Back Hand of God

Summary: mild AU with Hellsing Ultimate as original spot. It´s mostly inspired of Bram Stokers novel with a personal twist. A hint of flashback, epic romance, unrequited love, and horrible destines unfolding in this chilly, dark version of how I want to portray my beloved and favourite character of all time… Count Dracula as the twisted Alucard. Enjoy! BTW: this is a heartwarming (haha, see what I did there?) love story about Seras and the Monster Alucard. If you don't like, maybe you will because Seras will be very different from the series. Hope you don't get confused, I just literarily put my head into letters… so yeah, please try to overlook the spelling, only have my high school english to go on here. ;)

I do not own Hellsing, Bram Stokers Dracula or anything else. Just a lot of clothes I never use, a spoon shaped like a cat for some reason and other spontaneous buys which have lead me to believe I have bad self-control in regards of spending money wisely.

Chapter 1: Moonlight

Cheddar Village, present day:

It was cold. Streams of moonlight entered through the cracks of the trees. Behind one of them hid a young man. Green eyes carefully searched the area for any movement whatsoever. The gun was light in his hands as one single drop of sweat swept down his forehead. The mission was clear. Orders were given, but right now everything seemed as if the target was nowhere to be found. Pip was not one to give into fear when on missions, he did not have time for fear. The cold emotion that swept through his body was not fear, but pure, stone cold concentration.

Suddenly shivers went down his spine as he felt a screaming warning in his head, his gut told him to run for his life. It was not his target, oh no. This was someone, or rather something entirely different. He feared to take a quick glance behind him. Something was coming, and it was getting closer.

In the meadow of the forrest shadows curled on the ground, creeping toward the solider. Then suddenly a form stepped out from the trees. Moaning loudly, making the solider´s ears cringe at the painful noise coming from the creature. "No, this is not the target." Pip whispered silently to himself. Orders was to kill the priest. This creature was surely no priest, if it was even human at all. Before wanting to examine further Pip assembled from his hiding spot a lifted to gun to aim at the source of the disturbing sound. Before blood splattered the nearby surroundings more shapes of bodies assembled from the forrest. "Ghouls." Pip heard a voice from behind him. He had been joined by his fellow colleagues from the Organisation. Lieutenant Walton, Brody and Conrad. "nasty creatures, lets send them back where they came from, boys!"

Gunfire was rang through the forrest as a figure beheld the entire scene. A wicked grin spread in the pale complexion underneath a pair of red glasses. How beautiful. Nights like this just makes me want to have a bite to … I couldn't imagine a more perfect evening… Red fabric swayed in the wind as the figure continued walking down the clearing towards the sound of gunfire.

"Lieutenant I hate to inform you that chances are I was not properly informed about this mission before taking it." Pip said as the his bullet made the last standing creature silent. "Well, would you ever considered coming if you knew that we weren't exactly dealing with a mere homicidal Priest?" The middle aged man walked over to him and Pip couldn't help to notice the humorous grin he wered. "I see your point the Lieutenant." he answered the elder. "But I would still be grateful knowing beforehand, if the next thing that steps out from the trees is the easter bunny." another solider stepped beside Walton, laughing while he handed Pip more ammunition. "I wonder what exactly you had in mind when you signed up for the Hellsing Organisation, Bernadotte." Pip glanced at the moon. "So what exactly are we up against?" Pip asked into the air. "Your worst nightmare!" Pip turned around alarmed by the unfamiliar voice as he saw a tall creature slice the throat, belonging to the ever so shocked face of officer Conrad. The three remaining men aimed towards the creature. "Stupid Humans, your weak weapons cannot kill a strong vampire like me." The priest´s face was marble white with crimson eyes. His fangs where unnoticeable and Pip could not help but stare at the surreal image of folklore and urban legends he never considered to be real. Fore here, before him stood a real monster.

Blood everywhere. His team had been slaughtered. It was their blood that painted the ground. Pip, who was now laying in the grass, after he was blown over by the force of the vampire priest. He glanced at the creature only ten feet away, who had an insane expression on his face. Crimson eyes stared him down as he let out a creepy sneer. "Down fear my child, it is truly an honour to die on such a beautiful night." He crept closer as Pip tried to reach for his gun, blood ran down his face, as he had hit his head against something hard on the ground.

"Yes, a beautiful night indeed. But let me correct you filth, the only one left to die tonight, is you." a new dark voice rang. Pip forced the strength to look at the new stranger that had emerged. The expression on the priest´s face faded as if though he was now suddenly terrified by the intruder. The stranger who had spoken, had a red coat with flaring material dancing with the wind. Black raven hair covered his face in shadows but Pip could make out that the man had a pair of glasses on. Thats´s strange, why would a man have glasses on in the middle of the night? Pip strangely thought. The priest screamed as he shot numerous of bullets aiming for the tall figure dressed in red. As all the bullets penetrated the hid body he still held the very same grin on his face. While Pip was spacing out slowly, he could see that shadows covered the stranger as they recovered him completely, like dark magic. No this was no ordinary man at all, this was the creature he should really fear. This was a true vampire. And then everything went black.

London outskirts, two days later:

Pip´s eyes opened slightly to see the sun shining from the outside of the windows. Where was he? How did he get here? Searching his surroundings he was sure he now was back at the Hellsing mansion. He was laying in the nursery room. "you lost a lot of blood, it will do you good to stay down solider." before he even tried to get up, the woman´s strict voice had predicted his next moves. Lighting a cigar she once more opened her mouth. "Now that you have awoken, take some time to recover and come see me at my office." He recognised the Woman as Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing, or rather the leader of the Organisation. "We have things to discuss, Bernadotte. Are we clear?" without giving him time to respond she left the room.

A few hours later, Pip had gathered himself off the sickbed and was back in his uniform. He had so many questions as of what had happened that night, what had happened to his squad mates? What was that alluring creature he had vitnessed. Standing before a set of large wooden doors he knocked before entering. "Come in Pip." He heard her voice from within. The doors was opened from the inside by her personal butler. An elderly man with grey hair, a purple vest and a straight mask on his face. "You may want to sit down for this one solider." Sir Integra said while searching for a cigar. "Sir, mind my french, but what the hell happened on the Cheddar-mission." Pip said while grabbing the armlets of his chair. Sir Integra lighted the cigar and inhaled slowly. "What was that monster?" He tried again. He had good reason for stepping out of the formal talk with his boss. He had been the lone survivor of their mission, if he´s gut feeling was right. It usually was. "Yes, well. It was your last test, Pip. You failed in killing the target your self, so I had to send reinforcement. Now Now, I understand you´re quite in shock, but lets not dwell on the past." She exhaled, and smoke filled the silent space between the shocked young solider and his calm superior. "Anyway, welcome to the company." She smiled as she folded her hands in front of her face. "So wait, what do you mean with reinforcements? we were all alone out there, it was a slaughterhouse." Pip said as calmly as he could. Sir Integra´s left eyebrow rose as she went silent instead of responding the desperate man.

"Well, I don't know what you remembered solider, but the target was silenced. You know now what it truly means to be working for us. What the future will hold if you are to accept." she looked at him serious for a long moment. "What will you do Bernadotte? Take the on the task to scotch the earth of vermin, that seek to kill humans in cold blood. Monsters do not exist underneath your bed anymore. They are real, and they are out there." The tall woman stood up from her seat as Pip, needed a moment to take everything in. The secrecy of the Hellsing Organisation. It was madness. Vampires, existing? They must all have turned mad. But yet he had seen it with his own eyes. How that thing with the wicked grin had looked. Crimson eyes beneath the glasses that gleamed in moonlight. "Vampires.." Pip said out loud. Integral looked at the sun setting over the hills behind the Hellsing residence. "Yes." Wa all that came from her mouth. "If that priest was a vampire, then… What was that other.. thing?" Integra took her cigar and put it in the ashtray. "That horrifying creature with the wicked grin and the glasses?.." She then looked at him and smiled. "Oh, that was the reinforcement. Now, Bernadotte, The sun is setting. You are to meet with your new team." Not quite understanding or catching on, Pip just stood up. "Walter, go wake them up, will you?" She said in a much nicer tone to the elderly man. "At once, Sir." He said with a smile on his calm expression. Pip was showed out of the office before even comprehending what had just happened and said.

He stood in line with the rest of the men as Sir Integra, followed by her Butler came into the room. "Gentlemen, you have all been through your first field experience. You will now start your further training under commander Sax." A middle-aged man stepped forward with his arms behind his back as he greeted Sir Integra. "Now, it is written in your contract that all the happenings under the name of the Hellsing Organisation, in any form, that takes place within these walls or outside them, is strictly classified information." She glanced at the men before her as they all held the same expressionless faces. "I don't need to explain further, do I?" she said in a more dominant tone than before, it almost sounding like a warning. "No Sir." They all responded. Taking the stroll further down the line. "Now, you are to meet the tip of your spear. The secret weapons of our Organisation. The elite and I assure you the most experienced Vampire slayers off all time.." She said as she glanced from the one side of the line, all way to the other. "There is no need to fear them, for they are unable to harm you soldiers in an way. But." She started while leaving the last word in the air. "You will fear them, and you are all wise to do so. For they are not like us. They are inhuman. Creatures of the night. They are the very thing you have pledged to kill. They are Vampires." She said, finding a cigar from her pocket and lighting it. The men looked at each other. The atmosphere changed and suddenly the room turned a darker shade as one figure emerged down the stairs to join them. Shivers where sent down their spines as the air filled with a cold mist. Eyes as red as blood and a grin that only fitted one description: wickedness. What walked down the stairs was the very same creature Pip had seen that dreadful night in the forrest. He recognised the marble skin tone, as white and cold as snow. The crimson cape with black hair that flared like fire down his shoulders and that awful, dreadful grin.

"My, my. Aren't they happy to see me." he silently said, but Alucard knew that everyone in their right mind had heard him. Integra`s face changed to a somewhat serious expression. Even she cringed a little looking at the tall figure that almost hoovered down the stairwell. "Alucard." She said, and his grin only widened when he stood face to face with the strong woman before him. "And Seras?" She said in a short notion. He sneered showing his fangs for all the soldiers to see. "Oh, she wouldn't miss this for the world." He said. That horrible voice. Words could not describe how horrid this being was. Every single part of his existents was proof enough that this was not a creation of God. Pip unable to take his eyes of the man, heard gasps around him. And he saw that the expression on creature called Alucard, changed. And he looked to his future teammates and saw that all their eyes where widely starring at the top of the staircase. Pip shifted his gaze and it was heading for the source.

There at the top, stood a Woman. Not a woman. An angel. Blond long locks like water trailed down her back, and the front of her shoulders. In a white dress she was walking slowly down the stairs. White skin and blue eyes that shimmered of sadness somehow. Still she led such grace. such wonder. How could such a beautiful creature, be something so horrid as dead? She was everything but dead. Her face slim with rosy plump lips and cheeks as if… As if she was still alive, as if blood ran through her. A thousand emotions ran through Pip as he watched her only in amazement. No it must have been a lie, this was no bloodsucking murderer. This was an angel. The only thing in the world that would make an godless man say his prayers every night. She stood at Alucard´s side. Then Pip realised. Not ever, would he ever think he could behold ice and fire in the true flesh. The two creatures as opposite as black and white. Evil and good. Death and life it self. "And this is Seras" The Sir than gave the girl a little smile, as the girl returned it. Integral then looked back at the men. "I would not dare to hope men. She is way to old for any of you. besides, Seras will not be so beautiful when you see her in action." Pip grimaced as he tried to visualise the impossible. Pip then noticed Alucard as he was completely expressionless beside Seras. "If I´m so bold to speak Sir, why are they working with humans in order to slay their own kind?" a boy man stepped forward and looked as if he had regretted it the moment he opened his mouth. But by surprise, the girl was the one to answer. "Our own kind?" she said quietly and her voice was like that of a siren. Pip shook his head to concentrate. "I think you will see differently in a short period of time, in the meantime, be careful with your insults human." Alucard said. The man who had asked looked like he was about to fall into his own grave. Note to self: Just don't even try speaking in the presence of that thing. Pip thought to himself.

"Well, you will only encounter Alucard and Seras in certain missions, and naturally they will not make appearance during day-time. Discharged." Sir Integra said. "Pip, you´ll stay." Oh no, he thought. As the men gave him comforting and uplifting looks as they left him there with only the Sir, the Butler, the angel and the devil. "Yes Sir?" Sir Integra lighted yet another cigar, and Pip wondered casually to himself if the woman had shortened her lifespan with ten years only since the first time he had met her. She shurley liked her cigars. "You are stationed to join Alucard and Seras to their trip to Ireland tomorrow. You will leave morning and arrive by night naturally by train, and you will organise the cargo they are collecting through the ferry." Pip stood there with his mouth hung open. "wait what? I will what?" Pip wasn't going anywhere with that crazy bloodsucking impersonation of a man. Joining Seras on the other hand. He would follow her anywhere.

Manor Victoria, London, 1843:

A lovely day. The sun was beaming inside her room through the linen curtains. She loved the feel of the morning sunlight on her skin as she waked up in the morning. It was calm yet warm sensation. Yellow light filled the room as she reached her hands toward the ceiling of the bed. Her bedroom door flung upon as her sister crawled underneath the linen sheets and joined her older sister. "Well good morning Julia." The young girl giggled as she gave her older sister a soft embrace. The dogs had followed Julia into the room and was now joining them in the bed. "Oh Seras, I could barely fall asleep last night. I can't wait for the ball this evening." Julia said. Seras shifted their positions so that they now where sitting face to face holding hands in the bed, still in their night gowns. "Why Julia, why so anxious?" Sears laughed. The longing expression on her little sister face was a lovely sight indeed, the company of her three years younger sister was the few things Seras truly enjoyed. "Oh Silly Seras, you know how long I have planned everything. It´s my first ball. Maybe I´ll meet a lord, or maybe even a prince?" Sears rolled her eyes in favour, and sighed over the hopeless little one. She then remembered how much she had hated her first debutant ball. It only consisted of her mother introducing her to all the young nobles men in the upper class society of London. This duke here, that lord there, and the dancing that never ended. Her feet was sore for a week later.

"Of course, if I stand next to you they won't notice me at all, so Seras, you can't even be near me." They both laughed but Seres waved it away with her hand, not accepting the flattery. Julia´s face returned serious. "Why won't you just marry already, sister. With you still on the market, us other mortals won't stand a chance you know." Julia said with a sadness. Sears face also turned serious now. "You know why Julia." The younger sister took one of her golden brown locks and twinned it through her fingers. "Yes Yes, the ever so hopeless romantic. You know you´ve got to stop reading those silly books Seras. Thats why they where written in the beginning, because that is not real life." She shot one trying glance at the blond girl before her. "You're nineteen Seras, I believe it´s time for you to stop dreaming. dear, sometimes I truly wonder who is the older sister, you or me?" she proudly scoffed jumping off the bed, in a graceful way. Sears couldn't help how the comment had insulted her in someway. They all called her mad, for rejecting suitor by suitor through the last years. But Seras was a creature placed out of time, for she could never imagine spending a lifetime with someone she did not love. Even though she never had experienced true love personally she was convinced that it was something worth waiting for.

The elderly maid, known as Mary stepped inside the room. "Mornin´ to ye birdies, what a lovely day for ye to be joinin´me to the tailor." She sat the tray down on Seras bed. Like always Mary had brought their braksfeast in one tray, well aware that Julia had somehow sneaked into Seras room before the household was up. "Oh Mary, just wait till you see my dress." The old lady looked at the two girls with loving eyes. She had watched grow up, as she had nursed them comforted them when they where children. The eldest family jewel Seras. She was like a true diamond, for each year she had grown more beautiful, with her honey skin fair and blue eyes that could soften even the coldest of murderers. Rosy cheeks and lips yes she was a the pure image of innocence it self. Not only was the girl truly beautiful, but she was kind hearted like no other. She held compassion for those who was poor and ill, when others did not. Mary had understood ever since the girl was a small child that she would grow up to be an extraordinary woman. She enjoyed literature, when all her friends enjoyed fashion or gossiping. She liked art and cared for animals. "Well, after mass that is, Julia. Ye mother told me to get ye in your church dresses, so get ready no´ girls." Seras took the old lady´s hand and squeezed it while giving her a smile. The younger sibling cringed her nose, and she dumped on the bed with a moan. "I hate going to mass. its so boring, besides… None of my friends go to our church. Why do we have to be catholics, really?" Sears gasped. "Julia, don't ever say such thing. Be grateful for all what God has blessed you with. Your church, family and friends." Seras was known to be much more in touch with her religious self than the younger sister. The eldest just blamed it on Julia´s youth and excused her by being to young yet, to truly comprehend everything that life had to offer. "you´re the one to speak, hypocrite. God blessed you with beauty and beyond, but you're the one letting wither away." Mary looked at Seras, who still held the same expression as always when the youngest came with her insults. "such a pretty mouth should´ne speak such foul words to ye sister, now Julia, go to yer room and get yourself ready." The elder woman dragged the pouting young one out with her from Seras room. She was once again now alone. Looking outside her window, the streets where already filled with townspeople out about their day. she sighed to herself. As much as her younger sister used to insult her, she forgave her always without the need of an apology. I´m sorry if I ever disappointed you Julia. Forgive me for not being the sister you wanted. Seres thought to herself. She was used to not living up to everyones expectations.

Her mother had wanted her to be like all he other little girls when she was younger. yet she had seen the disappointment in her eyes, everytime she had opened the books instead of spending her time looking at fabric and bows for dresses. Her mother had somehow given up on her, after four long years with arguing with Seras, she was not no longer in the spotlight since Julia had turned sixteen and was ready to be presented to the social circuits. Seres was relived that now her mother would calm down, and fuss more over the younger sibling. Her father on the other hand adored Seras and all her choices in any way. She liked to think that she was more her fathers daughter as Julia was truly more her mothers daughter, than reverse.