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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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Victor Sloan

"Keep your head still."

"No – no, no, no – "

Ruby kept turning her head left and right whenever the vampire tried to bite her. Eventually, the vampire roared in frustration before grabbing her face with his hands and forced her to look up at the ceiling. Grinning at her, he hovered above her on all fours and leaned down, "Yeah, that's better." He opened mouth wide, fangs baring. Ruby's eyes broadened at the sight, a few drops of saliva dripped down onto her neck, and she screamed as loudly as she could -

Suddenly, a few gunshots could be heard outside.

And then the door to their room slammed open.

There was a voice. "Get away from her."

The vampire turned round to face a scowling middle-aged man in a grey suit with a cane, holding a handgun aimed at the vampire. He also had an eyepatch strapped over his right eye. "What the fuck?" The vampire exclaimed furiously, "Hey, what's the deal? I paid money – "

He was promptly silenced when the man at the doorway pulled the trigger. The bullet embedded directly into the vampire's forehead and Ruby screamed when the vampire burst into a spray of blood, staining the bedsheets and floorboards. Fearing for her life, Ruby anxiously watched the man approach her side quickly before he hastily undid her bindings, much to her surprise. She didn't recognise this man; he was in his late forties, perhaps. But the shiny rolex watch on his wrist and the sterling silver shirtcuffs confirmed her suspicions that he was definitely not an ordinary person. Maybe he was a vampire, too?

She whimpered, but the man spoke first. "Don't ask questions, just come along quietly." He said, without looking at her. He grabbed her arms and was starting to lift her off the bed. "Alright, up you go."

"No...don't…" She shook her head. She didn't want to go with this stranger nor could she move much since the drug's effect still lingered within her. The strange man resorted in throwing her over his shoulders before he shuffled out of the room, and he began racing down the corridor, far away from the staircase where a lot of screaming could be heard down the stairs… "What's going on?" Ruby managed to grunt out, still feeling weary and dizzy.

"They're being slaughtered down there, that's what." growled the man with the eyepatch, "But never mind that, as long as they buy us time to escape, that's fine. Sullivan is retrieving the other girls from the other rooms." He added, "I don't understand. Things have been running so smoothly the past few years, and Travis brings in a new girl and suddenly all hell goes loose. I should have known it was foolish of me to trust the lad."

She mumbled, "…Wait a minute…You're…"

He gave her a sideways glance but said nothing as he approached the fire exit which was a mere right from the last room at the end of the corridor. He opened the door and there was Mary, looking all sweaty and dishevelled. "…W-Where's Travis?" She questioned, her voice was trembling.

"He's dead. Deal with it. Now get this girl out of here right now along with the others. We don't have much time."

Mary was shocked. "What about you, sir?"

"Let me deal with the creature."

She paled immediately, "NO! You can't possibly… you absolutely can't – "

In response, he narrowed his single golden brown eye at her, "Listen, Sullivan. Go with the other girls outside. Don't worry, the driver will know where he's going. I won't abandon the bar. Do you understand?"

She nodded hysterically while Ruby's eyes widened as she pieced it together. "Y-You're the..."

The man with the eyepatch gazed back at her indifferently. "Yes." He replied, confirming her suspicions.

Ruby gritted her teeth. Despite being drugged and feeling floozy, anger and bitterness had never surged through her veins so powerfully before. Almost immediately, she was snarling at him, "You creep! You make me sick!"

"Creep?" He said, "I am protecting humans from vampires. Sullivan, hurry up and get her out of here."

"Yes, sir." Mary seized hold of Ruby even though she was practically trying to fling herself at the man with what little strength she could muster.

"No, let go of me!" Ruby screamed, biting and scratching at Mary, trying to throw her off, but to no avail. She kicked and flailed as Mary began shoving her out of the fire exit and into the car park, where a black van could be seen with its lights on. Ruby screamed, "Alucard! Help me!"

….

He sniffed the air.

Ruby's scent was slowly disappearing. The scoundrels were escaping with her! Alucard dropped the mangled body and left the bar entrance, racing down the corridor with his gun cocked, his heavy boots skimming off the floorboards. "Alucard!" She was screaming, "Help me!"

He was almost there.

"Stop right there!" It was another one of the humans wielding machine guns. Two of them, in fact. The flow of humans being sent to apprehend him didn't seem to stop; they just kept on coming, bursting out from the kitchen, or the bathroom or even the closet with their guns blazing, shooting at him mercilessly. Alucard dived for them as they pummelled bullets into him; he was unfazed by the onslaught and grabbed one man by the neck and shoulder. He pulled with little strength, as if he was ripping a piece of paper in half, and he tore off the head clean off the shoulders, ignoring the blood that splattered all over his front and all over the walls. He let go, watching the blood dribble down from the walls like a water fountain, before he averted his eyes to the limp body; it slumped to the ground, and he gazed at the ripped flesh and the yellowish-white spine bone that was dangling out from the ruptured stump.

The surviving human screamed as he witnessed the gory sight. "Holy fuck! Oh shit! Oh my god! Screw it! I didn't sign up for this!" He turned and ran as fast as he could further down the corridor without looking back. Alucard wasn't surprised. That's what they always did. He gave chase without further ado with a twisted grin on his face. Despite the truth behind this mission, the thrill of the hunt encouraged him, sent his adrenaline racing, made him feel alive.

Eventually, the fleeing human rounded the corner and Alucard followed suit, but he came to a stop when he spotted a man with an eyepatch standing just a few feet from him directly in the middle of the corridor. The fleeing human was nowhere to be seen; perhaps he had escaped already.

"So, vampire… have you killed enough of my men yet? Satisfied your bloodlust yet? Or do you want more?" said the eyepatch man, as he removed his pipe from his mouth and puffed out a whiff of smoke from his ears, mouth and nostrils.

Alucard raised an eyebrow, "And what are you meant to be, old man?" He questioned, his slant smirk widening. The man was old, but younger than Walter; his hair was brown but flecked with grey, slicked back with careful applied amounts of hairgel. He carried an air of grace and sophistication in his actions and the words he spoke, but nevertheless, none of that would help him against Alucard.

The man spoke again: "I am the owner of The Counting House, a bar for humans and vampires." He muttered, giving Alucard a bow, "My name is Victor Sloan."

Alucard grinned at him spitefully, "I am not interested in who you are. You have something that belongs to me. Something very important...and I want it back."

"Important, you say?" Sloan said, "Then you must be the one known as Alucard. I'm sorry, but she's already gone."

With a snarl, Alucard lunged for the man but he was pushed backwards as Sloan hurled a flurry of daggers towards him; he took the entire brunt of the attack – the knives slammed into him and impaled through him cleanly, the tip of the knives sticking out of his back. He gritted his teeth, drawing in a hiss, and grabbed the handle of one of the knives but flinched and retreated his hand away immediately. It was blessed. "What are you meant to be? A vampire killer?" Alucard grunted out as he crouched down to rest on one knee, still with the knives embedded in him.

Sloan re-appeared in front of him, withdrawing a sword that was hidden within the length of his cane. "No, just someone who knows that when one decides to run a vampire bar, one must know the basics of how to protect themselves from vampires. It is common sense, really."

Alucard responded with a sneer, "Then why didn't you teach your loyal employees how to bless armaments? Not that it would have made much of a difference…"

"As long as I survive, that's all that matters." Sloan replied, readying himself as he watched Alucard rise back up. He scowled at him, "I've dealt with persistent punks like you. You think you can just barge in here and kill and drink as much as you like. Leave this place if you value your damned life."

Yet all Alucard did was hold his arms out as if beckoning him, taunting.

Sloan was unimpressed. "Very well. I will show no mercy."

Alucard chuckled louder, and lifted up his gun, aiming it directly at Sloan. This human sure was one cocky bastard. He fired at Sloan but he dodged; he was surprisingly fast for his age. Sloan reared back up with his sword and swiped down; Alucard's hand holding the Casull dropped to the ground, and he stared at the stump. The old man had cut off his arm all the way to the elbow. Blood was pouring out of the fleshy wound like a fountain. Before Alucard could retaliate, Sloan slashed at his gut with a quick horizontal swipe and Alucard was rendered to his knees, just when Sloan delivered the finishing blow by bringing the sword down on the back of his neck, severing his head in one quick motion. The head rolled to the ground and Sloan closed his eyes, as if he was offering his condolences.

"Do not underestimate me, vampire." Sloan murmured, as he glanced down at his bloody sword, before he protruded out his pipe which he had stowed away into his pocket safely before the fight. He gave it a rub and cleaned it, then turned round to leave. But suddenly, there was an iron grip on his ankle and Sloan turned round – he was too late – Sloan stared in horror at the mass of black shadows gathering at the headless body where a few red eyes blinked back at him, forming the shape of a large dog. "What the – "

The mouth of the dog widened and an arm, replacing its tongue, slithered out, wielding the same silver gun he'd seen the vampire use. BLAM! Sloan screamed when a bullet rammed into his arm, making him drop his sword. While he was preoccupied with the sword clattering to the floor, he didn't notice the two daggers that were flying towards his direction. "I think I'll return these to you." The vampire's husky, deep voice hissed out, and the two daggers plunged into each of Sloan's palm, pinning him to the wall. "Do you fear death now?"

Sloan cried out, watching with trembling eyes as Alucard slowly manifested back in front of him. "W-What are you?" He was stricken with terror, unable to move. All the vampires he had come across before had never rejuvenated!

"Tell me, human. What is the purpose of this place?" Alucard said; Sloan glowered at him, refusing to speak, and he snickered in response. "You are aware that I can just take all the answers from you? You don't have to speak a word…" And he stepped closer, exposing his fangs.

Sloan gasped in horror, just as Alucard clamped his fangs down on his neck. His scream echoed in the empty bar. Before Sloan blacked out, a single thought ran through his mind:

Joshua. I want to see Joshua again…

30 years ago.

"Dad, my neck hurts."

Sloan woke up in the middle of the night to see Joshua standing in the doorway of his room. He was rubbing at his neck.

"I think something bit me while I was sleeping."

"Bit you? Come over here, let me see." Sloan got up and switched on his lamp. Beside him, his wife was slowly stirring from her sleep.

"Hm? What's the matter? Josh? What's wrong, darling?"

"Mum, something bit me."

The teenage boy waddled up and stopped shortly in front of the pair in the king-sized bed. He removed his hand from his neck, revealing two small puncture holes. Sloan gazed at the wound while his wife blinked and tilted her head to the side.

It wasn't bleeding, nor did it seem infectious. They were just two little dots in his nape, like from a hole punch. "It's probably just a really nasty big bug, Josh. There's ointment for bug bites in the bathroom." Mum said. "It'll probably be healed in the morning, so go back to sleep, okay?"

"Okay."

…..

Joshua had always been a good kid. He was 15 years old. He did well in school. He had friends. He had a few female admirers. He enjoyed skateboarding and football. He liked playing video games and reading books. A gentle, good kid. But, a few weeks later that following night, Sloan went out to the garage to look for his son. He'd heard some unsettling news.

"Joshua?"

"Yeah, dad?"

Joshua was busy polishing the wheels on his skateboard in the garage when his father approached him. Sloan said, "…The Campbell's just told me you killed their dog."

Immediately, the boy stopped in his endeavours and looked up. "W-What? I-I…I didn't do it, dad. It wasn't me."

"Josh, this isn't funny."

"Yeah, I know. It wasn't me. Why would I wanna kill their dog?"

"Their daughter said she saw you lurking around the field on Tuesday night with their dog and now she's gone and told everybody. Is it that boy at school? What was his name…oh, Brian. Yes, is it that kid? Is he bullying you? Is he forcing you to do some things you don't want to do? If we go to the headmaster, we can – "

"…No, dad. I'm not being bullied or forced by anybody." Joshua replied, turning away from his father.

Sloan gazed at the boy, as he continued wiping away grit and dirt from the wheels of his skateboard. "Josh, you know you can tell me anything, right?"

Josh looked back up. "Yeah."

"Then tell me the truth."

"I am telling you the truth, dad."

Sloan gave him another scrutinising glance, but then sighed helplessly. "…..Okay, Josh, I believe you."

"Thanks, dad."

…

"There's something wrong with him." said mum, as she was washing the dishes one day. "He's gone all pale. He doesn't eat his food. He hates going out during the day…I don't understand what's wrong with him."

"That's normal; he's a teenager. They're supposed to hate their parents and think the world hates them."

Mum sighed, dipping her hands into the sink again. "No, it's not just that…It's been a few years, Victor, and Josh…well, he…he hasn't...well, grown."

Sloan put down his newspaper and removed his reading glasses, "Now hang on a minute, I'm sure we can – we can go see a doctor, or-or maybe it's just he's…you know, he's probably a…a…a late bloomer. You know, puberty and stuff."

As pathetic as it sounded, it was all Sloan could think of. Sloan and his wife had been arguing a lot these days. And Joshua had been quiet, reluctant to talk to either of his parents. The past few years, he'd been a bit of a recluse. His days were spent shut in his room, only emerging when it was evening, or night. He'd withdrawn into what Sloan believed was a rebellious phase of his life. But it was too bad his wife wasn't having any of their son's behaviour.

She shook her head, "It's been 5 years. FIVE YEARS. I've noticed, Victor - and I'm not going to ignore it! Josh…He-He hasn't…grown! He's been exactly the same! He should be what…twenty? Twenty one? He hasn't changed!"

"Stop it! He'll hear you!" Sloan shouted back, furious. There was a silence. He put his hand on the table, sighing. He had no idea what to do from now on. "We'll…we'll talk about this later. Please."

Yet Sloan's problems would only get worse.

…..

"Josh! What the hell are you doing?"

Sloan was running through the field; his wife had made him suspicious, and worried, to the extent that he had been following and spying on his son despite not believing the rumours, yet when he saw his son dragging a small dog along with him to the field, at midnight, he knew something was wrong. From his hiding spot behind the tall weeds and bushes, he sprang out and rugby-tackled Joshua before he could retaliate, and pulled his son away from the animal. But it was already dead, with a slit throat. The sight horrified him. "…What are you doing…?"

Joshua was trying to wipe at his mouth, "No, wait, dad, no – I – it's not what you think!" He yelled, but the damage was done, as Sloan pried his hands away from his mouth. He was covered in blood, the thick red fluid was spilling from the corner of his lips and dripping all over his chin.

Sloan stared.

At first, he didn't understand. The confusion was devastating. "What the hell are you doing?" Sloan raised a hand, as if he was going to slap the boy, but he managed to mentally stop himself in time when he saw Joshua wince in fear, bracing himself for the impact. "Drinking blood? What's going on in that mind of yours?"

Joshua slumped in his spot, helpless. "…I-I can't help it, dad."

He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "What do you mean you can't help it?" Sloan stammered out, fearing the worst. "You…You like drinking blood?"

"No!" Josh exclaimed, "… I…I have to. Or…Or I'll have this…this urge like I want…want to drink from something else. Because…because of…this."

When Joshua showed him his fangs, Sloan stared again, but this time, in disbelief.

And suddenly, he was yelling, "No…NO!"

Vampires couldn't exist.

How could they? They were just mythological creatures. But here was Joshua, killing animals and sucking and drinking their blood, because he was too afraid to kill and drink from a human, terrified of what he had become, and what would happen to him now. Sloan had really considered that Joshua was lying, or maybe this was his form of a joke, but even this joke was too much, and Josh would never do such a thing.

"Please don't tell mum." Josh begged, with his fangs and his lips drenched in blood, and Victor was truly afraid for once. "…I can control it…I'm not dangerous or anything. See? T-This is why I…I mean…Don't think I'm a freak. I don't want to drink human blood."

"When did this happen?"

"Remember that day when I came into your room…and I told you something bit me? It was… a long time ago."

"And you've…you've been doing this all this time?"

Josh nodded.

What now?

Joshua was his son.

What was he supposed to do?

"…I trust you, Josh." Victor said, "I won't tell your mum. Let's just keep this between you and me. If you… if you ever feel as though you need to drink, then - "

Joshua smiled. "That's okay, dad. I got it under control."

…

Dear Joshua, and Victor. I'm sorry, but I can't go through with it anymore. I love you both very much.

That was what the letter said. Nothing else. She'd even withdrawn half of their savings in their joint account, and packed her bags, and drove out of the driveway in their only car. He found the closet upstairs empty of his wife's clothes, shoes and her other belongings. "…That's it?" Sloan muttered, as he put down the letter, just as Joshua entered the room; he did not hear him go in, instead, transfixed with the letter. The letter seemed to taunt him as it lay on the table. He slammed his fist on the table and kicked over a stool. "THAT'S IT? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?"

"Dad!"

Startled, Sloan turned round, breathing heavily. "Josh! I didn't hear you come in – I'm... I'm sorry."

"It's okay, dad." said Josh, "…Mum's gone, isn't she?"

He twitched. Yes, his wife had just left but he couldn't show Josh that he was distraught. "…Yes. It's just me and you now." Sloan said, cradling his head in his hands. He took a shuddering breath and closed his eyes, "It'll be… Everything will be okay, alright? Don't worry. We'll be fine without her. Your old man's here for you. I don't know where we'll go after this, but… but I…I'll try and find a cure for you, okay?"

"Cure?" Joshua replied, "But dad, I don't think – "

"Don't start that with me again, Josh. I know there's a cure out there, and we'll find it." Sloan interrupted, but immediately, he felt bad for his outburst. He got up from his seat and brushed a hand through his hair, "Are you hungry? I'll go down to the butchers. You don't have to go hunting tonight. I'm sure they have something."

"…Alright. Thanks, dad."

Sloan placed his hand on his shoulder. "You're all I have now, Josh. Don't you leave me too."

Joshua looked up at him, and tried to smile.

No promises were made.

….

Many years passed.

"…Dad?"

"Yes, Josh?"

"I'm sorry."

"What? Why are you apologising?"

"For everything. If I didn't…well, become like this, mum wouldn't have left. And you don't have to look after me. You should…I dunno, go and find someone. Go hang out with your friends. I don't wanna hold you down in life. I mean, you're always either going to the butchers to get blood for me or-or obsessively looking up information about vampires and stuff for the stupid cure and its taking over your life, I don't want you to - "

"Josh, don't say things like that. I'm going to cure you, okay?"

Joshua bit down on his lip. "What if you can't find a cure?"

Sloan inhaled a shaky breath.

The truth was, he didn't know.

Josh mumbled out, "I'll be like this forever."

He added, "You have to move on, dad."

Sloan was clearly getting older and Joshua was clearly not. Being unable to age, Joshua had to keep a low profile. They'd had to move to hundreds of cities and even considered moving to America, but that option would be a last resort. Nevertheless, Sloan had told Josh not to leave his side.

He wasn't afraid of growing old and dying alone, he was afraid for Joshua.

Yet one evening, Sloan returned from the butcher's with a fresh pack of blood only to find the house empty. He dumped the pack to the side immediately and looked around. He checked all rooms in the house; he found that Joshua's belongings were gone. It was exactly like the day his wife had left him because she couldn't put up with it anymore.

"Josh? Josh, where are you?" Sloan screamed. That stupid kid! Did he seriously think leaving his father like this was going to help? Did he seriously believe it would help him move on? "JOSHUA?"

He was nowhere to be seen.

Suddenly, the phone rang. Without thinking twice, Sloan rushed over and picked it up. "Josh?" He yelled down the receiver.

"Hello, is this Victor Sloan?"

The disappointment to hear an unfamiliar voice was overwhelming. Sloan considered hanging up. "…Who is this?"

"My name is not important. What's important is that son of yours. He's a vampire, isn't he?" said the voice, and the phone slid out of Sloan's hand immediately, dangling by the coiled phone line. "Hello? Hello?"

Sloan bent back down to pick it up, his hand was trembling. "Is this some kind of sick joke?" He uttered out; he had to protect his son. No matter what.

"The truth is, Mr Sloan. We've been watching you. We know you've been struggling. And I want you to know, I have a cure."

Silence.

"Did you hear me, Mr Sloan? I said I have a cure."

Sloan couldn't believe it. "…What…cure?"

"There is a cure to vampirism, but I'm afraid you'll have to earn it. You see, it costs a lot of money, and I can't just give it away to ANYONE."

Sloan felt his heart pacing.

A cure?

But Josh was already gone.

No.

No, no, no.

Even if Josh was gone, he had to get this cure.

He'd find Josh, and he'll get the cure, no matter how much it cost.

"Are you willing to do anything for it?"

Willing to do anything? "Yes, even if it costs me my life!" Sloan barked.

"Hm. I see. Very good, Mr Sloan, very good. Let's meet up in person, shall we? I can tell you more about it then. Maybe I'll even show it to you."

"Wait – how much will this cure cost?" He asked. The man on the other end of the line told him the figure. When he heard it, Sloan couldn't believe his ears. "What? That's…That price is impossible! How will I - "

The voice on the other end of the line chuckled, "Then, Mr Sloan, I can only suggest that you get... creative."

He stopped drinking; Alucard let go of Sloan and removed the daggers that were thrust into his palms. He dropped to the ground, twitching and convulsing weakly. Clutching at his crushed neck while rasping and gurgling helplessly, Sloan stared up at Alucard as the vampire knelt down beside him. "Did you find your son?"

Sloan looked down glumly. This was his final moments; being killed by a vampire? Yes, he had believed this was inevitable. He raised his gaze back up to the vampire, and shook his head.

"It's been at least thirty years."

"...Yes, I know."

"And you haven't given up?"

"I believe he is still out there." Sloan replied, before squinting his eyes at Alucard, "Who are you? You are a vampire, but you came here, not to be served, not for the blood."

Alucard laughed loudly, but did not reply to his question. "You have an intriguing history, human." He said, still doubling over with mirthless laughter, as Sloan lay in a pool of his own blood, which Alucard was slowly starting to lap up the rest with his tongue. "But you have been deceived. There is no cure."

Sloan stared up at him with widened eyes. "…No cure?"

"The only cure… is death! If you wish to cure your son, to end his suffering and his pain, then you should drive a stake through his heart, shoot him with a silver bullet, or decapitate him!"

"N-No! I can't… I won't! Y-You liar!" Sloan roared viciously, "You lie!" The man watched helplessly as Alucard stepped over him, still chuckling humorously as he manoeuvred towards the fire exit; a certain bride of his still needed to be rescued.

"You have been blinded by your pursuit of the so-called cure that you have wasted your years, and for what? You are a wretched man with dreams, Sloan, but tonight, I have taken everything away from you! You have nothing!" Alucard snarled, the smirk on his face widened to a considerable extent. "Instead of dedicating yourself in earning money for a non-existent cure, you should have been looking for your son. Then perhaps…you need not die so miserably tonight."

Author's Note

Sorry there were no Alucard x Ruby in this chapter. I wanted to bring a bit more to this story aside from the whole mate thing; so this was a little side story. If you are confused –

A man named Victor Sloan, had a son (Joshua) who was bitten by a vampire when he was 15 (this was 30 years ago prior to the story). At first, Joshua satiates his bloodlust by killing animals and drinking their blood. A few years pass and Joshua doesn't seem to age. Eventually, he is caught by Victor who witnesses him drinking blood and finds out he is a vampire. They keep it a secret from the mom, who eventually leaves because she cannot cope with Joshua's not-aging thing. Victor and Joshua move around together for years and keep a low profile; Victor is motivated to find a cure for Joshua until Joshua decides to leave because he feels he is dragging down his father in life. On the same day upon Joshua's disappearance, Victor receives a phonecall from a mysterious man who tells him he has a cure but it will cost him a lot of money and to earn that money he must get 'creative' (ie, this prompted him to start up the vampire bar).
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