Author note: Oops, I left it rated K by mistake. I'm very sorry for my stupidity. In fact it is K+. Sorry again.

Hellsing: Sophie

The shopping mall was teeming with vampires, swarming into shops and cafes, laying waste to the unsuspecting shoppers on a busy December afternoon. It would later emerge that they had entered undetected via the underground sewers, and began their assault on their prey from the inside.

It was all just a sick, bloody game to them. At least fifteen teenage vampires, chasing down holiday shoppers, tearing their flesh with their teeth, drinking blood from terrified men, women and children.

When Hellsing troops arrived, there were very few people left to save. Those that hadn't been bitten had fled, while those that remained in the mall were the juvenile vampires, and shoppers-turned-ghouls.

Seras led the twenty-strong team in through the main lobby. She flinched for a second at the blood and bodies – a child lay dead among the bodies, and it was the thought that the youngster would soon stand up again, as a ghoul hungry for human flesh, that disturbed Seras the most.

'Right, listen in,' Seras addressed the men, 'there are four floors, I want four teams, five men each. A good clean sweep, gentlemen. No ghouls or vampires are to leave this mall alive… except me, of course!'

A few of the men laughed. Seras was always tried to earn respect from the soldiers she was appointed to lead. Some of the time they lacked respect for her due to being two things: a girl (and no man likes to be a subordinate to a pretty, young girl) and a vampire. But she tried her best to be a good leader. A distant sound of a woman's scream soon quelled the light-hearted mood of the vampiress.

'Well, what are you waiting for?' Seras urged, 'Get a wriggle on, we have a job to do!'

The sound of twenty rifles being cocked sounded like applause, and the men split up instantaneously in to groups of five, going this way and that. The team that had been appointed the floor where they had entered already began putting silver bullets into the bodies on the floor, some already starting to turn into ghouls. Seras had to look away when a soldier turned his gun on the child she had spotted earlier. She always hated that part of the job. She cocked her pistol, and began searching the evacuated shops. Searching for survivors, victims or vampires in New Look, she stopped momentarily to admire a very fetching top. Despite being a vampire and an agent of Hellsing, she remained, in most respects, a woman. The urge to hunt for the latest designs of clothes and shoes was something close to the bloodlust of a vampire. She giggled at the absurdity of what she was doing, and felt a little guilty for shirking her job. She made a mental note to pick the top up another time, and continued her search.

'Officer Seras,' said a voice on her radio.

'Listening.'

'Second floor team SITREP.'

'Go ahead.'

'Negative vampires on this floor.'

'Say again?' Seras was puzzled.

'Plenty of ghouls, but no vampires.'

'All positions, hasten SITREP.'

'Fourth floor reports negative vampires also.'

'Third floor reports same.'

Seras puffed her cheeks in bemusement. Where had they all gone? It made no sense. Normally searches like this would turn up at least a few bloodsuckers, still chowing down on some freshly killed blood. From down the mall, Seras saw a frightened looking man, blood seeping from a gash on his forehead, running toward them. He yelled in panic, 'they killed everyone!' and continued running, crashing through the doors, out to the street.

Seras called the first floor team together, 'Follow me, she ordered,' and they advanced in the direction the panic-stricken gentleman had come from. It wasn't long before they saw three vampires, circling a young woman, maliciously toying with her as she sobbed and screamed. Two more were casually watching the scene, from an ice cream stand, the body of the proprietor slung carelessly over the counter, neck torn apart, while they feasted like pigs on the different varieties of frozen dairy food. Seras could see that they were just kids, malicious little bastard kids who killed for pleasure, but they were just kids. She knew that if her master were here, he would find them vulgar and disgusting creatures, not worthy of the gift of immortality that vampirism gave. She knew he would have reduced them to rotting meat by now.

They advanced on the vampires, who turned, startled, to face their assailants. Immediately, three of Seras' men were grabbed from behind by more vampires who had appeared from nowhere. They flew up into the air, with the soldiers kicking and struggling to fire their weapons at them. Seras fired her pistol rapidly at the vampires on the ground, and they fell silent. The woman who had been screaming planted a kiss of gratitude on Seras' lips, and promptly escaped. Seras blushed as the remaining two soldiers looked at her, smirking.

'What?' she glared back at them. 'Behind you!' she yelled suddenly as she saw a swarm of vampires and ghouls suddenly approaching them. Seras called the other units for support, but she was getting no response. They fired their weapons at the monsters, bringing down a considerable number, but there fire power was not enough. a vampire at the front, who looked considerably more powerful than the rest, effortlessly dodged the silver bullets sent toward him, and deftly delivered a knife into the necks of the two soldiers by Seras' side.

Seras stood alone against a ten-strong mob of ghouls and vampires, and one, deadly vampire at the front clearly, Seras realised, being their leader. They circled around her, snarling and growling. The superior looking vampire, who had just killed her men, stepped forward into the circle. Seras unsheathed her sword and in the same smooth movement, swung for him. He blocked it in a movement twice as swift, with a sword of his own.

'so you're the vampire working for Hellsing,' he sneered. 'a little girl. Pathetic.'

She tried to strike him again, but he blocked swiftly again.

'I'm not pathetic, you prick!' Seras was angered at being called a little girl.

'We'll see…' said the vampire, and he stepped back. The vampires and ghouls attacked her.

She deftly sliced, diced and skewered the monsters in a balletic display of swordsmanship. The ghouls crumbled to dust as they were cut down and the vampires fell in a bloody heap at her feet. Seras, shocked at herself for being so efficient a killing machine, glared aggressively at the head vampire, smirking in glee at the police girl. He drew up his sword.

'Come on then, little girl.' He sneered mockingly.

The two vampires went for each other, but before blade could touch blade, the vampire in front of Seras stopped in surprise as a red line opened out across his neck. Blood trickled down from the slit, and his arms dropped heavily to his sides, clattering the sword to the floor.

'Bugger it…' said the vampire softly, and his head slipped off his neck, thudding to the floor. The body stood for a second or two more before collapsing itself.

Seras heard it coming the second time, and she quickly turned to deflect the fast moving, spinning blades as they shot toward her, almost invisible for they flew so fast. They chimed noisily as they me Seras' blade. She caught a glimpse of a figure running into the distance, and followed.

Seras pursued the figure through a door marked 'EMPLOYEES ONLY' and soon was chasing her would be assassin through the corridors of the offices of the mall. Seras noticed that it was a woman, she appeared to wear some sort of body suit. She didn't have time to think much more about it, for the woman had reached a dead end, and turned to face Seras. She unsheathed a sword slowly, and glared at her. Seras poised her sword.

The woman glared at Seras with deep blue eyes. Seras took her to be quite pretty looking, with long, brown hair and a curvy figure that was hugged by her body suit. She had a large gun and sword sheath strapped to her back, and a pouch on her belt, which, Seras figured was for those nasty flying blades.

The fight was fierce, and Seras couldn't get a blow to land on her opponent. Not that she really could; this was a human she was fighting, but she had tried to kill Seras. The woman knocked Seras to the floor, and came down with her sword, which Seras only narrowly managed to roll away from. She got up and punched the woman, who sprawled out on to the floor.

Seras decided that fighting was not going to help her get to the bottom of who this woman was. She fished her gun out of her holster, and it was pointed at the woman by the time she got back on her feet. Seras knew her gun was empty, but the woman it was pointed at didn't.

'Don't bloody move,' Seras ordered. 'Or I will shoot you.'

The tall, brunette woman dropped her weapon and raised her hands.

'You got me, vampire.' She said, half in defeat, half with a trick still up her sleeve. 'Come and get me, if you must.'

'Eh?' Seras said. 'Oh, no, I don't want to kill you. You don't understand.'

A third voice broke in. 'Officer Seras, what is your SITREP?' It was Integra, on the radio.

With her free hand, Seras picked up the radio. 'Officer Seras here. I have a woman here, killed at least one of the vampires. Tried to kill me too, Sir.

'Is that who I think it is?' Said the woman.

'Shut up.' Seras ordered. She continued talking to the radio. 'I want to bring this woman in for questioning.'

'Unit's on its way. Good job, officer Seras. Integra out.'

'Integra?' said the woman. 'You work for Integra Hellsing?'

'Yes,' said Seras.

The woman's expression suddenly became warmer, 'Then I apologise. I would not have tried to kill you if I knew that.'

'Who are you?' Said Seras.

'Well I'm a vampire hunter of course. However, your boss has tried to get me to work for her in the past, but I work for no-one.' She extended an open hand to Seras, which made her lower her gun.

'Allow me to introduce myself,' said the woman, shaking Seras' hand. 'I'm Sophie.'

(More from Sophie coming soon!)

SITREP is a military term meaning situation report.