This is a major Canon divergence

Chapter Summary: Alucard is once more acquainted with an old lover.

Old Acquaintances

Chapter III

"I wish you would keep your unnecessary commentary to yourself."

"Yeah-yeah….."

He couldn't see his brother's face, but he was pretty sure the color melted right off, judging by his dilated pupils and frozen stature. But the more pressing question was, what on earth was he suddenly so terrified of, it couldn't be him, at least he thought so, however, his inquiry was soon answered by, his, Radu's pointed, trembling, finger, Alucard's eyes instinctively followed the direction his digit was aimed at.

He blinked a couple of times; his mind refusing to process what was in front of him,

Denial was evident, but that feeling soon boiled down into pure unadulterated dread, as dark, emerald eyes flickered over his rigid figure, before continuing her conversation with some, young man.

She was dressed in a long, sleeveless black dress that reached down passed her ankles. The dress in questioned had a slit that ran up to her left thigh, and she wore gloves that crawled up to her elbows, to finish her outfit, she wore a soft, grey fur coat that was draped over her bare shoulders.

Her head tilted back, allowing her pointed nose, prominent upon her face to rise in the air in all haughtiness she could embody all the while walked with a grace and poise that put royalty to shame. She was the physical incarnation of a mix between a Hollywood actress and that of someone lived their life among the rich and wealthy.

In that moment, he felt his breath being snatched away, seduced by her beauty, her scent and enamored by burning desire, but that was just it, but a moment, a single insistence, forever lost by the past, and crushed between the heels of reality and shattered by human condition.

She will never be yours count.

She had suitors or fledglings in this case, dressed handsomely; in the most expensive men's wear money could buy with their hair slicked back.

They lingered behind her, waiting, for a chance to shine in her half-lidded gaze. She had them tied around her fingers, and she knew full well. With a snap of fingers, she manipulated them one by one to attend to her needs. One took her coat; another held onto her purse, gleefully, as she patted their heads like stupid dogs, while they blissfully wagged their tails and melted under her feigned praises.

They were fools, as he once was.

Leaving was absolutely out of the question and Radu was sinking lower and lower into his seat, sipping on his root beer float, while humming the words to some obscured song that lingered in the back his head, his eyes darting anywhere that wasn't the woman approaching them.

Following suit Alucard kept his eyes plastered on the cracked, T.V screen, which was playing some Drama called Dynasty on it.

"Bartender, a glass of red wine please." he heard, the chair besides him squeak in protest, whilst Mina taking a seat next to him.

He licked his lips, as the temperature in the room dropped, and an icy chill skittered up the slopes of his spine causing him to shudder.

It was there and then that and an old saying came to mind "The hottest love has the coldest end." and oh, boy was it tundra levels freezing.

"Y'know I took you to be many things, all bad of course, but an alcoholic wasn't one of them."

His mouth was painfully dry, like Miniature needles prickling his tongue "Good evening, Mina." he finally decided to glance her way, hoping maybe she was gazing in another direction, consequently she wasn't. She was staring directly at him. Emerald eyes, deadly, stern, and sharpened by the kohl that adorn her eyelids.

He observed that she had cut her silky, black hair and had cropped it short right above her pointed ears that were decorated with onyx earrings, oval in shape and coated in silver.

Their eyes met, and her black, painted lips broke into a smile, which only made cold, sweat gather at the back of his neck.

"Hello again, Vlad. Long time no see, to both you and that insipid, toad you call a younger brother. "She glanced over Vlad's shoulder to briefly scrutinize, the unwilling audience to their silent spat.

Radu sunk even lower in his seat, taking the initiative to hide behind Alucard's larger form, wishing to altogether disappear from this situation entirely. He thought about running for his life, but he felt that was by far more dangerous than sitting here, he may get hurt, but better scratched than meeting an overdue grave.

"Mina, what are you doing here?"

She snorted loudly, as she gently grabbed her glass of wine from Igor, nodding her head in thanks, she focused her attention back to him, swiveling the high chair around for a better view of her ex-lover, tossing one, long, stocking clad leg over the other.

He raised a brow at her subtle, attempt to titillate him.

He shifted uncomfortably.

He dared not speak, while she indulged herself in the sweet, sour flavor of her beverage, swirling the red liquid within her mouth, in addition , she sensually wiped her tongue across her onyx painted lips, deliberately and slowly.

He felt adrenaline rush through veins, flight or fight, echoed in his bones, the itch to take off was overwhelming to say the least, as he assessed his situation.

She was planning something whether it had been a plot that she'd had been long devising or a spontaneous move in the heat of the moment, upon seeing him, he did not know, either way it didn't bode well for him.

Escape was the only thought that was screaming through his mind.

Cowardly? Maybe, years of war, thought him how to pick, and choose his battles.

"I should ask you the same question. I didn't think you were the type to lounge around in bars."

"I live in the area."

"By living in this area do you mean you actually have an apartment or you live in a dump?"

"Does an old, abandon building count." Radu chipped in absentmindedly.

"Radu, Shut up!" bucked his chair with as much force he could muster without breaking the chair in the process.

"Hey, Hey don't spill the float!" he covered his drink with one hand, trying to stop the foam from falling over and creating a sticky mess. He sent the older man a glare.

Alucard scowled in returned.

"Hmm." she twirled her wine around with her thumb and ring finger, while she propped her elbow upon the bar counter with her cheek resting in the palm of her hand. "You don't seem to be enjoying my company, No-life King."

He didn't answer at first, until he felt her foot nudge his shin.

"I also find it surprising that you would even want to be in my company, Mina, let alone be in the same vicinity."

"Maybe I missed you."

"IS that a joke?" he scoffed.

She laughed.

And it was by no means jubilant, not even sarcastic, but bitter and crude, and somewhat disturbing. From the corner of his eye he saw Radu wince and Igor eye her suspiciously.

Everyone else in the bar, glanced over their shoulders, watching the wealthy-looking, femme- fatale, elegant in mannerism and expression, suddenly erupt into fits of psychotic laughter. They gave each other a shrug before promptly minding their own business.

It was awhile before she settle down, holding her aching gut due to her inability to contain the pungent emotions bubbling at the surface of her cold facade.

"And what if it wasn't."

"I would say you were insane."

"That's ironic coming from you."

"Well, it isn't a lie."

"So, you suddenly care about my wellbeing now."

"Mina. Please."

"Please, what."

"Isn't this enough?"

"Isn't what, enough, Vlad?" she hissed. Her emerald eyes flared red.

She leaned closer to him, her face inches from his, drinks abandon and people easing away from the center of tension, taking their refreshments with them.

Words suddenly escaped him. What did he want to say to her? Nothing. He had nothing to say to her.

Words were cheap.

And there was nothing he could say or do to defuse her hatred for him, nor did he want to. She had every right to hate him, to despise him, to want to kill him. He would not deny her what was, so rightfully he's.

Not that she hasn't tried to kill him once or twice, in the past.

The first was when he had discovered her revived- and all hell broke loose, once her eyes fell upon him. Tendrils of darkness, and her familiars of the night, the rage of her anger, resentment, and sorrow all embroiled her, embraced her, and shaped her into a hellish nightmare.

He would have worshipped her, her power, her strength, if it weren't for the fact that those rampant, ugly emotions were directed towards him, if only he wasn't the source of the tragedy that had befell his precious Mina.

He barely escaped with his life intact. His body mangled, and ravaged, broken limbs, white flesh ripped from the bones, ruptured organs, major blood loss and missing teeth a broken nose, and one eye swollen shut.

He choked on his own vomit and blood and laughed a dark laugh, how ironic to nearly be killed and then saved by the vampires of his own creation.

Mina sought to destroy him, yet Seras had saved him. In more ways than one.

He pushes himself backwards, renewing the distance between them.

She eases forward, her eyes narrowed, her pupils slitted, dilated, her fangs elongated, her hand slide across the edge of the bar's smooth surface, approaching his still one, inch by inch until the tip of her nails brushed against his.

His fingers curled underneath his palm, his eyes never leaving hers.

Years of war and battle had honed his senses to the point of paranoia. Was it due to the fear of being caught off guard, the resolve to never let anyone close enough to one up him, or was it just innate, involuntary, and instinctive. He wasn't sure, but whatever the many reasons, he knew that scent all too well.

Vlad-Alucard could smell blood lust miles and miles away, it's a peculiar scent, but noticeable and pungent and Mina reeked of it. His body felt like a furnace, in light of the situation he was sure that steam was radiating of his being due to the excitement the excess adrenaline coursing through his blood, stimulating his senses and making him extremely sensitive to the environment around him. He heard every breathe, shuffle of feet, the air beating against the windows, the pounding of hearts, the beehive of thoughts bellowing loudly in his head.

The tension caused the whole bar to become stagnant, the air was brittle and humid, as everyone prepared to flee for their very lives if need be.

Cold Sweat was causing his clothes to stick to his skin in the most uncomfortable ways-and for some reason he kept hearing the sound of something rustling-he was pretty sure it was Radu doing whatever-he didn't dare move his gaze from her-he was in no mood to lose his head this evening.

His breath hitched-he felt Radu snake his arm around him-and

"Hey! Mina! Wants play hide and seek!

"What!?" Mina swiped for the no-life's king's head.

He saw it coming; he would have dodged if it weren't for Radu pulling him back. He was about to protest-until he watched his younger brother fling a cavalry of small, white pleats in her direction.

She went wide eyed for a brief second before slicing them in half, instead she was greeted with hot smoke erupting in her face and bursting forth and embroiling the whole establishment in a chalky fog.

"Ahh!" she hissed shielding her eyes from the smolder.

"DAMMIT! Damn him! Damn that that slimy toad!"

She snapped her head around, once the vapor had dispersed, to the group of young boys that were accompanying her.

"What are you imbeciles standing there for? Those men attacked your lady and mistress! You dare stand there, twiddling your thumbs! Go! Go! After them now!" without protest they darted out the windows. Shattering them in the process, after the assailants."

Her nerves fired and burnt at the edges, she slipped a pack of cigarettes out of her purse and proceeded to light it with ebony flames that spawned forth from her hands.

Leaning against the high table to steady her rage, inhaling exorbitant amount of smoke, she glowered, fuming at her own incompetence.

She felt Igor's gaze burn through her.

"Put the windows on my tab."

A/N: I want to apologize for breaking chapter two in two parts, So I'll explain why, one reason is because I over analyze my work over and over again until, I get fed up just looking at it, so I abandon it for bit, sometimes weeks,, which bothers me to no end, because I to finish it and share, I want to get my work out there, but my mind just seems to always get in my way, and so I get stumped. Another reason is due to embarrassment, what if people think my fic is stupid, or maybe its occ, or maybe it's kind of childish, what if I confuse my readers with my wild ideas, if my ocs are too farfetched and stand out like a sore thumb. Sighs, it's gets tedious sometimes, y'know.

I just wanted to write a very anger, bitter Mina, after being turned into an incomplete vampire and used by millennium for their own twisted science experiments, sucked dry until she was a dried up corpse and have everyone you love forget about you, I think if Mina did get revived she would, be understandably angry and bitter.

Canon wise were never given any proper explanation for how Mina ended up in Millennium's clutches or why no one tried to save her or anything. Alucard doesn't mention her, not even in the flashback, only Abraham refers to her , saying the girl has fled this place for ever, she will never be yours count, and she's only refer to as she by millennium.

Please note that not everything here is historically accurate. As, far as I know the real Dracula didn't kill his younger brother. seeing that Kouta Hirano is pretty vague with his characters backstories, it seems that I had to do some historical research. The real Vlad the impaler had several brothers. Him and Radu, later known as Radu the Handsome, were political prisoners of the ottoman empire in order for their Father, Vlad Dracula to continue to his rule over Wallachia , which in both manga/ova showed Alucard being brutalized by the sultan, and hinted at his imprisoning. Anyways, I wanted to make Radu completely opposite of Alucard. not to mention wanted him adhere to the annoying younger sibling trope.