Full summary: In a world where Celestia and Luna are merely stories, Equestria is filled with murder and intolerance. A young Twilight Sparkle serves as the newly crowned Queen, but her many responsibilities stop her from doing much for the people. To assist the Royal family with this problem, an organization called Hellsing was created many generations ago.

Rarity, an independent and strong young woman, is the head of the Hellsing organization. Alushy is her vampire servant whom she uses as their weapon to defeat the occult. Together, Alushy and her fledgling, Pinkie Pie, must defend Equestria from vampires, ghouls, and the rising forces of Major Moon.

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The moon glimmered red in the pitch black sky, the only source of light on the bloodied battlefield below. Gunfire rang out in sharp cracks, bright flashes of light surging across in hopes of hitting a soldier on the other side. The cries of men blown through various body parts added to this cacophony; some hoped, if they were shot to kill, it'd be through the head so they wouldn't suffer an agonizing death. Yet, others desperately wished with every fiber of their being that the bullet meant to end their life would merely graze them, or perhaps just lodge itself into somewhere relatively non-life threatening, like their leg or hip. These are the ones that had family to return to, people to take care of; however, some didn't have this that wished for life. They were just not ready to die. They had so much more to live for.

Fortunately for the other side, they no longer had people to want them. They were merely weapons for their deranged general. They were playthings, willing to do anything for their commander; experiments produced in a laboratory by a madman Doctor who wished to be recognized for his genius.

Who were these toys, you may wonder. What people could be simple toys? Who could be willing to die in an instant just to be more powerful?

This is what many wondered. The other side, however, did not.

A young teen, bathed in shadow, bounced from man to man, slaughtering them. He didn't seem to have anything to use as a weapon besides his fists, and he didn't even have any armor to protect himself. Yet bullets aimed his way never hit him, deflected by something that glinted ice blue in the darkness. His hands gripped something as a group of men surrounded him, and he moved his arms swiftly. In an instant, blood sprayed from the attackers, and they all collapsed with their heads sliced cleanly from their bodies. The teen sprang off again in search of more victims.

A long red coat danced in an unknown breeze, the owner standing atop a mound of mangled corpses, daring any and all to take them on. A pair of leathery wings were spread far out in a sign of challenge, and in one of their gloved hands was a formidable looking silver gun. Two bright red eyes stared out over the rapidly emptying battlefield. The figure watched as the young teen cut down another small group of men. Glowing green eyes met red, and then the teen bounded up the miniature hill of deceased men to stand beside the figure.

"Alushy," the teen began, voice smooth, "we have nearly won."

A wide grin spread across the one known as Alushy's face, her sharp teeth glinting. "Yes, indeed, Spike." Alushy cracked her knuckles as she flexed her hands. "There are very few things to take care of now. The Major's vampire army is nearly obliterated."

Spike smiled in satisfaction, one of his naturally born canine teeth poking out over his bottom lip. He played with his deadly filaments idly before speaking, "Shall we?"

Alushy's grin spread wider.

"Yes."

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There was little more in her life that Rarity did than worry about her future. Between studies, her passion as a dressmaker, and living out her childhood, there wasn't much time to do else. She was the heir of her father's business, and she had to be smart and prepared for the role. But she wouldn't be the heir for much longer.

"Little Rarity Belle," came the sinister chuckle, the voice dripping with malicious intent. She heard footsteps under her; currently, the young filly was hiding in the air ducts of what was now her estate. She remained quiet as she gazed through a grate at the hallway below. Three men came into view through the slotted metal.

Rarity bit her lip. She vainly tried to think of what to do in this situation. She couldn't die and let the company be run by an evil bastard—she couldn't die, period. She was only twelve; so young for this responsibility. Even still, that didn't stop her crazy uncle from attempting to end her life.

"Rarity Belle Hellsing," her uncle crooned. Rarity's heart pounded rapidly in her chest as he spoke again. "Where are you? The grand successor to the Hellsing organization. I waited—I waited so long. I waited twenty years for that bastard of a father to wither and die, and minutes before he goes, he names you to succeed him as the head of the Hellsing family. Well, I won't accept it! That position is mine, and I won't allow him to betray me in such a way!"

Fearing so intensely for her life, Rarity, as quietly as she could, began to crawl farther through the air ducts. As she did, her mind anxiously sifted through anything her father might've said to help her . . .

The old man lay on his death bed, face sickly pale and chest heaving with the effort to continue breathing. Rarity, sadness crashing down on her, leaned in as Magnum tried to speak.

"Rarity . . . if the time should ever come, and all other hope seems lost . . ." Magnum murmured, voice low and raspy, "if you should ever find your enemies closing in on you, go to the last cell of the deepest dungeon of the estate. There lies one of the Hellsing family's darkest legacies. It will be the key to your salvation."

Rarity faded back into the present as she arrived at the exact place her father had spoken of. The door swung open after she unlocked it, and with caution, the young unicorn took a few tentative steps inside. It was pitch black. Dust made the air heavy after years of neglect. Struggling to see, Rarity used a small light spell to illuminate the dungeon, her hands glowing pale blue. A gasp escaped her lips. A corpse, wearing a tight straight jacket that held its arms firmly against its body, sat before her feet. Chains further held it to the wall. It was nearly impossible to tell what gender it was from the level of decomposition.

"No . . . how can this corpse . . . be my salvation?" Rarity asked quietly to herself, mouth open in disbelief. She searched the room for anything she might be missing, slightly sickened at the empty eye sockets of the corpse that seemed to watch her, even though they lacked actual eyes.

Sinister laughter sounded from behind her. Spinning around in horror, Rarity found herself face to face with her psycho relative. He pointed his gun at her from where he stood in the doorway.

"Uncle," Rarity gasped, sapphire eyes widening in fright at the realization she was about to die. Legs shaking, she backed away slightly. She couldn't go much farther, however, as the corpse sat behind her.

"Something wrong?" her uncle asked with a grin.

"Are you really so desperate to claim the family title that you'd actually be willing to . . ." Rarity's words trailed off; she was so frightened she could barely speak.

"What an astute observation, Rarity."

A gunshot rang out, and Rarity screamed as the bullet grazed her arm. She toppled backwards, landing on the floor next to the corpse. Drops of blood spattered onto the floor, some managing to get on the dead body next to her. Rarity's violet hair fell around her shoulders, unkempt and slightly ragged. She tried to pick herself up; at least her uncle's bullet had only grazed her. It could've been pure luck, or maybe he wanted to kill her slowly; perhaps it was even because he was simply a terrible shot altogether.

Her uncle took a step forward, his two bodyguards trailing after him. His gun was still aimed at his niece.

Oh so slowly, the corpse began to move. It twitched several times before it escalated into full movements. Rarity flinched, eyes widening even farther as she desperately tried to scoot away.

"Th-the corpse!" one of the bodyguards exclaimed, pointing at the atrocity. The corpse's eyes began to glow, and its struggles became more pronounced as it yanked against the chains holding it to the wall. It ripped away and managed to stand up, a roar tearing out of its jaws.

Rarity's mouth fell open as the monster attacked her uncle and his bodyguards.

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The monster fell to its knees at Rarity's feet, its head bowed. Rarity's breathing was still a little heavier than normal, but at least she was no longer at an increased risk of dying. This creature didn't seem to want to kill her. At this point, she was still trying to tell what gender this creature was—it looked female. Deciding it was indeed a female, Rarity inspected the creature. Her body was still encased in the straight jacket, but the face and facial structures were angular and sharp, her skin was pale, her eyes were a piercing crimson, and her ears were acutely pointed. Her long, ragged pink hair covered one side of her face. Two sharp canine teeth—blood stained—poked out over her bottom lip.

"What's your name?" Rarity asked quietly, stilling her fears.

A grin spreading across her face, the monster throatily replied, "My master, your father, called me . . .

"Alushy."

Author's Note:

Yes, this is a crossover with Hellsing Ultimate. I started watching it (even though I really hate anime), but I'd seen Alushy and really wanted to know what it was all about.

And might I say, I absolutely love Alucard. Everything about him is so . . . deliciously perfect.