BORN TO SWEET DELIGHT

Author's note: I tried to continue THE ESSENCE OF LIVING THINGS without success, so I decided to write it again.

This part of the story will happen in the past (AD 1331 – 1997).

The second part (THE RAGE AGAINST THE DYING OF THE LIGHT) will start from BtVS Season 3, episode 13 (The Zeppo).

Summary: Xander Harris is turned into Hellsing Vampire by Helena from the Hellsing Anime and is sent back in time. To make things a bit more confusing, Xander is Helena's sire, which makes him his own grand-sire.

Hellhound, The mist, Shadows, Flock of bats, Girlycard... to me it seems that Alucard is a shapeshifter without any restrictions. Xander will have same abilities than Alucard. But, learning those abilities will take time. At the start, he is pretty much just another (true) vampire.

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"Every Night and every Morn
Some to Misery are born.
Every Morn and every Night
Some are born to Sweet Delight,
Some are born to Endless Night."

― William Blake, Songs of Experience

"Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process, he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you."

— Friedrich Nietzsche

Prologue

Los Angeles, California, 1999

"Oh, God! Oh, God! Please! Let me out! He's going to kill me! Please! Please! Let me out!" The terrified young woman screamed banging the glass wall separating her from the people watching. Then the vampire grabbed her, and in a flash, his fangs tore into her throat. A blissful expression appeared on the vampire's eyes as he devoured the woman's blood and soul.

As Adam Dellera, the nearly seven-hundred-year-old vampire looked at the newborn true vampire killing the woman a sense of depression ate at him—the kind of depression that was hard to identify. "It is fascinating, even without any human memories our predatory instincts still work," he said.

"And it looks like devouring the soul and memories with the blood is ingrained on us," Helena, Adam's oldest vampire daughter noted.

Adam nodded. "So, it seems. Helena, you do know that you now must erase the woman's memories from his mind? Alexander Harris cannot have any memories about this time when he wakes up."

"Yes, Adam, I know that we cannot let him change the history any more than he will just by being there. I will erase his memory again, but you know as well as I that he needed to feed before he becomes history," Helena said, placing her tiny palm against the cold glass. "My new son needs his mother," she continued and phased through the five-inch bulletproof glass into the room.

When feral newborn vampire, apparently recognizing his Sire, kneeled before her, Helena caressed his bloody cheek. "Oh, my beautiful boy, I'm sorry that I cannot be there to guide you during the first century of your new life," she said and then she frowned when Xander whimpered burying his face into his hands. "Oh, dear. I know, I know, all those terrible female memories that do not fit your body are confusing, aren't they? Dear boy, will you let me help you with those memories?"

As Xander Harris hissed like a snake, spittle glistened on his lower lip as his upper lip curled back into a sneer revealing his fangs. "You! Help! Me?" He screamed with a good imitation of the terrified voice of the woman he had just killed.

Helena smiled at him, gently cupping his face. "Yes, my precious boy, I can help you with those awful and confusing memories." The newborn true vampire's eyes rolled the back of his head, and he slumped on the floor. "His mind is a tabula rasa now, and he will be unconscious for a while," Helena said.

"Good," Adam said and turned to look at the Wolfram and Hart lawyer standing beside him. "Mr. Manners is everything ready for the spell?"

"Yes, Lord Dellera, everything is ready, we only need Mr. Harris to stay still," Manners said.

"My boy will sleep for half an hour or so. You can start," Helena said.

"Good," Adam said. "Helena, come out with the girl. We are going to start."

Helena lifted the woman on her lap and phased through the wall. She gently placed the body of the woman on a chair and then looked at Adam. "She's going to be my new granddaughter."

Adam sighed deeply as he turned to Holland Manners. "Did you really think you can steal one of mine from me?"

"We hoped that you would not notice that the girl was a virgin," Manners calmly said. "But she is, as you said, one of yours and we won't try to stop you if you take her with you."

Adam shook his head, knowing that the only way for Wolfram and Hart to back off that fast was that they had some backup plan. Most likely, the woman had a contract with them, a contract that bound her beyond death. He telepathically told as much to Helena who answered that she already had figured it out.

"We are taking her with us," Helena smiled innocently at Holland Manners. "And, if you have any kind of contract with her, I suggest you release her from it right now. Because, if you ever try to control my granddaughter the whole Dellera True Vampire coven will come after Wolf, Ram, and Hart. And, you know us; we can destroy you AND the Circle of the Black Thorn if we want to."

Manner's eyes widened. "You know about Black Thorn?"

"Yes, just like Wolfram and Hart, I have spies everywhere, and I'm a very well informed woman," Helena said, "she is ours now, release her from all contracts you have with her, is that clear?"

"Yes, Lady Helena, I will see that she'll be free from us."

"Good," Helena said.

"Helena, we don't have time for this. We'll destroy Wolfram and Hart if needed, but now we have Xander Harris to worry about," Adam said. "Mr. Manners, you should hurry. I can sense Harris's mind starting to wake up."

"Yes, of course," Manners said. "Lady Helena, if you would be kind enough to give the coven leader the time and GPS coordinates."

Helena handed a note to a young warlock who raised his brow as he read it. "This is an exact date. Bending time is hard, and we cannot be that accurate, the best we can do is an approximate decade," the warlock said.

"If that's too accurate then… The Carpathian Mountains, 1350 A.D. give or take half a century," Adam said.

The warlock nodded solemnly. "That we can do."

"How long will it take?" Adam asked.

"Not long," The warlock said. "However, if you want Mr. Harris to stay in that time and not come back when the spell ends, I must carve some runes into his body."

"Do it. Anything you do to his body cannot harm him anymore," Adam said.

The warlock went into the glass room and using a scalpel carved runes into Xander Harris' chest. Then the warlock, using Xander's blood, drew a mystical circle around him. When the circle was finished, he came out and closed the door behind him.

Then the thirty-six magic users started to chant. After a few minutes, the room was filled with white light, and with a soft pop, the air in the room filled the space where the boy had been a few seconds earlier. All the witches and warlocks in the room fell unconscious on the floor.

"That was anticlimactic," Adam said.

"Real magic often is," Holland Manners said, turning to Gavin. "Are you sure that the message to Lady Helena was delivered and Mr. Harris was delivered to exact coordinates and approximate time Lord Dellera gave you?"

"Yes, Sir. The message to Lady Helena was delivered," Gavin replied looking at the computer screen. "and we have records of the first sightings of The Beast from 1384 near Târgoviște, Romania where one of our operatives reported that a naked vampire followed by a pack of wolves killed a bear," Gavin gave Adam a solemn nod. "Lord Dellera, I am sure that you have arrived Carpathian Mountains 1350 AD give or take half a century."

"I have arrived?" Adam asked, raising his gray eyebrow. "You knew all along that I'm Xander Harris?" he asked.

"Lord Dellera, do you think that we are idiots? When it became clear that Lady Helena had turned Mr. Harris, and also wanted us to deliver a message a month back in time to herself, it did not take us for a long to realize why you wanted to send Alexander Harris to the 14th century. You may look a lot different than Mr. Harris, but, in Moldavia, 1526, when you opened your account in Wolfram and Hart, you didn't look like the older man you are right now. We take pictures of all our clients. Of course, back then it was an artist who drew the picture," Holland Manners said, pointing at the computer screen.

Adam looked at the painting of him on the screen, and then he sighed and shifted back to his natural form as a teen boy. "Oh, well, it doesn't matter anymore, Xander is where he belongs, and I'm free from the time loop that I've been living the past 668 years," Adam said taking the body of the woman his younger self had just killed into his lap. He could sense how the true vampire magic already was changing her body.