The Dead of Night

by Alessia Auditore

A new weapon has been created by the Iscariot Organization to take down Hellsing. This weapon is powerful, brilliant, absolutely gorgeous and lets not forget deadly. Rated M for violence, gore, bad language and possible future lemon.

1. Chapter 1

(Hey guys! I'm kind of new to the whole FanFiction writing thing so comments are really helpful. I know this is short, it is for a reason. This is more of an introduction of my character. The story will develop, obviously when I have a chance to write more. If you liked the intro and you want to find out what happens to my character and how Hellsing reacts to her arrival please tell me or I will be less motivated to write. Any ideas shoot me a message. THANKS!)

In an instant she went from darkness to light. The girl squinted her eyes from the green glow that was reflected throughout the room. A man stared up at her, his grey eyes shimmering, which must has been from excitement considering there was an almost sickly looking grin on his face. He turned to another man in a white coat and said something, although she could not make out his muffled words. Suddenly pressure changed and the liquid filling the tank began to drain out. Slowly her body sank to the floor and she looked up. The man's smile grew larger. He once again spoke to the man in the white coat but this time she could make the words out clearly.

"Open it." The walls around her began to lift up; she stood ready to escape this hell hole of a prison. The glass chamber that surrounded her jolted to a premature stop.

The man growled, "What happened?" White Coat looked up, "It appears the chamber walls have gotten jammed sir." The grey eyed man glared. "Well fix it!" he said through his tightly clenched teeth.

Before White Coat could do what he was told the girl smashed the glass and walked out. She stood there nude before the men and stared out emotionlessly at them. Her attention transferred to her now glass filled, bleeding fist. She continued to stare for a moment, and then tilted her head. The glass didn't hurt she just knew the pieces didn't belong there. One by one the shards were forced out of her skin and dropped to the floor. Plink. Plink. Plink. The cuts healed and she began licking the blood off of her hand.

The grey eyed man's shocked face was once again smiling. "She is perfect, absolutely perfect."

The girl returned her gaze to the men. She stood there silently, her soaking wet, black hair hung loosely pass her bottom and her body shook from the cold air that was on her skin.

"Hello experiment 666. Welcome to the world. My name is Enrico Maxwell and you belong to the Vatican's Iscariot Organization."