Another Me Within You

Disclaimer: I do not own Rosario Vampire or any part of its franchise. I would also like to thank lord of the land of fire for giving me permission to write this.

This is a sequel to The Unsealed Vampire story by lord of the land of fire and The Unsealed Vampire: Tsukune's Revenge by yours truly.

So, how about that new manga chapter, huh? Quite the interesting development. Or so it is in my opinion. Please, I implore you, review this chapter.

Now that I am done wasting your time with author's notes, let us move on to the main attraction.

Enjoy:

How terribly, terribly annoying. Miyabi excused himself from the meeting he was holding with his lieutenants and began to ponder the information he had just been given. Tsukune Aono was alive, he was alive and under the protection of the Dark Lords. Those three have been a thorn in his side for far too long.

After reaching the privacy of his own room far away from any prying pair of eyes, he could finally let loose and refer to himself by his true name. Imagining that that impostor was walking around with his power sickened him. He had spent decades, no, centuries amassing that power. Right when he thought he could unleash it against the human world, the three intervened and succeeded in sealing him away from the world.

Alucard corrected himself: they didn't seal away all of him. Most of his power was gone, true, absorbed into that mass of tentacles that served as his slumbering main body. However, his consciousness still was present and saw the passing of the ages with a certain amount of anticipation. He had waited for far too long. Diverting Touhou Fuhai's attention by founding the Miao family was the only thing that had properly concealed his presence. Tenmei Mikogami was distracted with Fairy Tale and the threat they posed to his mockery of a school for monsters. And last but not least, there was Akasha. He feared her more than he feared the other two. She was the reason he stayed hidden for all these years, she was the reason he changed his name and vanished from the world.

Yet, when she was finally engulfed into him and forced to slumber alongside a part of him, he could do nothing. Why? Because Gyokuro had gotten ideas of grandeur and perfected a method to control him. Despite his best attempts at extracting that secret from her as both her leader, the masked king, and her loyal lieutenant, Miyabi Fujisaki, he never even came close to discovering what her weapon was.

To add insult to injury, mere weeks before he could finally find out how she schemed to bend him to her will. A mere insect, a human, an abomination born of Akasha's blood strolled into Fairy Tale, stole most of his power and awoke Bloodriver from her sleep. That ghoul had just dealt him the biggest blow he had felt in over 200 years and he didn't even realize it. A schizophrenic ghoul killed his main body, this was embarrassing. Now he would never know what Gyokuro had up her sleeve.

Ordering Hokuto to give information to the HLF had been a badly planned move. Gyokuro was suppose to speed up her plans and attempt to take control of his main body earlier, not let that freak of a ghoul consume most of his powers. Her failure had set him back quite a ways, that would teach him not to jump the gun.

The only benefit to all of this was that Gyokuro was no longer a threat to him after being removed from the position of leader, he would destroy the human world on his own terms. The thought of being someone's puppet was like a kick between the legs. He went so far as to offer the thief a place in Fairy Tale in order to get his power back. Under his supervision, he would have been able to direct that power in whatever way he saw fit or could just reabsorb said power. Since the thing didn't accept, he did the next best thing, he killed Aono and made sure that that power could never be used against him.

Now, he found out that Mikogami, sly manipulator that he was, took him away before his demise and healed the creature. This was simply preposterous, Fate was toying with him. The boy still lived, the thing still breathed and every gulp of air he took was another slap in Alucard's cloned face. To top it all off, if he tried anything out in the open, the charade would come to an end and the Dark Lords would be coming out of retirement just to throw him into his grave.

As things stood, he could perhaps deal with them separately, two if he was feeling really damn lucky but all three was a losing proposition. He couldn't very well take each of them out one by one, that would be like torching an entire field while standing in it just to kill a single rat. The rat would burn, granted, but he would too. There had to be another solution, something that would present itself to absolve him of all his problems.

As of now, nothing presented itself. He would just have to be patient, a way would always make itself known in due time. Regardless, events were escalating rapidly now, he could feel it. That boy was at the center of a changing world. How would things evolve from here? How would it all end? How would he deal with Akasha? He would just have to wait and see what the future held, as distasteful as that prospect was.

First things first, though, their was a traitor in the organization, and he had a pretty good idea who it was. Hanson had earned himself a lot of privileges and powers while Gyokuro was in charge, that was about to change. Only one question remained in Alucard's mind now: Should he deal with this discretely or make it a public execution? Choices, choices and nothing but time to kill, literally.

He also had to keep a close eye on lovely little Kahlua, it was obvious that she was relaying information back to her mother. For now, it was acceptable, no trouble would come of it so might as well let it run its course. There still was the small matter of Akua Shuzen, devoted assassin of the Miao family. Though he highly doubted it, she could become problematic in the future. The fact that she was checking in less and less with either the Miao or Fairy Tale did not bode well for the state of her allegiance. There was also the slight complication that she was his granddaughter.

Ugh, why did this have to be so complicated? He had been so close just a few hundreds years ago, now look at him: A shadow of his former self, forced to put on an act as two completely different people simply to keep his enemies unaware of his very survival, it was hardly fitting for one of his abilities and rank to be masquerading as both an underling and a leader that hid his identity. And of all the possible vampire clans that could have come out to oppose him, why did it have to be the Shuzen family, his own clan, that chose to stand against him? It simply wasn't proper.

With a sigh, Alucard promptly focused on dealing with the traitor in his midst. All other concerns would have to wait another day to preoccupy him further. He exited his room and made his way through the Fairy Tale compound he personally directed. Several soldier saluted the head of Fairy Tale, Miyabi Fujisaki, as he walked by. Once again, it was time to hide in plain sight. At least until those pests were dealt with. One such pest had just wrapped up a meeting with the Chairman of Yokai Academy.

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Tsukune focused anew and allow the blood whip to form in his right hand, the process was still very painful. With a deep breath, he steadied himself and launched the whip at the dummy target which was cut in half by the blood weapon. With a small smirk, Tsukune allowed the blood to dissolve and return into his body by way of the wound he had created in his right palm.

Reaper laid there and yawned, obviously unimpressed at the show of power. Tsukune was thankful that his darker alter-ego did not try to distract him this time and force him to lose his focus and thus his own weapon before he could attack. Since reemerging from his broken psyche, he had made it his goal to keep the brown haired ghoul from successfully hitting his target. What was he up to? What made him stop?

The answer presented itself mere micro-seconds after he finished that thought. "I swear, are all you witches and wizards so perverted? Be honest. I mean, seriously, a whip? Why did you skip the ropes and chains, too mild? Oh wait, my fault, I guess you kinda got sick of it after our numerous sessions inside our head." He was back all right, and sadly, he was inn rare form today. Now he was feeling self-conscious about using that whip.

"Hold on, we don't know any other wizards or witches apart from Yukari and the Old Man. How do you know they're perverted?" Now that he thought about it, it simply didn't make sense. Odds were he was just making this all up. If that was the case, he would be able to shut him up by calling his bluff. It was a unorthodox tactic but life was about trying new things... Boy did that come out wrong.

"Firstly, yes it did come out wrong, glad you acknowledge that. Secondly, if you'd have paid more attention, or just had a lot of time to ponder past memories like I do, you would notice that Yukari wasn't exactly acting all that wholesome while around you and Vampire Dearest. My guess is she was dreaming of being that third wheel in the sack."

No, it couldn't be. Yukari had always seemed so pure, so innocent, She could not possibly be that out there and mature when it came to that kind of activity. "What the... Are you censoring your own thoughts? It's not that hard, just think the actual word. Don't refer to it as "an activity". No wonder I'm so twisted and sick, Freud was right all along! You are one repressed boy scout, buddy boy. I feel sorry for you, I really do."

Great, he could see it from here, yet another tool added to Reaper's long arsenal of mentally taunting weapons. The best he could do was go back to training with his weapon. Unfortunately, Reaper's comment left a mark on him and he simply couldn't resolve himself to using that again. He was going to have to think of another weapon.

Perhaps he should go with a sword. "Phallic symbol ahoy, captain!" Fine, no swords. How about a spear? "Please refer to previous taunt for more information, sucker." Dammit. An axe, there's something he couldn't make into a double meaning. "All you need now is a cabin the woods and a plaid shirt. And don't forget to cut up some wood while you're at it. Ha ha! Wood. I love myself." Once again, Tukune Aono stood corrected, cursing Fate was becoming a regular habit of his now.

"While you're looking for something that I can't possibly ruin for ya, and I wish you good luck on that, I'm going to show you just how right I was about that little comment. Remember the Chairman's assistant? Ruby was her name, I think." Tsukune nodded as he tried to think of a proper weapon he could use.

"I got a feeling she wasn't all that normal, what with her choice of clothes. She's a wild one, I can feel it in my bones. You best steer clear of her if you value that innocence. Too bad, I know I would love to party with her. Perhaps, almost as much as with Moka. And cue the outrage in three, two, one..."

"Don't talk about Moka like that! I love her beyond anything else in this world and I know you feel exactly the same way seeing as how you are me." He held his head up proudly, he had finally just backed him into a corner, there was nothing he could retort to that. Now to sit back and enjoy watching him squirm.

"Note the almost, Einstein. As for Fossil over there, he either lost the drive or never had it, so he doesn't count. Now that I'm done, still no ideas about your weapon of choice? I vote whip because I think it fits ya." Out of the question, he needed something that could take out humans quickly. But what? Oh how he wished he still had his AK 47 with him, things would be so much easier...

Eureka! He had it. He quickly turned to another wooden dummy and raised up his right arm with his pal open and facing the target. With his left hand, he came to stabilize his right arm and began to focus on the blood coursing through his right hand. He envisioned pressure building inside his veins, contracted a small amount of his blood into a minute pellet of solid blood. He continued to build up the pressure as much as possible for several more second s before he released it.

The result was having a small bullet of his blood blast out of his hand like it had been fired by a regular weapon and headed straight for the dummy. On impact, it did something Tsukune could not have predicted. It exploded, blowing everything within a 6 meter radius to dust. Less effective than a Bazooka but much handier.

Reaper almost went for the "this is my rifle, this is my gun" joke but decided against it. Instead, he whistle at the devastation caused by a minute part of his blood. "Now I know what I want for Christmas." Tsukune was too busy staring as his palm in disbelief and groaning at the kick his newest weapon had on his shoulder to properly gawked at the small crater where the dummy use to be like his evil counterpart.

"Impressive, to think you would start pioneering in new techniques so quickly is mind-boggling. I do like the explosive touch, quite definitive." The Old Man had materialized next to Tsukune and was looking at the carnage with a hint of a smile. Tsukune, on the other hand, was seriously spooked by his latest achievement.

"How is this possible? How did I do that?" The elder Blood Mage took a few seconds before answering with a now full blown smile gracing his lips, he was almost giddy and that was scary. He took Tsukune's Holy Lock in his hand and brought it up to the brown haired boy's face for a little bit just as he began to explain.

"That is no ordinary vampire blood coursing through those veins. That is Akasha Bloodriver's power you hold in your grasp. As long as your blood remains dormant inside your body by that seal, it acts like nothing special. However, once it leaves your bloodstream, it is free to take on it's full devastating power. Seeing as how you absorbed Alucard's power as well, the result is not surprising at all. You indeed do have the makings of a First Ancestor."

Alucard? Why did that name sound familiar? Where had he heard it before? The weapon of mass destruction at Fairy Tale HQ! When he stormed the Hanging Gardens with his men to destroy the weapon. He looked back at Reaper who was whistling innocently while staring up at the sky and the surrounding nature. What was he hiding? "What exactly is Alucard?"

The question seemed to surprise the Mage, he turned to Tsukune and eyed him suspiciously. "He was the vampire the three Dark Lords fought and sealed away. You didn't know even though you drank his power?" Tsukune's schizophrenia was worse that what the Mage would have expected, for him to completely black out when he turned into his alternate persona was a surprising twist.

"You caught me. I admit it, I fibbed a little. But look at that power, don't tell me it doesn't give you a warm fuzzy feeling on the inside. No need to thank me, it was truly a labor of love. With this baby, you can blast any vamper who thinks he's to good for us. Starting with little miss I cut through solid steel. Ungrateful little, she never shared that technique and that pisses me off." He ignored the rest of Reaper's rambling. So he consumed the power of two vampires, he could live with that. He could even become a First Ancestor, that would be nice... What was a First Ancestor?

"Um, what is a First Ancestor?" His mentor was now staring at him with eyes as wide as saucers. This kid was definitely a piece of work. He had just taken possession of the most impressive power in this plain of Existence and he had no idea what it was? He was something else entirely, how he managed to survive thus far would forever remain a mystery to this master of blood magic.

"Goodness, boy. How did you manage to get this far without knowing this?" A sheepish look met his bewilderment. No matter, he would explain. He sighed and held the bridge of his nose as he fought off the impending arrival of a massive headache. "A First Ancestor is something of a super-vampire, they are part of the earliest generations of vampires to have ever walked the Earth. If you were to compare the average vampire with a First Ancestor, in terms of power, it would be like comparing a lizard to a dragon. Very well, I'll admit that is a bit of an over-exaggeration but the general idea stays the same. However, here's the trick: the power of a First Ancestor cannot be inherited, it has to be passed on by a large transfer of blood that may potentially kill the original First Ancestor if he donates too much. The age, size and strength of the receiver plays a big part in the First Ancestor's survival in such cases."

There still was an anomaly with that reasoning, he had never received blood from Akasha Bloodriver, he was sure of it. The only person to have ever donated any of her blood for his survival was. He left that thought hanging as he slowly mouthed his next question carefully as though he were walking on eggshells. "Is Moka Akashiya a First Ancestor?"

The response was an affirmative one. "Rumor has it her mother injected her with that blood in order to prevent her death after her birth. Hence, it would be logical to assume she became a First Ancestor in the process." What was left of the order made it a point of honor to keep watch over promising candidates or powerful individuals with extremely strong blood. Observing the Dark Lords had been a main interest for them. As difficult as that task may be, some stories slipped every so often, and Moka's birth and ascension was one of those stories.

"I see." Tsukune was having a bit of a difficult time processing this information. He knew she was strong, but to hold that much power was inconceivable. And he was suppose to have that much power as well? It simply didn't feel right at all. Not after all the pain he had caused this world, he did not deserve this.

"Quit your whining, this isn't a pity-fest. You've just been handed ultimate power on a silver platter and you're still crying over being influenced by me? You're a piece of work, boy scout. We could be out painting the town red and you're sitting here punishing yourself by going on a suicide run in the hopes of redeeming yourself. What a waste."

He finally snapped out of his thoughts to realize that his alter-ego had made a very good point: he now knew the basics of blood magic. In other words, his training was done and he couldn't afford to sit around and let the HLF get away with murdering innocents. He had a duty to end this massacre as of immediately. "Really? Is that all you got from my little pep-talk? I was telling you to quit while you're still ahead, not go jump in deeper. I'm too good looking to die."

He ignored his darker side's pleading and begging to stop and went about packing his things for the trip to Lilith's Moutain, only to be stopped by his mentor. "Were do you think you're going?" It was less of a question and more of an accusation. Still, Tsukune did not waver under the covert pressure and answered point blank.

"My training is over, now I have a job to finish." He took a moment to bow with his hands joined together in a show of thanks and respect. "Thank you for giving me the tools I needed to ensure the success of my quest. I will always be grateful for helping me in my time of need and rescuing me from Akua Shuzen."

The heartfelt thanks he gave was being openly laughed at by the elder. Tsukune raised his head in confusion, he didn't recall saying anything funny. Was it something he did? Was something wrong with his appearance? Did he not properly follow etiquette? Great, now he was feeling more than a little embarrassed and self-conscious.

When the laughter finally died down, the old man finally saw fit to answer Tsukune's internal questioning which was made evident by his facial expression. "Pardon me, I didn't mean to laugh like that. It's just that you are not nearly ready enough to fight the HLF. Oh no, for that to happen, you would have to learn a few other tricks and be able to assemble your very own army."

Now the ex HLF leader was practically fuming with rage. How dare he lie to his face by telling him he would offer a solution to his plight. He believed him, he trusted him. Now it turned out it was all just a lie aimed at benefiting the old man's goals while simultaneously diverting Tsukune from his. He had lost precious time he may never get back, and for all he knew, they could have killed even more innocents while he was training. "You said you would help me!"

Seeing Tsukune's anger growing was enough to end any remains of that jovial laugh. In it's place was a somber and serious look. "That I did, and I intend to keep my promise. I was simply saying that you would need more than my help in order to achieve what you seek." The reply soothed Tsukune's anger somewhat.

"In that case, who can help me, then?" This had better be good, if it wasn't, he would wash his hands of this and just with the original plan. He had had enough of being manipulated by every other person around him. He was not some pawn people could play with and toss away after he outlived his usefulness. There were days where the line between his foes and his supposed allies became hard to distinguish.

The elder paused for a second before pointing his finger at something behind Tsukune. Said brown eyed boy followed the finger's trajectory and turned around to come face to face with two individuals he had never seen before in his life. "I believe that is the very reason why these two have come such a long ways." He then addressed the foreigners. From the way they dressed, Tsukune guessed they were Chinese in origin. "I trust you had a pleasant trip?"

This caught the strangers by surprise, it seemed they didn't expect the elderly man to know about them. Both were teenagers in appearance. One of them, a girl, nodded with a large smile. As for the other, a younger male, he too nodded after hesitating a little more than his companion. They appeared to be related, perhaps siblings.

"You are Tsukue Aono, correct?" The woman spoke once more, her smile never fading. Apart from seeming a bit stiff, she looked normal enough. He didn't detect any malevolent intentions and no surge in aura. Also, if the old man wasn't by their presence, there was a good chance they were no threat to him for the moment. Time to see why they were looking for him. "Yes. Who are you and what do you want with me?"

The slight bit of irritation still present in his voice went unnoticed as the younger man snapped out of his confusion and eagerly came to shake Tsukune's hand. At the same time, he introduced himself as the brown haired ghoul was slightly taken aback by this sudden show of friendliness. "My name is Fangfang Huang." However, Tsukune was still in for a bigger shock seconds later when the stranger continued. "I'm here to ask you to join my family."

Reaper was laughing, the old man's expression was utterly neutral, Fangfang's older sister bowed her head in shame just as Fangfang kept on shaking his hand with vigor with a hopeful gleam in his eye. As for Tsukune, in all the eloquence he was generally known for, he made sure to communicate his misunderstanding at the situation for it could not possibly what he thought he heard. "Huh?"

The old man picked the perfect time to do proper introductions. "Tsukune, these people are part of the Huang crime family. Best known for keeping monster presence and exposure in the human world at a minimum while at the same time making a profit and staving off the Miao family's schemes." As expected, immediately sprung forth the raised eyebrow, he had no idea who the Miao were. "The Miao are a a crime syndicate dedicated to the destruction of the Huang family and all it stands for, they fully back Fairy Tale."

That was all Tsukune needed to hear, if these people were fighting an ally of Fairy Tale's, they could be counted among his friends. At least he no longer felt awkward shaking Fangfang's hand: He didn't want to marry him, he was just terrible when it came to communicating. Still, one question persisted. "Okay. Why are you seeking me out now?"

It was the older sibling who spoke this time, her embarrassment had long since faded to give way to a confident smirk. "The Huang Family is planning to assault the HLF headquarters and put an end to their wave of terror. We were hoping you could provide support for this mission." Bingo, it was an army he required and it was an army he would receive, things did tend to work out on occasion.

How did they know he was Reaper? How did they know where to find him? A Dark Lord was obviously involved if not all three of them. A smile came to his lips as he replied the following to the older Huang sibling. "Of course. Count me in to help."

Fangfang took it from there. "Excellent, I knew convincing someone of your caliber to my family would be wise. We just need to travel to Hong Kong and assemble the rest of the assault force and we'll be ready to go. Again, I'm so glad you accepted my invitation, you won't regret it. I promise you that much."

Tsukune wasn't exactly sure how to put this. He agreed to help, not become a mafia man. So he may have directed a terrorist cell while going through a difficult time in his life, that did not mean he was willing to go against the law and join a crime family as of now. That hopeful look in Fangfang's eye would have to be squashed before he got any big ideas. But how to put it gently? "I agreed to help with the HLF, we'll see about the joining your family bit later, alright?"

He still looked just as happy and full of joy. "Of course, no pressure. We'll discuss this later, my friend. For now, we must leave for China. Shall we depart?" He was getting a little ahead of himself. Tsukune still had to pack and say goodbye to his mentor and make sure everything was in order before he could travel to another country.

One look behind him and he realized the elder blood mage had slipped away in the middle of the conversation in order to bring out Tsukune's things. He arrived with a few essentials packed in a light backpack and it seemed the old man wanted to add something else to his traveling equipment. In his hands, he held a rather thick tome that was ornamented with red leather. He extended the book and Tsukuen took it.

Inside were a few spells he had heard the elder mentor mention and a considerable amount of pages that were still blank. "This is the basic knowledge our brethren has accumulated over the ages. It isn't as grand as some of the libraries we used to possess prior to their destruction but it holds the important stuff. I entrust this to you in the hopes that you shall never forget what you have learned here and that you will further your know-how beyond what we have previously achieved at our peak. No need to thank me, simply take a look and do some experimenting whenever you have the time, that will be recompense enough for my efforts."

The brown haired ghoul took another gander at the book before putting it away in his bag, he vowed to contribute some knowledge and to keep the discipline alive for as long as he existed. With that, he asked if he would ever see the old man again. The only reply he received was a bit cryptic and made no promises.

Then, with a heartfelt farewell and his two newest companions respectively named Fangfang and Lingling Huang, he set off an open clearing where waited the Huang family's privet jet. In a matter of minutes, they were up in the air and headed towards China and the city of Hong Kong. Reaper had long since vanished into the confines of his mind and enjoyed some quiet alone time during the flight, time he utilized wisely to catch up on some much desired sleep.

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Hanson laid in a pool of his own blood at Alucard's feet, the once Fairy Tale operative was now barely alive and having difficulty breathing. It was the first time they had met face to face, at least in these given forms. As soon as Hanson saw Miyabi approach him, he instantly knew who he was. Unfortunately, it did him little good and he had no time to warn his boss of the impending danger.

As for Alucard, he had to admit he was a bit disappointed. He was aware that he would crush Hanson but he expected more of a fight coming from a clone of Mikogami's, the Exorcist must have been growing weak in the relatively peaceful position he now occupied. Funny, it would be duplicates of the original entities that would fight amongst each other. Alucard wasn't expecting him to have been the Chairman's clone, though it did explain how he was capable of hiding so well within the folds of the organization. All it took was a single second of assessing Hanson's abilities and he came across that exact same twisted signature one of his arch-foes possessed.

It hardly mattered now: Hanson was dying, Mikogami was still unaware of the true danger that lurked in the shadows and his death was going to be passed off as a random accident. It was a certainty that a new mole would take his place. Alas, it would take time. Time during which Alucard could now plot with the up most tranquility.

Oh, it seemed that Hanson had just exhaled his last breath. With it emerged a single name that demonstrated a moment of absolute clarity amidst the proximity to death. He whispered a single name, the name of his killer, the name of the one he had struggled to keep sealed during his time at Fairy Tale. That name was Alucard, and Tenmei Mikogami would ever know.