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Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Old Gods

Disclaimer: Hellsing belongs to People who are
not me. I am making �0.00 out of this fic, it is written purely because I have
a burning need to create. Although I
would like to own Alucard . . . then he�d be mine.

Warning: this fic contains YAOI (GuyXGuy) a lemon and Bloodplay, if this offends or upsets
you do not read this, it�s that simple.

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Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Alucard/Walter hints of Alucard/Abraham Van Hellsing

Setting: Post all Manga and Anime

Authoress note: This came to me one stupidly warm
evening in May. Please note flashbacks to the novel Dracula are not going to be accurate, I�m
twisting the events to suit my story.

Italics mean either flashbacks or thoughts

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Chapter Three

The vampire wandered slowly through
the graveyard wondering vaguely at the strange beauty mortals gave to the dead;
with they�re marble stones and ivory statues. He�d seen the dead, the real dead
and it was not beautiful. So he had to ask why the mortals created this
illusion of beauty with the stone and statues. Yet not all death was revolting,
he smirked looking at himself he was years dead and still he kn ew he was pleasing to look at.
So lost was he becoming in his thoughts that he did not see the mortal man
until he was almost on top of him, luckily his abilities allowed him to remain unseen to the mortal; plainly speaking he jumped in a
bush. Cursing himself for his lack of foresight while at the same time
wondering if the mortal truly understood what it was doing he clambered
gracefully into a nearby tree.

The mortal had its back to him and
was clearly waiting for him to arrive. The mortal was crouched behind a head
stone staring fixedly at Miss Lucy�s monument. Did this mortal come to him to
beg for eternity? Or was it more pathetic, did it fancy itself a vampire
hunter? Watching the man made him smile, the crucifix, the bottles and the
bible in his pocket meant he was probably here to try his luck as a vampire
hunter but this did not arouse fear in the vampire, quiet the opposite it made
him laugh outright, this man was no young buck, even as a young man he wouldn�t
have stood a chance but reaching middle age he was even more helpless.

His laughter caused the mortal to
spin and glare right up at where he was but before words could escape the
mortal he leapt, landing heavily on the mortal�s chest. One hand captured the
mortal�s wrists holding them above his head, a bottle broke under his grasp and
burnt his skin but it was barley noticeable to the vampire.

�Monster from the pits of . . .�
the mortal man yelled before suddenly falling silent, gazing at him as if in
wonder or confusion, the vampire smiled

�Your name mortal, I would like the
name of one who thinks he can kill me,� the vampire hissed through his smile,
claws of his free hand tracing idle patterns across the mortal�s throat.

�Abraham,� the mortal spoke softly
�Abraham Van Helsing,� the mortal was frowning at him still looking immensely
confused �it really is you, I�ve seen the pictures yet . . . they do not do you
justice.� Abraham spoke softly. The vampire was confused by the mortal�s words.
He�d had people flirt with him on many occasions often saying similar things
but none of those had been at his mercy before, or if they had they weren�t
aware of it.

�You are in a very dangerous situation
mortal,� the vampire grinned making sure the mortal man got a good view of the
fangs that would soon tear him apart �and yet instead of pleading for your life
you compliment my looks. Tell me are you mad?�

�I am not mad vampire,� the mortal
twisted for a moment trying to escape the immortals grasp

�Do you court death?� the vampire
asked ignoring the mans struggles which stopped,

�I do not court death,� the mortal
seemed to calm down despite having a vampire on top of him. The vampire frowned
at him in confusion still, shaking off the unfamiliar thoughts the vampire
leaned down running the tip of his nose down the mortal�s throat, he felt the mortal shiver against him and that wasn�t all he
felt. It may have just been a reaction to the danger or the closeness of his
body but still the vampire was surprised that the human would feel lust at such
a strange time.

�You want this,� it was not a
question and Abraham renewed his pointless struggling, despite the fact he knew
he would not escape the grip of the immortal he had to struggle for his pride.

�I do NOT want this, cursed
creature. Damned prince,� Abraham hissed, flinching when the vampire pressed
down and slowly began to grind against him

�You are a strange vampire hunter,�
the vampire spoke not stopping �you say you want to kill me yet I know that you
lie, your body makes a liar of you Abraham van Helsing,�

he�d become distracted. A voice in the back of the vampires
head was screaming at him, trying to warn him that his grip on the mortals hands
were loosening, trying in vain to get him to pay attention. With a jerk the
mortal pulled a hand free and threw the remaining holy water in the vampire�s
eyes. The vampire reared back and it was easy for the mortal to free himself.
Both were on their feet in moments, the skin around the vampire�s eyes red and
burnt by the water.

�You are a daemon you hide in the
visage of an angel but you are a daemon. I will hunt you down and destroy you
cursed prince.�

Alucard
woke up.

The
vampire blinked as the room around him instantly came into focus; he was in his
room at Helsing he was not in the graveyard. He shook himself hard, why? Why
had he dreamt of that meeting, the first time he had seen Helsing. He swallowed
that was the moment when he had sighed his life over, for that was the moment
he decided he would either kill or have Abraham and his careless determination
and his arrogance had almost killed him. Abraham had sworn to kill him but had
lied he had not destroyed him; he had bound him and made him stronger, stronger
than he ever could have become on his own. Pushing the lid of his �coffin� up the
vampire rose out of it and stood in the dark room, he�d never bothered with
lights down here, in the old times he�d had candles but had long ago forgot to
replace them. It didn�t matter either way he could see perfectly it was just
sometimes even immortal vampires wish for light and now was one of those times.

It
was rare that Alucard would dream but when he did it was often memories,
memories of his capture, his imprisonment or memories of his life before this,
memories of Elizabeth.
Those were the ones that hurt the most for they were the most real and when he
woke he would roll over and find her gone, there would be a moment of blind
panic before he would remember; he sighed and started walking towards the upper
levels. He passed the kitchen and heard Walter and smiled; Walter, mortals
often caused him two emotions these days amusement and pain. Walter was one of
those rare mortals who not only caused him both amusement and pain but a
curious mixture of other emotions, emotions he thought he had lost when Elizabeth died.

It
was true he had �loved� others since her but it had been a shallow version of
what he knew to be love. Despite sharing a great deal with these others he had
still remained a separate entity from them but with Elizabeth it had felt like he was just a
smaller part of her, he became meaningless when she wasn�t there. He found it
was the same with Walter, he had discovered this just a few short years after
meeting the mortal and had tested it to find if this was true, he would stay
away from the young boy who flirted with him almost constantly and he would
find that he felt less because of it, then slowly over time it grew more and
more intense until it got to the stage where it actually caused him physical
pain to be alone. It was exactly the same as it had been with Elizabeth; when he had been sure of that he
had asked the boy

�Be with me, be with me in all
ways, be one with me�

The
boy had not understood and had refused. The blow had nearly crippled him; he
had hidden it well he thought and had since then stayed away almost permanently
but it was just to painful so eventually he went back. He just couldn�t help
himself and then he was imprisoned, cast away in that basement, that had been
near agony but he had survived through it and had returned to find Walter very
different to how he had left, but inwardly the �boy� had not changed at all. He
still felt the same, he still made the vampire feel
like a smaller part of something much bigger. Alucard smiled and stopped
outside the door to the kitchen listening to the butler clank about inside,
humans were so obsessed with what was on the outside, how they looked, they were so obsessed with appearance that they put it over
how they felt inside. Alucard knew Walter had somehow realised at long last the
intensity of what was between them, he had smelt the mortals physical lust many
a time over the last few weeks and knew that all Walter needed now was time and
occasionally a little reminder of what the vampire felt for him in return.
Opening the door Alucard entered the kitchen the old fashioned way.

�Vampire!� Walter looked for one perfect moment so purely
happy that Alucard couldn�t believe the human hadn�t realised what was between
them sooner. �Your up early this afternoon,� Alucard shivered the dream
repeating itself over him reminding him of what he had done to himself, he
nodded to the butler. �Alucard?� Walter asked �look at
me.� Alucard obeyed

Walter
frowned for a moment before feeling an invisible punch in the stomach; the
vampire in front of him had great red lines down his face, blood from his eyes.
The immortal had cried? But he didn�t seem aware of the fact; had he had . . .
another dream? Walter hated Alucard�s dreams, they were indeed rare but they
hit like an emotional tidal wave, once he�d sworn he�d heard the vampire scream
but by the time he�d ran down to Alucard�s chambers the vampire had already
woken and composed himself. Alucard blinked at him curiously and Walter felt
almost ill in a strange kind of helpless sympathy. The kind of feeling you get
when someone you love is suffering and there�s not a damn thing you can do
about it.

�Come
here, sit.� Walter instructed watching as he was obeyed; it amazed him at times
that the vampire would listen to him so easily, without question he was not
used to such trust in others.

He
pulled a tissue from his pocket and wiped Alucard�s face, Alucard simply
allowed the action closing red eyes as Walter frowning wiped away the blood, he
purred quietly enjoying the touch even if it was hasty and rushed. Walter
pulled away unnerved by the vampires reaction.

�What�s
wrong?� the butler asked sitting across from the immortal

�You
are allowed three guesses,� Alucard forced a smile

�You
had another dream,� Walter said Alucard nodded �I . . . I don�t know what would
help, I could offer you tea?�

�Just
talk to me,� Alucard smiled �your presence is enough to quieten my daemons.�

�Alright,�
Walter agreed and suddenly his mind went wonderfully blank on subjects to talk
about. He looked to the handkerchief in his hand stained with bloody tears.
Alucard had once told him that he wasn�t worth tears that he didn�t want Walter
to cry over him Walter smiled a little, he liked holding the handkerchief
holding vampire tears.

�Shinigami,�
Alucard asked drawing the butler out of his thoughts �a long time ago you asked
if I was willing to share anything with you, if you had to die to have any of me,�
Walter blushed �I wish to share something, you can stop blushing you dirty
minded teen its nothing of that nature although I�m sure we�d both enjoy
ourselves if it was,� the vampire smiled watching Walter�s blush deepen �I want
to share with you something that happened to me, something I have told no one
but everyone knows happened,�

�Alucard?� Walter sighed calming his mind and body enough to
actually hear what the vampire was saying

�I
wish to tell you how I came to be here,� the vampire answered unable to meet
the mortal�s eyes,

Walter
was floored, even the Helsing diaries never went into
detail how Abraham had captured Alucard. The Helsing diaries that had been
penned by Abraham often annoyed Walter, Abraham had been obsessed with beauty
in death, it absolutely enthralled him that Alucard
was dead and beautiful. Walter growled under his breath parts of those diaries
read like a teenage girls love diary, other like porn.

�Shinigami?� Alucard asked Walter looked at him
and nodded smiling.

He looked at her and smiled.

He knew that she would struggle
maybe for a moment or so, but he also knew that her struggles were for show and
she did not really wish to escape him. He�d gotten to her, confronted her
beliefs which were slipping before he had even started and now under his
scrutiny her beliefs were practically obliterated. She was questioning
everything that she thought she once knew, she no longer trusted the men she
was with and her love for Jonathan was fading. He watched her as she started
towards him his smile widening.

He slipped into the room through
the glass doors and lifted her as she came to him. She let out a surprised
laugh and he put her down holding her to him. She would not struggle anymore.

�They�re coming for you,� she breathed
against him, thin arms tightening their hold �they know you�re here now and
they will kill you.�

�No,� he hissed, his arrogance
almost boundless �they cannot hurt me, or you.�

�Yes damned prince they can,� she
breathed and he flinched she had never called him that before, that was the
name Helsing had for him. �They can and will for I am helping them,� she was
weeping now

�Lady . . .� he tipped her chin up
so he could look at her, she looked wretched, grief stricken and afraid

�I�m sorry prince,� she held
tighter �I fear for my soul and I fear for yours that is why I have done this,
I have done this to protect you, because . . . I love you,�

�Mina!� the voice of Jonathan
caused both human woman and vampire to turn to the doorway away from the open
glass doors �Mina my love you are not yourself, he has poisoned you.�

Too late he realised that Jonathan
had been a distraction. Pain erupted in his back and chest, Lady Mina screamed
as if she to had been injured and his eyes raced to
her, she had not been hurt to his relief but looked horrified. Looking down to
see why she was screaming like the devil was clawing at her, the first thing he
saw was blood, then the wood that had pierced him, it hurt, god it hurt but it
was not fatal. It had missed his heart by a hairs breath, he could still live
through this, foolish hunters. But still such a wound was not trivial as he
wished it was for as he turned to confront his assailant the room span
sickeningly and he felt a strong fist connect sharply with his jaw spinning him
on the spot and sending him down. Absently he felt blood from his nose and a
weight in between his shoulders where Helsing had stood on him to hold him
down. He tried to lift himself but the combined effort of Helsing�s weight, the
dizziness from the punch and the nauseating pain from his chest caused him to
fail.

�Take her out of here,� Abraham
spoke softly, �wash the mark with this it will vanish,�

�But what about you
sir?� Jonathan asked, arms holding his
love as she fought against him trying in vain to get to the fallen vampire.

�I�ll take care of him; he�s half
dead now anyway.� Abraham�s voice held a smug smile

From his vantage point on the floor
the vampire could only see boots and tiny jewelled slippers as Jonathan lead her
away. He hissed and clawed at the floor trying to rise but Helsing�s weight
again stopped him. Then he felt himself lifted and through the sickening
dizziness, the ridiculous thought of Helsing�s appearance belaying strength
flickered through his mind. The man looked older than the others but he seemed
to be the strongest.

�you have lost prince,� Helsing
hissed, the vampire blinked trying to get his eyes to focus on the mortal man
inches from his nose �no nightmare lasts forever,� the vampire was knocked back
by another hit to his jaw, he felt bones crunch under the strike. But he was
caught by the collar before he could fall again �she�ll never belong to you,
you have nothing left now. Miserable no life King everything you had is gone,�
Helsing stopped and grinned, letting his catch drop back to the floor. He
watched as the immortal managed to rise to its knees.

His head was still spinning, his
chest and back felt like it was aflame, if he could get the wood out he�d be
able to fight; he would not die here, not now not after so long. His stomach
rolled inside of him and the pain grew more intense as he reached to the wood
and pulled. A kick to his gut stopped the attempt and his arms gave beneath
him.

�Will you stop,� Helsing snapped,
the vampire winced at the words, they were not spoken in anger but desperation,
�I don�t want to kill you monster.� So that was why he had sent Mina and
Jonathan away, not to spare her the sight of his death but some other fate. But
if he wasn�t going to kill him then what, what else could the mortal possibly
do to him? Helsing knelt down to be level with the immortal that was getting
back to its knees

�Such fire to keep going when all
is lost to you; but please Vla . . .� he was cut
short when the vampire spat blood in his face and slashed across his face with
gloved hands.

Using the bed to pull himself to
his feet the vampire growled, his jaw healing rapidly, he would pull the wood
out then rip Helsing apart. When that was done he�d follow Mina, he�d find her,
no matter where they put her he�d find her. A sound outside drew his attention
and his head snapped to the left, the quick movement making the room spin a
fresh. For the first time in years the vampire felt fear; more humans were
coming, he would soon be out numbered. He�d been out numbered before but never
when he was so weak.

Helsing had gotten to his feet and
was staring at the vampire, the carpeted floor was covered in the immortals
blood, he�d lost a great deal, near death, with a stake just below his heart
and soon to be outnumbered the creature still fought. He was perfect, he would
be perfect, all Abraham had to do was not kill him.
Going back down to the floor he kicked the immortal�s feet out from under it
and watched hiding a wince of sympathy as it fell to the ground again.

�you are mine now monster,� the
vampire managed to get his eyes to focus long enough to see three pairs of
booted feet coming towards him. His vision waned again and he cursed himself,
he would not pass out, if he were to die he would do it conscious and on his
feet, he would not die on the floor like an animal. Fighting once again to get
to his feet he didn�t see the final hit coming, all was blackness.

Seres
had come in towards the end of the short tale and had been listening avidly,
she seemed so upset and it showed on her face, her eyes were red and her
expression distraught. When Alucard fell quiet the young fledgling practically
leapt into his lap and curled on him wrapping thin arms around his shoulders
comforting. Walter half wished he was able to do the same, he wished his brain
would just turn off so he could obey his heart and instincts. He watched as
hesitantly Alucard held his child in return taking comfort in her mere
presence, reminding him that things were not what they once were and somewhere
in the back of his mind Walter decided that an immortal life might not be so
bad if he got to spent it with Alucard.

End of
chapter Three

Authoress note: I think Alucard got a
bit emotional in this one and therefore OOC but hell everyone loses it
sometimes, let him have a little emotional ventilation.

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