Can you do a Alucard x reader where the reader is being hunted down by either Maxwell or Anderson ((them having a Follow from hunchback of Notre Dame obsession type thing for the reader) and Alucard saves her. Sorry if this is too long or confusing. I don’t know if your request is open so I’m just sending this as a possible idea. Hope I’m not bothering you

bookwormmedz:

I really was intrigued by this request and so I wanted to take an approach where I do a version for both Anderson and Maxwell respectively! I had quite a fine time writing this. – Medinah

Enrico Maxwell Ver.

She was on the run. It seemed that no matter where she turned, the world had continued to shrink under her feet. It was her third night without much food or water, and she felt her stomach growl as she took refuge in a dingy London motel. She had traveled the far distance all the way from Italy to England, looking to escape a treacherous pursuer who had many methods to obtain her. She decided it to be unwise to even think of moving until the following morning. She had to lay low, show some forms of normality so that no-one would suspect her. The Vatican had eyes everywhere, this she knew for certain. England was not an exception to this terrifying rule. Upon closing her eyes, she remembered the crazed look in Archbishop Maxwell’s eyes as he promised that she would not be free of his tyranny.

______ was a seer, and this had come to the attention of the Vatican. She had the skill from a young age and used her ability to help others and give them a better life. She was unique, but she was still a devout Catholic girl who prayed to the Lord for prosperity in every waking moment. Maxwell had taken a liking to her, and her piety. She came in her free time to volunteer at the Church he operated and over time Maxwell developed conflicted feelings for her, falling deeper into a pit of confusion. Seeing the eventual outcome of this in her vision, ______ knew she had to get away. She respected Maxwell and didn’t wish to hurt him but he became somewhat fanatical, exercising his power when he could until she snapped and told him she knew what would become of him.

Maxwell had screamed heresy, and sent the Vatican after her. She had to leave her humble life and escape, knowing that if she was caught that Maxwell would do something terrible. She was sure of it.

As she felt herself lulling to sleep, she felt a presence in the room. In her recent visions, she saw only blurred shapes and an entity she could only feel, cloaking her and enveloping her. She felt herself being lifted up but her limbs were too weak to protest. Somehow, she knew it wasn’t Maxwell or the Vatican. Then she heard the voice drift into her ear.

“Don’t worry your little head, you’ll be taking refuge in the Hellsing household under orders of my master. Now, don’t be a pain and come along quietly.”

“Are you my saviour?”

“Hardly, but you can call me what you like. You would do well to keep your eyes shut.”

She touched his face, opening her eyes to see the glowing orange hue of his circular glasses shining in the dark room.

“God must have sent you to save me.”

“Well…who knows? Maybe he did.”

They left, on route to the Hellsing Estate in the dead of night.

Alexander Anderson Ver.

The Father shook his head, trying to shake the thoughts that often plagued his waking moments. In the many decades of his life, he had not encountered such a test from God. Something that questioned his core beliefs, challenging them to the very core. 

His deep rooted fear had come to fruition; he felt a boiling, intense passion, right in his loins for a young woman who recently came to work at the orphanage. She was sweet and thoughtful, always mindful of him and bringing him small gifts of handmade baked goods when she could. 

At one point, he found himself close to her neck, slightly exposed to his view. His nose was close to it, he took in the scent and felt his body fill with an unnatural warmth. He almost touched her then, and since his thoughts were ridden with the idea of intimate nights with her. This angered him, and eventually, he determined that God had sent her, a heathen that seduces men of God, to test him. 

The girl, he comes to find, is a practitioner of magic, mysticism and spellcasting. Upon finding this out, he is infuriated and believes her to be a threat to the Holy House of God and unleashes Section 13 unto her. The girl is now on the run, unaware that the Father holds both lustful tendencies and disdain towards her, wishing to purge her existence. Somehow, she manages to escape to France where she has been finding small work to get by. Iscariot has calmed their searches for her as the orders were only given to Anderson’s closely acquainted, second in command Heinkel Wolfe. 

The girl found herself in a market, purchasing herbs and other bits for a herbal remedy she planned to concoct for an open wound she had been nursing. A man dressed in a long, red coat and fedora approaches her, the atmosphere of the market changing in nature. He tilts down his eyes until he meets her, grinning with his sharp teeth. 

“If you want to live, come with me. My master will ensure your safety.”

Uncertain yet knowing it was her only chance, she followed him into the unknown.