Disclaimer: I do NOT own Hellsing, Marvel, and whatever else is obviously not mine. I only own my OC's and awesomeness. X3
Author's Note(s): Instead of the story taking place in 1999, it'll take place in 1984 so that the current date will be 2014. Integra will be 52 (she was 22 in the manga). It is a MARVEL/Hellsing crossover of sorts, and will have at least one symbiote that I'm telling about. ;3
This is my re-vamp of my non-slashy Hellsing fic and is for the most part, a completly different storyline from my fic "Hellsing: The Dusk" in the way that the storyline is going to go and so on. But hopefully that won't be the case for long as I intend to edit the non-slashy one so the two will match.
A few other notes that I think are important for the readers to know. My OC William is NOT a reincarnation of Mina or Elizabeta because I did NOT like the "Bram Stoker's Dracula" movie. I DO however, LOVE the book where Mina was actually kinda cool and wasn't some crazy sex fiend. Lmmfao. My OC is related to the Hellsing and the Morris families (as in Quincy Morris, because he was pretty badass in the book. X3).
For fun, I've decided to try and add fun little quotes here and there. Almost all of them will be from books like "Brother's Grimm Fairytales" or "Bram Stoker's Dracula" (I hated the movie, but I LOVE the book X3), "Alice in Wonderland" and stuff like that. ^_^
A nephilim is the offspring of an angel and a human. Though more accurately a human and a fallen angel; but it varies from source to source LoL. My version is essentially my own that was inspired by the show "Supernatural".
"The will to conquer is the first condition of victory." ~Ferdinand Foch.
"Cold and Darkness"
William Morris Grayson was a ten year old little boy who, for reasons he didn't really care to question, loved the Winter season. Well, really anything involving snow and ice and the like he couldn't seem to get enough of. Thankfully it snowed quite often where they lived.
He had a short, shaggy mess of umber brown hair that spiked up at odd ends in a cute way that fit the lad and his delicate angelic appearance and indigo eyes. His mother always told him how he reminded her of a fairy or angel he was so adorable.
Will had even heard a few of his other relatives say this. At first he used to mind it, being a boy and thinking it was girly to be called such. But eventually, he found out why he looked that way, and since his mother said it was a good thing, he did his best to believe her and accept it.
His mother always made him wear a type of necklace that she told him was made by his biological father. It looked like a simple black choker, but it had hidden Enochian symbols inscribed upon it to keep him hidden from the 'bad things' as his mom often phrased it.
The young lad never knew his real father, but his mother told Will that he was a special angel whom she'd fallen in love with. However, it was dangerous for them to be together, much less have a child.
And so he had to leave in order for her and Will to remain safe. The only safety he could provide was the protective choker, that once placed around the wearers neck, would only come off if the one wearing it wanted it off. So William's mother made him promise to keep it on at all times or they would all be in grave danger.
She also asked that he try and appreciate his step-father; who was a nice man, and a scientist. Will didn't mind either request, as he hardly ever even remembered he was wearing the thing, and his step-dad was a really cool guy who taught him lots of interesting things.
They lived far out in the countryside, and as far as he could remember, Will had never left the property of his home. He was home schooled and so he never made any friends, as his mom told him it was dangerous for the boy to be out and about, as they never knew what evil was lurking out there.
And the only people he ever saw outside of his mother and step-father was the occasional relative. His favorite having been his aunt Integra. The woman was a distant cousin of his mothers, but even though everyone else thought Integra was scary, he thought she was nice and interesting.
He loved it when she read him a story or told him about where she was from and things like that. It was worth all the pleading he had to do to persuade her. His aunt had been knighted by the Queen of England, and Will couldn't help thinking that was probably the coolest thing ever. And she knew the BEST spooky stories!
For the most part, Will was a happy child. He tended to feel very lonely at times since he had no one else his age to play with, but his life was nice. And one day, his step-dad brought home a cool looking specimen from where he worked.
It was a strong looking container that held a black, inky looking substance that seemed to be alive. The black goo fascinated the sweetly morbid boy, and he loved watching it. Sometimes, it felt like it was watching him though…
He thought it seemed friendly, because when he did things like put his hand up against the thick glass, the pitch black liquid would reach out and mimic the movement, and the boy would smile or giggle.
His step-father told him that it was a sample from a symbiotic sentient alien being called Venom. And that it was called a symbiote. Dr. Grayson also went on to tell his step-son that it was VERY dangerous, and that he shouldn't get attached because it wouldn't be in his lab forever.
Will didn't think it was dangerous, and took to sneaking into the lab when his step-dad wasn't in there to fuss at him for talking to the creature, because he liked having someone or something to talk to.
And though it couldn't speak, it could react in little ways and seemed to understand him. Like with most animals and sometimes people, Will had a limited amount of empathy and felt like he could understand the symbiote too. That's how he knew it wasn't bad or harmful. At least not towards him.
He'd become friends (or at least in his mind) with the little symbiote sample, which being the strange young man who loved everything he knew and had yet to learn about the supernatural, dark, and strange things, Will thought it looked cute.
And a while after becoming friends with the symbiote sample, something happened that would change the course of the little nephilims life forever. It took place late one night after it had snowed pretty heavily…
It had all started with screaming… That bloodcurdling scream that would haunt his nightmares forever. Though Will wasn't sure which was worse; what he saw, what he had heard, or what had taken place right after that…
All little Will knew was that he was running. Running for both his own life and that of the symbiotes; a canister that held it clutched like a life preserver to the child's chest as Will tried not to get caught or killed.
S-so… So c-c-old! God, why was it so cold?! The little umberet wondered in miserable panic, as he ran for his life through the dark woods surrounding their property, while the biting cold continued to rage on as relentlessly as his pursuers.
The frantic lad was exhausted, as his short legs did their best to run through the snow that was almost a foot deep. The boy only had on a pair of pajamas, and he'd lost one of his slippers a while back during his escape into the forest.
But he had to keep running or else they might catch him! It didn't matter that he was scared out of his mind, or that he was so freezing cold that he ached through the chilling numbness, or that he was stumbling around in a forest and over things the snow had fallen over as he tried to run almost blind at night.
With only the faint traces of moonlight that flitted through the clouds up above or the occasional beams of a flashlight as his pursuers searched for him. The sound of men angrily shouting and looking for him.
All he knew was that if they caught him, he'd probably be dead. Just like them… His eyes began to well up with tears again, which did no good to enhance his vision. Even though he couldn't see where he was going, he knew which way to go. His mother had always told him which way to go in case of an emergency.
He just needed to head in one direction, and maybe, just maybe he might be able to get help. Sadly, the boy knew that the lake hadn't completely frozen over. He'd checked because he had wanted to go ice-skating on it earlier that day; before everything went horribly wrong.
But it was the only choice he had, as Will didn't want to take his chances with what horrors lay behind him. However, what he didn't count on was that those monstrous people had caught up to him.
Or what came next when shots rang out through the night. Followed by the poor child's own cries of pain and anguish; which immediately turned to panic. The hot, shooting agony that ran through his small frame, before he was met with a chilling nightmare from which he could not seem to escape.
If there was no way for him to get out, at least he would try to save the symbiote. With the last of the strength in his numb little hands, William opened the canister and let the creature go free.
It was too dark in the seemingly pitch black water that surrounded him to see if it even left the canister. The lad wished he could do more, that was all he had left in him. Suddenly, a new pain began to wrack his lithe form. It was from one of the entry wounds where he'd been shot in the shoulder.
It felt like something was burrowing into him. Ripping around the bullet and making him cry out in pain, and expend the last of his oxygen, as the hot tears that fell from his eyes and the scream that ripped from his throat seemed so eerily non-existent in the chilling depths.
But no matter how hard the boy struggled, no matter how desperately he wanted to live, the umberet couldn't seem to win. And in the end, the suffering young soul lost to the icy darkness…
And while the umber haired child met his freezing fate, only to learn that things were going to get worse from that point on; with the fading hope that it might get better, a certain No Life King had long since been entangled with battles and problems of his own…
The marvelous widespread massacre and mayhem that had been wrought that night in the burning, bloodstained streets of London was certainly one to remember. Especially for a certain raven haired vampire who was still fighting that battle about thirty years later…
For a while after his fight with Walter, and no thanks to that stupid cat eared boy who worked for that crazy Major, Alucard had thought he had become nothing. That he had finally perished. But, such was not the case. For as the King of Vampires had always said, only a human could kill a monster.
When he awoke within his own consciousness to realize that he needed to fight all of the lives that he had absorbed over the hundreds of years he had existed, did the red clad hunter wonder if he should.
The reason why he wondered such, was because he knew that once he had destroyed all of his millions upon millions of lives, that that would be the end of it and he would awaken back in the real world to the same old boring reality…
Sure, there was his fledgling Seras, but the Police Girl was a true undead now. She didn't need him. Besides, she wasn't interested in being a vampire or killing or really anything that he liked to do. It was sort of like when a father realized he and his teenage daughter had absolutely nothing in common except being related to one another.
Though in their case, they were vampires, not relatives. And sure, Integra might be mad at him for not hurrying up, but what was she going to do about it? It's not like she could punish him.
Heh, and even if she could, what on Earth could the woman do to him? He laughed at the thought as he took his sweet time fighting against one soul after another. There were so many that Alucard could quite possibly keep himself busy for more than thirty years if he paced himself right.
It was so much more entertaining than what Integra and Seras were up to. Since the events in London, the excitement dwindled down to the occasional vampire hunt. Which was becoming rarer and rarer from what he could tell when he occasionally peeked in to check on his master and former fledgling.
Where he was, every day was a battle! And souls like those that belonged to Rip Van Winkle, the Dandy Man, and the Valentine brothers were positively more fun to torment and torture in any way he could think of than to simply destroy them.
Oh yes! What games they played when he wasn't slaying some hapless solider or fool he happened to absorb after drinking their blood. He flayed and slayed and played to his unbeating hearts content!
It was the perfect place for him to be until he had a good reason to return to reality. And so, the years passed as he let himself become engrossed with one fight after the other, while the world outside carried on and changed.
Then one day, something happened that was most unexpected… Something that Alucard thought would never occur in his unlife… Something most curious caught his attention, and made him begin to rethink his slaughterous vacation.
It was a typical boring day in the household of the Hellsing manor, when he noticed a change in his master. The blonde woman was all in a huff about something. But he had no idea what.
All he knew was that it involved a phone call late one night, and that Integra had been most upset about it that she had been about to leave to go somewhere in quite a hurry, when some strange men in suits came to escort her elsewhere.
Apparently the reason for their visit, whatever it was, involved the same reason that Integra was so upset; or so he guessed. Reluctantly, the strong woman left with them; being sure to take Seras with her to ensure they didn't do anything unsavory.
But when they returned, Integra did NOT look pleased. And for many years, such was the one eyed woman's mood; though she only showed it when she thought no one was around. She hadn't counted on Alucard spying on her to see what was going on with his master.
Then, one day, a letter came that seemed to stir a contradictory of emotions from the usually cool and collected woman. She seemed both happy and apprehensive about something to do with that blasted letter.
Though, after a few days had passed, and another unexpected arrival to the mansion appeared, Alucard couldn't quite see what all the fuss was about. Though, had the ravenous ravenet known the entire story that had happened on that fateful night a little over ten years ago, he would've better understood.
Even so, the vampire had an inkling something very interesting was going to happen. His instincts had hardly ever let him down before. And with the feeling that the world outside his own was about to get a hell of a lot more fun, did Alucard begin laying waste to the remaining souls he possessed.
And the curious dark warrior had to admit that he was quite surprised by what he caught through the small glimpses he managed to get through the mirrors and such of the mansion.
As well as what transpired later on that day, when the dusk fell over the Hellsing household, and the devilish vampire slayer caught sight of his new, and oddly promising source of entertainment…
To be continued...
X3 Hope you guys like the new twist to the story. In this one my OC is a nephilim instead of a mutant. And a lot of other changes will be taking place. But don't be surprised if some chapters resemble a few others. X3
LoL I like the double meaning in my titles, both chapter and story titles. Kuwahahahah!