Disclaimer: I dont own any characters from Hellsing, although I have kidnapped them and are hiding them in small fruit jars in my basement heater.

I wrote this story running a fever, forgive meeeee!

Nyx

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PROLOUGE

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Most people think the world of darkness is limited to the stereotypical haunted castles, thunder and lightning; maidens in corsets and in desperate need of a vacation in the Virgin Islands. But in reality, fangs dont pick which mouth they go into, or which neck for that matter. All that is a concern is the hunt, the blood, the adrenaline rush, the fear brewing in the eyes of an unsuspecting victim.

Who says that can be limited to the upperclass?

The true seed of darkness lies right under the upturned noses of the upperclass, right where people dare not tread; where wars have been raging for ages for no apparent cause. While the scum of the earth have been driven off the well paved streets and well lit roads of wealthier sections of town; they have been driven backwards to the alleys, the grease-laden streets, the grafittied walls and boarded up windows.

I Back to the dirt, the filth, the birthplace of darkness. /I

Nurtured in dark corners and heaps of waste, nourished by constant hate and pain that lay over a district like a poor mans shroud.

Held by calloused hands that only knew the love, gentle caress of a gun's stock. Sung the lullaby of a thousand starving souls on their way to the hereafter and delivered into the world by no doctor, no clean enviroment, no sacred blessing, nothing but dirt and filth which was meant to be its formula, its warm bottle as it grew and festered to live as a tumor on human society.

This is the cradle of darkness.

This is Bridgeport, Connecticut, United States of America

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First Tear: Dirty

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Gritty. That was the first word that popped into Skinny's mind as she wandered along the fog coated road, her lithe form covered in a long sleeved white t-shirt that was too long for her, tight capris swathing her lean and shapely legs in their denim embrace. Plain running sneakers squeaked in the rain that fell heavily, plastering her black hoodie to her shoulder length brown-blonde hair. She stalked the night, big brown eyes narrowed and darting around her surroundings as she let her hands slip into the pockets of her hoodie, taking a sharp turn onto yet another desecrated alley. She stopped midway down the alley and laid a hand on the slimy brick wall and kicked a pile of trash, causing a rat to scamper away from her. She stopped breathing and opened up her senses to the night.

Footsteps.

Too quiet to be a human.

Waiting another 2 seconds, Skinny withdrew her hand from her pocket and whirled around to connect the sharp wooden stake in her grasp to the cold undead flesh of her stalker vampire. The wood pierced its heart and the creature exploded into dust as Skinny sighed with relief. More footsteps piled into the alley, heavier and more rapid. A smile came across Skinny's lips as she recognized her vampire fighting cronies running after her, armed with stakes, holy water and crossbows.

"Boss you alright?" A distant voice asked.

"Just another vamp, thats all. Just cant seem to find the master of all these flimsy little puppets." she replied, voice lingering in the air.

Several figures crowded around her, a dark tall young man of color breathed heavily, hand resting on a shorter, female version of himself. Another female lingered towards the back, dark brown ponytail plastered to her tan flesh so much akin to Skinny's own shade.

Beside her a tall redheaded teenager caught his breath, crossbow in hand. A young boy, no more than 13 tried to keep up, baggy clothing weighing him down as he touched a hand to his cornrows.

"Dante, Sarah, Tyrell, Ben and Desiree…Id say that was a very successful kill." Skinny announced proudly as the group exchanged high fives.

"Yeah homez that was DOPE." Little Dante cried, jittering with excitement, his stake moving with the rapid hand gestures he was trying to make.

"But I'm sure I'll have much more fun destroying all of you." A deep voice threatened from the shadows. Immediately the group tensed, looking around nervously.

The brunette girl and redheaded boy expanded the perimeter of their circle to investigate the voice. But no sooner had they done that then two strangled cries emitted from their location as blood spattered to cover the walls of the alley and the remainder of Skinny's forces grouped together. Footsteps echoed from both ends of the alley as a man in a well tailored suit emerged from the bloodied remains of Skinny's friends and began to walk towards them.

"You've killed so many of my servants, girl. And this is the first time we have met."

Tyrell tapped on her shoulder, directing her gaze to the two other finely dressed men approaching from the other end of the alley. Suddenly, they began to run towards them in a deadly advance. Before Skinny could scream in protest, Tyrell had launched himself at the two in an attempt to defend the small female at his side.

"BROTHER!" she cried as fangs ripped her kin's neck in two, feasting on his lifeblood. The other man grabbed at little Dante, fiercely decapitating him with his inhuman strength before the child had a chance to raise his weapon in defense. Skinny looked around nervously and then heard a piercing cry.

"DESIREE!!" she screamed as she saw her only remaining comrade dragged into the darkness. She turned tail and tried to run but her efforts were dashed by the undead at the head of the alley who easily blocked her path, pinned her arms to her side and stared her straight in the eye.

"I may be an artificial vampire…granted my immortality by the strength of an implant, but the fear in your eyes is just…irresistible." Skinny smashed her head against his chest, faltering his iron grip on her for a second, a second that allowed her to kick her offender between the legs and rip out of the alley.

A cackle followed her all the way out as a heavy weight smacked into her back.

"Don't forget your little friend!" Skinny rolled over to see that what those bastards had thrown at her was Desiree. Quickly, she checked her pulse and breathing before grabbing her in her arms and tearing off into the night.

You make this world dirty.

Her violent thoughts held a threat to them as she fled the scene desperately.