Disclaimer: the concept and idea of Hellsing belong to someone who is not me. I am making £0.00 out of this fic.

 

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Authoress note: This is along time before the anime and I mean A LONG TIME. Alucard is not as powerful, so if he seems weaker that is why; he is unable to perform much of his powers for example slipping through walls. Also I built this on the thought that Alucard is Vladimir Dracula Tepes.

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The velvet lined lid slammed down above him sealing him in darkness. Vladimir continued to roar, not forming words just a continual growling scream, his voice abrasive, rough, more demonic than human.

 

The bindings around his wrists were weakening, his constant thrashing about in the limited space was having an effect. He managed to work a clawed hand free then the other and instantly began clawing at the lid above him easily shredding the velvet before reaching metal.

 

His roars instantly transformed into a surprised yelp of pain as his fingers were burnt on the silver lid. Apparently he had underestimated his enemy. But fuelled by rage he went back to clawing until his nails broke and his fingers bled. Silver filings littered the tiny velvet lined centimeters around him and the smell of burnt flesh filled his prison.

 

He roared one last time letting out his anger but it broke the sound cracking in the air changing from a roar of pure anger to a cry of despair. He would have preferred death to this, death was an ending, eternal imprisonment was . . . eternal.  He could not die of hunger like a human could, he would slowly wither until his body was a husk but he would still be alive inside of it.

 

He half preyed that he would go mad, it would make this easier.

 

But wait he was count Dracula Vladimir Tepes he could not be held especially by humans. With a renewed vigor he began thrashing wildly once more, doing more damage to himself than the casket he was imprisoned inside. He stopped shortly, bleeding from above his right eye, his fingers had begun bleeding again and he could feel blood on his knees. His clothing was torn in places and burn in others, bare flesh twisted in burning agony.

 

He lay still for a moment allowing his body to heal and giving himself time to think. Obviously struggling was futile as he hurt himself more than he damaged the casket. He sighed in frustration; physical efforts were pointless but what about mental ones.

 

He had glimpsed the outside of the casket as he had been forced into it and now he tried to visualize it in his mind, it was long, carved with ornate yet elegant designs, Christian crosses wove into the design and some sat prominent. Reaching out he felt for the catch with the fingertips of his mind and concentrated hard on flipping it, he was rewarded with a click. Grinning he silently congratulated himself.

 

His senses were suddenly hit with HUMAN. There was someone moving towards him it was seconds until he herd voices

 

‘Well bloody hell’

 

the voice sounded slightly impressed, he recognized the voice of Van Hellsing he almost spat in disgust before remembering he was in a tiny casket his spit would rebound onto himself besides spitting was no type of behavior for a count . . . even if they were a demon.

 

‘You sure he can’t get out of that thing’ a second voice joined Hellsing

 

‘yes’ Hellsing answered curtly, insulted Vladimir couldn’t help but smile slightly, for a human Hellsing had several qualities that would make him a great vampire, arrogance being one of them.

 

‘You hear that Daemon, no way out . . . HA!’ the second voice taunted, Vladimir considered replying but didn’t until the voice got annoyed ‘You HEAR ME!!’ the man thumped on the lid.

 

Vladimir knew it was foolish to allow himself to be taunted and it was a waste of his power to do anything about it, power he could use to get himself out of here, but he needed to vent. Listening to the mans voice allowed Vladimir to pinpoint his position, carefully aiming he fired a mental punch and was once again rewarded, this time by a yelp of surprise from Hellsing and a scream of pain for his associate.

 

Vladimir smiled widely when he smelt blood.

 

‘Are you ok John’ Hellsing asked

 

‘No, he . . . he’ John seemed to be having a hard time comprehending

 

‘Come on lets clean you up’ the two left after a well aimed kick at the casket from John Morris.

 

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Vladimir continued to lie still in his silver prison for days on end, constantly scanning his surroundings with his mind. He tried a few more times to escape, mental scans of the casket rewarded him with little, the lid would still not open and he could find no more catches.

 

He managed to wrap his mind around a servant who wandered to close and controlling them fought to open the casket, mentally exhausting himself before making any progress. He noticed Hellsing’s presence around the place his casket was held a few times but never close enough to get a firm hold on his mind.

 

It was two months and three days when Dracula Vladimir Tepes burnt himself out, the result of constant use of what power he had and no nourishment in return eventually caused his consciousness to fade. Maybe in the future when humans had forgotten him someone would open the casket and find him, withered but alive and he would have his revenge. No doubt those who placed him here would be long gone but he would revenge himself on humanity.

 

Yes. A lot of people would suffer for Hellsing’s mistake.

 

 

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Authoress note: I am thinking of continuing this if I get positive feedback. If there are any obvious mistakes then please point them out.

 

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