(March•Monster•Madness•2021)(slow🍋burn) (insert reader)You have been haunted with terrible nightmares since turning eight. The "demon king, as it's what you call him, " visits" you, in those nightmares. Not only that but trouble seems to follow y...
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~•Look out strigoi king, I'm coming to put an arrow or two through your dead black and greasy heart... † Alucard paces in the basement, in a foul mood. Damn that stupid priest! Usually their battles are amusing and help past the endless time for Father of Vampires. Not this time, you slipped from his grasp just when he found your whereabouts after thirteen months. † The first Nosferatu also knows more than he always lets on about the local freak population. There is a Werewolf society in London and clans throughout Great Britain. Alucard doesn't make a scene if they don't. † •Partially due to you... † The Vampire King ponders your whereabouts. You seem, for an American, quite well settled and familiar with Ireland and most likely Scotland. He would have known if you had stepped foot in London. Alucard's mind wanders to thoughts of you running free on the Scottish highlands and hunting Red Deer. † •Could you take down a mature, rutting stag yet? † He sighs, what does your hybrid form look like? Werewolves are often so mangy looking. It's if their fur doesn't grow right at a change but that's for a made one. You are a born wolf, so a large step above the rest. The only thing better is if you happened to be a Sanguinarius... † Poor little Sanguinarius, that you are. The Father of Vampires is going to fall 'hard' for you...
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"Conall, I need to borrow some antiques.." you announce coming in the door. † It's not 'Hi Conall.' or 'How are you mate?' It's where that blood soaked Tribal war club, that bashed the heads in, on two of his distant relatives and you need to "borrow" it. † Why don't you snatch his balls while you're at it?
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"Sa who ya kill'n this fine day?" Conall asks sarcastically. • "You wouldn't believe me if I told you..." • "Try m'e giddle..." • "I'm sure you have never heard of him," you shrug your shoulders. Conall is pretty straight laced and sticks to his business. • "Oh?" • "Tall, raven haired man dressed in Crimson red, goes by the name of Alucard," you reply rather nonchalantly. † Now Conall is not much older than you but a pipe smoking Scotsman (Hobbit genes perhaps..), so you know it's serious when his grandfather's prized pipe falls out of his mouth.
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"Ye daft yank!" he bellows. "Jesus H. Christ! Ye tak' the gory trophies an' be gone wit ye! Bring Hellsin wrath upun me family!" † (Writers Note:(? )Google docs is no longer correcting my Scottish dialogue...is that good or bad? The whole last sentence was left as is...) † You get a confused look on your face. What's Hellsing? Or better, who's Hellsing? † Conall shakes his head and mumbles, "my uncle's cousin's friend's baby sister dated a ...vampire. She would be pushing up daisies if there had been enough left of her to bury." † Conall grumbles as he puts petrol in your beat up motorcycle. He also wires the back licence plate on better, for you.
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"Red suits ye, rid'n in ta hell, ye re..." he scoffs. • "I thought it was Hellsing?" • "Hell...Hellsin wha thee dif? Ye funeral yank, nice ta know ye," Conall replies. • "Fuck you too Conall..." you smirk then flip him off. † You curse at the rundown bike, after the sixth kick to start it. Finally it comes to life and down the merry, narrow roads of the Scottish Highlands. † If the strigoi king works for Hellsing then maybe he can't follow you back to Ireland? You're human so you're not on any hit list that you know of. France was a thought but one look at the way you look, with tribal weapons and your rundown bike would just raise more questions than staying low profile. † Go Back to Northern Ireland and lay low? Yeah. † Well, your first delay is you can't get on the ferry at Liverpool as people are looking for you. A French mercenary, you later learn is named Pip Bernadotte and the Flying Geese. † •Who the fuck named this 'cocked up' bunch? † What 'throwing a wobbly' did Alucard do to have put you on Hellsing's radar? † Then you wonder why is this strigoi king looking twenty years younger and not so scary? † Conall seemed to hint Alucard, infamous Trump card of Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing, was under her control. So Alucard apparently age shifts for his boss and dresses terribly. That jacket and hat are deplorable. He's not getting ass or pussy, with that look. † •Wait, he's the strigoi king, so does he just brainwash you? † It must be harder to stash bodies this day and age. Hellsing probably cleans his messes up too. Damn, vampires exist and you have to have a nightmare to connect you to the biggest, baddist and worst one of them. † Is he really the first Vampire to walk the land? † Fine. Vampire King or whatever you are, 'I'm doing some research on you since I can't get to Dublin,' you think to yourself. You get out your a small tablet for reading fanfic and such. So begins the history of Vlad Drǎculea...
