Prompt: "What if Kagome (...) met gorgeous, powerful Alucard?"

"If I may also add…we were supposed to be joined by a priestess who once fell from a star."

"…That sounded like a load of bullshit."

"Well, we did find the Sleeping Soldier and you are the Hunter and I am the sorcerer."

"That is not too far-fetched, Belmont."

"Ugh. Fine, we'll find this woman. Any idea where to start?"

"I…am not sure. It just stated that she will appear when we needed her the most."

"Great…"

Trevor bit back the urge to cringe when his heavy footsteps sounded in an long echo into the great vault. He glanced at his taller companion, "You sure this is a sanctuary?"

"For a time being, yes." Alucard drifted past the hunter, and climbed a nearby staircase. Gripping onto the whimsical designed railing he paused, "Father cared greatly of literature and objects he found compelling. I doubt he'd allow beasts loose in here." Without awaiting for further words he kept on.

Sypha was busy being distracted by the sights of thick, gold-leafed books among the walls of floor-to-ceiling bookcases. Trevor rolled his eyes at her sounds of awe, wishing for a flask of alcohol. Still, what the hell was Alucard doing?

He eyed the vampire hovering on the upper floor, "The hell are you doing, anyway?" Trevor comprehended climbing the stair, to poke his nose into the bastard's business, or perhaps he could just plank on the floor and go the fuck to sleep.

Suddenly he missed his furred cape. It was such a perfect pillow.

Alucard rose his head at Trevor's rough words, and hummed, "I am looking for something that is mine."

"Do I even want to ask?" grunted Trevor. He was prodding for a perfect spot to sleep—there was nothing that looked comfortable enough.

Snorting at the Belmont's question, the vampire kept on digging through the tinkles his dearly departed mother coveted through her old desk, "It was an object my mother wished to leave me on the day of my birth last year. I hadn't any chance to collect it, to honor her memory." Alucard replied.

The hunter made a sound that all but said his understanding of his reasoning. With his sensitive hearing Alucard heard Trevor scuffling for somewhere to sit and possibly nap. Sypha was helping herself with a book—not even his father would have a heart to bar anyone from pursuing knowledge.

He hadn't, ever since he met the love of his life.

A quiet sizzle hit the side of his finger, and Alucard's gold eyes brightened. There it was, in the mess of his mother's drawer—his mother could never keep anything orderly that aren't books and papers. He never did understand why his father hadn't taken it away from her, because despite its harmless appearance, it was a powerful artifact.

The fact that Lisa hadn't at all responded to its magic was telling of her kind heart. Only reason why she kept it, because she felt she was foretold to pass it to their beloved son. There was something about it, she said to him one day, that was truly precious and would bring him happiness like what his father had with his mother.

But, Alucard knew it was likely his mother being whimsical. She was like that, sometimes.

It didn't feel right not to keep it for himself though.

Curling his fingers around the pink bauble Alucard sighed and quietly wondered where to keep it. It's hard to disguise its power. It would be the magnet of the stalking demons if he couldn't find a way to conceal it.

It couldn't charm him like it would to common beasts and men—Dracula had seen to that that his son's wills would be formidable. Perhaps it would be worth a discussion with the Speaker, as he lacked knowledge how to properly shield it. But, Alucard shot a glance at the humming sorcerer and another at the Belmont who was fast asleep in a hard-looking chair, perhaps he could afford to wait just a bit longer.

They did need their rest, after all.

Their brief respite was over quicker than they hoped.

Despite Alucard's impression that his father's vault was to be left untouched, it seemed that the demons didn't agree. Snarling boomed through, jolting Trevor awake, startling Sypha to drop her third book, and Alucard to unsheathed his blade. "So much for a sanctuary!" Trevor spat, snapping out his trusty whip.

The vampire didn't reply, zipping into a blur to behead a number of approaching creatures. Fire blasted and barely didn't singed his coat, when it burned a leaping demon alive. Sounds of whip cracking tearing through flesh immediately followed.

It was a carnage.

"Shit, we're surrounded!" Trevor cried out, his arms growing fatigued from his whipping the bastards into pieces.

All it took was one nanosecond worth of distraction and one small demon snatched Alucard's precious gift from his mother from his pocket. Alucard froze in midair, watching as the imp swallowed the jewel. It was shrieking in laughter.

And it started screaming, white light bursting through the seams of its form. The group of slayers had to shield their eyes, or risked being blinded.

The howling stopped. The creature was no more, the imploding magic turning the unholy horde into nothing but ashes. The light curled into itself onto the gold-colored floor, with a moan.

The pink bauble bounced and rolled to Alucard's boots, but he paid it with no heed. He stared wide-eyed, as the slender form of a woman started hacking and coughing. Her words stumbled out in midst of her noises.

"ここはどこ？"

Feebly Alucard easily translated it into his own mother tongue, Where am I?

Sypha gasped at the outfit the woman wore, "The priestess! She wears the clothing from the East!"

Alucard found himself moving to help the supposed priestess, all the while wondering why he wasn't burned by this very magic that destroyed the demons. This was the gift from his mother?