Hello.

While this chapter starts out with Qrow drinking, allow me to say I have not touched a drop of alcohol in my life as I am a Muslim. However, I have read and watched a lot so I think I have a decent idea.

Also, I could use some help with combining the worlds of RWBY and Hellsing. With the reveal this Volume regarding the origin of Qrow's bird form and other stuff, I need to step back and determine how much of RWBY I want to keep. I definitely know I want to make the land masses bigger, or at least add more locations.

RWBY is the property of Rooster Teeth and Monty Oum.

Hellsing and Hellsing Ultimate belongs to Hirohiko Araki.

"Talking"

'Thinking'

Current ages

Winter-17

Weiss-2

Qrow-25

Chapter 2: Stirring

If one were to look for a certain scythe wielding huntsman, they would find him, to no one's surprise, drinking at the tavern on Patch. That, however, is where the normalcy ends.

"Who the fuck are you talking to." The huntsman groaned in annoyance.

For all his alcoholic tendencies, he usually does not drink himself to such extremes which would kill a regular man. He only drinks to dull his body enough that his semblance would not affect everyone around him and to cope with the stress of everyday life.

"That's not true!" He slurred. "I also drink when you get extremely chatty, like right now!"

Even so, today was a special occasion, one which required him to drown his liver in enough alcohol to kill a normal man. Of course, he is no normal man, nor will he die to something so insignificant.

"Bet you'd like that you bag of crazy." He grumbled before swallowing down an entire bottle.

For today, of all days, a momentous event has happened. His best friend, the man who married his sister,

"Shut up."

Now has a second daughter,

"I said shut up."

With Summer Rose, the only other woman Qrow ever grew close to,

"Shut it!"

Perhaps even loved.

"Shut the fuck up!" He growled slamming the current bottle down with enough force to crack the table, getting the attention of the other customers who started to wonder just how drunk Qrow was to be yelling at a seat where they saw nothing.

Did he love Summer Rose? Not even he knows. She was the only female who did not see him as a bandit or some fighter, but something more, something special. He knew his feelings for her were strong, but did not know if they were love, or just strong familial love, the kind he thought was only reserved for only his sister back in the day.

"You've said enough! Now that you've finished your little expose into my personal life, fuck off!"

Now, she has she married to and had a child with another man, but it was the one man who could call his best friend, and Raven was long gone. Leaving him all aloooone.

"Fine!" Qrow growled splashing a bottle on his face to help him wake up. "What do you want, Death."

Oh Qrow my dear, I'm here to see you for the same reason as all the other times.

A cold sensation hit the huntsman on the chin as his head was tilted upwards and to the side. Others would think he was moving his head on his own, but he knew. He could see the woman cloaked in black and could feel her hand of bones tilt his head towards her. Looking into her hood, he saw her ever changing face. At times it looked like a mere skull with jawbones moving on its own. Then it looked like a beautiful woman, with features he could not catch or describe. It even shifted into some weird mix between the two where he could see the bones underneath her skin with empty eye sockets and sunken ears. Aside from all that, he had to admit that her body was one men would, pardon the phrase, die to be with. But Qrow was no fool.

"I've told you before." He growled pushing her hand away, forcing himself to ignore the freezing pain his own hand felt from touching her. "I'm not going to become your messenger, reaper, contractor, or whatever you want from me. And I am most certainly not sleeping with you." If there was one thing he would thank the bandit life for, it was a certain mantra said by the males, even his own father. Don't stick your dick in crazy. Ever. It might seem worth it with unbelievable sex but the results would haunt you for the rest of your life, though in this specific case it would probably follow him to the afterlife. In fact, Qrow was pretty sure that he and Raven were born because his shitty dad broke that rule, especially since he tended to rub his broken back whenever talking about their mother. Which is why he was only half surprised when Raven left after Yang was born, she certainly qualified as crazy. Funny how men fail to follow such a simple rule due to their lust.

No matter how many times you tell me, I will always ignore you and insist you be mine. All souls come to me eventually, you are no different. But I am impatient and I want you to be mine.

"Nope. Nada. No way. Not happening."

But you are perfect for me. It has been so long since I met one so suitable to be my servant. You reek of blood and misery, cursing others with your very existence. Even your weapon is a perfect fit.

A trail of ice could be seen along the blade of the sword leaning against the table as the finger of Death ran down it.

The form is a call to my own. And the history of it, I can feel the souls cleaved by this blade. Truly, you are worthy of my power.

"Keep it you bag of bones." Qrow grunted. "I'm fine on my own."

Not for long.

That made Qrow freeze in place. All the times Death has tried to…court him, not once has she ever said anything to indicate he would need her strength. This was not a normal sales pitch. Something had happened.

"Explain yourself." He growled gripping his weapon and putting the bottle down. "What makes you think I need you?" Even as he said those words, he partially regretted them as he felt the smugness coming off her. She had his full attention, and she was enjoying it.

Don't you find it odd that the silver eyed warrior gave birth this early.

Her words made Qrow pale. Indeed, when Summer collapsed on the floor, Qrow and Tai were freaking out. They rushed her to the hospital only to find out she was going into premature labor. The baby wasn't due for another month at least, yet it was happening now. Both men were scared for the fate of the mother and the child. Yet, by some miracle, not only was Summer still alive, but the baby girl was as healthy as can be. At first Qrow celebrated the good fortune and welcomed Ruby Rose to the world. But come night time he needed to drown his complicated feelings, leading to the present.

"What did you do?" His grip tightened, his cheeks white as bone and his eyes bloodshot. He feared that Death now had him by a leash, one that would force him into submission. He did not expect her to laugh that strange, unnatural laugh of clattering bones and funeral bells.

I did nothing.

"You expect me to believe you?"

I am Death. I am an absolute, one that cannot be denied forever. I do not deal in falsehoods and those who break their oaths to me suffer. As the end of all I do not interfere with the beginning. Souls who have yet to live remain untouched by my power.

Her words were not the same as before. There was a sort of primal power to them that made the entire place freeze. In fact, looking around, Qrow realized that everyone else was literally frozen in place. No ice or frost holding their bodies, they were just still as stone, or in this case still as a corpse.

"All right, if not you then who?" His grip had lessened, but he was not letting go of his blade even if it would do nothing, especially considering the grin Death was giving him.

I suppose if you haad to blame someone,

Her cloak swallowed her arm, covering any gaps and openings, expanding and contracting repeatedly before opening to reveal a different person all together, one that Qrow had seen on the screen multiple times and once in person, a meeting that made him feeling like taking a shower in bleach.

"How the hell could that slime ball Jacques Schnee have anything to do with this?" He asked. At the same time, his mind was a jumble. On the one hand, the douche bag was dead, so that was great news for all of Remnant. Hopefully his corpse was being used as good Grimm bait, or even some medical student's surgery practice model, the one they really mess up on. On the other hand, whatever they fuck he did caused Ruby to be born early and makes Death claim her power is needed.

It's not what he did. Rather what he tried to do. Long story short, his greed for wealth and power resulted in an old acquaintance being reawakened. One that even I am wary of.

"What the fuck!" Qrow exclaimed as he jumped to his feet. When he first met Death, his eyes were opened to the real horrors of the world. Horrors that prey on Grimm and man alike. At the same time she made it clear that as Death she was above them. Yet, somehow that jackass had awakened the one thing that could set her on edge! Oh, and for some reason the voice was that same cold seductive heart stopping voice despite the male slime ball form. Because supernatural logic.

I still remember when he barged into my domain demanding 3 specific souls.

She continued as if Qrow hadn't reacted at all.

At first it was amusing. He had just obtained his powers and charged in, arrogant at what he had become. So I struck a deal with him.

Her grin was cold and very disturbing. In the back of his head, Qrow wished she would go back to her usual form. This was creeping him out more than usual.

I offered him a trade. In exchange for a thousand souls I would give him the ones he sought.

Her grin went full psycho, extending beyond humanly possible. Jacques's pedo-stache was not making things any better.

Each.

"Three thousand souls…" Qrow could hardly feel himself breathe.

And he delivered. So easily as well.

Qrow had to sit down. Whoever this…creature was, he easily slaughtered 3000 people just to get his hands on 3.

"Who were they?" The edge in his voice was gone. At this point, he had resigned himself to the fact that shit was hitting the fan at light speed, and everyone was going to get covered in it.

Warriors. Powerful warriors from the old days, before this world became a Remnant. Each took the lives of many both on and off the battle field. Which is why my price was that high.

Hearing that caused Qrow to grab his bottle again, just for something to hold on to. Based on what he gleaned from Death's words in the past, the world of Remnant was once bigger and more populated without any Grimm, though there were still monsters in the world. At the same time, while their technology was ancient, the skills of their warriors would equal any modern day huntsman, even if they were using primitive weapons. It was part of the reason Dr. Oobleck and other historians spend so much time studying and searching for ruins, to recover the history that had been lost.

"Okay." Qrow said after taking a few minutes to swallow the information dump as well as a dozen shots. "So because Jacques was being a jackass like always, he released some monster that you have had dealings with. At least it got him killed seeing as you're able to take his form." When he was done talking, he turned back to Death, only to find her in her previous state, with a knowing grin on her face.

Do not be mistaken. He is not the one who killed Jacques. If he had, I would not have his soul in my realm. It would be in His possession.

"Does this guy eat souls or something?" Qrow asked before immediately putting up his hand in a stop gesture. "Don't answer. I've got too much alcohol in my gut and if I puke it aint gonna be pretty." He took a deep breath. "So who did kill that prick?"

Winter Hellsing.

"Winter? As in Schnee?" Qrow was getting even more confused. Seeing the grin on that deathly face, he knew he was not getting answers on that front.

"And how does this connect to Ruby?" He asked, having enough of the side talk and wanting to get back to the original starting point of the conversation.

When you throw a rock into water, the ripples travel across the surface pushing everything on top with just a little bit of energy. So imagine what happens when a meteor lands in the ocean.

As Qrow's skin became even paler, Death's grin became wider, beyond human capabilities.

It sends powerful waves, waves that don't stop until they have lost their energy or been broken by something of equal strength. Until that happen, they will continue, pushing, destroying, and shaking up everything in their path.

Power is no different. When a powerful force awakens, it disturbs the world. Most can't feel it, but those who possess power can sense it. So it's only natural that the awakening of my friend would cause a reaction in the Silver Eyed warrior and her child, causing the birth to happen early.

"Will they be targeted?" Qrow could barely get his voice above a whisper, his fear messing with his vocal cords. "You once said that Power attracts Power. So tell me now, will this guy target Summer and Ruby." He nearly grabbed Death's cloak so he could shake the answer out of her, only to be stopped by her hand.

Why not ask him yourself?

"What?!"

I was planning to pay him a visit eventually. Every time he's awake it's a sign of events to come, and I intend to enjoy it. Besides, it would be better if he were ally. After all, your precious Summer Rose wasn't the only one affected by his awakening. Many things will be stirring, and not even you can face them alone my dear birdie.

With that, her form dissolved into a strange icy mist that broke apart and scattered, leaving Qrow alone to his drinks and his thoughts. As soon as she was gone, he downed half a bottle of whiskey. It took him nearly half an hour to collect himself and go back through the entire conversation, picking apart what was said and looking at all is options. He decided that there was still a lot he did not know, and the only way to get it was to go to the cause of it all.

"Might wanna take a few showers first." He grumbled as he finished the last drink and paid for it all. "If I'm gonna fly to Atlas, I need to be ready."

As he made his plans, he had to acknowledge that Death would be there right with him, watching with that knowing smirk. After all, he could never forget the first words she spoke to him.

I am Death. I am everywhere and nowhere. I am in the past, present, and future at the same time. I am never early or late. I am always on time. There is nowhere you can hide from me nor any time where you can escape my reach. I will always be with you even as I collect my souls elsewhere.

At the time Qrow had resolved himself to do whatever he could to avoid her, even if it was impossible. But now, if things are really going to get that bad, then maybe it was time for him to accept the cold embrace of Death.

Okay.

This was originally going to be longer and involve Qrow vs Winter, but decided to push that to next chapter so I could focus on my other stuff.

Half of this I came up with on the fly. Especially the part about the "old world". At the same time, I was looking for something to explain why Jaune's legend is not as well known or monsters worse than Grimm. Plus, you do have to wonder where those ruins you see in volume 1 and the game Grimm Eclipse come from. Like I said before, I would really appreciate some help building this story and it's world. Especially since I am considering changing Jaune/Alucard's back story. Here is what I am considering.

Before becoming the king of vampires, Jaune lived three times. That is to say, he was reincarnated twice. In all three lives he was a good person, who devoted himself to the death of the corrupt and evil in the name of god. However, when his third life was about to end on the execution block, he came to realize that it was all pointless, god had abandoned him, spoilers, spoilers, spoilers. Then he became Dracula. Should I stick to this?

Special thanks to Afro121 - Aries Rifter for helping me iron out some the details and motivating me to write this just so that I could see RWBY characters react to it in his fanfic. Ditto to all the others who have accepted my request to include this on their reaction fics. For those also writing RWBY reacts fics, this one is free to grab.

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