Authors note: Warning! This is in fact my first fanfic... (I know, here goes the speech). This is my first fanfic so go ahead and go crazy! The only thing I ask out of you is to read and review it! The review part is up to you. Adore it or abhor it, it is up to you. I am not forbidding flames, I would simply prefer that you give me constructive criticism which has the potential to be so much more helpful. Please keep in mind that this is AU and will eventually be an AlucardxSeras pairing. evil laughte

Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing or any of its characters in any form. Please don't sue me!

So Please enjoy! Indulge! And I will kindly shut up now!

Chapter 1

The Beginning of the End

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Seras shut her eyes against her alarm clock's mighty retort, if she had bothered to look she would have seen that the clock read 7:00PM in painfully bright, neon green letters. She smacked the clock sharply to shut it off and ended up crushing it. She swore softly and turned over to go back to sleep. Mere minutes afterwards another alarm clock went off across the room muffled by the wooden walls of her coffin, it currently read 7:11PM. In her mind Seras wondered why someone would set their clock for such a time and vaguely recalled speeches about prime numbers, odd numbers and so forth. She heard someone open the coffin adjacent to hers and grumbled something about roommates.

Seras left her own coffin and went to the bathroom. As she entered she felt a fresh wave of water wrap itself around her ankles followed by a small tidal wave which made sure that she was thoroughly soaked from the waist down. She glared through sleep-crusted eyes at a small girl with long black hair, vigorously washing her face at one of the sinks. Seras grimaced, her fangs showing ever so slightly. This is what happens when I sleep in…TINGER! She shuffled through the water to the sink farthest away from Tinger who continued to scatter every drop of water pouring forth from the tap gracefully throughout the bathroom. Seras then commenced to wash her face and prepare for the potentially painful day set before her.

Upon entering her room once more, Seras reached for a towel which she used to dry herself off. She sighed softly as she realized that she was unable to wear civilian clothing on this beautiful Monday evening and pulled on a while oxford shirt and light blue skirt. There was a crest stitched in blue stitching over her right breast, sealing her to her fate and to the academy that she had attended ever since she had been turned a short month ago. It was a boarding school located in London, England which specialized in preparing vampires for a life of hunting their own kind all for the protection and well being of humans. The students of the school largely spent their time in squads, chaperoned by teachers who were elder vampires. Nights at this academy, adverse to most others, were commonly spent hunting feral vampires intent on drinking the blood of the living, or training and advancing their abilities on site at that fabulous Hellsing Academy. They oftentimes went abroad for their "studies" and were seldom confined to the island they called home.

Some of the vampires they hunted were allowed to apply for admission to the school which was an honor extended to vampires who were newly turned and fairly well behaved. The admission process was comprised of two meetings, failure to impress in either resulted in a swift demise. The first interview was with the headmistress of the school, Sir Integra Hellsing, known for her habit of smoking like a chimney and for losing her temper easily. Her rather intimidating personality traits ensured that only the fledglings with the most potential of being helpful to her cause were accepted. The second round of admission was equally frightening for applicants. They were to have an interview with the dean of students simply named The Man. Known for being a mysterious and quiet fellow, The Man was given the job of assessing applicants' abilities. He would determine their innate ability in the aptly named search and destroy and accept them by those terms. He was known for being ruthless and cold-blooded all the while reclining in his adored leather chair. If a student was sent to The Man's office it meant bad news for it was all too likely they would be leaving in a crematory urn.

After donning her uniform Seras hastily ran a brush through her short blond hair and then waved goodbye to her roommate who was finishing up some last minute homework to avoid execution by The Man. Seras left her room and started up the stairs which led out of the dungeons. On her way up she passed many other female vampires her own age. Despite being surrounded by members sharing her affliction she still felt somewhat separated from her peers. Upon entering the academy they had all seemed to adjust to their new life as a vampire in a boarding school very quickly. She had entered the academy at the same time as four other students. They had all shared the same circumstances and fate on that one significant night.

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In her former life she had been a newly hired member of the police force. The night she died she had been sent to investigate a possible hostage situation. She had been in the vicinity at the time and was sent in regardless of her green status on the force. A feral vampire in all his glory had kidnapped a busload of high school students on their way back from a late model UN conference. Apparently they had gotten lost and drove through an abandoned industrial area at night on complete accident. The vampire had been able to harness enough ability that he was able to hypnotize the bus driver into stopping the bus. The vampire apparently entered the bus toting a large machine gun with the idea of massacre on his mind but upon the discovery that he had stumbled on a bus with a reasonable number of virgins aboard he decided to slow down and enjoy himself. They were ordered to file into a nearby building where he commenced his grisly feast. Most were turned into ghouls, however, a select few were turned that full moon night, including Seras.

Upon approaching the abandoned building Seras had become terribly nervous despite her amount of training and dedication to the force. This was to be her first actual confrontation where death was a possibility since the gruesome death of her parents when she was younger. She was far from prepared to experience that degree of carnage again at this early stage in her career. She exited the car and met up with some other members of the small task force sent to deal with the situation. After receiving her instructions she drew her firearm and briefly closed her eyes. "I should be arresting drunk teenagers and investigating mild domestic arguments, not facing kidnappers…" she said softly to herself. Little did she know that she would be the only member of that team to come out alive…well, to come out animate anyway.

She entered the building and let her training take over. She resisted the urge to gag as she walked past the drained corpse of a teenaged boy. Even in her state of awareness brought on by a rush of adrenaline she failed to notice that the corpse had begun to twitch eerily in the dimmed moonlight as it began its transformation into a ghoul. It took her a few minutes to realize that she had become separated from the rest of the small squad which was first on the don'ts protocol upon entering a potentially dangerous situation. She walked until she came to closed door at the end of the bare, darkened hallway she had been walking down. She could dimly hear the sounds of whimpering on the other side. She knew that she should wait for backup but that plan was compromised when she heard a scream from the room. Seras took a deep breath and small degree of comfort from the weapon tightly clenched in her left hand then expertly broke down the wooden door before her.

She immediately realized her mistake the second she entered the room. This man is a psychopath… were the words which ran through her mind as she surveyed the scene before her. A majority of the students had been violently ripped to shreds, their limbs and innards strewn about the room bathing it dark and vaguely crimson in the moonlight streaming through barred windows in the previously barren room. In the center of the room sat the vampire, a man feigning normality, dressed in an expensive suit and with clean-shaven features. Seras did not notice much more of the man other than a pair of long fangs stuck into the neck of a young girl draped in his arms surprising ease and an air of slight gentility.

Seras had no idea what that best form of action would be, this man was obviously seriously deranged and needed to be stopped. She quickly decided to level her gun at him, aiming for his head so as to not harm the girl in his grasp. Following her entrance to the room the man had simply stared at her somewhat shocked. As she leveled the gun at him he responded with a smile. He delicately removed his fangs from the young girl who whimpered weakly, and then set her on the smooth concrete floor.

"Well hello. Who might you be my love?" he asked with a dignified smile.

"I could ask the same of you! What have you done?!" Seras replied uneasily, well past the point of composure.

"I am a simple lawyer plagued by an insatiable thirst. Have you ever been so thirsty that your throat threatens to close up? Have you ever experienced a hunger so deeply set within your bones that only a…certain…food could satisfy it?"

Sreas responded by steadying her gun. "You are a complete lunatic!" His smile widened and twisted slightly at her words and he began to slowly walk towards her.

"I wasn't expecting for you to understand my love, as you are not gifted as I am. Now, why don't you lower that repulsive piece of machinery and come here? Perhaps I can show you what I mean…"

Seras snapped at that point and began to fire rapidly and somewhat blindly. Her gun was suddenly torn from her grasp and he then stood there before her grinning like a lunatic. If she had hit him there was no evidence of it.

"My you are a beauty." He sneered, beginning to lose shred by shred his dignified nature only to be replaced by animalistic character. He grabbed her and twisted her around so that her back was pressed tightly against him. He placed his two forefingers gently on her neck searching for a pulse, still attempting to feign some degree of normality and refinement. He then took a deep breath.

"Are you a virgin my love? Well, I have been truly gifted this fine night with several virgins. Although I did not find as many of them as I had hoped out of this…assortment…of adolescents. Kids these days…with your reckless abandon and your k-dancing…" He grumbled. Seras was nothing short of terrified as thought after horrified thought ran through her head.

I am going to die! Oh my god! I am going to DIE! This man is purely homicidal! A cannibal! He ATE these people! This is horrible! Someone please save me! I am going to die!

Well that may be, Police girl. Were you not planning on it? For it is such a beautiful night. Inquired a deep resonating voice within her mind.

The lawyer had continued to ramble meanwhile but stopped when she squeaked in surprise at the voice in her head. "What is it my dear?" He asked slightly annoyed as he gleaned that she had not been listening attentively to his diatribe on teen culture.

They both looked up sharply as they heard the cocking of a gun resonate through the room. Unbeknownst to them both a tall, ominous man had entered the room at some point in the lawyer's speech. He was cloaked in darkness, the only visible evidence of him to her eyes was the glimmer of his silver weapon in the moonlight.

Seras would never forget the moment she first set her azure eyes upon him for the very first time. Her fear was forgotten at that moment, exchanged for wonder. Thinking back on it she realized that it was one of those life-changing experiences, one to be forever engrained in her memories.

"Let the police girl go." Ordered the man softly in naturally smooth and seductive voice, stepping gracefully out of the curtains of the shadows. Seras was then able to see him clearly for the first time. He was inhumanly tall and seemed to possess the irritating habit which she titled "intimidating looming". He was dressed somewhat old fashioned wearing a black suit cut in a century old style complete with a red tie. He wore high rise black boots and over his suit was a long red trench coat which dipped dangerously close to the floor but never touching it. Upon his head was a large red hat and to top it all off there perched upon his nose a pair of strange orange glasses. She normally would have found this combination of clothing somewhat humorous but was not really inclined towards humor at that moment as she was still very much in peril.

The man in red raised his gun to aim once more. "This is your last chance, freak. Let her go. You never know, I might be feeling…generous and I might let you live."

The lawyer laughed "Are you kidding me? Are you threatening me? One that is of your kind? …Your brother?"

"How dare you compare yourself to me. You are not my brother. You are dirt beneath my boots. Do you have any idea who I am? Your kind make me sick! I literally turn in my grave at day thinking about scum like you!" The man in red snarled. He then looked down into Seras' eyes sending her a strange wave of both anxiety and comfort. The sound of a single gunshot was heard as it found two targets.

Seras did not know she was penetrated by silver round until she found her self lying on a bed of ash, her sight clouding, barely aware of the man in red looming over her or the life pouring out of her. He watched as her blood spread around her like a demented halo, mixing with the remains of the former lawyer. He was her savior and her killer. He ended her life and was to start it once more.

"Are you ready to die Police Girl?" He asked simply. She stared the best she could into his eyes until her tears began to invade them. He read the sorrow within them instantly knowing her decision. The last thing she saw before she died were his crimson eyes as he held her close to him about to do the unthinkable. It was not the embrace of a lover but that of a snake gripping a field mouse. At that final moment she realized that he was the most beautiful man that she had ever seen and this the most beautiful moment of her life.

That night five "animate" victims left that building. Five that had possibly been lucky enough to survive as time would determine their luck. However, one did not leave the building in a silver reinforced stretcher that night. Seras instead left the site of her death in the arms of a man in red. Thus her new unlife began.

Authors Note: Well? What do you think? Should I continue? Or should I let this little fishy back into the sea? Please review and let me know what you think. Truly, in return for your real opinion I will only hurt you a little, I promise, pinky promise. holds a large cleaver behind her back

For your information. When talking about boarding school I do know what I am talking about. As I have the misfortune of having attended one. Thus this is my way of venting, by placing elements of my day to day life in my story. Don't worry, my beta will make sure that I don't go overboard with it. She knows where I live…

However, my beta is currently unconscious thus this story will be properly edited tomorrow. Please pardon any glaring mistakes. I was aching to release this horror upon the world so she will edit it tomorrow, hopefully...