To Be A Monster: Noble Hearts

Chapter 1: A Rival Power

This is an alternate version of Jeetestu's To Be A Monster the events all start after Chapter 31: Unfair.

The OCs Newt, William Parker, Tristan Bennet, Brian "Brock" Hayes, Valerie Clarke, and Seriphus belong to Jeetestu. I have his consent to write this if you want to read what happens before this read his story To Be A Monster.

I do not own Hellsing.

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The snow crunched under Newt's feet as she walked through the small town. She hadn't seen much when Seras brought her here, but what she had seen assured her it wasn't a place for a twelve year old girl. Stopping to look up at the moon Newt thought back to the hug Seras had given her. Why would she do that? Didn't the vampire realize that she hated her and wanted nothing to do with her?

Seras didn't even act like a vampire. All the books Newt read in the Catacombs said a vampire was a Devil spawn; a creature without a soul, conscience or feeling. That's how the Masters acted and, like in the books, they killed for pleasure not caring for those they killed or families that were torn apart.

But Seras Victoria, the vampire that is so powerful that she single-handedly killed all the Masters and their ghouls didn't even want the power of a vampire that mattered most. Seriphus was the one Newt wanted dead and she planned on killing him with her own hands. If only I had the kind of power Seras wields…

"Why does she think she still gets to be human? She's a vampire and still doesn't understand what she truly is." Newt mumbled under her breath. "I'll make you understand. I'll make you see what you really are… What I am…" She added as she stood in the snow thinking.

"Oh, what would that be little one?" Asked an unknown voice.

Shocked at the sound of the voice, Newt jumped. She landed deftly in the snow, the moon light glistening off the polished silver of her make-shift knife. "Oh, now now young one. That's no way to treat your elders, now is it," murmured the energetic voice.

In front of Newt stood a frail, wrinkled old lady in bright colored clothes with gold color jewelry decorating them. In hers ears were more gold jewelry which stood in stark contrast to the graying hair tied in a bun and cleverly hidden beneath an equally colorful bandana. "Who are you and what do you want?" Newt asked sharply, not letting her guard down as the old lady let out a small laugh.

"The true question isn't what I want, it's what you want young one," the old lady as she leaned forward pointing a finger at Newt. "And as for who I am; I'm a humble gypsy woman. The name's Madam Tsura."

"What's a gypsy?" Newt couldn't hide the confusion from her face. This peculiar woman caught her completely off-guard.

"Well I do not believe my old ears. You really don't know what a gypsy is? Well, here I thought everyone these days knew about gypsies. Guess this old world still has some surprises for old Madam Tsura." She said with surprising delight. "Now young one if you like to find the answers to your questions you will come with Madam Tsura," the old woman added as she turned to walk away.

Sensing that the child was hesitant to follow she said "If you come with Madam Tura she will tell you of a power that rivals that of the power you seek that can still offer you salvation." Newt thought to herself for a moment before following the old lady.

As Newt followed the gypsy woman through the streets and back alleys, the snow started to fall once again. It brought with it a chilling wind and fog giving Newt the feeling of entering a new and unknown world.

"Come on, child. We're almost there." As soon as Newt had heard the gypsy's words over the ever growing sound of wind, she looked ahead to see a soft glow of lights in the distance. The lights were getting stronger and brighter as the pair moved closer towards them.

"Well here we be." 'Madam Tsura Fortune Teller and Psychic' read the sign hanging over the opening to the tent wagon that was Madam Tsura's home and place of business. "Please come in have a seat young one and Madam Tsura will tell you what you want to know and will show you a new path that may be more to your liking." Madam Tsura bowed and with one hand gestured to a chair at the only table in the space. The table was covered by a piece of cloth as colorful as the gypsy's clothes and a lone glass ball stood in its center.

Newt looked around the room for any hidden dangers before slowly walking towards the offered chair. "No need to fear young one. Madam Tsura has no plan to do you harm. You are quite safe. Relax, feel free to ask Madam Tsura what you like." The gypsy took her own seat at the opposite side of the table.

"What did you mean by rival power and salvation? There is no power to rival the power I seek and…" Newt didn't finish her sentence.

There is no salvation for me.

"Oh there is always a way for one who doesn't surrender to the darkness. I do believe you've seen one such individual, but even she has yet to learn who she can be." The gypsy's knowing grin set Newt on edge.

"I don't know what you're talking about, you crazy old lady."

What do you know any way? Newt thought to her herself.

"Oh Madam Tsura knows a lot more then you think… Newt isn't it?"

At this Newt's eyes locked with the old gypsy ladey. She jumped from her chair ready to defend herself or run. "How do you know my name! I never told you." Newt demanded angrily. "Are you working for Seriphus?"

In response to Newt's accusation, the gypsy's expression turned from warm and friendly to serious and, what Newt thought, belonged to someone who you didn't question when speaking "No child, I do not serve the one known as Seriphus . He has long since delivered his soul to damnation when he greedily sought power for his own glorification. Now he is consumed with fear for his own end."

"Fear? He doesn't feel fear, he is fear." Newt stated as she warily retook her seat. For some reason Newt felt no malice from the gypsy. If this had been one of the Masters she would have long since fled… No, if this was one of the Masters she never would have followed. Besides, Seriphus would have never left her recovery to anyone, but himself after the last ones had failed him so badly.

"You have a lot to learn young one. Everything feels fear of one kind or another. For example, your friend Seras fears losing control of her powers and killing her friends, innocence soul, or you. Not her nightmares as you think."

"Wait, how do you know about Seras?" Newt interrupted "And you never said how you know my name…"

Madam Tsura let out a small sigh. "You ask a lot of questions that have already have the answers to." Looking at the child Madam Tsura could see she wouldn't get anywhere if she didn't answer the question. " You see child, Madam Tsura knows all, sees all; Madam Tsura can tell your future and read your mind."

Newt just stared at the old lady not knowing what to think at the gypsy's answer.

"Ah, Madam Tsura sees now you never heard of a psychic before. Please forgive Madam Tsura for not seeing you have spent much of your young life devoid of your young life devoid of proper knowledge. Madam Tsura must be older than she feels."

"What do you mean I lack knowledge? I've read books...

"Yes, but they were more or less about vampires, or one that Seriphus wanted around you. You have been denied proper knowledge of the other things in the world outside of vampires."

"Why do I need knowledge of a world that I have been denied. If this is all you're going to tell me, I'm leaving." Newt snarled as she stared to leave.

"You no longer wish to know about the power I can offer?" At this Newt stopped where she was thinking to herself. She's obviously crazy... but what if? What if there really is some sort of power?

Newt couldn't take that chance. So she returned to her seat.

"Very well. First Madam Tsura will tell you what it is to be a psychic. You see, young one, a psychic can some times read the minds of others, like Madam Tsura. Others can speak with the dead. A rare few can even move objects. It may interest you to know that you are a psychic. That is why you feel other's pain and fears and one day you may be able to read other people's minds too."

Newt knew well what the gypsy was talking about. She was well aware of her own ability to feel other's pain and was shocked to find during her interrogation of the Hellsing soldier that she could see into the man's dreams and fears. It told her enough about him as to know the words to speak that would strike the most fear in the poor man.

"What about this power that can rival a vampire and how can it still give salvation even to one that is beyond it." Newt asked, wanting to think of something besides the soldier.

"Very well, but before that I must ask are you willing to let go of the darkness in your heart and accept your sins and move on?" The gypsy eyed Newt carefully as she waited on the answer she knew was coming.

Newt thought over what the gypsy had asked and wasn't fully sure of what the gypsy meant by the darkness in her heart. Was it what she did or what she wanted to do? She didn't know. All she was certain of was that if there was a way to get a power that could kill a vampire without having to be come one, she would take it no matter the cost. "I'll do anything to get a power to kill Seriphus for what he did to me."

"Hmm, I would normally say you fail to see and therefore not tell you how to get this power, but I see hope for you in your future. Therefore, I will tell you this: one night during a full moon you will receive the power, but after that you will have little time to learn what you truly want, the power will consume you and you will cease to exist until the animal is all that remains."

"So it is like becoming a vampire," Newt stated bluntly.

"No and yes," Madam Tsura responded cryptically. "A vampire starts off as they were before and only when they feed on others do they start to lose their past selves. With the power I offer you, you'll be fighting one thing and, if your spirit is strong, you can overcome the test, but be warned. If you give into your inner demon you will be just like a vampire and slowly lose yourself to your grimmest instincts."

"How do I know when I receive this power?" Newt asked, not wanting to lose this chance. "What am I suppose to do?"

"That is not important. Now, Madam Tsura would like to give you a gift for your friend." At this the gypsy snapped her fingers and in walked an elderly man bringing behind him a pig.

Newt looked at the man and the animal and then back to the gypsy. "What is this about?"

"You take this pig and bleed it in the presence of the vampire, she will be more inclined to feed, young one."

"But she must feed like a true vampire should and she must quit trying to pretend to be human when she is a monster!" Shouted Newt in anger.

"You are not wrong," Madam Tsura admitted frankly, "but do know this: she is absolutely aware of what she is, but she still isn't quite embracing her full ability as a vampire. That is not your job. That is something she will have to do on her own so please take the pig."

Newt thought about what the gypsy said about Seras and it angered her to know the gypsy was right. If Newt did bring some worthless soul back with her, Seras would never feed and would continue to grow weaker. Reluctantly, Newt took the pig and started to leave. "What is the name of this power that rivals a vampire?"

Madam Tsura just looked at Newt and, after a pause, uttered a single word: "Werewolf."

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A/N

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