Early Fan Fic!
ok! So this is a very early fan fiction I did when I was trying to do a crossover between Hellsing's Alucard and Radu from Subspecies. I liked writing it but I have written better...
Title: Two Princes
Rating: PG - 13
Pairings: None save for implied Radu/Michelle
Summary: After the Third World War in England, Alucard finds himself back at Prejmar, where he spent a single night during his reign. He also returns to find it's current inhabitant - his former teacher, Radu.
Vlad moved freely about the fortress, smiling as he became familiar with his old “home”; though he’d only stayed there for a single evening, it had been comfortable…though part of it was because he watched King Vladislaus’ face turn to horror. To think! A human scum of the earth running a pike through a hundreds of years old vampire; it was almost laughable.
And he couldn’t help but chuckle.
“You’re in good humor this night, Tepes.”
Vlad turned and noticed Radu ascending the stairs, one eye slightly perked in interest and the barest hint of a smirk on the elder vampire’s lips creased the almost bone-like texture of his face.
“Can I no longer be happy to be home?” Vlad smiled wryly, “After all…it’s been centuries since I’ve set foot in this place…could use some picking up, but then again…through all those years we knew one another…you were always messy about your work.”
Radu couldn’t help but finally break into a smile; demonic albeit. “Speak for yourself, Kazikli Bey. You were never fond of cleaning up after a long day’s war either.”
“It was war!” Vlad spread his arms and crossed the throne room, “Glorious…beautiful! The fear and the stench of the battlefields…admit it. One man dying was never good enough for either of us…and you hunger to feel that thrill again…the feeling of entire armies shivering before you…”
“I miss them…but I’ve also unfortunately come to accept that the chance of such a thing occurring again is but a memory in these times.” Radu replied, “Humans no longer yearn to live or die by the sword…now they prefer it quick…painless. But…one thing you and I could always agree on was the preference to make the enemy suffer…” he took in a breath and sighed, almost dreamily, “Yes. You were a lucky bastard to fight in London…and die for the millionth time.”
“Nazis again, though.” Vlad said, “It was merely a repeat of the Second World War…and a poor attempt since they sought nothing more than to extinguish me.”
“And yet we’re all nothing more than insatiable war mongers.” Radu looked at him, “I can’t help but ask why you saw it fit to come back here…there is nothing left for you here in Romania, Vlad…to be honest, there is nothing left for me.”
“Save but the hope that your fledgling will see you as more than a monster.” Vlad remarked, smiling.
“Normally I’d have your head on a pike for such a remark…” Radu puffed with a sort of pride, “However…I always valued you as a comrade…a fellow monster. Yet another thing we have left for the rest of our eternities…though unlike me, you are a well respected monster.”
“I was a monster before becoming this, Radu.” Vlad replied, “There are plenty out there who would still love to see me die…however, the Hellsing family has seen to it that my death, as you so frequently say, is nothing but a dream.”
“One more thing we have…” Radu laughed sardonically, “When all the humans are dead and gone…when those not strong enough to survive are dust…we’ll still be around.”
“I think this is the first civil conversation we’ve ever had.” Vlad smiled, his fangs glinting, “Last I remember, you hated me with a passion…hated me because even when I was human, I proved to bring far more destruction and suffering upon humanity than you could in a century…all within but a few years. You also hated me because I, like her…refused to be your servant.”
Radu’s face softened almost, the smile almost uncharacteristic; one could easily perceive it as friendly. “You refused me…and I still hate you to this day for it. I’m being generous however since I see no possible way of finding any satisfaction in killing you. They’ve altered you beyond anything I’ve ever witnessed in a normal vampire…it would be what Michelle refers to as a Mexican standoff…neither of us can kill the other no matter how much it angers me to see that smile of yours. But I still have one saving grace that you will never possess.”
“Oh?” Vlad grinned broadly, “And tell me, oh Prince…what grace is that?”
“Mine is still here and walking…” Radu’s fangs glinted in the candle light, “Yours isn’t.”
Vlad smirked…chuckled…and then burst into a fit of laughter that echoed throughout the castle walls. “You haven’t changed at all! This is wonderful! I come home…and you’re still the superfluous bastard with his wenches! You never cease to make me smile, Vladislaus…you and your entire family!”
“You think I meant the brides?” Radu smiled casually, “I meant my wife.”
Vlad’s laughter ceased, almost to a complete halt, his eyes turning towards Radu, his face falling slightly.
“So…you forgot the reason why you became a vampire in the first place?” Radu almost looked proud of himself, “Gracious, Tepes, you shock me!”
“How dare you mention my wife?” Vlad’s voice lowered.
“I mentioned it because you see…” Radu shook his head, “This was another reason I hated you, Vlad…you were human…an insignificant human who had it all. You were the terror of the Wallachian battlements, the very reason my mission with the Turkish Ottomans failed…and yet you still came home to a wife and child…happy…pleasant…and now you have lost it…what I hated and respected you the most for. You’ve completely lost your humanity…but I never thought you would lose the memory of the reason you are what you are.”
“You hardly care for humans…what makes you care for them now?” Vlad’s smile was homicidal, “Did you learn that from the wife who sees you as a monster? Nothing more?”
“I still hate them…but this is what you and several others seem to misunderstand.” Radu smiled, “I was never human to begin with. The bastard son of a demon and a vampire…think about it.”
“I feel no remorse for what I’ve done in my time, Radu.” Vlad remarked, “I am that I am…a monster.”
“Yes…” Radu’s voice was almost a hiss, “But the reason I hated you the most…I despised you for…I wanted you to rot in an everlasting hell for…was the fact someone could see past everything you did and still see you as something admirable.”
Vlad said nothing, but his resolve never faltered for a moment.
“You really did forget, didn’t you?” Radu actually looked baffled, “The reason you left Romania in the first place…on the Demeter...1886…en route to London to seek out the woman you swore you had fallen for…I certainly can’t forget the way you spoke of her! It was nauseating!”
“And you never got that way about anyone?” Vlad raised a thick eyebrow.
“Don’t bring me into this, Vlad.” Radu said swiftly, “This is about you…the last thing I ever wanted to see you become was like me!”
Vlad looked shocked, though all he did was widen his eyes slightly and look at Radu as though he’d finally lost his demonic mind. Radu sighed and gave Vlad an agitated look.
“I don’t want to wake another evening and find myself staring into a mirror.” Radu said, “You are not me, do not become me, and if you do I swear I will find a way to break you…there can only be one monster in Romania…just as there can only be one Dracula.”
Vlad’s lips curled into a slight smile. “Now you are just giving me every opportunity to make you scream yourself hoarse at me again…”
Radu closed his eyes and shook his head. “Something tells me that with you back in Romania I’ll have to learn sign language to get anyone to listen to what I have to say…”
“Maybe…maybe not…” Vlad walked over and gave Radu a pat on the back, “However…I could teach you things that could make you scream yourself hoarse in the catacombs with your beloved disciple…”
Radu’s face looked almost scandalized, but then he laughed. “You bastard…”
Title: Two Princes
Rating: PG - 13
Pairings: None save for implied Radu/Michelle
Summary: After the Third World War in England, Alucard finds himself back at Prejmar, where he spent a single night during his reign. He also returns to find it's current inhabitant - his former teacher, Radu.
Vlad moved freely about the fortress, smiling as he became familiar with his old “home”; though he’d only stayed there for a single evening, it had been comfortable…though part of it was because he watched King Vladislaus’ face turn to horror. To think! A human scum of the earth running a pike through a hundreds of years old vampire; it was almost laughable.
And he couldn’t help but chuckle.
“You’re in good humor this night, Tepes.”
Vlad turned and noticed Radu ascending the stairs, one eye slightly perked in interest and the barest hint of a smirk on the elder vampire’s lips creased the almost bone-like texture of his face.
“Can I no longer be happy to be home?” Vlad smiled wryly, “After all…it’s been centuries since I’ve set foot in this place…could use some picking up, but then again…through all those years we knew one another…you were always messy about your work.”
Radu couldn’t help but finally break into a smile; demonic albeit. “Speak for yourself, Kazikli Bey. You were never fond of cleaning up after a long day’s war either.”
“It was war!” Vlad spread his arms and crossed the throne room, “Glorious…beautiful! The fear and the stench of the battlefields…admit it. One man dying was never good enough for either of us…and you hunger to feel that thrill again…the feeling of entire armies shivering before you…”
“I miss them…but I’ve also unfortunately come to accept that the chance of such a thing occurring again is but a memory in these times.” Radu replied, “Humans no longer yearn to live or die by the sword…now they prefer it quick…painless. But…one thing you and I could always agree on was the preference to make the enemy suffer…” he took in a breath and sighed, almost dreamily, “Yes. You were a lucky bastard to fight in London…and die for the millionth time.”
“Nazis again, though.” Vlad said, “It was merely a repeat of the Second World War…and a poor attempt since they sought nothing more than to extinguish me.”
“And yet we’re all nothing more than insatiable war mongers.” Radu looked at him, “I can’t help but ask why you saw it fit to come back here…there is nothing left for you here in Romania, Vlad…to be honest, there is nothing left for me.”
“Save but the hope that your fledgling will see you as more than a monster.” Vlad remarked, smiling.
“Normally I’d have your head on a pike for such a remark…” Radu puffed with a sort of pride, “However…I always valued you as a comrade…a fellow monster. Yet another thing we have left for the rest of our eternities…though unlike me, you are a well respected monster.”
“I was a monster before becoming this, Radu.” Vlad replied, “There are plenty out there who would still love to see me die…however, the Hellsing family has seen to it that my death, as you so frequently say, is nothing but a dream.”
“One more thing we have…” Radu laughed sardonically, “When all the humans are dead and gone…when those not strong enough to survive are dust…we’ll still be around.”
“I think this is the first civil conversation we’ve ever had.” Vlad smiled, his fangs glinting, “Last I remember, you hated me with a passion…hated me because even when I was human, I proved to bring far more destruction and suffering upon humanity than you could in a century…all within but a few years. You also hated me because I, like her…refused to be your servant.”
Radu’s face softened almost, the smile almost uncharacteristic; one could easily perceive it as friendly. “You refused me…and I still hate you to this day for it. I’m being generous however since I see no possible way of finding any satisfaction in killing you. They’ve altered you beyond anything I’ve ever witnessed in a normal vampire…it would be what Michelle refers to as a Mexican standoff…neither of us can kill the other no matter how much it angers me to see that smile of yours. But I still have one saving grace that you will never possess.”
“Oh?” Vlad grinned broadly, “And tell me, oh Prince…what grace is that?”
“Mine is still here and walking…” Radu’s fangs glinted in the candle light, “Yours isn’t.”
Vlad smirked…chuckled…and then burst into a fit of laughter that echoed throughout the castle walls. “You haven’t changed at all! This is wonderful! I come home…and you’re still the superfluous bastard with his wenches! You never cease to make me smile, Vladislaus…you and your entire family!”
“You think I meant the brides?” Radu smiled casually, “I meant my wife.”
Vlad’s laughter ceased, almost to a complete halt, his eyes turning towards Radu, his face falling slightly.
“So…you forgot the reason why you became a vampire in the first place?” Radu almost looked proud of himself, “Gracious, Tepes, you shock me!”
“How dare you mention my wife?” Vlad’s voice lowered.
“I mentioned it because you see…” Radu shook his head, “This was another reason I hated you, Vlad…you were human…an insignificant human who had it all. You were the terror of the Wallachian battlements, the very reason my mission with the Turkish Ottomans failed…and yet you still came home to a wife and child…happy…pleasant…and now you have lost it…what I hated and respected you the most for. You’ve completely lost your humanity…but I never thought you would lose the memory of the reason you are what you are.”
“You hardly care for humans…what makes you care for them now?” Vlad’s smile was homicidal, “Did you learn that from the wife who sees you as a monster? Nothing more?”
“I still hate them…but this is what you and several others seem to misunderstand.” Radu smiled, “I was never human to begin with. The bastard son of a demon and a vampire…think about it.”
“I feel no remorse for what I’ve done in my time, Radu.” Vlad remarked, “I am that I am…a monster.”
“Yes…” Radu’s voice was almost a hiss, “But the reason I hated you the most…I despised you for…I wanted you to rot in an everlasting hell for…was the fact someone could see past everything you did and still see you as something admirable.”
Vlad said nothing, but his resolve never faltered for a moment.
“You really did forget, didn’t you?” Radu actually looked baffled, “The reason you left Romania in the first place…on the Demeter...1886…en route to London to seek out the woman you swore you had fallen for…I certainly can’t forget the way you spoke of her! It was nauseating!”
“And you never got that way about anyone?” Vlad raised a thick eyebrow.
“Don’t bring me into this, Vlad.” Radu said swiftly, “This is about you…the last thing I ever wanted to see you become was like me!”
Vlad looked shocked, though all he did was widen his eyes slightly and look at Radu as though he’d finally lost his demonic mind. Radu sighed and gave Vlad an agitated look.
“I don’t want to wake another evening and find myself staring into a mirror.” Radu said, “You are not me, do not become me, and if you do I swear I will find a way to break you…there can only be one monster in Romania…just as there can only be one Dracula.”
Vlad’s lips curled into a slight smile. “Now you are just giving me every opportunity to make you scream yourself hoarse at me again…”
Radu closed his eyes and shook his head. “Something tells me that with you back in Romania I’ll have to learn sign language to get anyone to listen to what I have to say…”
“Maybe…maybe not…” Vlad walked over and gave Radu a pat on the back, “However…I could teach you things that could make you scream yourself hoarse in the catacombs with your beloved disciple…”
Radu’s face looked almost scandalized, but then he laughed. “You bastard…”