Nosferatu Arc Chapter 3: Bird Meets Bat, a Hellsing + RWBY Crossover fanfic

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"Talking"

'Thinking'

Current ages

Winter-17

Weiss-2

Qrow-25

Chapter 3: Bird meets Bat

Winter was not having it easy. Though anyone who is perfectly fine after killing their own parent, no matter the circumstances, would need to be checked in and locked up at a mental hospital. All the other circumstances did not make things any easier.

Despite his atrocious character, Jacques was still the CEO of the SDC, the largest supplier of Dust for all of Remnant and an influential individual in politics and economy with many allies and enemies. With his death, there was chaos. Winter was lucky she was able to call both Hellsing and Ironwood to inform them of the situation. While the Atlas military took care of the body and relevant arrangements (Winter was only half surprised her new associate didn't eat the body, even in death Jacques was repulsive), it was Hellsing who took steps to ensure the SDC would continue to function. All that did was lessen the blow and ensure that Winter was found not guilty for acting in self defense without revealing any secrets and at the same time stop any plans Jacques might have laid out in his will. Of course, the fact that he was killed by his own daughter was perfect fuel for the media and all the hounds trying to take over. The chaos only grew with the reveal that he orchestrated the death of his own wife. To top it all off, his plot to make villains of the White Fang was exposed and the Faunus of Remnant were outraged. The entire kingdom of atlas was facing an unprecedented meltdown and the council were powerless to deal with it.

Winter was worse. As everything escalated, she became fearful of some sort of retribution. Be it for the blood on her hands or for being the biological daughter of Jacques, she could feel enemies closing in. From those who were trying to usurp the position of CEO, the different enemies her father had made, and the extremists. It got to the point where she was starting to break from the pressure, and an attempt on Weiss's life nearly drove her to the edge. That was when she was contacted by Walter, the Hellsing butler, who had returned from his business. He urged her to take Weiss and Klein to the old Schnee residence where her grandfather Nicholas Schnee used to live. In fact, it was where he and Integra worked together and eventually married. It was an isolated place, perfect for getting away and hiding from unwanted eyes.

The trio rendezvoused with the thin monocle wearing butler who escorted them to the location. It took time due to the remoteness and making sure that they were not being followed. The residence was actually a wooden cabin that was rather well maintained, albeit a bit dusty. It was big enough for the 4 of them with room for supplies and other amenities, not to mention the study that was filled with books and journals from both of her grandparents. It also allowed Winter to deal with another problem she was having, one that was probably more important than the others. The monster known as Jaune Arc.

After dealing with the immediate aftermath of Jacques's death, he started become more and more restless and irritable. Even if she could not see him, she could feel him, knowing he was always watching from the shadows, literally. There were moments of reprieve whenever she was in the company of outsiders. During those moments, it was as if he was studying them, analyzing their clothes, their weapons, their behaviors, everything that made them who they were.

But when it was just the sisters and the butlers, she could always feel his gaze upon her, judging him. It showed in their interactions as well. At first he was silent, almost distant. But lately he has been borderline disrespectful, constantly bombarding her with insults and sarcastic remarks. As if he was intentionally provoking her, trying to draw out some sort of response. Winter refused to give in, yet part of her was telling her that she needed to let it out, release her frustrations and anger and deal with the problems assaulting her rather than leave them alone. Unable to settle on a true course of action, she decided she needed some fresh air, so she left for a walk in the woods surrounding the cabin.

As a girl born and raised in Atlas, she was used to the cold environment. However, the wilderness was challenging even for her. She could not help but wonder how her grandparents ever lived out here as she clenched her coat closer for warmth. Thinking about them made her think back to the problem of Jaune. He seemed respectful enough when they first met. He even complimented her for killing Jacques, and for agreeing to his request of disposing of the body normally rather than force him to eat it saying "it would be a breakfast meal". But afterwards it just went downhill. It made Winter wonder if he was acting this way because of her own behavior. Did he think she was running from her problems? Yes she came all the way out here, but she did not see any other choice. She was only 17, and nothing the military school taught her could be applied to the situation here. Even her upbringing as a Schnee did not prepare her for this. Did he really expect her to face the mountainous challenges without risking a mental breakdown? She was a mere mortal damn it!

The sound of crunching snow broke her from her thoughts as she looked up to see a man wearing a thick black and red coat with the face covered by a hood. Always armed she pulled her saber out and raised it against the unknown figure.

"Identify yourself!" She demanded, taking a few steps to the side. The man responded by side-stepping in the opposite direction. This continued for a while, the two engaged in a stare down as they circled each other. Deciding to test the waters, Winter lowered her blade, aiming the tip at his chest, and took a step forward. He responded with a pair of throwing knives appearing in his hand. She charged forward, ready to thrust her sword and pin the man to the tree. However, he threw the knives right at her face causing her to dodge them giving him the perfect opening to move out of the way resulting in her blade being stuck in the tree. He followed this up with a series of sharp kicks that sent her flying several feet away still unarmed. Getting back on her feet, she expected her opponent to be closing in, but they just stood next to her trapped weapon, eyeing her. Adding insult to injury, he started backing up, moving away and giving her room to grab her weapon with his hidden gaze still upon her. Angered, she created a glyph under her feet allowing her to zoom back to her blade and pull it out. Winter then created several more glyphs aimed at her opponent. Each one shot out a flock of young white Nevermores. Just as she expected, he moved to dodge them. This time she was the one who took advantage of the opening and charged forward. At first she thought her attack landed, but all she hit was the now empty cloak. She searched for the wearer only to receive a drop kick on the head. Her aura took a sharp drop but she was still conscious and able to create another glyph that forced her attacker off her. Getting back to her feet, she turned towards him and was surprised to learn that it was the one and only Qrow Branwen.

While most Vale huntsman did not have much of a reputation in Atlas, Qrow was one of the few exceptions, though for less than savory reasons. She had only met him once personally and he left quite an impression. He was hired as extra security for an SDC at Atlas Military social event. Not only did he behave extremely informal and rude to both Ironwood and Jacques, he spent most of the time at the bar, ordering every single bottle of the most expensive drinks and charged them all to Jacques. He then did his job of protecting the civilians, while intentionally doing as much damage as possible to Schnee and Atlas Military property, with no repercussions to himself because of the fine print in the contract, which he somehow managed to sneak in past the Schnee lawyers. Despite her less than stellar opinion of him personally, Winter could not deny that he was an exceptional huntsman, and he had yet to even draw his sword against her.

"Care to explain why you're here Mr. Branwen?" She asked, showing the proper courtesies even in this situation.

"I don't think I will just yet Schnee." He replied, his voice mocking her own. "Or would you rather I call you Hellsing?" His words shocked her, not expecting someone who should have been an outsider to know that sort of information. It also gave him the opportunity to zoom right back in and deliver a series of kicks and punches that knocked her back.

Regaining her focus, she started striking again and again, yet somehow the older male continued to effortlessly dodge her. Part of her rational mind was pointing out how he was an experienced huntsman and only a foolish child would think they could stop an experienced adult by themselves. The other part of her, the part that had been under stress from recent events, wanted to take out all their frustrations on this drunk bastard. Guess which part she listened to.

She relentlessly swiped at him, left and right, up and down, criss and cross. Her assault did not let up, though all that the rugged huntsman did was dodge all while keeping that smirk on his face. Her assault paid off when she finally got her chance to actually hurt him. He had dodged to the side to avoide her strike, giving her the moment needed to pop out her hidden second blade and strike at him. When she felt it strike something solid and not air, she thought it was on the mark only to realize she had hit metal, not flesh. In the end, she merely made him draw his own sword for the first time.

"Lesson 1." Qrow grinned as he pushed back with his own weapon, forcing the young girl to use both of her blades to keep him at bay, though she still struggled to keep it that way while he was clearly going easy on her. "Only use your hidden trump cards when you know your opponent has revealed theirs." With that he pushed her back against a tree, pinning her there with little effort.

"What do you want?" Winter growled.

"Wouldn't you like to know." Qrow mocked.

"Am I interrupting?"

Winter looked behind Qrow to see Jaune standing just a short distance away, still wearing his black body suit, with a sharp grin on his face. Before Winter could make any retort, her attention was distracted by the serious look that appeared on Qrow's face.

"Finally." She heard him mutter. With no other warning he flipped over her, kicked off the very tree she was pinned against and flew at Jaune. The vampire grinned and pulled back his arm, ready to strike at the air borne human. Just when she thought that he would be stuck, something unbelievable happened. Qrow turned into a crow. His smaller and more agible form easily avoided the gloved hand that thrusted towards him and even landed behind Jaune where he turned back into a human. However, his weapons had changed into the fearsome scythe that had earned Qrow the nickname Reaper. The infamous weapon was spun around before bisecting the blonde in half, actually making him yell in pain surprising him and Winter.

Not only did the blade slice right through, the flesh itself was burnt with smoke rising from it. Even Jaune felt pain. But the attack did not stop there. With another spin the body was cut again, then again, and again. Over and over, Qrow sliced the flesh wasting no movement even fluidly going from scythe to sword back to scythe and then sword again, all so fast that the meat had yet to fall to the ground. When he seemed like he was done cutting, his sword popped out revealing a shotgun barrel which blasted an explosive round that gave off a bright light. When Winter got her vision back, she was shocked to see a pile of ash at Qrow's feet. The very thought that the legacy she worked so hard to revive could be so easily destroyed made her fall to her knees. She would have become distraught had she not realized something. Qrow did not look like a victor. Rather, he was still battle ready, his stance and weapon poised to react in all directions. To him, the fight was far from over.

"Impressive." Came the excited voice of Jaune from nearly everywhere in the forest. Then the ashes levitated in the air and started to liquefy into some red and black substance quickly expanding and taking on a human shape causing Qrow to jump back with both hands gripped tightly on his weapons ready to strike. "I did not think there would still be warriors with enough faith to properly wield a blade that could actually hurt me, much less one that received the touch of Death itself." That was when Winter noticed that the cross that was worn on Qrow's neck before was now slotted into the handle of his weapon.

"Fat lot of good that did." The huntsman grumbled.

"Don't be too hard on yourself." The blonde clapped. "Considering this day and age you are quite fascinating. Especially considering the fact that the stench of Death is upon you, yet you have clearly resisted her temptations." He grinned. "Many man have fallen to her beckoning calls yet you fight her at every turn. No wonder she was enamored enough to inform you of me.

"Except there's one thing that bitch never told me." Qrow growled, lowering his body a bit to ready for a dash. "Whether or not you're a threat."

"What if I was a threat?" Jaune asked, the grin on his face receding slightly.

"Then I might have to take Death up on that offer." Qrow growled back.

Jaune's expression went from joyful to stern in seconds. He stared down his opponent, measuring him up. For whatever reason, there seemed to be pity in his eyes.

"I doubt you'll need to worry." Jaune said, in an almost resigned manner, lowering his arms. "I thought my master had the same ruthless drive of her ancestors, but it seems that I misjudged. She's a disgrace to the Hellsing blood." Though the words were not directed at her, Winter still heard them, she felt them, and she felt enraged by them. "I do wish she had some of your resolve. One must be full of it to regularly converse with Death without succumbing to her will."

That was when it clicked to her. His behavior really was her fault. When everything got tough she ran instead of facing it. When Jaune's behavior got too much she tried to get away from it. Even when fighting Qrow she was just trying to get away from her problems instead of seriously fighting him. To Jaune, she may have the blood of Hellsing, but not the spirit. That needed to change.

"Well then." The reaper said sheathing his weapon. "Looks like my work here is done." He started walking away from Jaune towards Winter, picking up his coat along the way. When he was right behind her he stopped and turned his head to look at her. "Guess I'll be seeing you around Ice Queen." She could hear the smirk on his face. "Maybe next time you'll be ready for lesson 2."

"Next time," she growled back. "You'll be the one taught not to mess with a Hellsing as I pin you to the ground." She had enough. Everything went out of control because she did not grab the problem by the reigns. Though she would not admit it, had it not been for Qrow she would never have realized this. The least she could do was beat him in his own game.

"Kinky." He smirked. "I look forward to it." She heard the sound of wings flapping and knew he was gone.

She turned to Jaune, and saw that he had a smirk on his face.

"I guess you really are a Hellsing."

"Of course I am." She retorted. "So let us stop wasting time and get to work dealing with our enemies." Winter Hellsing had indeed moved forward, resolved to adopt the ruthless determination of her ancestor. After all, Professor Hellsing sacrificed and entire country just to capture Jaune. She should be willing to do just as much.

One week later…at the office of General Ironwood.

"So Ice Queen," Qrow said in a smug voice to a blushing red Winter. "Is this the part where you pin me to the ground and have your way with me?"

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