Prologue
Winter. A season of seeming lifelessness, and yet joy. With Christmas and the New Year, St. Valentines' Day and the Winter Solstice, it was a very enjoyable season indeed.
At least, that's what most thought, but for one family that was not the case.
It was the night of the winter solstice, usually a time for celebration, and the head of the Hellsing family was dying.
"Nathan," Sir Christopher Darian Hellsing said to his young son at his side. "I am dying. You are to become the next head of the Hellsing Organization, but not until you are of age."
"Why? You took command when you were fourteen!" Nathan protested, but his father silenced him.
"I want you to have at least some semblance of a normal life. I've done all I can to protect you from danger, Nathan, but now you have to do this on your own." The man clutched a hand to his bleeding side, and smiled. "My son, Nathan, when you are ready, you will take up the mantle as head of the oldest and strongest vampire combating organizations in the world. Don't let me down, and never, under any circumstances, let anyone outside this family know your last name. If you do, you and those close to you are sentenced to death."
Sir Christopher coughed, blood coming from his mouth. "My time on this earth is over, Nathan, do not let me down."
Tears welled up in Nathan's eyes as he saw the light leave his father's eyes. The man, who had shown such strength, yet being so gentle to his child, was gone.
In that moment, Nathan knew he was to be thrust into a battle he would never escape.
Four years later…
Yes, I have brought back Heir to Hellsing! This is just the Prologue, so please don't hurt me for it being so short! I'm posting this and the first chapter at once, so I won't get killed for not having the first chap up ;
~HikariHellion