NOTE: So, I just looked today at my posts, only to realize that I totally posted the WRONG thing for this story. So, after pulling this massive stupid on my part, here's the actual chapter and a big oopsie and sorry from me! ^^;

Sweet as Sin: It started with a dream of a Lady in White and ended with a woman made into reality. Lucy, as Victoria was coming to learn, was as sweet as honey and deadlier than poison. She speaks of madness, yet somehow Victoria believes there may be something more.

Chapter One

The White Lady and Her Parasol

The place was a home- a building with four safe walls acting together to enclose the warmth and love of a group of people, a family. The walls were a soft off-white, on the border of a cheery yellow, and the floors were a wooden mahogany. Picture frames littered nearly every available surface and, as they lined up, a timeline of the building's occupants was told. The home was generic, in all sense, but something about it pulled at the police girl's heart.

"Where am I?" She wondered aloud. The words that fell from her lips were just a whisper of thought, but in the empty house, it echoed as loud as a scream. The blonde English-woman reached out a gloved hand to pick up and ivory framed photograph. Inside, she found three people, all of which bore no face. The crimson eyed girl frowned as she set it back down. She moved to observe many of the other photographs, only to discover that the same, faceless subject was in every single one. She picked up one on the end of the mantle on the wall. Two people, a male and female, stood tall, hugging each other from the side. She imagined that they were happy, and that there were mirrored, bright smiles etched upon their faces. A single girl was melded in between the two- a daughter; she, too, was very similar in both appearance as well as her happy demeanor.

A knock on the door made her jump. She turned around and in an instant, everything had changed.

The sun, which had been flowing through the window to tickle her skin, had been snatched away by the night. In an instant, three figures appeared- one at the door, the man; one in the doorway of another room, the woman; and one huddled next to the leg of the woman, the girl.

The door burst open and several men in black rushed into the house. Two grabbed either arm of the man and slammed him against the wall of the supposed safe home. "No!" The English-woman yelled; her arm shot out towards the struggling man and her feet tried to move, but it was too late.

Blood began to seep through the walls, staining the once happy memories red. Chaos quickly erupted as an array of screams and violence began. The blonde tried to look away from the gory site, but she found that her crimson eyes were attracted to the same color adorning the walls. Internally, her mind was reeling, but on the outside, her body drew her nearer, her instincts craved the massacre…

The woman grabbed the child by the shoulders and dragged herself along with the child into the room. She quickly shut the door as quietly as she could in her rush. The blonde, despite herself, found herself sucked through the red walls into the room.

The mother opened the door to the closet and ushered the child in, to shelter her from the inevitable loss she would soon suffer. The woman bent down, still faceless, as tears ran down like streams. She whispered softly, a soothing terror trembling in her voice, "Seras!" She kissed the sobbing child upon her forehead and pushed her behind several garments. "Stay here! No matter what happens, don't come out!" The mother backed away and softly shut the door. Afterwards, her footsteps nearly broke the child's eardrums as the mother dashed out of the room in hopes of saving her husband, as well as her child.

"Mum?" The blonde overseer whispered, her eyes wide in horror. Her hands began to shake and her legs nearly caved in. All of the memories as well as the blood began to rush to her head. The horror of the events going on around her and the desire for them to keep going nearly burst her brain into splinters. Her lips parted to let out a scream, a sound which combined with a similar sound from another room to create the epitome of a true "nightmare".

"No!" The blonde's eyes screwed shut and her fists flew to her head as a bout of familiar insanity racked her cranium. The men from earlier knocked the door to the bedroom open; the woman fell inward onto the floor. The blonde knew what would happen next, and at that moment, she would trade anything in the world not to relive the seeing what she'd seen so many years ago from her hiding spot in the closet.

She could feel herself screaming on top of her lungs for it all to stop, but the screams of the woman easily drowned her out. 'Please', she cried as she mentally reached out for someone, anyone, to lend her a helping hand.

"Seras," a soothing, warm voice whispered in her ear. She felt warmth at her fingertips. A sudden burst of light suffocated the screams and the blood; her eyes fell shut.

When they reopened, she found herself in her bed at the Hellsing mansion. The florescent lights were on, a feat she rarely enforced while she slept. She looked down upon her apparel to find the usual blue outfit she adorned while on the job for the Hellsing Organization. The soft ruffle of clothing forced her eyes to lift from her own clothing.

Her crimson eyes met with white lace. 'A parasol?' She thought, surprised that any person would have such a thing indoors. But the real surprise came when the lace umbrella was raised like a veil for curtain call. A bright smile of a stunningly beautiful woman- a girl who seemed the same age as herself- greeted her. Her hazel-brown eyes dazzled her and her creamy porcelain skin glowed as if the sun were shimmering off of snow.

Her clothing made a ruffling sound again as she moved to close the lace umbrella; once closed, she set it down on the floor next to the simple wooden chair she occupied. "Hello," she greeted with a shy nod of her head.

Seras stared in awe. She knew almost immediately that she was in a dream.

The woman before her had long, dark brown hair. The lengthy locks fell down past her waist in straight, coffee-colored streams. Her figure was one of envy; so much so that the out-dated dress she sported seemed as if it were brand new. The dress of mentioning was a silk white with white lace sleeves. The style was one she'd seen in history books, from the Victorian era. The dress fell in pools to the floor, but her crossed legs revealed the white Adelaide boots underneath. Her attire matched up perfectly, all except for one single oddity…

'Is that?' Seras blinked, as if the action would make the device go away. It didn't. 'It is!' She thought, perplexed. Around the mystery woman's neck was a collar- one very similar to the device one might find upon the neck of a dog. The leather collar itself was as black as night with a silver clasp. But the most baffling detail was the symbol on the material near the clasp.

"Are you part of Hellsing?" Seras prompted, upon seeing the coat-of-arms for said organization upon the black leather. The girl's smile fell slightly, yet her eyes showed that she'd expected the question. "I am," she replied with a curt nod after a brief moment of silence. "Who are you?" Seras continued her barrage. Again, the woman's lips twitched. "I can't remember, I'm afraid," she responded, her eyes losing their focus on reality, "Who I was is a greater mystery then who I will be." The woman looked up after a minute to catch Seras' curious gaze. Her eyes, under the rays of man-made light, seemed to distort to a dark burgundy. "But my Lady calls me, "Lucy"," she added.

""Lady"? Do you mean Sir Integra?" Seras asked, grasping for possible answers. The girl simply nodded. "Wait," Seras frowned, "I just remembered, were you the one who called me?" Again, she nodded. Seras' gaze fell to the floor as her fists tightened in her distress. The screams were still fresh in her memory. It'd been such a long time since she'd been haunted so, and she couldn't help but wonder why her memories suddenly decided to resurface after so many years of repression.

"Seras," the brunette, now known to be called "Lucy", called, her voice as smooth as honey. Seras felt a warm hand upon her shoulder. She looked up to meet the comforter's gaze. The pain in her head fled once the burgundy orbs took hold. "Please, don't be afraid," she whispered, "You don't have to be- not anymore." Seras scooted over- whether as to make room for her new companion or to get away from her, she wasn't sure. "Why?" Seras' line of thought came to a screeching halt as another, more important, idea came to mind. "I don't believe I told you my name."

Lucy, who had taken a seat at the other end of the bed, chuckled giddily. "That's correct." Seras frowned. Something wasn't right, yet somehow, she didn't feel the need to panic or fear. Just like the house with four yellow walls filled with sunlight, she felt safe with this person. "Then, how?"

Lucy's smile widened innocently. Her eyes reverted to their hazel-brown once more as she lifted a single finger to her lips as she softly whispered, "Shhh." She glanced sideways discreetly without moving her head towards the door. Seras turned to face the door, then back to Lucy questioningly. She gasped and nearly fell off the bed in surprise when she found two crimson eyes staring back at her. "Y-you're-" Seras stumbled for words. "Just like you," Lucy finished, practically speaking the exact words that had run through the police girl's head. Again, Lucy glanced towards the door. With a sad smile, she left her seat to pick her parasol up from the floor. She opened it with care and held it above her head. "He's coming for you," she frowned, twirling the object in her hands in nervous habit. "I can't be here when he does." "Who?" Seras asked simply, standing from the bed, ready to rush to open the door if what she'd said was true.

Lucy giggled again, her shy side blossoming at the query. She sent Seras a mischievous smile that spoke volumes before spinning the umbrella from her shoulder to distort her form into a swirl of white lace.

"Police girl."

Seras' eyes snapped open as she launched into a sit. Her sleepy eyes danced across her bedroom until she found the origin of the call to her left leaning against the doorframe. His crimson eyes bore holes into her skull, but his stare always had that effect, regardless of the subject of the action.

"Master?" She muttered, her voice reflecting her recent awakening. Seras threw off the blankets and stood to her feet with a stretch. "Get ready." With a flash of his billowing red overcoat, the king of the undead was gone. Seras frowned. 'Was that really just a dream?'