Chapter 1
WELLCOME TO HELLSING MANOR
Location: London, England
Year: 1999
Current Title: Lucy Knight, age 23
Saturday Evening: 7:46 PM
My head spun, my teeth hurt, my stomach heaved, and my consciousness was slipping. It was cold outside as a gust of wind hit me in the face, it felt like it cut through me. I shuddered against the wall I leaned against, my body longed for warmth. It must still be September, even though I've been locked away for years…right? For those of you who just tuned into my story, I guess introductions are in order. My name is Lucy Samantha Knight. I was born in England in the early 1800's and after twenty-three years, a terrible incident happened. My parents were both killed and I was the sole survivor, their murderer was never caught, but he caught me. I am not a normal person though, when he found me, I was the one who emerged victorious. A silver bullet was all I needed to win.
There isn't much else to kill vampires with anyway.
My father and mother told me about these occult beings, and how to defeat them. They said someone like me has to know these things. After their death, I found and befriended a professor by the name of Dr. Abraham van Hellsing. We went separate ways near 1894, and later heard he had killed a vampire that had plagued Hungary as well as set his sights on England! I had a completely different lifestyle in that time while I was living in London.
However several occurrences forced me into hiding for many decades a little after the First World War. Now I'm back, only to wake up and have little memory of what just happened. I heard footsteps coming closer and closer still. I tried to brace myself in case I needed to fight, but I was so tired I could barely focus. I felt the thing next to me, and it got down to eye level and spoke to me.
"Are you alright?" His voice was low and alluring, like the hushed whisper of an angel. I struggled to respond, but I couldn't even breathe evenly.
"All these ghouls, did you kill them yourself?" Ghouls. THAT sounds familiar. I thought.
"Ghouls… where…? I-I don't…" I managed to sound like an idiot. Ghouls are the product of vampire's bloodlust. Once a human is drained of their blood, the body starts to move on it's own, devouring humans themselves. The zombie stories came from these monsters.
"You're covered in blood… you must have… You're not human, are you?" The man asked. Over traveling to all these worlds, people who ask that question aren't human themselves, or are dead scared of them. I tried to open my eyes.
"But…you're… You're not human either, right?" I heard him chuckle once.
"You are smarter than I gave you credit for." I managed to open my eyes a little more. Now I could see the basic shape of him. He was tall, for one thing. He must have been wearing glasses, or something that reflected the orange light coming from the freshly set sun. He was wearing a long coat and a red wide brimmed hat. For a second the hyperactive part of me wondered, off task, if he was a Carmen Sandiego impersonator.
"Who are…you?" My voice was hoarse; I suddenly realized I was immensely thirsty. But it was a different kind of thirst…one that would only be satisfied with a strong drink.
"Shouldn't you be asking what I am in this situation?" He chuckled. I opened my eyes to focus more. He had hair darker than the blackest shadow or most evil nightmare. He had pale skin and underneath his large red overcoat he wore a charcoal suit with an intricately tied red cravat around his neck. His gloves startled me, for they were plain white gloves until you looked at the back. They had large symbols that covered the whole hand with ancient marks like it bound him to the earth by an ancient spell or something. I saw he had two massive guns strapped to his waist; one was at least 11 inches long and silver with something engraved on the side, the other was 13 inches and was black with something engraved in white on it as well. He must be a monster hunter or crazy, I was thinking he was something terrifying to even think about, for he radiated power and dominance. I felt like he should be my master, like I should curl up around his feet and take a nap like a cat. But I shook myself out of it.
"What are you…?" I managed to say it loud enough, but my throat burned with every breath I took, like someone scrubbed the inside of my neck with steel wool.
"I am the same as you." I blinked, the sun gone completely I fixed my eyes on his face. His glasses slid down his nose revealing his bright slited golden-red eyes. He grinned widely, it seemed normal for him, but was almost terrifying to look at, because his canine teeth were as sharp as razors, which curved wickedly over his bottom lip.
"I am a vampire." A shock ran through me. I was walking in the woods, when those ghouls showed up with some vampire, who was too chicken to fight me ordered the ghouls to attack me. I acted defensively and killed all of them, but I was injured which in return made my thirst become very strong.
"Who are you, my young draculina?" He asked innocently enough. I coughed and felt something wet run out of the corner of my mouth.
"Lucy Knight… who are you?" He pushed his glasses back over his eyes.
"I am just a servant to my master." All of a sudden I remembered what I needed to do. My eyes flew open as wide as they would go, and I sat bolt upright.
"I need to see Sir Hellsing immediately! I-" I choked and the vampire leaned forward, a genuinely surprised look on his face. I gagged then threw up a stream of blood. I felt a sharp pain in my stomach and my sides felt warm and wet. I tried to stop the bleeding by healing myself, but the pain in my throat grew worse and worse. I stopped it from gushing but I was in so much pain that I collapsed on the spot.
"Sir…Hellsing…" I choked. I sputtered for a second then a bit more dark blood trickled from my mouth. I closed my eyes then slipped into unconsciousness. I zoned in and out at certain times. The first time I actually was awake enough to listen, I was being carried in someone's arms and I heard two people talking.
"I see you're finished. It took you far too long to take out a few ghouls, Alucard." It was a woman's voice, obviously British, but very commanding. I tried to listen more while feigning sleep.
"And who is that? Did you save her too?" She asked like this Alucard had done this recently.
"I found her bloodied and torn up by the ghouls and there was a vampire was with them." That voice belonged to that red vampire I met earlier. Alucard, huh? That's an interesting name.
"She must have fought most of them off, I showed up and there were only a few and that coward of a vampire. My apologies, Master, but she said something which surprised me, which is why I brought her." There was a brief moment of silence.
"What is it?" She asked.
"She said she needs to see Sir Hellsing immediately. She choked on her own blood to tell me that message." The woman was silent, and then I heard the sound of helicopter blades turning.
"Very well then, bring her." I blacked out shortly after we were on the helicopter. I zoned in again, this time I heard more voices and I was still sitting in my seat in the helicopter.
"Master! You're back!" A young woman's voice greeted the woman and Alucard, another British accent. I guess I'm still in London.
"Who's that?" I felt two hands grab my shoulders and hoist me in someone's arms.
"This is a vampire who wishes to see Sir Integra, but she's obviously not in any condition to do much." Alucard responded. Integra… Is that the head of the Hellsing now? I heard the woman's voice again.
"Keep an eye on her, Alucard. We can't risk any attacks on my organization after that last incident. You too Seras." The young woman apparently named Seras responded.
"Sir!" I zoned out again and when I came around again I was being set down is something soft and comfortable. Then I heard a door being shut; I opened my eyes to see… nothing. Utter darkness. I then panicked realizing I had been set in a coffin. I didn't know if I would ever get out. I considered banging against the lid, but I was still too tired to do anything, so I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep.
"Wake up, draculina." I heard that vampire Alucard's voice emanate through the coffin lid. I blinked when the lid was pulled off and a large shadow was above me. I sat up to look around.
"Good evening." He murmured. I looked at him. Now that I was healed and awake I could actually see him. He wasn't wearing his hat or glasses, so I could see his bright eyes and sleek hair better. It was sleek and short, and it stuck out to the side like he had hat-hair. He was surprisingly handsome in a wicked sort of way. Like he could flash you a kind smile one second then cut your throat in the next.
"Good evening." I managed. My throat still hurt beyond all reason, although my wounds were gone. I blinked thinking for a second.
"Is it still evening, mister Alucard?" It felt silly calling him that, but he seemed like such a strong vampire I'd rather embarrass myself than infuriate him. He grinned.
"No. You slept all day yesterday. I should know, I've been ordered to watch you until we know who you are and what your intentions are. And by the way, its just Alucard." My first thought wasn't 'I slept all day yesterday?' or more likely for me; 'I slept through breakfast, lunch, AND dinner?' Instead what came out was,
"You watched me sleep? All day?" I like to stay to myself, so I felt like my personal space was invaded. He nodded.
"You seemed quite peaceful." He replied. I looked at the wall.
"I don't mean to sound rude or anything, but is there anything to…drink? My throat hurts so bad, I can barely speak." He looked confused.
"When did you last drink?" I had to think for a minuet.
"Almost three weeks… and it was a rabbit." I wrinkled my nose. He looked at the door.
"I'll see if we can give you something, but first things first." He slowly stood up; I almost forgot how tall he was. Well, when compared to me at least.
"I believe you said you wished to see Sir Hellsing immediately? This way." He pushed the wooden door open. I got out of the coffin and followed him. I now realized I must have been in some grand mansion! It was massive with stonewalls and floors, and long hallways, and columns, and all sorts of fancy stuff. He finally came to a stop at a room with double doors and I felt nervous even with out the creepy looks Alucard randomly shot me.
"Just inside here." He opened the door, I muttered a thanks, and walked in to see a young woman, barely older than me. She had pale blond hair and caramel skin, and wore a fine dark suit with a blue tie with a cross fastened to it. But what I noticed first were her deep blue eyes. They startled me, for I never saw human eyes that deeply colored.
"Sir Hellsing." I bowed. My voice sounded like someone scratched my throat with sandpaper.
"What's wrong with your voice?" She asked. Her voice was the same of the woman with Alucard on the helicopter, Integra I think. I looked up.
"I'm terribly sorry," Still sounded like the plague. "But I haven't drunk anything in weeks." She looked to her right.
"Walter, see that she gets some blood after our meeting." I almost jumped, because until now I didn't notice there was an older butler standing a little off to her right. He bowed.
"Yes, of course." The butler named Walter responded. I bowed.
"Thank you." She looked back to me.
"What is it that you wished to see me about?" I remembered this was time sensitive.
"What year is it?" Integra looked confused.
"You must be joking."
"I don't joke. It has to do with my message." I looked as serious as I could. How else could I? The fate of the world rested on my shoulders. No pressure.
"1999, and what does it have to do with it?" She responded. I took a deep breath.
"I've been waiting over a hundred years for this moment. I need to fight alongside your organization, if I don't, the world will be at a greater risk." She sat forward.
"Go on." I looked around.
"I knew your great-grandfather, Abraham," Alucard tensed, although I don't know why. "And I knew something terrible will happen this year in England...and the whole world. It will affect all of your lives. But I need to help you in order for most of you to survive. I know that you've been struggling with your organization since the Valentine brothers attacked this mansion with their ghoul army. I know about Millennium. I know about Section XIII the Iscariot. I know more than I should, but I want to help you." I took another deep breath.
"But only if you will allow me." I bowed again, and then waited. Integra looked deep in thought.
"I cannot allow such valuable information leave without seeing what it contains, but if what you say is not true…" She glanced at Alucard, who got a hungry look in his eyes. "I will take action against you as a traitor." I bowed.
"Thank you, Sir Hellsing." She nodded.
"You can stay in the room you had until we can make more permanent arrangements." Integra stated. I thanked her again and left the room, but I heard them talk once I left.
"What do you think about her Alucard?" She asked him. He chuckled once.
"That's what interests me so much about her master; I can't read her thoughts." Silence.
"That's impossible." She sounded surprised.
"That was my thought exactly." He admitted.
I slowly drifted away from their voices and came to my room, black coffin in the center. I sighed and sat on a chair in the room. This isn't easy like I thought. I should have guessed, Abraham always had a quick wit and a strong will, so his great-granddaughter should have been very similar, and she is. I'm not entirely sure what I think of them yet. Integra seems like her great-grandfather a lot, she also has the strategic thinking of a true Hellsing as well. Alucard seems distant and powerful, but something's amiss. He seems more like a silent assassin then a Hellsing soldier. So there's the head of Hellsing, Integra. Then, there's the vampire hunter who is a vampire himself, Alucard, who apparently can read minds, and I bet he's got more powers too. And whoever else is here in this massive mansion.
I was sitting there for so long, I didn't even notice when someone walked into my room, and left something on the table and left silently. I slowly turned around and froze at the sight. I looked intently at the contents on the table in my room. A blood transfusion bag placed on the beige wooden table. I snatched up the bag up, and drank it until it was bone dry. I stared at it, wondering how I was still thirsty after all of that. I threw it into the trash bin and flopped down into my coffin, angry that my thirst still burned. I rolled over on my side, then my stomach made a gurgling noise. I realized I was starving. I got up and wandered outside through the halls, I was wide-awake anyway.
I sniffed the air, and followed the scent of all sorts of mouth-watering foods until I came to see a white doorway and inside was what I was searching for. The kitchen. My stomach growled in anticipation. I felt terribly rude, but I was still thirsty and now starving. And I hold important information to the Hellsing organization; so starving me would be out of the question. I opened the fridge to see all sorts of already cooked foods, so I snatched up a ham sandwich with plenty of cheese and mustard, a slice of bread with strawberry jam, and I was just beginning to eat a small bowl of chocolate pudding, believe me it was hard not to pass up, when the door swung open. I turned around with the spoon sticking out of my mouth to see that butler, Walter.
"Miss Lucy?" I waved with one hand.
"Hi…" I muttered timidly. He looked surprised.
"Um… there's no blood in this fridge, if that's what you're looking for." I shook my head and picked the bowl of pudding off the counter.
"No, I was eating this. Walter, did you make this?" I asked.
"Yes, but how-"
"This is the best chocolate pudding I've had in a hundred years! Oh… sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt you." I apologized.
"Not at all, but how can you eat that?" I plunged the spoon into the bowl.
"Like this." I shoved it into my mouth then grinned. "Don't sell yourself short, Walter. This is really good!" He shook his head looking quite perplexed.
"No, it's not that. I've just never seen a vampire eat human food before. I thought it was impossible." I dropped my spoon.
"Alucard doesn't eat human food?" How can anyone resist a good chocolate cake? Then I had a thought.
"Wait, doesn't eat, or can't eat?" I asked.
"I believe it's can't."
I felt bad for him. How could you go X number of years without cheesecake, or pudding, or strawberries, or pie? The thought made me shudder.
"I guess I'm a freak vampire then." I grinned nervously. I then apologized for raiding the fridge and excused myself to my room, and lay in my coffin pondering this place. Vampires can't eat, I remember reading that in Bram Stoker's Dracula, but this was a little too much. I know I can eat, and the fact I just drank a packet of blood proves that I'm a vampire, well that and the fangs. I slowly sat up, confused. If I'm a vampire, how come I can eat human food? If I'm a vampire how come my throat still burns? Not so much that nothing has changed, but only my voice sounds better, my throat still burns for blood. But not just blood, something stronger than most blood… but what? Then I heard a knock at the door. I turned.
"Come in." A young woman, younger than me, walked inside hesitantly. She had light skin, blue eyes, short blonde hair, which stuck out at the end around her neck, and she wore a golden uniform that consisted of a golden short-sleeved button down shirt with something red strapped around her left arm, the Hellsing family crest, a short golden skirt, and brown shoes with white thigh-high stockings.
"Um, hello. You're Lucy, right? I'm Seras Victoria. The other vampire that works here." So she's Seras.
"Nice to meet you Seras. How long have you been in Hellsing?" She rubbed the back of her neck.
"Just a little while, a few weeks." I looked up.
"Really? You must be really good." She hung her head. Crap, I touched a nerve.
"No. I'm not good at all. I can't stand the blood; I feel like if I drink it, I'll lose something important… it sounds silly to you doesn't it?" I shook my head.
"Nope. Lots of things sound silly to me but that makes the most sense… considering you've also been a vampire for the same amount of time you've been here." She looked surprised.
"How did you know?" She asked bewildered.
"It's simple, vampires need blood the same way humans need food. If you seem lightheaded it's because you need to drink. And if you've resisted for a few weeks, you'll be slightly off balance, but fine. So I simply figured if you don't drink blood you must have been changed recently and placed here." She sighed.
"My Master saved my life, I'm in forever debt to him. He had me placed in the Hellsing organization after I changed." I looked at a painting of a castle in the room; I blinked coming back to reality.
"Wait, so how did you become a vampire anyway? Oh! Sorry, that's usually a very personal and touchy subject." I sputtered, embarrassed. She shook her head.
"No, it's okay. I was in the police force, and in this village named Cheddar, there was a lot of people disappearing lately, so my squad were sent out to investigate. We found this church in the middle of nowhere and we went inside and saw this priest biting into this young woman's neck, and there was blood everywhere. We freaked and they told me to run for it, while they provided cover. I was running to get some backup, but there were twenty people blocking the way. There faces were dark and empty, their eyes were glassed over. I never saw something so terrifying in my life. And then that priest showed up, and he told me what he was, a vampire disguising himself as a priest to lure people into sanctuary, and then drain them of their blood.
"He said something about vampire's effect on humans after their blood has been drained; if the victim happens to be a virgin of the opposite sex, they are turned into a creature of the night. But then, he said he didn't want an army of vampires, just an army of ghouls. I panicked and shot him in the head, but it didn't do anything. I tried to run away, but he grabbed my neck and put me in a chokehold and I thought I was dead, but this tall man came out of the woods, dressed in red. He said how he was here to kill him, and then he shot all the ghouls and they turned into ash when the bullet hit them in their heads. Soon the vampire 'priest' and I were the only ones standing in his way.
"Then the vampire, who was still choking me and now using me to shield me from bullets, started to bargain with the guy in red. He looked at me and said 'I know you don't want to die tonight, but in order for me to kill this loathsome vampire, the bullet will hit your lungs first.' I was so scared I almost didn't hear what anyone said at this point. He then grinned and looked back at me as he pointed the gun towards the vampire and I, then he asked; 'Are you a virgin, my dear? Do you want to come with me?' I half screamed yes twice, and then I felt the bullet rip through my body. I heard the vampire behind me scream in pain for a minuet then silence. I couldn't speak, I could barely breathe, but the man in red walked over to my side. He lifted my head off the ground so I could see him better. 'Remember the choice was yours, police girl.' He told me. He bit me, then I was transferred into Hellsing, and here I am now." She grinned awkwardly. I sat there in silence for a second.
"So Alucard turned you into a vampire? Is that why you call him master?" She nodded. "Seras, can you eat human food?" I asked. Seras shook her head and wrinkled her nose.
"No. Not anymore. It hurts my stomach. It's rather like having a kidney stone in your throat." I grimaced.
"Nice to know. Guess I am one of a kind then." I muttered. "Can Alucard read your thoughts?"
"Ugh! It's horrid and the most annoying power any vampire could ever have! Ever! Have you seen him walk through walls? Scared me half to death the first time he did that! Well, I am dead… but that's beside the point!" She started to rant about Alucard, or as she kept addressing him 'Master', and all his annoying traits. Then she finally sighed.
"But he is a good person in the end." I laughed.
"After all that, you say, 'oh he's not that bad!' really Seras? That's funny." She stamped her foot.
"It is not!" I laughed again.
"What are you girls laughing about?" A voice echoed through the hall. All of a sudden, through the right wall a body slowly seeped through it, first a head, then an arm, then a leg, followed by the rest.
"Master!" Seras squeaked. Alucard stood in the room, completely indifferent that he just came morphing out of my wall.
"I'm sure I'd love to hear all the comments my fledgling has to offer, but we have a bit of a ghoul issue that Master Integra wishes for us to deal with, all of us." He looked at me when he said 'all'; his crimson eyes seemed to look straight through me and into my soul.
"Police girl, get ready. And you," He looked at me again, frustrated. "I hope you know how to kill ghouls quickly." My eyes narrowed.
"Of course I know how to kill ghouls, how else would I have beaten up that pathetic army?" I spat.
"You were unconscious, not exactly encouraging." Alucard retorted. He turned around and dissolved through the wall again. I glared at the spot where he once stood, then stood up.
"Well, I guess it's time to go ghoul hunting." Seras sighed, then turned around and left. I would have gotten ready, but I realized that I don't have any weapons at all. I groaned and shuffled through the hallway, into the grand room, and out the door, to see twenty men all piling into an armored truck with the Hellsing family crest on the side. I walked closer to see Seras sitting in the back holding a massive gun. Wait, gun isn't the right word. I believe it's called a cannon. I stared at her for a second before she motioned for me to get in.
"Um, I don't have a gun." I stated the obvious. She pulled a gun off a rack in the truck.
"Here, use this until we've ordered a gun for you." She handed it to me with an impish grin. I gave the gun a once over, and then looked back at Seras as I climbed in the back of the truck.
"Does everybody have personalized guns?" I asked eyeing her cannon. She laughed.
"No. Just the gun… specialists." The way she said that made me realize only vampires got fancy guns. Cool. I fingered the bullets in the extra magazine on my rifle. Seras bit her lip.
"Um… I wouldn't do that. Those are special blessed silver bullets, they'll burn your skin if you're reckless with them like that." I looked up.
"Oh, thanks but, silver doesn't hurt me… unless, of course, it goes through my body." I replied. She looked confused.
"Well, how come?" She asked.
"It involves drinking blood, instead of refusing it." She wrinkled her nose and turned away. I grinned and looked around, waiting for us to reach our destination.
"So where's Alucard?" Seras looked at me funny then looked at the wall opposite to her.
"He doesn't ride in the truck. Master likes to keep to himself. But he'll show up." I nodded; he seemed like that kind of vampire. Eventually the truck came to a stop and one of the soldiers stood up and said something.
"In the name of God impure souls of the living dead shall be banished to eternal damnation." All of the other soldiers, including Seras all replied.
"Amen." The back of the truck opened up and everyone poured out into the street. There was a five-story building in front of us.
"Our targets are inside. Take them out post-haste." The soldier, whom I guessed was the commander, ordered.
"Sir!" Seras saluted. I blinked then saluted. Seras motioned for me to follow her inside. When we were inside, it seemed pretty normal.
"It doesn't look like anyone's been here in ages." Seras whispered. I sniffed the air. Blood. Fresh blood. The scent was heavy, to me at least, and very strong. There was a victim here, not two hours long.
"Looks are deceiving, Seras. Keep your eyes open and your ears sharp. I can smell them, and they're close." She nodded and led the way. We kept walking and it did look empty, until we turned a corner and we were greeted by five limp bodies, skin peeling off of them and human flesh and blood in their mouths. I raised my rifle and shot them in their heads, killing them quickly and efficiently.
"There must be even more ghouls inside. Keep your guard up Seras." I pointed out. We rounded the next corner, and found ourselves faced with thirty ghouls, at least, and two young male vampires in the back. Instantly Seras fired off her cannon, knocking aside the first several ghouls into oblivion. I got the next five easy, then the vampires started to bolt for it.
"Seras! Take care of the ghouls! I'm going after the vampires!" I shouted as I ran off in their direction. They tried to shake me off by running through a messy alleyway, and a busy road, but it takes a bit more than that to get rid of vampires.
"Crap! She's still after us!" The older one spat, while knocking over some trashcans. I got irritated from the chase and fired the gun; the bullet hit the older one in the back, knocking him down. I fired at the other one; the bullet blew off his left leg. They fell down squealing like a bunch of pigs.
"Now be good little boys, and take your punishment without all this howling." I raised the gun to the older one's forehead and squeezed the trigger. No more noise came from him. The younger one jumped up and tried to hop away. I looked up from his friend's body and glared at the foolish young vampire. He held an automatic pistol in his hand, shaking as he pointed it at me.
"D-don't move… I'll blow your freakin head off!" I took a step forward.
"Do you really think someone like you, will beat a true undead like me?" I grinned.
"SHUT UP!" He fired all six rounds into my body, hitting me in the chest twice, once in the forehead, once across my face ripping off my skin, and in my right arm and right leg. I fell down, in a bloody pulp. He started breathing heavily, then laughed.
"Yeah! THAT'S what happens when you mess with ME! I ain't scared of no vampire sludge!" My throat felt like a white-hot iron was shoved down it, while I regenerated. I let a feral snarl rip through my clenched teeth.
"These aren't even silver… how did you figure this would kill me?" I took a step forward and collapsed to the ground. Thirst controlling my every movement… aching for blood, longing for blood, craving for blood… must kill for blood. But I was too weak to even blink, the thirst weakening me every second.
"Ha! Looks like it don't matta!" I heard behind his laughter, boots clicking across a stone street. The young vampire turned around to see him.
"And who the bloody-" Before he could even finish his sentence, he pulled out his gun; firing into the young vampire's already wounded body. He screamed in unbearable agony as the blessed silver ran through him, turning him into nothing more than a mangled, bleeding out, corpse. He walked over to me and looked intrigued.
"Draculina… you're thirsty, yes?" I whimpered and nodded once, for it was all I could do. He grinned and took a pocketknife off the older vampire's carcass. Then he proceeded to switch out the blade and slashed his wrist with it. I stared at him in wonder as well as horror for how could one do such a thing to themselves, human or not? He angled my head up and put his bleeding wrist to my face.
"Drink, draculina, and quench your thirst." I shook my head weakly, the over-powering smell of blood filling my head. Now to a vampire blood does not taste like copper and salt, but like a fine wine, thick and delicious. Nor does it smell like rust, but floral or fruit-like, appealing to say the least.
"Your thirst is killing you. Do you refuse to drink the blood of a fellow vampire? Drink and slake your thirst." I felt blood trickle out of the corner of my eyes.
"It will kill you soon. Drink draculina, no, drink my blood, Lucy Knight!" I fought against every thought running through my mind questioning my sanity, my morals, and my beliefs. I shook them all aside and glued my mouth to his wound, lapping up the vampire's blood, which saved my life. Then I realized something. Oh, how sweet and intoxicating his blood was! The most desirable, thirst-quenching, mouth-watering, powerful blood I have ever, ever tasted and ever will taste! My thirst disappeared within seconds, but I couldn't stop myself! I wanted more, and more, until he had wrenched his arm away from my greedy lips.
"A-lu-card." I choked, blood dripping off my chin. I saw him rise and walk away, and then he dissolved into mist, and floated away. I broke down, betraying the Hellsing organization so soon after I met them. I felt mortified at the experience and decided to not dwell on this and make things right and at least not sit here all evening. When I returned to the building, Seras waved me over, so I trudged to her side.
"You look like you've been hit with a truck!" Seras exclaimed, observing the blood on my face and shirt. I sighed and climbed into the truck. She followed in after me and shut the back.
"You saw master." I sat bolt upright.
"He said you're a very interesting case, very strong." I looked over to her.
"Really? He said that?" She nodded and pointed to her right temple.
"Telepathy. He said any vampire would be in a trance when forced like that upon blood to save them. Don't be in hysterics." I blushed and looked down.
"Well, we have to report back to the Commander." She sighed as the truck started to slow down.
"Who's the commander?" I asked handing my gun back to her.
"Pip." I giggled.
"The commander of the Hellsing army, is named…Pip?" I struggled not to let the laugh rip through my lungs.
"Yes… he's actually French. After the Valentine Brothers incident, he and his mercenary group, The Wild Geese, became the new army." I nodded. We walked inside of the small outer building near the mansion and inside the first person I saw had honey-brown hair with nicely cut and styled bangs in the front, and the rest pulled into a waist-long French braid. An eye patch, which covered his left eye, was visible as well as a single bandage across the bridge of his nose. He had his braid curled around his neck, like it kept it out of the way. He lit a cigarette and his one blue eye stared at me intently for a second.
"Ah! So you're the new vampire we've acquired!" He had, obviously, a French accent and flashed me a wide grin. I wiped my mouth on my sleeve, removing the evidence of my disgrace, should Alucard come morphing through the wall.
"I am Pip Vernedead. Would you grace me with your name mademoiselle?" He asked politely. I nodded.
"Lucy Knight. Nosferatu,and true undead." I grinned, impersonating Alucard. Pip blinked, eyes bugging for a second then shook it off.
"This mission was nothing short of a grand success. Merci beau coup to you all." He winked at me. I frowned, surprised and appalled at the human's actions.
"Well, if I'm not needed any more, I'm going to sleep." I brushed it off and headed towards the mansion, satisfied with the day's accomplishments. I started to walk down the hallway, and made it into my room, when I heard chuckling behind me.
"Alucard!" I turned around, facing the vampire still wearing his crazy hat and glasses. He stared at me, and because I couldn't see his eyes, because of his colored glasses, I felt self-conscious.
"You seem to have taken a liking to my blood, Lucy." I glowered at him. He held up his hands in defeat.
"I meant no disrespect, it's more than I can say for the police girl. She has never allowed her lips to touch even the lowest of human blood." I blinked wondering why he's even here. To make fun of me probably.
"I look forward to the evening when we may work together again." With that he faded back through the wall, as if nothing happened in the first place. Exhausted with all of today's occurrences, I fell into my coffin, pulled the lid on, and fell into a blissful slumber. –End Chapter 1