So I wrote a few oneshots for myself recently after watching the OVA for the first time and I was debating whether or not to publish them. Since I wrote them for my own enjoyment they're a little bit self indulgent and may not be the best I've ever done. Still, I figured they were already written so why not. There might be someone out there who'll enjoy them.

Anyway this is just going to be a series of loosely connected oneshots focusing on Seras during the 30 year gap in the story. Some are from her POV and some are from the POV of others but they all focus on Seras at least somewhat because I found her the most interesting to write about. Anyway that's all I have to say. Here's the first story.


Seras flew through the night, the charred remains of what had once been London smoldering beneath her as she leapt through the streets. The city she had once known was no more, leaving in its wake a cruel reminder of the horrors the British Empire had endured.

It had only been hours since Seras and Integra had defeated the Major and put an end to the war he had been trying to wage. It had only been slightly longer than that since her Master had disappeared, his existence supposedly ended by the blood of Schrodinger he had consumed.

Seras didn't buy it.

She had seen her Master survive having his head cut off, being blown to tiny bits and any number of other impossible scenarios. She refused to believe a cheap trick was all it would take to destroy the vampire Alucard. He would return one day, and until then she would wait. The problem was what to do with herself for that potentially lengthy stretch of time.

With her Master gone, Seras was no longer technically bound to the Hellsing Organization. She had been bound to Alucard and he in turn to Integra, and so Seras had been obligated to the organization through her bonds to her Master. Now that Alucard was gone that was no longer the case. In honesty, Seras wasn't even sure if there even was a Hellsing Organization anymore. The troops were dead, the mansion destroyed and Alucard had disappeared. The once mighty organization had fallen.

It appeared that Seras was on her own and the choice of what to do with her future lay before her.

The thought was almost completely foreign. Seras had known very little freedom in her short life. From the young age of four until she had turned eighteen she had lived in the orphanage and had been forced to live under the supervision of adults who cared very little for her wellbeing. Once she'd been old enough to leave she'd joined the police force, and she had barely been out of training when she'd died and been turned by Alucard. All her life Seras had been bound by rules and orders and regulations and it had so far been the same in death.

The thought that her fate was her own now was almost impossible to wrap her head around.

Seras braced as her feet hit the ground again. She could feel the dying embers in the rubble around her as it crunched beneath her boots. The smells of blood and death were almost overwhelming. Seras supposed she might be sickened by them had she still possessed a human nose.

Shortly after the end of the day's incidents, Seras had made sure that Sir Integra would receive proper medical care for the wounds she had sustained and then had taken her leave. Yet she had realized almost immediately that she had nowhere else to go. Sir Integra was practically the last person on earth Seras knew. With the Hellsing mansion completely destroyed and almost everyone who had been in their employ deceased, Seras found that her freedom had brought with it a profound loneliness.

With nothing else to do she had set her sights on London. No one else would dare go near the wreckage, but Seras had wanted to see it for herself. Besides, she thought there might still be survivors buried amongst the rubble and ash. No aid had been sent in after the end of the disaster. No one seemed to want to set foot in the city after all of the horrors it had witnessed.

Seras supposed she couldn't blame them for that. Even as she made her way through the wreckage all she saw were the bloody remains of ghouls and humans and vampires littering the street. The idea that anyone had survived this slaughter was almost too impossible to imagine.

As she wandered the streets it dawned on Seras how strange it was that she felt no fear in such a situation. Here she was, walking amongst corpses, aware of the possibility that there could still be vampire freaks hiding out in the wreckage, and yet she was not afraid. Seras no longer had cause to fear monsters. She was one.

Seras suspected she was likely not even aware of all of her newfound powers yet. Everything had happened so fast after drinking Pip's blood that she'd hardly had any time to adjust to her new state of being before she'd flown off into the night to join the fight. It was likely that she had not explored the true extent of her abilities.

The idea was unsettling. True, Seras had been a police officer before but even then she'd been a bit meek and timid. The men on her squad had often teased her fondly and called her Kitten. Now she was a creature that had ripped through an army of vampire soldiers with almost no resistance, and was likely capable of much more than that.

Seras shivered a bit at the thought. Perhaps she still had one monster to fear after all. She knew what it felt like to lose control. Sometimes in the heat of battle she became something else entirely, a creature intent on nothing but murder and bloodshed. What would happen if she one day lost control for good? With Alucard gone was there anyone who would be able to stop her? Seras wrapped her arms around herself as she walked. The more of a monster she became, the more important the tenuous grip she had on her humanity seemed.

Seras was shaken from her thoughts when a new scent reached her nose amidst the smells of death and decay. All of her senses had been sharpened more than ten fold since she'd become a true vampire and she was still not quite used to them. She paused for a moment, trying to place the smell, before she realized it was the scent of human blood. It was not the dried and decaying smell from the corpses around her either. This was fresh.

Intrigued, Seras sniffed the air again and began to follow the scent. It was possible this affair had some survivors after all. That thought in mind, she made her way down the street. There were still no other signs of life.

She came to a stop before a house towards the middle of the street. Most of the left side had been blown away and the roof had collapsed but, to its credit, the building was still standing. The scent was almost certainly coming from inside.

Seras felt strangely self-conscious as she stepped across the threshold of the ruined building. The inside was pitch black but she could the devastation that had been wrought with perfect clarity. The floor was covered with soot and ash and the crumbled remains of the left wall were scattered across the carpet. Moonlight trickled in through a rather large and gaping hole that part of the ceiling had once occupied.

The corpse of a woman lay near the stairs. She had clearly been mauled by ghouls, as her face was destroyed beyond recognition and the limbs on the left side of her body had been torn off. The blood stained nightgown she was wearing was the only indication of gender. It appeared she had taken her attackers down with her though. A shotgun lay near the arm that was still attached and the bodies of several ghouls surrounded her, their heads clearly blown off by shotgun fire. Seras turned away from the sight. It was not the source of the scent she was tracking.

Seras made her way further into the house. Her heavy boots creaked eerily on the floorboards as she walked, the sound seemingly amplified by the silence. She felt not unlike a hunter stalking its prey. The thought was not a pleasant one.

A new sound reached her ears now, soft and nearly imperceptible. It was the sound of quiet but ragged breathing coming from somewhere nearby. Someone was still alive in this house.

Spurred onwards by the thought, Seras quickened her pace towards the source of the disturbance.

She came to a halt in the doorway of what appeared to be a child's bedroom. It took almost no thought to pinpoint the source of both the bloody scent and the breathing. Whoever was alive in here was underneath the small, four-poster bed in the corner.

Seras entered the room slowly, unsure of how to proceed. The scent of blood was strong now. It was likely the survivor had been injured.

"Hello," she called out, "are you hurt?"

She waited for a moment but there was no response. She supposed it was possible the person had fallen unconscious from blood loss or injury.

Without further hesitation she crossed the room to stand before the bed. With little effort she reached out with the shadows that had taken the place of her left arm and lifted it into the air, revealing the terrified form of a small child.

At the sight of Seras the boy's eyes widened to the size of saucers and he screamed, "No! Please! Stay away!" as he scrambled back on his elbows and pressed himself up against the wall. He was shaking uncontrollably and there were tears streaming down his face. He had a series of long lacerations on his left arm that had torn through the sleeve of the tattered rocket ship pajamas he was wearing.

Seras probably shouldn't have been as taken aback as she was by the boy's reaction. She hadn't even spared a thought to the fact that she must appear terrifying. Her Hellsing uniform was still splattered with blood from previous fights and that, in combination with her fangs, glowing red eyes and the ethereal shadows where her arm should be, would likely frighten the life out of a grown adult, let alone a child. Even her voice had taken on a strange and otherworldly echo. Seras was so used to being seen as a non-threatening airhead of a girl that she hadn't yet realized she would be viewed quite differently now.

"H-hey," she said, waving her free hand in font of her frantically, "It's all right I'm not going to hurt you." With that she placed the boy's bed back on the ground and recalled the shadows to her side.

The boy either didn't hear Seras or didn't believe her because her words did little to assuage his fears.

"No! Monster! Stay away from me!" he shouted again. This time he sprang to his feet and tried to make a dash for the door.

Seras had almost no time to react. She didn't want the boy running off into the wreckage outside on his own but he didn't seem inclined to listen to her suggestions at the moment. Without thinking she shot her shadowy arm out again and used it to stop the boy in his tracks. He struggled against her, still screaming and flailing wildly as he tried to escape.

Seras felt terrible as she witnessed the fear she was inflicting on the boy. She crossed the room to where he was at a brisk pace and laid her human hand on his shoulder.

"Hey come on, it's all right," she said softly, "I already told you I'm not going to hurt you."

The sound of her voice seemed to have some effect this time. Though he was still letting out hiccupped sobs, the boy stopped his frantic attempts to escape her grasp. He looked up at her through teary eyes.

"Y-you're a vampire!" he choked out, wriggling in her grasp a couple more times before he seemed to realize the effort was futile.

"Well yes, but I'm a nice vampire," she said, indicating the patch on the breast of her uniform, "I work for an organization called Hellsing and we fight the bad vampires."

Seras was truthfully not sure if that was still the case but the explanation would hopefully serve for the moment. The boy looked as though he was skeptical but at least seemed to have calmed considerably. Now that Seras had a closer look she noted that he was about six or seven years old, far too young for the horrors he'd endured. As she stared at him she was suddenly reminded of the tragedies of her own youth. She released him from her grasp and her shadows returned to her side.

"What's your name?" she asked him. He did not try to run this time. Seras supposed that even if he was still frightened he'd likely realized there was nowhere for him to go.

"Brandon," he said. He was still sniffling but his tears had dried for the most part.

"I'm Seras," she said, giving what she hoped was a comforting smile, though she knew her fangs were likely showing.

Brandon sniffled again. He was looking her up and down. She saw his eyes linger on the shadows trailing off from her shoulder and then again when they fell on her fangs.

"You're scary," he said in a small voice, shying away from her slightly.

Seras smiled sadly. She hadn't quite got the hang of making herself look more human yet, but she suspected she'd be able to if she practiced at it. She vowed to look into it the first chance she got, lest she be doomed to an eternity of frightening small children.

"Well I'm sorry I frightened you. I didn't mean to," she responded.

Brandon looked her up and down one more time before asking, "Are you really a nice vampire?"

Seras smiled again. "Well I try to be." She noticed that Brandon was clutching his wounded arm, which still seemed to be bleeding. Changing the subject she asked, "What happened to your arm, Brandon?"

The boy looked down at his wound as though noticing it for the first time. As soon as his eyes fell on it he jerked them back up to look at Seras. The idea of bleeding in front of a vampire seemed to make him nervous. Still, he responded, "One of the monsters scratched me when they came into our house. It was really scary. Mommy told me to hide so I hid under the bed but I didn't know when to come out."

Seras thought back to the mangled corpse she'd seen in the hallway and flinched. The gruesome scene made sense to her now. The woman had protected her son at the cost of her own life.

Brandon's eyes had begun to tear up again. "Do you know what happened to my mommy?" he asked.

Seras was at a loss for words. This was not the kind of situation she felt apt to handle. Was she really expected to tell this boy his mother was dead? For a moment she considered lying but decided that would be crueler in the end. The boy had a right to the truth.

Taking a deep breath, Seras responded, "I'm sorry Brandon. I'm sure your mother loved you very much. She gave her life to make sure you were safe."

Brandon took a step back and stammered, "What? N-no," just as Seras realized she likely could have handled the situation a bit more delicately. Before she could react Brandon sat backwards and burst into tears.

Seras was really at a loss now. She'd never had much experience with children and this was a bit too much for her to handle. She looked back and forth for a moment as though expecting some sort of aid to appear from out of the blue. When none was forthcoming she did the only thing she could think to. Kneeling down on one knee she pulled the boy into a hug with her human arm. He didn't react at first but after a few moments he wrapped one of his arms around her neck. She could feel his entire body shaking with the sobs. She could also smell the blood coming off of his wounds and how tantalizing it was at this proximity, but she forced herself to ignore it. They stayed this way for what seemed like an eternity until the boy finally seemed to run out of energy and began to quiet.

Seras pulled away from the embrace. "Brandon we need to get you out of here."

His eyes were red and puffy when he looked up at her and Seras felt her heart break. "And go where?" he asked.

Seras though for a moment and responded, "For now we need to get you to the hospital and get those wounds looked at. After that we'll see about contacting your family. What about your father?"

Brandon shook his head sadly, eyes cast towards the ground. "He died when I was little," he said, and Seras could see the tears threatening to spill over again.

Seras bit her lip. She hoped someone would be able to find the boy's next of kin. She knew what kind of life awaited him if he had no one to take him in. She sighed.

"I'm so sorry," she said as she got to her feet, "But everything's going to be okay. We need to get you somewhere safe. Will you come with me?"

Seras stretched out a hand for Brandon to take but he eyed her warily. After a few moments of presumably weighing his options he finally slipped his small hand into hers.

"Okay, now hang on," she said, lifting the boy into her right arm as she formed the shadows around her into wings. She stepped back out into the front of the house, careful to keep the boy from seeing the gruesome scene of his mother's demise. As she stepped back out into the night she leapt into the air and they were off.

As Brandon clung to her, Seras felt as though she'd been a complete fool. How had she ever thought there was any other option for her but Hellsing? Long ago she'd made a vow that she would devote herself to preventing the types of horrors she'd experienced in her own life from afflicting anyone else. Yet here was a young boy who had suffered in almost the exact same way. It was the very type of suffering Seras wanted to put an end to.

Maybe Hellsing was in shambles and it would take a lot of work to restore it to its former state, but Seras was going to do all she could to help. After all, with her Master gone Hellsing was going to need a new pet vampire.

This was her purpose, to fight the vampires and ghouls and save as many people from these horrors as she could. She hadn't been able to accomplish much when she was alive, but she possessed power now. She was stronger than the other monsters.

She would make them sorry they'd ever dared to go bump in the night.

She was Seras Victoria of Hellsing.