Title: The Rising
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Hellsing, Yu-Gi-OH, or BtVS. I am not making any money from this just the pleasure of writing it.
Summary: Stress levels at the Hellsing manor are rising and Seras is slowly becoming overwhelmed by everything. Now an ancient evil rears its head and Seras Victoria is the center of its attention. Her powers call to it and it will consume her if it isn't stoped. Seras needs help and training to control the powers she has received since becoming a vampire. Things seem to be spiraling out of control fast and Seras doesn't know what to do. So what will Alucard do? Alucard/Seras pairing. A time travel fic. A/N: I might take a few elements from Yu-Gi-Oh and maybe BtVS, for example monsters and such.
Chapter One
Seras sat on her bed staring at the picture she held in her hands. Tears glistened in her eyes threatening to spill forth, bringing her pain to the surface. She felt like everything was spiraling out of control. Nothing really made much sense to her anymore and she felt like she had no one to turn to. Her Master, Alucard, would probably berate her for being too human. Seras glanced at the table where the bucket of ice sat with a bag of medical blood in it. She suppressed a shudder of revulsion at the thought of drinking the blood; her Master would probably berate her over not drinking the blood too.
Seras' hardened in determination, she was going through with her plan and nothing was going to stop her not even Master. She reached into her dark blue duster and pulled out a small vial, its contents a dark swirling bluish green. It took her ten years of research and sneaking around to find the recipe for this small vial of liquid. A time traveling potion. The potion would take her back to her day of turning, that dreadful day in Chedar where she was first turned. Seras tucked vial back into her pocket and turned to the clock on the wall.
8:00AM. Perfect, she smiled darkly, everyone is asleep including Master Alucard. Now is the time to go, but first…… Seras reached into the outside pocket of her duster and pulled out a folded letter. She added her signature to the letter making sure it was strong enough to fool everyone into believing it was her for a short while. Walking over to her coffin bed she removed the lid and laid the letter on the pillow before closing the lid. Closing her eyes Seras concentrated on a warehouse on the outskirts of London, black tendrils began creeping up her legs before engulfing her leaving an empty room.
The warehouse was a dank, musty place filled with dust, dirt, mold, and cobwebs. Boxes were stacked haphazardly, abandoned. No one had been there for years. Ashes laid where they had fallen and blood still stained the walls and floors. The place stank of death and rotting things.
Seras wrinkled her nose in disgust at the place, but it would do. She pulled out the vial of potion. Seras stared at the little bottle wishing that she didn't need to do this, but knew that such would not be her luck. She closed her eyes for a brief moment before opening them again.
For you, Master. For you and everyone else I care for this must be done, I cannot go without training to much is at risk.
Uncorking the bottle, Seras took on good look at everything. She threw her head back, draining the contents of the vial. A blue-green light began to engulf her almost frightening in its eerie glow. "Goodbye Master," she whispered before disappearing in a flash.
In the darkness of a dungeon cell red eyes flew open with an overwhelming feeling of dread that something terrible had happened, something irreversible.
Alucard shoved the lid his coffin off hurriedly, the heavy marble shattering against the stone floor from the force. He stood quickly expanding his sense taking everything in searching for the disturbance before centering on the weak signature in the room above him. The shadows engulfed him leaving nothing behind.
Alucard stared at the coffin before him, he felt his undead heart clench in some indefinable emotion. The overwhelming feeling of wrongness left him weak with fear. Seras, what have you done? Tentatively Alucard reached for the coffin lid, grasping it he lifted it, his eyes tightly shut. Slowly he opened his eyes. A lone red tear slid down his cheek. There on the pillow lay a letter in Seras' neat script. Gently Alucard picked of the letter, afraid of what its contents may be.
Dear Master,
Something is coming, something dark and evil. I can feel it in my bones, in my soul. My powers grow restless, my familiar…… I am sorry Master. Time is short and the darkness is over the horizon. Tell everyone I am sorry and ask them……and ask them to please forgive me for doing this, for it must be done to save everyone. I have taken a potion, the Schimbarea Timpuli De(1). I do not know if I will ever see you again, but it is worth it to stop Надигащите(2).
Love,
Seras
Alucard sat in his room, feet propped with a glass of blood wine in one hand and a crumpled letter in the other, a mores expression covering his face. He downed the glass and poured another, wishing he could drink his self into a stupor but unfortunately that wasn't possible. His jaw tightened as he clenched his fist around the letter in his hand tighter. Letting out a growl of rage he threw the glass at the wall.
"Fata de Poliţie, de ce? De ce-ai luat-o astfel de serie? Ai nu credeţi că am putea ajuta? Nu trebuie să fi fost o altă cale, dar acum este prea târziu."(3)
A/N:
(1)Romanian for: Shifting of Time
(2)Bulgarian for: The Rising
(3)Romanian for: Police girl, why? Why did you take this avenue? Did you not think we could help? There must have been some other way, but now it is too late.