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I do not own Hellsing, Kohta Hirano does, but I do own the characters that I have created.

Chapter 1

"God, I'm tired." Seras muttered to herself as she climbed to the back of a military truck waiting to be taken back to the mansion.

She and the men had just cleaned out a house full of ghouls caused by three young adult freak vampires. The three have been driving around England stopping by houses and motels, killing or turning everyone into ghouls. The Hellsing organization had been one step behind them each time. Integra was furious that they missed them again. After the Incognito incident, which happened a year ago, they were having problems with finding good soldiers and Integra had to rely heavily on Alucard and Seras.

Seras leaned her head back on her seat and stared up at the ceiling of the truck remembering Ferguson. She wished he was still here. He had been the closest thing to she had to a father here at Hellsing. Now she had no one. Integra was always to busy and didn't really like to associate with vampires although she had been more relaxed around Seras during this past year. Walter was a sweet and kind man although she really didn't have much time to talk with him. Then there was Alucard, Master as she calls him. The only times he showed up was either to tease her or punish her if she did something wrong. Occasionally he would stop by and have a somewhat normal chat if there ever was such a thing with Alucard, or meet up with him when hunting other freak vampires.

Seras was feeling lonely. She wanted someone she could have a normal conversation with, talk about movies maybe, anything to make her feel human. The more she killed and the more she drank her daily blood made her feel she was slowly loosing her humanity, or what she had left of it.

She looked away from the ceiling of the truck to one of the other men sitting across from her. He was staring at her chest. Seras gave him a toothy grin showing him her fangs. The man quickly looked away focusing his attention on something else. Seras smiled at her little victory. She hated it when the men would stare at her boobs. It was just plain rude. All the men liked her body but they didn't like what she was. She was one of the things they hunted even though she had saved so many of their lives. She sighed and stared at the ceiling again until they finally reached the mansion. She headed straight to her room, undressed took a shower, put on bed clothes and headed for bed. As soon as the top of her bed closed she was out like a light. She never even saw the pair of red eyes staring at her from the top of the coffin.

"Hey Michael, did you hear about the motel we're staying at?" asked a young British man.

"No. Did you?" Michael asked.

"Yeah, its out in the middle of the nowhere practically. Four miles away from the nearest town. It's at small village thirteen miles from Cambridge." the British man relied.

"Thirteen miles! Holy hell. That is out in the middle of freaking nowhere. How the hell did you here this Glen?" Michael demanded.

"I heard it from the professor. Says it will be a glorious place. Why, are you afraid or something?" Glen asked with a teasing grin.

"Does England have hillbilly people? Did you ever see the movie Deliverance, Glen?" Michael asked with a curious tone.

"No, never heard of it. Is it some movie you yanks like to watch about hillbillies?" Glen teased.

"You can say that. That movie made me scared of hillbilly people. You ever see it, it would scare you shitless. I don't like little towns out in the middle of nowhere. That's where the hillbilly people live." Michael explained.

"I am so sure. You sound paranoid, Mike." Glen laughed.

The bus they were on hit another bump and all the students on board were lifted a few inches from seats again.

"Damn British roads. On top of you guys driving on the wrong side of the road and having the smallest country roads you guys gotta have bumpiest fucking roads on this planet." Michael complained.

Glen laughed and Michael rolled his eyes. He was the only American in his college class. It wasn't hard making friends, Glen and him hit it off right when they first met at Oxford college. There class was taking a field trip to go visit Cambridge University but they had to take a make a stop at a motel and spend the night there before they would move on.

"Hey Pete! Did hear what ol' Mike said about our lovely British roads?" Glen asked in a mock hurt voice.

"I believe I did." Pete said with a chuckle.

"That's not nice Mike," Glen said still acting as if his feelings were hurt, "Our roads are splendid!"

"Splendid? Since when did you start using that word? It makes you sound fruity." Michael said chuckling.

"He's right Glen. It does make you sound a bit like a fruit." Pete added in with a laugh.

"Oh, fuck off you two." Glen replied.

"Much better, there's the old Glen we know and love." Michael said as he messed up Glens blonde spiked hair.

"Hey, watch the bloody hair shit wit." Glen said trying to fix his hair.

"Oye! You three keep it down back there!" yelled their professor.

The three stopped fooling around and began talking about their majors and what they planned on doing once they graduated, until they finally reached their destination, a small little one story motel practically in the middle of a field.

"What a shit hole." Michael stated.

"You're telling me. Guess the professor is to much of cheapskate to get a nice motel." Pete agreed.

The professor then handed every group of three their room keys. The three boys got room 110 the room closest to the field. The three opened their room and placed all their luggage on the beds they wanted to sleep on.

Seras was woken up by a knocking on her door. She pushed the button that raised the top of her bed and she got up to answer the door. It was Walter.

"Sorry to disturb you at this time Miss Victoria but Integra has called out all the men for a mission. Turns out we finally found out where those three freak vampires are." Walter explained.

Seras yawned still not fully awake, "What time is it Walter?"

"Five o'clock p.m. Miss Victoria, I know its still light out and it is a bit early for you to wake up but it's Integra's orders. She even awakened Alucard." Walter said.

"She did? Then why does she need us? Alucard could take care of it by himself." Seras said still tired.

"True, but she told Alucard to only destroy the freaks, she wants the men to destroy the ghouls. She feels they need more field experience in dealing with them."

"Alright," Seras groaned, "Where are the freaks located?"

"A small village about thirteen to fourteen miles away from Cambridge." Walter replied.

"Ugh. We have to go all the way out there!" Seras whined.

"Afraid so."

"I'll go get dressed." Seras muttered as she shut door.

"Fucking hell, the bathroom smells like ass!" Glen whined.

"Then shut the damn door. I don't want the room smelling like ass while I sleep." Michael replied with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

" Hey, Mike. I am gonna go over to the vending machines and get some snacks, you want any?" Pete asked.

"Sure, get me some pretzels and a coke if they got any."

"What about you Glen?"

"I'll just have a coke too." shouted Glen who was using the bathroom.

"Alright, see you blokes in few." Pete said as he left the door.

Michael sat up from his bed and walked over to the mirror on the other side of the room. His hazel eyes had dark bags under them. His buzzed, brown hair hadn't been washed in two days, and he hadn't shaved in a week which gave his face a rugged look to it. He was only twenty one years old and he looked much older. The trip up here was taking its toll on him. He needed some well deserved rest.

Suddenly he heard a bunch of loud booming noises outside followed by screams. Michaels eyes widened in horror realizing what the noise was. Someone was shooting his colleagues. He ran to open the door and looked outside to see three men in the parking lot armed with high caliber guns. One man saw Michael and aimed his MP-5K at him and opened fire. Michael ran back into his room shutting the door and diving to the ground. The front windows to his room exploded as bullets peppered the place. Glass and chunks of plaster and dust were flying everywhere. Michael didn't know if Glen and Pete were hit. He couldn't hear Glen in the bathroom over the noise of the automatic gunfire. Michael could hear the students next door screaming for help. He couldn't make out who it was. It was as if a war had just broke out.

Finally the shooting ceased. Cry's and moans could be heard throughout the motel. He heard a loud scream from girl he knew and then a loud gunshot followed. Michael pulled his cell phone out from his pocket and dialed the police. He heard another guy screaming but instead of being cut off with a gunshot his screaming became garbled as if he had a bunch fluid in his mouth. He heard some more screams that sounded like that.

"Glen!" Michael shouted out in a whisper tone, "Glen, you alive?"

"Y-yeah mate. I'm still here." Glen replied his voice shaky.

"Get out here, but crawl when you do. These fuckers have machine guns and shit." Michael warned.

"O-ok." Glen said as he slowly crawled out of the bathroom over to Michaels position between two of the beds.

Michael waited for a ring tone on phone but one never came up. There was no signal where they were.

"Fuck!" Michael muttered, "There is no god damn signal out here. These phones are fucking useless."

"Where's Pete?" Glen asked still sounding shook up.

"I don't know. I hope he's still-" Michael was cut off by a scream in the room next to them.

"NO! Stop! Please!" the voice said, it was a female.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch!" another voice yelled.

"NO! STO-" her voice was cut off.

All the two could hear now was a gurgling noise coming from her. Michael and Glen stared at each other with a look of horror on their faces.

"I-I think he slit her throat." Glen said.

Michael looked at Glen and nodded.

"Hey, Johnny! Shoot that fuck running across the lot there! Hurry before he gets away!" the voice from next door shouted.

Michael sat up enough to see out the window who was running across the lot. It was Pete.

"Oh fuck! Pete! No!" Michael whispered.

"What?" Glen said sitting up trying to see out the window as well.

It was Pete alright and he was running as fast as he could across the parking lot. He was making a run out to the field. Automatic gunfire erupted from room 100 on the other side of the motel. Sprays of red spewed out from Pete's chest and back as bullets tore through his body. He collapsed in the middle of the lot, a pool of blood forming around him. Michael laid back down clenching his fist trying not to cry. Glen began to cry softly, trying not to be loud, afraid he might give away their position to the killers.

"Those mother fuckers, I'm gonna kill them!" Michael said his voice a mixture of anger and sadness.

Glen curled himself into a ball and began sob. Glen and Pete were best friends since grade school and now he had just lost him to a bunch of psychos, and he and Michael probably weren't going to live through it either. Michael looked around for some sort of weapon, anything that could hurt someone. All he found was a sharpened pencil on the floor.

"Must have flew out when the bullets hit my bag," he thought.

He placed it in his pant pocket and prayed that Glen and him would make it out alive.

"Johnny!" the man next door yelled.

"What?" the voice from room 100 replied.

"I'm gonna check out the next room. Tell Marcus to keep his eyes open! Don't want those Hellsing bastards to sneak up on us!"

"Will do Ed." Johnny replied.

Glen hurried and crawled back into the bathroom, and Michael crawled under the bed. The door opened from next door and Michael could hear the footsteps of the man called Ed. His footsteps stopped when he reached their door.

"Here I come, ready or not!" he shouted as he kicked the door down.

Michael put his hands to his mouth so he wouldn't be able to hear him breathe.

"Come out come out where ever you are." he said, "Come on out and just get it over with. I'll make you die much slower if you make me fucking find you!"

Cold sweat ran down Mikes face. This couldn't be happening, it was like a nightmare coming true. He could see the killers military like boots. Slowly walking over the broken glass and debris, beckoning for Mike and Glen to come out.

"Fine, have it your way." Ed said as he grabbed the bed Mike was hiding under and flipped it over with an inhuman force. Mike didn't have enough time to think. Ed was all over Mike before he had a chance.

"Thought you could hide from me you little fuck!" he yelled to Mike as he picked him up by the throat, "Well ,you can't hide from ol'Ed, I could smell your delicious blood a mile away." he stated with a demonic grin showing off his unusually long canines.

He held Mike up against the wall pinning his shoulders so Mike couldn't move. Mike began to struggle but it was to no avail. Mike was wondering how the man could have such strength. He was four inches shorter than Mike and looked about the same age and he wasn't that muscular. Mike then noticed his blood red eyes. He couldn't help but stare at them, he had never seen eyes like that, it was as if the man wasn't human.

"Are you a virgin?" Ed asked with a creepy curiosity.

Mike was stunned that he asked that then suddenly his eyes widened in horror, this man was going to rape him, he thought!

"Y-yes, don't rape me please!" Mike cried out.

Ed's smile widened, "Rape you? HA! Sorry mate, I don't swing that way, its just that virgins blood taste so much sweeter than that of people who have already been fucked. That bitch in the other room was a tasty one. She hadn't been broken into yet….." he paused his smile turning more sinister, " Now lets see how you taste."

"NO!" Glen said as he burst out of the bathroom door tackling Ed.

"What the fuck!" Ed yelled as he threw Glen off against the wall with ease.

Glen was stunned for a moment then stood back up ready to charge again but Ed had other plans. He pulled out a .357 magnum from his waist and fired a round that tore through Glens heart and lungs. Blood and tissue sprayed the wall the behind him and Glen fell to the floor in a heap. Mike didn't have time to mourn for Glen yet, he took the chance and pulled out his pencil from his pocket and just as Ed turned to face him, Mike jammed the pencil as hard as he could into Ed's eye.

"AHHH! You mother fucker! I'll kill you!" Ed screamed as he fell back grabbing the pencil.

Mike made a mad dash out the door and began to run into the field. He could hear Ed yelling to one of the others to shoot but Mike disappeared into the field before they could get a clear shot. He heard gunfire and could hear a few bullets zing by but none hit him. He ran as fast as he could, he ran until his muscles felt like mush but he kept going refusing to stop, until he reached an asphalt road outside of the field.

Mike sat down for minute to catch his breath when he noticed a figure walking towards him. It couldn't have been Ed, the motel was in the opposite direction. No, it was someone else. He couldn't see his face but the person was wearing a blood red trench coat of some sort and had a large red hat that looked almost like a sombrero. He was walking slowly towards Mike.

"HEY!" Mike shouted, "Turn around and call the police! Hurry it's an emergency!" Mike yelled as he began to stand up and walk towards the person.

The person kept on walking towards Mike, as if he didn't hear or care about we he said.

"I'm talking to you pal! Some guys came into the motel just down the road and shot the place to hell! I was lucky to-" Mike was cut off by loud roar and a incredible pain in his lower right torso. He looked down to see a large hole in his torso and dark thick blood pouring from it. He was shot. He took a few steps forward his bloody hand reaching out to the person in the distance. Mike, then slowly turned around to see Ed standing right behind him aiming his smoking .357 with a diabolical grin plastered on his disgusting face. Mike fell on his back, his pain suddenly increasing as he hit the ground. Mike stared up at the gray sky, holding his bleeding wound. He couldn't die like this ,he thought, not by some psycho who just killed all his friends.

Ed suddenly came into view looking down at Mike. His eye was completely healed, as if nothing had happened. He pointed his revolver at Mikes head and said, "This is for my eye, bitch!"

Mike stared down the barrel of the gun waiting for it to go off, but it never did. A gunshot, five times louder than that of the .357 was heard and Ed's face disintegrated in a mist of blood and brain matter. His body slumped to the ground. Mike still looked up to the sky not believing what just happened. Maybe he was seeing things, he wondered. Thousands of thoughts swam threw his head. What was going to happen when he died, what would his father and sister think? Tears ran down the sides of his face. He was never going to see his little sister Sarah grow up, he was never going to see her graduate, never going to see her get her drivers license, never going to be an uncle, never going to be able to give her a hug when she got scared, and his dad would suffer yet another loss of a family member.

"Mom, it looks like I'll be joining you." he thought as more tears streamed out.

Mike then heard more footsteps. They were getting closer. It was the person he saw walking before he was shot. A rather tall man came into Mikes field of vision. He was wearing old fashioned clothing. He had white gloves with weird symbols on them and he wore yellow tinted sunglasses, it was a little difficult for Michael to get a good look at his eyes. The man knelt down and looked at Mikes wound then looked Michael in the eye.

"You have been shot through the liver," he stated his voice deep and serious, "You don't have much time."

Michael knew what that meant, not even a doctor could fix him. Liver shot meant you were dead for sure. "I probably only got ten minutes left before I die." he thought.

" Ten minutes if you are lucky." the man said with a slight grin.

Michael looked up at him for second wondering if he said that out loud. His pain began to increase, and he was beginning to feel tired.

"Did you shoot…..the bastard……who shot me?" Mike asked in a pained voice.

The man nodded.

"Good. A-at least…..I got to see…that fucker die before me." Mike said pausing to take deep breaths.

The mans grin widened revealing long, sharp canines like Ed had. Mike stared at his dagger like canines and finally said, "You're…not human."

The man gave a creepy chuckle and said, "No, and neither was that trash I just disposed of."

"I sort of….figured that. Something about you……just doesn't seem natural." Mike said having more trouble talking.

"You have no idea." the man said still keeping his Cheshire Cat like grin.

"Well, you….might want to go get……….the other two……at the motel." Mike said as he coughed.

"I will, in good time," the man said with a brief pause, his grin slightly fading, "I want to offer you a choice first." he finally said.

Mike just looked at him waiting for him to tell him the choice.

"You can stay here and die and except your death or," he paused his grin beginning to widen again, "you can come with me."

Mike looked at him his face a mixture of pain and confusion. Go with him? What did he mean? He was dying, how could he go with him and to where? To go get the other two guys?

"Don't ask questions, boy. Time is not on your side. Just answer the question. I believe you know what I am asking." He stated his voice loosing patience.

Mike still wasn't sure about what he was asking but he didn't want to die here, and he was going to assume that by going with him maybe there was hope for him.

"So, what's it going to be?" he asked.

"I-I'll go…with you. Whatever…that may be." Mike wheezed out.

The mans grin widened as he heard the answer. He took off his sunglasses and put them in his trench coat. He ,too, had red eyes, but not a blood red more like a ruby red color. He bent his head down toward Michaels neck and whispered in his ear, "Remember, the choice was always yours."

Mike suddenly felt a slight pain in his neck followed by a rush of euphoria. It felt unbelievable, he forgot all about his gunshot wound. The gray sky began to fade out of Michaels vision.

"So," Michael wondered, "what's going to happen now?" was Michaels final thought before everything went black.

End of chapter 1

Please review! This is my first Hellsing fanfic so please be gentle. I based this fanfic off the show because I have not finished the Manga yet but I kept some things from the Manga like the freak vampires and ghouls not turning into dust or ash when they die ( I like it better that way). Hope you liked it!