Sands of Time (Hellsing•AU)

Final Battle (52)

•Mild violence imagery

Ylva woke up in a stone room. She sensed the room was underground and it was a necropolis of sorts. The female vampire was dressed in ancient Egyptian dress. She smelled of oiled perfume and had makeup on, to emphasize her eyes. Ylva looked in an ancient mirror of polished silver and saw enough, to know she was dressed as a princess for her wedding day.  Re'hotpe entered the room from a door, that shifted open then closed tightly again, so it could not be seen. He spoke in ancient Egyptian.

"How beautiful you are! You rival Hethert (Hathor-netjer of beauty) herself!"

"You speak blasphemy Re'hotpe...mother would not approve..." Ylva said dryly.

"And who is 'mother' to you, little Norse barbarian?"

"O' Sekhmet, Lady of the Flame, Great One who causes all to tremble, the power of any other god turns out to be non-existent when he is handed over to her..." the female vampire recited.

Re'hotpe laughed and clapped his hands. "Excellent! A priest of Sekhmet! I am a priest of Sutekh (Set). We will be the ultimate power couple. Our children will be demigods!"

"No. There will be no union and no children from your loins..."

"That is a mere technicality my dear Neferure. I will kill Alucard and that weak mark will be gone in moments. Your father will make our union official, among the borns then a new mark, as we mate to produce the first children. We will stay as long as it takes for you to become pregnant. I will attend to your every need but I will fuck you day and night, until you conceive."

Re'hotpe licked his lips "I'll wipe that filthy worm, cursed memory from your mind. He will be long forgotten and you will only think of me!"

Ylva scoffed, "Vlad is stronger than you can even imagine. Hellsing experimented on him, with the occult and made him even more powerful.  Alucard, Hellsing's trump card, he is. Did you not sense all the restless souls crying from within him?"

"No...such nonsense. He is but a cursed, renouncer of a weak God."

"Hmm that has walked the earth drinking the blood of battlefields. He simply has to walk the ground and the blood runs to him to be absorbed. World War II alone gave him at least a million...lost souls," Ylva smirked. " I know  as I ran from him in Germany, in his female form."

It was then the soft sounds of nails tapping on the stone floor could be heard behind Ylva. A large, black Pharaoh's hound (also known as Anubis hound) stopped behind Ylva and licked her right hand.

Re'hotpe stepped back with glowing gold eyes.

"No! It can not be?" the Egyptian vampire whispered. "Lord Anpu's personal servant?!"

"Is that a problem?" Ylva asked with a smile.

"Without Dark Lord Anpu's approval, I can not make you my consort but I can still kill your maggot cursed mate!" Re'hotpe said in a cold voice. "And here, he has just arrived to rescue you. Idiot!"

The Egyptian vampire placed his hand on the curved wall and the door slid open, then resealed before Ylva could pinpoint the location. She turned her head to the hound and then closed her eyes. She could hear a faint murmuring under her and around her. The dead of the Necropolis were speaking to her, they were calling out to her.

"Oh let us serve you, necromancer...let us crush the dead that refuse to stay in the earth and walk the earth hurting the living..."