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 battlefield lay in ruin, the ground littered with the remnants of ghouls and soldiers as Alucard’s cold red gaze locked onto the man who held Y/N hostage. Everything had boiled down to this one moment. The head of the Millennium Organization grinned, clearly relishing the power he held over Alucard. His eyes glinted with a twisted satisfaction as he pressed the barrel of his gun firmly against Y/N’s temple, his smile dark and triumphant.
“So, the infamous Alucard,” he sneered, his voice dripping with malice, “the vampire who once struck terror into the hearts of nations. I thought it’d take more than a single human life to make you bow.”
Alucard’s gaze flicked between Y/N and the man, his face a mask of fury and helplessness. The decision he was being forced to make clawed at him with a painful intensity: Y/N, or the world. His mind raced, wrestling with the weight of it all. The Hellsing Organization had entrusted him with the safety of Britain, and he’d never allowed anything to stand in his way before. But this—this was different.
He felt the soldier he had held by the neck go limp, releasing his grip as the man’s body fell to the ground with a dull thud. His hands trembled, his eyes still fixed on Y/N, who was staring back at him with fear and desperation.
The Millennium leader laughed, clearly enjoying the struggle etched onto Alucard’s face. “It’s simple,” he continued. “Admit defeat. Surrender, and let us take Britain. All I want is a single word from you, Alucard. If you give up, I’ll let him live. Refuse, and I’ll kill him right now.”
Alucard’s jaw clenched, his heart aching with the weight of the choice forced upon him. Y/N was staring back at him, his eyes filled with silent pleas and an unspoken understanding, as if he were trying to tell Alucard to do what needed to be done. But Alucard couldn’t tear his gaze away, couldn’t dismiss the surge of protectiveness that coursed through him.
He took a steadying breath, his resolve beginning to falter. “Don’t… hurt him,” Alucard’s voice was low, his words edged with desperation, a rare vulnerability surfacing in his crimson gaze. “I’ll do what you ask.”
The man’s grin widened, victory flashing in his eyes as he tilted his head in mock pity. “It must be hard for you, to give up everything for one human.” He released a mocking chuckle, clearly savoring every second. “But you’ve made the right choice. Now, kneel.”
Alucard hesitated, but Y/N’s terrified gaze urged him forward, reminding him of the life he’d fought so fiercely to protect. His pride, his loyalty to Hellsing, his reputation—all of it felt meaningless now in the face of losing Y/N. Slowly, he lowered himself, kneeling before his enemy, the act tearing at his very soul.
Y/N’s eyes filled with shock and horror, his lips parting as if he wanted to protest, to beg Alucard to stop. But he remained silent, his expression filled with guilt, as if he felt responsible for the impossible choice Alucard was being forced to make.
