Kana: BWA! LOVE! I am in SUCH a good mood – I won't tell why though!

Disclaimer: I…DON'T OWN…HELLSING! ZOMGGGGG! I wish I was apart of the Dracula family – they were a strange little bunch of nutcases (did I already say that? Well they WERE) Actually, Alucard's 'past' works well with the entire Dracula book, since when Vlad the Impaler's remains were found, they turned to dust in the minutes when the tomb was exposed to fresh air and sunlight (I hope my history book isn't fucking with me D: - it probably is). MWA -…HAHA

I really tried Vamp, I really did. I watched the subs, I spammed 4kids, but I just didn't jump start Yugioh for me (probably cause I had to take a break for school and was attacked by a furry puppy with the same affliction for Hellsing). I'll try to work on ITPOF, I promise T-T

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Dead, Death, and Dying

Chapter Three: Prince

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It was Armageddon; destruction, the apocalypse; death, blood, screams of the dying; men, woman, children. It was wonderful; the blood was the most beautiful color when it flowed from the throat of an infant.

And he was in the center, killing, drinking, laughing, crying. He laughed as tears poured into his open mouth, rich with blood and salt. He alone was God, only he could decide who died and who lived; and today, no one did either. He killed and brought them back to life, using their souls to fuel himself, trapped within a hell within hell.

He was a terror to all who saw him, even his enemies hesitated, and he used that to his advantage.

The fun stopped. Pain, such pain, something was killing him. Him! God!

"NO!"

He closed his eyes and accepted death. Finally. His sanity returned, and he was repulsed by his complex. No one was God; there was no such being.

But there was no death, for no human could defeat such a monster as he.

There had only been one man who had ever gotten close to breaking him. Only one.

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Radu had just wanted to see his brother (he swears), but found that Vlad had been sleeping on his throne, his waist coat undone and his cravat untied. A vibrant red coat was draped across the back of the seat, and a wide-brimmed hat was hung crookedly on a wine bottle on a small, personal side-table. One hand was resting on his stomach like a contented animal, and the other was hanging off the chair, its white glove soft and spotless.

He had stepped closer, his feet making no sound. His brother had gotten a younger form when he was turned – or perhaps…something else? He hadn't seen Vlad for centuries; things must have happened. Dracula had been described as a middle-aged man with shocks of white hair mixed with black, and a graying mustache and beard. That sounded more like his brother before his 'death.' But this form didn't resemble him at all…

Watching Vlad sleep, Radu tried to remember his 'new' name. No…that wasn't it…not even close…Alucard? Could it be that simple?

Vl – Alucard was a heavy sleeper, with only the occasional twitch of a face muscle to show that he still 'lived.' Radu had only left once to sneak a look at his sleek black coffin. The Bird of Hermes? Perhaps that was what kept him bound to the Helsing family. Helsing? No, Hellsing. There.

Radu opened the lid with difficulty, and looked at the bare wood inside. A large pat of dark, cold dirt served as the only comfort, smelling heavily of Wallachia. Radu leaned in closer, smiling as he sniffed more. But either he didn't realize how loud he was being with his sniffling, or how keen Alucard's hearing had gotten.

"Get away from my coffin."

A chill ran down Radu's spine so fast he was certain it would have turned to ice if it wasn't already dead. He suddenly felt ill as his brother stepped down from his throne, his eyes flashing like angry coals from hell. A deep growl formed in Alucard's throat as Radu's tightened considerably. He let it loose and bore down upon the slightly shorter man, using the Older Sibling Advantage against Radu.

"What are you doing in my room?" He hissed. Radu wondered how such a simple, familiar line could make him so…so scared.

He smiled – this was his brother. "I just wanted to see you."

"Oh?" Alucard took another step forward, and Radu stepped back. "You saw me upstairs, and you saw that I loathed you. So why haven't you left yet?"

"I will not leave until you have accepted my request for forgiveness." Radu held his head higher. After all, he had held the throne as well.

"And what if I choose not to!?" Alucard snarled. "You betrayed me, no forgiveness is meant for bastards such as you; you are meant for the Ninth Circle!"

Radu looked like a beaten dog. He peered at his brother from beneath black bangs. "Am I to me forever frozen in ice up to my neck? Like Cain?"

"No…" Radu almost sighed in relief – almost. "You should be in the jaws of Satan in the Last Section!"

"I should have known that you would still hate me." Radu sighed, looking at a certain spot on the ground, a few inches from Alucard's shoes. The Nosferatu glared for a moment before turning on his heel, ready to go back to his slumber, but one last comment – "Did you ever find the body?"

"OUT!" A sudden roar, like a combination of the rush of water and some large beast, signaled the summoning of hounds, and Radu was forced to leave with a massive furry animal snapping at his heels with shark-teeth.

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"You can't keep yourself locked in your coffin forever." Integra sat on the lid of Alucard's coffin, tracing the inscription with her right index finger. "I think you're forgetting you're place in this family."

The inside of the coffin remained silent except for a dull scratching - nails on wood. Alucard was digging his nails into the lid, as if to use it as a post onto which his anger could be wrought upon. Then there was a slight banging…

"Stop smacking your own head," Integral clicked her nails on the lid. "You'll give yourself brain damage." She twitched when she remembered who she was talking to.

"Like hell." Alucard growled, pushed the lid up with Integra still on it – with great ease, mind you. "That bastard is more likely to send me into an early grave."

"On the contrary – I'd be a very late grave." Integra hopped off the lid as Alucard took his sweet time stepping from his coffin. The vampire looked haggard, his already red eyes terribly bloodshot. His skin was sticking tight to his bones under his coat. He looked like a bag of gristle and tendons. "Oh – you really should feed."

"I feel fine," Alucard stepped past her, bowing once he was at his door, and set off down the hall, walking like a wraith. "I fed this afternoon." His hair was turning a steely grey.

Integra shook her head in exasperation as a few screams erupted from further down the hall, signaling that Alucard had reached one of the estates hallways and scared another maid. She began to walk out of the dungeons, Radu appearing by her side. He had obviously seen Alucard.

"Shouldn't we tell him?" He asked, his voice barely as whisper.

"He won't listen," Integra pulled a cigar from her pocket and lit it with her silver lighter.

"Doesn't he realize that stress makes him -."

"Alucard doesn't realize anything relating to human emotion – he forgets he has such a thing." Integra took a long drag, stopping for a moment and speculating the floor. "It's best if he never has emotions other than anger and jubilation – my grandfather thought it best to keep him with his child-mind."

"And why is this?" Radu bit the inside of his cheek. He cherished his human emotions; they were all he had left of his humanity.

"Think of it like this: if Alucard were to suddenly realize all that he had done, all that he had seen and felt and lost; if he were to remember his imprisonment and his family dying before his eyes, wouldn't he go insane? He has already lost sanity over the years; I'd rather have him keep what he has left."

Radu contemplated this. "Like if a child witnesses a death, and forgets it over the years, one wouldn't go to lengths to makes them remember the traumatizing event."

"Exactly." Integra's lips moved to smile, but, as always, thought against it.

"But how are we going to get him to realize his sudden weakness?"

"Like we always do."

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"This is insane!" Radu was horrified as he had to step back to avoid a flying piece of flesh. A head landed just inches from his left foot, making him clench his jaw in revulsion.

"This is joyous!" Alucard howled in joy, having been permission to reduce himself to Level Two. His long hair was plastered to his face with blood, and he eagerly licked it away with an unnaturally long tongue produced for that reason, and that reason only. He howled to frighten the ghouls, who ran away on instinct.

The fighting; Angel of Death in his prime once more; the new fledgling vampire – Demeter's child – killing alongside her master; and the King himself, with his jester brother to show off to: to scare him past morality.

Alucard whipped around, his soaked hair sticking to his body as he looked up at Integra as she stood, high above it all, on a cliff. He grinned with the air of a dog around him, and waited for her to give him the last killing order. She nodded, and he gave another cry of joy, shooting off into the hoards of ghouls and chaos, slitting it like the Biblical Red Sea. And it was a sea, a King's Red Sea of Blood. Integra stayed as rigged as a board, without guards to protect her.

Frowning upon the scene, Radu watched the miniscule Walter dart past him, his shirt stained nearly as much as Alucard. His fingers moved as if he were constructing, killing anything in his path. The smaller Seras Victoria was wielding a cannon bigger than she was, biting her tongue as she shot down more of the meaningless, haunted undead.

There were so many ghouls. Radu mourned for their lives, and dodged. Why had he come? To encourage his brother's beastly behavior? No…he wanted his Vlad back, not this monster.

Then it happened. Radu shivered as he felt the dull ache of silver nearby, and he looked around, and saw them. A yearling, wielding an iron sword, was charging at Integra, his fledgling holding a massive silver axe. And the maiden wasn't even blinking, just staring at the two in a calm manner as her death came to greet her head on.

Radu snarled, ready to defend her, but a dark figure beat him to it, screeching in animalistic rage as it barreled for the yearling, fangs gleaming with blood. Its Casull was discarded on the ground, having run out of magazines.

Alucard ripped into the feral vampire, using fangs and hands to rip the creature apart. Integra only moved once, to avoid a large splash of blood, which was eagerly sucked up by tendrils of mobile shadows.

He forgot about the fledgling and its silver axe.

In a moment of weakness, as Alucard lapped up the blood around Integra's feet, the fledgling struck with deadly accuracy. With a single swoop, the great King was headless, and his skull rolled along the ground while his body slipped into the puddle – Radu let out a soft shriek of agony. Integra's eyes widened slightly as she withdrew her own sword, stabbing the vampire through the heart with ease.

"No!" Radu began to frantically run around Alucard's body as it lay motionless. "What do we do?! He needs help! Can we save him!?"

"Settle down," Integra ordered in her cool manner, sheathing her sword. "He's fine."

"He's headless! That's death -!" Radu cradled his brother's corpse as it sifted to blood-colored dust between his fingers.

"I see he's going for effect." Integra watched the dust trail along the ground, Radu's eyes following it as it shifted and morphed. "Oh, hurry up you massive boast." She snapped.

"As you wish," Came the voice that made Radu suddenly realize that his brother was no longer the average vampire – greater than the powerful Nosferatu. He was so…so much more.

A tall, black figure rose from the dust, rising up like a dark wave. Alucard swelled, his eyes opening crooked and malevolent while a mouth of jagged teeth grinned at them. "I was just playing with my childe brother."

"You're horrible," Integra eyed him as he formed into his usual shape, his hat materializing inches from his head and plopping down.

"Just playing," Alucard whined. "You never let me play."

"You're idea of playing also coincides with your idea of a meal." Integra scoffed, walking back to the convoy as everyone shook off their shock (actually, it was just Radu). Alucard grinned, obviously proud of himself. "Now heel,"

He eagerly obeyed, trotting behind her long stride – though his was considerably longer. When Radu tried to follow, his attitude suddenly changed as he turned his head around, showing an array of fangs as he bristled.

"You did nothing but take up space and get in the way – help the others pack up," Alucard snarled, his lips receding over a clenched jaw.

A dejected Radu could only stare as his coat flapped behind him. Integra looked over her shoulder momentarily, giving him a blank stare that said 'there's nothing I can do.'

There was nothing anybody could do. When Dracula made up his mind, nothing short of the Apocalypse would change it – his ideas of world domination and justice were evidence of that. So Radu watched him leave, walking behind his master with the mien of a King following his Queen. And that's what it was; England was still ruled by royalty in a very many literal ways.

Radu's face fell; was there any way to change Dracula's mind about his brother's betrayal?

Probably not.

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Today is Radu's birthday. And a certain Vlad Dracula is not happy.

"They hurt!" He whines, his toes curling in his shoes, which had gotten too tight for his six year old feet. He tries to wiggle his foot into one and finds it horribly uncomfortable. He is miserable, and it's making him irritable.

The ten year old Mircea looks at the shoes, smirks, and goes back to eyeing himself in a looking glass. Their father is slightly put back at his sons vanity.

"Those were my old shoes," Mircea says, making a face at Vlad. "My new ones are better." Vlad visibly winces.

"Settle down and look smart," Their father growls in his usual, stern tone. "Your mother is coming."

Vlad glares. "She's not my mother."

WHACK! Vlad staggers, his right cheek turning an angry pink as his father walks out, brimming with anger. He doesn't sob, and that makes Mircea stare until the pain induced tears start running from the little boy's eyes. Vlad bits the inside of his good cheek.

After a few minutes a woman (not his mother) walks in. She is pretty, very pretty, and she holds a small bundle. Vlad already hates it, for it makes an unpleasant wailing noise for a moment, then quiets.

"Your brother," His father says. "You will grow to love him and protect him."

Mircea inspects the bundle carefully as the woman (not his mother) lowers it by crouching. The elder smiles slightly, but Vlad is bitter. The thing is ugly, with a pinched red face and tiny hands that fumble.

He hates it.

Vlad goes to bed that night counting, hoping that by the time he was one thousand that his father would smile at him again.

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Kana: I'm kind of screwing with history a little, but I couldn't help myself X3 That was exactly six pages, so I am very pleased with myself. Hmm, not as many peeps like this story as they did Fortune. Why not? I'm the same author(ess), just with a different plot. I'll never get you people. O.O

Review Responses:

VampireEgyptian: (sniffle)…(sniffle) Okay…I'm better…Don't try to get that poor child into Hellsing, don't you know the rating!? DX Preserve that childish innocence…Anywhoosle, I'm trying to force myself into the fandom, but it's hard…so hard. But I'm hoping that as soon as I stop sleeping eighteen hours a day I'll watch some subs, laugh at Baku's voice, maybe buy some new AE manga, and be a very happy monkey (PS: Not really ALUCARD, more like VLAD – that is pure Romanian sex (its that damn mustache O.o D: My dad has a beard like that, and it scratches and hurts!)

Master of the Boot: I think all my stories have that sarcastic humor – which some people who know me call either cynicism or dark/dry humor. I love the whole Dracula family – right down to Alucard's fucked up son who was called Mihnea the Wrongdoer (bad Mihnea, you do not mess up his good name!) I love Walter – young Walter, at least. He's wicked! Don't worry, I respect their character's too much to do anything with that weird Pip-quote (the other's though…were very foreshadowing…) My crap isn't anything near a masterpiece (now Ferris's stuff, that's good crap (nod)) it's more like 'shit a weird little Scottish lass writes during English.'

Ebony's Twilight: Honey, you need to tell me what's off, or I'm going to tear my hair out (since I'm sure my book is playing with me (hears history text snicker in distance) DX) Blessed be. (Bows and exits – what, I makes me feel formal X3)

Cannot fathom a PenName: Thanks love. In reality I hate my writing style and would do anything to improve it, but the customer is always right (sings as she dances away)

Tayhlon: Believe me, this isn't the only Hellsing Meets Alucard's Past story I'm working my way through. I'm probably the only one in my town that knows relatively anything about the Dracula family (foams at the mouth at the very mention of said family)

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Kana: (beats crap out of history book) YOU'RE SCREWING WITH ME AND I KNOW IT! XD

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