A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry for the ones that followed my story: The mysterious calling. I'm still going to write that one, but when I have a better plotline ^^. This fanfiction is simply Beauty and the Beast, Hellsing style. It kept hanging in my head since all the babysitting on my nieces that always wanted to watch Beauty and the Beast sigh. I hope you enjoy!

Beast: Alucard

Father of Belle: Alexander Anderson

Belle: Seras

Cogsworth: Integra

Gaston: Jan Valentine

Mrs. Potts: Walter

Lumiere: Pip

The ancient: Helena

Summary: Beauty and the Beast Hellsing style. AxS

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Living a Fairytale

It was a dreadful night. The skies were darkened by clouds filled with thunder and rain, releasing their load down on the earth beneath them. A young woman made hastily her way towards the castle that doomed up from the skylines. She opened the black gate, made her way through the front yards and stood upon the porch of the castle. She knocked three times on the door with her left hand while her other hand kept a tight grip on her travelling cloak so it wouldn't be blown off her shoulders. She didn't need to wait long as the door opened and a man stepped in the doorway. His night raven hair reached his mid back. He wore a charcoal suit, leather riding boots coming up to his knees and a red bowtie. His dark eyes took in the beautiful young woman standing in the door way before he finally locked his gaze with the young maiden named Helena.

"What can I do for you?"

The young woman shivered from the cold and smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry to bother you at this hour, but could you give me shelter for one night?" She spoke softly. Alucard nodded, stepped away from the entrance so the woman had some space to walk into his castle. Helena thanked him gratefully and stayed the night.

Three nights had passed when another woman stumbled upon the castle seeking for shelter at such a poor weather as three days ago. But this time it was a poor elderly woman. When Alucard opened the door this time to answer the instant knocking upon his castle door he was greeted with the sight of an old woman, seeking for help.

"What can I do for you?"

The old shivered slightly from the cold, and reached out with one of her wrinkled hands. "I'm sorry to bother you at this hour, but could you give me shelter for one night? I'll be forever grateful.

The man snorted disgusted and pulled the door a bit closer than before. ""No way I'm going to let you into my castle," He hissed and with one more disapproving look at the helpless elderly woman he closed the door in front of her. But before he could close the door, an unknown force kept the door open. His eyes widened with shock when the elderly woman transformed into the beautiful young maiden he had given shelter three nights ago. She had seen that there was no love in his heart. And as his punishment he was transformed into a vampire, his staff turned into lifeless objects. The curse could be only released if a woman could unfreeze his icy heart. And if it didn't happen in the next 600 years, he would be doomed to walk the earth for eternity.

Years passed but no woman passed by that could unfreeze his cold heart. And slowly he lost his hope to ever turn back to be a human. Because who could ever love such a monster like him? 599 years passed without any success that was until faith decided to kick in...

xXx

The sun was already high in the sky, the birds chirping happily their song when the yelling voice of her adaptive father awoke Seras from her sleep. She grumbled softly, not wanting to leave the fussy and warm dream world. But another call of her name finally made her to open her blue eyes, blinking twice to get a clear view. She sat up in her bed and yawned sleepily, stretching her arms above her head.

"Yes father I'm up," She answered the last call of her father through her yawn. She threw off her sheets and quickly got dressed. Opening the door from her bedroom she didn't see her father in the living room as she expected. Just when she wanted to walk into the kitchen the front door opened and her father walked in, a bucket filled with milk in one hand.

"Good morning father," Seras said smiling as she took over the bucker and carried it into the kitchen.

"Good morning kitten," Alexander answered and sat down in one of the chairs as Seras was preparing breakfast for the two of them. When Seras was done she placed a plate before her father before grabbing the one she'd prepared for herself and setting herself down on the opposite side of her father. "So is there anything we need to discuss today?"

"No child, you're free to go into the city today. I only need to speak with the city elders," Alexander replied.

Seras looked up. "Is something wrong?" She didn't notice that Alexander stiffened at her question.

"There's a threat to our village. I only need to speak with them for security reasons." He noticed that Seras relaxed at his answer, and smiled relieved when she didn't ask further.

"I see you later today then father!" Seras smiled before she stood up, grabbed her basket and was already out of the door before her father could call her back.

"What about your breakfast?" Alexander yelled after her, but casting a look upon the plate he saw she was already finished. He shook his head smiling and cleaned up the table before making his way to the village elders.

Seras greeted the few people she knew in town and made a beeline towards the bookstore. She always loved to read, it was her favourite passing time. The soft jingling of the bell reached her ears as she opened the door to the bookstore. An elderly man appeared behind a bookcase. A smile appeared on the man's face as he saw his favourite costumer standing in his store.

"Good morning Seras."

"Good morning sir Fargason," replied Seras politely.

Fargason laughed heartily and the formal address and made his way towards the young maiden. "How many times do I have to tell you to call me Peter, dear Seras?"

"One more time as always, Fargason," Seras replied with a wink. She grabbed the book she'd borrowed from his shop and gave it back to him. Peter raised his eyebrow amused and stared at the blond before him. "Already finished?" He asked with a smile.

Seras nodded but was already passed the elder man and up the ladder searching for a new book. "Got anything new?" She asked as she tapped her fingers along the rugs of the books, reading their titles.

"I'm afraid not."

"Doesn't matter," Seras shrugged and quickly found her favourite book, pulling it out of the closet. "I'll just borrow this one then." She handed the book to Peter who casted one look at the book before the smile on his face widened. "But my dear, you already read this one at least 10 times."

Seras sighed happily, looking if she was already lost in a dream world. "I know, but it's my favourite! The knights riding on their horses, the fights, the landscape, the castles…"

Fargason chuckled amused as he saw Seras describing the book with such passion. "You know what? If you like this book so much," He handed the book with a smile, "you can have it."

Seras eyes widened with surprise and went from the book back to her friend, to the book and then again to Peter. "Are you serious? I couldn't possibly..."

"Yes I'm serious; see it as my gift for you. Your father helped me a lot so making you happy I did him a favour back." He opened the door for Seras as she thanked him once more and slowly made her way back home to read the book she'd now possessed.

xXx

Alexander made his way through the church, greeted some villagers before slipping away in a small room where meetings where held. He nodded to the priest that was on duty and walked up the stairs to another room. He knocked three times on the door and waited for his queue to enter.

"Come in Anderson, we've been expecting you."

Taking in a deep breath Alexander opened the door and greeted his bishop, Enrico Maxwell. He closed the door firmly behind him before he sat down in front of the desk. Enrico closed the file he'd been working on, and rested his hands folded upon it.

"You probably already heard about the threat." Alexander nodded. "Good, then you know there have been already casualties among their villagers. All the bodies had the similar mark in their neck."

Alexander swallowed, knowing what kind of monster would do that. Enrico leaned back in his chair, his eyes hard as his voice resounded through the small room. "The pope wants you to relief us from this monster. Is that clear father Anderson?"

"Perfectly clear bishop."

Enrico nodded, and opened the file he was working on once again not looking up once more when he spoke for the last time. "Very well, you're dismissed."

Alexander nodded and quickly walked out of the small room. He leaned against the wall and took in a deep breath. He really didn't know how he could break such news to his daughter. He wiped the cold seat from his forehead and slowly made his way down. He said some prayers in his head before turning around and starting to walk back towards his home.

xXx

Seras sighed deeply as she noticed out of the corner of her eyes that the villagers were following her again. They always did when she was in town. She couldn't help it she'd like to read, and she always had an opinion on something if they asked. But it seemed that the villagers of her town found it strange that a female was reading all the time, and smart too. She groaned inwardly in her head as she heard to voice of the man she wanted desperately to avoid.

"Seras, dearest; why don't you come here for a moment?"

Seras sighed and closed the book with a snap. "Hello Jan, and no thanks. I need to hurry home."

Jan Valentine stepped out of the alley he was standing in, his brown hair blinking in the sunlight. He smiled brightly, showing off his perfect set of teeth. Near the fountain where three ladies stood, sighed dreamily at his smile but all what Seras could do was roll her eyes in annoyance. Jan Valentine was the best hunter in the village, and the strongest one too. Every maiden in the village wanted to marry him except for Seras, she only found him a nuisance. But unlucky for her, he seemed to have fallen in love with her.

"Aww, come on Seras. Don't you want to hug you're future husband?" He replied mockingly, his arms spread open to hug her against his chest. Seras being used to such unwanted attentions, dodged his arms.

"I'm not going to marry you Jan, you know that," Seras answered annoyed.

"Aw c'mon Seras, A quick hug? Peck on the cheek? Roll in the hay?" He wiggled his eyebrows in a suggestive manner and reached out to touch her chest. Seras slapped his hand away, disgust by his request. But as she wanted to pull her hand back, Jan snatched her wrist; his fingers curled around her wrist and didn't have the attention to let go anytime soon.

"I said no Jan, let me go." Seras tried to twist her arm so she could escape, but her attempt was no use as the grip around her wrist simply tightened.

"Keep doing that dearest, it only makes me want you more." He let out a nasty chuckle, making Seras squirm.

"Let go of me!" Seras cried out, her eyes held panic and started to look around for help.

"Jan Valentine," a voice boomed behind the pair. Jan visibly flinched at the tone.

Seras immediately stopped moving, and grinned in a mock-evil way to Jan. She saw that Jan wasn't so tough now, he even was pale. "I told you, you should have let me go," She whispered.

"Let my daughter go at once. Now." His voice held no room for objections or apologies.

Whimpering slightly, Jan let go of Seras' wrist like he was burned by them and turned to run. However the priest was very speedy, and managed to snatch the edge of his shirt. "Never touch Seras again. Did I make myself clear?" Seras gulped unconsciously, her adoptive father could be really scary if he wanted to be.

Jan nodded so fast it almost seemed as if his head would fly off his neck, then scampered away like the little rat he was when father Anderson let go of him.

Once he was out of sight, Seras turned towards her father and smiled gratefully. She stepped forward and her arms already encircled his waist. "Thank you." She said it so fast and numerous times, she'd lost count. But she realised than Alexander wasn't responding into her hug like he always did when she hugged him. She pulled a bit back from her embrace and looked up at his face. With a small widening of her blue eyes, she gasped worried.

He was frowning and there was a distinctly angry look in his eyes. He didn't say anything to her then, nor on the way back towards their home. All evening he was silent and all he said to her was "Sleep well," when Seras went to bed. Seras almost couldn't close an eye as she worried over her father. But as the hours ticked by, her eyelids became too heavy for her to be held open, and slowly she fell asleep.

The next morning when Seras woke up, she blinked at the fell light that came from outside. She frowned confused. Alexander never let her sleep in, and judging the light in her room she slept into midday. She quickly raised from her bed, got dressed in her normal clothes and stepped into the living room.

"Father, are you there?" She called out. But like she'd expected she received no answer back.

He wasn't in the kitchen, small basement beneath their house or the garden. But when she checked their little stables she noticed that their horse Philippe was missing. She wandered back home and finally noticed the small letter lying on the table.

Dear Seras,

The elders of the village send me away to deal with a threat for our village. I don't want to scare you, but there is a chance I come back injures, so if you could prepare the emergency items for me to use upon my return. I won't be away long.

I'm sorry I was so unresponsive to you last night. I didn't want to worry you. Know that I care deeply for you and always carry you in my heart.

Much love,

Alexander Anderson

Seras putted the letter down and sighed. Well that was going to be a couple of sleepless nights waiting for her father to come back home safely. She won't be going into the village, not when Jan was wandering around there and now her father wasn't there to protect her. Well she could make herself busy with the chores in and around the house. God knows that the stable needs to be cleaned.

Putting a smile on her face she went to work, trying to keep her thoughts away from her father on a dangerous mission. And when the night fell, she lit a candle for him before curling up in his chair, a blanket covering her petite body. She watched the little flame entranced and slowly her eyes drifted close.

But when her blue eyes opened again to greet the new day, her father hadn't returned home. And to keep herself busy she started to clean out the house. And another day went by without the arrival of her father. And so the days continued, and slowly turned into a week. The nerves were killing her and now that there weren't any chores in the house to complete, she wandered to the small blossom field behind their backyard. She was sitting peacefully among the flowers, inhaling the fresh scents of them. A horse whine erupted through the air and broke the peaceful air around her. She turned around shocked and saw something moving by the border of the woods. She quickly stood up and dusted her apron from the grass haulms and ran towards the edge of the woods.

Fear clouded her mind as she prayed deeply that it wasn't the horse she thought it was. She whistled loudly, the whistle tune she always used when she called Philippe. And much to her dismay a light brown horse with a white stripe upon his nose and white manes trotted towards her, emerging from the woods. With one hand she grabbed the rains that hung loosely around his neck while with the other she started to pet his nose, trying to calm down the frightened animal.

"Philippe, where is father?" She acted horrid. Her heart beating rapidly in her chest, hoping; no begging that her father was save, unharmed. Philippe staggered a little, his brown eyes wide with fear. Seras continued to calm him down and when she thought he was calm enough she climbed on top of him. "Philippe, bring me to father, he may need our aid." Her voice trembled slightly as she let her emotions take the best of her. But soon she shook away the fear, and calmed herself. Her father could be hurt and she was the only one who could help.

She kicked Philippe slightly in the ribs, and the horse ran off into the direction he came from. Seras squeezed her eyes a little close against the wind blowing into her face with the speed she was going. Her head turning every way she could in hope to see her father. But as the night fell upon her, she still hadn't found her father.

She already lowered to a trot, not running in a full gallop anymore. She pushed away a low hanging branch that threatened to hit her head when she heard the howls of wolves. Philippe staggered a little, a small whine coming out of his mouth. Seras petted the slight frightened animal, her hand petting the neck of the animal. "Shh Philippe, we'll be alright."

She stirred her horse to the left when she came on a split in the road when the wolves sounded again. But this time it sounded really close. She turned her head abruptly and saw on the hills a black furred wolf, his canines showing as he growled at them. Seras gulped, her eyes widening at the sight. The animal howled once again and slowly Seras saw a few more of his kind standing behind him. Not wanting to waste time she turned her head back, kicked Philippe in the ribs and forced him quickly into a canter before it went over in a gallop. Even above the sound of hooves hitting the branched and leaves littered ground and the heaving breathing of the horse, Seras could hear the wolves chasing them. She bent low to the neck and dared to look behind. They were closing in fast.

She swallowed uncomfortably and quickly turned to look back ahead; whispering hushed encouraging sounds to Philippe to run faster. She ducked away for another low hanging branch as she raced through the woods. Seras gripped the reins tighter as before and willed that there would be a place to hide from the wolves. As if her prayers were heard, she could see a castle dooming out of the woods and coming bigger as they approached the building with high speed.

"Hurry Philippe, just a little further. I can see castle where we can hide."

The ears of Philippe flicked as if he heard the plea of his mistress and willed his legs to move even faster. When they were near the castle, Seras could see the stone walls surrounding the castle; the only opening was the black gates in the middle of the walls. The muddy ground she was riding on went over into stones, and only then Seras pulled slightly at the reins to slow her companion down. They stopped for the gates and Seras watched in awe at the massive castle standing before her.

Philippe started to get nervous it seemed as the animal started to whine, trampling with his legs as he wanted to flee. Seras quickly averted her eyes to her horse, pulling at the reins to try to clam him down. She stepped off and quickly leaned into his face to touch his nose. "Shh Philippe, calm down; calm Philippe. Everything's okay." But when she turned around she gasped at what she saw behind the black gates. She pushed it open without a second thought and kneeled down in front of the cross necklace her father always wore.

"Father?" She whispered out loud and turned her head towards the castle. She made her way towards the castle and pushed the front door open. "Hello? Is anyone there?" She called out. She moved in a little bit further, the big entrance door closed behind her without her aid.

"Father?" She called out once again. But just like the first times she called out, no reply came back. She searched through the hall ways, glancing at the portraits hanging on the wall in the progress.

"Father?" She walked further into the hall when suddenly a door behind her opened slightly. She didn't notice two strange shadows moving in the candle light; all she heard was stumbling. Pushing the door further open she called out once again.

"Hello? Is anyone there? Please, I'm searching for my father." She moved further into the next hall, up the stairs. She strained her ears to catch any sound like she heard before, but no sound reached her ears this time. "Strange," Seras mumbled against herself. "I thought I heard something."

"Seras?" A weak voice in the distance called out to her.

She snapped her head back and ran up the rest of the stairs, grabbing a torch as she did so.

"Father!" She ran towards a door with near the ground a square hole, bars sealing it. She went down her knees and stared into the green eyes of her adoptive father. His hands trembled weakly and covered with blood as he reached out to touch his daughter.

"Seras, how did you find me?" But Seras ignored his question, her eyes sliding down his form as she took him in. He was covered in wounds and if he didn't get any aid soon, he could die.

"Father you look terrible," Seras said with sympathy. She cupped his outstretched hands with her free one, flinching at the coldness of his skin. "Your hands are so cold. How long have you been here?"

Her father spoke in hushed tones and his eyes showed slight worry and panic. "It doesn't matter dear, you should get out of here while you still can!"

"No, I'm getting you out of here!" she stubbornly replied.

"Seras get out!" But it was already too late.

Something forcibly grabbed her by her shoulder, forcing her to turn around; the hold of her shoulder not losing strength in the slightest.

"What are you doing here?!" An angry voice spat out. Seras yelped in surprise as her hand slipped out of the cold ones that belonged to her father. Her torch was slammed out of her hand and fell into a puddle of water. She sank against the ground as she was let go, her back hitting the cold stone behind her.

"Who's there, who are you?" Seras called out, her eyes trying to get used to the sudden darkness.

"I'm the lord of this castle," the voice replied back with coldness.

Seras turned her head towards the sound. "I'm here for my father. Please let him go, if he would stay here any longer he could die." She begged him.

"Than he shouldn't have come here," the voice growled back.

"Please, I'll do anything!"

"You can't do anything. He's my prisoner."

Seras was on the verge of tears, but didn't let them come out. Her thoughts raced through her head, trying to come out with a solution to free her father. She heard footsteps walking to the exit and yelled out the only thing she could think off that moment.

"Wait!" She was silent for a moment as she summoned up her courage. "I'll stay in his place."

The voice huffed. "You..." But then he went silent for a moment. And this time when he spoke, he sounded half surprised. "You want to stay here instead of him?"

"Seras don't do it!" Alexander yelled through the bars. "You don't know what you're doing."

"If I do it, would you let my father go?" Her voice didn't tremble once, her strength shining through her stance even though she was still frightened.

"Yes, I'll let him go. But you have to promise to stay here forever."

Seras gasped in shock, her heart missing a beat at his question. She didn't know what she had to do. If she was going to stay here forever, she wanted to see the host first though. "Step into the light."

Slowly she saw a leg arise from the darkness, dark brown leather boot hugging his lower leg. And slowly the moonlight shining into the upper dungeon revealed a man. His dark raven hair bouncing softly at the non-existent breeze, he was tall and lean and his form covered by a charcoal suit, leather riding boots, and a red bowtie. But what caught her eyes was the grin that was plastered on his face, revealing his fangs.

She gasped shocked, her hand covering her mouth as she stepped back; her back colliding with the wooden door of her father's cell. The red eyes of her father's capturer seemed to burn into her soul as he stared at her. The capturer of her father was a monster, a vampire. She felt the hand of her father grasping her shoulder.

"Don't Seras, I won't allow you to do it!"

But Seras pulled back and stepped towards the vampire, standing together with him in the moonlight as her head tilted down. She closed her eyes as she swallowed heavily and opened her blue eyes at stared him down, her head held high. "You have my word."

The grin seemed to grow bigger than it already was. And before she knew it, the monster moved already passed her. "Good."

She fell down on her knees, realising what she'd done and let her head rest in her hands. The door from Alexander's cell was pulled open and Seras felt the arms of her father surrounding her. "Seras, why did you do that?"

But before he could receive her answer, the vampire grabbed him by his collar and dragged him outside. Alexander began to struggle, his hands trying to keep hold of his beloved daughter. "Seras!"

Seras looked up, her blue eyes saddened and filled with pain. "Wait!" She watched hopelessly as her father was dragged out of her reach. "Wait!"

Alexander struggled against the hold and was suddenly pushed into a wooden carriage.

"Schrodinger! Bring him back to the village," A young child ran towards the carriage where his lord stood in front of before jumping on the seat and stirring the carriage without aid of horses towards the village. Seras watched from the tower window as her father was dragged away, and finally let the tears that were building up in her eyes fall.

Alucard strode back up the tower where he left the female when another servant started to talk to him. "My lord, now zhat zhe girl is staying here with us forever, it might be a solution zhou give her a better room."

Alucard glared at the brown haired man and growled as he passed him. Pip gulped and mumbled after him. "It waz only an idea!"

When Alucard finally reached the dungeon again he saw Seras crying softly into her hands, resting upon the floor. As if she could feel his intense stare she looked up at him with puffy red eyes. "How could you?" She raged at him. "I couldn't even say goodbye!" She whipped away her tears but fresh ones already rolled down her cheeks. "I'm not going to see him ever again, and I wasn't even allowed to say goodbye."

Alucard sighed, not really knowing how to deal with a weeping woman. Instead he ignored her comment and turned around. "I'll point you to your room."

Seras looked up surprised, whipping away another set of tears as she sniffed. "My room?"

Her question seemed to anger the monster as he turned around, his red eyes flaming and shadows tendrils filling the room; swallowing almost the entire room. "Yes your room!" He yelled back. "Do you want to stay in the tower?"

"No..." Seras mumbled.

"Well then, follow me." And again he turned around abruptly and started to walk away. Seras stood up hesitantly. 'What a prick.' But she got the shock of her life when a voice sounded through her head.

'I can hear your thoughts, you know.' Seras gasped, trying to figure out where the sound came from when her eyes landed upon the now amused filled red eyes of her host. "Did you just talk into my head?" She asked carefully.

"Yes I did. Now come on, I'll show you your room." He said it a bit gentler this time. Seras nodded and followed the vampire down a the stairs, walking through a set of corridors before walking up a flight of stairs, and when she thought she was totally lost, they stopped in front of a door.

"This will be your room for now on. You are allowed to go everywhere in the castle, but I'll repeat and I only say this once. Don't ever, ever come in the dungeons. Is that understood?"

Seras nodded and asked the question that was burning on her lips since they were walking towards her chamber. "What's your name?" She asked softly.

"You can call me Alucard. And yours?"

"I'm Seras Victoria." She saw the questioned look in his eyes and immediately understood what was bothering him. "He's my adoptive father, my parents died when I was four. Murdered in our own home." Her voice sounded soft.

"Ah," Alucard only replied, knowing he had saddened the female once again. He opened the door to her chambers. Seras walked in, and stared at awe at her chamber.

'Zay something to her my lord, zhe food…' Pip's voice sounded suddenly in his head. Alucard eyes turned towards the corner, seeing the French man hiding in the corner further down the corridor. He waved with his hand; suggesting to make a move already.

Alucard sighed inwardly and turned towards Seras. "You only eat food… with me at the table!" and then slammed the door close behind her. He caught the act Pip did; his head dropping down on his head as he was shaking his head. 'Zhat wasn't what I meant my lord.'

Seras jumped as the door suddenly closed behind her. She twirled around and pushed against the door but without any strength. She slit down the now closed door and started to cry once more.

To be continued…