Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing or Bram Stoker's Dracula or any related
characters. I do, however, own this story's plotline.
Author's Note: I was looking through the Hellsing fan-fiction archive last
night and was a little disappointed to see that there are only a handful of
stories involving the relationship between Abraham and Alucard, so I have
decided to write down some of my own ideas which have been developing for the
past four years.
Thank you Ninee Kisuragi for beta reading this for me.
Magic Affects All
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The sound of coughs from smoke-filled lungs and labored breathing could be
heard across the dark London street. The moon, which one moment ago had shown
so full and bright above the earth, was now hidden from sight by the thick,
billowing clouds of purple smoke that burnt the eyes and lungs of any in its
range.
"I can't see anything!"
"Where did he go?"
A tall, strong figure clad in a long, red trench coat stumbled forward through
the smoke, waving his hand about his face and coughing ever so slightly.
Abraham Van Hellsing, age forty-five, stumbled several more feet till he
reached the point where the cloud of purple smoke had originated. He huffed
and stood up a little straighter, squinting slightly against haze that stung
his eyes. The smoke was billowing outward and thus was much thinner where he
now stood, but something was not right. He looked around. The assailant they
had been hunting had vanished seemingly into thin air, and the vampire they
had been hunting with had also disappeared.
"Alucard?" Abraham called in a raised voice, He wanted to be heard over
the bumbling idiots who were scurrying about. He received no reply. Frown
lines formed upon the middle-aged man's face and he turned around.
"Alucard come here!" he snapped a little louder than before, with again no
reply. Frustrated and impatient, Abraham activated the crest without
hesitation.
The crest was a demonic and holy magical seal combined using science and
sorcery that Abraham had branded over the vampire Dracula's heart and over
the palms of his hands. When the crest was dormant, the seals would turn the
lightest shade of pink, resembling old scars. But when Abraham activated them,
the seals would burn a bright fiery red and sear into the vampire's flesh to
get the vampire's attention or to push an order.
"Alucard come HERE!" Abraham yelled, still a little louder. His left eye
twitched just slightly when he yet again was met with silence. Abraham placed
his hands on his hips and let out an angry growl. Alucard's inability to
reply was worrisome. Questions flew through his mind, gossamer threads weaving
confusion and concern. Had the magic holding Alucard to the Hellsing family
been broken? Would a demon from the very pits of hell be running rampant
through London, seeking revenge? Or had that blast of purple smoke taken
Alucard wherever their assailant had vanished to? No matter the case, Abraham
knew the vampire could not ignore the pulse of the seals and the full
explosive power of the crest.
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Several miles away, a small thin figure covered in dust and dirt lay within
mere feet of the Hellsing mansion. Damp hair clung to his pale face. A small
groan escaped his thin, pale lips. His body gave a gentle jerk and he rolled
to his side. Upon the top of his palms glowed a fire red pentagram. It seared
his snowy flesh and caused his slender fingers to twitch in anguish.
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Hm, what on earth is going on? More shall be revealed in the next chapter.
Please review and tell me what you think.