Police Girl 1.1 (Hellsing/Worm)

Walking down the narrow corridor of Winslow High, I suppressed the smouldering ball of hatred growing in my chest at the murmured gossip spread by Emma's cronies.

"I heard she did the whole football team, at once!" A short, mousy girl whispered to her blonde cheerleader friend.

"Only way she'd get a guy to sniff her" Was the snippy reply.

"What's that stink!" One of the more fashionably dressed hanger-on's tittered, as I stepped past her small group. I clenched my jaw, resisting the urge to hurt someone.

Partly to practice and in part to distract myself from my anger, I focused on what I could smell through my nose. A pseudo form of meditation I started sorting through and cataloguing the plethora of scents that permeated the air. Hormones, cigarettes, leather and steel, and the heavenly scent of warm blood pumping through veins, focusing on the chaotic cesspit of odours I felt my anger recede.

At my next class's door I stopped, one of the trio, shared this class with me. Madison wasn't as effective as Sophia and Emma at hurting me either physically or emotionally, however, she was an expert at twisting the teachers to her whims, and not for the first time I wondered why I didn't just kill them all.

Because I would be the first suspected, came the silent answer. Shaking away my fantasy of revenge I opened the classroom door.

Stepping into Mr Gladly's Parahumans and World Studies class, I took in the half filled classroom. As my eyes passed Madison and her groupies their soft giggles tapered off.

"…Are you sure?" I managed to catch the small blonde offsider whisper to Madison, her mouth obscured by a strategically placed textbook.

"Gladly won't do anything," And he wouldn't, he was a teacher who wanted to be one of the cool kids. I could imagine the small smirk on her oh so innocent face. Trailing off, the bitch glanced at me, her eyes dancing with a cruel mirth.

Looking at my assigned seat, I released a frustrated sigh. No 'accidentally' spilled juice covered my seat today. Without my enhanced hearing, I would have been relieved at been spared the embarrassment of wet pants and been promptly blindsided by whatever their latest plan to cause me grief had been.

Forcibly shoving that unpleasant line of thought to the back of my mind, I pulled my notebook out of my backpack, wincing slightly as the high pitch squeak from dragging my seat on the classroom floor resonated painfully with my heightened hearing.

Listening to Gladly's droning voice I let my mind run free, if I could still sleep the monotone presentation would have had me tempted to rest my eyes.

'Badum – Badump – Budamp'

Swallowing, my mouth began to water as my suppression of the weirder aspects of my power wavered; my classmates heart's soft drumming filled my ears. Dozens of steady beats, merged into a primal song. The hunger to sample, to feed rose as I squashed the memory of the shear ecstasy that even a drop of blood provided. Sucking my finger after I slipped pealing the pota-

"-aylor!" Gladly's angry voice pulled me from my slightly homicidal musings.

"So you are paying attention now? Good!" My cheeks heated at the reprimand, tuning out the classrooms muted sniggering at my predicament. "Now, What was the effect on the worlds medical technology as a result of Mozambique's Tinker specialisation?"

Blushing, my mind blanked on the question, I felt my teeth's ragged points fade away, as I tried to weak my brain for an answer.

-Line Break-

"Damn Madison, Damn Gladly," I cursed under my breath, as I half walked and half ran from the school. They had settled on ruining my project for today's humiliation. Her bitch of a follower had flashed a smile at my assigned partner and walked off the lessons work. And had the fucking gall to present it first.

I staggered as I felt my foot slide out from underneath me. Windmilling my arms wildly I managed to catch myself against the nearby lamppost. Breathing heavy from the shock I looked around for what had tripped me up.

I started as I took in where my feet had taken me, unconsciously I had walked myself to the Docks, and all round me, dilapidated properties lined the streets, empty shopping trolleys and garbage piled under the streetlights.

This was the bad end of Brockton Bay, Merchant Territory.

Deciding on a direction at random I set off at a fast pace. I barely reached the end of the street before I heard two heartbeats that had decided to follow along behind me.

Frowning at my luck, I headed towards a small alleyway ahead, that I should be able to lose them in.

"Fuck," I swore as I saw the brickwall dead end.

"Well lookie what we have here Ed" Sneered the beanie wearing man, wiping his nose along his forearm as he walked down the alley towards me.

Ed gave me a feral grin, revealing several missing teeth, "Isn't much of a looker. Looks like she might be some fun, 'eh Dom"

Dom let out a high-pitched giggle at a joke only they understood, as I started to back away from them Ed fumbled his other hand free from his hoodie's hand pouch. Waving his hand, he flicked open his switchblade.

"Nawh, no don't you be going nowhere," I eyed the knife as long as my pinkie. I tried to judge my chances against a knife-wielding junky. I was faster than before, stronger too, but not supernaturally so, neither would really be much help against a knife, I had accidentally cut myself a few times in the kitchen, to get a tasty pick me up. I bled as easy as the next person.

"That's a nice jacket you have, Dom you reckon Angie would like it?"

"Dunno, her tit's are a fair bit bigger than scrawny here,"

While they were arguing over my less than impressive feminine assets, I scanned the alley for a weapon with some reach. The short block of wood look-

"Oi! Give it here now," Ed's nasally voice spoke up disrupting my focus, spittle shot from his mouth, agitated he gave a small wave of his knife, adding almost as if an afterthought, "Your wallet too, school girl!"

A quick glance at the wooden plank must have betrayed the direction of my thoughts. He lunged at me.

Off balanced and surprised, I tried to scramble backwards. He was faster than I thought he would be, dashing into arms range before I could react. Twisting desperately to the side of his lunge, I avoided his grasping hand. Dodging his grimy hand, I felt a flash of agony pierce my stomach. Looking down I saw the bloodied hilt of his switchblade embedded in my stomach.

As Ed ripped the knife from my stomach, I wanted to cry, all the shit piled on in the week after the locker and I get FUCKING stabbed. I couldn't help but let loose a broken and slightly hysterical laugh.

"ah AHH HA ahhAHAHAH" The louder my hysterical laughter got, the greater the urge for blood, the junkies heart pounded in my head.

"She's fucking nuts Ed!" Dom hollered over my voice.

"Fuckin' bug nu-" Fuck it, I lunged.

As I felt my teeth sink into Ed's throat, I couldn't help but note the shear bliss I felt as the hot blood poured down into my thirsty mouth, a gurgled scream tore itself from the mangled throat as I inhaled the nectar.

Dimly I felt something poke me in the back, but it wasn't important. What was important was the fire I felt coursing through my veins, I felt alive, as if I could do anything. A squelch and a faceful of grey goo turned my attention to the remains of a crushed skull between my fingers.

An optic nerve and grey matter clung to my hand. It almost gave me pause in my feeding, how did I do that, I'm positive I couldn't do that this morning?

Pulling my musing back from my mysterious strength, I noted the lack of blood entering my mouth. Frowning at the dry body. I pushed it away, the body splattered against the opposite alley wall with a wet crunch. Wow, I looked at my hand and back to the remains. "No hugging Dad until this is sorted,"

Again, I felt that poking, wasn't there two junkies? Glancing around I stared at Dom. Wide eyed he was stabbing me as fast as he could. I couldn't help but sneer at his horrified face, idly I noted the knife wounds closed as fast as he could stab me.

"Try to mug me?" I wanted him to hurt. Grabbing a hold of his shoulder, I felt it collapse like wet cardboard under my hand. "I needed something to vent at, so Dom thank you so kindly for volunteering."

His scent of overwhelming fear was delicious, I wonder if I could make him die of fright? Curiously, the buzz I'd had since my first taste of Ed surged as I felt a tingle along my arm not holding Dom, as it exploded into a writhing mass of shadowy tentacles. Transfixed I watched as my arm morphed into something that I could only describe a demon arm.

"No, pleee-ase. Le me go. I'll be good" The junky Dom cried, as I softly stroked his cheek with my mutated arm.

"Shh shh!" I admonished, grimacing as he decided to evacuate his bowls then. I gave him a small smile, that I'm sure was reassuring.

I'd like to think this time I wasted nowhere near as much blood.

-Line Break-

Sprawling on my bed covers, I noted a worrying fact, the lack of concern at killing two men bothered me more than the guilt I should have felt. I didn't feel any guilt from tearing apart the junkies, instead I found myself relishing in an unbelievable sensation of fullness and contentment. My entire body hummed with energy.

Lifting my shirt I peered at my slight paunche, I had consumed near two human bodies worth of blood, my stomach should have been the size of a beach ball. However, all I felt was a comfortable fullness, consuming those worthless dregs of society had sated a hunger. A hunger I hadn't known I had been subconsciously holding at bay with my increasingly rare steaks and the occasional sucking on a conveniently nicked finger.

A giggle burst its way out of my throat. Is this what it is like to be high?

I looked at my thin white arm, a contrast to the animalistic arm it had transformed into as I lost myself in the bloodlust. Focusing on what I remembered it looking like, I tried willing my arm to mutate. I felt something in me flexing, bubbling the skin along my arm shifted into a mass of shadow tendrils before reforming into a black and red demonic claw.

Before the biggest change I had been capable of was turning my mouth into a field of white knives. I know I hadn't been able to shift on this scale before, it had been one of the first things I tried after my teeth had changed.

The blood must be the key, I was stronger, faster and I healed in a blink after drinking the junkies lifeblood.

Dissolving the arm, I glanced at my chest.

Chewing my lip, I thought of the implications if the transformation ability was as I thought it was. A happy thought, I would be able to shed one of the more painful things the trio used against me, my body. I had nothing to lose by trying closing my eyes, I focused my mind on the one attribute I lacked.

It was a disconcerting feeling, my chest reformed with an unexpected weight, as feeling returned I let loose a wheezing laugh as I felt the now too small shirt constricting my chest.

A/N: She has at the moment the lower tier power of Seras. Her power affects her sort of like Burnscar, with the lack of empathy thing going on when she drains the blood.