INTRODUCTION

He had only just closed his eyes.

He had only just closed his eyes, only to open them again and find… what? Certainly, not this. No. Where were the fires of Hell? Where was his perdition? Where…

Where was he?

"Next."

The spectacled man had said it in such a dismissive tone that the king of vampires nearly balked. What in the fresh hell?

He observed the newspaper sitting in his hands. He caught a glimpse of the headline, upside-down. London loses its strongest defender!

He read on, squinting at the smaller text.

Alucard, otherwise known as Vlad Dracula, former prince of Romania and count of Castle Dracula, falls after ingesting-

"Just what is this?" he growled, clenching his fists. When the man made no move to acknowledge him, Alucard smirked, sizing him up. Not many had the balls to ignore him. Not many were stupid enough. He glanced around the table until he spotted just what he was looking for; the nametag. Just about every receptionist had one. Well, Murasaki, Alucard thought. You sure are quiet, aren't you?

He took measured steps forward, the sound of his heavy footsteps and the ticking clock on the desk the only noise in the room. He stopped roughly ten feet away. "Am I due for an appointment?" he joked.

The man lifted his large blue eyes up to stare at him indifferently. The cold, appraising glance wiped the smile off Alucard's face in an instant. Slowly, calmly, the man set his newspaper aside and moved on to a clipboard. He then- still not saying a word- uncapped the pen, and scribbled something.

A nagging at the back of his mind told Alucard that it was his name.

"Come on. I've got all day, but at the moment, I'm not patient enough to play games. Answer me, pencil-pusher."

His answer came from one of the nearby doorways lining the walls of the infinite white hallway. Before his very eyes, the doorway flushed a sickly purple. Alucard blinked at it, puzzled. Suddenly, his body felt a tugging- as if he were a horseshoe, and something behind the door was a magnet. At first, it didn't feel like much, since he had the tendency to be very resilient. But, apparently, so did the door. The pressure increased every moment, but he held firm.

Alucard turned back to look at the man, straining to keep his head straight. The man was watching him still, as patient as ever.

He snorted. "You want me to go in there?"

The man only stared.

Alucard turned back to the doorway. The tension continued to increase. He clicked his tongue against his sharp teeth. "Well. Seems I have nothing better to do, then."

And with that, the door had sucked him in, and the purple once more became solid stone.

The man behind the desk watched.

And blinked.

Then softly huffed in amusement.

"Next."

I feel that I should inform you all that I have been in the Drifters fandom for precisely three days. One in which I finished the anime, two of which I spent writing out the story for this. Be expecting an update very, very soon, my fellow readers. I'm not going to leave you hanging for long! I already wrote it, but this time I'm doing the smart thing and holding off on posting it to correct errors and whatnot.

Love you guys! Hope you liked it! I haven't seen many crossovers for the two shows, even though in some aspects they're very similar. So, I thought I'd try my hand! Tell me what you think!