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Romance In the Red Moon	By : AmandaJean Category: Hellsing > Crossovers Views: 1907 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Hellsing or Trinity Blood, nor any character from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Authoress Note: I’ve been toying with the idea of changing the name from English to Romanian... “Romantism in Rosu Luna” It’s just an idea, so it’s up to you guy’s whether or not you want it changed.

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Chapter 2

The only sound in the room was the ticking of the clock and the barely audible hum of the recorder still recording. It was Professor Wordsworth who finally broke the silence when he said,

“Well what do you think we should do?” Abel tore his gaze away from the corpse, or now identified as vampire, and looked the Professor. Abel wasn’t entirely sure on how to answer that. A part of him thought that the apparent vampire should be destroyed before it could become a menace and the part of him that ruled most of his decisions didn’t wand it to be destroyed. After all you never know, it could be a good guy of sorts.

And he’s already learnt the hard way that you could be a real vampire, the dead kind, and still be something that protected humans. And for once he wasn’t thinking about Lilith. The one he was thinking about was a short little woman, kind eyes and crazy curves. He remembered fighting her, Cain was there and so was Seth. They tag teamed her in the war. Abel didn’t really know what came of her though.

“I’ll contact the Methuselah Empress to see if she has any information about this kind of vampire. After all, he’s definitely not a Methuselah that I know of.” Caterina calmly stated as she turned towards the door, her stride confident and steady only slowing down at the door to both open it and say,

“Make sure no one touches that corpse Professor, Father.” With that she was gone and Abel watched the door close before turning back towards the corpse and the Professor. Calmly Abel approached the slab where the corpse was laid out.

It was so thin, the leather restraining suit that was probably at one time tight was pretty much lose enough it could be slipped off the frail looking corpse with a gentle tug. Hair was more like brittle straw; Abel wouldn’t be surprised if it lost some on the way here. But how on Earth did the corpse look so preserved, despite the sunken features and colorless form?

“What do you think Father Abel?” Professor Wordsworth asked, Abel looked over to the Professor who was now looking at him expecting an answer. Professors could be so pushy sometimes.

“I don’t know… There’s something about him that sends chills down my spine, and I doubt it’s the good kind either.” Abel answered; he honestly didn’t know why he had chills from this dried poor creature. But there was something very raw about it that had his nanomachines considering it danger and with the feeling of needing to be liberated from it. Abel pushed down those feelings, ignoring them for the moment.

Without anything else to say Abel watched the Professor turn off the recording device with a reliable click and both of them walked out of the room, turning the lights off on their way out. Minds distracted and elsewhere.

And once again leaving the dried creature in darkness.

~ Vampires ~ Methuselahs ~ Terrains ~

Eight thirty in the afternoon a cleaning team consisting of two young nuns. They weren’t even aware that they weren’t supposed to enter this particular lab, though they did notice the extra life around the Vatican and the stress that seemed to come hand in hand with that extra life.

One young nun unfortunately had her period, though never before had it got in the way of her job. Only time they had to stay away or on guard was when they were aware that vampires were near. Though none of the vampires that stopped here showed any signs of jumping anyone with their period like her grandmother once believed. Though she was oblivious to what the corpse that located within the lab they were cleaning was in fact a vampire, and even in the state it could pick up the scent of blood. And she was clueless that already the dreams and hunger pangs were triggered within the unmoving corpse.

Once they were nearly done, they made a good and quick team, one of the girls finally decided to take a quick break and check the body lying on the only slab currently located within this lab.

“Hey, check him out. Pity I’m a nun, hot leather.” She said, laughing at her own poorly given joke as she ran her hand over the features of its dried face. She noticed the uncertain look showing on her friends face as she eyed the corpse.

“Sarah, you shouldn’t be touching him…” The nervous girl whined as she watched her friend who always had a curious nature look into the slightly parted mouth. Was it parted a moment ago?!

“Check this out though. He’s got fangs, kind of like a vampire. Never have I heard of a Methuselah looking like this. I wonder if he was hot when he was alive.” Sarah, the curious natured nun, carelessly laughed out not realizing that her finger was pricked right away on one of the fangs. Not big, but enough to draw one single drop of blood.

Sarah frowned at her finger for a moment before placing it in her mouth. She was aware of her friend moving towards the door with the cleaning supplies.

“We have to leave this room, we’re done you know.” Her friend said as she exited the room fully, Sarah moved to follow not even knowing that she gave the first drop of blood to bring a long since slumbering vampire to life.

The door slid shut behind them. Once more the room was in darkness. And now no one would notice the corpse that was in the room was now slowly healing to appear living once again.

~ Vampires ~ Methuselahs ~ Terrains ~

Virgin’s blood could do wonders! It truly could.

His senses slowly returned to him and the first thing that became known to him, however, was that he wasn’t in his dungeon at the Hellsing Estate. Even before he could think coherent thoughts he wanted to know where he was, his turmoil filled mind would only let him get that far as he woke up far slower than he would have if he had Hellsing blood as his first taste of blood. His normal wake up call.

His skin gone from being a dead grayish tone to pale deathly white and gave him the appearance of someone in his late twenties early thirties.

His eyes now filled his eye sockets allowing him to see once again.

His long brittle hair was now black and healthy looking.

And the heart that sat dried in his chest started to pump dust through his veins once again until he could receive stolen blood or freely given blood. Whichever came first.

The second he was capable of moving, he sat up and looked around to see where exactly he was, but he received no answers on his location except for one thing. He was in a laboratory. And Alucard was one who was fully aware of what could happen in laboratories and wasn’t familiar with this rather innocent looking laboratory, so he did the one thing he could think of at this point until he received answers was put his guard up. He could still remember what happened in laboratories, especially for his kind. And that gave him a healthy dislike for laboratories.

Scanning the room he noticed his gun, clip laying innocently by the handle and for the first time since he first touched the gun. The safety was on. And that wasn’t something he considered right. Not by a long shot, especially considering how he was towards everyone on the other side of that gun. He didn’t bother putting on his red jacket and decided to remain in his leather strapped outfit that was now tight enough to not slip off of him, but not yet as snug as it normally was. His hair cascaded down is back and over his shoulders giving him a demonic look when the faint red glow coming from controls across the room.

~ Vampires ~ Methuselahs ~ Terrains ~

“Are you sure you want to pull an all nighter, Professor?” Abel asked as he walked alongside Professor Wordsworth who seemed rather determined to learn more about their new guest and the coffin that came with it. Abel didn’t consider that to be a good idea, but didn’t voice his disapproval.

“Yes, this is quite interesting. The more we learn the more we know.” Professor Wordsworth answered him while punching in a code that seemed to have slipped his mind at the moment; he can be horrible with things like that at times.

Professor Wordsworth walked in first, familiar with this laboratory enough to let old comforts of being safe override caution. As the lights turned on Abel quickly realized that those old comforts were not very helpful at this point. There standing next to the coffin was a revitalized vampire pointing a rather intimidating gun at them. Abel put himself between Professor Wordsworth and the vampire automatically.

“Oh dear this certainly isn’t good.” Professor Wordsworth mumbled as he didn’t protest in being behind the taller priest. Abel drew his gun and pointed it back at the rather eerie looking vampire wearing a restraining suite; straps covered his body from neck to the top of the boots the vampire wore. Abel noticed the aristocrat features of the vampire and the way he moved and stood seemed to cry out noble in some way. A smile formed on the pale face, spelling out arrogance and a cocky undertone that Abel wanted to frown about.

“Who are you?” Abel demanded his tone colder then normal; it was one that he rarely uses towards anyone.

The smile on the vampires face seemed to grow in size as he asked in an unmoved tone,

“Who are you?” Abel simply frowned as he walked cautiously into the room to the side of the table where the vampire once was laid out on. He faintly wondered how this vampire seemed to wake up and look the way he does in such a short amount of time.

“Funny I asked you first, now who are you?” Abel replied coldly, keeping his gun trained on the vampire in front of him. The vampire didn’t answer right away; in fact he seemed mildly amused at the persistence being shown.

“Alucard. Now, Father. Who are you?” Alucard finally said a sneer present across his face. Abel frowned because of it.

“My name is Father Abel Nightroad, you’re in Rome.” Abel replied cautiously, telling the vampire Alucard where he was to save the question from having to be asked.

“Well Father Nightroad, what year is this?” Alucard asked, only addressing the priest in his proper title as a form of mockery. Abel was well aware of the mocking tone, but did nothing about it instead kept an eye on the rather intimidating gun still pointing at him. Abel may not be too familiar with guns as he was with old technology when needed, but even he knew that the gun would have a nasty kickback and cause a lot of damage to whatever’s being shot. He’d have to be careful.

~ Vampires ~ Methuselahs ~ Terrains ~

Alucard eyed the priest coldly for a moment; he was growing impatient at having to wait for an answer to what year it was. He’d know for himself if there was a calendar in the room. The other one who came into the room with the priest made himself be known, but Alucard already knew of his presence and nearly sneered at the fact that he was positioning himself behind the taller priest.

“The year is 3063.” The hiding one said while his pipe hung loosely from his mouth, Alucard frowned. Was that how long it was? Alucard went from paying attention to them for a moment to looking at the back of his free hand. The seals were gone! The Hellsing Family was no more! And his slavery to that family was no more.

He was free…

That left him with the unsettling question of ‘what to do now’. He was nowhere near strong enough to take the priest on even with his rejuvenating capabilities, he needed more blood. And Alucard doubted that he would be allowed to step outside this room. Not to mention the threat Section XIII better known as Iscariot if they still existed, and knowing them they probably did survive considering their stubborn history of not disappearing.

“Put down your guns.” A voice cut through his thoughts with a calm and nearly cold voice said. Alucard looked up with a frown, noting absentmindedly that the Priest had his own gun out and pointed at him with a steady hand. That wasn’t what Alucard focused on though, most would pay heed to a thing like a gun being pointed at them, but Alucard wasn’t most men. He wasn’t a man at all. So his main focus was on the fact that the priest had the audacity to order him around like his beloved dead master did. It was unacceptable!

“You first.” Alucard stated as he cocked his gun as a warning, not one to simply listen to someone who was in no way a master to him. And with no abilities to be a master. To his surprise, the Priest did the same. Most wouldn’t unless they were regenerators or insane and stupid. Maybe the priest was the latter of the two options? It was starting to seem like one of those corny stand-offs from old movies the Police Girl used to love watching.

“Now, now. Why don’t you both put down your weapons.” The other man who was with the rather tall priest spoke up saying, Alucard frowned at him slightly, but for the most part viewed him as nothing more than an insect that was unimportant and not worth listening to, so Alucard ignored him completely.

A voice caught his attention, Abel’s thoughts as he asked himself, 'Should I?'

And it would be rude not to answer, would it not? Alucard did so promptly, 'Should you? After all, there is a high possibility that I’ll fire my gun hitting you in the heart before you could raise your weapon again and react.' It was obvious by the increasingly cold expression; the priest didn’t appreciate the gesture. Of Alucard speaking directly into his mind, odd that he didn’t freak out like most men did.

“Remove yourself from my mind, Vampire.” Abel ordered coldly, but Alucard instantly picked up on the anger at the intrusion. It was evident underneath the coldness in the priest’s eyes. Faintly he compared the cold look this priest pulled out to one Father Anderson could.

Keeping up with speaking into the other man’s mind, 'Oh, but why? Father… aren’t you enjoying yourself in our little standoff of dominance seeking?' Alucard mocked. The frown grew on the priest; the man obviously took things a bit too seriously. Or maybe not as his shoulder was pierced by a silver bullet that burned, but not enough to have him rolling around in agony like normal vampires would. But Alucard wasn’t a normal vampire, not by a long shot. So he simply stood there as the bullet was forced from his body, ignoring the stinging pain the action caused. The hole in his shoulder was smoking and was slowly healing, far slower than it should. But it will heal soon enough.

The voice of the newest member to join this situation caught Alucard’s attention as she said,

“Father Nightroad, Lower your weapon.” She reminded Alucard of his Integra, a woman of steel only this one was woven in a gown of a Catholic. She had another priest with a stony expression with her, pointing weapons at Alucard. Alucard’s grin widened at the newcomers, showing off the many sharp teeth lining his mouth. Not giving away his mild shock for a second as the priest lowered his gun instantly. Curiosity was a big part of Alucard, but you could never tell when you first meet him. And few people knew him long enough to learn about his curious habits.

And it was because of that curiosity alone that caused him to lower his as well. But not disarm it.

“Now that this situation has cooled down slightly. Who are you?” The Catholic woman said, her attention clearly on Alucard who simply stood there smirking. He purposely picked up her thoughts as she noted, 'Something about him seems off and something about him is provoking Abel, which isn’t a good thing. The last time Abel was provoked he could have destroyed a whole city on his own.' Alucard couldn’t help, but wonder what was so bad about the priest being provoked?

“Alucard. Who are you?” Alucard answered as he cautiously walked to the table and picked up the jacket and put it on. His leather restraining suite shifted underneath the coat to his usual look, Alucard laughed slightly at the surprised looks he received for it. Even from the cold priest and the stony one pointing weapons at him.

“Cardinal Caterina Sforza, the Duchess of Milan.” Caterina introduced herself coolly, her standing in this room never wavering once. Not like the lambs he usually saw leading situations rather than proper leaders back before he was locked up for so long.

“Pleasure to meet you.” Alucard said, not really meaning it as he put his gun away. He could easily pull it back out quickly if he needed it. But he doubted he would at the moment.

Now that he was aware of two of the people in this room, there was still a couple he didn’t know. So Alucard made his next question quick and direct,

“Who is he?” Alucard probably could have read his mind, but couldn’t be bothered to.

“I’m Father William Walter Wordsworth who is also a professor and usually prefer to be addressed as Professor at the moment.” Wordsworth answered; Alucard noted the name and refused to address him as Professor.

Quietly Alucard heard Abel ask her a question about her presence within this room, one of which she promptly replied with a coolly toned,

“I contacted the Empress. She doesn’t know who he is, and neither does the Queen of Albion. Neither heard of him. The Empress herself is coming here, this caught her attention and interest.” Caterina’s thoughts provided more; 'This will go far in creating peace between us. If the Empire sees that we could be trusted even to safeguard the Empress herself.'

Alucard’s eyes narrowed slightly in contemplation while he couldn’t help, but think, 'Peace. A lot has changed, I’ll have to play catch up.' It wasn’t something he was fond of doing, but a necessary evil that Alucard was willing to do. Leaning against the table he regarded them for a moment, odd bunch and different, but unremarkably the same as what he remembered humans to be.

“I’m hungry. And I doubt you’ll let me eat anyone. So find me blood, make sure it’s donated so your conscious won’t be damaged.” Alucard decided to say, catching everyone’s attention well enough.

Before any reply was made at Alucard’s statement a young nun approached the self-proclaimed professor priest whispering in his ear causing him to gasp slightly as he turned around stating,

“They’re here.”
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