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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The quiet of the room was only disturbed by the soft rustling of bandages as Walter diligently worked to patch up Integra’s shoulder. She sat stiffly in the chair, her face set in a mask of calm, though the strain of the injury was evident in the tightness around her eyes. Beside her, Y/N sat with one leg tucked beneath him, watching everything with a quiet intensity.
Across from them, Alucard stood, his red eyes gleaming with an almost predatory amusement. He was still, unnervingly so, like a shadow that had come to life. The air around him felt charged, thick with the weight of something ancient and powerful. And yet, Y/N, sitting beside his sister, didn’t seem fazed.
Y/N tilted his head, his gaze settling on the vampire with a curious expression. Without any warning or preamble, he suddenly blurted out, “How old even are you?”
Integra’s reaction was immediate. She didn’t even look at Y/N, but the deadpan expression that crossed her face was unmistakable. There was a beat of silence, and then she closed her eyes for a moment, sighing inwardly at her brother’s directness.
Alucard’s response, however, was quite the opposite. The vampire’s lips curled into a slow, predatory grin, clearly entertained. His crimson eyes focused on Y/N, who stared back without flinching. Alucard was used to humans trembling in his presence, used to fear and awe. But here was this boy, this quiet young man, asking questions with the bluntness of a child.
“I’ve been alive for over five centuries,” Alucard replied, his voice smooth and deep, echoing slightly in the quiet room.
Y/N blinked, absorbing the information without the expected awe or disbelief. He simply nodded, as if Alucard had told him something far less extraordinary, like the weather or the time of day.
Then, without missing a beat, Y/N asked another question, his voice calm and inquisitive. “Why do you eat blood?”
At that, Integra’s eyes snapped open, her blue gaze shifting sharply to her brother. The faintest hint of exasperation flickered in her expression. She knew Y/N didn’t mean any harm—he never did. He was just... honest. Blunt in a way that often surprised people.
“Y/N,” Integra said, her tone calm but firm, “be a little more mindful.”
Y/N blinked again, looking at her with mild confusion. “What? I’m just curious.”
Before Integra could respond, a low chuckle rumbled through the room. It was a sound that sent a shiver down her spine, but not one of fear. Alucard, towering and unbothered by the strange dynamic between the siblings, laughed—a dark, amused sound.
“There’s no need to chastise him, Master,” Alucard said, still grinning. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes never leaving Y/N’s face. “Honesty is a rare thing among humans.”
Y/N, seemingly oblivious to the tension his questions had created, waited patiently for Alucard to answer. He was never one to pry or push, but once his curiosity was sparked, it needed to be satisfied.
