Why hello there everyone. My name is the darkdragonemperess. Some of you know me from my host club work. Some may have come here just because it is Hellsing. Either way, thanks for stopping by. I have recently rekindled my obsession with Hellsing and played with a story I thought would be interesting. For those that have read my earlier stuff, I must apologize. My own creation will again be one of the main characters. Sorry but I love her so much and find it amusing to imagine her in other worlds. This story follows loosely through the manga, very loosely. It takes place after the attack on Hellsing and the organization being badly in need of soldiers. I do not own Hellsing, nor any of the characters of the show/manga. However, two of the central characters and some bit parts are my own invention. For those that have entered before, and those that are new, I now welcome you to the bizarre, twisted, and erotic zone that is my mind. Enjoy.

Warning: Lemon. Not a one-shot by any means, but very mature content including torture, graphic rape, and very graphic sex. Violence is there as well, but that's only an afterthought. :P

"Sir you must flee now." The young man clad in a black tunic hissed through gritted teeth. He could not afford to be loud. Ears were everywhere. The success of this plan hinged on the fact that they would take the bait. His friend's dark green tunic blended nicely into the trees. It would give him some protection.

"I can't just leave. It is my fault we are in this. I can't leave you to…" The words were cut off as a heavy hand crashed across his cheek. Holding the pained area, the young man could do nothing but stare. His friend had never hit him like that before. Blows during sparing and jesting taps, but never this.

"They broke you in that prison and only now are you returning to sanity. I kept your horror show to a minimum, so that you could be what I know you can. You must retake this land. Your atrocities were the result of madness. Theirs shall be one of malice and greed."

"But..."

"No buts. Our time is short. I am too valuable. They will not kill me immediately. A time in torment will help you get away. Come back for me when they become complacent." The steel eyes had a soft edge as he looked at his friend. A reassuring hand squeezed his shoulder. The thunder of heavy hooves interrupted the moment. Before another word could be uttered, the black tunic began to move. Eyes pierced the dark and gave a subtle glare. It was a look they had exchanged since childhood. No matter what, do not make a sound. He tried to obey the silent command. The other wandered out of the protective shield of the trees. Presenting himself. He hurled insults at the riders. They chased as he led them away from the hiding spot of his prince. The shadows hid the pained expression of the hidden prince as he watched them beat his friend. They clubbed and stomped him. He bit his hand to fight back the scream as he watched them break his arm. He heard the sickening snap and his body ached to dash out and hurt them. But what could he do? There were no weapons, and if he was captured there was no hope for either of them. Tears pooled in his eyes as they dragged the unconscious body to their horses.

Alucard jolted awake. What the hell was up with that dream? He hadn't thought that far back into his past in over a century. He hated remembering a time when he was so weak and vulnerable. Yet for the past few weeks he kept having recurring nightmares. They were different times in his life, but always had a central character. His best friend and first fledgling. He felt moisture on his face and wiped a gloved hand across. He looked back and saw blood. His battle wounds were long since healed. So that made these…tears. Why the hell was he crying? Sighing, the ancient vampire decided he had enough sleep. He turned to fog and went through the coffin. It would have been easier to just lift the lid, but he wanted to be distracted from the haunting images of his past. Alucard get over here. And grab Seras on the way up. His master's voice rang in his head.He happily acknowledged the order, as whatever task she was about to give him would help take his mind off of the disturbing dreams.

Integra nervously chewed on the tip of her cigar. Alucard had been a little too eager to acknowledge her. No backtalk, no quips. It set her nerves on edge. After a few minutes the door creaked open. Victoria walked through and Alucard followed.

He had been smelling something since he left the room. Well, two somethings to be precise. Sweet delicate scents that seemed to boil his blood. Upon arriving at the police girl's room, he noticed one of the scents permeated from the room. When she walked out, it hit him like a brick. He momentarily stopped breathing to allow the dizziness in his head to pass. She gave him a strange look and he promptly ignored it. Stepping around her, he began walking again. She followed, practically running to keep up with his long strides. A sudden stop and she slammed into his back.

"M...Master?" her tone quivered. She did not like the aura he was projecting. It was one of confusion and slight anger. He looked over his shoulder at her. Go ahead police girl. The thought played in her mind. Not knowing what else to do, she obliged. The scent flooded his nostrils as soon as the door was open. It was like his little police girls, yet so unlike it as well. The scent was almost as intoxicating as the first one. He could feel his excitement rise. Something was familiar about all this, like he had heard it before. Yet he couldn't explain it. Walking through the door, he caught himself leering at his fledgling's ass, becoming curves put on display by the tight cloth. He forced his mind away. He had always found her attractive, but to become so enchanted as to forget the world for a moment? Where the hell did that come from? He seemed to be asking himself that question a lot these days. Sighing he looked at his master. A bead of sweat rolled down her neck as he crossed the threshold. Instantly he froze. The sweet scents had masked it in the hallway, but here in this confined area it was all too apparent. Turning to his left, an insane grin split his face. The smile was returned by the newcomer.

Before anyone could say a word the two lunged at each other. Alucard landed a kick to the intruder's stomach, only to have a fist slam into his face. The sickening crack of bone was heard through the room. He simply popped his broken nose back into place and allowed his body to heal it. A shadow portal opened and the figure backed into it. Alucard was not going to allow that. Into the portal he went, claws tearing into flesh as his own was cut to ribbons. They kicked, bit, stabbed, and punched. Leaping into shadow portals the duel was held throughout the manor. Those in the office stared at the carnage. The combatants reappeared in the room. They stood intimately close. Blood dripped from their claws and wounds alike. Skin regenerated, closing the gaping holes they had left in their opponent. Alucard held his gun to the man's forehead. The man held a gun under Alucard's chin. They stood in this awkward embrace for what seemed like an eternity. Until Alucard started laughing. The other joined in and soon their weapons had disappeared and they shared a long hug. The others in the room stared in shock at the familial hold.

"I see you still keep your hair dangerously long." The man remarked.

"And I still see you still enjoy whining like a bitch." Alucard shot back. They shared another laugh. "It is good to see you old friend."

"O...Old…Friend?" Victoria stuttered unable to comprehend. Since when did her master hug? Hell, since when did her master have friends?