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.

Author's note: Rip van Winkle is from the Hellsing manga. Her history is pretty much just my own imagination. I er borrowed /cough/stole/cough/ her 'real' name from the Marvel comics Daughter of Dracula character. Just thought I'd let you know that.

"There were no further complications with Alexander and Seras' return, I take it?" Integra asked languidly from the small table she was provided.

"All is well, Master. They came late this morning, and are currently on a light patrol to acclimate Xander to the area." Alucard replied with a small bow.

Integra's brow rose slightly as she commented, "Xander? You've taken to using the nickname the you Jewish Wicca uses, then?"

"It is the boy's preferred moniker. He has negative memories attached to his mother and stepfather addressing him as either Alex or Alexander. I saw no issue with avoiding it. It gives him extra separation from the Judas Priest, if nothing else." Alucard answered evenly.

"Of course. Thank you for explaining it. I'll have to keep that in mind the when I can finally meet him face to face." Integra responded.

Alucard's face broke out into a shark's grin as he replied, "You should be prepared to meet him tomorrow, Master. I've been helping him so that he can gain permission to visit you then."

"That will be an interesting trick. I seriously doubt that anyone short of the Queen herself could erase the red tape the Round Table will have in place." Integra challenged.

"Master, you underestimate both Xander, and myself, greatly. I will simply coach him in Hellsing family style negotiations. I can guarantee you that he'll be by to visit tomorrow." Alucard responded.

Integra's answering smile was just as predatory as her servant's. After a pause she asked, "Beyond your coaching, how is his transition coming?"

"Far better than anticipated. He's adapting remarkably when one considers he knew only of his Belmont heritage, and had never left the Mouth of Hell until this season." Alucard answered.

"How extensively has he been briefed?" she inquired.

"I have informed him of his history from my origins until my capture by Abraham. He is well versed now in both his vampiric and Belmont heritage." Alucard replied.

"Has he been informed of...everything?" Integra asked in a surprisingly gentle tone.

Alucard grew quiet at her question for a long while. When he finally answered, his voice was low as he said, "I did not see the need to burden him with it."

"Do you think she's truly gone after your encounter in South America?" Integra asked evenly.

"...no. No, I don't. She is too strong, and born of too pure of blood to die so easily. It would certainly take time for her to regenerate, but she eventually would." Alucard admitted.

"Then he should a least be informed of her existence, Alucard. Her hatred of Adrian is well documented. Her continued existence makes her far too likely of a suspect to leave him ill informed. It's not as if Rip van Winkle was a common mideon." Integra reprimanded sharply.

Alucard's response to her ire was far more shocking that the fact he received it. Normally he would answer Integra's fiery outbursts with either sarcastic humor, or an attempt to annoy her further. This time he met venom with venom. "Do you think me blind to all of this, Master? Don't you think I know she's a danger to him? That I should have finished her utterly long before we encountered each other because of those fools in the Millennium group? I could not! Not then, not now, and not four hundred years ago! Even a monster such as I has a heart, Master. I could not simply execute my own daughter! That's why she was sealed away to begin with!" he spat in a rage.

Integra sat there, stunned that he would admit to it so freely. The origins of the vampire later known as Lieutenant Rip van Winkle were unknown to all but two in the Hellsing Organization. Alucard and his Master were the only beings connected to the Royal Protestant Knights to know that her first, true, name was Lilith Catherine Tepes. Only they knew that she was the daughter of Vlad Tepes and his first wife, the Princess of Wallachia, born to them just before Vlad went to face Muslim invaders encroaching on his eastern territory in the Carpathia.

When Vlad had returned, his wife, thinking him dead, had committed suicide, leaving his son and daughter alone. Of course, she was partially right. Count Dracula had left a man, and returned Nosferatu. Later, after Dracula had married Lisa, and gained Adrian from that union, Lilith had taken ill in a plague.

For all the evil in him, Dracula had always loved his children. He could not simply let her die like that, so at the age of sixteen, he turned her. If that had been the end of it, it would be little more than a footnote in the history of the Dark Prince. After all even greatest critics would not fault him for wanting his child to live.

Unfortunately, it wasn't that simple. Lilith was unstable. She took to killing in manners even her father found distasteful. She fed just to watch people die, and took pleasure in angering the Belmonts into coming after her father just to watch /them/ die. She loathed and resented Adrian, seeing him as Dracula's favorite. The fact that Vlad loved Lisa, but had been with Lilith's own mother for purely political reasons certainly didn't help matters.

Eventually though, Lilith, who Dracula called his 'little Rip van Winkle' in reference to her penchant to oversleep both as a vampire and as a human, grew too far out of control. The vampire king's ire and need for vengeance had burned out some time ago, and he tormented the Belmonts either for amusement, or because Lilith had antagonized them, and looked close enough to her father in appearance to give them cause to attack. Even at his height of frenzy, his kills were purposeful. Lilith just liked to watch people die for no reason. Left unchecked she would have become a plague the likes of which the world had never seen.

So Dracula did what he could after several failed attempts to teach her some restraint, he locked her away. He had her sealed in her coffin in a state of suspended animation, and buried beneath his Carpathian castle, her ancestral home. Soon after, he was captured and conscripted by Abraham van Helsing, giving him a chance to return the dignity of the vampire race by eliminating those that killed so uselessly.

Nobody could anticipate that German shells would free Lilith during WWI, or that she would later be recruited by the Millennium Group, Hitler's occult strike force meant to last a thousand years. Integra often thought that Lilith, who shared her father's Slavic appearance, was so adamant about the support of an Aryan race because her addled mind had latched on to the face that Dracula had loved Lisa, who was blonde and blue eyed, but had not loved her own mother, who had been dark haired. On some level the vampiress, born of Vlad Dracula's seed, and first to be turned by him, was trying to emulate what she thought her father wanted.

They really should have suspected her involvement from the start. When the FREAK chip punks Leif and Jessica had been cutting a swath of terror through England last year their work had been pure Lilith in its design. The fact that the blasphemous messages that they would scrawl on the walls in leftover blood before leaving behind the ghouls to run amok always included the words, 'the No Life King is coming' were another overlooked clue. Still hindsight was always 20-20.

"I can never imagine what you've gone through for her sake, Alucard. But Alexander must be informed of her as a potential agent of the Millennium group and enemy of Adrian's, if nothing else." Integra finally said in somber tones.

The vampire actually sighed as he replied, "I know that, Master. I still don't think it's her doing, though. This was well organized to attack Xander when he was most vulnerable. She would not stay with them after we had decimated them our team did. I did kill her commanders there, after all."

"And yet, she would be most likely to be able to set Elizabeth after him away from you while you were sealed. She is both you daughter, and your progeny. That makes her highly suspect for the potential to control the Bloody Countess." Integra countered.

"I know." was Alucard's quiet response.

"Just see that he isn't caught flatfooted should she appear." Integra counseled.

"I will, Master." Alucard replied automatically.

"Is there anything else to report?" she asked after a time.

"Not really." Alucard answered. "Just that he and the Police Girl are safe. We've worked out a training regimen for him to follow until Walter is ready to aid us."

"I don't suppose I can get to elaborate on just what you plan for Xander to do to get in here tomorrow." Integra asked with a sardonic grin.

"Trust me Master, you will appreciate his negotiation tactics. After all I taught /you/ how to negotiate as well, and look how well you deal with at Vatican pig Enrico Maxwell." the No Life King replied with a Cheshire cat grin as he faded from sight, his cackling laughter echoing through the Tower's halls and frightening the staff.

The next morning, Xander tried not to fidget in the charcoal grey suit Water had produced for him, complete with a lapel pin identifying him among the Royal Protestant Knights, and a red tie that matched Alucard's coat.

The young man walked right past the ticket booths and tourist entrance, instead heading to one of the guarded staff entrances. He strode up to the guard there; acting as if he owned the place, as he calmly said, "Excuse me."

"Sorry sir, this is a staff entrance. You head right over there to get in with your ticket." the red clad guard responded pleasantly as he pointed out the way to the main gates.

"I'm aware of that." Xander replied coolly. "I'm not here to take the tour, I'm here to visit a prisoner."

The guard's eyes scanned the area even as he replied, "Nice joke, sir. But the Tower of London isn't used as a prison any longer. Now you'll have to get a ticket like everyone else, and go in the proper way, or I'll have to ask you to leave."

"I'm not joking." Xander replied with confidence. "Now, I realize you're just trying to do your job, and I respect that. So please just call this in so we can get it straightened out. Tell them Alexander Lavelle Harris, de-facto head of the Hellsing Organization, is here to see his cousin, Sir Integra Fairbrook Windgates Hellsing, who is currently being held on charges of treason, and suspected support of terrorist acts, charges that she has been absolved of and should have been released from I might add." the White Knight replied with a tone like ice.

The guard looked upset now as he responded, "I don't know what you're talking about. If you don't stop harassing me, though, I'll contact the Bobby's to toss you right proper."

"Is there a problem here?" a man in a suit, and wearing a name badge, inquired from where he walked up to the guard from inside the gate perimeter.

"No sir." the guard responded stiffly as he came to full attention.

"Actually there is." Xander replied at the same time. "You see, I'm here to see Sir Integra Hellsing, my cousin. Mr. Jack of diamonds here is refusing to admit she's here. So could you please call in you superiors and tell them that I want my rightful visiting hours with her? I don't care if you have to call the Queen herself to open the gate, actually, I just want to see my cousin."

"I'm terribly sorry sir, but I have no idea what..." the staff person started to say.

"...what I'm talking about. Yeah, yeah, I've heard it already. You can think I'm stupid just because I was raised in the States, but please stop talking to me like I'm special needs." Xander interrupted in irritation. "Now, I'm only going to say this once, so you might want to commit it to memory. You call up whoever is high up enough to actually acknowledge that Integra is there, and get permission for me to visit, or so help me, I will finish a phrase that begins, and this is the part you want to commit to memory, 'Full release of Control arts to Level 1 unlimited...'"

Xander's face had a disturbing grin as he said, "You keep those exact words in your head when you report this, and tell them Alexander Harris, son of Richard Hellsing and temporary de-facto head of the Hellsing Organization, is the one who said them, and that if I'm not in there in the next thirty minutes to visit my cousin, then they can discuss matters with the...man that benefits the most from them instead. And that they can do so without Integra around to keep him well behaved. Now scurry off to the phone and call that in. I can wait. For a /short/ while."

The guard looked confused, and the staff person was sweaty and agitated as he tottled to the call station near the guard. He repeated the words and Xander's identity six different times throughout the course of the next twenty minutes, before hanging up, his face bleach white.

"I'll have a guard to escort you to Sir Integra right away, Mister Harris." the staffer said weakly.

The shark's grin on Xander's face only grew wider as he replied, "I thought they might see it my way."

END PART 10