Hellsing: Witch Hunter 1616
DianaPrince31
Chapter 1: Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing
Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing
Author's Notes: Hey readers Sapphirewyren here (under a new penname) with a new series Hellsing: Witch Hunter 1616. So, in this series, the Hellsing you know is gone, well in the A/U it never existed. There is no Hellsing Organization or vampires or Millennium. Instead there are witches, demon imbued swords and a special unit called the King's Hunters. The setting is a mix between steampunk and fantasy (let's see how that works). On that note, I would like to give the readers a warning. *Pushes big red warning button* WARNING! WARNING! THERE MAY BE SOME OOC-NESS! I REPEAT THERE MAY BE SOME OOC-NESS! Due to the fact that characters may have different pasts or experiences. The only thing I can say is that I will try not to butcher them, but if you don't like it, you're welcome to tell me (in a civilized manner, of course). Also, characters from the Winds of Change series will be making an appearance. So, knowing this, I want to invite you to embark on a completely new Hellsing journey. Witches, beware, the Hunters are coming for you.
Summary: Three orphans, three women, three families. Born to become the King's Hunters, these three young women stand between England and the witches that seek to do it harm- if they can first learn to get along.
London, England 1606 A.D.
She killed her uncle. She was only twelve-years-old and already had blood on her hands. It had only been three days after her father's funeral, when the lawyers came and read the will that Arthur Hellsing left. In it, he had left everything to Integra. All the accounts, the many real estate, businesses and the title of the next King's Hunter. She had been training for years in weaponry, tactics, the occult and the existence of witches. Integra had no clue why any of this was necessary, but now it was being explained. The last thing that Integra inherited was a sword, a sword she had only heard about from her father when he was sick. A blade that her ancestor Abraham Hellsing, had used a thousand years ago to fight a powerful demon. That demon now inhabited the sword, by way of several layers of powerful seals. If Integra's will was strong enough, she would learn to master it and that would make her a true hunter. Now she just had to find it. This all astounded the young girl and she took time to process it. But Integra was not the only one surprised, her uncle Richard Hellsing was completely floored; "What is the meaning of this!? The title of King's Hunter should be mine! Not this little girl's! I have been training for years! I have waited for years! IS THIS SOME KIND OF JOKE!?"
The lawyer shrank back in his chair; "I'm sorry Mr. Hellsing, that is what is in Arthur's will." Richard snatched the papers out of the elderly man's hands and read the will for himself. His face turned red with rage and twisted into a nasty scowl. Tossing the papers onto the desk, Richard shot a glare at his frightened niece and then stormed out. Walter placed a reassuring hand on Integra's shoulder; "Don't worry about him, Miss. Everything will work out." The butler couldn't have been more wrong, Integra had overheard Richard making plans for his poor niece's 'accident' and now stalked the manor looking for her.
"My sweet Integra, where are you? I have something pretty to give you" cooed Richard falsely. He searched her bedroom, Arthur's office, the library, anywhere he thought that she would have been. That morning he had lied so well to Walter, apologizing for his behavior in the lawyer's office and the butler believed him. When Walter left for the bank to speak to them about the change of accounts and other financial business., Richard began his plan. But the girl was proving hard to find! His three men came back and also had no such luck. "We'll check the basement" said Richard.
How could the man be so greedy? How could he think of killing his niece and for what? A sword? To be a King's Hunter? As Integra crawled through the vent, she tried not to cry, but dammit, it was so hard. To think that someone wanted to kill her, was more than the twelve-year-old could bare and so close to the death of her father! When Integra saw that the vents hit a dead end, she kicked out the grate and jumped down. Looking around she realized that she was in the basement. This place always creeped Integra out, it was so dank and maze-like, with all its many rooms or as she thought cells. She had heard tales about how her ancestors kept all manner of monsters in the basement, she was not sure if she believed the tales, but being in the basement, she could see that this would be the place where monsters were kept. Integra wandered around for a bit, nearly forgetting about her uncle and his plot to kill her, until she heard his voice. The girl pulled open the closest door she could find. On the large steel door was a strange looking seal, but Integra didn't have time to be curious about that, as she heard Richard's footstep approaching. The room was made of concrete and it was completely empty except for a battered sword and sheath in the middle of the room. The weapon looked old and when Integra pulled the sword out of the sheath, the rusted blade snapped in two like a stale graham cracker. Just then Richard and his men walked in; "There you are my pretty niece." Integra pointed the broken sword at Richard; "Don't come any closer!" Richard took out a pistol; "It didn't have to be this way. If Arthur wasn't so stupid to leave such important matters to a little girl, especially that sword. Once I find it, the King will have no choice but to choose me to be one his Hunters. So, you must be disposed of, Integra." As the man fired the pistol, Integra scrambled to get away, but was still grazed on the arm by the bullet. "Why resist child? This is your fate, I am to be the master of the sword, do you know the great power, the wielder receives, it matters not to you…" Just then one of the men cried; "Sir Hellsing! Look!" The rusted sword that Integra had dropped, started to glow with an eerie crimson light, the broken blade regenerated, whole, black and sharp. Strange lettering appeared on the blade. That was not the oddest thing about the sword, the oddest thing was the disembodied spirit that weaved its way out of the blade. It was a pale man with long black hair, crimson eyes and a mouthful of gleaming white fangs. On the spirits lithe body was a black leather strait jacket with silver buckles. He began to lick the blood from Integra's arm that had splattered on the ground. The girl and men watched in silent horror. When the demonic spirit was finished, he came face to face with the girl and asked in a low raspy voice; "Are you my new master?"
What the heck was going on here? Integra could have sworn that the sword was old and broken and what was with the spirit? This must be the sword that her father had told her about. And now here the sword was asking if she was its new master. Looking the demon in its crimson eyes, Integra answered; "Yes, I am your new master." The demon threw back his head and let out a loud cackle; "Yeeeeessss, you are strong, young master. Your will is very strong, stronger than the others!" A shot rang out, but it was deflected. "NO! That girl is not your master! I AM!" Richard realized that the sword was the one he was looking for. "Give me the sword, child. You do not understand its potential." The pale demon turned to Richard; "You can never be my master, you're too weak." Richard snarled; "I'll show you weak" and he fired at Integra but the bullet was deflected again. The blade then buried itself in one of Richard's men and everyone watched as the poor sod was drained dry of all his blood. His terrified screams still vibrated around the room even after he died. The two other men met the same fate when they tried to run. Richard could only stare in shock, mouth open, eyes bulging, pistol dropped on the floor, forgotten, as the demon relished in its gory feast of blood. After a few moments, the man got over his shock. He would wield the black blade and become its master. No child would stop him! Even if she was his brother's daughter. Arthur shouldn't have been so stupid! Taking a dagger out of his pocket, Richard lunged toward the heiress; a fourth shot rang out. The crazed man froze as he gazed into the ice blue eyes of his niece. In the girl's hand was his pistol, smoking. His eyes rolled up in an attempt to see the bullet that was now lodged between his eyes. Richard slumped over, dead. There was silence in the room as Integra looked around at the carnage. One dead body, three dried husks and one demon possessed sword, yeah that added up to a great day.
"What do they call you?" Integra's question pierced through the silence.
"I have been called many names, but you may call me Alucard, my master."
Integra nodded; "Alucard it is then." She then picked up the sword and the newly rejuvenated scabbard. Sheathing the sword, Integra made a mental note to ask Walter about what to do next. She knew she would not truly be the sword's master until she learned everything she could about the sword. Walter would know what to do, he always knew what to do.
Chapter End
Author's Note; So there's chapter one. I told you that this Hellsing fanfic would be different even the year is different. So Alucard is a sword-kinda instead of a vampire. Well if you remember the summary, there you know the next chapter will be about another girl. Get ready for Seras' story next. Hope you enjoy!