Summary:Elvina Wren Nightroad has lived many years, over 100 years in fact, and has seen many things that will forever haunt her. She has repressed her dreaded nightmares long and well, but what will happen when she runs into the one person who stars in all of her nightmares and is taken back to the place where he is held?AlucardxOC

Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing or any of its vampires. As much as I wish Alucard was mine, he's not. So don't sue me.

Author's Note: I wrote this is my spare time. Don't be angry with my because I put a fairy in there and there are no fairies in Hellsing. Also it's not a Seras and Alucard story or an Integra and Alucard story. Sorry. Oh and for all you who have read Blood Lust, don't worry. I'm still going to update it. I'm just suffering from writer's block.

Deals with the Devil

Chapter One

"Moonless Night"

A young woman ran through the sinister alleys of London, England, her eyes darting about the dark corridor, trying to find anything that might hold malicious intent toward her. The only sounds that broke through the quiet, still night were the sounds of her labored breathing and the frequent moans and groans from the monsters that were trailing behind her, hot on her tail. Her long, silver hair, along with the tail of her leather trench coat and the fabric of her long, black pleated skirt, flowed out behind her as she ran headlong toward the opening of the alley. Normally, she wouldn't be caught dead in an area filled with so many items composed of iron, but she had had no other options. If she had not ran into the dark alley to make her escape, she would have been cornered like a wild animal and then ruthlessly murdered, her long life ceasing to exist any longer. She knew her escape attempt was flawed. Running into this dark alley could lead to an ambush attack from both ends. If that did manage to happen, there would be no escape, she would be dead in a matter of seconds.

Lamplight shown at the end of the long tunnel, calling her forward like a beacon promising an escape and possibly safety. Maybe if she made it into the light, someone would see her and help. Maybe, just maybe, she would be safe. Safe from the horrid monsters chasing after her, seeking her death. An overwhelming sense of foreboding fell over her, slowing her retreat as she neared the street. Maybe it was a bad idea to go that way. It felt like something was lurking behind the corner, something she did not want to face.

'Monsters' was a very loose term for what was truly pursuing her. What was following after her, lusting for her immediate demise were a couple of rogue ghouls and their leader, a blood thirsty FREAK vampire who had craved for her body and blood. That was until she very nearly killed him by driving a sword through his stomach. Sure, her aim was way off, but it got him to release her. She frowned at the loss of her favorite blade and the loss of the guiding light from the moon. If the moon hadn't disappeared from the night sky, she would've most likely ended that wretch's life, but her power faded away with the moon.
"Blasted time for it to be the night of a new moon," she hissed under her breath in a rich English accent as she glanced up at the starry night sky. Even then her voice, low and harsh, was smooth as velvet and sounded like honey. Her blue, almost white, eyes turned to the road ahead as she pushed onward, trying to make it into the halo of light. The sound of grunting met her sensitive elfin ears, causing her to glance backward at the wrong moment. As soon as she looked backwards, the toe of her boot caught on some debris that had been strewn out across the dirty alley floor, sending her sprawling to the ground. She hissed as the back of her hand struck an iron dumpster bin, the metal causing a burn to fester on her delicate hand. She jerked her hand away from the offensive dumpster bin and turned onto her back. The ghouls were closing in; she wasn't going to make it.

Quickly, she climbed to her feet and sprinted as fast as she could down the alley, cradling her injured hand to her chest. She heard the movements behind her cease, like someone had called them off. She turned back to find the sea of ghouls parting down the middle, the figure of a lean man stepping out of the ranks. He was tall, with pale gold locks framing his angular face. His red eyes seemed to bore into her soul, causing as shiver to crawl up her spine. The front of his white shirt was stained with blood, but she was sure the wound she had created had healed a long time ago. In his hand was her favorite blade. She narrowed her eyes at the FREAK vampire, her lips curling back over her teeth in a snarl.
"My sweet, sweet Elvina. Why have you treated me so wrongly?" the vampire asked, his voice thick with false compassion. He took a step toward her, causing her, in turn, to step back. He sighed, his empty hand covering his dead heart. He batted his eyelashes at her, appearing to be hurt.
"Why are you so afraid of me, my dear? I promise you, I won't hurt you," he said, a twisted smile appearing on his face as he uttered those last words.
"You vile creature! I am not afraid, just merely disgusted by your presence," Elvina shot back before spitting in his direction.
"Such audacity. I am afraid you simply cannot back up your words. You are, after all, unarmed," the FREAK bloodsucker cooed before taking another step forward. He smirked when the girl before him did not take a step back.

Elvina's lips turned upward into manic grin that could rival any escaped mental patient's. Her expression puzzled the artificial vampire, his smile fading into an expression of utter confusion. He watched as she reached into the confines of her trench coat with her uninjured hand before pulling out a semi-automatic Colt M1900. She raised the revolver and leveled it with his head, cocking back the hammer and readying herself to shoot. Her finger squeezed the trigger and she fired off four silver-tipped explosive rounds at him. Before a bullet could lodge itself in his cranium, he called for a shield of six ghouls who immediately ran in front of him. Each bullet struck the mark on the ghouls, causing them to erupt into a pile of dust.
"Who's the coward now?" Elvina asked with a smirk as she pocketed her firearm. She only had three bullets left and she knew she had to use them wisely. If she fired her last few rounds, she would have to reload, and there was no time for that.
"You speak far too bravely for someone who is clearly outnumbered," the FREAK vampire hissed as he crouched down into an attacking position. His lips pulled back over his teeth, revealing two sharp, pointed fangs that glistened in the nearby lamplight. The muscles in his legs began to coil and tighten as he readied to pounce on his prey like a spry cat.
"My sweet, your long existence has to come to an end. Right now," he hissed menacingly before jumping into the air.

Elvina stared down the FREAK bloodsucker as he neared her petite form. She reached into her coat and pulled out her Colt M1900 and leveled it with his chest as quickly as possible. Before she could even cock the hammer back, his body weight came crashing down on her, forcing her to the cold ground. Knocking her gun out of her hands, he straddled her waist. He grabbed her wrists and enclosed them in one of his big hands, pinning them above her head. He bent forward, his nose skimming the skin at the hollow of her throat.
"The virgin blood coursing through your veins smells exquisite, my dear. Not to mention, the blood of a fey, I am told, is quite tasty as well. You shall be a fine feast," he murmured against her delicate skin, his warm breath tickling her.
"You loathsome beast. Unhand me," Elvina spat, trying to push him off of her. His grip tightened on her shoulders as his lips parted against her skin. He breathed in through his mouth, letting his teeth drag across the soft skin of her throat, not yet drawing blood. His hand ran down her sides and slipped underneath her skirt, hiking it up to her thighs.

Elvina's eyes narrowed in disgust as she felt his hand run up her thigh. She struggled against him, trying to get her hands free so she could strike him in the face. Her attempts to break free were in vain. His hands were like shackles keeping her arms pinned above her head. Her blue eyes shut tight when she felt his lips trail across her shoulder before returning to her neck. They parted against her soft skin, his teeth dragging along the fragile membranous layer and hovering just above her jugular vein. Before he could sink his teeth into her delicate flesh, a few gunshots were fired off. The FREAK vampire looked up in time to see six of his minions simultaneously crumble to the ground. He bared his fangs as something akin to canon fire set off, destroying more of his ghouls. A low hiss escaped his lips as he turned to face whoever was annihilating his loyal servants. His eyes narrowed to slits as he eyed the two silhouettes standing at the end of the alley. Slowly, he climbed off his prize fey, kicking her in the side for good measure.

Elvina sputtered as she was sent across the ground into the far wall. She gasped for air, clutching her stomach. She was sure that kick had splintered a few of her ribs. A shiver ran up her spine as she sensed a familiar coldness that she hadn't felt in over one hundred years.
'No. It can't be him,' she thought, her mind reeling in circles. Slowly, she cast her eyes upward, trying to make out the newcomers. Once she spotted the tall figure clad in red, her blood ran cold. He hadn't changed one bit in the long time since she had last seen him. He still had that manic grin she remembered so well, along with the glint of insanity in his crimson eyes. The only thing new about him was the floppy fedora hat and the long red trench coat. She could care less about the small, wide-eyed Draculina standing beside him, a canon resting on her shoulder. All she knew was that she needed to get away.

Slowly, Elvina climbed to her feet, gasping in pain. She made her way to her gun as quickly as her injuries would allow her and hurriedly reloaded. She had to get out of this place, she couldn't be caught again by that monster clad in red. Putting her pain aside she fired off a few rounds at the horde of ghouls and ran into the mass. Whenever a slobbering ghoul got in her way she would fire off another round and continue on, trying to break free.

The red demon smiled, his tongue lolling out as he raised his prized gun. The words Jesus Christ is in Heaven Now were scrawled across the side in elegant cursive. He leveled his gun with three ghouls as they advanced, firing off three rounds into their craniums. A devilish Cheshire grin spread across his thin lips as a gunshot different from his own and his little pet's sounded off. His crimson eyes peered over the rims of his orange-tinted glasses to fall upon a beautiful specimen with silver hair that cascaded down her back in a shimmering waterfall. Sadly, all he could see of her was her back since she was fleeing from the area, her leather trench coat flailing out behind her. He watched with amusement as she ran headlong into the sea of ghouls, firing off a Colt M1900 every time a drooling beast stepped in her path.
"Police girl," he said, his tone of voice catching the young Draculina's attention. His voice sent shivers down her spine for it was a tone he used when he was not quite himself, barely hanging by the threads of sanity. He got like this at every kill and to tell the truth, it frightened her.
"Yes, master?" the young girl asked, pausing only to kill a few more ghouls.
"Take care of the wretch. I'm heading off to track down the one that's getting away," he said, slowly melting into the shadows. She nodded her head before he had completely disappeared, watching as his form shifted along with the shadows. For a moment the shadows shifted into that of a hell-hound before nothing of her master remained. The young Draculina shivered once again as she turned her attention to the FREAK vampire and his never ending league of ghouls.
"Bloody hell. Master has left me to the dogs. How am I to escape unscathed?" she muttered to herself, not trusting in her ability as she aimed at the center of the ranks of ghouls.
'Do not fret, Police Girl,' a voice hissed, flooding into her subconscious. 'You have the blood of a true Nosferatu running through your veins. Be proud of your true blood and kill them all. That wretch is no match for you.' As quickly as the voice entered her thoughts, it disappeared. The young Draculina nodded to no one before continuing to dissect the horde of ghouls, saving the FREAK for last.

Elvina staggered on through the entwining tunnels. She was lost, running through back roads and dark alleys, her breath catching in her throat as she tried to make her escape. It seemed like ages since the last time she had seen street lights. As fear threatened to close her airways, she pressed her back against an alley wall. Placing a hand on her heaving chest, she tried to catch her bearings. Her blue eyes widened with fear, adjusting to the darkness. She looked around frantically for moving shadows that might announce the Count's presence. All was still, deathly quiet. The only sounds that could be heard were her beating heart and the sound of distant cannon fire. Maybe he had not seen her, maybe he was busy with the ghouls.

Her wishful thinking was banished when the air turned frigid. As the temperature dropped it felt as if something was strangling, choking the air out of her. The cold alley wall behind her seemed to disappear. A gasp escaped her lips as she drew away from it, turning around to stare at the blackening portal that had begun to appear. From the portal came forth the face of a man who haunted her worst nightmares. He smiled condescendingly down at her as the rest of his body materialized.

"Count Dracula," she stuttered in a hushed whisper as she drew away from the beast. Elvina backed against the wall as he neared her. Mental images she had fought so hard to repress began to resurface. With all her might, she wrestled to keep the images at bay and to stay upright. Her eyes widened as he began to speak. His voice was cold, filling her with a fear she hadn't felt in over one hundred years. Her eyes zeroed in on his sharpened fangs, the perfect tool for tearing into flesh. A white film clouded hers eyes as the Count's face blurred. She felt herself grow light headed and then all went black.

For a brief moment, surprise flitted across his features, his lips drawing into an uncharacteristic frown. No one had called him by that name in years. His smile returned, spreading wider as he saw the fear in her large blue eyes.
"It's been awhile since I had been called that name. It feels good," he said, displaying his sharpened fangs. He watched with amusement as the woman before him swooned, staggering on her feet. Those white-blue eyes rolled into the back of her head as she collapsed. Alucard clicked his tongue, shaking his head slightly as he stepped forward, towering over her fallen form. Reaching for her revolver, he dropped it in one of the deep pockets in his trench coat. Bending over, he scooped her into his arms and began to walk back to his fledgling.

Alucard breathed in the cool night air, it was a mission complete. His crimson eyes widened as he caught the scent of a fey. He looked down at the specimen in his arms, examining her more closely. How had he missed the pointed elven ears? He bent his head lower to take a bigger whiff.
'A virgin as well? Simply mouthwatering,' he thought, a sadistic grin spreading across his lips. He sighed, wishing he was once again the revered Count. Then he could have the beautiful fey as a midnight snack. But unfortunately, he was bound to the Hellsing organization. He wasn't free to do what he wished anymore.

As he reached his young fledgling, he found that every ghoul and the FREAK vampire had been extinguished. He kicked his foot through a pile of ash, laughing as the dust scattered in the wind.
"Well done, Police girl," he said with a twisted grin, glancing over at the young Draculina dressed in a blue police woman's outfit, the Hellsing arms stitched over her right breast.
"Thank you, master," the young girl said with a smile, shouldering her cannon with ease. Her crimson eyes drifted to what was being held in her master's arms, one of her neatly trimmed eyebrows raising a hair.
"Um, master? Who is she?" the fledgling asked. Alucard ignored her question and began to walk away from the area.
'My sword,' a weak feminine voice murmured in his mind. He looked down at the fey, a small smile forming on his lips.
'What?' he cooed, breaking into her subconscious.
'My sword,' the voice murmured again. Alucard sighed as he looked around, trying to find a sword that shouldn't be. His eyes caught the hilt of a sword, its blade buried in a pile of ashes. He motioned for his young fledgling to get the sword and continued walking towards the place where he was supposed to meet his own master.
'What is your name?' he asked, breaking into the fey's unconscious mind. He smiled at her answer. Something about her name recalled memories of his distant past. He looked onward as he walked into the lit street, her words echoing in his head.

'My name is Elvina.'