Disclaimer: None of the Hellsing characters are mine.

Chapter 1

Slamming the door to her apartment shut Seras sighed in relief at finally being home, it sure had been one gruelling day in the D-11 corps. Of course, the constant taunting she received from Jack didn't help at all.

"Kitty indeed..." Seras muttered, throwing off her bullet proof vest and flopping down on the couch.

Upon joining the force she had received no end of trouble about her gender and how weak she was. For weeks she had just put up with it, until one day Seras had snapped. She wasn't just some little girl who they all had to protect, damn it! And she would not be a weakness! Of course, she hadn't really come to that conclusion alone.

Truth be known, she had come home nearly in tears, only to find her father waiting for her. Oh what an embarrassment for a girl who always tried to seem tough. He hadn't scolded her though, instead he told Seras to be strong, and suggested that she find her strengths, and improve them to compensate for her physical weakness.

Seras hadn't really understoodat first, until she found a folder sitting on her coffee table containing the contact details for a few people specialising in martial arts and fighting. Then it all clicked into place. She wasn't strong, but she might be able to make up for that with her dexterity if she trained hard enough.

And train she did, even going so far as to doing some weight training, so that even though she wasn't strong, she wasn't quite as weak anymore, either.

The guys still pestered her, but it didn't really matter as much as it used to, Seras knew she was good at something now.

At least, that was until Jack came along.

Letting forth a muffled scream of outrage through clenched teeth Seras hurled her vest at the far wall of her apartment before flopping down on the couch.

Honestly, that man never gave up. He seemed determined to constantly pester her throughout every moment of her day.

Raking a hand through her shaggy blond hair Seras sagged against the arm of her couch, absently searching around for the television remote.

Just as her hand finally grasped the plastic object, which had been hiding rather skilfully under one of the cushions, a shrill ringing pierced the air.

Seras groaned, 'What now.' she thought with mild annoyance.

Grudgingly stalking over to a small stand by her doorway (Seras had been forced to situate the phone there after repeatedly being called right after she had just exited the apartment) she swiped the offensively ringing object up.

"Hello?" she answered with as much false cheer as she could muster, before grumbling under her breath, "This had better be good."

"Good evening, am I speaking to a Miss Seras Victoria?"

Seras stiffened at the formal tone of the man on the other end of the phone, she always associated formality with bad news. It usually meant people were trying to be as polite as they could before swiftly completing their purpose and making a hasty retreat.

Thinking as quickly as she could, Seras tried to bring anything to mind that she could have possibly done wrong lately. The only thing that came to mind was throwing a few choice insults back at Jack when he called her Kitten. And a kick here and there. She cringed, surely he didn't go and rat on her to the higher ups, did he?

"Yes I am Seras. May I ask what this is about?"

"I am afraid I have some bad news for you, Miss Victoria. Concerning Henry Victoria, your father." the voice intoned with some sympathy.

"My father? Is he alright?", she could feel panic start to creep into her voice. "Oh god, he didn't get shot again did he? I keep telling him to be careful! He isn't exactly young anymore." Seras sighed in exasperation, she had lost count of the number of times her father had been shot in the line of duty, and he nearly gave her a heart attack every time. Honestly, wasn't it her job to be reckless and give him scares, not the other way around?

There was a pause from the other end, as if the man was choosing his next words carefully, "I'm afraid not Miss Victoria. Your father has... Passed away."

"Wh-what?" Seras stammered, her legs giving way as she fell to the floor with a dull thud, not even noticing the slight pain as she sat there stunned. She gulped, it had to be a mistake, this had to be a dream. "How?" her voice croaked, she had to remember to breathe.

"...A gunshot to the head." he replied hesitantly.

Seras let out a small, weak laugh. "Hah! I knew one day he'd take a shot and wouldn't get up from it. Ha ha... ha..." She trailed off, her bottom lip trembling as she felt tears burning at her eyes, blurring her vision.

"Miss Victoria." His voice sounded somewhat stern now, almost as if he was scolding her. As if she wasn't supposed to be breaking down at the news that her only living relative, the person closest to her who knew her the best, was now dead.

She almost snorted at the idea, what did he think she was, a zombie with no emotions at all? "Yes?" she said bluntly, wishing he would hang up already and leave her to her grief.

"There was something else I wished to speak to you about."

Now she really did sigh, what more could there be? "What is it?" she asked, feeling any desire to be civil draining away along with her mood.

"It is my understanding that you are a member of the D11 corps, is this correct?"

"Yes..." Seras replied with uncertainty, she didn't know where this was leading.

"I see. That is all, I am sorry for your loss. Farewell."

Before she knew it, or could even contemplate a reply the dial tone was droning in her ear. Seras blinked, 'That was... odd...' She sighed again, wondering where her fathers body was being held, and dreading the coming headache she would no doubt get when she tried to arrange his funeral.

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A/N: I know this chapter is short, for some reason it seems to be happening with all the chapters for this fanfic shrug