he still had a huge smile on his face.
"I see, you are right. How very fitting."
"Fitting? It's redundant! Naming a vampire Dracula, ha!"
"That aside, what have I missed these past years?"
"Well, it's been almost fifteen years so that's a lot to cover. So much has happened in that amount... of..... time!"
Yme squeaked and looked at the watch on her left wrist. Her lesson with Seras began in less than two minutes! She would never get past security in time, much less be where she was supposed to be. As she started panicking and throwing her stuff together Alucard drew his own conclusions.
"I'm so sorry but I have to go I'm late and there's no way I'm gonna get there in time and Seras will have to come look for me and I can't be found down here not so soon this is not fair I promise I'll give you details later I just have to get out of here and try to get far enough away before she can find me and-"
"Take a breath before you pass out," Alucard said. "And calm down. Where do you have to be?"
"In my room," Yme stated after doing as he had instructed. "But that's on the second floor in the north wing."
"Which room, precisely?"
"The one across from the head-maid's room and next to the staircase. Why?"
Instead of answering her Alucard gently picked her up. Yme stiffened slightly but didn't protest, curious as to what he was doing. He held her close to him and walked backwards into the wall. Everything became utterly dark for a few seconds, then Yme blinked as light once again made itself present. She gaped in astonishment at the fact that they were in her room.
Alucard set the child down, watching her. Integra had never allowed him to do that with her, something about not completely trusting him. This child, though, seemed elated and surprised. She stumbled a bit at first, but quickly righted herself and turned to him.
"That was so cool! How'd you do that? Can you go anywhere?"
"Thank you, it's one of my abilities, and no. Just the places that are permitted."
Yme nodded and started over to her desk. She quickly pulled out a few books, notebooks, pencils, and paper. She set them up to look like they'd been used for awhile, then sat in the chair and relaxed.
"You may want to leave. Sir Hellsing sometimes comes with Seras. If it's only her it'll be fine, she can keep a secret."
"I think I'll stay."
The child shrugged and went back to the open books. Less than a minute later someone knocked on the door.
"Miss, it's me. It's time for your lesson."
"Seras, I thought I said not to call me 'miss'!"
"You'll be a miss to me until your body changes."
"Whatever, you can come in."
The door opened and revealed the broad grin that Seras wore. The female vampire stepped into the room and shut the door behind her, then went to stand in front of Yme's desk. Yme couldn't help but smile towards the energetic being, half because she just pulled off that vibe and half because she had yet to notice their "guest".
"So what are we doing today?" the child asked.
"We have to do some weapon practice."
Yme's face fell comically. She gave one of her best pleading looks to Seras. The older female just grinned and waited.
"But Seras," Yme whined. "You know that I hate using guns!"
"Who said we'd be using guns? I've decided that we need to find your 'partner ' weapon, the weapon you feel the most comfortable wielding."
The child's eyes lit up at the prospect of trying new things. Any gun she'd ever held had never felt right to her. Maybe this would be a productive search. It was odd that any of Hellsing blood went around without a weapon. Both her mother and sister were perfectly comfortable with guns. She had a good idea of what she'd like, but she wouldn't rob Seras of her fun.
"Sounds like a plan," she finally relented.
"Great! The training room is set up, and I moved a whole bunch of different weapons into it. Once we find a basic thing you like we can order a custom, blessed silver version. If you can put down a design it would be a lot better."
"I'll do that, if we find something. Oh, and Seras?"
"Yes?"
The blonde vampire stopped on her way out the door. Yme smiled widely at her, innocence pouring out of her.
"Do you mind if my new friend comes?"
"New friend?"
Seras blinked at her before finally realizing that there was someone else in the room. Her body tensed automatically, then as she actually took in the figure surprise showed on her face. She took a few hesitant steps towards Alucard, then practically flew across the room to glomp him.
"Master!"
"It's good to see you too, police girl."
The elation that the blonde felt passed after a few seconds of absorbing that her maker was once again walking. Then her eyes narrowed and she looked dead at Yme with a bit of amusement.
"How'd you get past security?"
"Eh. Wasn't that hard."
"And you found out about him how?"
"Library."
"Sneaky little midget."
"Overprotective stalker."
The two females held the other's glare for a minute, then broke into twin grins. Seras patted the younger on the back, showing pride and wordlessly stating no hard feelings. Yme got up from her desk and walked to the door, eager now to go on a weapon hunt. The two vampires followed her silently, content with things as they were.
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