A/N: OK! So this fanfic was ACTUALLY supposed to be a drabble from one of those iPod shuffle things, and it…well…turned into this. I actually really like it too! It's a bit melancholy, but still has a sweet ring to it. I hope you guys like it!

Song: It Ends Tonight by The All-American Rejects

Character 1: Alucard

Alucard was dying.

He knew he was dying from the moment he stepped foot off of The Eagle and back onto the docks of London.

It was subtle, but still noticeable.

He couldn't explain how he knew, he just, did.

And it was suffocating him.

He felt the need to swoop into battle like the countless times before, to smell the fear his enemies felt, to see the carnage his very presence impromised.

But…the great Count almost hesitated.

He didn't want to feel that sensation. He didn't want to need it.

And so it was this with this feeling of dread and suffocation that the No-Life King once more walked proudly into the carnage of war once again, a maniacal laugh strangling from his lips.

oooooooooooOOOOOOOoooooooo

Alucard was dying.

He was truly dying this time.

He knew it from the moment the first eye closed.

He, the great Vladmire the Impaler, was beginning to unravel.

Distantly, he could hear his Master screaming for him, yelling for him to come back, to stay together. And for once, Alucard disagreed. He knew he would have to pay for it later, but for once, he thought it was best for his Master to let him sleep for a while, to let him go unhampered by the selfish needs of mortal men.

Alucard looked up.

The sun was setting. It looked so familiar, why was that?

And then he remembered.

A small smile fell upon his face. It was the same beautiful sunrise he always saw, just as he was about to die. Alucard felt strangely peaceful. He wasn't afraid of dying. No, he had been dead far too long to be scared of Death.

He could feel it, the weight lifting from him,

And he felt so relieved.

No longer did he have to face the darkness that encircled him, turning his days into bleak, grey blurs of nothing. And besides, it was too late to fight.

He could still hear Integra screaming at him; almost begging him to stay. For a moment, Alucard felt sorry. She was giving him an order, one that he was blatantly disregarding, albeit, against his will. For a moment, Alucard remembered the time he first met his Master, how he had at first looked on her with disdain, unable to believe such a small child could be his new master. But she had easily proven herself to him, and from then on, the two had become closer than any normal servant and master. He allowed himself to begrudgingly admit it, he would miss Integra. And he realized he wanted her to know, too. She would be the first to ever know how the vampire truly thought and felt, and he approved of that.

So with a small, almost sad smile, he whispered,

"No, this is farewell. My Master. Integra."

And with that, the No-Life King let himself fall away, the last eye closing as he faded away,

To become an imaginary set of numbers.