Disclaimer: I don't own Hellsing or BloodRayne… BUT I CAN SURE AS HELL FAKE IT
A/n- This isn't exactly a complete crossover as it's more of an AU that's parallel to both worlds.
Plus there is reference to Black Butler in here however THIS IS NOT A CROSSOVER WITH IT more like Ciel in this already had his revenge and had two sons and a daughter before his soul got ate…
His "black-sheep" Aunt Cassandra who was a Sorceress whose expertise was blood magic, who married Abraham Van Helsing. Basically the Phantomhives protect the Monarchy and does its dirty work and keep the Underworld of Society while their cousins Hellsings protect Great Britain and the Protestant Church from supernatural threats… That's it
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P.s. PLEASE DON'T MESS WITH THE TREES!... you have no idea how hard it is to make one that matches the timeline of the story
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Welcome to Hellsing
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October 31, 1931
10:47pm
This was supposed to be quick and simple, Tonight was Arthur's first field mission, A simple mission- to hunt down and destroy a low-level vampire that's been located in the East End feeding on the dregs of society, but of course the devil was in the details… I've also should've known that thrice-blasted vampire would see an opportunity, ESPECIALLY ON THIS BLASTED NIGHT! Now I have the stress of His Majesty King George calling for a meeting of the Roundtable said Table is already in a bloody riot about the news they've received an hour before and my hide was ripped up by my hormonal five-month and a half pregnant royal wife about having another bloodsucker in the house... times like these makes me wonder why I married her and no despite what my whimsical cousins say, it wasn't to have the ability to call His Majesty my Father-in-law.
But I am grateful for my Mary's support because I'm going to need it for the next few bloody weeks
To top it all of a representative from the Brimstone Society, a knight himself, Sir Warren Trumain Co-director and lead occult researcher of his society will attend the Roundtable meeting and no doubt he will hear of this fiasco by tomorrow.
God, I need my pipe.
November 04, 1931-
12:33pm
That shameless bastard vampire Alucard must've learn tricks from Old Roger himself in his "Golden Years", I have finally, after studying fervently my parents' journals and research notes on the seals found out how the beast found a loophole in my orders. It is also the effect of Samhain, the night where apparently ALL boundary lines are weakened and blurred, including the Blood Seals which are exactly that to the master vampire, Dear God father why the bleeding hell did you not at LEAST put a bloody warning label!
The loophole used was the one of free will and choice, One of my long-standing orders to the monster was to not feed on the innocent and that is to never intend harm on human life. However, when I had done the Heir's Inheritance Ritual that night, it handed over the mantle of Master to my son Arthur, my Orders, though I am a Hellsing and still the Head of the family are now Secondary to my son's who is now the new Master.
Arthur due to his recent training with the British military has a different mindset than I, (not to mention the reckless arrogance gained from the knowledge that he was of royal blood) that all is second to the mission at hand: Search and Destroy all Supernatural threats by any means necessary. Alucard found a way through a combination of these things.
Also the poxy intelligence division will need some blasted reformation, while yes the department located the beast and his territory, they didn't dig for the details. The vampire was not a drifting jackal feeding on the dregs of the East End, but an arrogant fledgling of a Strigoi nest that had a symbiotic partnership with local gangs since the late 1700's. Meaning the nest's Master had established himself decades before the damned ship Demeter delivered Hell to these shores a half century ago. The Master strigoi was a crafty beast with an unfortunate sense of self-preservation, meaning he probably survived a few centuries to lose the fatal hubris that most young undead usually have.
From the information I received from this bloody cock up was the nest was specialist squad for the local criminal gangs. The vampires would use their infernal powers for hire in exchange for tributes of blood and daylight protections. The scum of humanity cleaned up the supernatural evidence and taking credit for what was in human possibility, thus becoming a smokescreen to defy detection from hunters of the supernatural such as us. In exchange the creatures became guardian devils to the scoundrels making sure the Yard couldn't do anything to said gangs, and were also paid for services like kidnapping, espionage, and assassination. This pact is why these honorless curs where able to escape Hellsing's notice for so blasted long.
And instead of one vampire, we had to deal with a small nest, The head vampire a 300-year-old pureblood Strigoi and his brood of five fledglings. Their discovery was because the youngest fledgling was a sadistic glutton who never thought to comprehend why his master and brood-siblings hide from the defenseless sheep they eat.
When the Alucard found out the situation after devouring said glutton and taking the mongrel's memories he updated Arthur who now had the reigns as master and that is where everything went to bleeding hell.
Due to the mission happening on All Hallows' Eve thus the nature of the Nosferatu's Seals had become more flexible. While still bound to Hellsing blood the restrictions on his power were significantly weaker and Alucard was able to act on his own agenda if it didn't hinder direct orders.
My son is clever and a true patriot to the Britain and the Monarchy however is very stubborn and prideful, add to the ruthless pragmatism of a soldier's mentality, Arthur was blinded to the devil laughing in the details. My son had judged that if the trash of society was willingly to lower themselves further to be equals with monstrous vermin then they could follow the fell beasts to Hell. He gave Alucard the daft orders to Search and Destroy not only the nest but all involved criminals and associated operations that was connected to the Nest;
Arthur didn't consider that the Master Strigoi was a sadistic bugger who had a taste for authentic gladiator games. True most of the said gladiators were other scoundrels from rival gangs or their own members punished for betrayal and failure, along with a few freelancers, petty thieves and street rats captured for territory infringement. But there was a horrifying percentage of innocents stolen from the streets, some from even their homes and thrown into the bloodsport and these beasts who ran this nightmare made no distinction or exceptions. There were women and children in the disgusting pit who had to fight to live another day at the whims of their captors be they undead or regrettably part of the living.
These "gladiators" were associated to the gangs operations, thus under Arthur's Orders, they were a feast for Alucard. and among these wretches a diamond in the rough and the utter bastard No-Life King saw an opportunity and took it.
I now have my son drinking himself into a stupor over this disaster along with a roundtable meeting with a royal audience and a Nosferatu fledgling resting in a hammock near in her Sire. After she recovers from the transition from death to unlife I will speak with her and find out directly on what blooming hell happened in the black heart of this poxy mess.
November 06, 1931
11:00pm
Raven Moxley... I believe was more stranger as a mortal than as a vampire, though hearing about the life she lead I am honestly not surprised.
Either The Fates have a twisted sense of humor or the buggering Devil is trying to take the mickey out of me with this situation.
I did a background check with her name and what info her monstrous sire was able to give me. The fact that Alucard was delightfully enduring a migraine of all things trying to process the memories of the blood he drank in the process of turning Ms. Moxley told me the woman had either a very unique mind or was utterly barmy... probably both considering.
She was born Mallory Raven Dolnez in the year of 1905 on September 25th which had shocked me a bit as it seems her uncle was a detective and the unofficial liaison to between my Organization and the Scotland Yard. Detective Christopher will be shocked to learn that the spanish flu didn't take his niece but a nest of undead vermin did. She had survived and endured this hell since she was thrown in the vampires' gladiator games since she was 12. She had been fighting and killing in hope of seeing the sky again for over a blasted decade... she was 27 years of age when Alucard routed out the damned strigoi brood. During the fighting Raven Moxley as she now identifies herself for the chance for vengeance of her captor. The strigoi Master did not get the chance to escape as Raven suckerpunced him with a shank to the spine. Surprisingly she somehow cursed the weapon as she made it hinting at magical potential. The target had retaliated and mortally wounded Raven before Alucard destroyed him. Impressed with her fearless spirit and vicious resolve that undead tosser gave her a choice...
And now a week later a have an undead fledgling staring at me with inexplicable fascination for some reason.
She was a beautiful, slim woman but was in no way fragile, years of fighting for her life had given the woman warrior's stance. Long brown hair wild and reaching her mid back, while its fringe framing a long angular face with prominent cheekbones with a sharp chin. Burnt hazel eyes that now have blood crimson flecks glinting at him intense and unreadable which combined with her pointed nose made her look wolf-like. Her now pallid lean physique had lost its starved bony look since Alucard's bite remade her into a beguiling predator, which was off-putting when in pajamas. I knew that this one was going to be a wild card the question is which hand she favors.
Talking with the new fledgling was... strange. Her accent was like she spent several years across the pond but that is seemingly impossible, she spoke and made references to things at times that make no sense and while most would say this is due to a cracked mind my gut tells me it is something more. Thanks to this fiasco i had been studying my parent's occult journals and what I'm finding out that becoming undead by the magically augmented No-Life King on Samhain night has given Raven the immense potential of becoming a monster that ancient civilizations made bleeding myths about.
Now the question is what the bloody hell I'm going do about it.
She is willing to enlist in my organization with the reasons that she has nothing else to do with her unlife at the moment and has been fighting and killing since she was thrown into the Pits as a child. In all honesty becoming a vampire was lucky for her as she didn't even know how to be a civilized woman she had told me, at least this way she didn't have to worry about being put in a straightjacket and thrown into a loony bin.
I have no idea if this would help her when we go before His Majesty in a few days, but hopefully my cousins can help me work something out.
November 10, 1931-
11:26pm
THRICE BLOODY DAMN THAT VINEGAR-VEINED, RANCID PIECE OF HOG SHITE!
I knew Sir Lionel Lockwood would be out for blood, but that pompous arse committed espionage to get his slimy mitts on that information, oh I can't wait to send Alucard on a rat hunt, when I get my hands on the cracked brained traitorous fool that…...
No matter, I owe it to my cousins Sir Michael, Earl of Phantomhive, Marquess Edgar A. Midford, and Brimstone Society leader Sir Warren Trumain for the swift counterattack against Sir Lionel and his allies. Also Miss Moxley's pragmatic disposition and polite manner in the face Britain's hierarchy, respect for the King had set the odds to her favour.
As I planned with Sir Trumain, Lord Michael, and Sir Midford, we put up a proposal that would lead to an advantageous treaty with The Brimstone Society and a barrier against the Iscariot dogs of the Vatican. It also helped that my mother- bless her soul- was a former member of Brimstone and the only survivor of the London branch that was completely decimated by the Count during 1889 and the fact that my wife was Victoria Alexandra Alice Mary Hellsing nee Windsor Princess Royal and the only beloved daughter of His Majesty.
I am not ashamed to say that while I do love her dearly, I still used those facts to make sure the Hellsing Organization survives.
My son Arthur had to actively bind Alucard however, into his coffin once he found out what we planned, which involved his fledgling. Vampires, especially the old ones are extremely possessive beasts. Fortunately, The King has agreed with the terms of treaty, so did Raven as long as she r. She'll be gone for seven to ten years starting January of the year 1932. This will give Raven Moxley a few months here at Hellsing. Barely enough time to get some basic training both military and about her new undead state with her Sire... Which reminds me, I will have to tell Arthur to put Alucard under specific orders to make sure the bloody undead bastard doesn't try anything, I can already feel his seething rage through the accursed link we share that he will make my life an utter hell until the return of his fledgling. Arthur is The Master now, so he'll be feeling it worse than I. I had our family doctor be prepared to stock up on migraine pills, Arthur will bloody need them. As part of the Treaty, already Sir Trumain is sending resources, arms and few dozen new recruits to Hellsing, which is a good start of things for the Organization.
I for one have mixed feelings about the new Draculina, on one hand I wish her luck to survive her trials, however on the other hand she'd be better off dead keeping whatever humanity she has left in her than to lose it over time slowly turning into a mad, bloodthirsty monster.
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