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Chapter 4: Cross and Sinclair?

Integra gestured everyone to go inside and led them to her office. They all sat down and prepared to listen to what Integra had to say. Especially one very eager ancient vampire.

"Like I said, Vincent here is a vampire. Seras found him in the basement of an old abandoned mansion on Snowhills Hill. He was severely wounded and drained. Seras, having her emotions take over her as usual, took him and brought him back here to have him examined. She said she had a feeling that he was innocent. When he woke up, we asked him what had happened. His name is Vincent Allen Cross, born on the 24th of November in the year 1884. He was the son of Lord Val Edward Cross and Lady Eleanor Fabriana Cross. He came from a noble family, had two older sisters, Luisa Diethra Cross, eldest and Cynthia Elaine Cross, the younger sister. He was the youngest child. They lived in Blackheath, London. He said he was a slave kept by the infamous vampire, Elizabeth Bathory." Integra started the story.

"Then how did he become a vampire?" Alucard couldn't help but ask out of curiosity. Vincent answered him.

"Well, I was 22 years old then when my sister, Cynthia had gotten sick. One day she was so full of life, the next it was as if her life got sucked out of her completely. She was so pale, so weak; she couldn't even speak, just kept mumbling bout blood and the dark. Every day, she got weaker and weaker. We hired the best doctors around to help her, but no one could find a cure or even manage to find out what was wrong with her. We almost gave up hope. Until I found out that she had recently been seeing a man. The night she got home from her date was the night when she started falling ill. I was curious. I had to know what had happened between them. It might be the reason for my sister's sudden illness. It was really difficult finding him. People say he would just appear one night and vanish just like that. Until, I found a tip that he was currently staying at the Snowhills place, where he would bring beautiful women there almost every night. One night, I decided to check the place out and if I'm lucky, have a talk with him. Unfortunately, I found something that would change me forever…"

He paused. He seemed to be traumatized by the encounter. So, Seras held his hand to comfort him and continued where he stopped.

"Okay. So, when he got there, he entered through the front door and went snooping around. He heard screams and moans coming from the basement. He went down to see what was happening. To his horror, he saw the man that he was talking about, holding up a young girl, her neck to his mouth and sucking her dry. He threw the dried up corpse to the corner and suddenly he morphed into a beautiful woman with long red hair, absolute pale skin, and horrific crimson red eyes wearing an old gothic Victorian style dress. She was like someone who came from the Dark Victorian era. He was about to run when she suddenly appeared in front of him in a flash and well, I'd rather show you the rest than continue making Vincent feel weird.." She looked at Alucard and made him see Vincent's memories through her visions again.

***Flashback***

"My, my, my! What a beautiful specimen! It would be such a waste if I killed you." The beautiful vampire said as she twirled her finger around a lock of Vincent's messy hair.

"So beautiful. I'm so envious of you. For a boy, you seem to surpass my beauty. Well, even if it is my nature to dispose of the competition, I will keep you as my own. Mine." She used a charm on him to make him drowsy, much like an anesthesia and bit him on the neck. She sucked down his blood, but just enough to turn him. He let out a soft moan as he felt his blood slowly being sucked right out of him. He felt cold, sleepy and dead. Everything went black and the last thing he heard was her sinister laughter.

*8 hours later – Underground dungeon*

"W– where am I. . . ?" Vincent was waking up; he looked around and saw that he was in a dungeon. "What happened to–!" He was interrupted by a burning feeling in his throat. He felt an excruciating thirst as he ran his fingers down his throat to try to soothe it. He groaned and coughed from the pain. As he was struggling, he heard footsteps nearing him and someone giggling.

"I see my pet has awaken from his slumber." A familiar voice said through the darkness.

"Thirsty, my dear?" The sadistic vampire asked him as she cupped his face and stared at his golden amber eyes with her crimson red ones. She was extremely beautiful, but her beauty can't cover up for how evil and corrupt this woman was.

She lets go of his face and takes out a dagger and slits her wrist. She offers it to him with a sadistic smile.

"Drink." She commanded him. And without hesitation, Vincent rushed to her bleeding arm and pressed his lips to her wound. The blood didn't taste disgusting at all, but it tasted heavenly. Like some kind of narcotic. He couldn't control himself and kept drinking. The woman moaned in utter bliss, but she was soon becoming drained so she commanded him to stop.

"Stop, my pet. That's enough for now." She snickered as she saw his expression. He wanted more. He was in complete bloodlust. She snapped her fingers to snap him out of the trance. He shook his head and wiped his mouth, looking at the blood on his palms in confusion.

"W–what? W-why? Am I a. . . ?" Vincent continued mumbling as he watched his bloodied fingers and tasted the substance in his mouth. He was so scared that he had turned into a monster, the same monster that had almost killed his beloved sister.

"You are now a vampire, my dear, an undead. You have now gained immortality and great power as well as conserving your beauty and youth." She said as she cupped his face again and lifted his head until their eyes finally met. Gold and Crimson.

"W-who are you…?" Vincent asked in such a weak voice.

"I am Elizabeth Bathory. The famed Vampiress. I was even nicknamed Countess Dracula. As far as anyone's concerned, I am the most powerful female on the planet." She replied as Vincent slowly took in the information. "And the most beautiful as well." Elizabeth added with a smug grin. Her grin showed off her razor sharp fangs that sent chills down his spine and made him clench his teeth.

He realized that his teeth didn't feel the same. He felt around his mouth and found two perfect razor sharp fangs on the upper bridge of teeth. "So.. I really am a…" he took a big gulp before saying the damn word, "… vampire…"

The moment he realized this, Elizabeth laughed maniacally. Her laugh was so loud and sharp, it almost sounded like a screech. She was ecstatic to know that he had already accepted his fate.

Deep inside though, Vincent hadn't felt like he was changed or given a new life. He felt like he was… awakened. Like someone inside him was asleep all this time had finally risen from a long dark slumber. He felt stronger, more powerful than he expected to be.

Elizabeth began to notice that she couldn't read or connect to his mind anymore. It seemed he had already learned to block her. Amazed she looked at him and said "Well, well, well. It seems my dear pet has begun to learn new tricks. I will teach you."

And with that declaration, Elizabeth trained Vincent, teaching him new abilities and powers. But, she would sometimes feel bored and strip him of his clothes just to look at his beautiful bare form. The years passed and it had already been eight decades. Vincent never developed any feelings of love, like or even care for the witch. He hated her with every fibre of his soul. Yes, she taught him and fed him, but she also tortured him and harassed him. He was nothing more than a mere toy in her eyes. So, one night he decided it was time to break free.

When he finished drinking out of Elizabeth's wrist, he cooed to her "My lady, will you lay with me tonight? I hunger for your 'company'…" This statement made Elizabeth's eyes grow wide and her expression of awe then turned to lust.

"My dear pet, you don't know how long I've waited for you to say that." She approached him. Swaying her hips and flipping her hair, her eyes showed a glint of lust. She bent down and neared her face to kiss him, but without warning, Vincent grabbed her by the neck and pinned her on the wall. She was shocked at how her servant had reacted.

"How could you?! You traitor!! I took care of you!" She hissed at him as she was slowly choking from his murderous grip.

"Took care of me?! Crazy bitch!! You made my life hell!!! And for that you will pay!!!!" Vincent then summoned his shadows and then bounded her to the wall. His blood thirsty orbs eyed her like a predator ready for the kill. He slit his arm and let his blood flow down to his hands. His blood then morphed into a black sword. Elizabeth struggled to break free, but to no avail. She couldn't even phase or teleport herself. He seems to have created a barrier around her, sealing her.

"Any last words?" Vincent asked her, his eyes showing how excited he was to kill her.

"How dare you?! I am your master, slave!!! Release me and quit this game!!!" she threatened him.

"Master? You lost that privilege the moment you let me drink your blood. Don't you see? I've been free all along, idiot! I was just waiting for the perfect time!" He then lunged the blade through her heart and twisted it to deepen the wound.

"Goodbye Elizabeth Bathory. You surely won't be missed!" and with his final words a current surged from his body through the blade and hit Elizabeth like a lightning strike. She exploded and all that was left of her was dust.

Vincent looked down at his feet and kicked the dust away.

"I'm free. But… Why do I still feel empty..?" He asked himself. He limply walked through the dungeon's path, but he was too exhausted and drained. He had not drunk enough to sustain his hunger. He fainted.

***End of Flashback***

Alucard snapped back to reality and Seras closed her eyes, trying to hold back tears of pain for her dear Vincent.

"How did he end up here then?" Alucard couldn't help but ask out of the curiosity he'd been cursed with.

"Well, Seras found me." Vincent said in a warm tone as he held Seras' hand and looked at her.

"Yes. I sent Seras out to the Snow Hills Manor to investigate. There had been reports of vampire activities there such as people suddenly disappearing and screams that could be heard from the abandoned house." Integra stated then gestured at Seras to continue.

"Oh! Right. I was snooping around and found out that there was a vampire amidst. I felt the presence but it was so weak, almost like it was dead. So, I followed the aura and it led me to a secret underground dungeon. There, I saw Vincent, lying face down on the floor. I don't know why, but, I had the feel of worry suddenly take over me. I know that at the first sign of a vampire or enemy I would immediately take my stand and prepare for an attack, but there was just something about him that made me worried sick and made me rush to him and hold him in my arms. He was alive, but barely. He was drained and dying. And so, without knowing why the hell I did it, I took out my pocket knife and slit my wrist. I let my blood drop in his mouth and he responded a bit with a soft moan. I pressed my bleeding wound to his lips and he drank from me –"

"And it was the sweetest blood I had ever tasted." Vincent cut her off. "It was like an irresistable narcotic to me. And something about her blood made my whole body much more powerful and more energized before. Though I didn't know her, I felt it was my duty to serve and protect her even if it meant taking out my own life. I opened my eyes and saw the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I even thought for a moment that I had died and gone to heaven. But she felt so warm as well as her smile. I was immensely drawn to her without any clear reason why and without knowing why, I said 'My Lady Sinclair...' then I passed out."

There was a short pause then Vincent continued again.

"Next thing I knew I was in the Hellsing infirmary. My vision cleared and I saw tubes and wires and needles stuck to me. I could hear every drop from the packet of blood and how the fluid surged through the wire and through my system. I could hear the beeping from the different machines that surrounded me. And right beside me a small figure. There she sat her hands folded on the side of my bed and her head resting on her arms. She looked so serene, such an angel. I was about to reach for her when I heard footsteps heading my way. I saw Sir Integra and two men with her. They were from the Sinclair organization. Much like Hellsing they investigate and exterminate the paranormal pests of the world. They came here just to explain to me everything." Vincent looked up at Integra and she continued where he left off.

"Yes, well. You see Vincent here is from the Cross family. About four centuries ago, a powerful vampire named Larice Cross was found dying by a river bank by the Sinclair family. He was a very powerful vampire. He was a duke and lived in a palace not far from the village. He had many servants and followers. He was overthrown by the villagers when they found out that he was a vampire. Luckily, he escaped and ended up having to jump off the castle's balcony and plunge straight into the river right below it. They took him in and took care of him. They fed him blood and treated him like he was family even if he was a vampire. Larice was changed. He was not his blood thirsty self anymore, except he seemed sane again. When, word spread out to the villagers that the Sinclairs had a pet vampire, they formed a mob and tried to burn down their manor. Larice saved their lives and eliminated the angry villagers. Larice then swore his loyalty to the family and declared that his own blood shall be bound to serve the Sinclairs with unrequited loyalty and gratitude. So, as time went on, Larice protected the Sinclairs and served them for two centuries, until he grew tired of his life and asked for a way to be rid of his immortality. The current Sinclair head at that time was Malto Sinclair. He was a strict yet compassionate man. So, by the vampire's request, he researched, trying to find ways to rid Larice with his accursed immortality. When Malto was about to give up, he stumbled upon an ancient book of the Sinclairs. He found rituals and he found the perfect one. The ritual was to seal away all of his vampiric abilities within him and make him human and mortal again. So, it happened. Larice was human again, well barely, he was still half-vampire and craved blood, but he continued serving the Sinclairs. He got married and had a family and continued his life peacefully. Luckily all his children were human and mortal. He died with a big smile on his face. On his death, Larice's vampire powers were sealed within his blood, or so he thought. It was passed down, but did not get to be unsealed. Until, Vincent was born. Strangely, his blood contained so much of Larice's. He was called a true descendant of the man. Though, it wouldn't have been awaken, but when Elizabeth transformed him, the seal cracked and his powers slowly began to surface. When he drank Seras' blood he was suddenly fully rejuvenated and the seal completely broke." Integra paused and took out a cigar, placed it between her lips and lit it. She let out a puff of smoke.

"And what does Police girl's blood have anything to do with his sudden rejuvenation? Is it because she is still virgin?" Alucard could not help but ask for the suspense was killing him.

"No. Because Seras Victoria is a Sinclair." Integra said this as she puffed out another batch of smoke.

Alucard's jaw-dropped in awe.

***END***

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