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The Chosen

El3v3n

All characters belong to Naoko Takeuchi and Kouta Hirano.

The king is dead, long live the queen!

This wasn't supposed to happen – of all the horrors and dreams foretold of her future, how had this been forgotten?

That ghostly familiar sensation of pain shot through her limbs like cold fire, leaving jagged patterns of little red rivers across the warrior's skin as she was hurtled forward. The great building's window had given in to her small form with ease. Her opponent's attack had been utterly vicious, and the Moon's champion was among the shattered glass. Utilizing barely enough stamina to lift her body from the floor, Sailor Moon's pain was engulfed by the sudden and stabbing pang of fear.

"Sailor Moon!" Came Mars' frantic cry through the static of the communication device that had been taken from her. Followed by the sound of an unceremonious crunch, the pale-eyed heroine knew she would be on her own to see this fight to its end. The only problem was…

She wasn't sure if she could win.

Latching on to her injured arm, Eternal Sailor Moon dashed away from the broken window and escaped deep into the abandoned museum. Skittering past the hauntingly still exhibits she had visited often as a child, she cursed the clack of her boots as they raced across the marble.

The building itself was like a labyrinth. She was sure that there was another exit within but in her dizzied panic and the barely lit halls she found herself in a room cluttered with objects and not a door or window in sight. Fighting against the pain that seared from her broken limb she fumbled through artifacts, sucking in a startled gasp when a row of steel blades clattered to the ground with a tremendous clang. With gritted teeth she stepped over the weapons and pushed deeper into the room, halting in her steps when that awful sound, the guttural cackle of her pursuer, once again swept by her ears.

Once vibrant eyes now dulled with pain, Sailor Moon felt her heart beat sluggishly. Sweeping her form to face the approaching creature of shadow, her efforts to call upon the Eternal Tiare perished with a weak swing of her arm. She hadn't even a moment to react before she choked on her screams as she was once again slammed backward. Rivulets of crimson splattered and sprayed as her slim back connected against a frail-looking and darkly weathered coffin. If she could have seen it, she would have wondered why something so unimpressive would be found in a room full of valuable heirlooms, but its presence was a gloomy omen-

As she was sure the floor of this storeroom was to become her grave.

"Amazing!" The monster crowed, looming ever closer to where his injured and cornered prey lay in wait. "I have never smelled a girl as delicious as you…and believe me – I have devoured enough of them to know just how special you are!"

"Stop-!" The heroine ordered, but her voice fell flat. Her blood pressure was dropping dangerously and despite her will to survive, even her vision had begun to blur.

"No more light shows," the vampire ordered, flicking his irritated hues to the dull sparkle beginning to form at her fingertips. "why don't you just relax? I promise it won't hurt…much."

And just who and what was this person - this monster? He had withstood every one of her attacks as if he were some kind of demon that could impossibly neither be healed nor destroyed. In just minutes, this creature had taken the princess back to a different time. Four years ago she was helpless like this, vulnerable to enemies and monsters who came to take her light. But this man seemed to have no interest in the silver crystal that pulsed weakly within her soul. He was after something much more crude and disgusting – and if his bared fangs and hungry eyes were any indication, he fully intended on taking every drop of blood not yet spilled from her veins.

Searching for her last ounce of strength to fight, or to even run away, the girl's weakened form remained unresponsive as he crept ever closer – his boots hitting the ground at a maddeningly slow pace. With faded senses, the fallen heroine was left only with the haunting vision of what was supposed to be her glimmering future in the stead of this nightmare.

Had it only been a fantasy? After all, that would have made perfect sense. In a world with creatures as cruel and ugly as this, it was only in her dreams that no one ever had to die.

On the brink of losing consciousness, her nerve endings were suddenly startled by a swarming presence that clogged the room with its enormity and made itself known by a dark, deep and bone chilling laugh…

"I'm dying, Alucard."

For years, the actual number of which he'd long lost track of, the vampire had existed in a state of inertia. But the world hadn't stopped. The hands of time kept moving at its normal pace, new lives were created and old ones ceased to be. But the former monster-assassin was excluded from the toll time took on all. In his current state, he was the closest to non-existing he would ever be.

The love his late master had for him shone in the way he'd been stowed away. His all-black clothing clung to him tenderly, a far cry from being gagged, bound and chained to stone. Laid to rest in his coffin, he had entered a state of dormancy per Integra's wish where he was closed off from all worldly sensations – not that there were many to be had in a forgotten mausoleum. The only thing that registered in his comatose state was a memory that perversely danced across his mind like an old, broken melody.

"I know," Alucard had responded to the dying Hellsing.

It was unfortunate that he remembered her like this though her outward appearance had never mattered to him. Even when Integra had become covered with wrinkles she was still bold and vivacious, smoking cigars and insisting people challenge her with real blades rather than poles. It wasn't until she'd reached her deathbed that he'd seen the sparkle leave her eyes.

And she'd loved her god too much to ever consider the eternal life he could offer; the life of a monster.

Integra had wanted her legacy to die with her, but no heirs meant that the Hellsing family pet would be master-less because unlike her – he couldn't die.

He would never die.

Alucard knew what Integra intended when she had ordered him with her final breath to lie motionless until his true master awakened him. The King of Kings who wore a crown above all other crowns. She lived, fought and remained forever pure in the name of God, but unlike Alucard she had never been so horrifyingly forsaken by her savior – the God he had rejected.

So he would to lie forever unmoving, true like the soulless-dead. He didn't blame Integra for her fear of allowing him to roam free and under oath of blood he would drink no more until –

His stagnate conscious was suddenly imploded by a heavenly scent jutting through his nostrils. Hell had come to collect for his crimes. There was nothing sweeter than the bouquet of blood and nothing worse than inhaling it when it couldn't be devoured. It was so very near – that old black box that was the place of his funerary rites and ungodly rebirth was covered with it. Would it – could it - deliver to him this unholy delight? Before the sleeping vampire could even lament his torture, a few dribbles of wetness pattered onto his lips. The smooth heated droplets rolled along his pale flesh with an unmistakable texture. Soft, luxurious, delectable…

Blood.

In full violation of the last order he'd been given, the tip of his flagitious tongue darted from his mouth to retrieve the liquid treasure. Tremors of delight traveled his form and suddenly the vision behind his eyes changed. Alucard no longer saw the pained expression of an old, dying woman but instead something extraordinary.

The first glimpse of a new pair eyes, rocked the entirety of his perception of vision. Deep, watery sea-blue pools shone back at him with a spirit so overwhelming it brought light to the complete and utter darkness inside his head. Flashes of images, a girl's memories played like a slideshow across his cognizance.

She was no ordinary woman, but a warrior who despite her diminutive size fought fearlessly and tenaciously. The creatures that attacked her continued to ruthlessly do so throughout her life, but why were they so persistent? What made the flaxen-haired maiden so irresistible to the hostility of monsters?

And suddenly, her appearance changed – she had seen a glimpse into her future. The woman wore white and a crown of gold atop her sun-kissed hair.

She was…the Queen.

"Yes!" Alucard voiced in his head. He felt the swell of excitement build in his veins, the ligaments and sinews of his inhuman muscles twitch and come slowly to life.

He saw them all bow in reverence to the statuesque woman – women and men, young and old, rich and poor, of both peasant…and royalty.

"Yes, Yes!" The death-seeking monster repeated in his head, and arched his back upwards. Tilting his head back, he laughed, feeling a rush of sensations he had been denied of for so many years.

This woman was not the God of his former master, but by virtue of her parting words to him-

She would be his.

Rising from his tomb, the vampire gnashed his teeth for the first time in ages. Reacting immediately to the scent of blood his red eyes focused in wonderment upon the exalted woman he'd seen in his thoughts, and they immediately began to glow a vicious red upon spying the reason she bled and was crumpled on the ground.

Her attacker noticed his presence but before he had even a sliver of chance to defend himself, Alucard used his supernatural speed to move before it and without a second's hesitation he plunged his hand into his chest and ripped out his undead heart. Raising the severed organ, he liberated streams of blood into his mouth and turned his enlivened eyes upon his savior lying on the ground. Falling to a reverent knee, he finally crushed the vampire's heart and gazed into the winged Sailor Soldier's eyes.

"Ask of me to destroy your enemies," he spoke to her in baritone, the first words he'd spoken in decades. "Say the word and I shall rip out their hearts, crush their bones and feed them to the dogs." He promised at the level of a whisper. "I am your dutiful servant – order me your bidding and it shall be done-" his eyes were aglow upon her with a dull red.

"My master…"

A.N: This started out as an RP with myself playing Alucard and another Usagi on tumblr. The other (awesome RP'er and writer, I must say), was too busy to continue it and I had since shut down my blog there, anyway. So, I wanted to continue this as a fanfic! I was tempted to mark this "M" right off the bat, but I didn't want to tease y'all with possible lewd content…yet. But it will be there eventually, so if you don't like depravity and violence, this may not be the story for you.

Informative Note: Usagi is 18 and in her last year of HS; Alucard is old as shit.

Let me know what you think….promising? Interested? Should I burn it?

Love y'all,

El3

(yeah, I'm not dead)