Hello.

Again, TOO MANY FUCKING IDEAS!

So this time the idea came from the fanfic "Endless Possibilities for Jaune Arc." You probably aren't aware, but at one point there was a chapter where Jaune was Allucard from the abridged version of Hellsing Ultimate. That got me thinking about how maybe I could have Jaune be the king of monsters with my own twist. And, of course, the idea got way out of hand and here we are. Somebody shoot my imagination down before I escape the galaxy, or worse, become the next Beerus!

RWBY is the property of Rooster Teeth and Monty Oum.

Hellsing and Hellsing Ultimate belongs to Hirohiko Araki.

"Talking"

'Thinking'

This is how old they are when shit hits the fan here.

Winter-17

Weiss-2

Chapter 1: Awakening

Jacques Schnee was a man who intended to climb to the top of the world no matter what and to do that he was going to make himself the richest man in the world. To him, money was the only thing that mattered in life, morals and consequences be damned. As long as you had money, you could do whatever the fuck you want. No one really knows how he came to be like this but no one really cares. Besides, it's not like he would ever talk about it.

What did matter to him, was raking in maximum profits for himself. Which is why he spent so much time and effort getting Nicholas Schnee to give him his daughter in marriage and the Schnee Dust Company. He respected the man for establishing such a large scale enterprise, but considered him a fool for not maximizing the profits by sticking to "ethical" practices. So among the first things he did as the new CEO was cut funding to employee benefits and set things up so that Faunus would be doing all the hard labor. As far as Jacques was concerned, letting Faunus live outside of Menagerie was more than they deserve. Having them do all the hard work only seemed fair. Besides, it wasn't like there were many other jobs they could get, so they would have to either be forever homeless and hungry or put their back into making him rich in exchange for something.

He also cut funding to departments and projects that he deemed unnecessary, all to line his own pockets. One department that he took especial joy in eliminating was the research department, specifically the branch that was looking into alternative ways of obtaining Dust, and even recycling it, among other things. When he announced his decision, he was met with great protest from the department head. Apparently, Nicholas himself had established the department, knowing full well that while Dust was humanity's greatest weapon, it was also their greatest weakness. If something were to happen rendering Dust useless or, even worse, no more Dust could be mined from the earth, then humanity would be left defenseless with no fallback plan. As such, Nicholas created the department, hoping that one day they would discover more efficient ways of using Dust and maybe even away to recycle, or even create Dust without having to mine it.

Jacques heard these arguments, and had the entire department and staff kicked out and all research destroyed. If there was a shortage of Dust, then all the more reason to raise the prices. It's not like he could do anything if the buyers wasted their products.

For Jacques, all the money he was now making, meant he could control everything he wanted to.

Which is why he was extremely frustrated by his wife and daughters, the few things he could not control.

Yes. To him, Willow Schnee was not a person, but at tool, one by which he gained the Schnee name and fortune as well as an heir to ensure his empire. However, he was having much trouble with that last part.

Their first child was a beautiful girl they named Winter. While he was personally disappointed it wasn't a boy, Jacques decided to make do. Besides, he could always marry her off to a more worthy successor. All those plans were derailed when her aura was unlocked and she discovered that she had inherited the damn family semblance. He had hoped to deter her from a life of combat, not out of concern for her safety, but because that was what money was for, to hire others to fight for you. But noooooo. Not only did she decide to become a proper huntress, but she even joined the Atlas Military Academy at the age of 13, the one place in Atlas he could not exert complete control over even with his money. Not for lack of trying mind you. All that money he spent on all those lawyers only for them to come back empty handed! He thought closing her access to the Schnee accounts would do the trick but apparently the bitch decided she could live off her own money from saving up and working for the military, like some commoner!

Realizing that Winter was no good, he decided to try for another child, hoping that this one would be more…malleable to his goals. Unfortunately, it was another girl, Weiss. While still only a baby, Jacques did not have much hopes considering how the older sister turned out.

So, he began looking into other options, including arranged marriages. However, he came across something that troubled him. His wife had taken money from the family account and invested it into weapons research. Normally it would not be of any concern. After all, she was a close friend to the General and helping out with such endeavors would merely boost his image. Yet, this was not for the Atlas military. Instead, it was for an independent weapons manufacturing corporation, the kind that specialized in weapons for Huntsmen. On top of that, some of their products did not use Dust, focusing more on regular ammunition. They were his competition, and his own wife was supporting them!

Deciding the confront his wife, he had expected a quick resolution to the issue. He would firmly remind her that he now leads the Schnee family and company and as such he knew what was best for them. If she tried to tried to resist, he would simply threaten her with legal action that would leave her homeless and him with complete control and custody over Weiss. Considering her maternal instincts, he knew she would submit.

Once again, his plans were derailed by a Schnee woman.

Not only did she refuse to stop her investments, she claimed that the money was hers. When Jacques tried to threaten her, she countered, threatening to expose his plans regarding the White Fang. He was going to place a few Faunus who were under his thumb at some of their major rallies along with certain members of Atlas security and have them incite the crowd, eventually escalating to full blown riots. He had even started looking into ways of "giving" them weapons. His long term plan was to turn the White Fang from a just equality group, which was terrible PR, into a terrorist organization, which would make him seem like victim rather than a perpetrator. Only those directly involved in his schemes knew anything about it, and that was limited to what they had been told/ordered. Yet, this woman seemed to know all about it despite not even having a hand in the company. As Jacques tried to collect himself, Willow took the time to explain what was happening.

Willow's mother was one Integra Fairbrook Wingate Hellsing, leader of the Hellsing organization which has been in existence long before the Great War. While based in Atlas, they operated independently and only answered to the Council, and in the past the kings, though there were many times where they took matters into their own hands. She never elaborated on what they did exactly, but it was clear that Hellsing had a lot of clout in the four kingdoms, much more than the SDC.

In fact, the reason Nicholas Schnee was able to get the company off the ground and spread as far as it did was because of his relationship with Integra. With the promise to support the Hellsing organization, the SDC became Remnant's number one Dust supplier. Eventually, Nicholas and Integra were married and had Willow. While one would expect Willow to take over both Hellsing and SDC, Nicholas decided to alleviate the responsibility of the latter by placing Jacques in charge, with the full intent of making Willow the superior of the two.

As for the investment, the Hellsing organization preferred to use weaponry that did not depend on Dust, saving that for combat against Grimm. Originally the SDC was the supplier but when Jacques took over that stopped. So Willow decided to just take her business elsewhere. In fact, the organization as a whole ignored Jacques as there were more pressing matters to take care of. The intel that he was trying to make the White Fang a terrorist group did however get him on their radar, so Willow used the opportunity to give him a fair warning. Not out of love or concern, but just to be fair. On that note, she left Jacques to his own thoughts, with a warning that the SDC was being monitored and Hellsing would not tolerate his plans.

The man himself was greatly distressed by all this. All his plans, all his money, taken away by a mere…a mere… a mere pawn! He could not do anything as his tool betrayed him and declared itself the master. This was not how it was supposed to be! He was supposed to be in charge! He was supposed to have complete control over the Schnee legacy! The Schnee name was to be his, his!

All to come crashing down.

All because…

Of Hellsing.

Hellsing.

Such an ominous name, yet one with so much power behind it. It was more influential than even the SDC and was trusted by the leaders of all four kingdoms.

If only he had that kind of power…

He could force the council to pass motions that favor his profits.

He could control the might of Atlas military to seize control of dust mines and deposits previously beyond his reach.

He could force Winter back into his control.

He could destroy any one who dared oppose him.

With that train of thought, Jacques arrived at a new goal. One that would change the world forever.

He would make Hellsing his!

With that said, he would need to act fast. After the conversation with Willow, it was obvious that any legal action he could take would be pointless and eventually a mere waste of time.

Which brings him to the key to getting everything, removing Willow Schnee.

He considered his various options, and came to a decision. Trying to prove she was insane or unfit to hold property or position of authority would be even harder than outright legal action, especially since Hellsing sounded like something top secret. Trickery would not work. That butler of hers, Walter, was far more cunning than he appeared.

Now that he thought about it, while both Walter and Klein were introduced as butlers serving the Schnee family, Walter never answered to him. Given what he now knows it makes sense, while Klein served the Schnee family, Walter's loyalty clearly lay with the blood of Hellsing. While normally he would be an obstacle, the man was currently out of the way on some business. The only reason he knew was because Klein had informed him that he would be attending to Willow and Weiss during Walter's absence. At least that made things easier for the plan.

The plan to assassinate Willow Schnee.

The only real part Jacques had was setting up the how and when. The rest he left to the mercenary Felix, the same one who was originally going to help with the White Fang debacle, but with a bit of extra money, and a promise of a more permanent position as an enforcer and he was more than willing to make sure Willow Shnee had a fatal "accident" on a Bullhead. The fact that it was after visiting Winter at the Military prep school was icing on the cake as it cast some doubt on the Atlas military, which Jacques intended to monopolize.

The funeral was a grand affair, as to be expected for someone bearing the Schnee name. Throughout the entire affair, Jacques kept up the mask of a grieving husband, while at the same time scoping out the crowd, trying to determine who might be allies of Hellsing, and thus future obstacles. At the same time, he evaluated the various guests who were there to get into his good grace in his "time of need" knowing that they would make good pawns. The entire time, Winter was there tending to a young Weiss who could barely understand what was going on, and could only cry for her mother. An annoyance, but Jacques decided to put off the matter of his off springs until after he had made Hellsing his. One upside was that Winter would be in the Schnee manor for a while both to take care of Weiss and because it so happened to be the end of her final year at the prep school, leaving a few months before the next year at Atlas Military academy began, just enough for him to force her back into the tool he wanted always wanted now that the bitch was gone.

A week after the funeral, a lawyer came to read the will and testament of Willow Schnee. Though careful not to show it, Jacques was eager for the man to announce his rightfully earned position. However, he was specifically excluded from the reading of the will. At first he thought it was a mistake, or perhaps a joke. But no, the man was completely serious, and had even brought a bodyguard to ensure Jacques could not enter the room. The only three people to go in were Klein, Weiss, and Winter.

Knowing this, his mind raced to connect the facts.

Klein was a butler who had served the Schnee family well, so there was probably something for him as gratitude.

Weiss was too young, barely even 2 years old. Anything left to her would be inaccessible until she was much older.

That could only mean that the position of head of Hellsing fell to…

No.

No!

NO!

Just when he started trying to rationalize the thought away, the lawyer walked right back out, and clearly said, "Whenever you are ready Miss Winter, we will be waiting for you at headquarters." Then he turned around and actually smirked, at him, Jacques Schnee of the SDC! While frozen in his tracks, the man walked by with his bodyguard and said, in a matter of fact tone, "Hellsing will never belong to a pretender, and neither will the SDC for long."

By the time he had returned to his senses, Jacques found himself standing in his office, hands on his desk with sweat the size of bullets falling from his head.

It was falling apart. Everything was falling apart right before his eyes! The legacy he worked hard to cement in history, was being undone by mere women, one of whom wasn't even an adult yet! People were supposed to think of him when they talk about the Schnee name. Him! Jacques Schnee! Not that fool Nicholas, him! He was the one who was making all the money! He was the one who put those Faunus in their place! He was the one everyone wanted to befriend! He was the one who living like a king!

Yet, here he was, his throne being snatched before his eyes, to be handed to children! He could not let this happen! He would not let this happen!

Now, there was only one thing to do.

Kill Winter, and make Weiss his puppet.

No one could possibly expect a toddler to lead any legitimate organization, much less the SDC or Hellsing. With Winter gone, someone would have to take Weiss's place, namely him. And even when she is old enough, he would still be running things, with either her following his every order, or by removing the need for her all together.

The window of opportunity was small, he would need to act now. With the promise of even more money, Felix was there in hours. That night, the blood of Schnee and Hellsing would die.

That night, Felix attacked Winter right when she was putting Weiss to bed. The surprise assault, combined with Winter's preoccupation with Weiss made it easier for the mercenary. Unfortunately, the interference of Klein gave the sisters a chance to escape. However, Felix had been in the business a long time and was prepared from something like this. In fact, his semblance allowed him to track the movements of a target he 'marked' with his aura. The mercenary would have gone alone, but he informed Jacques that Winter was going into a part of the Schnee manor that not even he knew of. At this point, Jacques decided that he had enough of secrets being kept from him, so he accompanied Felix. He was going to get everything he could out of Winter's mouth before it was silenced.

Turns out, the manor had a secret dungeon. Just knowing about it made his blood boil. He could have used this years ago and saved quite a bit of money and effort silencing certain individuals. Despite this, he could not stop himself from admiring it. Clearly it had been around for a long time, yet they were still standing and in usable condition, with plenty of room in each cell. However, their path lead them to the last cell in the deepest part of the prison.

Despite the doors being wide open, it was easy to see how intricate and complex the locking mechanism was. Whatever was kept behind this door was meant to stay there. Yet, Winter was clearly here for a reason, and Jacques would find out why.

The moment they saw her, Felix fired his gun. Due to their earlier encounter, her aura was already low and that last shot was just enough to completely break it. He then fired an ice bullet to freeze her hand while he had the chance. At that very moment, Klein jumped out of the shadows and tried to club the man with a chair leg but was easily knocked out, giving the mercenary the opportunity to give him a few extra kicks as payback for earlier. That was when Weiss jumped out and tried to attack. Of course, it only took a second to have the 2 year old literally under his foot, and another to threaten her with a knife to stop her crying. With the riff raff out of the way Jacques decided to have a little chat with his troublesome teenage daughter.

Kicking her onto her back, he made sure to step on her wounds from earlier.

She responded by spitting out blood towards the back of the cell.

"Jacques." She snarled through bloody teeth.

"That's father to you young lady!" He snarled back and stomped on her stomach. "I am your father and I raised you! You will show me the respect I deserve!" He had expected her to groan, or perhaps even say "yes sir". Instead, he received a series of chuckles.

"You? My father? Deserve respect?" She then spat right onto his pristine white pants. "I was raised by my mother, Klein, the servants of the house, and my teachers. They were the ones who made me into who I am today, not you!" Before he could retort, she continued. "Don't think that just because you were the sperm donor responsible for my existence means I'm obligated to have any affection of respect for you."

"How dare you!"

"Oh, I see I hit a sore spot. Not surprised considering you couldn't impregnate a woman like a real man. How do you live with yourself, knowing that you had to spend thousands of Lien collecting and preserving months worth of sperm just to produce one child, through in vitro fertilization no less!" She actually let out a laugh. "Your own sperm is just pathetic! You hardly have the right to call yourself a man, much less a father. Though I suppose that's to be expected from someone whose last name is Gelded." Not able to take anymore, Jacques kicked her right in the jaw, sweat dropping from his beet red face.

"It seems that bitch mother of yours said quite a lot to you." He snarled leaning forward and pulling her head up by her hair. "Why don't you tell me what else she told you? It's the least you could do for the head of the Schnee family." He put extra emphasis on the Schnee part in an attempt to completely disassociate himself from his original name Gelé. Especially when used to call him Gelded, no matter how apt it might be.

"Jealous?" Winter chuckled again. "Are you envious that until a few months ago, you knew nothing." Another chuckle escapes her lips. "You thought you had a complete grasp of the Schnee empire to mold into your own image, but it was nothing but an illusion, a passing dream of a coward who would rather hoard his treasure and hide instead of fighting like a man."

"As for me," she gave him a slightly bloody grin. "I've known about the Hellsing legacy since they day I unlocked my aura and semblance when I was 10 years old. I know the true purpose of Hellsing. I know the history of its fight against darkness." Her grin became a full blown smile. "And I know that you can never have Hellsing. You will never be nothing more than a stand in for the Schnee Dust company. History will remember you as a seat warmer who got too comfortable."

"Enough games!" Jacques cried out delivering another kick straight to her jaw, causing her to spit more blood towards the back of the cell. He gestured towards Felix who tossed him a pistol which he pointed right at her temple. "You are going to tell me everything you know about Hellsing! Every secret, every member you know about! I want to know Hellsing as well as you do to make my take over all the easier. With that knowledge at my disposal, no one will question me!" He had expected more struggling, maybe even a few pleas for mercy. After all, he had a gun held to her head. Instead, she started laughing. Not chuckling, not chortling, laughing. Just pure, dark laughter.

"You think all you need to run Hellsing are data sheets and information? Hellsing is not some business you can manage from behind a desk. It requires real leadership, charisma, willingness to accept responsibility, selflessness, and the will to go onto the field and fight when the enemy challenges you. Not only do you lack all those traits, you lack the one thing that is absolutely necessary to rule Hellsing." Before Jacques could ask what it was, she smiled that bloody smile and answered. "Blood. The blood of Hellsing runs through my veins, not yours. Without it, you cannot even hope to see the organization's true form. Even if you do manage to make Weiss your puppet somehow, you will be consumed by the bloodlust of Hellsing!"

Jacques slammed the butt of the gun into her head, making blood leak from it.

"If you won't tell me what I want to know, then I have no use for you." He snarled bringing it back up to aim at her head. "The only good kind of daughter, is an obedient one."

"Umm, boss." Felix said, trying to get his attention.

"Not now." Jacques scolded, turning off the safety, a cold grin appearing on his face. This was the moment of his victory.

"Boss you really need to see this!" Felix said, panic in his voice.

"What could it possibly be!" Jacques shouted as he finally looked up to see Felix pointing at the back of the cell. Turning his head, he found himself looking upon and unbelievable sight.

A corpse was moving around. The cadaver of human being with a tall frame, blonde hair caked with dirt, that was tied up in a strait jacket and chained to the wall was moving. The chains were loose, ripped from the wall and broken into pieces. Its body was bent forward, its mouth wide open revealing very sharp teeth and a deep red tongue that was hanging out, and licking blood off the floor, Winter's blood. It's tongue was ravenous, licking up each drop with gusto, yet it had that subtle slowness that comes from one who savors the individual flavors of their meal. Once all the blood was drunk, the body turned its face up, revealing a healthy white complexion and eyes redder than a Grimm's, and a wide grin showing off teeth sharper and whiter than the bones on an Ursa Major. Then, it stood up and destroyed the straight jacket, revealing a black body suit and white gloves with pentagrams inscribed on them.

"Evening." It spoke, with a smooth, cultured voice. For a moment, Jacques thought he was speaking to a marquis, or even a count of great status. That impression ended when it said, "I thank you for offering your lives as a wake up meal. One can have quite the appetite after spending decades asleep."

"Fuck off you monster!" Felix cried out as he shot it in the head, making a hole where its eye was splattering blood and guts on the wall. Instead of falling to the ground, the body remained standing, and his face was somehow frowning despite having a hole through his skull, though that was quickly healing up with a perfectly fine and new eye and everything, much to the shock of Felix and Jacques.

"Now that wasn't very nice." The creature spoke, its voice full of mockery and contempt. "Though I suppose pathetic creatures like you can't do anything but scream and flay about." The moment it was done, it took a step forward.

"Stay away!" the mercenary cried out. Gritting his teeth, he kicked Weiss towards the monster and turned to run, only to be stopped on account of his entire neck being devoured in one bite. A tearful Weiss was in the arms of the creature, unable to look away as the man's head fell, blood spurting out of it and the main body. For a moment, it eyed her, taking note of the whitish blue glow surrounding her before turning to Klein, who had just regained conscious and was frozen at the sight before him. With a level on gentleness that betrayed he appearance, he handed the child over to the butler, making sure she was secure in his arms, before turning back towards the remains of the mercenary, a wide grin appearing on his face.

In the blink of an eye he was before the body using one hand to grab it by the arm and the other to pick up the head. What happened next, no mortal in the room knew for sure. All they could see, was the creature biting into the severed head, drinking the blood endlessly until the flesh and bone liquefied and were also drunk up, with the same thing happening to the body. All within the span of a minute. It took a moment to lick its lips before turning its attention towards Jacques.

"St..Stay back!" The mustached man stuttered out taking a step back. "I am Jacques Schnee of the Schnee Dust Company and I demand you stop." When the creature actually stopped and tilted its head, Jacques thought everything was going to work out. Those hopes were dashed when it threw its head back and started laughing. "How dare you! I am the head of the Schnee family and soon to be head of the Hellsing! If you are their property you will obey me!"

"It's just so funny." The monster said, lowering his face to look him in the face. "A mere donkey trying to pass himself as a person alone is funny. But then you claim to be a Schnee, and even a Hellsing!" There was nothing in its eyes that showed it even recognized Jacques as human. "You barely qualify to be food for me, much less my master."

"H-How dare you!" Jacques cried out as he fired the pistol. He expected it to at least do some damage to the beast even if it regenerated. What actually happened was much worse and more unbelievable. It raised its hand, and flicked the bullet when it reached him, sending it right back at Jacques. The bullet went right through his hand with even greater velocity than when fired shattering the grip of the pistol, bringing the once smug man to his knees in pain.

How…how could this be happening!

He was the richest man in the world! He should not be feeling pain unless his stocks were going down! He should not be bleeding, he was too rich for that to happen to him!

Just…just what in the world was Hellsing for them to have this creature who could bring the richest man to his knees!

"'If the time should ever come, when all other hope is lost. If you should find yourself surrounded, with your enemies closing in, go to the last cell of the deepest dungeon of the estate. There lies one of the Hellsing family's darkest legacies. It will be the instrument of your salvation.'" Winter said, rising to her feet and using some of her recovered her aura to destroy the ice encasing her hands. With each breath she took, she recovered a bit more of her strength and aura, the bleeding finally stopping. "The day you had mother killed, she visited me. She informed me of your meeting and how you were made aware of Hellsing and how you would likely try to take it. So she left me with these words and the key to this cell, so that I may protect my family." With noticeable struggle, she managed to stand up right, now holding her short sword in her hand. "I will not allow anyone to threaten the ones I love. Even if I must deal with the devil and run the streets with the blood of my enemies, I will protect them and this world!"

"N-n-n-no. You-you can't do this to me." Jacques stuttered as he crawled forward. "I'm a Schnee…I'm too important." He grabbed Winter's ankle with his bleeding hand. "P-please! You must spare me!" He begged.

"Sorry." Winter sneered as she pulled her ankle out of grasp and raised her blade. "I have no time to waste on the braying of a gelded donkey." Her grip tightened. "Allow me to put end your pathetic existence personally." She thrust down, piercing the man's heart.

Jacques Schnee was the richest man in the world.

In his bid for money, he ruined so many lives.

Not once did he have any regrets.

Until now.

He regretted hearing the name Hellsing.

Now, Hell was singing for his arrival.

His last thoughts were empty of repentance.

Instead, he was imagining the glory that could have been his with that monster at his beck and call.

Jacques Schnee lived like a king, but he died like an animal bleating for its life.

"Tell me beast. How shall I address you?"

"Your mother called me…Jaune. Jaune Arc."

Okay.

Chapter one is finished. If you are wondering the order in which I update my fics, it will be random. It all depends on whether or not I even feel like writing and what I want to write when I do sit down.

This actually took a while mainly due to that jackass Jacques. (If it wasn't for Ironwood, I would have thought the pronunciation would be similar to Jackass). I realize that he is a minor character, but he is the one who sets things off in the first place so I had to at least get this part just right.

I would have fleshed out the conversation between Willow and Jacques more, but decided to get it over with as fast as possible. Plus, it kind of interrupted the narrative style of this chapter.

Also, I don't exactly know how businesses and organizations work, so please don't hold it against me. It took a long while how to make the Hellsing organization exist in this world and how to make Jacques try to grab it.

Also, I went ahead and gave grandma the same name as Integra from the Hellsing series, but they are not the same beyond that.

As I got to the part about Winter awakening Jaune/Allucard, I realized that this chapter had it's own narration style. It might sound weird, but I did not initially intend for this to be a narrative focusing on the mind of Jackass Gelding. When starting the chapter, I really wanted to build him up as a villain, one with much more meaning that the shitty uncle from the original Hellsing series. I mean lets be real, while some of us might hate the guy for trying to kill his own niece, I was mostly "Meh". I mean he was a bad guy, but all he really did was make Integra awaken Allucard and his role was done, and it was all part of a plan made years ago by Millenium and Walter! He is so inconsequential I don't see him as a villain at all.

Jacques is another story. While yeah his actions will be part of a larger scheme, I wanted to make his death more personal and satisfying.

Which is why I ended up sticking with this style where I focused more on his perspective.

Also, for those who don't get the joke, before he married Willow his name was Jacques Gele. Jacques reminds me of Jackass which means donkey. Gele reminds me of Gelding, which means balless/castrated. Put it together, you get a donkey with no balls.

Special thanks to Afro121 - Aries Rifter for helping me iron out some the details and motivating me to write this just so that I could see RWBY characters react to it in his fanfic. For those also writing RWBY reacts fics, this one is free to grab.

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