WOW! The last chapter, long time coming huh? Well I'd like thank everyone who participated and helped me go on with the story, Thank you to Hemamal, KL, Soul93, Evanescently and rosierocks30 for reviewing the previous chapter.

Also! I do apologize for forgetting chapter 11's footnotes, the big one was the ritual which I used bits of pieces of, this is one of the sites I found it on:

www . sacred-texts .

Now to the finale…

"You're my… younger brother?" Alucard stammered, hesitant and in slight shock of this new turn of events as his gaze shifted from the small medallion he held in his palm to the Vampire opposite him in the room. "That's impossible! My brother succumbed to syphilis before I even became undead. You can't be him! What kind of sick joke is this Incognito?

His gaze locked upon his red-clad opposite, the grey-skinned creature let out a deep, throaty laugh of insane amusement before flashing a psychotic smile. "Heheheh… oh, it's far from a joke Vladimir," he finally said, catching the Romanian off guard by using his name. "You see, what fate I succumbed to was far worse than any mere disease…"

+*~1465 Congo, Africa~*+

It would have been a callous understatement to claim that Radu Cel Frumos, also known as Radu Dracula was feeling under the weather. Unexpectedly, he had developed what at first appeared to be nothing more than a common flu; but as weeks turned into months, the Romanian simply became worse and worse. Though at first it didn't seem too serious – the worst of it being he hadn't much of an appetite and had a slight fever – as time went on his glands had slowly become swollen, and patches of white on the inside of his mouth and tongue appeared. He had also developed an abundance of rashes across much of his body and, was losing much of his hair. He had indeed contracted syphilis, his fate now nothing but a joke in the form of karmic irony: Radu the Handsome, now reduced to a hideously diseased person.

In light of his soon-fatal illness, Mehmed had no other option than to ask his brother-like comrade to be vacated from the Palace. Radu went with little protest; he gave the Sultan a message saying that he would venture to the Congo regions of Africa searching for a cure, should he ever be looking for him. However, an antidote wasn't exactly why he was venturing to the Dark Continent; he had his mind set on a far more ancient, and perhaps illicit, treatment for his condition...

Ever the tactician, the converted Romanian had a trick up his sleeve; stricken with such a brutal and terminal illness, he knew he did not have much time, and so with his what money he possessed he paid a small division of men to escort him from his home in Turkey to Africa.

Aside from transporting him to the Dark Continent, no man would accompany Radu on his journey, mainly because those were people too disgusted by the man's hideous appearance. Still, after weeks of travelling the diseased man finally reached the mysterious and little-understood land.

He staggered through Congo for many moons, until his path brought him to the ancient temple that he sought. He had come across many scrolls and ancient tomes telling of the wickedness and power that existed in this sealed tomb. Many had walked into this temple, but none ever came out; legend was that the temple itself was cursed by the Gods to swallow up any who trespassed into it, taking their body, mind and soul.

But Radu had nothing to lose; it was only a matter of time before he would expire, from both the illness and exhaustion from his long and treacherous journey. The disease had already taken its toll on him: almost all of his hair was gone, he could barely speak from all the swollen sores that filled his throat, and his body felt severely weak. However, he knew this fortress would not be his death; he knew he would walk out, but with his soul he was unsure. Thus he walked into the temple without looking back.

Wandering the dark, gloomy halls, Radu felt cold, isolated and trapped; it was as if he could feel the presence of the dead walking with him into the abyss. His dull green eyes took in the scenery, frantically looking for some kind of turn or hallway that would bring him to what he was seeking inside this forgotten tomb.

Finally, after untold long hours, he suddenly felt a tremor in the air, as if it was suddenly heavier. He didn't know why, but before he could ponder it he was suddenly sprinting, running as if he were being chased by the Devil himself. This state of panic lingered, but his actions did not last; his body couldn't take such exertion in his current condition, and his knees gave under him as he collapsed.

At this point he began to think his efforts were in vain; though this thought was shaken away as he felt a new presence. Physical or spiritual he could not say, but he knew it could not possibly be human. As he felt this being now inched closer to him, its cold breaths in his ear and slimy saliva dripping from its open mouth daring him to look up, he was met with a hideous sight. It was a thin, pale creature with large blackened claws curled around its palms. He noticed this thing had, attached to the arms, bat-like wings, though they were tattered and unfit for the skies. Its eyes were sunken into its skull, but he could vaguely see red in them; the nose looked to be nothing more than two slits like a serpent. Sharp, yellowed teeth were revealed as its jaws opened.

He looked it directly in its sunken eyes, not afraid if this was what would kill, no consume him. But the creature merely growled, as it grabbed him roughly by the scruff of his garments as it dragged him down towards a lower chamber, deeper into the earth. Radu felt some pain as the beast's claws dug into his back; but he knew whatever this thing was taking him to, it would be far more painful and worse.

Finally the beast let the human go from its grasp; the Romanian struggled to turn around, and he could see nothing but the crawling darkness before him. He could only make out that he was in a sealed chamber, and that he could also hear water; perhaps he was in some sort of cave below the temple. Suddenly, all at once a loud chorus of shrieks and cries of pain filled his mind, Radu clawed at his head, howling in agony.

"W-What is happening?" He cried out, as he wheezed out the words from his swollen throat in an agonizing burning growl. "Who or what are you?"

The screams subsided and finally ceased as the voices spoke more calmly.

"We are the lost souls," countless voices half-whispered half-moaned, speaking as if they were of one mind. "We are the ones who claim those who are unworthy; and those who meet such fate become one with us…"

Somehow, Radu then found himself floating in the air, having somehow risen from the stone cold floor, "Then… am I worthy? Or will you take me as well?"

"It is not our role to judge the souls that wander into our domain," the voices answered, their hissing tones echoing in the back of his mind; he could feel their words behind his eyes, as though trying to claw their way from inside him. "It is the Guardian who decides if you are worthy.."

Radu's body may have been broken, but his mind still functioned; he realized the guardian must be the creature that brought him to the chamber. While he thought on this, torches hung in the room suddenly came alight, seemingly of their own power, revealing the nature of the chamber.

With the room now lit up enough to see, Radu looked in shock at the sight. Throughout the sealed room, skeletons decorated the floors and walls; a pile of human skulls and remains sat in the corners. Some piles looked as though they had fresh bodies, with light-coloured flesh still stuck on the filthy bones. Together with the corpses, blood decorated the chamber almost to the point where the walls looked completely crimson; the waters he heard earlier were now discovered to be an enormous pool of blood, a river of crimson death.

While appalled and transfixed on this gruesome and horrific scene, the man failed to notice the beast had leapt into the air; and before he could even catch on it pounced on the helpless Romanian. With a snarl the creature sank its teeth into his neck, greedily sucking his lifeblood out of his body. Not long after the attack, the beast released its fangs and slowly crawled into the dark, where the shadows swallowed the creature up into the abyss.

"Go forth to the vermillion waters, child…" The voices cooed. Slowly and with as much strength as he could muster, Radu dragged himself to the pool of blood with only his arms. Once he reached them he looked at himself in the darkened reflection of the water. He looked disgusting, hideously unlike his former self.

"Do not be blinded by such narcissistic thoughts. This means nothing, compared to what we offer you…" Radu listened as the ancient voices continued to him, as he felt their presence surround him.

"We offer you many gifts, all far more meaningful than beauty; power, immortality, invulnerability... Haven't you the desire to thrive, to succeed above your allies, to be your own master and not the servant you are now?"

As they spoke the man's reflection suddenly morphed into the faces of Mehmed and their Janissaries' that thrived and fell on the battlefield. With each image that flashed more him he did; HE wanted to rise above them. Though he had allies in them, he wanted more.

"Or perhaps we can offer you not just these gifts, but… vengeance? Sweet Vengeance against the brother that you once hoped to please. But now you live to humiliate and destroy?" The shapes of his allies dissipated, and reshaped into the forms of Vlad and the Principality Army. They clashed swords and spears as Radu's comrades were murdered, slaughtered and impaled by the Romanians… as his brother grinned with glee, holding high his blood-drenched sword.

If Vladimir knew of his younger brother's pitiful state right now, he would be cackling a storm; the vain and proud warrior, now reduced to a half-lifeless corpse. That created inside Radu a bubbling and seething anger, waiting to rise to the surface in a deluge of bloodshed and destruction.

But despite the hatred already forming within Radu, the voices continued indifferently. "We can help you, aid you in your conquest. You will vanquish your foes, murder your dearest friends without hesitance, prey on the innocent, and decimate the weak. You are worthy, but will you accept such a fate?"

Struggling to get the word out, he nodded and finally choked out, "Yes," weak from the blood loss. An instant after he uttered it, the souls separated from each other, weaving their way out of the darkness as they howled and screeched, circling around the weakened man and finally phasing into his body. Radu screamed in pain, as the tainted, tortured souls made their home in him, as they began to taint him from the inside.

"Drink from the rivers child. It is the soul's currency, and with this crimson nectar you shall be reborn!"

As the remainder of souls began to consume him he flung himself in the river of bloody waters that awaited him. As he descended farther and farther into the deep ocean of death, something was changing. The excruciating pain he felt just moments ago had subsided to a tranquil, wonderful feeling. Through the blackened souls and gallons of lifeblood he could feel many voices, memories and presences all at once coursing through him.

Finally, after what felt to be an eternity, Radu emerged from the crimson waters, rising from the depths now drenched in blood, he felt much stronger than he did before descending. His skin had turned a sickly gray as he realized he now was something inhuman, he flexed his now youthful hands. He looked upon himself in the red river, his hair had failed to grow back, but he cared not of this, though he noticed his head had reformed into a rather peculiar shape. His left eye had swollen; looking rather deformed as his eyeball itself and iris appeared to redden as well.

One other thing he noticed was that as he called upon the power of the souls he absorbed, sigils of a violet tone appeared throughout his body. He thought of what it is he had become and was now grinning with excitement at the torture and pain he would bring to this new world he was introduced to. He would start his dark crusade throughout this weak continent, to harness and master the powers he was now blessed with, he would also go in search of more lives to claim, in order to strengthen his abilities. But in his mind, his true target, the man who always remained in his thoughts, the one he would enjoy seeing suffer most was Vladimir.

His revenge upon him would be far worse and much more painful than any slow death could offer, he would truly torment him. With these thought in mind, the thing that once was Radu walked out of the fortress, bent on setting his plan into motion.

+*~Present~*+

From the revelation and the tale, the No-Life King was at a loss for words. His brother was alive, or in the very least walked the earth, but more too the point he was, once again his enemy. It seemed as though fate was for them to eternally battle against each other until one was destroyed.

"After becoming what I am I traumatized those lands with my bloodlust and harnessed my new powers, after a decade or so there my first thought and instinct was to seek you out and slit your mortal throat," Incognito continued, as his words came out more malice. "But my voices and ancient souls stopped me. With the use and study of their tomes and grimoires, I found and uncovered your similar fate, out on that crimson battlefield as you greedily devoured the lifeblood of your own soldiers. I knew it'd be impossible to kill you as I would a mortal, so I had to wait."

Alucard bit his lower lip in anger as his elongated canines caused it to bleed. Brother or not, human or monster, he would kill, no annihilate the foe which stood before him.

For a moment, as he looked upon the dull grey coin and looked upon the monster and for a split second, saw the brother he once loved. In a time when he and his younger brother got along; when they were inseparable. He remembered when he gave his brother the trinket, as a symbol of hope in whatever they faced together in the future. Shortly after they were handed off to the Turks and at first the brothers stood bonded and strong. But as the shimmering coin's color faded, so did their bond and brotherhood, eventually Radu became the Sultan's lapdog, worshipping him as if he were his blood relative, while Vlad was brutalized by his captives, he remembered there were some occasions where he watched his older sibling be beaten and whipped until he could not stand. From that point on, a boiling mixture of hatred and fury grew inside the Romanian child and eventually consumed him so much to the point of fiery anger.

Alucard clenched the fist, which held the coin as he looked to the trio behind him. Looking upon Integra's sleeping, innocent face subsided his rage as he felt calm. He would fight, not for the Organisation or Queen or country; he would fight for her. He lost her once, he refused to lose her again. Now as the vampire Alucard, he was indeed given a second chance and as he looked upon his sleeping countess and to his elderly war stained comrade Walter and to his fledgling childe Seras he knew he was fighting for all of them, for his family…

"Walter," The man perked up at the elder vampire's voice, "You and Seras escort Integra to safety and secure yourselves as well."

But, instead his reply was a soft chuckle, "If it is no trouble Ms. Victoria, I would ask that you escort Sir Integra," As he stepped forward next to his red-clad comrade "I'm not going to leave you in this fight alone Alucard. I may not be as young as I used to be last time we fought together. But that doesn't mean I'm not in the mood for a proper hunt, just like old times."

At this Incognito laughed manically, "And what can you possibly do to ME? You're a frail mortal man hahahaha!"

But his laughter was short lived, with the flick of a wrist; blood spurted out of the vampire's right arm, the sharp wires, revealing themselves after being coated in the creature's blood.

"As the Hellsing family butler, I will give my life to protect this house and Sir Integra with all I have. But you will not be my death vampire."

Seeing the battle was about to commence, Seras didn't bother to argue or stall as with great speed did she, with Integra in her arms, leap up the stairwell which led back into the manor.

With no more restraints, Alucard cocked the Cassul and Mark II Jackal with ease, his toothy grin returning upon his face.

"You escaped me once oh dear brother" He spat, "But this time you cannot escape me again. A small part of me, has mourned over you, when I believed you to be dead but, now we shall finish this: brother against brother, Romanian against Turk as it was meant to be."

With a snarl, the African vampire lunged for the Romanian, as Alucard countered it, firing round upon round into him. As Incognito went to strike once more he was stopped as he was about to strike him from behind.

"I hope you didn't forget about me," the elder man stated, Walter's wires digging into his flesh, the more Incognito struggled, the deeper they sunk in. With a tug he hoisted him into the air, throwing him into the stone wall.

But as the vampire rose, the purple sigils across his grey body lit up, as he raised his hands high. The purple tendrils, swarmed around them, barely missing Walter but managing to get in a few cuts. Alucard also dodged the demonic tendrils, counteracting them with his own shadowy red and black mass of arms, sprouting from his shape. The tendrils wouldn't kill him, but they definitely hurt to a degree.

But the fight truly became dirty as Incognito grasped the MGL, with its demonic rounds. It wasn't lethal enough for the Romanian to be killed, but humans didn't have such a good healing factor against them.

"Walter! Look out!" As the red-clad vampire shouted out, the butler leapt away, but a split second to late. Walter gasped from the pain as his right leg was shot; a gaping hole emerged close to his kneecap. Though he limped, this did not stop the Angel of Death.

"I see why you enjoy these humans, brother," The masochist stated, "They never back down, though you were always one to inspire loyalty. But both of you combined cannot destroy me against my power."

"Perhaps Radu," Alucard retorted, calling the opposite Nosferatu by name. "But in the Hellsing Organization, we hold more than humans, we also tamed monster like me." He turned to Walter, "Thank you for your help Walter, but I must warn you to step back; I must temporarily release my final restriction level."

Walter gasped, knowing exactly what he was talking about; level 0. That was Alucard's last and final restraint from the magic that bound him to humans, after which this level restriction was severed would he be truly free.

Only a Hellsing could give him this final command, but if their life is at high risk when all other option has failed, he would harness temporary power.

The butler understood and, while continuing to dodge tendril after tendril, with ease leapt to the other side of the dungeon, out of harms way for the oncoming Hell the red clad Vampire was about to unleash.

"You beat me once with your last restriction system, Vlad but like you, I shall not fall for the same trick twice!"

This time, it was Alucard's turn to smile, his canines at full length as he exposed the sharp teeth, "You think that is my last? Hahahaha! You don't know me as well as you think!"

With a simple hand gesture, the vampire tightly clenched his fists together, he closed his eyes and began the incantation.

"Releasing Control Art-Restriction system to Level 0, situation A, temporarily release all power until the opposing target has been rendered silent…"

As the red-clad Nosferatu's eyes opened wide, the fiery orbs glowing a scarlet red, suddenly in a burst, from him his body faded into the shadows and the dark tendrils and familiars emerged, tearing into the purple doppelgangers, slicing them open and attempted to do the same to Incognito.

He growled, shooting at the black and red mass, but only to be halted, as he slowly stopped and listened. No more was there dead silence, but soon not only the growls of the Hellhounds, but hundreds upon thousands of agonizing cries and moans. From the mass like an army, bloody and ghoulish creatures emerged from the dark, their eyes sunken but red, draped in blood from head to toe. He looked in surprise as their numbers grew and grew by the minute, at the other side of the room, Walter began grasping for high ground, not wishing to be mingled in the mass of the many familiars.

It was clear as day to sea what these things were in this river of death, when a vampire drained a victim of their blood, with this they also claimed their lost soul. Forever to be a vampire's slave, but not as that of a ghoul, but of a mass inside the creature itself, in some even granting them an immunity to a second death. The souls could act as the one being torn apart, and being destroyed rather than the vampire, serving their undead master until the very end.

Incognito noticed the attire, a majority consisting of those in the forms of Turkish Janissary and what he knew was no surprise; other masses armoured, some still wielding their swords, in their traditional Wallachian battle gear. The odds were against him but he continued to fire, blasting off the heads and limbs of many souls, but there was too many and he could not kill them all, as they began surrounding him as he was resorting to using bare fists, but to no prevail.

"No, they will not be your end" The voice was Alucard's but he sounded different, a thick Romanian accent now spoke strong and true. Some familiars in the mass stepped aside, so as to let their master through. Where the former Count stood, adorned in his Victorian era suit and red trench coat now stood, a fully armoured man, the dark armour nearly blending in, as his red cape flowed behind him, sword at his side.

He did not know if his eyes grew wider because of rage or surprise, but Incognito did not believe what he saw. Suddenly they were not in the lower levels of the manor, but back to that night, centuries ago, as he was about to duel the young Hellsing when her lover stepped between them. Those green eyes, those eyes that glared at him in that moment, where decades before they looked upon him with glee and joy.

He truly saw his older brother.

"You will be silenced by my own hand, no one else's." He said, clenching his gauntlet covered fists, "Vino frate! Să ne termina acest lucru! Numai unul va trăi şi va muri un."

It had been so long ago since he spoke the language of their birthplace, but he understood every word. He followed a similar gesture and uttered those final words: "Deci, fie că este vorba frate!"

With a shout they clashed, the goulish souls however, were haulted by a pulsing white light, as the silver serpant lunged into the mass. Incognito would let none stand in his path, he and Vlad were to do this, alone. Using Sett to ward off any interlopers* he continuous fired and shot the mass of tendrils upon the Romanian, but he still did not falter. But as both waged on and fought it soon came for the final clash, as each went to strike, Incognito keen on ripping out his brother's heart.

This however, was not to be, as he was so close into piercing his chest plate and digging into the skin a deafening slash, was heard. Wielding the Dragon's Talon,* Alucard then sliced into the demonic creature.

Incognito gasped as a pool of blood spewed out from the sword wound and his mouth and eyes.

"You dropped your defenses and made yourself vulnerable, harnessing all of your extra power into minor opponents. And so you must die now, farewell" With this he lifted the sword out of the grey flesh and chopped the Nosferatu's head off its shoulders.

Finally as the head tumbled onto the blood-stained stone floor, the body fell limp.

The armored vampire sheathed his sword and began to re-assimilate the undead army.

"Limited power release completed." Soon the room was once again empty and nearly lifeless, Alucard had begun to reshape until his coat and cravet, replaced the ash colored armor and his feature become more youthful, until his shape was back to its original attire.

He looked up from behind him, "Walter, are you alright?"

The Hellsing retainer then jumped down to the ground as he still grunted from the pain of his leg, "I'll be alright, I just need to patch this up and I am ready as ever."

"Humph you haven't changed, old friend" Alucard said patting his comrade on the shoulder, "You fought admirably Shinigami, the only job left is to burn it and scatter the ashes.*"

+*~Later on the upper floor of Hellsing manor, Integra's quarters~*+

Finally Integra Hellsing opened her eyes.

Her vision cleared, she had been living her 'second life' without her spectacles almost the whole time, but she still needed to squint here and there. Suddenly that question in the back of her mind went off like an alarm clock; Where was she? Did she not go into the forest outside the castle? That was the last thing she remembered, and then that giant golden ball of light.

The knight looked to her right, she appeared to be in a beige room, accomodated with a dark, wooden dresser and matching bedside table. At first she wondered if she had fallen asleep or passed out in the woods and been carried back, but this room looked nothing like her chambers. As she was about to quickly sit up, when a large, gloved hand halted her "Shhh it is alright, you're safe now."

Was that, could it be?

"V-Vlad?" She stuttered, hardly believing her ears. He was speaking English and not the Romanian she became accustom to learning and fluently speaking since they met. Her Prince was returned to her at last, but he was dead. It could not be true, a witness on the frontlines had seen him be captured and was no doubt sentenced to death, not one the Turks captured was heard from again. But maybe that was now wrong, this could not be anyone else but her Prince.

Turning to the sound of the voice, she had only had a moment to glimpse upon him as her lips were then pushed against his. The raven black hair was ran down to the middle of his back, his pale complexion seemed nearly as white as a sheet, but what she saw differentely were his eyes. She did not see those green emeralds, but crimson rubies in their place, red eyes. But in the heat of the moment she did not dwell on that as she deepened the kiss as they sat there.

With a small gasp from Integra, they finally parted and looked upon each other as if they had been seperated for years.

Alucard looked upon his Countess: her platinum blonde hair shimmered in the fading sunsets final rays, the strong and beautiful sapphire eyes looked up to him as his crimson orbs looked down upon her. He also noticed she was still wearing the gown that she re-appeared in, and it was the green and golden dress he had given her all those years ago. As he inspected her, she did as well, her eyes roaming across his figure, from the leather riding boots, up to the top of his head.

He wore a strange attire but what also was familiar, long red coat, matching cravat, white dress shirt, dark grey suit and he appeared to be younger than when she last saw him, there was not a single gray strand upon his mane of hair, he also lacked his dark gotee and mustache. And again she was drawn to those red eyes...

Her eyes widened in recognition, like a bolt of lightening. The image flashed before her, the basement, a dark secret, murder,the undead, vampire...

"A...lu..card" It took a moment for it to roll off her tongue as she spoke his enigmatic title.

"You remember" He stated, not as a question.

"Yes" Integra's english language was suddenly returning as it became easier to speak.

"Do you, also remember what happened to you?"

"Yes, it was the vampire, she sent me, sent me there"

"Integra, I'm so sorry I did not get there sooner-"

But as he was apologizing she silenced him as the knight lightly pulled his head towards her's as they kissed passionately.

After releasing the Romanian, she smiled, "I am not sorry. I'm glad this all happened, I've known you as Alucard for 10 yesrs now since my uncle's demise in that dark basement. I saw you as somebody, not as a mindless killing machiene. And when we met in a different scenario, when you the human welcomed me to your home I saw even moreso that, it may be impossible to convert you human again, but that there is still a beating heart within you and that I truly know, you are the man I love."

Alucard was at a loss for words, it had been so long ago since he felt loves embrace, the last women who showed him such compassion, was sitting beside him now, his Master Integra, his lover Ilona.

He had taken many women in his early years of vampiric unlife, though the only pleasure he got was their sweetened blood. The brides were satisfying at first, but he later on regretted changing them, their antics and attempts of pleasuring their master became a bore. And as for Lucy and Mina, the first was out of impulse and lust, the latter was moreso revenge for murdering his new fledgling.

But this woman here, who kissed him unapalled by his nature, who had canfessed her love for him, she Integra Hellsing was his destiny, their destiny.

So deep in thought Alucard didn't notice his large hand, caressing her darker skinned, small one, until he felt something around one of her fingers, upon it was a single ring band, in the color of a shimmering gold. She still wore the ring he had given her, engraved upon the inside with his own romantic confession.

He looked to her as they seperated for only moments, "After all this time" He said, holding her left hand, as he felt the warm metal upon her ring finger.

"I have, always"

As she uttered those words, they became lost in each other's gaze. Once more they were reunited; Master with Servant, The No-Life King and Ice Queen, Count and Countess..

+*~3 weeks later, Hellsing Manor~*+

This was not one of Integra's best days.

Throughout the days since her return she began to adjust once again, she began to adorn her glasses again-already having a prepared spare pair, curtosy of Walter-she dressed in her dark suits, but she still kept the green and gold gown in her wardrobe. Thanks to Seras and Walter, she was not so far behind on work as she originally thought. Being told she had only been gone for just under four months was a surprise, as from her perspective she had been gone for years.

Eventually things became as they originally were, except for the relationship between the Hellsing and Alucard. Of course Walter and Seras knew of this matter(in fact they had even suspected it to happen sooner or later even before Integra's dissappearence), most times their intimate relationship was behind closed doors, so to speak. She knew this would get out to the Round Table and even Her Majesty eventually, she would state the truth all in good time, but for now it was their little secret.

In the weeks following the knight's return, that's when the pain insued.

As Integra stood over the porcelen toilet bowl in her bathroom, as she emptied the contents of her dinner into the bowl. Walter was originally heading up to his lady's chambers to assist in any way he could but came to halt, smirking as he saw the black and red mass ooze into the room through the crack of the doorframe.

Gently Alucard pulled her blond hair back as she continued the cough and groan.

"Why is this happening?" She asked shakily as the vampire flushed the now full toilet as its discolored contents swirled down and filtered with crystal clear water.

"I am at loss, you seemed fine yesterday at the meeting" He stated, confused. She hadn't been feeling as ill as vomiting, however as the weeks flew by, she did have some odd occurences.

She had been suffering from a series of headaches and backache, which wasn't too uncommon considering her long hours of work and the fact that she spent much her days cramped behind her desk, in a wooden chair nearly the whole day and night. But it got stranger when she began having a wider appetite and consuming larger portions in her mealtimes, in some cases the oddest combination of meals. And now, as of last week, Integra was now found almost every other evening at the loo, throwing up her breakfast.

'Wait,' He thought to himself 'Headaches, cravings and now vomiting...There's no way it could...*'

"Integra," He stated, more often addressing her by name rather than 'Master' "Do you suppose you could be...?"

As he said it, his tone gave it away, "That does not seem possible Alucard" She said, lifting her head from the toilet, standing on wobbling legs "Your body is dead and incapable of reproduction, so unless you were-"

But at this he cut her off, now shocked and dumbfounded of his next question.

"What year was it before you were brought back to the present Integra?"

"1476 if I remember correctly, shortly after you 'died,' a few days maybe why?"

"Do you remember our last night together, before I left?"

"Yes I-" She stopped and realized what transpired between them that night, when they were alone in each others arms that night...

Slowly the Romanian crouched down so he was level with her stomach and pressed an ear to it, after a moment he suddenly gasped, not believing his ears.

He stood, unmasked astonishment upon his chiseled features.

"I heard your heart, and another very faint one." Her eyes widened in recognition of their discovery, "A second hearbeat"

"I-I'm" her legs gave out as Alucard caught her before she fell to her knees.

"Sir Integra! Are you alright?" Came Walter's voice as he walked in.

Suddenly they heard soft laughter, as Integra happily laughed, "I'm more than alright Walter, I never thought I would say this to you in my life, but I think that...I think that I'm pregnant."

The retainer's dull blue eyes widened so much, his monocle nearly fell from his face. "Sir Integra, are you sure of this?"

"Alucard heard two heartbeats, only one is mine," She said, lightly feeling her abdomen, "There is something inside me, and its human."

Also curious as to how this was all possible and especially the latter. But the elderly man pushed this to the side for now. "I don't how this has happened but, I give you my congratulations and blessing, Sir Integra"

As he then looked to his vampiric war comrade, "And to you Alucard, I know you will be an excellent father."

Time felt as though it stood still as Alucard felt a strange feeling.

A father...

It had been so many years since he was a parent, but then his children were taken away, whisked off by death before their time. The youngest dying ill before he was 20 years old, and the other murdered in cold blood, he had watched from the shadows as they grew and eventually passed. But perhaps God did in fact give him something after all that he had done; a chance, a second chance. A chance to learn, to find love and to live. As he took in the image: he along side his beloved Integra, as well as his old friend Walter and the timid fledgling Seras and now there would be a fifth character in the picture, a child, his child. What he was given, was ever truly a family...

THE END

Hooray! Finally, my first chapter Fanfic is finished!

Also I must say again thank you, thank you so much to all of you who stood with me on this project and I have a special treat for you all.

I imagine based on the last bit of the chapter you know what I'm talking about: the story of our unborn Hellsing child ^_^

Well hopefully I see you all next time in the sequel soon to be titled "Legacy of the Dragon"

Bye-Bye! :D

Footnotes:

-For those who don't know a whole lot about the Hellsing TV series, in the 13th episode, Incognito was able to summon and control a demonic power called Sett-and I don't think it's a coincidence it's named after an egyptian God.

-The Dragon's Talon was the name given of Vlad's sword, passed down to him

-It's a tradition that after decapitating a vampire to burn the remains and scatter the ashes at a crossroad so it cannot rematerialize

Translations

Vino frate! Să ne termina acest lucru! Numai unul va trăi şi va muri un – Come brother! Let us finish this! Only one shall live and one shall die

Deci, fie că este vorba frate! – So be it brother!