More than I can drink
Authors note
I don't own hellsing or Kuroshitsuji and make no money from the writing of this fic the only thing that does belong to me are my oc's and this fic
I've put a lot of work into working out the kinks so constructive criticism is most appreciated. Flaming my fic however will result in me not giving a rhymes with duck.
PS I have not labelled this as a crossover for two reasons one I'm not sure how much a role Kuroshitsuji will have and two because most people have not even thought of the similarities between Kuroshitsuji and hellsing
Chapter 1: The Prologue
Screams rose all over the battlefield, and the many tall spires resembled a forest of bodies. Men children and women alike were strewn upon them. If one looked close enough they could see a tanned young women walking through the battlefield wearing nothing but a sword and men's nobility clothing.
The women herself was making quick work of stabbing each person in the chest so they wouldn't suffer. Earning her the nickname Inger de Mila.
This woman in particular was unaware of the heavy stare of an older man watching her. The man sat upon a nightmarish black stallion and was covered neck to toe in shining silver armor, a black cape with velvet lining whipping around him due to strong wind.
"Sister you have no need of helping them so why do you" He calls out. The young women smiles up at her older brother
"They have not done anything wrong but believe in their Ottoman Empire". Walking over to him she kneels gracefully before him and replies. "OH! Dear brother I see you have caught me what will you do?" A larger smile graces the man's face for he is used to playing this game with his half-sister. "I will command you to finish".
Thanking her big brother she continues with her bloody work for it is only polite to do so to one such as the king and certainly a king such as Vlad the Impaler.
The man only continues to watch. In his opinion these people deserved to suffer they were the enemy. But, his half-sister's happiness was more important. She was the only family left worthy of deserving the title of family.
The rest of them were pretenders and fakes especially his brother Radu. The people called him beautiful but he knew better he was a traitor and did not deserve the name of Dracul. Even though his sister was a bastard she deserved the tittle, had earned it through hard work and sacrifice and he admired that about her.
"I am done" She looks down sadly at the mass of bodies the third war had left the brothers and sisters accounts depleted and their remaining soldiers dead. They had planned on asking help from a longtime friend by the name of Matthew Corvinus to destroy the last of the Turks.
They had travelled long and hard for days with little food and finally they were almost there. But when they arrived Corvinus betrayed them he had become power hungry and selfish in his luxurious days and arrested the brother and sister to be traded for more money after sending a fake treaty to the Turks.
The king and the princess were imprisoned for 10 years before finally being let go in exchange for Vlad to marry an irksome countess as well as to convert their religion to Roman Catholicism. Together the three of them began the process of reclaiming Wallachia. As they travelled to their home. Turkish mercenaries captured the king and princess.
"Dear Brother, do you wish to live"? The aging women smiles. Aggravated He asks "What do you mean we are about t… What have you seen"? Still patient she asks again bringing back memories as she plays their little game "Well what will you do king Vlad Tepes" Sighing he responds " Of course no one WANTS to die especially not a death so unbecoming of any man." The smile is still in place as she slits her wrist and offers it to him "My dying wish brother take this and the blood of our slain guardsmen before you die and no sooner accept what is to come and things will be so much easier
Knowingly the princess gave her brother her blood a sip of her blood instructing him to drink their soldiers as well. For she was no ordinary princess.
And, as the beautiful princess gazes kindly upon her brother wincing in pain she smiles because all is well. The executioner chops her head off unevenly and she still smiles as her head falls to the ground before her eyes close for the last time. Her bright smile finally falling from its place.
Crying the king drinks the blood of his fallen guards and glares at the executioner knowing that someday he would come back and rid the world of Turkish scum.
I had almost forgotten my vow and as Alucard fades from existence a single tear roles down his face.
"At least I will see her again".
Authors note
Cough cough so i uhmm might have promised to chapters one day to someone but alas i am flawed i dont know if ill be able to accounting to the fact i am only 14 and school begins in about 3 weeks.
My already early bedtime is being pushed back due to adjusting to my new schedule. So the next chap will probally be up sometime tommorow i will however start typing it up so first thing in the morning i can post it.
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