Anime: HELLSING

Rating: PG-13 ( Really...if you're okay with reading nudity you're fine. )

Disclaimer: The wonderful and talented artist Kouta Hirano owns all rights to Hellsing. Not me, I only own the plot of this story.

Reason: Well...actually I love to write but I am so busy so I don't really get to very much. However, I am out of work due to an injury that could possibly need surgery..so no worries on me stopping this story suddenly. But I can't do anything physically strenuous so I thought...why don't I write a story; and thus you have this.

An Ivory Lily

Chapter one: Exposition

' Seras Victoria.'

They are soft; like whispers. He says my name thousands of times in the night, when I am hunting down ghouls or vampires. He screams them in my dreams and quietly says to me, ' How much longer?'

I don't really think it's him. I think it is myself, and all my doubts and fears. I so want him to address me by my name, give me some respect. I want to earn his respect. At what cost?

Everything. I would lose everything for that one thing. I personally don't think it's worth it. But whenever he gives me that look, like I am pathetic...weak and lowly vampire, I want to scream and cry and hurt him just to prove him wrong. But that wouldn't really prove him wrong, he would probably laugh and tell me that I am going through P.M.S.

Another day...another evening. And yet another blood pack. I might as well return the blood to it's owner. All i've been doing is flushing it down the toilet, it is such a waste.

Disheartened and cunfused about everything, I turn and flush the blood down the toilet. A mental throb hits my temple as my Master chastises me. I do not want to listen to him anymore.

I hate him.

I do...I really do.

What happened to me?

I ask myself this everyday as I look in the mirror. Blonde hair, blue eyes with a red trim. Pale as the moonlight...and overall thouroughly disgusting. My eyes droop from the lack of food. My hair is mangled from the tossing and turning in that bloody coffin.

Where did I go? Seras Victoria. Miss Police WOMAN, Miss look ten years ahead, Miss Responible.

I turn away from the mirror and clothe myself in my normal garb. Comb my hair and walk out the door.

' Why didn't you drink the blood?' It isn't a question. It's a challenge.

His cold hard voice reverberates in my skull, pushing the tears forward and causing the pain to exponentially explode in a frenzy.

I clench my fists together. I shouldn't have done it, I should have kept my mouth shut. If I had known the consequences...I never would have...

" I hate you."

I opened my eyes and continued on down the hallway. He heard me, I hurt him, and he hated me for it. I don't care. I don't care anymore.

I said it again.

" I hate you."

____________________________________________________________________________________________To be continued in chapter two: Beginnings and Ends.

There will be much more explaining Seras' transition from what she was to who she is now.

Thank you all for reading!