Don't own Hellsing.
Author's Note: Ok, this is my first writing about Hellsing - about Alucard - but I hope this wasn't bad. I'm already feeling somewhat bad for the OOCness, so sorry about that. Reviews, anyone? And if any typos are spotted do tell.. My writing skills aren't so good and I'm only awake with the Almighty power of Tea. Anyways... Hope you like. If not, feel free to flame me.
He never cared what anyone said about him. Vampires, who he was to kill always shouted about him being a monster. He didn't care. Civilians, when they happened to see him, said the same thing. The ones from Vatican, Anderson, for example, called him an abomination.
Still, he didn't care. Why care what the trash thought?
They all also looked at him with fear. They might not show it otherwise, but their eyes always gave them away. The eyes of an wounded deer who were to be devoured by hungry wolves. Yet he didn't care.
Why would he care? Those who were afraid were unfit to be important enough to be cared.
But then, there was her. She didn't call him a monster - not after he had bitten her - she only called him a Master. She had seen him transform into something so evil, so horrible that when seen, most could only beg for mercy and flee.
She hadn't. She had stayed, and had still called him her Master.
She still looked at him with those big, emotional eyes of hers, but they were not filled with fear.
He was relieved. There was someone in this world who didn't fear him for who he was. There was his Seras. His Police Girl.