"My Master"

Summary:

The Hellsing Manor has been relatively quiet since the ghoul incident, things stir up however when a former fledgling of Alucard's decides to pay his old master a visit, but is that the only thing he intends to do?

Author:

-Purgatory Bellhop

Rating:

R- For language and crude sexual slurs, perhaps something more later...?

Disclaimer:

Nope, it's not mine. I'm just holding it hostage in my closet.

AN:

Thanks a bunch for taking the time to read this. This in fact is my first Hellsing Fiction, but it's no excuse for bad writing, I'm not looking for pity. That aside I write this for myself and anyone else who really becomes attached to it. I'm always looking to be criticized, whether it's good or bad, I take it all in good heart. No, I have not finished either the Manga or the Anime yet, but I have done some research, so please stay off my back about it, or be polite at least...I'll update as often as possible but I do have college work to do so you'll have to bear with me at times.

What else can I say...Ah, the Character that I created for this story is a person of my own creation, if you'd like to use him in your story for some reason, please let me know first. As we all know, being ripped off isn't a very nice thing to do or to have happen to you.
That said, please enjoy!

"My Master"

Ch. 1 – Welcome Home

"Bugger me, I'm tired..." Seras whined as she eyed the steep grassy hill before her.

The night was growing late or rather, growing early as the horizon began to grow a warm shade of rose against the inky black sky. Birds began chirping to the oncoming morning through the darkness and even the moon began her descent into the western sky, hurriedly making way for the sun. Seras paused gazing to the east, a silent sigh heaved out of her chest. She wished she could watch the sun rise, as she once had before. But that was a different life, one that she had left behind, Seras Victoria, special agent of the Hellsing organization, was one of the undead, a vampire. She scoffed at her inner thoughts quietly as she began her march up the hill, her Halconnen easily thrust over her shoulder as she moved away from the outdoor firing range. It was strange, that before, when she was human the weapon had been somewhat of a nuisance. The awkwardly built hunk of metal was nearly impossible to carry, and she was often stationary in her missions. Now however her newfound strength and unusual vampiric powers were being put to good use, whenever she didn't deny what she was that is.

She had once again been denying to drink the blood that was given to her to satiate her hunger. Somehow it still didn't feel right, what little humanity she could retain she'd grasp onto without mercy, even if it did make her weak, and make her master angry...

"Master... " she groaned in the back of her mind, he was the one who had sent her out here to practice from sundown to sunup, only because she missed their last target on a minor mission.

'Miss again Police girl, and I'll have out practicing through the day' his smooth voice echoed memorably in her mind. That evil creature, he had been grinning when he said it too. It seemed to Seras that her master Alucard only came around to torture her to tears or complete embarrassment. That's all the old vampire found useful of her it seemed, she provided the entertainment that he seldom received around the castle. Seras snorted angrily, finally reaching the top of the grassy embankment,

"I wish he'd give it a rest," She began to pad quietly through the manor's garden, her crimson gaze affixed to the long gravel path before her, "I'm not his bloody comedian for Christ's sake!"

Although Seras often admitted to hating her master, somewhere deep down she felt a special sort of connection to him, a feeling that was oddly familiar, but a thought she'd never entertain for more than a moment though. She felt if she did, there would be a lot of things she'd have to start admitting to, and that was far too humiliating to even fathom. But it was an interesting thought to dwell on regardless...

She shook her head free of these musings as she continued up the narrow path. All that practicing was starting to get to her, making her think such ridiculous things. She needed a good rest today, and a bath later when she woke up. She nodded to herself and smiled, yes that seemed quite pleasant indeed. Also perhaps to snack a bit on her blood bag-

Her thoughts quickly jarred her back to reality. She sighed knowingly, her smile fading as fast as it had emerged. It wasn't that she needed a bath, or sleep for that matter. It was her hunger that was driving her mad. But no matter how hungry she became, she wouldn't drink unless it was absolutely necessary.

Morning was fast approaching as she neared the end of the path, but that was no concern as she was near inside the castle, and that there was no one around to see her in. Just as well, she imagined, neither the hired help nor the soldiers cared much for her presence, they avoided her because she was different, and assumed dangerous. The blonde vampire couldn't care less at times because in all honesty she didn't really care. But sometimes it got particularly lonely. Even though there was no one in sight, Seras couldn't help feeling that someone was watching her. It was a familiar feeling, since her master had an unusual habit of spying on her when he felt the need to. But this feeling was different. It wasn't her master's ochre gaze that pierced through her soul, it was someone or something else, something different but very familiar indeed.

Seras noticed that her body tensed underneath this invisible gaze, and she had stopped walking. The sun was threatening to peek over the horizon as she glanced back into the garden, dropping her Halconnen to her side in case it needed to be used. No, it wasn't her master marking her movement, it was something someone else! Her reddish eyes wandered to an old dying oak that stood far off to the left of the garden, its gnarled branches reached helplessly out to the sky, limbs baring no foliage of any kind. What it did have was a pair of burning crimson eyes peering from the massive trunk that narrowed when taken notice of.

Seras' mind raced wildly, this was not master! It was a stranger! A stranger vampire was on the estate grounds! And it was leering at her with the utmost loathing! Before the blonde vampire could react physically, the eyes had vanished from the tree. Backpedaling, Seras attempted to return to the castle when a single gloved hand grasped tightly around her neck.

"You..." A deep male voice reverberated inside her head quietly but strong, "You stink of my master, where is he?"

A lean chest materialized before her, a thin neck attached to it which led to a fine pale face, hidden behind silky black locks that also masked burning crimson eyes. The gloved fingers grew tighter, causing Seras to weakly wheeze in pain as everything began to fade before her, the sunrise, the garden, and the face that held the burning claret eyes. Those orbs were the last image she had before she slipped from consciousness.

Until next chapter people...

So who is this mysterious man calling Alucard master?

What will happen to Seras if the sun rises?

I suppose we'll both find out soon!

-Purgatory Bellhop