A/N I'm back dearies! It took awhile trying to figure out how to make this both Hellsing and Once Upon a Time. But I feel kinda good about this. Some changes were made to the first chapter, so if you have read it already I basically took away Belle's throne and just made her a lord.
I also recommend reading Hellsing on or even watch the OVA on YouTube.
Disclaimer: In a perfect world I would own both Hellsing and Once Upon a Time, and I would go on epic adventures with Rumple and Alucard! But alas, I'm here writing fanfiction.
Storybrooke, a small village in Northern Avonlea. A lone vicar made his way to the church in the sleepy village, a rather odd vicar. He almost never went outside during the day. Always, he would be inside the dimly lit chapel. On the rare occasions, he did go out, it would be rainy or cloudy or the middle of the night, and he would wear a clergy robe with a hood, deeply concealing his eyes.
It was as if he hated the sun.
It was one week later when the first incident occurred. A young man on an errand to a neighboring village failed to return, even the following day. More incidents followed. One by one over the next ten days, ten villagers vanished.
The village was cast into a pit of dismay. Then a lad managed to escape alive to a nearby house and testified to a law keeper. The lad had seen the vicar standing there in the darkness. At first it was too dark to tell, but when the moon broke through the clouds, he could clearly see that the vicar had blood trickling from his mouth.
The law keeper and the villagers went to the church straight away to question the vicar… Unfortunately for them, the evening was giving way to night, and so two days later…
"Sir Marchland, we've been waiting." A squire scrambled to the carriage that pulled up outside the village, he held out his hand to help the knight down.
"I have news. Who is in command here?" Sir Marchland asked, stretching out tired muscles from the long carriage ride.
"This is already beyond our control. This way Sir Marchland." The squire looked uncomfortable as he led the night into the tent, "Sir Claude...um may I present Sir Marchland"
Claude looked up from the map he was examining and let out a gasp, "You're Sir Marchland?!" he was shocked to see a beautiful woman standing in front of him, dressed in red leather with her wild chestnut hair pulled to the side.
The beauty gave a smirk as she pushed Claude out of the way to look at his maps, "Your worries are at an end. From here on..." she marked a spot on the map "this is a job for me."
A low moan was heard from outside the tent. Turning towards the newcomer Belle called out "Ahh Jefferson just in time, I take it your hunt was successful?"
"If you can call ghoul hunting successful." Jefferson grunted as he entered the tent pulling along a creature. The creature was human in appearance but appeared dead.
"What is that?" Claude shouted grabbing hold of his sword.
Belle let out a faint chuckle "This is a ghoul; the village is brimming with them. This is what happens when a sorcerer pulls out a person's heart. You could say they are zombies under the control of said sorcerer. We anticipate that a sorcerer inhabits that village."
Claude looked in disbelief "Do you really expect me to believe that? That this is all because of some occult gibberish?"
"It IS the truth. However it really does not matter if you do not believe. Your work here is finished anyway. A low-level official like you probably would not have known. Not that you needed to…" Belle crossed across the tent to stand in front of the knight. Jefferson stood back stifling a giggle; he always loved when his boss tore someone a part with her words.
"We, the Royal Order of the Marchland Family, have fought against these monsters since ancient days." She pulled out a dagger and threw it directly into the forehead of the ghoul, it dropped to the floor. "We are the service set up to consign to oblivion these freaks, who would try to violate the order of magic. There is a sorcerer in that village manipulating the ghouls. You are up against a monster. No matter how many normal troops or knights you send in the all you are doing is offering them free manpower. If you kill the sorcerer you kill all the ghouls, and we shall do the honors."
Belle smiled, as she had the attention of all the occupants of the tent. "One of my men is a special 'Anti-Magical' expert; he's already on his way to Storybrooke. It should be over in a few hours."
"What manner of bloke is he?" Claude scoffed "Are you sure about him?"
"His name is Rumplestiltskin" she replied with a fond smile, "When it comes to magical creatures, especially monsters. No one is more expert than him.
The girl ran as fast as she could. She could hear the things that were once her friends getting closer, as well as the maniacal laughter of the vicar.
"Hahaha, it is no use running." The voice was close; she turned her head to see where he was behind and ran smack into the evil man. Pulling out her small dagger she stabbed him in the chest with all her might, but the vicar continued to laugh as he grabbed her wrists. "Puny knives won't do a thing. A blade could never kill a mighty sorcerer."
She struggled in his grip trying to get away when she heard the moaning of her fellow villagers. Pulling her closer the vicar hissed in her ear "All your friends now belong to me, and now it is your turn. All I want are devoted slaves."
The girl continued to struggle against his grip as she felt his hand trail down her chest to rest over her heart. She let out a tear as the vicar prepared to rip out her heart.
"Hold it!" A voice called out, halting the vicar. "I think you have had enough fun dearie!"
The vicar turned to view the newcomer, eyeing its weird scaly appearance "Who are you then? Some backwoods nit with bad timing?"
"Rumplestiltskin my name" he said with a bow "I'm an agent who takes of the trash of the world for the Marchland family, a hit man for the likes of you dearie!"
"You? A hit man? Surely you jest" the vicar mocked, giving a shrug he motioned to the ghouls "Kill him."
The ghouls move forward and piled on top of Rumplestiltskin, the sound of tearing flesh rung through the air as they stabbed at him with daggers and swords. The vicar smiled at his victory and turned back toward the girl he held captive when a high pitched giggle sounded from behind him.
"Heh, heh, heh! Blades won't do a thing dearie! A blade could never kill a 'mighty' sorcerer! They're useless"
The vicar spun around to see his ghouls lying in a pile all destroyed, Rumplestiltskin sitting atop them cackling like a maniac. He jumped off and strode towards the vicar "Ordinary blades that is." He continued as he pulled out a curved dagger.
The vicar grabbed the girl roughly, using her as a human shield as Rumplestiltskin stood in front of them "Quite enough hit man! Not another step. She's the only survivor! Don't you want her to live? Why all the fuss, just let me go, pretend I got away."
Rumplestiltskin tilted his head as he examined the girl "Do you have a name dearie!"
The girl looked confused as did the vicar, "Wha… what're you going on about now?"
Rumple giggle as he pointed towards the girl "I asked for your name! Answer me dearie." His good humor fell when the girl continued to stare, mouth open like a fish "ANSWER ME!" he screamed.
The girl closed her eyes "EMMA" she shouted before she felt his curved dagger go through her chest, piercing the vicar in the heart.
"Bloody hell." The vicar cried backing away from her; she fell to the ground as she watched Rumplestiltskin finish him off.
Emma gasped for breath as he crouched down beside her crumpled form "I stabbed you through the lung to hit his heart. Sorry about that dearie, you don't have long. I can save you if you're willing to make a deal? Interested?"
Outside Storybrooke, Belle was patiently reading a book while waiting with her butler Jefferson.
The man looked up from his top hat when he spotted to people coming through the clearing "He's back, Belle."
The beauty smile as she put away her book to look at her servant "Well done, Rumple. How did it go?"
He snorted as he pushed Emma forward through the clearing, "The Sorcerer is dead. No survivors."
Belle's smile fell, "Then who is she?" Jefferson looked confused as well as he scratched his head "Isn't the girl a survivor?"
Rumplestiltskin giggle again "Technically she's dead. She's my new apprentice."
Emma turned to the man and woman she was just introduced to "I…I'm sorry."
She winced as she saw the beauty's face turn red with anger as she turned toward Rumplestiltskin
"WHAT'S THE BIG IDEA YOU FOOL!" Belle shouted
"I couldn't help it dearie!" Rumplestiltskin stated with a shrug of his shoulders
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Emma continued to chant.
And Jefferson could only sit back and continue to watch the madness unfold.
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