Beyond †he Darkness (Hellsing)

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In the flaming chaos, Alucard had Angelica steered to a nice car and pushing her into the back seat with him. The driver looked in the mirror, nodded and began to drive. Walter, the Angel of Death and killer butler to Hellsing, was Alucard's fix-it man extraordinaire.

All items not necessary on her body went in the front seat. Still available but not in Alucard's way though he would tell you it was to make sure Angel was comfortable. Angelica struggled in his arms to sit up.

"Alucard! I'm not a defenseless baby!"

"You are drained dangerously low and I am not having you collapse, like you did with healing the Wild Geese," Alucard snapped.

Angel pursed her lips then said, "Aah...I don't want to give you a fat head but you are completely right Alucard. I have never done the two together."

"My Master is becoming much more agreeable..." he purred.

"Alucard that sound is quite disconcerting..."she replied. "You're a vampire, the very No Life King and you think it's cute?"

"Not every sound made is a death knell, male vampires purr and females coo. There are even a few vampires that can produce both pleasurable sounds," Alucard shifted the young woman in his arms.

Soon enough Angelica fell asleep on the ride back. The Elder Vampire carried her in and the driver brought the equipment in. Silently he ascended the stairs to bedroom. As Angel slept, Vampire King had food ordered for her when he felt a tug in his mind.

It was Sir Hellsing. He was needed in London immediately.

At that moment Angel woke up at full attention. She rubbed the top of her hands as they itched, "You're needed, aren't you?"

"Da pisoiașul (little kitty)..." the Eldest Vampire said with a frown. "I will hurry back so that means you do not take on field work."

"Yes Alucard..."

"You sound somewhat like one of my late children, Mihnea..."

"Sorry Vlad," she said sheepishly.

Alucard shrugged, "It is the long dead past as are my children. Time continues whether you like it or not."

The First Nosefatu created a swirling, inky black portal then stepped through and was gone. It was that moment Angelica realized, how much she would miss him, even if they bickered like old married couples.

Angel took dinner in the study that connected to a library. She was searching for any local vampire stories that maybe had some bits of actual events or truths. She didn't know what she was looking for but just knowing might help blend in.

It didn't take long for a type of dismay to hit. Three vampire stories: a Count Saint Germain who may have been Jacques Saint Germain when in New Orleans.

Then there were two brothers, John and Wayne Carter, from the Great Depression who kidnapped and bled the kidnapped victims out slowly. They had been exceptionally strong and their bodies were discovered missing from the family vault.

Finally the Casket Girls of New Orleans which were nothing but sickly young women dubiously conned to leave France and go to New Orleans. They were called casquette girls due to the small chest coffin shaped like that kept their belongings.

Now Angelica was worried. How to find the Marquis of the cruel?

The real walking undead vampires had done a good job having their cattle think vampires may exist but not any stories, to definitely back it up. There was also a community of proclaimed human vampires but Angelica didn't care, if not behaving like the immortal ones.