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Oh My Alucard	By : Fish_and_Chips Category: Hellsing > Het - Male/Female Views: 5648 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: No profit is being made with this story and I do not own Hellsing, it belongs to Kouta Hirano

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The Massacre at Harker Manor

"Mr Morris."

"Nghh…"

"Mr Morris?"

Someone grabbed his arm. It was a reflex - he flew awake with a rough jerk, and rammed his head forwards with the steward who reeled backwards, clutching at his forehead. The impact felt as though a brick had smashed into his skull, and the steward blinked groggily, looking at the passenger who had now awakened.

"M-Mr Morris…we have landed, sir."

"Oh, right…" The passenger rubbed at his eyes tiredly before glancing down to his lap where a light brown fedora hat had fallen off. He hastily bent down to pick it up and placed it back over his mop of fair hair, "That was a long flight…uh…where am I?"

"We have arrived in Heathrow, sir."

"Oh, right, right…"

The man named Morris quickly sat back up, completely unfazed by the fact that he had just headbutted a staff member. Morris was tall and somewhat lanky with a medium build; he exhibited a proud and wild demeanour as he dashed around the empty plane to retrieve his luggage. He reached up and pulled out a black duffle bag from the overhead bulk cupboard and thanked the steward who helped him.

"Thanking you, sir." Morris said, in his strong American accent. "Oh, wait, I still haven't finished that – " He picked up a cup in the holder of his chair which the steward was about to collect. It contained a bright orange fizzy drink, which he gulped down quickly. "The taste is funny, but I like it. What is it?"

"It's called an Irn Bru, sir." replied the steward.

"Iron brew?"

"Yessir."

He grinned, "Thanks. I'll be sure to have more during my stay here. I'll be on my way now." Morris brushed passed the female flight attendants.

"Thank you for flying with British Airways, sir. Please come again!" They giggled with their cheery tone as he rushed past.

He nodded his head at them in response, dashing out with his briefcase and bag slung over his shoulder to catch the airport bus that would take them to the departure gate. Once he was at the arrival, he glanced around expectantly. The airport was rather empty, except for a few passengers sitting in waiting chairs, staring vacantly at the monitors. It was night and there weren't many flights scheduled. He looked around, gazing at the gift shops and the security stations, staring at all the little Big Ben keyrings and Tower of London themed postcards. The UK was certainly different than the USA. It was colder and wetter and English accents were so strongly distinguished. It was then he saw an old man in a butler's uniform carrying a piece of card with the name 'Frankie Morris' on it in black permanent marker pen.

"Mr Frankie Morris?" said the old man with the monocle as soon as Morris approached him. "Descendant of Quincey Morris?"

"Yep, that's me." Morris took off his fedora and bowed.

The butler returned his bow. "My name is Walter C. Dornez, the butler of Hellsing. The Director and the Commissioner are waiting for you in a car outside that will take you to a restaurant for dinner. You must famished."

And in response, Morris grinned. "Nice."

Meanwhile.

"I feel like a bad guy."

"That's what guys do. Send you on a guilt trip when you reject them."

"I didn't reject him, Gwen, I just had… images."

As soon as she got home, she checked her voicemail and discovered that Pembury had contacted her; they wanted her to work a graveyard shift tonight. Despite the extremely short notice, Ruby phoned back and confirmed her attendance; she really had nothing to do, and she felt as though she had been slacking off since the short stay at Hellsing.

When she opened the door, the apartment felt stale and unwelcoming. She had gotten used to Hellsing even though she was told she would never return ever. She threw her bag down on the floor, took a quick shower, got changed into a new sweater and comfortable jeans, sat on the sofa and did nothing for the first fifteen minutes.

Then, she reached over and plucked up her phone. The person she consulted on the phone about her situation was Gwen. Not that Gwen was her first choice, but since the vampire bar incident, she hadn't heard from the girl. On the other hand, Gwen had also left her twenty voicemail messages screaming about how their favourite bar was now closed down forever, the owners, dead. Some horrible accident, her messages said. Some horrible nasty accident involving a robber, and now, they had to go find a new homeland for food and the occasional beer.

"Images? Like what?"

Ruby couldn't tell her that she kept remembering what she saw at the vampire bar. She wasn't generalising Alucard with the rest of the vampire population, but whenever she saw fangs…she got scared. Her heart would thump like thunder striking. She would not stop shaking. She would want to scream. And run. And hide.

But talking to Gwen about vampires was a serious No-No. Ruby tried to think of a more normal, everyday example. "Erm…well, you know when… you come out of a bad relationship, yeah? And then…when you meet someone new …you keep remembering, what happened to you in the past, and it makes you scared. You can't help it… but you're scared."

She awaited a response, but all she could hear Gwen eating something noisily on the other end. The girl was crunching vociferously, her teeth going clack clack clack with whatever it was she was chewing on; it annoyed Ruby to no end. "Yeah, I get what you mean."

"I was told not to see him again." Ruby mumbled out.

"What? Who said that? His dad? Or was it his mum? His mum actually forbade you from seeing him?"

"Well, it wasn't really like his…er…mum but, I was told – "

Gwen was gasping and wheezing, "That's not even funny. Family-in-laws…sheesh, mum's are scary. They ALWAYS have a problem with the girl their son is dating."

"…What should I do?"

"Sorry, Ruby, but it seems it might take some time. You need to learn to earn the trust from the mum, and you have to learn to trust the guy."

Ruby sweatdropped at the sound of Gwen's advice. "…I can't earn the trust of his 'mum'. Believe me, his mum hardly wants anything to do with me. I know what you mean by trust, but Alucard saved my life. He's saved my life many times now. Isn't that enough?"

"Yeah, so?" Gwen was still eating, chewing and chewing and chewing and chewing… "Has he met your parents yet?"

"Erm… no, and I don't think I really want him to…"

"Why? Why not? You think your mum and dad won't like him? Puh-lease. With his genetic facial structure, they'll want you to marry him and have all his babies. They'll be as beautiful as hell."

"Uh…Gwen…?" She could not believe what her friend had just said. She did not even know how to respond to that properly.

"What? It's the truth! That guy has the most perfect, angled nose I have ever seen - for a guy. I wish I had a nose like that." said Gwen.

"...…Sometimes I worry about you."

"Why, thank you, darling."

"Well, I gotta get ready for the graveyard shift. Thanks for the advice."

"No probs. When do you start?"

"In two hours. I finish at 6am. Wish me luck."

"Good luck. My shift is on Friday!"

"Okay. Bye Gwen, see you at class." Ruby hung up without further ado. Then she realised that despite the hour-long telephone conversation with Gwen, her situation hadn't changed at all and she was still as confused and unsure more than ever.

She inwardly wondered what would happen from now on. Obviously the vampire bar incident wasn't particularly of her concern anymore. Integra and the rest of Hellsing were working hard to investigate about the dagger, the symbol, Sloan and other things. They didn't need her sticking her nose in.

She sat alone in her apartment, cold and hungry. She hadn't had anything proper to eat ever since she came home, just instant noodles. It was just one of those times when she just wanted to sit and do nothing. Maybe gather up dust while she was at it too. Unfortunately, her graveyard shift at the new hospital started in two hours.

"….Why do I…feel as though I've just been dumped?" She mumbled under her breath, before she drew her legs to her chest and rested her chin on her knees to stare at her reflection in the black TV screen opposite her but then she shook her head and hastily dried her eyes.

Time to get ready, she thought, The graveyard shift beckons.

Harker manor. 2am.

Caelum strolled down the dark staircase leisurely, hearing his footsteps echo off the stone. Back up the stairs, and his legion were dealing with the rest of the household. He eventually reached the bottom of the stairwell and glanced around in the darkness. It wasn't a problem; he let his eyes adjust and he scoured the basement until he found what he was looking for – a long box in the middle of the large empty space.

Grinning, he calmly walked over and looked at it inquisitively, before bending over to clutch at the lid of the box, which he slowly eased off. The weight of the lid was not a problem for him; he heard the low rumble, the loud grating of stone gliding over a rough surface. Footsteps poured down the staircase, and soon, a questionable number of young men all dressed in black arrived in front of him, evenly spacing themselves out to form even rows.

"Ah, you're here." Caelum said, and the men nodded, awaiting their instructions. "See for yourself! The legends are true: once, he was a prisoner of Dracula, and then ultimately, his slayer. I give to you, Jonathon Harker, enemy of vampire-kind."

He lifted up the coffin lid to reveal a skeleton nestled within the red interior of the coffin, a greying, brown set of bones carefully arranged into a hunched position. The skull was covered in a thin layer of what looked like mould and fungus, its teeth jagged and splintering. What were supposed to be the arms were crossed, some bones too small and brittle that it had fallen through the ribs and onto the old silk it rested on. Almost immediately, there were jeers, hissing and mocking laughter from Caelum's legion, but he held his hand up to silence them. He added, "Of course. He is nothing now."

The laughter increased, until some vampires even spat at the grave.

"Stop!" He shouted, "Don't do that. Do not show him disrespect. Yes, he was human, but look – " and he pulled away at the arms that were stiff and hunched and they crumbled under his grip to reveal a rusted blade in its grip. "The very blade that cut Dracula's throat: Harker's Kukriknife. Behold its immense power. It is the ultimate weapon in eradicating the undead, imbued by the very essence of the No-Life King himself. But of course, it is blessed in case it ends up in the wrong hands. Hurry, Luther, bring her here."

The vampires reassembled themselves, allowing Luther to enter the tomb, dragging a young woman soaked from head to toe in blood by his side. He made her kneel in front of them with her palms spread out in front of her, and she glared up at Caelum.

"You fucking leeches!" She spat at him venomously, "I've already sounded the alarm! Hellsing are on their way!"

Caelum scoffed at her, "By the time Hellsing arrives, we'll be long gone."

"What the hell do you want?" She wailed, half-screaming, half-sobbing over the floor.

He smirked at her widely and said, "Please remove this blessing."

Immediately, the girl stopped glowering at him and crying and slowly, Caelum gestured for Luther to allow her to stand. The girl looked around, as if unfamiliar of her surroundings. Her brown pupils had a faint red tinge in them. She walked over to the coffin and muttered a spell. The faint gold glow from the blade washed away, and Caelum dipped his hand down, his fingers touching the handle. His grin broadened, and he pulled it out entirely and held it up in the air like a trophy.

His eyes settled on the Kukri knife in awe. "…Okay, we came for everything here we came for. Let's go."

"What about the girl?" One vampire asked, gesturing to the girl who was still standing on the spot, staring numbly into space, still hypnotised.

Caelum blinked at her, then smiled. He turned to Luther, who had been standing silently beside him. "Give me your knife, Luther." He ordered, and Luther did so as he was told, scooping out his small dagger from his belt. Caelum took it from him and handed it to the girl after feeling the weight of the blade in his hand. "I want you to kill yourself withthis."

The girl, in her hypnotised stupor, nodded and lifted the blade up to her neck. "Okay."

He patted her head. "Good girl."

Without further ado, she stabbed the blade into her neck and pulled, and Caelum let out a roar of laughter, as he watched her tumble to the ground. She dropped the blade, her fingers twitching as she lay in a puddle of her own blood. A few seconds later, she went completely immobile.

He inspected her before giving her body a hefty kick with his boot, blood gushing from her wound when he stepped on her slit neck. "…Is she dead? Yep, she's dead. Eurgh, just look at that mess she made." The vampires, except from Luther and Caelum, gave the corpse uneasy glances, sweating slightly as they ogled at the blood spilling from under the body. He gave her a few more kicks before he stepped backwards. "…Hungry, anyone? This is your last free meal before we go back to headquarters…"

Later.

The Harker family were one of Hellsing's previous, lesser-known allies.

And they were…attacked by vampires?

Integra arrived at the manor and stepped out of the car without waiting for the escort to open the door for her. The gates to the manor were crushed and the holy spell cast on them wasn't in effect anymore. She marched into the garden, gazing around the hedges and the statues all placed conspicuously on the front lawn. There didn't seem to be anything wrong so far. As soon as she arrived at the front door, she stared at it. It was ajar, swinging on its hinges, slashed in fresh blood. The lights were flickering on inside. She pushed the door open only to realise it was stuck. Pushing harder, she eventually opened the door to an extent so she could step in and saw a pair of legs lying on the floor, jamming the door. The rest of the body was missing.

The great hall was a mess; dead bodies were piled on top of each other. From what was left over, most of them didn't even resemble humans. A small child's arm could be seen sticking out near the bottom, the rest of the body most likely to be crushed. The entire grotesque spectacle looked like what leftover meat at a butcher's would look like. Walter accompanied Integra as she stepped forwards again, but she stopped when she caught sight of something gleaming under the flickering light from the ground. It was a shattered silver cross.

That was not all - above the corpse pile, on the wall, was a picture drawn in black paint - a dragon surrounded by flames.

As the Hellsing troops barged in and moved into their positions, a man in a suede suit and slacks entered the house and stopped beside Integra. He was taller than Integra, fresh-faced with shaggy blonde hair and blue eyes. He had a fedora hat that matched his jacket, which he removed upon the sight of the massacre.

"…Integra, what happened here?" He uttered quietly under his breath, staring wide-eyed at the scene. He covered his nose; the stench was too much. Even Walter seemed a little disgruntled and took out a handkerchief for Integra, but she refused.

"Morris," Integra began, "…I just received a message that the Harker's were attacked… I came as fast as I could, but…I apologise that we had to postpone our dinner."

"That's alright," He said, before turning back to face the symbol that was painted messily on the wall. "…Who did this?"

"The Black Flame Knights." Integra murmured under her breath, her teeth gritting, before - "Alucard!"

Within seconds, a tall vampire dressed in red materialised before her, and Morris leapt back a step or two while Walter merely re-adjusted his monocle upon Alucard's entrance. "Whoa!" Morris squawked, "What the – When did you get here?"

Alucard sneered at him while Integra directed her troops for the time being to inspect the rest of the manor. "What an intriguing reaction. Have you never seen a true Nosferatu before, descendant of Quincey Morris?" Alucard said, grinning at the gawking young man. "And here I thought the stories about you were true...You are a vampire hunter, are you not?"

Morris blinked at him wide-eyed. "Yes, I am, but I haven't seen a vampire who…who canwalk through walls."

"Then you have never fought a proper vampire before."

The man blinked; his ego had been shattered in less than five minutes, and in front of a woman, no less. He cleared his throat and pulled at his tie uncomfortably, then sidestepped to Integra and whispered, "Can we really trust him?"

"I trust Alucard more than I trust you." was her blunt reply.

Morris blinked and turned to the vampire who looked like he could not contain his amusement any longer. Perhaps the right thing to do was get familiar with the vampire. "My name is Frankie." said Morris and he gave Alucard his hand, expecting a handshake. When Alucard did nothing except tilt his head to the side at Morris' outstretched hand, Morris pulled back and coughed into his fist. "…I've heard about you, Mr Alucard. Pleased to make your acquaintance."

They were interrupted by Integra clearing her throat. "This is no time for introductions." She intervened immediately, "I am relieved to see that you are here, but I will properly introduce you to the rest of Hellsing later, Morris. For now, I would like your co-operation."

"Sure." Morris said, giving her a reassuring nod.

Integra turned to the vampire, "…Alucard, what took you?"

"There was a disturbance in Dover Street."

"Mi'lady," Walter began, "News of a disturbance in the Harker household was reported roughly the same time Master Alucard and Miss Seras were dispatched to Dover Street."

Integra thought for a moment, then she shook her head. "…It can't be a coincidence." She murmured, before – "It was most likely to have been a distraction."

"Distraction?" Morris asked.

"…To attract Hellsing's attention while they attacked the Harker's. There is no way this was a random attack carried out by the Knights of the Black Flame. They wanted something…and they know," Integra said, "They know that we are aware of their identities."

Just on cue, one of the soldiers who had been covering the dining room emerged back out, shouting, "Sir! You might want to look at this!" He exclaimed, "There is a passageway here – "

Integra hurried over, along with Walter and Morris, while Alucard merely stayed in his position in the great hall, left to marvel at the horrendous remnants of the Black Flame Knight's massacre of the Harker residents while Integra entered the dining room swiftly where she could see an opening in one of the room's walls – the secret passageway entrance accessible only by the knowledge of a secret code shared by the Harker's- she stopped beside the soldier who was shining the light from his gun down, revealing a murky, bloodstained staircase leading to a secret basement. Integra glanced down into the dark depths. From the light of the dining room shining down to the basement below, a severed arm on the stone floor could be seen, following a red, meaty slab on the floor and what appeared to be human bones still with little fleshy morsels attached to it.

Integra stared while Morris' expression scrunched up. They broke into Jonathon Harker's tomb…?

And another soldier was yelling, "Sir, there's a survivor!" He was crouching over a boy lying on the floor on the side in a corner near the parlour, his face obscured by his matted hair, drenched in blood.

"Check if he's been bitten."

A few minutes later of intensive scrutiny of the young boy lying on the floor, the soldier stood back up and shook his head. "He's clean."

"Get him to a hospital, quickly." Integra commanded as she began to make her way down the stairs into the basement, her eyes narrowing behind her glasses, "Which one is the closest?"

And Walter replied, "That would be Pembury Hospital, mi'lady."

Her pager was beeping, instructing her on the greyish-green screen to go the Casualty department.

Ruby adjusted her cap and raced down the corridor; previously, she had been monitoring sleeping patients but now she had barely time to think of what to do next as news of an ambulance pulling up with an injured family spread around. She went into the elevator, arrived at two floors below and ran past the small mental ward just to see two attendants restraining a screaming woman who was flailing and wriggling around like a helpless maggot, strapped in a straitjacket.

"I'm not crazy!" The woman was screeching, struggling furiously against her elastic bonds. "I saw it! I saw him with my own eyes! It was a vampire! It was crawling up the wall outside my room and-and then he went into the vents! There's a vampire in this hospital! Please, you have to believe me!"

Ruby stopped in her tracks and stared, until another attendant told her to leave immediately and wouldn't let her into the ward. Ruby left uneasily, thinking hard, listening to the woman's desperate screams echoing in her head. She was brought back to reality by the frantic beeping of her pager. She raced into the next elevator and took that down to the ground floor to casualty. A few gurneys were wheeled in, coupled with three paramedics on each side, yelling and shouting instructions to each other frantically. An actual casualty; Ruby arrived at the ward and stared wide-eyed as they wheeled the injured people past her - a limp arm dangled off the trolley side, dripping blood - One of the janitors came over and began mopping the blood trail up immediately while Ruby was called over to help from one of the nurses.

"What happened?" She asked.

"They were attacked in their own home by robbers. At the moment, two people are in critical condition. Their son has slight concussion but he won't say anything."

Ruby looked around the seemingly empty ward; during the graveyard shift, they were always low on staff despite the fact that the number of accidents that happen during the day were almost identical to the number of accidents at night. "Where are the police?" As if on cue, a squad of policemen swarmed in from the elevator.

"Reception will deal with it; don't mind them."

"Right."

"Can you look after the son for the time being? He's in there – " The nurse pointed to the pink curtain that was drawn around a random bed and Ruby followed the direction her finger was pointing to. "He's badly shaken. He has a few wounds but they're not too serious."

"No problem." Ruby said. "Leave it to me."
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