ATTENTION!
I'm back! Again lol. This story is something I have been working on for awhile now and took a lot of work. I know how you all feel, it's like "oh god another story involving another OC, blah, blah" Trust me, I'll be doing my best so the OC in this story won't seem stupid or dramatic like some other's involving OC. You have to admit there are some out there that are pretty good. Hopefully this on will be good too.
I got most of my information from bio's of Bram Stoker, the book Dracula, and Hellsing OVA. It was said, by Walter, that Van Helsing faced more difficult challenges then the ones Integra had faced (before the attack on London). Yes, this story has a lot of Abraham, but is also revolving around Alucard and OC. Should they end up? Who knows, it all depends on what I see fit or your lovely reviews that I would like to have! :P (Hint: Since Alucard is new to 'hanging' around with humans, he'll still be his mean self)
WARNING: I probably won't continue this story if no one really reviews it. I know people favorite and story alert but I still would like some reviews to show that you guys would like more of the story. Also to see if people are still following the updates. I would LOVE to continue it, this one hasn't left my mind since I thought of it. A lot of research has been done for this one. So please, review the story. Tell what you think. This author would be very pleased. (Takes Alucard into view) And do it for this guy! Who wouldn't want to see him kill massive amount of people, vampires, etc. Enjoy!
-MQ
The figure jumped from one roof to the next, leaving behind footprints in the thick snow. She could see her breath escape from her mouth from the freezing temperatures that attack London's nights. The moon was fighting a loosing battle with the clouds above in the heavens. The sight was not admired for long as her eyes flickered around to find a good distance for the next jump. The sound of leather gloves tightening rang her ears as she clenched her hands to a fists, slowly counting to five and then jumped to a roof that was slanted with not much snow covering it. Her feet hit hard on the roof, but the snow, which turned out to be partly ice, was too slippery and she nearly lost her footing. Her numb ears perked up to the sounds of running footsteps going past her. The silhouette of a man jumped onto a house right next to her. Red eyes widened at the sight of the young woman and continued on faster.
She cursed and began pulling herself up to the top of the roof and followed after it. A house had their chimney fired up, causing the smoke to flow up into the night air. She stopped and noticed the roof she was on was slightly different from the others. The chimney was the same, lit up, but the smoke was barely coming out. The young woman slowly placed one foot in front of the other. The cane that was fastened to her belt and slid out in one quick motion, being held in her right gloved hand. The handle was of a wolf's head, made of pure silver. Her blue eyes gazed down the chimney, seeing what was the cause. Seeing nothing wrong, she started to back away till bright red eyed opened from the darkness and jumped at her.
The monster stretched out it's hands, nails resembling claws slashed away at her. Each attack hit the cane. The young woman stepped back allowing her body to twirl, by doing so, unsheathing the long silver blade. The shine blinded the monster for an instant, thus taking advantage of the moment. The young girl thrust the blade forward, as if she were to punch him, aiming right in the heart. The monster screamed in agony before crumbling to dust. One more to go.
"You bastard!"
She turned around to see another pare of red eyes baring at her. Unlike the one she got rid of seconds ago, this one started to flee with no intent of attacking her. The cane went back to it's place by her side. She gave herself some room by backing up and jumped onto a string line of clothes that was connecting to houses, grabbing on to a damp shirt and slid to the other building.
As two feet landed gracefully on the next roof, blue eyes watched as the target gradually started to slip away to roof top to roof top. Shit! Quickly catching her breath and ignoring the pain that started to form in her legs from the great leaps and the tightening in her the streets below, horses could be heard galloping in the direction the target was running. The young woman knew it was the group catching up. No more time could be wasted, the target had to be silent or more people would face their death that night. Two men on horses stop near the building, a vehicle close behind them.
"Where did it disappear to?" The man on the black horse yelled for she could hear.
"Northeast Sir, It looks as if he'll cross Westminster Bridge!"
The man cursed under his breath, "Well come on! Get down here so we can catch up to it! The cavalry should arrive momentarily."
"No Sir, I'll try and keep up with him. We can't wait for that imbecile any longer!" She turned her back and continued the way target was heading.
"Damn that child!" The man yelled.
"Don't fret Douglas, the target won't escape." The other man said.
"How do you know? That child is only a bloody servant, nothing more!" Douglas fumed.
"That servant you are referring to is a dear friend of Lord Godalming's and I." The man with slick black hair frowned.
"Let us hurry, no matter who is chasing that monster, there shall be no casualties." With that the men were off.
The young woman was closing in on the target, and it was confirmed that it was heading towards Westminster bridge. Mindless monster, doesn't it know it's hard for a creature like it to cross large running water at an early stage in it's new life? The monster finally was within close range. She reached for the pistol resting in her coat pocket and shot it. Three bullets were shot out, two hitting the shoulder and back. The target, which was still in the air, fell down to the streets. Right in front the bridge. The young woman front flipped on the snow covered ground safely, almost losing her hat on the way. The pounding pain in her legs and chest were getting to her now. Breathing in the cold misty air burned her throat. Trying to get the adrenaline to warm up her body. The monster started to get up and limb towards the bridge. You don't give up do you? She started to approach it.
"Get away!" The monster snarled at the approaching person.
"I believe I can not do that, you see my master would not be happy with the fact that a monster like you is walking around the streets of London." She grinned, with the hint of a British accent.
"To hell with you humans! You can not understand the lengths of the abilities we vampires have!" The monster, slowly backing away to the bridge.
The gun rested at the her side; it was nearly empty with three more bullets remaining. They are not silver ones either, looks like my new invention will come in handy with this one. "Vampires like you? Please your lack of knowledge on the subject is inferior to what I know, now stand still," She shook her head then gave him a flaunting girl, "This will only hurt a second."
The vampire dodged as the bullets came rushing at him. With being shot already twice, the monster didn't take a chance and darted for the bridge. Before it could even get on it felt it's leg detach. The vampire gave out a sickening cry as he landed on the ground. He looked back to see a mocking grin and what looked like wires glistering from the moon light around the woman. Within a few feet away men on horses were catching up. "We wouldn't want you escaping now, would we?"
"We?" The vampire started to panic.
"Yes, we are Hellsing, the Holy Order of Protestant Knights who protect the Queen and Country from the undead and other supernatural forces of evil." With a flick of her finger the vampire's right arm was cut off. It's blood spurted out onto the wet ground, making a pool of blood as it was mixing with the snow.
The men on the horses were closing in, "Dornez!"
"Who?" The vampire started crawling away.
"Oh how rude of me, I should introduce myself." She took off the small top hat, with that quick move long black hair fell onto her back. "My name is Jacklynn Dornez." All of a sudden the vampires other arm was torn off. Placing the hat back on her head, covering one blue eye, "Butler to the Hellsing family."
"Please stop!" The vampire cried. Then, something tightened around his neck, "No!"
Jacklynn grinned, "And master vampire hunter!" The vampire's head came clear off as she retracted her wires back to her gloved hand. It's blood splattered across her face, leaving a red line going from cheek to cheek. The corpse thus turned into ash, the wind carrying it away.
"Dornez, are you alright?" Five men came running towards the female butler. She smiled innocently while straightening vest , "Seward, is it that hard to keep up with me?"
"You know to call me John." John laughed.
"And of course you know to call me Jacklynn, Sir." She still wore the smile till Douglas marched up to her, captain of the Hellsing fighting unit.
"What the bloody hell were you thinking! Going off ahead of us, you should know your place girl!" He yelled.
"Who are you to tell her what to do? If anyone should know their place is you, Montgomery." A chilling voice came from behind them. A man dressed in all black walked out of the dark ally way across the street, approaching the small group. Her gaze followed the path upward. He wore a black coat that was unbuttoned at the top, showing a vest and a white dress shirt that fit snuggly over a lean torso. Inky black hair topped his head in a messy manner that curtained on side of his face, the tips not quite brushing his shoulders.
Jacklynn scowled, "Your late, Alucard."
The red eyes darted to the girl and flashed a smirk at her, "No, you are just early."
"Were the ghouls dispatched of?" Jacklynn asked. Alucard nodded, looking cover come with boredom.
"Alucard, pleasure to see you again." John gave the same warm greeting as he did Jacklynn. It did bother her that they treated him so nicely when none are needed. As he causes trouble they still treat him as if nothing was wrong. She couldn't truly place blame on any of them. He was the king of vampires. Everyone was fearful around him except John, Lord Godalming (on certain occasions) and herself. I should wipe that smirk right off that face.
Alucard turned toward her direction, "Thinking so badly of me, Dornez?"
She gave none of her attention to the vampire as she placed her hair back up in her hat, giving a look as if she had short hair. Fit for a boy. "Now that all of the targets are destroyed we can head back to the manor to notify our master of the situation, come Alucard." She turned to one of the vehicles they had brought with them.
When she didn't hear the vampire following it irked her, "Are you not coming?" As she faced him a gun was pointed in her direction.
"What are you-" She didn't finish as Alucard fired the gun. She flinched but felt no pain. What? Beside her a body fell and turned to dust. "A-Another one?"
"I thought you all got the third one?" John asked the others.
"We thought we did…" One of the men answered.
Alucard snorted and put away his gun, "If none of you cannot kill a weak vampire then don't bother coming along on our missions."
Jacklynn didn't show any of the emotions she had inside. Now, she was furious. A vampire came up behind her and she didn't even notice or feel his presence. After years of training she let herself make a beginners mistake. Alucard would scold her most definitely. "Seward, we will meet you back at the manor, the rest of you have a pleasant night." Alucard and her walked to the vehicle. Jacklynn opened the door for him then climbed in the front, started the engine and speed off. She favored carriages then the new electric vehicles people were inventing. Her surroundings were changing and so were people. The old days seemed to be withering away as new generations are born.
It was tranquil for the most of the ride back to the Hellsing manor. It was located fifteen miles away from the city, near the country side. Finally Alucard spoke, "You let your guard down tonight, Jacklynn. You could have been easily killed if I did not intervene."
She sighed, I knew this conversation would happen, " Yes, I realized that. I am only human Alucard, sooner or later I'll make mistakes."
"I do not waste my time training you just for you to make simple errors, you were not brought up that way." He said coldly.
"Waste your time? Vampire you have all the time in the world to waste, I on the other hand must be careful with my choosing, I cannot waste any time." She gripped the steering wheel firmly, trying to suppress the anger building up. She always had to have full control of herself, not letting him get to her so easily.
By now he had phased to the front of the vehicle, she was used to it so it did not startle her. "Touché, Dornez, but I must say I am slightly impressed in that little invention your devious hands made."
Jacklynn rose a brow, shocked that he would actually praise her. He noticed and scowled a bit, "Little impressed, it does not cover up your mistake."
"You do not know how to properly complement someone for something they did right." She rolled her eyes.
"Praising someone is nonsense and unnecessary. One should have already train themselves mentally and physically to be ready for anything. People who want praising are just those who know they can't do anything in life and need sympathy from everyone else. To me it is ludicrous, and such people are beneath me." He looked forward with a blunt emotion.
Then, Alucard handed her a handkerchief, "You got blood on you."
Jacklynn grabbed it with a thank you and cleaned off her face.
"You were always a messy eater, Dornez."
"Why does that sound so improper?" She feared to ask.
"It was meant to." Alucard chuckled. She hated when he used inappropriate language with her.
"How does Sir Van Helsing put up with you is beyond me." She turned the vehicle to face big iron gates that protected the grounds of the manor.
"Do not forget you put up with me as well." She could hear the smirk in his tone.
"And I am shocked that I have been for the last seventeen years." She said inaudible. Jacklynn had stopped the car in the front of the manor and got out. There were no sounds of another car door shutting, she assumed that the vampire had phased to where ever their master, Abraham Van Helsing, was at.
She walked through the doors and locked it behind her. Her gaze went around the room. All the choirs were already finished by the maids of the house. They were only used when Jacklynn didn't have time to on nights like these. Hunting and killing vampires were something she learned in her life with her master. Got to stop saying that. Alucard was the one to say master, but you couldn't blame her. That word was used every single day and it just stuck with her. As a child she'd hear the vampire say "Yes, my master." "Of course, master." Master this, master that. It was only natural to say it. Jacklynn sat down on one of the steps of the curved stair case, took out a cigarette and let it. Bad habit, but it calmed her after a busy night.
She inhaled deeply, tasting the pure sweet, well not really sweet, nicotine. Master would have a fit if he saw me smoking, again. She chuckled.
Jacklynn felt a small tug on her shirt and vest. Behind her was little Arthur, rubbing his big blue eyes. Clearly someone had woken up from a nightmare.
"Jackie…I had a bad dream again." The little boy answered.
She put out her cigarette and smiled at the young Hellsing heir, "Ah, Arthur. What troubled your dreams this night?"
Little Arthur in his big shirt, brushing across his feet, started batting his arms around as if he wanted to fly. The butler laughed, "Bats scared you, young master?"
Arthur nodded feverously. "Well, why don't I go check your room for those awful bats that scare you, how about that?" She asked.
"Really, you shall?" The four year old said with excitement.
She nodded and led the young master back to his room. The bats in his dream reminded her of the small nightmares she had when she was a child. They were mainly because of Alucard. She sighed, I need a break from that vampire, since I was a child I dealt with him. Surely by now I am mental disturbed, somewhere in this mind of mine.
Abraham finished the last of his paperwork for the Queen and stacked them neatly to the side of his desk. He sighed tiredly, knowing it would be a long night. There were many unsettling rumors of war coming to the horizon with foreign leaders. No doubt in his mind that it would affect many of the neighboring countries. And, he had to deal with a certain visit from unwelcoming friends. Their letter had just came in the mail that day. It was sent on January 20th, 1914; about a week ago. As he pored himself a cup of tea, a small shiver went up his spine, instantly knowing who it was. "Report today's mission, Alucard." He sipped his tea.
His slave phased from the shadows in the corner and appeared by his side. "The vampires and ghouls have been destroyed with no damage, my master."
He nodded, "Good, where is Jacklynn?"
Alucard went to go sit down in the chair that faced the front of the elders desk, "The runt is coming here as we speak. She had just put your son back to bed." After a few minutes of short conversation between the two a light knock was heard behind the wooden double doors. "Jacklynn, there's no need to knock." Abraham said as he finished the rest of his tea. His butler came in the room with a sincere smile on her face, "My apologizes, sir." Abraham smiled back at the young butler. Well, truthfully she was more like his own daughter. Abraham had taken her under his wing since she was nearly two years of age or what looked like she was two. He didn't know how old she really was when he took her in. Jacklynn was very weak as a child, deathly ill. Now she was a young woman of nineteen years, in looks. She was probably around twenty or twenty-one if they knew her age, but settled with nineteen.
"Arthur had another night fright?" He asked with a light chuckle.
"Yes master, he's back in his bed fast asleep as we speak." She assured him.
"Good. How well did your invention do tonight?" He asked curiously.
Her eyes brightened up, "I believe I finally fixed them perfectly sir, now I don't have to use a gun anymore."
"Have you forgotten something?" Alucard smirked. Abraham instantly caught the look Jacklynn gave his servant and wondered what it was.
"It was nothing sir Van Helsing, just a… a minor slip up is all." She said nervously as her foot kicked Alucard's shin. Not even affecting him.
Alucard gave him the images of her almost falling off a roof and letting her guard down. Abraham ignored what his servant did, he didn't know if it were just lies to get Jacklynn in trouble. Like other times. Then again, it was probably what happened.
"Your giving him images aren't you, vampire." Jacklynn glared at Alucard.
"I don't know what your blabbering about." Alucard said uninterested.
"Yes you did, do not lie."
"You are the one lying to our master, Dornez. Shame on you." Alucard swatted her approaching fist, again his face portraying a bored manner.
"Sir, don't believe what he speaks. I assure you it was nothing." Jacklynn rubbed the back of her head nervously.
"If it were then there would be no problem in sharing." Abraham joked as well. Occasionally, he would go along with the jokes Alucard does with Jacklynn. He surely is a bad influence, he chuckled to himself. He let both continue their bantering as he thought of what had passed in the last few years. It had been seventeen years since the Transylvania incident. He would never forget it, and surely not John, Lord Godalming or the rest of them. They all despised with what the Count had put them through, yet here he was. Sitting down with him and engaging conversation, always talking as if they were good friends. John talked to him as well, mostly for studying how his brain works. Arthur still held a grudge but was polite. After all, he did change, miraculously. He was no longer Count Dracula to them, but Alucard.
Alucard's personality had changed over the past decade. Possibly due to the seal that was preformed on him. Alucard and him were connected now, a master and servant way. It was hard to explain. He questioned that one day till Alucard gave a more enlightening example. It is close to how a sire and fledgling are, he remembered Alucard say. When a vampire makes a fledgling, the fledgling will always have devotion to it's master no matter what, always obeying orders, always listens and always protecting it's creator. The fledgling would turn out however their master is, in some cases. That might be one of the reasons in why I act the way I act now, strange really. I was not the one of socializing. Mainly with humans, in this unlife of mine.
Abraham. The memory was cut off as he heard his name from Alucard.
"Sir, are you alright?" Jacklynn asked worried.
Abraham blinked a few times, "Oh, yes I'm quite alright. May I please get some more tea?" He needed her out of the room; Alucard must be informed of something that needed to be just with Alucard and him.
The young woman smiled, "Of course, I'll go fetch a new batch."
As the door closed, Abraham turned to Alucard with a serious face, "We must talk about what will be happening for the next few weeks."
"What will be happening?" Alucard asked.
Abraham sank back in his chair and asked grimly, "Do you know of the Order of the Golden Dawn?"
Alucard sat up straight, clearly interested, "Ah yes, them." A grin appeared, "I remember you telling me that you were apart of that order, no?"
Abraham nodded, "I left the Order many years ago when it was still new, but powerful. I wanted to learn about their teachings and study alchemy also their viewings. The believes they shared were interesting and I wanted to share in that knowledge. To my mistake, their way of teaching were…not something I would follow by. They were too extreme and so before anything drastic happened, I left."
"If what you say is true, that you did leave all those years ago, why are you troubled by them now my master?" Alucard asked.
He sighed, "Some of the members will arrive in London within the next few weeks, I am not aware of the exact day but I know they will be dropping in for a visit".
"Again what business do they have with you?" He could feel Alucard growing impatient.
"I want to tell you this without Jacklynn's knowledge, she will be informed soon, just not as much information as I'm about to tell you. The less she knows the better her safety will be and of John and Arthur." Abraham warned. Alucard nodded in agreement. "What I have within my possession is something important to the Order, something that is too great of value to leave laying around. No one knows of it's knowledge except I and now you. Of course, I will not tell you where it is. I acquired it over a decade ago from an old friend that was also an ex member of the Order. He still could get information that I required and thankfully he was willing to give a helping hand. In that book held knowledge that I craved to decipher, to learn what it held and what I could gain from it. The basic knowledge of Alchemy was within my hands. When I came to London, I brought with me the foundational documents of the original Order of the Golden Dawn which are known as the-"
Alucard butted in, "The Cipher Manuscripts."
Abraham nodded grimly, "Correct. The Manuscripts give the specific outlines of the Grade Rituals of the Order and a curriculum of graduated teachings that encompass the Heremtic Qabalah, astrology, occult tarot, geomancy and alchemy."
Alucard scowled completely, "Master, this is something that I should of known a long time ago. Right when you told me of your involvement of the Order ?"
"I did not believe they would come after all this time, and I wish that the past didn't come at this certain point. I am sure they know I have it and are determined to get it back. On top of that I have to worry about the rumored war that everyone is talking about. The Queen is already assembling the Convention of Twelve for a conference that will take place within three days." That was all he was going to say. This was his burden to bare and will not get anyone else involved, too much is at stake.
"I will not let them enter the grounds." Alucard sneered.
"No! They can not know of you!" Abraham fumed, letting more of what he knew out.
"And why is that?" Alucard asked bitterly.
Abraham was silent. "You must tell me, why can they not know of my existence?" Alucard asked again.
"Do not question me slave, if I say you are not to be seen, then my word is law!" Abraham said emotionless.
Alucard stood up from his chair, "Let them come, let them know! All those experiment that were preformed on me were for something like this! To destroy, to kill anything that is a threat! Making me England's ultimate weapon!"
"Silent slave! You cannot understand what they would accomplish with that knowledge! Everything that has been preformed on you, the secrets of everything about you, your power! I've written them into-!"
The door opened with Jacklynn coming in with a tray in her hands, "Please forgive me Sir that your tea is late, Seward has arrived and…what is going on?" Alucard and himself were out of their seats scowling at each other.
"Nothing my dear, please escort Seward in." He said as he sat back down.
He could see Alucard phasing through the floor, leaving to his domain, "No, you stay Alucard. I am not finished speaking with you." The vampire gave his master a look that could kill, but obeyed.
A man with slicked black hair walked into the room with Jacklynn, laughing at something she said. "Ah, friend john, how are you this evening? Good I hope. How is your wife?" Abraham walked over to his friend and shook hands.
"Yes professor, everything is well with Charlotte and I." John answered.
"Jack, you took your time to get back here." Alucard smirked.
"We did go pretty fast in the vehicle." Jacklynn said.
"Mini Jack don't answer for big Jack." Alucard joked.
Jacklynn narrowed her blue eyes at the vampire. Abraham and John laughed. It was her nickname, just like John's, and it bugged her if Alucard used it. Both their nickname's were mainly from Quincey. Immediately, the thought of his fallen friend saddened him.
The visit was short for both old friends. Jacklynn served them their tea and went off to bed while Alucard phased to his room in the lower levels of the manor. Leaving Abraham and John time to talk among themselves. John took a sip of his tea, "What is troubling you professor? You don't seem like your cheery self."
Abraham got up and looked out the wide window, "May things trouble this old man John, some are not meant to be shared." He used his name instead of adding 'friend' in it. To show he was troubled and serious or just felt like it.
"Is it about Jacklynn's health?" John asked sadly.
"Her health has been stabled as of late. No sudden attacks in months which is good. The remedy I put together must be working perfectly." He assured his friend.
"She looked pale today, close to how pale Alucard is. I feared that it was another attack, but possibly I was wrong." John smiled. Abraham didn't show the flinch to what John said. Of course she would become pale…it was only a matter of time. He was depending too much on the Manuscripts, now look what was happening? The Order, the Queen, war, Alucard and Jacklynn, and his son. Abraham bit his lip, if anything happened to his son and Jacklynn because of the Order, it would be his fault. If anything happened to the country because of the Order, it would be his fault. He wished it would all go away, his frail old body could not deal with so much stress. "John, did you ever ask yourself why I had to have an heir, another son?" He asked emotionless.
"Um, no professor. If there were meaning behind it I had no right to ask." John answered.
"If I didn't have an heir, someone with my blood, Alucard would be set free from the seal. It's not that I don't love my wife or son, but it was necessary for me to have a child." Abraham answered.
"Set free?" John's voice was stricken with worry.
Abraham let out a humorless laugh, "What cruel fate have I created for him and my descendants. What burden I had placed in their unborn lives?"
"Professor, are you saying you wished to have destroyed Alucard when you got that chance all those years ago" John asked.
Abraham faced John, "Perhaps, I know Jonathan wished it. Possibly even Madam Mina hates me, for I let that creature live. The one that killed her best friend, the woman Lord Godalming, Quincey and you loved, and the one that had planned on making her his bride by force. Violating her privacy by making her drink his wretched blood, cursing her into the night and the dark side of God."
"He has changed Abraham, everyone can tell. Even Jacklynn notices." John said.
"And her! Alas, I dragged her into that mess seventeen years ago at the age of five! Five! Why, is beyond me. I am just glad we all did not include her in our journals. A child should have never gone through that, even if it was only a short time."
"Abraham." John said sternly, "Everything that has happened up to this point was for a reason. You, from anyone else, should know that everything happens for some reason. A reason that surely will come to view in time."
"And when worse comes to worse, friend John?" Abraham asked.
"Then it was meant to happen." John answered truthfully.
Abraham walked to his chair, sat in it and stared blankly at his friend, "What if, everything around you will change, you won't know if it is for the better. You are left in the dark as you watch everything unfold. Knowing that all those changes…were your fault and you knew that you could have prevented it…what would you believe then?"
John got up and put on his coat, "If those thoughts plagued my mind at this early stage, then I wouldn't be asking myself 'what ifs' , I would be fixing what has been done wrong and try to change the future. Nothing is written in stone, Professor." John bowed his head in respect and left the man to dwell in his thoughts alone. The elder stayed up a while longer till his eyes could not stay open. He went to bed and laid there, thinking of what could happen within the next few weeks. Everything he knew was going to change and it would be his fault. Arthur, my son, please forgive what this old man has done to your future…and your children's future. For they will suffer the burden, a burden that will be passed on to each new leader of Hellsing for generations.
For all those who have not read Dracula, stuff like how Abraham said "alas" and "friend John" is basically how he talks in the book. I can't do exactly how his speech is, but I'll try. REVIEW please :P