Enchanting Blood

Summary: AU, Alucard is the oldest living vampire sealed away in a graveyard, Raven is a half demon who destroyed her father in his own dimension long before she came to Earth, now she seeks to protect a city that distrusts her from vampires who are after her blood. Hellsing Fusion.

No sparkling vampires here folks. Everything here is the old fashioned way, with a few tweaks. About time for a real vampire story. Done a boatload of research on vampire lore.

Chapter One: Sweet Droplets

How long had he been in the dark? Weeks, months, years? Time didn't really matter to him. Still, it was incredibly dull inside. He couldn't get out, he was too weak, and to think, he had let those imbeciles ship him over to London, England in his own coffin! Convenience they said, they would drop him off at his home, they said, but no, somehow he had been misplaced to the United States and buried. He hadn't been awake to protest, as he thought he would wake up in his spacious manor, instead, he had dwindled away, due to lack of blood, to nothing more than a husky shell.

However, tonight there was noise. Sweet, delicious noise. Usually, all he could hear was a periodic sound of weeping, someone come to speak to a dearly departed friend. How sad these humans were, with such short life spans. Tonight, it was the sound of battle, struggle and conflict and it ignited him. Garfield watched through his socket-less eyes as a hand broke through his coffin. He was displeased, whoever had done that, he wished only for a good excuse, perhaps he would not drain them of all their blood if they said it was an accident.

His thoughts of vengeance were interrupted by the soft sound of something dripping onto his tongue. Blood, his nourishment, even a drop of it caused his strength to return. It wasn't nearly enough after so long, he couldn't remember when he had last had a drink of it. It dripped onto his tongue, the droplets tasted metallic and bitter and he had never tasted anything as wonderful as human blood.

With his powers, he decided to watch the battle above him, now that his strength had returned, he would see just who had stumbled upon his grave and freed him from his prison with their blood. He could see a figure, clearly female, fighting off hordes of the undead vampires.

Vampires, what pathetic creatures, he was the first "vampire", the oldest and the strongest. He was superior and perfect; everyone else was a sad pathetic imitation of his greatness.

Contrary to popular belief he could die, he'd died several times, but he would never truly leave this world, being denied Heaven and Hell, his soul would always return to his familiars, he would summon the bats and he would take shape again.

There were other "vampires" but he was the only one that was truly "undead". He had taken to hunting his own kind out of sheer boredom, why should he go after the humans, outside of his need for blood, why should he drain all their blood and create more when they would not truly serve him? He learned his lesson a long time ago, vampire brides were not a good option, when their humanity left them, they would always try to kill him, and if they didn't, they would be killed by others.

So many memories, too many to recount, but some would always remain with him. Many misfortunes and sorrows.

"I am looking for Elizabeth*, where is my wife?"

"She jumped off the edge of the castle walls. She heard you had been killed."

Scenes shifting, changing, centuries had rolled by.

"Have I been bested, Sir?"

"Yes, you have been bested. This is not a nightmare you will be waking up from. Your castles are plundered, your dominions in ruins. Your servants destroyed. And the girl has fled this place forever more. She will never be yours, Count."

So much loss, but he was still able to remember the few joys. His first wife. Their wedding night. The birth of his sons. But then his wife had killed herself and the church excommunicated him. Hundreds of years after that, he'd met her. He'd fallen in love again only to find that she was the wife of one of his "guests". It wasn't fair. None of it. They had taken everything from him. But he chose not to think about the past, it was nothing after all.

Raven had been battling these evil monsters for hours, but none of them ever seemed to properly die, except when she ripped them apart with her powers, but even then they just kept coming at her.

Raven's fists crackled with energy as she formed them into waves that slashed through them like knives. Bodies ripped and blood spurted everywhere as it spattered on the tombstones. It was so frustrating, you'd think with all the lore she knew about vampires that there would be a technique that would successfully kill them.

I have to keep killing these things or they'll never stop chasing me! Raven thought.

One of them came at her and broke through her defenses. She removed a silver stake from beneath her cloak and pierced the creature's heart. It dropped dead.

Another vampire tackled her to the ground and smirked. "I'd love to have a little fun, but only virgins can become vampires!"

Raven kicked him in the face and summoned her powers, "Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos!" Energy shot straight through him and he split in half and fell apart in two bloody pieces.

Garfield was impressed an ordinary human wouldn't be able to survive fighting vampires because of their fragile mortality. He'd heard of demons and such, but had rarely run into one. Even Raven had learned that vampires found demon blood appealing because it was a rarity that they made themselves visible.

Then she heard it, laughter; deep guttural, gleeful laughter. A figure materialized from a storm of bats as it looked down at her from above.

"Who are you?" Malchior asked.

"The bird of Hermes is my name, eating my wings to make me tame," Alucard replied. How fun it was to be cryptic.

"You one of them vampire hunters?" it demanded.

Alucard didn't answer the question. "I am curious, vampires with guns?" he inquired. "How pathetic. You can't even protect yourself with your own power and you have to rely on human weapons? If only I had my guns, I would show you how to shoot them." He missed his guns, he could have dispatched all these idiots easily, but they were back in England, where his casket was supposed to have been shipped. He'd made the stupid decision not to have them on his person when he'd been put into his casket.

"Shoot him!" Malchior sneered as he ordered them to fire. They let lose a spray of bullets.

Alucard smiled as the bullets hit him, it hurt of course, but he was in a good mood and felt like putting them in their proper place while having a little fun in the process.

"Is that it?" he asked. "Is that all you can do to me?"

He vanished from their sight and appeared behind several minions, a sword in his hand. It passed through three of them in a single swift motion and they split in half, spewing blood and entrails.

"A silver sword?" Malchior balked. "No vampire can withstand silver or crucifixes or sunlight."

"Don't be silly," Alucard sneered. "Myths surrounding vampires are quite exaggerated."

He vanished again and reappeared, slicing off the limbs, arms, ears, noses, and various body parts of other vampires as he dispatched them again and again, and it all happened in a matter of seconds.

Malchior attacked Alucard with a fury, swords clashed as they fought. Malchior smirked, this pathetic excuse for a vampire would be dead soon and he would be able to do whatever he wished to Raven.

Malchior kept thinking, if I can get his sword, I can kill him by impaling him through the heart. He avoided a blow and suddenly he grasped Alucard's sword, as much as it pained him and yanked it away from him. Brandishing it grandly, he drove it through Alucard's heart.

Raven looked up as she got to her feet. She moved to attack Malchior but before she could stake him through the heart, he vanished and appeared behind her before she could react. He disarmed her and leaned forward, ready to drink her blood.

"You thought I forgot about you, sweet Raven?" Malchior smirked.

"Let go of me!" Raven shouted, she kept struggling, but she couldn't break his hold on her.

Suddenly, there was a low laugh. It grew louder and louder as Alucard stood up and pulled his own sword out of his chest. He gazed on Malchior with disdain.

"You shouldn't be so easily distracted!" Alucard reappeared behind Malchior and gripped him with one hand and tossed him into the air. He flew up far beyond view as Alucard calmly found a large branch and used his sword to carve two sharp points on both ends and drove it into the earth. Just as he finished, Malchior landed, and impaled his own body on the wooden pole Alucard had set up. Blood sprayed everywhere.

He hadn't fought for awhile; it was disappointing that none of them had actually been able to put up a good fight. For creatures that were supposed to be hard to kill, he had dispatched most of them. Even the girl had killed quite a few of them.

"Who…are you…?" Malchior asked.

"I am no one to be trifled with," Alucard replied. He'd become annoyed that the thing wasn't quite dead yet, and swept his sword around and decapitated Malchior. The blood spattered on his face, he tasted it with his tongue and spit it out.

"Disgusting," he frowned. "Not even worth it."

I was actually hoping to have some fun. They can't even fight. How dare they call themselves Nosferatu!

Alucard frowned, he was unamused, bored even. Had his once glorious race degenerated into mindless, pathetic creatures that would kill without cause? It was disgraceful. He finally turned to face the being who had inadvertently released him from his prison.

She was a vision of loveliness, exquisite beyond description. In all his long years of existence he had never seen a being lovelier than the one that stood before him. She had gray skin and violet eyes that were filled with shock and horror at what she had witnessed. Still, she seemed ready for a fight.

"Who are you?" Raven demanded, shocked and horrified that this "thing" had come out of nowhere and killed all the vampires chasing her, the fact that he had impaled the leader Malchior with such ease frightened her beyond belief. Still, the creature seemed to be studying her, and she didn't like it.

Raven saw the creature vanish from her sight only to appear in front of her.

"You haven't been killed by them and drained of blood I see," Alucard observed as he took in the sight of the girl before him. He found her to be very appealing, she was gorgeous up close and had he not vowed to remain emotionally uninvolved with humans, he might have tried to seduce her; still, he was going to have a hard time resisting the temptation.

"What's it to you? And who are you?" Raven demanded.

"I have had many names, but currently, mortals call me Garfield Logan," Alucard flashed her a smile, and she could see his fangs. Garfield Logan, what a silly alias that was, but he was unsure of which side she was on, if she were with his enemies saying, "I am Alucard" might bring himself unwanted attention.

"You're a vampire," It was a statement, not a question. She was very smart, he was amused. And she didn't seem frightened of him; no doubt she was doing a very good job of hiding it.

"Such a shallow word, it's not fitting to describe me, I have abilities far beyond any of these pathetic things they call vampires. I have surpassed them in every way possible."

"Are you going to bite me, and turn me into a vampire then?" Raven was unsure about this one. He was unlike anything she'd ever seen. A slightly thin man, but still very handsome, his skin was a pale green color, a trait she'd never seen before.

Alucard knelt down before her gently taking her bleeding hand in his. "I owe you my life, my very existence. I shall serve you, you need not fear me." He gently lapped up the dried blood with his tongue. All the rumors he had heard were true, demon blood was exquisite. Even if she were to give him permission to drink, he would be satisfied with the dried blood from her hands. Fresh blood from humans was always the finest but he knew better than to become the vampire that everyone started chasing. There were plenty of other ways that didn't involve killing humans or animals.

"You're a monster! You're just lying to me!" Raven pulled her hand away from him and gasped as Garfield brushed his lips against hers.

Alucard chuckled softly. This girl was lovely and her lips felt warm against his cool skin. Raven could not move, she couldn't even think. Garfield was overpowering her senses and she felt as if all her willpower were being overtaken by his. She pushed him away as he continued to smirk. What was that kiss for? It must be the sense of whimsy he'd developed. Spending time with Sir Integra for those few years had made him prone to doing whatever he felt like, which wasn't usually like him as he preferred to stick to a well thought out plan.

"Please stop!" she pleaded.

"Of course, Master," he said obediently. This startled her. When he said he would serve her, she didn't actually think that he meant it.

"Why did you save me?" Raven asked.

"I'm not sure," he looked at her quizzically. "Perhaps for amusement, for sport. Whimsy perhaps. Why should I not be grateful to the woman who brought me back to life? "

"I'll only say this once, if you try to drink my blood, I'll kill you!"

He laughed. "Dually noted Master, but I can control myself. I might be a monster, but I am not a mindless one." He laughed. "Strange that you should call me a monster when you yourself are a demon." He'd watched her fight and knew her powers were inhuman.

"I'm half demon," Raven scowled.

"So you have demonic and human blood in your veins," he was pleased by this, "How tempting for me."

"Garfield, was it?" she asked

"Yes?" he looked at her expectantly.

"My name is Raven," she told him simply.

"Raven," he was thoughtful. "The name suits you."

"You owe me a new coffin, you broke mine," he reminded her.

"Fine, I'll buy you a new one when I get money."

"What kind of hero works a job?" he asked.

"One that the city doesn't want," Raven replied.

"So they don't trust you then, are you alone?"

"They don't trust me, and I am alone."

"No you aren't, now you have me," he replied.

"I have a feeling you're anything but a hero."

"Perhaps you're right." He turned and walked away from her. "We'll meet again soon."

"You're not going to watch me sleep are you?" she inquired. She did not want a real life Edward Cullen following her around.

"Of course not, I only come if I'm invited," he replied. As if there were anything truly appealing about watching someone sleep; he'd be bored in five seconds, unless of course, he were drinking, but then again, the women were always in a trance during those occasions, but there was a difference.

"Satisfy my curiosity, won't you?" Raven asked.

"What would that be?"

"You don't sparkle in the daylight do you?"

He began laughing hysterically at the silliness of the notion, and Raven joined in, much to his surprise.

"That's good to know, I always thought those books were ridiculously silly."

"I shall have to see these books you speak of. Humans conjure up the stupidest ideas about my kind, I suppose," he gave her a toothy grin. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"We'll see about that," she said warily. "And what kind of vampire is green?"

"That's a long story, when I think you're ready, I'll tell you," he turned around and began walking away. "What year is it, by chance? I have been away for awhile."

"It's 2025," she replied, "And this is Jump City Cemetery in California. Alucard was curious, he'd been asleep for 30 years, he supposed he'd have to catch up on what was going on in the world. Raven turned to go and she heard him say.

"At least tonight is a beautiful night." Alucard had been asleep since 1995, and he was eager to see what had become of the world. But he would enjoy seeing a different world and Raven, she was fascinating, and alluring. He was enchanted by her in many ways, and he hadn't felt that way since…He put the thought out of his mind. She didn't exist anymore, Wilhelmina was gone, and his old life was nothing more than a distant memory that only manifested itself in his darkest dreams.

* That is the name of his first wife, I found that on a documentary.