Chapter One
"But Mommy, why does he have to go away?" The high-pitched whine echoed through the stone halls.
Integra looked down to her daughter, looking into those naive eyes. She was on the verge of tears. "I'm sorry, Zara, but he must. It is what needs to be done to protect you and this country. He's no longer needed."
"But, Mom, I-"
"There is no debate!" Integra interrupted her coldly. "What's done is done, and that is all. I can't have a seven year old making decisions for me." Integra walked faster towards the dungeon, leaving the young child behind.
Zara stood there, watching what she thought was her best friend being carried off to a dungeon where he would forever remain. Her mother never fully answered her why other than "he was no longer needed. He had served his purpose." Was that all he was to her? A thing? A solution to a problem that was no longer a threat?
Her heart broke as her eyes welled up with tears. Would she ever see him again? Her throat tightened, her lips chapped. Was this how the world was? Once you serve your purpose, you are thrown back into the garbage like a piece of snotty tissue? She blinked. God, she hoped not.
13 Years Later
Integra panted, her blue eyes threatening to fall to a close. She grabbed for the closest person and pulled them down to whisper in their ear. "…You need to find Zara." She said, her throat tightening. She gave another rugged breath, her grip losing any strength she had left.
The doctors and nurses that surround her blinked, the outlook was grim. Not only had they lost countless soldiers to the likes of the freaks and vampires, but Integra was attacked… And the results were devastating. She had lost everything, and now she was about to lose even more.
The newest addition to the Hellsing Organization, the son of Walter Ddollneaz, Walter the II, reached over to grab her hand. "Malady," he whispered. His young voice so soothing. "Please, let them help you, I do not see the--"
"No." She said defiantly. "I will NOT become one of them." She said. "Let me whither away." She answered. Even in her old age, she was still a stubborn woman. More so stubborn than before.
He stood, letting his hand fall to her bedside. Walter held a great weight of respect for this woman. Not only had his father serviced to her in his younger years, but she had given him a reason to live and a reason to fight.
He turned just as a few of the troops ran towards the Infirmary door. "They are advancing, Sir!" He looked down to the waning Integra and clenched his fist. They had no other choice. He had to bring him back; there was no other way.
"Watch her." He ordered. He failed Integra, and he would not fail this country, this Organization, or his Queen. He walked over to the small fridge of blood as the one of the leading doctors stepped in front of him. He knew what he was planning just by the look in his frightful eyes.
"You can't!" The old man objected. "He'll kill all of us!" Walter watched the old man. He didn't know if he was shaking because of old age or panic.
The mansion shook with fear as the militia of grenades thundered the stonewalls. "We have no other choice! I have to take the risk. I will NOT let this Organization be taken over by some FREAKS!" He ripped the two packets of cold blood from the refrigerator and rushed out of the Infirmary. He raced down the cold stairway like a ghost, kicking open doors until he approached his destination: the dungeon.
It had not been touched in years.
He held the cold blood between his fingers, allowing his own heat to simmer through it. He let out a nervous breath. There was a split second when he thought that this wasn't such a good idea but there was no other choice. He could hear the platoon of soldiers screaming in pain and despair. They had all failed her, but it would all stop here.
He ripped the packet open and splashed it over the doors, tearing them open. He walked into the darkness, trying to keep his footing on the narrow stairway. His eyes were shocked by the pitch-blackness of this big coffin of a room. He stepped forward anxiously. He knew where this corpse was, he just didn't know what would happen after he woke him. He ripped the other packet open and spilled it across the floor. "Awaken, demon." He said firmly. "Your Master needs you."
The ground beneath him gave a sharp vibration, tossing dust into the air and splintering the cobwebs in the corners of the room. Walter stepped back; he could feel the fingers of his aura reaching out to wrap around him. His breath sauntered away as red eyes pierced the stiff dark.
The irises dilated with excitement as they landed on the bloody floor. Integra's blood, he thought to himself. He looked up to the young Walter in front of him and grinned evilly. He bent over, licking the sweet crimson he wished he had taken so many years ago. It disappointed him that it was ice cold.
He stood slowly, smelling the blood trickle through every single human in this damned mansion. He could also feel Integra. She was weak, and she was going to die. There was a part of him that wished he could kill her, and another part of him flared in anger that his master was dying.
Effortlessly, he reached to the sky to break the black straight jacket that was pulled so tightly around his thin ribs.
Walter took another step back, readying himself for an attack that he was sure was going to pursue this awakening. Even so, he needed to do this. No one else could stop them. Not even God and he knew that.
Alucard raised his head to the sky and smiled, his angel white hair thrown back as the wind sprawled across his skin. "…" He was going to say something, but thought otherwise. He turned and walked for the cracked door - it was time.
The doors quivered violently and he smiled, letting his power rise out from him.
"FALL BACK!" The Captain yelled. He saw that there was just too many of the freaks and vampires in one place. Every time they mowed down five, ten more jumped up in substitution. They needed to fall back and find some better ammo, and maybe a better place to fight. He knew that if they did not get away now, that they would all die. The walls and the floors were already covered with his men's blood. He did not want to see any more of them die like this. Not like this.
His eyes widened and he took a step forward as the horde of freaks and vampires stopped in their tracks, almost frozen in time. Their shattering screams fell through his ears and he blinked as they simply burst into ash. One by one - it was amazing yet terrifying at the same time. His body shook with anxious curiosity. Who was doing this? Did Walter really awaken the demon Ferguson had told him about so many years ago? He ran forward, shooting what freaks and vampires that did not go down as fast as he wanted them to.
Alucard's petrifying presence and lingering laughter made it through the mansion like a poignant ghost. He was a recurring nightmare; one that would never go away because it could not die, no matter how many times you stabbed at it.
Walter just stood, his black hair pulled back into a messy, frizzled ponytail. His fists covered with black leather gloves. Alucard was just as his father told him he was - teasingly sadistic and coarsely captivating. His lips tightened and his chest grew tense as his heart pounded against his insides.
Alucard appeared before him with a grin; one that would send any other human being running for the hills. But instead, it left him with wanting to know more. He blinked and clasped his hands in front of him calmly.
He looked behind the silhouette of Alucard and saw that Carlson and his troops were cleaning up. It was a good thing he woke Alucard when he did. If he had not, the whole mansion would have been overrun by now. He knew that there was a massive amount of casualties but that is how it always was. He looked back to Alucard. "…Sir Integra needs you," he told him.
Alucard's smile slowly faded as he followed him into the grim Infirmary. As soon as Walter walked in, the doctors that were surrounding the bed looked back to him, both in sorrow of loss and fear of punishment in their eyes.
Walter stopped and his heart jumped to his throat. Within himself, he knew she was gone and he looked over to Alucard, which took a step towards the bed. The doctors scattered in fear like mice and watched as the pet looked upon its Master.
Her crystal blues were closed and never to be opened again. Her wiry silver hair sprawled out against the soft blue pillow. Alucard stepped forward and reached out, pressing his huge calloused hand against her forehead. His eyes shimmered tenderly. Her skin was still warm but it was fading quickly. Long lines of age and wisdom danced down her cheeks to her throat. She had not aged well. His eyes laid on her lips; soft, delicate and fading to grey.
He pulled his hand away. "Human lives can end so abruptly. They're so fragile," his voice made the doctors shiver. He continued delightfully. "It's so beautiful." His hands dropped to his side and for just a moment - a fleeting second - he thought he was free, but the bindery was not lifting, it wasn't releasing. He couldn't even fight it. He could not understand it. It seemed as if anything, it was stronger.
He watched angrily as Walter walked to the bedside of Integra and pressed his lips to her dead hand. He looked over. "I'm sure you thought you had escaped this family, but that isn't true. In fact, you still have a long way to go."
Alucard's eyes fell to a slit.
"Integra has a daughter - and I'm surprised you don't remember her. She was quite fond of you, as my father tells me."
Alucard's fists loosened. Ah, the human girl.
"She is the predecessor to the Hellsing Organization." Walter finished.
"…Where is she then?" Alucard asked. He would like to see his 'new' Master.
"She isn't here. About three or four years ago, she ran away from us. We have yet been able to find her or trace her position. She has grown into a very beautiful and resourceful woman. Though she is much different from Sir Integra," he paused. Very different. "She is now your Master. Moreover, it seems that as of right now, you are the only person on this ungodly Earth that can find her. I would advise you to do so. With her mother dead, and without us knowing her position, she is in grave danger."
Alucard leered. "I see."