A/N: Oh my goodness! It's finally here! 4 years later, readers, and I finally finished this fic! Woot! *party time*

For those of you who have been reading and waiting so patiently, I truly appreciate your patience and readership. I promise not to let any other fics get away from me like this! Feel free to bop me on the nose for the wait if we ever meet in person :D

Secondly, this fic has had a facelift, so I suggest you go and re-read the story. I had to clean up the earliest chapters, but I'm now happy with the overall story, and I hope this ending is as awesome as you had hoped! And now, drumroll please, for the exciting conclusion to "The Devil and the Demon!"

The entrance of the strange craft seemed to be open and waiting for him, and Alucard strode forward stealthily. His red eyes peered over his glasses at the intricate designs craved into the walls that pulsed with golden light. His eyes darted around, watching for traps, but the hallway seemed devoid of any security; this only made him more certain there was a trap just ahead. Not that it would bother Alucard very much. It wasn't like he could truly die.

He finally made it through the hallway and found himself in a circular room, with pillars in the middle and a few open entrances positioned around it. He breathed in deeply, trying to find the Demon's scent, but the room smelled of strange chemicals that made his face scrunch up in disgust at their stink. Wherever his prey was on the ship, he'd have to find it without using his nose.

The gently pulsating light made him blink slowly, almost sleepily a few times, as though attempting to lull him in a trance. Were he a normal human, he might have dropped his guard completely, but he was able to fight off the light's gentle beckoning.

Something white caught his eye, and the vampire turned to see a wall covered in bleached skulls. Curiosity got the better of him, and he moved forward silently, barley swirling the blanket of white fog that rose up to his knees. The skulls ranged in size and shape from the mundane to the fantastic, except for the human skull near the bottom of the wall. Compared to the rest of the trophy skulls, the human looked exceptionally plain.

And he knew that these were trophies. Their display reeked of pride and arrogance, and Alucard suddenly understood the Demon's fascination with stealing the skull and spines of his human victims. He was on a safari, and those were his trophies.

A whirling sound started behind him, and Alucard whipped around in time to see a net be shot at him from an unseen force. The weighted net was moving so fast and was exceptionally heavy, enough that it managed to pin the vampire against the ship's wall. Alucard's gun was knocked from his hand, hidden under the blanket of fog as it skittered away. Motors whirled in the corners caused the net to tighten over Alucard's trapped body. The razor wire dug into his flesh, causing blood to flow everywhere immediately.

Alucard laughed as the wires sliced a grid pattern into his face, breaking his glasses in half under the pressure. The pain was incredible, almost exquisite to the old vampire. Pain was the only thing that told him he still existed, and this was a new kind of fire that he'd never felt before. It was, in a way, exhilarating. Alucard had died a hundred ways, but being sliced into cubes from a net made of razor-sharp wire was a new way to go.

The Demon still did not show itself. Alucard let out a horrendous scream of pain as the wire cut him down to the bones, fileting him alive. For a moment, it seemed the Demon had gotten the better of him, until at the end of the scream he began laughing with insane excitement.

"You really didn't think I'd die this easily, did you?" The vampire queried the (seemingly) empty room. Without waiting for an answer, the vampire changed into a black fog and the net went right through him, now flush against the wall with nothing inside it.

The vampire rematerialized just as the Predator's right hand swung forward, bringing his twin blades right through the vampire's stomach. Blood poured from the shredded holes in his gut and stained the floor underneath them. The Predator, who roared and bellowed in dulled pain and rage, back-handed the vampire across the room. Alucard landed in a broken, bloody heap, still laughing as he slowly got to his feet.

The Predator was already there and back-handed the vampire repeatedly. As soon as Alucard's limp form would hit the floor he drag him back to his feet and hit him again. Each blow would have been enough to snap his neck, if he a normal human.

Finally, the twin blades sliced through the vampire's neck, cutting through the bone and tendons effortlessly. His head (face still contorted in surprised laughter) bounced away under the cover of the low-hanging fog, his laughter fading away. Alucard's body collapsed after staying upright for several seconds, the heavy thud echoed through the chamber somberly and with finality.

Breathing heavily and paranoid, the Predator knelt down and began slashing wildly at the corpse, determined to hack it into the smallest slivers possible. The dead-like human was going to stay dead this time.

The Predator's thermal vision could not penetrate the cool cloud that hide the floor of the ship, so he did not notice anything peculiar as he hacked away with brutal focus. He did not see the blood that had been pooled under Alucard's disemboweled corpse start to flow into a growing puddle several feet behind the Predator. His angry clicks and grunts hid the sound of the blood actually forming a rising figure standing behind him.

There was the sound of a gun being cocked, and the Predator whipped around to see the dead human actually standing behind him. A gun was pointed at the Predator's face, and Herrigan's form quivered in rage. The Predator stood slowly, now completely surprised. I know this particular human is dead. I found the drained corpse myself!

Movement caused the Predator to glance down, and he saw that the human seemed to emerge from a black fog that encased its lower half. This shadowy material moved and swayed as if alive, and seemed to tenderly caress the human standing in its mist. Dozens of red eyes opened all over the black shadows, causing the Predator to let out a confused and concerned trilling sound. Though the eyes normally had the power to paralyze whoever looked at them, their effect was lessened on the Predator, who was only vaguely concerned about their appearance.

"I've been waiting for this a while, you ugly motherfucker!" Herrigan snapped, and he pulled the trigger of his silver hand-cannon. The shot hit the Predator in the face, causing a mandible to go flying off at the bullet's impact. He let out a soul-shaking bellow of pain, but the cop kept shooting with unnatural speed and accuracy. In the chest, the stomach, the thigh, he shot until the floor was a mixture of black shadow and green blood. The Predator collapsed to his knees, barely alive, still unwilling to stop fighting.

There was movement behind the swaying alien, and a white-gloved hand gripped around the Predator's neck from behind. The neck was so think with muscle and bone that Alucard's hand couldn't encircle it even half-way. He simply held on tightly, keeping the dying Predator upright. Even on his knees he was almost as tall as Alucard was standing.

"You fought well, Demon," Alucard said near the Predator's head, speaking in a quiet, almost tender tone. "Time for this to end."

With that said, the vampire's other hand punched through the Predator's back, through its barrel chest, and emerged from the front, drenched in glowing green entrails. The Predator didn't even have time to let out a final roar before it collapsed to the floor of the ship, finally defeated.

Alucard stood slowly, watching the glowing blood as it dripped from his arm and hand, and sent out his long tongue to lap the pooling liquid. It was still just as disgusting as before, enough to make him feel almost ill. The vampire watched the growing pool of blood under the Demon's body with grim disappointment. The creature would have been a fine familiar.

Speaking of familiars, Alucard thought to himself, and he looked up to see Herrigan looking at the Demon, gun hung limply from his hand. He actually looked Alucard in the eyes, chocolate brown boring into glowing red, and the vampire actually felt a little sorry for the police man and his cruel fate. Not wanting his post-battle afterglow ruined with pity, he waved away the shadows and the fearful visage of Herrigan disappeared along with them.

There was another growling sound behind him, and Alucard slowly turned to see two more creatures sudden materialize before him, armed to the teeth with cannons and spears. The laser sight in the shape of a triangle appeared on his forehead, ready to blow his head off without hesitation.

More sounds seemed to come from every direction, and Alucard found himself surrounded by 9 creatures, all armed and wearing masks. All except one, who had solid gray dreadlocks covering its head, and no mask hiding its ugly and alien face. Though not of this world, Alucard could see the wary caution and immense disappointment when this older Demon looked at the younger's corpse. Two more stepped forward and carried the body away, but they moved warily around Alucard, unsure if he would attack them, even unprovoked.

Though it had taken a few minutes for him to learn the language, he had gleaned a few bits of information from the Demon's blood in that taste. Mainly, he had learned that they were a proud, space-faring race of hunters named Yautja. He learned that the Demon he had hunted was a hot-headed youth who still had much to learn in the art of battle.

He also learned, interestingly enough, that the Yautja had a name for what he was. He was a Night-Walker, and apparently every world had its own version of a monster that lived in the shadows and fed off the life force of other creatures. They had never met one like him before, and he was considered to be the most powerful one ever encountered in several worlds.

They had no real way to fight him, and now he knew it too.

Alucard's eyes hardened as they bored into the Elder's yellow ones, the old alien showing restraint and control in front of his subordinates.

Alucard suddenly smiled, and nodded at the corpse of the young one being carried away. "He fought well," the vampire said smoothly. The Elder Predator tilted his head slightly, tusk clicking as he listened. Whether he actually understood English Alucard could only guess.

"I had a lot of fun with him. Haven't had that much fun in a very long time, Yautja," Alucard said, and the Predator looked taken aback when the vampire used their species' name.

Alucard grinned, his fangs poking out between his lips. "I thought about killing all of you, draining your blood and making this a proper bloodbath. However, what's the fun in fighting an enemy that has no chance against you?"

The Elder Predator trilled quietly. "None," it said in a rattling tone, like there were marbles caught in its throat that bounced around when it spoke. It's thick and taloned fingers rubbed absently at a necklace made of teeth and bones that hung around its neck.

"Exactly. I get enough of that here on my usual missions. Though I must admit my disappointment that even your kind, flying around the stars as easily as you do, still cannot bring one vampire to his end," the No-Life King murmured. He looked at the Elder again.

"You are a nomadic race, and you seem to return often to the places you find the most worthy prey. When you come back here, Yautja –because you will return here in the future," he said, remembering Walter's words about the killings ten years prior in South America. "-you bring your best warriors and best weapons, and we'll finally see which of us deserves the title of Best Hunter."

The Elder looked at Alucard for several long minutes. The tension in the air caused by the surrounding aliens intensified as the oldest Predator pondered this challenge. Both Elder and vampire knew that Night-Walkers were almost impossible to kill. The Yautja did not challenge them because it was usually a futile battle. Mostly it was because they, as a race, utilized advanced technology for their livelihoods. Magic was not something they were familiar with, and thus were not sure how to fight it. Magic also was an unfair an advantage for the one who wielded it. The Elder saw this earlier, in how Alucard materialized Herrigan from thin air without hesitation.

The Predators were also not the kind to die valiantly for no cause. They were not a race to fight useless battles just to prove a point, which provoking this ancient monster of the night would do. The Predators were a proud race, but they also understood when they were bested.

If they retreated now, allowed Alucard this victory, then when they returned in the future with better weapons and tougher warriors, they might stand a chance against him.

Or they could die uselessly now by provoking the Night-Walker.

The choice was an uneasy but necessary one.

The Elder looked up to Alucard, looked him dead in the eye, and nodded once. The tension in the air broke, and the other Predators looked at each other before engaging their cloaking devices. Soon, it was just the Elder and Alucard standing in the chamber. As he turned to go, the Elder paused, and reached into his belt, pulling loose an ancient revolver.

"Take it," the Elder rattled solemnly as he tossed the relic to the vampire. Alucard caught the thing, and saw engraved on the brass plating a name and the date "1715."

As Alucard looked up, the Elder Predator too disappeared, and the ship around him started to shake violently as the craft began lift-off. Alucard considered staying aboard the ship and traveling with these hunters, bringing death across space. He had already ravaged Earth; what would it be like to ravage another alien planet in fire and blood? Would his name be hissed in terror in alien tongues across the universe? The idea made him grin, but it faltered after a moment.

Unfortunately, he was still bound to Sir Integra, and he had to report back to her that the mission was complete, and the Demon was dead. The ravaging of the universe could wait until another time. What if the one is amongst those far off stars, he pondered.

Epilogue

"Three and a half hours, vampire," Captain Nathans admonished him when Alucard finally made his way onto the private jet. It was waiting patiently for him on the tarmac of the L.A. airport, although its crew of two were not as much.

Alucard raised an eyebrow at the captain, clearly surprised at his tone. "Since when did you become so cheeky, Nathans?" Alucard asked dangerously.

Captain Nathans, usually one who never fussed or even engaged in banter with Alucard, pointed at the time. "The sunrise is in less than half an hour. Private Cooper and I thought we were going to have to come find you. We all know what Sir Integra would have said if that had happened."

Alucard hadn't realized how late it had gotten. The night had been filled with so much fun and blood he had barely noticed the passing of time. "No point in threatening me with that. I'm here, so let's return home."

Alucard moved back and found his seat, sinking down warily in the soft cushion and found it too soft, uncomfortable even. He ended up fidgeting for a moment as he tried to get comfortable.

The open blinds on the small windows throughout the plane suddenly closed electronically, casting the entire plane into pitch blackness. Alucard would be able to sleep for most of the flight back to England. For once, he was glad for the chance to rest. The Yautja youth had run him ragged across the city.

The cabin's door opened, and Captain Nathans' head peered around into the blackness. "Just a suggestion, Alucard, but you should get some rest while you can. Looks like we'll be making a detour on the way back to the mansion."

"Detour?"

"Yes, on Sir Integra's orders. It seems the village of Cheddar in England has incurred an undead problem. The local authorities have yet to catch on, but she wants you there as soon as possible. At least the sun will delay the bloodshed a bit," he said, although it sounded more to himself than his vampiric charge.

"Well, at least the work will me busy," Alucard murmured to himself. The cabin door shut again, and the body of the plane engulfed the vampire in comforting blackness once again.

He pulled out the ancient revolver from his coat and looked it over carefully. His night vision allowed him to see the tarnished bronze and golden inlay, the stained and faded wooden body, and the cursive lettering above the incredible date. Alucard found himself grinning at the gun, and he tucked it away in a secret pocket. The trophy was also a promise of the Yautja's return, and he would be watching the stars anxiously from now until they fulfilled their promise.

After all, it wasn't as though Alucard would be dying anytime soon.