More of a teaser really than anything.

The idea had been bouncing around in my head and I figured, shrugs what the heck

Disclaimer: I don't own Arucard or the Hellsing Organization or the boy either for that matter…(continues at bottom)

The small boy-child collapsed bleeding in the alleyway only a few feet from where his uncle's hateful fists had flung him. Blood and bruises had made his small body almost unrecognizable as human. He whimpered pitifully before giving in to overwhelming blood loss and falling comatose in a death-like pile. The scent of blood hung thick in the air and was already drawing the night creatures to the scene of the small boy's soon-to-be death.

Arucard, a powerful vampire was one of these creatures as he was coming back from his most recent mission from the Hellsing Organization. The scent of fresh innocent blood stopped him dead in his shadowed tracks. He had been strolling slowly along the street enjoying the invigorating night chill and firmly putting from his mind his return to his prison and the leash held by the young Hellsing who was taking over from her recently deceased father. While Arucard had held a certain accord with the original Hellsing, his heirs were quite another story and held the reins of their own pet monster tightly in their inexperienced little fists. Was it any wonder he was mad? He asked himself ruefully. His dull red eyes sharpened and became like light shining on twin pools of dark red blood as he shall a car ahead come to a stop. A car at this time of night on this street was an oddity anyway but when a small bundle, smelling of blood, came sailing out the window Arucard's interested was perked even more. The car squealed of into the night but Arucard barely paid it any mind, his senses were centered on the small bundle. It smelt heavily of blood, both old and new; innocent blood it was, the blood of a small boy-child, no more than 3 years old, maybe but already hinted with the taste of magic.

Arucard's feet had carried him to the bundle and he kneeled and placed one white gloved hand on the small head, black hair laying thick and wet with blood under his palm. He could feel the life leaving the small body with ever drop of ruby red blood that left his body and came to a decision that he refused to let himself think about as he quickly cupped the small boy in his arms. The boy's head lolled back over Arucard's elbow and unconsciously offered his bruised throat up like an offering to one of the most ancient and Dark creature to be walking the Earth at that very moment, Arucard took it.

Arucard instantly took them to his lair through his shadow travel so that he could work in peace. He laid the small boy on his bed and climbed in after him to hover over his comatose body. Arucard started small, first he sealed the boy's wounds, then with careful, gentle motions he infused his painful healing blood the boy. Not enough to change him yet but enough to get him to wakefulness. The child may not have had a choice in his death but Arucard would make sure he had a choice in his after death.

Slowly the boy's eyelids opened and the green orbs centered on Arucard's face. Using his mind powers Arucard asked the boy what his choice would be sensing the child would not have the strength to answer verbally; to die now and sleep eternal or to die and come back to death forever? The young child could barely grasp this concept but looking into the mesmerizing pools of deep, rich, red blood the color of which stained his beaten body the child made his choice and when Arucard bit his tongue and offered his blood filled mouth to the child the boy took the kiss gladly.

Disclaimer continued:…there are key words in there that hint at who the boy child is. He's from another story's universe and I don't own him either.