Authors Note: I decided to do the 100fic challenge and use Hellsing. The rules are simple. You pick a your favorite fandom. Favorite character or pairing and then write about them using each prompt. I will write about Alucard and Integra. Because they are totally MADE for each other. Anyway, you can find all of the prompts and the whole list of rules on LiveJournal.

Chapter one: Beginning

She was trembling. Her hands were shaking as they clutched the gun. The backlash from pulling the trigger had caused her elbows to ache; and her hands had gone numb. Her knees trembled violently and then she collapsed. The black gun dropped to the dungeon floor with a clatter and she drew in a shaky breath. She gritted her teeth as she looked at the dusty stones. The bullet wound in her shoulder was throbbing painfully. If it weren't for the shock her body and mind were in she knew she would have been sobbing in pain; if she hadn't fainted from the pain.

The stench of blood burned her lungs and caused her stomach to knot up slightly. She gasped and jerked away from the hand that reached for her. She looked up at the tall skeletal figure. He paused, hand still outstretched. His expression was blank; those crimson eyes gazing down at her contemplatively. She didn't know how to react. Everything was happening to quickly. This-this monster belonged to her family. And now with the passing of her father he belonged to her. To be her slave and to do her bidding. Her mind reeled. But he was a vampire! He was her enemy!

"You're wound will become infected if you do not get it treated."

His rich voice-now lacking the thrill of blood shed and sarcasm-startled her out of her panicked thoughts forcing her to turn her wide blue eyes up towards him. She trembled slightly. She couldn't go to the hospital. There would be to many questions. Oh how she wished Walter were here. Things would have been so different if that dear old man had not gone away on business. She shifted back slightly as the vampire knelt down. Even kneeling he towered over her kneeling form. "Permit me to take care of you my young master."

She blinked. That gloved hand drew nearer to her. Slowly. Questioningly. Seeking permission to touch. She looked at him and their eyes met. She could sense it. Sense his powers bound by the seals placed upon him by her grandfather Abraham. She truly was his master. She nodded; giving silent permission.

His rich deep voice offered empty words to sooth her as he ripped the bloodstained sleeve of her shirt. The material ripped easily under his fingers; revealing her marred flesh. She gasped as she gazed at the wound. The bullet had gone completely through her shoulder. She began to tremble. The flesh was burned, red, purple and swollen. Blood continued to ooze steadily from the wound. She felt as though she were going to black out from the mere sight. But the hand of her servant gripping her elbow calmed her down.

She looked at the creature-Alucard-as he examined the wound. He hummed. A deep baritone vibrating deep within his chest. It sent chills down her spine. Being next to him was liking being next to a six-hundred-pound tiger. Beautiful, but deadly. "It is a clean wound." His crimson eyes glanced towards her. "You are very lucky master." He said before leaning down. With a surprised yelp Integra gaped as he leaned in and seemed to kiss the wound. She thought she felt his tongue gently touch her swollen skin, but she wasn't sure. When he straightened up she gaped at her arm. The flesh began knitting itself back together. The swelling went down, the nerves, tendons and muscles healed and the skin began hole. Not so much as a red mark remained; within a matter of seconds the wound had healed. She turned and gazed wide eyed up at Alucard who had stood.

Perhaps there is more to these monsters than father told me. He is dangerous. I must learn to control him properly. She slowly pushed herself to her feet, folding her arm instinctively even though there was no pain. She eyed the creature wearily. He was testing me back there. Testing my resolve. Was he doing it because he could have chosen my uncle to be his master? Or…was it something else entirely? Whatever it was…I must learn more about him. Perhaps fathers journals will tell me how to handle him. She crossed the dungeon, carefully avoiding pools of blood and the mangle bodies of her uncles goons. She paused at the door and glanced back towards the creature who remained in the center of the cell. "Alucard." She tested.

"Yes?" the response was immediate. There was no hesitation. She glanced around the cell again before looking back at him.

"Do clean up this mess." She then turned and walked out.

Alucard grinned as she gave him the subtle order.

"Yes master." He said as she left before looking down at the mess he had made. He would enjoy cleaning it up. It had been such a long time since he'd had a meal after all. He nearly salivated at the thought of filling himself finally after two decades. But he found himself glancing back towards the open cell door where light flooded in. She is young. She does not have complete understanding of the seals yet. I must test her to see if she is worthy of being my master. A toothy grin; malicious in nature cracked his face. Perhaps this will be the beginning of a wonderfully exciting relationship.

Authors Note: I haven't written Hellsing fiction in awhile-mostly because I couldn't think of anything to write about. Well this prompt gave me an idea. XD