Howdy there! This is my first Hellsing fanfiction! I feel so proud of myself! And it's a crossover too! So anyway I'm pretty damn sure this is gonna be OOC so if you don't like that screw you! I'm the author and I can do what I want cause its my story::goes on a power trip::

Well anyway this is a crossover with Fullmetal Alchemist and if you haven't seen the whole series there will most likely be spoilers so go watch it NOW! Also if you haven't watched or read Fullmetal Alchemist at all then you will definitely be lost if you read this

I will also be going by the Fullmetal anime not the manga.

Im going to also mix some elements from the Hellsing Anime and the manga like Integra's personality will be a mix of both the anime and the manga, in the manga she's nice but in the anime she's a real bitch.

Also please if you review I don't mind constructive criticism but if you're just gonna say: god you suck! Or something equally idiotic then please don't review cause I just get really pissed at people like that.

Disclaimer: I own nothing! Anything you recognize its not mine! So do not sue me!! You wont get much!

KEY:

"blah"-talking

'blah'-thinking

"blah"- telepathy

Call Me: LOSS

The full moon was rising over the Hellsing mansion, on the outskirts of the city of London. In the cellar of the mansion a young woman sat at a small wooden table in her rather dreary room, this young rather pretty woman had short blond hair an hourglass figure and wore a yellow police-like uniform that had a skirt that was so short it bordered on indecent. The most striking aspect of her appearance though was her dark, blood red eyes.

The cause of this disturbing color was the fact that she was not at all human, she was a member of the undead, a vampire by the name of Seras Victoria. Seras sighed heavily,

'dammit how am I gonna keep this up?' she thought to herself,

Being careful to make sure her master, Alucard was not listening in on her thoughts as he often did when he was bored. 'These people aren't like the other humans I've come in contact with, their smart and have excellent instincts. They could very well see past my mask of idiocy and innocence and see me for who I really am…What I really am.'

"Damn" she hissed her crimson eyes flashing in frustration, "I'm not fucking Envy! I don't know how long I can keep this up."

Sighing again she picked up the packet of blood that was her meal and sunk her sharp fangs into the plastic sucking it dry in a mere minute. "I need to get my mind off of this, I need something to do!" she said to herself. Then it came to her "that's it!" she whispered. She got up in haste and went to her coffin-bed.

Underneath it was a small wooden trapdoor that opened onto a little storage room that had obviously been forgotten about by the occupants of the mansion, all the better for her. Slipping into the darkness she found all of her Alchemy books set in neat little stacks, she chose a few and exited the storage area. She went to the little desk she had been given and sat down.

Opening the middle drawer of her desk she pulled out, a black leather bound journal that had the word Loss scripted in gold across the cover. This journal served as both her personal diary and her research journal. "just because I cant use alchemy anymore it doesn't mean I cant still study it, hell who knows I may be able to figure out how I was even able to become a vampire at all." She said before immersing herself in the science of alchemy.

Upstairs, meanwhile a certain platinum haired, icy-blue eyed bespectacled, head of Hellsing was sitting at her desk smoking one of her insanely expensive cigars, one of her few stress relievers.

She was looking over the latest mission reports and it seemed that the newest addition to Hellsing her servants fledgling was finally improving, she executed her duties without hesitation and had made no significant mistakes at all these past few nights.

It was as if that childish, naïve, clumsy girl she had been was never there. Walter had told her that Victoria had been changing rapidly not in appearance, or anything truly noticeable, but that when he looked into her eyes he saw the eyes of someone trying desperately to hide something and intense sadness, anger, and regret. He had also told her that the happy-go-lucky, clumsy girl they had known may very well have just been a mask she put on for them all.

'Why though? Thought Integra.

Sitting back in her chair and letting out a stream of smoke from her mouth. 'Why would someone hide their own abilities, intelligence and power especially when that person is a vampire?"

From what she knew of the vampires her organization terminated and from her interactions with Alucard, vampires loved to show off their abilities trying to prove they were the best. Sighing in aggravation she went back to her mountain of paper work, she didn't have time to worry about what the hell was going through the weak vampire's mind she had work to do.

For the next week or so Seras would sit her room, door locked, and study alchemy. She had almost forgotten how much she loved the almost magical science. Of course she was sure she could no longer perform it after all vampires had never been able to use the science, she theorized that it was because they went against the laws of nature and science. 'So why, why was I able to become one? How is it even possible?!' she thought angrily as she flipped through page after page of a big advanced alchemy book.

Then a particular word caught her attention: Homunculus. Seras let out a humor-less laugh and closed the book. She already knew all there was to know about homunculi, and all the book had to teach her was a bunch of misconceptions and lies.

Sighing she stored the book in her desk drawer, she was about to retrieve one that she had already been through just in case she had missed something, but her phone rang she ran over to answer it. She was told that a bunch of freaks had attacked an orphanage in Badrick (AN/spelling?) near the catholic-protestant border and that her unit and Alucard were being dispatched. She gave an affirmative and hurriedly put her books away rushing out, not noticing that she had left her journal out sitting on top of her desk.

Half an hour later Seras was standing outside the orphanage, her Harconnen cannon slung over her shoulder, she really did hate the gigantic thing; it was useless in close range fighting which is what she dealt with most of the time.

Seras glanced over at her master Alucard, she wished desperately that she could tell him everything, that she could show him he hadn't made a mistake in turning her.

But, it was too risky, if word ever got out, they would find her she would be forced to go back and serve that bitch and this time there would be no escape.

Shaking herself out of her depressing thoughts she followed her master into the building, inside it was like a scene from hell children's bodies lay mutilated on the floors, blood spattered the walls like some deranged artist's macabre masterpiece. The scent of blood was overpowering and made her a little woozy.

Without thinking she lowered her noses sensitivity allowing her to think clearly, 'wait how did I do that?!' she thought shaking her head, Seras followed her master through the halls looking for the freaks until they came to a hall that split in two directions.

"Police girl you go to the left I'll take the left." Said Alucard

Seras nodded "yes master." And she took off down the left hallway. Coming to the end she saw a pair of large double doors and could hear voices inside, growling she kicked the doors down.

Inside what had obviously been the library, five freaks dressed in black were feasting on the corpses of what appeared to be young children. Corpses littered the floor around them; some were sitting on over turned book shelves.

Okay, now she was pissed.

Dropping her cannon she threw herself at the freaks with an animalistic roar. Shoving her right hand through one of the male's chest cavity and ripped out his heart with a fountain of blood accompanying it. The freak turned to dust as she turned her attention to the others. They pulled guns on her but she merely smirked. Seras could feel the bloodlust taking over.

With a deranged smile she dodged the rain of bullets that headed for her and proceeded to rip the remaining freaks apart. By the time the last one had fallen Seras's arms up to her elbows were coated in blood; blood also spattered the rest of her body. As the blood lust subsided she collapsed to her knees and shut her eyes tightly as image after image of barely suppressed memories assaulted her mind. Memories of what she had done while in the service of that person, all that she had lost, and memories that weren't supposed to be hers.

"Ungh!" she groaned as she clutched her head trying to push back the torrent of memories. Bloody tears slipped from her eyes, falling down her face and dripping into the pool of blood that had formed beneath her. "STOP IT!!" she cried her voice laced with desperation and despair.

Seras felt as if she was drowning in the sea of memories both hers and not, the persona of the girl she was supposed to be was trying to crush her own. "No!" she growled forcing the torrent back forcibly. Slowly the wave of memories receded back into her subconscious leaving her panting for unneeded air. Seras slowly got to her feet, and wiped away the tears. She was about to go when suddenly she sensed something that made her freeze and a feeling of fear grip her.

Seras leapt to the side just in time, because a pair of blessed silver bayonets embedded themselves into the floor right where she had been a second before. She looked up to see none other than Father Alexander Anderson standing in the door way, another pair of bayonets in his hands and a crazed smile on his face.

Ooooh Cliffie!! So tell me what ya think, good? Bad? A piece of shit that shouldn't see the light of day? Review and let me know! I'll update if I get at least ten reviews, I need those reviews!! Well see ya!