I do not own Hellsing. I only own my OC

Pairings: Seras/OC, A/S, P/S

Prologue: Before there was Madness

Damn, that seemed to be my favorite word of the day. That and shit, fuck, and crap. That's because I'm, having the worse night in my 18 years of life. My name is Seth Swanson, and I'm an officer in squad E-13. I'm actually born and raised Japanese. Seth Swanson is just my changed name when I arrived in the UK 2 years ago. My old name was Hidou Kurofuji, but now it's just Seth. Don't worry; I speak near perfect English, except when I'm really pissed off I curse in Japanese. It's a habit.

So why am I so pissed off right now? Because I'm freaking running for my life, and I shit you people not, I'm running from zombies. I and my squad were just supposed to take this stupid homicidal murderer down, but my teammates all ended up dead then zombified. Weird enough they all had huge animalistic bite marks on their necks.

So here I am, in the middle of nowhere in some godforsaken forest, trying not to get eaten by the undead corpses of my fellow policemen. I hate my life. I came to the UK for a new start from my shitty life in Japan, not get hunted down my monsters from horror movies. Suddenly I heard a moaning sound; a single zombie in a familiar uniform was limping over to me. I clucked my tongue and began to shoot the fiend, too bad I had the worst shot in the squad.

Suddenly I heard a thunderous bang. The zombie's head got shot clean off. I turned and saw a tall bloke in red. A large red fedora hat which I'm sure no one wears anymore, a long red coat that reminded of certain anime I used watch back in Japan, he had a long face and a pointed nose, longish raven hair blew against the midnight wind, in was dressed a suit with this weird-ass tie thingy and orange tinted sunglasses that hid his eyes. His Cheshire cat grin is what creeped me out the most, that and the huge-ass hand-gun he was holding with one gloved hand.

"Um…," I said awkwardly, "Thanks?"

"Lovely night out tonight, eh boy?" The man replied randomly.

A bit uncomfortable and gave a meek smile, "Uh…yeah I guess. It's warm tonight, and the moon's full as well." Then I came to my senses, I was chatting with a suspicious stranger, I then said in much stronger voice, "Who the hell are you? Are you the culprit of these murders? If so, I'll freaking take ya down."

The man just chuckled, "Ha Ha, boy you've got spunk I'll give you that. Even for a Jap. And as if your weak lead bullets could hurt me, especially," He grinned showing what I feared the most, pearly white, I gulped, fangs. "Especially when you're dealing with a bloodsucker!"

"Shit, you're not human!" I quickly shot the man in aiming for the chest, hitting the shoulder. I cursed my horrible aim and ran off like a scared chick. I felt horrible, back in Japan I was big badass, always getting to fights. I damned my cowardice but that guy just gave me a bad feeling, a feeling that I should get away. I ran until I got to an old log inn, you don't see those as much anymore. I brushed my raven black hair out of my eyes, cursing myself for letting it grow out to my shoulder blades and tying my untamed hair in a ponytail.

I walked to the inn, there was light dimly on. I knocked on the door, and just my luck, a totally hot babe with red hair answered. She was unusually pale but since England was a usually downcast place, pale had to be normal. "May I help you?" The hottie asked.

I cleared my voice and in a manly bravado, "Excuse me miss, I'm an officer of the law and I've been separated from my squad. May I take haven in your inn tonight until morning?"

The chick smiled and said in a delicate voice, "Of course officer. Come in."

I walked in and saw lumps of people in with covers over them. "Other guests?" I asked.

I swear I saw the woman's eyes gleam, "Why…yes. Now officer you must be tired, please have a seat."

"No thank you. I'm fine. There's actually a freak chasing after me." Then I definitely saw the woman's eyes glow scarlet. I heard gunshots from outside, the woman cursed colorfully and rushed over to me at inhuman speed. I felt frozen, I actually couldn't move. I felt long elegant arms holding embrace my torso, dainty nail-polished hand gone straight to my neck.

"It seems the true authorities have caught up. But don't worry; I'm just lucky to fine such a handsome man like you, even if you are Asian. I won't drink you dry and make you into a ghoul, no, such a good looking man will be sex toy after I complete my mission." The woman purred darkly her eyes turning red and teeth turning into fangs.

"D-damn, what are you bitch?" I asked faintly, my vision getting hazy. Her long stylish fingernails were tracing my jugular as he red lips nipped my skin. Her skin felt cold, almost dead. I sweated bit, could this be the end? Done in by some…some vampire bitch?

What am I in, a horror movie? Vampires, zombies, what next, Dracula himself along with the Wolfman and Frankenstein come here to rescue me. Well, the door was kicked opened and I'm not quite sure if it was really Dracula, but the man in red from earlier. I looked at him, my eyes wide in shock.

"My, what a pathetic piece of trash. A slutty wench using her womanly charms on men to have her way with them and drink them dry." The man mocked which obviously angered the woman.

She barked, "Shut up bastard! I hold the upper hand now!" She snapped her finger and those lump sprung to life. Zombies, no…ghouls she called them rose up and began to shoot the man. He was now a bleeding dead man. I looked down in shock and pity "I wondered what his name was?" She asked.

"My name is Alucard; I am but a servant of the Hellsing Organization. You could sort of say I am a hitman." He began to rise up his blood and wound going back into his body, his face in shadows showing blood crimson eyes, sharp teeth and a long tongue The man smirked and took out that very same gun I saw before, Then, he began blasting the ghouls. "Anything I shoot with this gun never comes up for seconds," he laughed shooting the last ghoul in the inn.

The woman, obviously irked that her minions were in pieces, she held me in front of her, like a human shield. "You don't want a hurt a pretty thing like me. Besides he's the last survivor of his troupe. We could work together ya know, we're both vampires? Like Bonnie and Clyde only without the dying part."

I couldn't believe this whore was trying to offer the guy to join her. She was that afraid, well I couldn't blame her. She was rambling on about ruling the world, suddenly Alucard spoke up, to me, "Hey boy, are you virgin?" I blushed madly at such a question, the woman got angry of him not listening to her offer.

I fumbled with my words, as a man I couldn't just easily give a stranger who asked that kind if question. The man yelled at me, "Answer me boy, or serve an eternity in hell!" The woman shrieked angrily.

"Y-yes! Yes I am a virgin!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. Too bad after I heard a gunshot my lungs would be gone. Yep, right after I answered him, he smirked and shot me right in the chest. A large hole tore through my uniform and torso. The bullet actually went right through me straight into the heart of the vampire woman. She screamed like a banshee and dissolved into dust.

I lay on the wooden floor, bleeding like crazy. My breath was ragged; I coughed up some more blood before looking with blurry vision to see Alucard staring right at me. "Hmph, I just had some déjà vu right now. Sorry but this gun makes really big hole. You're dying. Now boy, what will you do now?"

I gasped, my hand shakily reaching up to him. He was like a dark version of God for a moment. I saw my life flash right before my eyes; when my dad left, me living with my mom and older brother, getting into fights, piercing my ears, my first stage performance with my band, me playing the electric guitar, the first girl I ever kissed, my brother's college graduation, his marriage, his daughter my niece, the day my mother slapped me, when she was carried to the funny farm, when I left Japan and arrived to London, joining the police force, and even the events leading up till now.

My hand almost dropped before Alucard caught it. "Remember the choice was always yours," he said before leading down to me. I felt his cold breath on my neck and a painful puncture on my jugular. His was a pleasing kind of pain, I squeezed my eyes shut. All faded into darkness.

I heard a faint voice, "I hope this doesn't become a habit of yours Alucard."