Disclaimer: Hellsing does not belong to me but my interpretation of the events preceding and proceeding and the storyline are very much mine.
This fiction is set in the Manga/OVA when they first figure out that Millennium has returned, although the sequence of events in the first part is from OVA 4. Dialog was taken from a subbed version with Alucard's inner thoughts inserted where necessary, it is primarily from his point of view.
This fic will be Alucard (as a man for the romantic parts) paired with the Queen of England, as she is shown in the show for the first half. If you haven't already seen this clip you really should before reading this fic. You can find it subbed on Youtube.
The story, although very short, will be released in three chapters. Starting with present, moving to past, and then ending in the future, with the intention of showing their relationship in it's entirety. And 'gasp' there will be a huge twist at the end.
I have had this idea in my head ever since I saw OVA 4 in February but I only received the guts to type it out now. In addition, the part of the plotline (the idea for the twist actually) within the third and final chapter was given to me by my roommate and FABULOUS beta, stsgirlie.
Enjoy!
Alucard entered the room with a rush of cold air, Pip and Seras following close behind him. Needless to say, the direct fourteen-hour flight from Brazil to London had taken its toll on all three. Seras' uniform was heavily wrinkled and Pip was still in his pajamas. Alucard, however, did not show even the smallest outward signs of being rumpled from the flight. The only strange thing was the rather obvious absence of his red, wide-brimmed hat. However, internally, he was weary from the flight and wished that he could be back in his coffin resting. But before he could rest, he had a job to do.
At the trio's entrance, every eye in the room turned to them. They had become rather rowdy in the time since the meeting had been called to order. They had all been anxiously awaiting the arrival of the man in red, so when he finally arrived, they were more than ready for him to make his speech.
He immediately sensed the uneasy and impatient air that permeated the room, and smiled as he noted the presence of Maxwell in addition to those of the Knights. No wonder they were so eager for his arrival.
He made eye contact with his master, who sat at the end of the long table with an amused smile, as she leaned comfortably against the table on her elbows, her hands clasped. He assumed by the grin and by her pose that much had happened in his absence between the members of this room, most of which had been highly entertaining.
"I've returned, my master." He said simply with a slight inclination of his head before returning her smirk.
"Welcome back, my servant." She replied.
"You are in the presence of Her Majesty the Queen, please remove your sunglasses," she said, gesturing to her own face in the expression of removing eyewear.
This comment caught him completely off guard, although he would not allow that to show as he swiftly removed his glasses. At first, he did not believe that the woman he had met all those years ago was now in this room. He could not recall how long it had been since he had last set eyes upon her and was determined to get a better look.
He swiftly crossed the room towards a large throne, its occupant hidden in the shadows, safe from his searching stare. As he drew closer, he knew it was she from the scent that wafted on the air; it was changed only by what he estimated to be age.
Maxwell turned to watch as the no-life-king practically stalked towards the woman seated upon the throne. He felt a strange tugging at the back of his mind as a memory threatened to come forth from within. However, his thoughts were interrupted as two guards approached Alucard.
Normally Alucard would have been amused by the antics of these humans, but at this moment, she was his most important priority, so both of the Queen's private bodyguards found themselves flat on their backs on the ground, knocked out cold. It had taken only a single action from him to take them down, even though they were the top two bodyguards in the country.
As he came to stop before the throne, he felt curiosity and even fear reeking from the people behind him, as they had no understanding as to what was going on. It was to the surprise of the entire room when the Queen spoke, her voice echoing throughout the room.
"It's been a while, Vampire." Then in a softer tone, meant for his ears alone she said:
"Let me see your face." It was not a command but a request, and, regardless, he knelt down before her.
He took this chance to examine her. She had undoubtedly become an old woman, but that was not what he was looking for. He smiled as he stared into her eyes and read the emotions and memories that lived within. He saw how she had grown since the last he had seen her, but one memory stood out before the others – it was the moment in her life when she had been crowned the Queen of England. The mixture of pride and nervousness she had felt at that moment flooded through him as the saw the scene through his own eyes.
The Queen was unaware of his entry into her mind and reached out to place her wrinkled hands upon his flawless face. It was a strange combination, her age-ridden hands contrasting against his never-aging skin even though his was a face that had seen centuries.
He sighed in remembrance of her touch as her hands made contact with his face.
"You never change, do you Alucard," she stated – it was not a question that needed to be answered.
"But me, I've grown so old over the years…" Deep sorrow permeated her voice. She removed her hands slowly; they were trembling ever so slightly.
"I'm just a withered old woman now." He watched as she studied her withered hands, the hands of a ruler, hands that had held up a country.
Alucard understood that she believed she had changed. She seemed to think that as one's youth left the body, so did the person you used to be. He looked at her almost reassuringly.
"You're still the same tomboy you were fifty years ago, Princess."
She gasped in surprise at his use of her former title. He remembered when he had used that name for her all those years ago.
"No, I believe you're now truly beautiful, Queen."
She smiled at him in sincere gratitude before breaking their private moment by speaking for the entire room once more.
"Your report, Vampire!"
He understood that no one had known of their history together and knew that was the way that she preferred it.
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It was early morning, a few hours following the meeting that had been surprisingly interrupted by none other than the Nazis, and Alucard had retired to the comfortable depths of his coffin.
He was unable to sleep no matter how hard he tried. Whenever he shut his eyes, he was plagued by the image of the Queen, or the Princess she had formerly been. He finally gave up and closed his eyes, allowing the annoying memories to take a hold of him