Title: Family Matters
Author: DhampyrX2
Genre: X-over
Series: Impure Souls
Rating: PG-13, just to be safe
Summary: Xander has hidden family. Xander discovers them. Xander's life gets turned upside down in a way that will hopefully help everyone evolve a bit.
Timeframe: After Graduation, but before the College crap starts.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. Don't sue me, I'm poor.
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Seras smiled and hummed tunelessly to herself as she checked her appearance in the mirror of her hotel suite that night. She had to admit she was a bit dicey about meeting Xander in front of a male strip club, but she had known that was his current place of employment going in. She just hoped she didn't say anything to embarrass herself too badly when she saw him.
"Nothing to worry about, old girl. You're not going there to ogle him. You're just meeting him after he finishes washin' dishes is all." she assured herself as she checked her outfit of a red top and black slacks over again.
She left her hotel at around 11:45 and made her way to the club easily enough parking her car at five 'till.
At 12:15 she began to wonder if she had scared Xander off that morning and been brushed off politely.
At 12:30 she decided to muster up her courage and ask someone on staff if he had come in today, or left any kind of message for her.
At 12:35 she saw something that would haunt her dreams and prove a vampire can go red in the face easily when properly stimulated.
Alexander LaVelle Harris, a man of Hellsing, Belmont, and Tepes stock, a man who was a nearly dead ringer for his great-great grandfather Alucard of the Hellsing Organization, was on stage...stripping. The young man who could pass for her Master quite easily was there shaking his arse to the delight of the collection of hooting women around said stage.
"B..bu...bloody hell." Seras squeaked in a shocked whisper.
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Xander idly considered just how funny life could get as he tried not to trip over himself on stage. One of the stage performers had broken his ankle just fifteen minutes before Xander's shift had ended, and the owner, who could not hope to get a replacement in time, had offered him a fistful of cash to take the dancer's place. Enough cash, in fact, to pay for his car repairs even with out the tips he was clearing on stage.
He had called Seras' phone the second he had agreed and left a voicemail telling her he was sorry, but he had to work extra, and if she didn't mind they could either go for coffee after his shift ended in another hour, or just arrange a later time to meet.
Needless to say, Seras had not checked her voicemail as she goggled at him from the back of the room.
A fact Xander realized as he spied her in said back of the room, and tripped as he was overtaken with a sudden doubling of the nervousness he had felt since his agreement to become a temporary stripper.
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A little over an hour and a half later, once the club was properly closed, both the young man and the young vampiress were staring at their respective shoes outside in the parking lot, unsure of what to say. Finally, Xander broke the tense silence with an uttered, "Sorry. That...well, you're not going to believe this, but that was a one time thing. I was washing dishes here, and one of the guys broke his ankle and well..."
"Oh, no. There's nothing to get embarrassed about." Seras replied. Her eyes went wide as she realized how that sounded and followed it with a panicky "Well that is I believe you. Not that you're not handsome and all...I mean, not that I was looking, I mean...that is...well. I think I'll be quiet now." she said trailing off with a delicate blush.
"Yeah. I think we can agree no power on this Earth should mention that again. Ever." Xander replied solemnly.
Seras nodded in agreement. Although she couldn't help but add "And I think the part where you fell over was proof enough that you're not a professional go go boy." as she looked up at him for the first time.
"Hey!" Xander protested playfully, looking up into her face for the first time. It should be noted that this was the first time he had seen Seras Victoria without her shades. His first impression upon seeing her red eyes was how gorgeous they looked on her and how well they suited her.
The second thing to register was that they were in fact red. An unnatural color. A color his mother had warned him to fear in her drunken rants on more than one occasion. A color associated with the Belmont clan, and their ancient nemesis, Dracula. And even though those eyes could have been contacts, Xander knew deep down they were not.
"Nosferatu." he whispered, unsure of just where the word came from, but knowing what it meant, as he backed away and pulled out the wooden cross he habitually carried.
Seras' eyes went wide at his utterance and reaction, before her face clouded with a profound sadness. Finally, she looked into his face and said, "Well I guess that saves me from mentioning that part, or asking if your mum was more aware of her heritage than the rest of your family."
Xander couldn't help but feel a bit bad for the vampiress before him as he saw the look in her eyes. If he didn't know better, he would swear she was about to burst into tears. He knew it had to be a trick, though, and so he steeled himself inside as he said, "You tell your king I won't sit back and let him do whatever he's planning like the rest of the Belmonts will. I have connections and I will find a way to stop him."
"Wait! That's not why I'm here. I was sent to find you by your cousin Integra like I said. And well, Master fits into it and all, but he still serves Integra." Seras pleaded piteously as she watched Xander back away.
"Right. Because the Dark Prince would serve under anyone. Pull the other one, Draculina. It has bells on it." Xander spat as he continued to back away, wishing he had the weapons cache he kept in his hotel room right then.
"He /does/." Seras insisted. "He's served Sir Hellsing and the Hellsing family for generations. Since Abraham van Helsing struck a bargain with him after the events fictionalized in that stupid Stoker novel." Seras explained.
"Wait a minute. Who's Sir Hellsing, and what does he have to do with this, or my supposed fictional cousin?" Xander asked, confused, as he paused in his retreat.
Seras looked a bit huffy, once again reminding Xander of a cute kitten, as she responded, "Sir Hellsing is Sir Integra Fairbrook Windgates Hellsing, your cousin. The daughter of Sir Lionel Hellsing, your deceased uncle, and niece to Richard Hellsing, your not so illustrious father."
"What the hell?" Xander asked, confused.
"See? This is why I wanted to sit down somewhere to talk to you. Your family is in turmoil, and you needed to be notified." Seras said, walking carefully toward the young man before her.
"That's close enough." Xander said, holding up the cross in her face when she was in arms reach.
"Of for the love of..." Seras commented with a roll of her eyes as she snatched the cross away, holding it easily, much to his shock. "I'm not one of those filthy demonic sewer rats that infest your home town, Xander. You saw me walk in daylight for heaven's sake. Unless this cross is made of very brown and grainy silver, or happens to be properly blessed and used to cut me open, it isn't going to hurt." she explained.
Xander just shrugged a bit confused as he responded, "Yeah, well, I've never felt comfortable carrying silver stuff."
"I wonder why?" Seras asked rhetorically as she rolled her eyes again.
"I dunno. It just gives me the willies," Xander replied honestly.
It took Seras a moment to catch up with that comment before asking, "You mean you really /don't/ know?"
Xander looked her in the eyes, even as a part of him begged him to take off running because this had to be an elaborate hoax, and responded, "I just said that."
"But...I mean. How could you not know you're the Master's descendant." she asked incredulously.
"What?" Xander asked in equal incredulosity.
"That's why your line is ostracized from the other Belmonts, and you can't use their relics. You're from the branch started by Sonja Belmont and Master's son, Adrian. You have mideon blood in your veins." Seras replied, astonished.
"Whoa. Hold on a second here. You're saying I'm descended from Alucard?" Xander asked, confused.
"Of course you're descended from the Master. That's what I just said. I thought you didn't know about your Hellsing heritage though." Seras replied.
"I thought you said Dracula was your Master. And what does that have to do with Alucard and the Belmonts?" Xander responded, confused.
"Of course he's my Master. What do you mean? Alucard is the name Abraham gave the master when he was sealed into service to his family. What are you talking about?" Seras queried.
"Alucard is the name Adrian Farenheits Tepes took when he battled Count Dracula. It was a way to say he was the opposite of his father's ideals." Xander explained as he realized the source of the confusion.
"OH! Well then. Isn't that confusing." Seras commented as she wrinkled her nose in distaste.
"Yeah. SO...Dracula is under the control of the Hellsing family?" Xander asked.
"For well over a century now." Seras confirmed. "Although I have to admit, he was as much in support of sending me to find you as Sir Integra was."
Xander nodded to himself thinking that over, until he was thrown aside with a cry of "Look out!" from Seras. As he turned to see why she had tossed him like a rag doll, he noticed several people, if you could call them that, with grey faces and hollowed out eyes. The looked like bad extras in a zombie movie really, except that all the zombies Xander had seen still had eyes and a more human gait in their walk.
As he watched, Seras fired her full clip from her Berretta 9mm side arm into the approaching ghouls, dusting each one with unerring accuracy. Once the last one was dead, she turned sheepishly to regard the still prone Xander, and help him up. "Sorry about that. I guess I'm still hyped up a bit from our last combat action, and I was ordered to protect you on top of that so..." she said with an apologetic shrug.
"No biggie. I'm used to supernatural hotties tossing me around like a sack of potatoes." he replied. A beat later his eyes went wide as he realized what he said and stammered, "umm...well, that is...I mean. Oh god, I can't believe I said that."
Seras giggled at his words and reaction, as a small blush graced her cheeks. "No worries, Xander. So, do you get a lot of ghouls here in Oxnard?"
"Wha? No. Is that what those guys were?" Xander asked in reply.
"Yep. Ghouls: the undead servitors of a true vampire or of the FREAK chip copies the Hellsing group has been wading through recently. They're created when someone is bitten by the vampire, but unsuitable to be turned into true Nosferatu. In the case of chipped vampires, no conditions can elevate the vampire's victim to any status other than ghouls without the introduction of another actual FREAK chip to the victim." Seras recited from memory.
"O...K. That was a big font of stuff that's over my head. I kind of understand the ghoul stuff from my mom's ramblings, and the family diaries I found after I started hunting in Sunnydale, but the rest of that is gibberish to me." Xander confessed.
"I can go over that later, too. Although the fact that there are suddenly ghouls here worries me quite a bit. It means there's someone in the area that's much higher on the food chain than your average revenant vampire." the vampiress said.
"And they're after one or the both of us, probably." Xander said, vocalizing the unfinished part of her comment as he scanned the area around them.
"Exactly." Seras confirmed. "So, where do you think we should meet to discuss everything? I do actually have quite a bit to go over with you."
"We can stop by my motel room, and go from there." Xander responded.
"Sounds good to me. I don't suppose you want to drive?" Seras asked, nibbling at her lower lip in agitation. "I'm still trying to adjust to driving on the right side of the road, and I'm not too good at it." she admitted.
"I think we can work something out." Xander replied with a small nervous grin.
As they walked toward Seras' rental car one thought rattled louder in Xander's Head than any other. Why do I have to always be attracted to hot demon women?
END PART 3