Title: The Rising
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Hellsing, Yu-Gi-OH, or BtVS. I am not making any money from this just the pleasure of writing it.
Summary: Stress levels at the Hellsing manor are rising and Seras is slowly becoming overwhelmed by everything. Now an ancient evil rears its head and Seras Victoria is the center of its attention. Her powers call to it and it will consume her if it isn't stoped. Seras needs help and training to control the powers she has received since becoming a vampire. Things seem to be spiraling out of control fast and Seras doesn't know what to do. So what will Alucard do? Alucard/Seras pairing. A time travel fic. A/N: I might take a few elements from Yu-Gi-Oh and maybe BtVS, for example monsters and such.
Chapter Two
A blue-green light flashed into existence in an abandoned warehouse on the south side of London. A piercing scream tore from Seras' throat as she landed in heap. The sensation of her body being torn apart and put back together was horrifying. She spasmed letting out a wracking cough and spit blood out on the floor. Her body shuddering from the strain the potion had put upon her. Gingerly she pushed herself up wavering unsteadily as she braced herself against some boxes waiting for her healing to kick in.
Broken glass littered the floor, the blood that had stained the walls and floor was gone. Moonlight filtered through a broken window, illuminating the small warehouse. The wind whistle as it swept through the small alley ways.
Seras shivered and began picking her way through the mess, stumbling along the way. She needed to find out the date, she needed to be sure she was in the right time. She cringed at the thought of taking the potion again.
I suppose displacing myself from the timeline I'm supposed to be in would be painful considering I'm forcing my body into a timeline that already held me, just an earlier version of me. Though the book never said anything about what would happen, but I guess if the person took the potion they wouldn't have been able to write the consequences down……Then again I may have obtained a bastardized version of it…damn. There's no telling what would happen.
Seras turned a corner and was startled out of her reverie by a large crash and a fountain of broken glass hitting the pavement. A blur of movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention as a man came hurtling out the alley, crashing into her. The smell of his blood excited her calling to the beast inside her, intoxicating her. A weak gasp of 'Help' escaped the man, tearing her attention away from the scent of his blood. The man lay besides her, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath. His leather jacket hung from him in taters, exposing his oozing wounds. His hair was tied back, inky black in color. His skin was a dark tan, giving him an exotic look with his finely arched eyebrows and full, pouty lips.
Seras jerked her head to the side when she sensed something drawing closer. "FREAKSSS," she hissed in disgust. "Abominations!" A deep, rumbling growl burst forth from her, starting in her chest. She struggled to stand up as her power leaked from behind her weakening shields. Black tendrils writhed around her, her eyes glowing red in rage. Two FREAKS came barreling out of the alley, stopping at the sight of Seras.
"Hmmm, what do we have here? A female, and a vampire at that," one mused aloud to himself. Turning his attention to her he snapped: "Who are you little girl? Do you want to tumble? Runaway little girl, this isn't your meal."
Seras hissed at him, baring her fangs as her nails lengthened to claws. She crouched low and launched herself at him, claws ripping through his face and chest. She leapt back, taking in the damage she had done in pleasure. Large chunks of flesh hung from him, blood gushed from the wounds splattering the alleyway. Blood dripped from her had as she brought it to her lips. Her tongue darted out lapping it up. Seras threw her head back laughing, her sanity slipping away under bloodlust.
"What now little sheep," Seras taunted. "What will you do matched to a true Nosferatu? Will you run in fear like the sniveling cattle you are," she asked as she began to circle them. "Your fear, it smells so wonderful. You weak compared to a mideon." The shadows in the alley seemed to lengthen and an icy chill took over the alley. The FREAKS trembled as she approached. They swung to face her, bring around the guns they held.
"St-st-stay back," one stuttered. "We'll shoot. Don't take another step closer."
"Oh? And what will your little toy do," Seras asked, her voice reverberating through the alley as she stepped back into the shadows, disappearing. She lunged from the shadows behind them. "Shoot me?" She laughed as they whirled on her bringing their guns around shooting a barrage of bullets at her. Laughing she dodged the bullets and disappeared into the shadows again. "Awww, are we scared? Do we want to leave now? Don't leave, the funs just beginning," she grinned ferally as the FREAKS began to back up slowly, franticly searching the shadows for the laughing mad woman. Her arm shot out grabbing one, her fangs ripping through his neck. A spray of blood drenched the other FREAK and Seras. Her teeth left his throat with a wet squelch, her delighted laughter echoing the thump of a body hitting the pavement as she was swallowed by the shadows once again. "Awww, is the poor little fake terrified," she asked. "Don't worry your death shall come soon."
Seras cackled madly, watching the last one scrambling frantically for a way to escape. She came up behind the FREAK. "Did you know what you were getting into when you attacked me," asked in a whisper. Her fangs glinted in the shadows and then she struck. Her claws ripped through his arm, shredding it. He screamed in terror and pain forgetting the gun he carried as he clutched his useless arm. Bits of flesh and bone that were missing from his arm were on the ground in a puddle of his blood. His blood gushed from the wound as he tried to escape her lunge. He panted in exertion as he barely dodged her attack. The FREAK became weaker as the blood steadily oozed from his arm. Seras lunged, sinking her fangs into the pulsating neck. She growled in frustration at the tainted blood, but it would do for now. Bloodlust slackening, she withdrew from the FREAK, letting his body go, and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand.
Seras staggered, the adrenaline rush wearing off. She wasn't going to last much longer and apparently neither was the man from what she could tell. His heartbeat slowing down significantly and I'm not going to make it much farther if I don't hurry up.
Seras collapsed beside the man. She gently slapped his cheeks and shook his shoulder trying to make him concentrate on her. His eyes fluttered open, his murky green eyes fixing on her.
"Are you a virgin? Answer me boy," Seras snapped. "I don't have the time left to dawdle. I'm weak and need some shelter."
"Yes," he rasped, "I am."
"You don't have much time in this life left, do you want to live? I can offer you a second life. Quickly please, I was weakened before I ever started a fight with those FREAKS and now my reserves are severely depleted, I don't have much time before I collapse. Well?"
"I accept," was his weak reply.
"This is where you close your eyes," Seras whispered the words her master had said when he turned her.
The last thing he saw was the flash of her fangs and her face as she bent over his neck.
Seras' eyes fluttered open. Her eyes were gritty feeling, like someone had cemented her eyes shut. She rubbed her eyes vigorously, refreshed from her sleep. The events of last night came flooding back to her as she stretched her cramped muscles. A groan caught her attention, drawing her gaze to her side. Her fledgling was waking up.