Okay, so I make no promises about this one. Hellsing is an entirely new fandom for me, but the vivid goreyness that should have disgusted me has instead come to fascinate me, in spite of being, quite ironically, hemaphobic in real life. (doesn't get much more paradoxical than that folks) Anyway, I plan on making this a crossover (my first one ever posted) HellsingxBlack Butler; as reference, I will TRY to keep both as canonical as possible; for BB that means Ciel IS A DEMON. Yes, I have watched the third season- but I have also read parts of the manga, and going along with my cross references that means S3 actually happened within the time frame of the first season, being as S2 is basically all anime filler. But following the manga and anime for this fics purposes, that also means S2 happened after S3, making S2 chronologically the last canon we seen. Make sense? Probably not, but I had to try. Also means its been over a 130 years since the canonical (I think) chronological ending of BB, since this happens in Hellsings timeframe. Also, that means for Hellsing that Alucard was gone for 30 years and on that note...Alucard had to kill his soul-selves, all of them, except Shrodingers. What does that mean for this fic? It means Alucard no longer has thousands of souls fueling his power, making him weaker than he'll admit (but still strong as fuck) and affecting his character as such. He's still good ol' sociopathic Alucard, but he's got a different outlook on life after spending thirty years fighting his demons. (ahem) Also means he has some...interesting, new abilities. Also, I watched Hellsing Ultimate BEFORE I watched the original...so, yeah, this will be heavily focused on Ultimate. Sorry Walter. I really do miss you.

Also, trying to find a good way to bring these guys together was...difficult. So sorry if that's kinda awkward.

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing here but the plot; the disclaimer will only appear once. If I was making a profit from this, I would not be stressing over paying tuition next term.

PAIRINGS!

AlucardxSeras (will be kind of central) SebastianxCiel (Alucard has an...interesting, reaction to that, I promise) I guess if you really squinted to see it, some kind of platonic AlucardxIntegra, a little bit of flirting between Sebastian, Integra and Seras because it's just in his character, And a kind of implied GrellxWilliam...kind of. Eh. Not really.

So with that, let us begin in the darkness...

Oh, right, WARNINGS:

There WILL be a sex scene somwhere in here...eventually. It could be Yaoi. It could be Hentai. You'll just have to tread with caution and see for yourself. There won't be TOO much gore or unnecessary blood, but the emotional dynamics might get rough here and there.

And please, REVIEW, or I will assume this is garbage and it will get tossed. LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!

Onwards, then:

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CH I

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The wind howled mercilessly outside the mansion, its claws tearing at the window panes like a starved animal, making them shake and shudder with a warbling and clanking noise, desperate to get inside. Clouds disguised the moon as rain pattered in a steady rythm against the vibrating glass, creating a almost symphonic sound in conjuction with the howling, clawing wind that occaisionally made its way into a drafty room upstairs with a satisified moan, letting its whispy fingers whip an errant paper or two around the room before it lost its gusto again and dissipated with a silent sort of dissatisfaction.

"What are you so busily thinking of, I wonder?"

The voice didn't surprise him anymore. He'd gotten used to the older demon as they had spent the last century or so together; Sebastian eternally bound to him now that his own soul- if he even had one- was just as eternal as his servant's. It still surprised him that Sebastian insisted on keeping up the butler facade; he'd said it 'suited him well' but Ciel wasn't too sure- he mostly thought it was meant to mock him in some way.

"The storm is getting quite intense. I do not fancy being the fool to be walking around in it; but naturally, there will be at least one. I can see why humans once interested you so much; they can be amusingly daft sometimes." He was expecting a well-aimed jab to his once human status as usual, but Sebastian said nothing. Turning from his chair he looked about the room, noticing it was still as spotless as ever. It looked nothing like on the inside what it did on the outside; the gardens were no longer kept, and parts of the mansion had been let to errode without interuption for the better part of a century. Several times London tried to tear this place down, he'd learned, but the people had argued, saying it was a historical monument; It used to be kept up by a volunteer who ignored the circulating rumours about it being "haunted"-

That hadn't lasted after Sebastian and he had returned to the old manor but a week ago.

They were officially here on "business"- meaning that Undertaker, who was somehow still alive, though Ciel cared not to know how, had contacted them while they were busily (or rather lazily) surveying Bordeux*. He'd gotten ahold of them via carrier bird (a raven, of all things!) and requested their presence in London again...he hadn't said why, only that it was urgent, and that if they didn't he'd get in touch with her Majesty- somehow.

Sebastian hadn't been thrilled, but Ciel had been covertly serving the Queen long after his "death"; He did so via liason, using the names of others to disgiuse himself as need be. Sebastian had also taught him the valuable lesson of distorting his appearance to take the guise of another; it wasn't flawless, but it worked in a pinch, convincingly enough that when he absolutely had to face the Queen himself, he never looked like his real self, which hadn't changed much in a century. His hair got fractionally longer, as did his limbs, making him slighly gangly and awkward. His hair had gotten just a shade darker, too. He was much more attractive-looking than he gave himself credit for, honestly, but he blamed that on his demon blood. He could make himself ten times as attractive if he really tried, courtesies Sebastians diligent training. If Sebastian was going to be chained to another demon the rest of either's existence, he was going to make sure that that demon could make it without him, not as a measure of compassion, but one of pure laziness. It made Ciel almost scoff at the thought.

They were in london now because Undertaker, who acted as a ferrier and messenger of sorts, relaying info from Ciel, who he was always in contact with in some way or another, to his "forces" (a group of volunteered demons that decided to serve him and Sebastian on a whim, he'd guess)had called them as such. Ciel could be almost anywhere in the world, and still be able to access his forces, centered in london, if need be. It was a useful system.

So why, then, were they called here personally? And on urgent business too.

"Undertaker sure is taking his sweet time to get here," Ciel pouted. Sebastian merely tutted at the childish expression- Ciel hadn't changed much on the inside in a little over a century. Ciel's perception of Sebastian, however...

"I am sure he will be here soon. He does have a habit of being late, after all."

"But he called us back here on 'urgent business'- you'd think he'd be more concerned."

"Are you?"

"No. But Undertaker doesn't usually bother us for a personal visit if its not dire. And if its dire, then why the bloody hell is he taking so damn long?!" Ciel sighed in agitation. Talk about being late to your own party.

As if on cue Ciel felt a draft suddenly enter the room, looking casually over to the window, which was being slid open. In the near total darkness, Ciel could still see clear as day, and recognised Undertaker's shadowy form almost instantly- that, and no one else dared to use the window to enter the mansion. Ciel sighed irritably, propmting a soft chuckle-like sound from Sebastian, which only served to irk him more.

At least that part of Sebastian's personality remained faithfully familiar.

"You're late, Undertaker." Ciel kept his voice civil despite his urge to grind his teeth.

"Sorry about that, darling- had an errand to run, you know,"

"No, I most certainly do not know- nor do I care to," Ciel let his irritation show in his voice. It was meant to be intimidating, but with Undertaker, it seemed nothing was intimidating. Not even Sebastian growling at him could ruffle the man's feathers or make him pale- it was almost as surprising as the fact he'd lived all this time and equally as annoying.

Then again, he was a reaper once.

"Anyhow, let us discuss business, shall we?" Undertaker's infuriatingly silky voice purred at him as he silently stalked toward the demon, remarkably dry despite having come through the rain not moments before.

"Why have you called us both back here on "urgent business"? And where the bloody hell are all the servants?" One thing that had been brutally apparent to Ciel when he arrived was the crippling absence of his "forces", which usually were notified well ahead of time if he was to be arriving and almost always came to meet him. But they were all absent now.

"Ah, see, therein lies the problem," Undertaker cooed, twirling a sleeve-covered hand nonchalantly as he took a seat upon the desk before Ciel. He'd long since grown used to the mans quirks and so ignored the action, noticing subtly that Undertaker's sense of style hadn't changed hardly at all since they first met so long ago. He still had black nails (which he thought at some point might be permanent, a bit like his own) and wore a too-big grayish-green trenchcoat; the only thing missing was his hat. His silver hair still concealed his eyes, but failed to completely disguise the diagonal scar running across his face. He noticed with some genuine interest that there was a new scar along the left side of the man's jaw, and couldn't help but wonder when that'd happened.

"See, there's been a sort of...infection, in London."

"Infection?" Ciel inquired incredulously. Sebastians intrigue seemed to have been piqued as well as he turned from whatever he'd been busily dusting to listen.

"Well, its hard to explain...You remember the Therian** incident that we had to deal with a few months ago?"

"Hm. I recall it. Don't tell me there's another uprising?" Ciel said with dread. Orders from her majesty had called upon his forces a few months ago to handle a therian uprising on the border of Scottland, being as the creatures had apparently been on a rampage, taking human life without discretion and even going so far as to deliberately threaten the Queen herself. This, of course, couldn't be stood for, so Ciel and Sebastian had been notified and expected to deal with the problem. They had, of course, but the whole thing was a hasstle; trying to get more than a dozen entirely self-interested demons to cooperate with each other could be tiresome sometimes, especially when Sebastian was not physically present to scare the living daylights into the lot of them. Even so, for every workload the demons did, they were expectant of a reward- usually in the case of new and young demons it was enough of a reward that they didn't get thrashed by Sebastian, but the older and wiser ones knew better. It was for this reason that there was a division between the forces, one consisting of young, weak demons that more than readily submitted to Sebastian's power- these ones were the most frequently sent to do things, and comrised nine out of the thirteen demons they commanded- and a smaller group of older, or otherwise more cunning demons who were more like allies that needed to be persuaded to join with them by some means or another; they were only used when absolutley necessary, and were almost always absent from what few collective meetings they held every few years, mostly for the sake of keeping up with who was who, not that Ciel ever really remembered anyway.

"No...not of a therian sort anyway," Undertaker replied cryptically.

"What on earth are you babbling about?"

"I mean to say," he said, suddenly flashing Ciel with a face-splitting cheshire grin that still had the ability to make Ciel uneasy somehow.

"...That this time, they aren't therians, but Vampires." Ciel felt his mind halt. The word was familiar enough to him, in fiction, but he could not recall ever meeting or coming upon one- which, considering his travels, was surprising. He supposed if therians could exist, vampires could as well, but then why had he never seen one?

"Explain." Ciel demanded. Sebastian had taken to perching on the back of his chair with his hands, reminding him all too much of a cat, and chuckled darkly for a moment.

"Vampires, neh? Not our job, I'm afraid." He addressed Undertaker with a smirk that Ciel knew from experience bespoke of things of a chaotic and otherwise unpleasant nature.

"Oh, but on the contrary," Undertaker countered. "The queen has demended you join forces with them to exterminate this...problem." Ciel glanced confusedly between the two, growing irritated suddenly at being kept out of the loop.

"Who? What problem?" Ciel demanded harshly, making Undertaker's grin widen. Not usually a good sign. He looked up to Sebastian to see him smiling wider as well. Definitely not good.

"The Hellsing Organisation."

A peal of thunder sounded outside, adding a dimesion of suspense to the air that Ciel internally damned. Talk about cliche.

"Hellsing? As in Van Hellsing?" Ciel asked incredulously. There was no way-

"Yes, actually." Undertaker's smile widened even more, if that was possible, at the surprised expression on Ciels face. Sebastian laughed at him too.

"Well, Abraham Van Hellsing's descendants, to be more exact," Sebastian clarified. "The man himself died more than five centuries ago. " A sudden, almost unbidden smile spread across Sebastains face, making Ciel worry suddenly.

"And? I take it they are in the vampire hunting business? Why don't they handle this?" Sebastains dark chuckle sent a chill down Ciels spine, making his claws elongate involntarily.

"As I said," Undertaker interjected, cheshire grin still in place. "You've been ordered by the Queen to work alongside them on this one."

"Whatever for?"

"Simple- the presence of demons in their midsts." Ciel almost let himslef balk; they were sending demons to deal with demons?! How the hell was that supposed to work? He decided to voice his thoughts, only to hear an even creepier laugh crawl from Sebastian's throat. It echoed around the otherwise vacant room, and even after spending over a hundred years with this demon, Ciel felt his hair gooseflesh at the noise, which sounded...delighted.

"The same way they do, Ciel," Ciel hated it when Sebastian used his name like that even after abandoning the "young lord" title ages ago. "By pitting bigger demon against littler demon."

"I don't understand...?"

"Its quite simple, Ciel-" again with his name, " Abraham Van Hellsing is famous for defeating which creature?" Ciel hardly had to think about it, but didn't like where he thought this was going.

"Dracula?"

"That's count Dracula- and yes."

"But - and I can't belive I'm asking this, but isn't he fictional?"

"The character that is Dracula is, yes- but the vampire Van Hellsing dealt with- no. Most certainly not." Ciel almost reeled from the grin that spread almost evilly across his eternal servants face. "In fact, Hellsing still employs him."

"Employs? An organisation that kills vampires employs one?" Ciel really didn't find it all that surprising- he'd heard enough movie cliches along the same lines that the effect had worn on him. Still, he was curious.

"Yes- but make no mistake, the vampire that they employ is not quite like the rest." Ciel mentally face-palmed as the realisation took too long to reach him.

"You mean to tell me that Hellsing, the very organisation started by Van Hellsing, keeps Dracula as an employee?"

"Not so much an employee as an unwilling servant," Untertaker interjected. "And he much prefers to go by the name of Alucard nowadays"

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"What?" Integra slammed her fist onto the table in frustration. Her servant had returned from a small town to the south of Hampshire, where there had apparently been some negative goings on with vampires. The problem was that it was apparently no longer just Vampires they had to worry about.

"As I said, there was a barrier around the building- not even I could get through it. Not by phasing, not by shooting at it, not by any means whatsoever." Alucard grinned his usual sardonic grin, though his smooth voice took on a subtle air of excitement that Integra haf expected from the perceived challange he'd been given. She sighed, regaining her cool.

"Are you absolutely sure there was no way to get through it?"

"I am positive. Its a very old kind of magic that I haven't seen in centuries," Alucard grinned impossibly wider. "A almost demonic kind of magic."

"Demon magic?" Integra couldn't keep the curiousity from her voice. It would have been nice to have Walter here at times like this. He was always so well-versed in these areas.

But there was no time to think of him now.

"Ah, yes. As I am sure you are aware, we Nosferatu are not the only creatures of the night. Demons are out there as well, though our kind seldom cross paths."

"I presume this is intentional?" She carefully hid the anxiety that was creeping up on her at the mention of the word-demon.

"Indeed. See, Nosferatu are in a vague sense a kind of demon," Integra huffed at that- she believed it, more than she cared to admit to the devilish vampre before her. "A kind of demon that is born from a human- the very worst kind, in my opinion." 'you're not the only one who thinks so, trust me'

"The key difference is that whereas myself as Seras are born from a human corpse, effectively, a regular demon has their own body. There are lots of other differences as well, being as there are many kinds of demon, but somehow I don't imagine you have the time to hear all of that."

"No- but I will make a note to have you write down your findings and have them sent to the library. Now-"

"-There is no way to defeat them as we are." Alucard interrupted. "Even I don't have the power to kill an older or more powerful demon. You see, whereas a vampire can only take a fraction of a human's soul through their blood, a demon has the ability to take the full soul; that makes them more powerful, as a general rule." He said, wicked grin still in place. His grin only widened as Integra paled a fraction of a shade, unnoticable to anyone but those who possessed the keen nocturnal vision he did. "It is also why our kind try to avoid each other- we both feed on the same prey, like to live in the same places, and have some common abilities, at least in certain demons."

"But the demons are stronger- why do they not simply push your kind out?" Integra almost smiled at the idea of demons pushing all the vampires from london, but quickly lost the emotion when a sense of dread hit her at the idea.

"They do, sometimes; but," Alucard dropped his smile suddenly, an almost disgusted edge coming into his voice. "Since vampires are born from humans, they still have some human habits- one of which is to be social." Alucard physically grimaced at the word. "Most all demons are solitary, horrendously selfish creatures that work solely to fulfil their own desires," 'well," Integra thought. 'you're more like a demon than I thought'

"Whereas Vampires- most of them, anyway- have a residual instinct to be social, even if they're selfish; they still feel the strong need for companionship." Integra wondered suddenly if Alucard was speaking empathetically, which was a very rare thing for him to do; she often attributed his aquisition of a Childe to lonliness, but had never dared ask him about it. It was too personal even for them to discuss.

"And this desire for companionship- they are able to overwhelm a demon with numbers?"

"In a sense, yes- but a older, stronger demon is no match for an army of vampires; thankfully most of them would rather mind their own business than bother with a pathetic colony of vampires, and the vampires in turn are glad to ignore their presence- or, if need be, get out of their way." Integra seemed to think this over a moment.

"But there were vampires in that house, right?"

"Yes- that is what is so troubling about this; I have reason to believe our little group of vampires may have employed a demon into their midsts."

"Employed?"

"A demon will almost never work for free. Not for anyone else, anyway; If it does not benefit them in some way, they simply won't do it." Again, Integra made a mental comparison to Alucard, careful to hide it from his own mind.

"So you think these vampires are bribing the demon somehow?"

"Yes."

"Then what are we to do?"

"Actually," Alucard grinned again, his fangs glinting maliciously. "We've been given orders by the Queen to join ranks with another, more covert operation that apparently specialises in these affairs," Alucard drawled.

"What?! We were given orders, and you didn't tell me?" she seethed.

"Well, I've told you now, haven't I?" He chuckled his usual dark laugh. "Besides, I think this union will prove interesting. We've been instructed to visit the Phantomhive estate in west London as early as tomorrow evening."

"Phantomhive?" the name sounded too familiar. Not usually a good sign when Alucard knew the name as well.

"Yes- the lord is supposed to be long dead- however," Alucard's grin took an especially wicked glint "It would appear he has become immortal."

"You mean he's a vampire?" Integra asked, dumbfounded.

"That, I can't say for sure." with a dark peal of laughter, the vampire dissipated into a fine mist before vanishing altogether, leaving Integra to her thoughts.

Or so she thought.

"You really aught to sleep tonight. Tomorrow evening will probably be...eventful, as it were."

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Short chappie! Not my strongest opening, I'll admit, but I have half a plan for this. If I get feedback (ahem, REVIEW) I'll post the next chapter. As a general rule, for future reference, I do not post new chapters unless I get reviews,because it helps me to understand how well my fic is received and get an idea of how much demand there is for it. More demand= faster updates. That said, I'm a college kid and updates with me are always dreadfully slow. So, with that in mind, lets point out my favorite thing to annoy everybody with: ASTERISKS!

*Bordeaux: A small wine-making town in southern France, known for its wine and iconic scenery.

**Therians: A were-creature, not necessarily a wolf, though were-wolves are the common image. Were-owls and were-cats are also poular.