Alucard Hellsing x male reader
Blood flows like a hidden river, carrying the warmth of life, a crimson thread stitching stories beneath the skin.
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Integra’s heart pounded in her chest as she raced through the narrow vents of the Hellsing estate, the metallic walls echoing the frantic sound of her movement. Every breath felt like fire in her lungs, but she couldn’t stop—she couldn’t afford to. Behind her, Y/N struggled to keep up, his small hands gripping the edges of the vents as he scrambled through the confined space. She could hear his labored breaths, could feel his fear, and it tore at her.
She had failed. The thought was like a blade twisting in her gut.
She had sworn to protect him, to shield him from the darkness that surrounded their family, but now they were both running for their lives. Her uncle—that man, a vile, greedy parasite—was hunting them down like animals. The sound of his footsteps echoed distantly, his voice carrying through the halls like a predator closing in on its prey.
“Integra!” Y/N’s voice was a breathless whisper behind her, laced with fear, and it only fueled her desperation to move faster. She couldn’t let him down. Not him. Not her little brother, her everything.
How had it come to this?
Her mind raced as fast as her body, replaying the events that had led them here. Their father’s death had been the beginning, but she had never imagined their uncle would go this far—would try to kill them for control of the Hellsing estate. She had always suspected his greed, had known he cared more for power and wealth than for family, but this betrayal was more monstrous than she could have imagined.
She grit her teeth, determination surging through her. She would not let him win.
Her one hope now lay in the secret weapon her father had always spoken of—the hidden ace within the Hellsing mansion that would protect their legacy when all else failed. It was a story she had heard in fragments growing up, whispered in the corridors of the estate. But her father had never told her the full truth of it. It had always been shrouded in mystery.
Now, it was their only chance.
“Integra, where are we going?” Y/N asked, his voice trembling as they continued their desperate crawl through the vent.
“To Father’s weapon,” she replied, her voice strained but steady. “It’s our only hope.”
She could sense Y/N’s confusion behind her, but there was no time to explain. They had to reach it—she had to reach it—before their uncle caught up to them. Every second that passed felt like the closing of a noose around their necks.
As they approached the end of the vent, Integra shoved the grate open, climbing out onto the cold stone floor of a hidden chamber beneath the estate. Y/N followed, stumbling slightly as he landed behind her. They were both exhausted, their clothes dirty and torn, their faces streaked with sweat and fear. But there was no time to rest.
Integra’s eyes darted around the chamber, her heart hammering in her chest as she scanned for the weapon. The room was dimly lit, the walls lined with old relics and ancient insignias of the Hellsing family. In the center of the room stood a large coffin-like structure, bound in heavy chains and covered in dust.
