As you walked through the halls of the school, someone slammed into you sending your books to the floor and papers fluttering downwards.
Laughter erupted all around you, as you bent down to pick up your belongings. Sighing, you stood back up; it was always like this, ever since you started school.
Making your way to your next class, History. It was the only class you liked, but you could never speak up in it. Especially during the World War Two unit.
Perhaps it was because you lived through it. And you're not supposed to be here.
Bag slung over your shoulders, (h/c) hair whipping around your head in the wind, you walked to where you'd be picked up.
You were paranoid, always paranoid, that someone would see them picking you up.
Both Iscariot and Hellsing had one child in their organization, and that child attended school alongside you.
Of course, the Hellsing child, Carolyn, was the most popular student.
A pompous person, she always went from boyfriend to boyfriend, flaunting her looks and her 'family'. The Hellsing agency had adopted her.
Just like Iscariot adopted Christian.
Just like Millennium adopted you.
A/n: I have no idea why I wrote this. Perhaps it's because I've never seen one, so I thought the fandom needed one.