The characters of Hellsing to not belong to me, but I do own the other characters, so no touchies!
First chapter of our son, more will come in a matter of time. Please enjoy.

This story is about the son of Alucard, who has a problems wondering who he was and why he was even created. Having horrid flashbacks of his younger age, he strives to get past them without harming himself or anyone else he loves.

"What a pleasant dream." A voice whispered soft words that where weakened by slumber. Eyes stared into the roof of its small chambered home. Breathing was soft, echoing through the dark, but with the creak of a door opening, the soft sound was gone. A long slim hand shoved upward, showing itself. Laying inside a coffin, this being stared down at its hand with bloodshot eyes, "Yes, what a lovely dream it was." It calmly said in a male voice and looked up, up towards the ceiling that was paved with stones. Rarely did he ever dream, but for the delight, he dreamed of dreams of happiness and glee. His lips curved into a tender smile but it was replaced with a frown as he felt liquid drip along the curves of his chin and cheek. Placing one finger upon his cheek, he whipped the substance away, then studying it with a questionable look. His eyes narrowed, blood it was. He growled and trashed his head to the side causing his strands of night hair to cape over his face.

Every time he would dream these rare dreams, his eyes would hurt and blood would pour from his eyes. He panted heavily and forced his body to move from his coffin. He stumbled from his bed and almost collapsed along the near by wall. He wonder why he felt so weak in legs. Running his hands upward he growled with annoyance. Shaking his head a bit, his long locks of lengthy hair ruffled along his skin and teased his neck. Jerking his head into the direction of the door, his pupils retracted then formed into a long line. With a thrust of his weight, his body went backwards off the wall. The smell of dawn was faded from the area, but a different smell layered over it, night. Going forward, he approached the door with his body high up. His long leg held up his lengthy body. His mind was filled with blurry images that he could not make out as he pushed himself to go the door, but he did not make it. His body swung up along the cold stone wall and collapsed along it. Breathing was the only thing he was able to hear , his mind then began to pound, pound loud. The pupils of his eyes began fairly small. In pain he shut them quickly and let out a small groan.

These images which rolled through his mind like a slid show, soon became clear to him. A small flashback you could say was happening to the vampire……

There he sat amongst someone else, he was but a child then, maybe three or more. Wearing footy pajamas, which hugged his small body. He stared up at the cold being who paid no attention to him. Blinking once his red eyes he saw that the darken figure turned its cold heavy gaze towards him. He backed some but he could no longer move as great large arms picked up his small fragile body. Letting out small pants and whimpers, scared of course, he stared at this being. A grin floated upon the beings lips as he placed a small kiss upon the young vampires forehead, "My son, you will grow to be such a fine man." He said in his almost cruel voice, "That is what I am hoping of course." He let out a small chuckle of amusement as he watched his small son began to kick his dangling feet. The young vampire placed his tiny foot up upon the curves of the face of his fathers. Letting out small giggles as he did so.

His father leaned in and let his grin grow into a large one, the sides of his face wrinkled as he did so, "Ahah." He chuckled, then placed his son down. The father stood up tall over his son, his blood jacket swirled as he walked to the dark opening of the hallway. Glancing back only once, his grin faded into a frown and then stepped into the shadows. Fading slowly, the only thing the young vampire was able to see was a glance of the large rimmed red hat his father wore, then no more.

With a gasp, the now older vampire shook his head of the small flashback and rubbed his temples with his long fingered hand. Gritting his teeth some, he leaned back, panting, sweating, staring into the lines of the ceiling, "Father." He whispered and then closed his eyes tightly. From then when he closed his eyes, he repeatedly had the image of his other, his mother. He remember well he would sit in her lap, staring up into her pale death like face with wide eyes as she speak in her deep Russian voice, "Ahh! My dear son." She smiled, lightening up her pale face, "How you came to be was such a wonderful thing, yeah." She cooed to him and tickled under his chin, laughing as he let out small giggles of excitement, "It was when I was just….ahhh teenager" She went on, loving how her son stared up at her with wide big red eyes, "I lived in Russia with my brother Ivan." She bounced him a bit on her leg until her leg became tired and she stopped, "I was traveling to the near by village to pick up some bread like Ivan wanted. That is when I met your father." she sighed leaning back in her chair, "I guess… I guess I was stupid then and did not know what would happen to I." She closed her red eyes but then open them leaning forward to look upon her happy child, "I, a stupid young, bratty, human teenager." She stroked his fine black hair and then pushed away her own which lengthen to her chin. It was a bit messy but it gave a wonderful touch to her face. Like his own, it was that of black and had no lively touch to it. The young vampire began to gnaw upon his hand, his small pearl fangs showing as he did so, listening to his mother, "And I suppose he had me from "Hello"."

And that was that, the image had faded and he was now leaning forward like he was going to vomit. He wish this would end, he wished this would all end. With that, he fell forward, the room around him fading.

End of chapter one, fear my horrid writing abilities! xD