BLACKHELL

This is my first Hellsing fic; I hope that I do it justice. This also is a cross over with Pitch Black.

I do not own the original characters from Hellsing or Pitch Black. The non-originals I do own, well I guess that they are originals, my originals not Hellsing's or Pitch Black's.

Enjoy.

The future...

Chaos consumed the Hellsing manor with fire. The smoke caused eyes to water and burn, as the flames singed clothing, hair and skin. The heat from the fire was almost unbearable as was the smell of burning flesh and blood. Time was running out for the survivors, yet still some remained to defend their home from the intruders. A young woman with long blond hair fought against both the flames and smoke. Instead of running out like the others, she ran towards the lower levels. Many called her name, but she would not heed their cries. She, Victoria Hellsing, leader of the Hellsing Organization, was on a mission. A mission, which would cost her...her life if she failed. Her younger twin brother Jason was forcefully pulled back by the troops as he tried to follow her. It was too late to save one, but at least the other would survive.

The flames had yet reached the lower levels. Victoria took a few deep breaths clearing her lungs. It was only a matter of time before both the flames and smoke came, minutes at most. Ignoring the pain of a few burns that she knew would heal, she continued on into the depths. Her blue eyes dilated in the darker chambers, quickly adapting to the lack of light. It had been nearly twenty years since she was last down here; however, the walls and chambers imprinted into her memory made it seem like days. She caressed the familiar grayish-green stonewalls that held history to her family. The smell of mold mixed with another that could not be placed, almost as if it was time itself, dominated the deserted halls. She remembered the tender age of five, playing hide-and-seek with one of the very creatures she sought.

The chambers became darker and colder as she neared her destination. A chill of fear and anticipation grew as she stood at the very door, which would decide her fate.

With one last intake of air, Victoria opened the door sealed by blood.

It opened with an eerie creaking due to rust forming over the hinges. Her breathing seemed to echo in the 10 by 15 foot cell. Her heartbeat was loud in her ears, and almost painful in her chest. Each step she took was with a purpose as a leader of Hellsing.

"Arucard." She spoke with a soft yet commanding voice.

She was answered by a pair of red glowing eyes that penetrated into her soul.

"Let me go, she's still in there!" A blond man demanded.

"Lord Hellsing, it is too dangerous. Besides, Iscariot is still around. Let the flames cool down, then we will look for her body..." The man stopped as Jason's eyes shot viciously towards him.

"Don't you ever say that to me again. Do you understand? For if you do, I will kill you." Jason looked once more at his burning home, as his eyes softened. "Ever since we were children, Victoria could get out of anything. This is no different."

"Yes sir."

"It has been awhile," She paused giving the cell a once over. Surprisingly it was clean of dust and cobwebs. In fact, if she didn't know better, she would have never guessed that this room was sealed for twenty years. When he failed to reply, she continued speaking. "I know that you feel betrayed, Arucard. I am here to make a deal with you, and an offer."

Taking out a knife, the red unwavering eyes watched as Victoria made a slight cut on her forearm and posed it in front of him. The eyes watching narrowed and grew a darker red.

"A Hellsing offering her blood. What an unusual day indeed. What brings this honor?" Victoria's eyes narrowed. She did not miss the taunting and lack of respect in his deep haunting voice. He was testing her, and her power.

"Shut up, Arucard. I do this out of necessity not want. The bottom line is that you are stuck here unless I say other wise. I am your Master."

"Of course you are. But tell me master how am I to take up your offer when I am chained and bonded, and what will you get out of this deal?"

"We both know that you have the power to break those bonds anytime you want, and as for the other, it's quite simple, I want my power back. The Iscariot dare attack me! At my home no less. Time for treaties and negotiations are over. I will hunt them down like freaks, and destroy them all." As she spoke her blue eyes lit up with fire and determination. Arucard could not help but smile as specks of red radiated in them.

His insane laughter echoed throughout the cell, as he easily broke free from his chains. Taking her arm into his hands as he bowed, he pressed his lips to her wound taking a small taste of her blood.

"Give me your orders, my Master."

Before she could respond, however, a hand wrapped its way into her long hair, lifting her off the ground and away from Arucard, causing her to wince in pain.

"Now what do we have here?" asked a heavily Scottish accented voice. "Miss Hellsing and her dog of a vampire."

Arucard still kneeling smiled, letting out a slight growl.

The tall Priest noticed that the vampire was not as weak as he should have been. In fact, Arucard look too healthy for a vampire who had not fed in twenty years. His once white hair already had dark streaks of black.

"What the...?" The Priest then looked down at Victoria's arm. The blood was still there, as was a hardly visible dark line from the cut.

"You foolish woman! You fed that monster with your own blood. Do you have any idea what that means?" The Priest then took a blessed knife to her throat. "I will kill you for this monstrosity."

Neither Victoria nor Arucard broke eye contact with each other. Victoria's lips moved, forming one word, causing Arucard's smile to become all the more sinister, kill.

A loud inhuman yell vibrated throughout the ruins of the Hellsing manor.

Now that the fire was under control and that Iscariot retreated, Jason led a few men in the search for his sister. As they journeyed he felt a hint of sadness. All of the heirlooms and treasure collected over the centuries, lost. The yell caught them off guard and caused them to rush towards the lower levels. Reaching the stairs, Jason noticed that the damage was minimal, which gave him hope. Knowing exactly where Victoria went, he lead the soldiers cautiously, hope in his heart that she was still alive.

Spotting the open door with the blood seal up ahead, he burst in, calling out, only to have his voice become frozen in panic. The once gray cell, was covered in blood. The walls, ceiling, and floor were not left untouched. The sight and dripping sound caused a few to shutter, the smell making more nauseous. His feet stuck slightly to the blood on the ground as he moved further in. Careful not to slip and fall, Jason maneuvered both his body and flashlight everywhere looking for clues. A small bundle near the steps caught his attention. As he kneeled down by it, he recognized it as human hair. Victoria's hair. A cry of, desperation, sadness, and most importantly anger left his throat all in one sound.

One month later...

"A dog am I?" Arucard asked. The pressure of Priest's grip on her hair made her feel as if he was going to pull her scalp off her head. Arucard slowly stood, his smile never leaving his face. With one quick swoop of his arm, the tension was released. The majority of her hair was left in the Priest's hand. She watched with slightly widened eyes as Arucard started to transformed. A head of a multi-eyed dog formed from his shoulder. With an action quicker that thought possible, the dog shot out towards the Priest, his yell the only thing left of him.

Her memories of the past turned to dreams were interrupted by a deep voice telling her to wake up. Her blue eyes slowly opened, as sleep was still evident in them. A sudden quick drop in her environment managed to wake her fully. She was still in the cryo-pod, but something was obviously wrong. The luggage was all disarrayed on the floor, as a few live wires connected with each other caused sparks. The constant deafening alarm was accompanied by flashing red lights. As the turbulence picked up, she tried to release the emergency latch to her pod, but it was jammed. Looking around she noticed a few others waking, coming to the same conclusion as she. They were going to crash. As if on cue, the ship Hunter-Grazner plummeted down towards a sand covered planet with three suns.

Painfully, consciousness came back to her. She was still in her cryo-pod, which was leaning against a wall. A moan left her lips as she tried to move. Nothing was broken, but she was bruised pretty badly. Her eyes burned from the bright light that was not there before. It appeared as if the ship was ripped in half. Feeling something wet coming down her face, she moved the best she could, as her hand sought out the wound. Hissing in pain, she figured it looked and felt worse than what it really was. Gathering her strength she tried to push the door open, but it still would not budge. This is just great. Thanks for the warning she spoke to herself. She was rewarded with a silent masculine laugh as a reply. A shift in the shadows caught her attention. She thought at first it was her special cargo, but the figure was too massive, that and it didn't have hair. However, it gave off the aura of death as her cargo did. The shadow stopped in front of her, but continued to move on after a moment's pause. Her curiosity was interrupted as a sudden jolt caused the pod to fall completely on its side. Once again she was greeted by unconsciousness.

She opened her angry blue eyes. It annoyed her to no end that she passed out twice. She could still hear a deep laughter in her head, which caused her to be more upset.

"Hey, are you okay?" Asked an accented voice.

She looked up and realized that her cryo pod door was open, and a woman with long brown curly hair was looking down at her.

"Just peachy." She was rewarded with a smile.

"Let's get you out of here. We might also have to look at that head wound." Her hand went to the once injured area, no longer feeling pain.

"Don't worry about it. Just a scratch." The woman looked skeptical, but did not press it.

"Okay then, my name's Shazza."

"Victoria. Thanks for the help."

"Don't mention it." Victoria ran her hand through her blond hair, cut just above the shoulders. She winced at the memory.

Shazza offered a hand and Victoria accepted it. After getting out the both of them looked down at the cryo-pod.

"Well, I'll say you're one lucky girl. Your pod getting stuck like that, between the wires and debris. If it wasn't, you would have most likely been one of those unlucky mates, and well..."

They both looked towards the back, or what was left of the back. Instead there was a great hole where the pods in her section flew out of the ship. Lucky indeed. A heavy run in step drew their attention away from their thoughts. A man dressed in a blue combat like uniform, with short curly brownish blond hair stormed in. He briefly looked at the two, and then spoke.

"It's not safe, we need to regroup now."

"Why? What's wrong?" asked Shazza.

"Riddick escaped."