It's just an intro so you might be really confused

It's just an intro so you might be really confused. Don't worry though I'll clear things up. Also I'm thinking of changing the title to 'Darkest Rose.' What do you think? Also I guarantee that there are typos in there that I missed. I have very little patience for that sort of stuff.

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Intro

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It was cold. Really fuck'n cold.

She watched her warm breath flow out of her mouth with mild interest and a slight shiver. When she had been a little girl she had always snatched at that cold steamy air convinced she could catch it with her bare hands and play with it. But that had been so long ago and during simpler times. Not like now; now days were filled with running and hiding from shadows. No time to chase after that steamy air.

She rubbed her arms for warmth with gloved hands. It had seemed like a pretty good idea at the time to dress lightly, people who dressed in trench coats or heavy clothes always look suspicious. Wasn't that the rule? But then again walking around on the snowy stone streets of Frankfurt in this cold in nothing but a long sleeve T-shirt, a beanie, a scarf, and a long pair of shorts was bound to draw just as much attention.

It probably wouldn't have been so cold if she had gone out during the day instead of night. But her uncle was the type who liked to sleep in late and would be impossible to find during the daytime. She actually hadn't seen the man in years and had only been a little girl at the time. But she was in desperate need of help; this was what family was for right?

She found the place she was looking for easily enough, a bar with the sign 'Darkest Rose' hanging over the door. It was a genuinely jovial type of place with music, hearty laughs, with cheers and drinks all around. And best of all it was warm inside.

It only took a sweeping glance at the room to see that her uncle was not present. Typically she expected that he would have been manning the bar or drinking and laughing with people he didn't know. From her father's stories she was under the impression that was almost all he did.

So she went to the current bar keep and before she could open her mouth was cut off with a sharp look and a stern set of eyes. The Barkeeper gave her a look up and down then said curtly, "Bathroom is for customers only."

"Um, actually I was wondering if Visceras was around."

The bar women gave her another look that seemed just as dismissive as the first, "That will four fifty." She slopped a drink on the table that reeked of German beer.

She blinked, "I don't want a drink and I don't have any I.D. or anything…"

The barkeep cut her off again, "Don't need I.D. You want Visceras? That will be four fifty," she repeated.

Suddenly she knew the game and grouchily reached into her pocket and shoved the money across the bar.

The bar keeper took the money counted it then gestured behind her, "Visceras is in the back. Take your drink with you."

Snatching the drink she made her way around the bar cursing lightly, just loud enough for the bar keep to hear it.

When she went into the back room she found her uncle sipping his brandy and sitting cozily in solitude. However being alone in a room and silent at that seemed uncharacteristic of the jubilant uncle she remembered.

She waited to see if he would note her presence but decided it was unlikely considering the array of empty glasses he had before him. So then not shy in the least she went over and sat across him and took a swig of her own drink. "Blah! The stuff tastes awful! Here you have it."

Visceras in his drunken stupor took the glass meekly not thinking to look at who his benefactor had been till he had drained it. It was not till he had set the empty glass down that he had thought to squint at the girl across from him.

Her father had said Visceras was a man who could live anywhere and belonged nowhere, the odd one out. The man looked it too; unlike the deep deathly black hair most of their family line had shared Visceras was blonde.

It took the man a moment to recognize her, "Echo? Is… it is you!"

Her uncle smiled showing fangs, he was a vampire, partly anyway.

Echo smiled, "Hello Uncle Vic."

Visceras poured himself another glass of brandy. "How are you my dear? I haven't seen you since you were a little brat. When was that? Just after the war I think no?"

Small talk was good, "It was a long time ago, I barely remember."

That was a lie, Echo remembered her uncle quite clearly, an honest enough person with the flaws of a drunkard and a womanizer. She thought she might have caught him in his room with a whore when she was just seven. And Visceras, like her father, was completely identical to the way she remembered him being when she was a child. The only difference was that he had grown a small blonde mustache.

"You know I haven't spoken with your father in ages! Tell me is the lad here with you? And what of your mother? Such a fine women that girl, hell if I know why she ever took up with your bastard of a father."

"They aren't here."

Visceras spluttered, "You came alone? Look at you; you still look the part of a little girl. You shouldn't be out and about on your own."

Echo's smile was quick to reverse, "Like hell I do! I'm seventeen years old!"

Visceras blinked, "Are you? Has it really been that long?" He eyed her again, "You don't look it girlie."

That was the worst part, Echo knew she didn't.

Echo sighed in an exaggerated manner, "Go look into a mirror. You don't look your age either."

"I Don't? I thought I was just starting to feel my age." Visceras smiled lightly.

"That's just the drunken haze you cloud yourself up in," Echo said snidely. She really did hate it when she was told she looked like a little girl and it seemed to happen quite often.

"No need to be upset, you've grown to be a cute little thing with soft face is all. And have a heart and respect your elders will you? These drinks are good for the soul."

"Haven't you heard? We're all soulless monsters damned to hell from birth."

Visceras looked surprised, "Really? By god I must have wasted days trying to pray throughout my life."

Echo was disbelieving, "You? Pray?"

"Oh sure, for a drink and a nice lady to warm my bed," he said with a sly wink.

"Pig!"

He smiled smugley, "What? I always found god most complaint with my prayers."

"Not interested in hearing the details dear uncle."

In conclusion to that followed a long silence. Visceras pouring himself his drinks and Echo sitting cross legged and moodily in her chair.

Finally Vic asked, "So… Why did you come by?"

Echo sank deeper into her chair, "It's complicated."

Visceras set his glass down, "Oh? How so?"

Echo bit her lip, "I'm in a bit of trouble Uncle Vic."

Visceras smiled, "You sound so serious; it can't be that bad. What did you do? Did you run away from home?"

Echo shook her head.

"Are you lost? In need of money? I'll have you know I've got none to give nor would I if I had."

Echo shook her head again.

"Well out with it girlie! What's this trouble?"

Echo swallowed, "I'm being chased. I've hidden in all sorts of places and they always manage to find me. I'm just not sure where to go next now."

Visceras's red eyes narrowed, "Who is chasing you?"

"I'm... I'm not sure."

Visceras asked in a darker tone, "Where is your father?"

Echo wringed her hands as if she were outside in the cold again. "He's dead."

Visceras blinked. "He is…" Not finishing the sentence the man drained his glass again and immediately started pouring himself another one, "When?" His voice was hard and flat now; like her father's had always been with the darkness accenting the words. It was oddly comforting.

"Last summer. When we were living in Rome he came back home one night and told us we had to leave. Mother didn't seem to mind or she already knew and didn't tell me a thing. The only thing father ever said was that it would be safer. He moved us to Danzig and then Asturias in Spain…. "

Visceras ruffled his mustached, "and?"

Echo kept her breathing even, "They found us there and they killed mother. When the fighting started father told me to run and I did. I shouldn't have but I did."

Visceras nodded, "You were born without any vampiric abilities weren't you? You did well to listen to your father Echo." Visceras watched her face, pained and saddened yet tearless. He couldn't help but smile a little. Personally he might have expected her to be a little unsteady and grivous when recoutning her own parents death. Instead she seemed deathly resolute and focused.

Ah Rafael I remember how proud you were when she was born. You did well, she has no vampiric strengths but she has her own strength doesn't she? Such is always the nature of things.

Echo grinned sadly showing small undersized fangs; her eyes a velvet red.

Visceras put a hand on her shoulder awkwardly trying to be comforting, "And that's how you got away then?"

Echo eyes shined, "I didn't uncle. They caught me and cut my head off that same day."

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So you might be lost, very happy, interested, or disgusted. All the original Hellsing characters WILL be main characters and make an appearance very soon. Also there will probably be multiple points of view. There will also be A LOT of other OCs. Why? Cause I like OCs, it makes the story my own. So review, the more reviews the more I write, if there are no reviews I assume the story or my writing sucks and I write something else in an effort to IMPROVE. Why? Because that is my reason for writing, so I can get better and better. Otherwise it's no fun.