Hello everyone! This is the first chapter of a fic that was requested by a very sweet Romina Paula Rossi. I hope that you like it! :D This is a bit out of my usual element so I hope that my other readers enjoy this too. Everyone let me know what you think!
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The Vatican Section XIII housed a very lethal secret within it's walls. It was only mentioned on the lips of a few, never spoken of outside of the rooms with books to the ceiling. The man who had been in charge of Section XIII had been the organizer of such a monstrosity. It had all been taboo, a mess. There had been rules broken and laws formed because of what had taken place in the basement of that building on the edge of a little town in England.
Arch- Bishop Linus found that combating the Vampire Alucard was possibly the biggest problem that the Vatican had to deal with. Now though, they would have something to use against him. They would have a match to use against the Vampire Alucard.
The man had drawn a circle on the floor of the shack. He had lit candles and said words. Words that were sacrilegious. Words that would have him put to death. The Vatican would thank him for these words if what he was doing turned out just perfect. Just right. A combination of dirt and metal. A combination of Alchemy and magic. A mixture of mistakes.
He spoke the words and watched the circle as it realized it's command and everything was going as planned.
Until.
Until, the door came down on Linus' shack and the tall lean figure of Enrico Maxwell stood before him, flanked by his two women. Heinkel and Yumie. The older man stood carefully and looked at his underling.
"Maxwell," he began and the other smiled, loving the sound of fear in his name as it was spoken.
"Heretic!" Enrico snarled and looked past the other man and what he saw made eyes go wide. This was not what he was expecting. What was this monster? "K-kill him."
At these words Heinkel smirked and forced the Arch-Bishop to his knees. Yumie unsheathed her sword. Enrico passed them by, going to the edge of the circle, looking in as if he was looking at an animal in a cage.
"Maxwell," the other man said and Enrico turned his attention to the older man. "You haven't beheld the monster. The Hellsing Monster. It was a monster before monsters were even thought of. He was a creature of night in the eighteen hundreds. He's lived since the fifteenth century. Unnaturally. Nothing can beat him. Nothing…but himself."
"You're insane…" Enrico insisted and turned his attention back to what was happening in the circle. Where now, the full form of a man had appeared. Enrico set his jaw and turned back to the three. "Kill him, now," he told Yumie and she did.
In one swift motion the man's head had been severed from his body. What remained of the Arch-Bishop fell unceremoniously to the floor of the dank and dirty room.
Outside of a small town in England.
Where it was not allowed for the Vatican to be doing much of anything. The Hellsing organization was well on it's way to stop the mess that was being made. This country of England was not one to allow such messes to be made. Integra Wingates Hellsing was going to make sure of that. She rode steadily on the way to the shack that Linus had once occupied. Her and her pet, Alucard and her butler, Walter. Along with them came a team of men that would help clean up any messes that would be left behind.
The mess that would be there when they arrived was what Linus had left behind and what Enrico was going to try and dispose of himself.
"Hellsing will be here soon," Enrico said as he headed toward the door. "Kill that… thing," he told the girls and they looked at it carefully. The man that Linus had made. Who was he to act as God?
Heinkel raised her gun as Enrico went to the car they had come in. He opened the door and begun to step in when he saw the Hellsing car.
Enrico frowned and mumbled a curse under his breath. "Heinkel! Yumie! Forget it! Hellsing is here!" The two girls rushed out and climbed into the car after Enrico and then, it sped away.
Before the Hellsing car had even stopped Integra was out and pointing her weapon at the black car speeding away from them. As they moved out of sight Integra lowered her gun and looked at the door of the shack, swinging in the wind.
"Shit," she mumbled and without warning Alucard was behind her. She turned and walked into him.
"Problem, Master?" he asked the young woman before him. Integra was nineteen and still overworked. Even at nineteen she was ready and willing to run headfirst into battle with the enemy. She turned to the vampire.
"They got away," she told him.
The Vampire shrugged with a smirk and then looked at the shack as the door banged once more on the side of the building from the wind. He frowned at it. Something felt wrong. The vampire took a step toward the building and when Integra tried to follow, he stopped her.
Integra frowned and he glared at her.
"Fine. I'll wait here," she told him and he approached the building. When he entered he beheld the sight of the beheaded Section XIII leader and the drawn circle. The smell of sulfur was in the air. The Vampire drew his gun. The slightest movement would send him into a frenzy of firing. He would shoot to kill anything that he saw, gladly.
Then, movement.
Alucard turned, almost in slow motion, and found his target. The lean figure of a man, naked. The long dark hair that he was so used to. The mirror image of a face that he once knew.
Alucard stared at the form of the man.
Himself.
Dracula.