*I DO NOT OWN HELLSING OR ITS CHARACTERS, NOR DO I OWN ANY OF BRAM STOKERS CHARACTERS. ENJOY AND PLEASE CRITIC!*
Prologue: Re-Count of The Past
"You are nothing, King of Vampires! Nothing but dust and ash!"
The voice echoed throughout his body and sunk in the back of his mind. It was impossible, the great Count Dracula, bested by a…human?
"Am I defeated?" he ventured of his opponent.
"Yes Vampire, you are bested." The man replied.
Dracula looked around at his once extravagant existence. His castle was in ruins, his brides dead, and now he was bested, soon to join his beloved brides.
"Mina…" Dracula raised his hand towards the fading image of his most beloved of brides.
The man above him smiled and pulled the count closer.
"She is in hell, Count, as you soon will be."
He felt the cold unforgiving piece of wood impale his heart as the world went black…
Chapter 1: Cold Solace
The room was dark as Alucard opened his eyes, the room and reality jumping out at him. The familiar bare walls and dark dungeon feel comforted him as he adjusted his mind back with reality. These dreams had been occurring for a few weeks now, and he had no idea why the same scene played repeatedly in his head. His sensitive hearing told him something was happening upstairs, so he shook off his dreams and phased through the wall into the upstairs main hall.
The Hellsing Family had a great manor to their name, and were charged with the duty of eradicating any supernatural threats to the faith and crown. That is where he came in. He was their trump card, the most powerful vampire in existence, and he never let them forget it. So naturally, he had to see what all the fun was upstairs and steal the show. Hellsings' security force were running about to do their respected jobs, but Alucard sensed something else. Blood, the sweet nectar of life itself. He followed the scent to the end of the hall where a body lay, a set of fang marks on his neck proved a vampire was the culprit. But something about the marks seemed odd. He was about to get a close look when a familiar squeal audited from behind him.
"Master! Good morning!"
Alucard turned to see his just a bit too good-looking fledgling run up to him and smile.
"I smelled the blood too! Do you know who did this?"
Her inquiries were always and annoyance, so he usually just made things up or teased her until she cried.
"Police Girl, don't you think you should already know that? What kind of vampire are you? I swear, you are useless. Idiot."
Her smile faded as she pouted and looked down at the floor. He loved when she pouted. It made her look so adorable.
"Sorry master. So do you have any ideas?"
He looked her up and down and smiled. "
"A vampire, and old one, since it was in and out before I even sensed it. It must have come in while I slept."
Seras nodded and slung her rifle. She looked at the body and back at Alucard.
"You wouldn't…"
He laughed and looked down at her.
"No, I didn't kill him, but the fact that you thought I might do it means you are really getting to know me." He smiled.
She grinned and walked off, heading back to her room. Something about those marks did trouble him though. They looked so familiar, as if from another life. It must be my imagination he thought. He left the excitement of the hall to go back to his quarters to reminisce some more about days gone by and the thrill of the hunt.