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Classification: Donor number 183966693038

Human Name: Seras Victoria

Parents: Deceased

Mate: None

Children: None

Blood type: A+

Status: Virgin

Chapter 1

I walked to my cell, the dark corridor leading through a dank bleak dirty hallway. I could hear a distant drip echoing off the walls, but the smell of blood stank out the place. Although that smell was everywhere, you get used to it after a while. I joined back in with the rest of the prisoners; all wore similar dirty brown rags of clothing both male a female walked along single file, I joined in. Blending in, looking just the same as these pathetic people. Their faces all forlorn and lost of hope, but I was different, as I trudged along after them, I was different. I still had hope. A tiny window let in the tiniest ray of moonlight, even though I had passed the window countless times I looked up. My dirty scruffy short blond hair moving suddenly, I looked up at the moonlight. I had never seen the sun, never felt the warmth on my skin. I had heard the others talk about the sun, although it seemed too good to be true. Lighting up the day, you can see where your going at all times, no menacing shadows blocking your path. It sounded like heaven…But I was down here as punishment, punishment not because of something I did, but something my parents did. I never found out from anyone who they were or what they did. But I was suffering for it…

I stopped from the steady line and reached out to my cell door. The iron handle was freezing cold and unwelcoming, as it always had been. But it was familiar to me, so I twisted the handle, just as I had done this same routine my entire life, from being a young child so meek and frightened, but that was merely a memory, I was numb.

I entered my cell, shutting the rusty iron door with a great clang, which echoed around my whole room. I looked upon my whole world, an empty cell. Just big enough for one person, filled with four cold bleak grey walls and a bed, with steal bars and a yellow mattress. The room was cold as usual, but the yellowing folded up duvet and pillow atop it always kept me warm. I sat down on my bed, the mattress creaking with my weight. I hated this place, I wanted to get out. To see the sun. To be warm. But I looked up to the mirror, I saw myself, the mirror was cracked and half of it had faded with layers of dust. But I saw half of my faces clearly. My bright blue eyes were the only thing that reminded me of what I was like as a child. Running, afraid. I clenched my fist in anger, grinding my teeth. I would love to get my revenge…I hated him…I leaned back against my wall. Rubbing my nose of an itch as I shut my eyes.

I heard something…voices. I opened my eyes. Yes, definitely voices. But where? No guards would be around by now. It was light's out. But then something else appeared with the voices, the sound of shovels. At that moment I picked up where the voices were coming from, from the wall! I got up from my bed and back away from the wall. Sure enough loose chips started to fall and soon bricks with them. Dust erupted form the hole and I had to cover my face with a brown dirty sleeve. Once the dust had settled I saw what had appeared in my room, two men in some sort of green gear were coming out of the hole. They looked young, early twenties, clean complexion apart from brick dust and a colourful rosy face. I've never seen anyone with such colour. The two men smiled at me, slightly nervous.

"You sure this is the one?" One spoke to the other, "She looks like them." The second man elbowed him in the stomach. I realised my mouth was open in shock and so I closed it.

"Excuse…" I began. But the second man continued.

"Haven't you heard of this place. She looks better then most I'd say, some are so skinny and pale they look dead. She's just pale and filthy. Not bad all things considering."

"Hey!" I shouted. The two men stopped talking and looked at me. "What do you two want?" The second man coughed and held out his hand. I stared at it for a while wondering what he wanted, before he glanced at his comrade and let it fall.

"We are the representatives of Sir Hellsing. She requests your presence if you'd like to come with us." The man bowed before pushing man number one back into te tunnel. The man reached forward tentatively and grabbed my hand, then he began to pull me toward the tunnel. At first I pulled back…but then I thought 'What the hell.' And let him lead me into the darkness of the tunnel. The first man was crouched by the entrance and was setting up some kind of machinery. He saw me looking and winked.

"When those suckers come looking in 'ere they'll sure get a 'big' surprise." The machine looked like some kind clock…as if a timer on some sort of box. A bomb! He was setting up a bomb!

"But what about the others!" I said and tried to go back. But as I tried to turn around I felt a sudden pain on the back of my head, before the world turned black and I fell unconscious.

"Seras…Seras, are you alright?" I was starting to wake up. I heard a strange voice beside me…a woman's voice. My eyes still drooping I tried to raise my arm to rub them, but I found I couldn't. I immediately woke up due to panic and shock. My eyes wide I realised I was sat on a chair, I was bound with rope so I couldn't move my legs or arms! "Seras?" That woman's voice again, I looked at the source of the voice and saw a woman around her late twenties early thirties looking back at me. She had pale blond hair and a stern face, with bright blue eyes behind a pair of glasses, she wore a very expensive looking suit. A cigar hanging out the corner of her mouth, the smoke rising in the air.

(Three guesses who this is…)

She was sat on the on a chair so her head was leaning on the back of he chair. "Are you alright now?" I glanced around the room, a small room although lavished with expensive looking furniture. Not quite able to speak yet I nodded. The woman smiled and took out her cigar to speak.

"Walter, get Miss Seras out of those ropes. We are more civilised then that." I looked around for who she spoke of, sure enough a man came towards me. He was an old man, possibly early fifties. Wearing Butler clothes and a glass monocle over one eye. His black hair pulled back behind his head.

"Yes, Integra." The man spoke.

So that's her name. Integra. The name sounded strangely familiar, although I can't remember ever hearing that name before. The man disappeared behind me and I felt the ropes become slack, dropping from me and onto the floor. I stared at both of their faces, they had such colourful complexions. This world felt strange to me, I had never seen sun-dwellers before. And here they were, right in front of me.

"Is something wrong?" Integra spoke, when I had stared too long. At that I looked back to the carpeted floor.

"No…" I replied.

"Good then we need to get you out of those filthy rags and into decent clothes." Integra said. Rubbing her hands together. "Walter, she looks about my size, get a shirt and jeans from my wardrobe. But not before she takes a bath and get the maid to check her hair for fleas. I don't want to think what's in that foul place." At that Walter zipped out of the door and was gone. Integra looked back at me. "I suppose you'll want to know why you are here." She placed her cigar back in her mouth. "Well you are now in my house, in the north of England, very close to free Scotland. There are very few places that the vampires don't control…" She sighed. "My family is a family of Vampire slayers…look where we are right now…But, that's where you come in. But I think you need to be prepared for what I'm about to ask you. I'll let you get cleaned up first." I let her help me up and she near enough dragged me to the door and gave me to the guards. The two men helped me away, what was going on? And what did it have to do with me?

"That's much better!" Integra said. A smile gracing her lips. Walter nodded beside her. Granted they were right, we were now back in that same room, the chair I was sat on was gone. Replaced by a new one. Integra was sat on the same one as before. I couldn't remember the last time I wore underwear…my was it a relief! I still looked pale as death, the people helping me made sure I knew…but I felt miles better. I was clad in a black t-shirt and matching black jeans, with simple trainers. My hair was clean and smelled of shampoo. In fact my whole body smelled of shampoo. I stood there as if on parade, I clamped my hands together. "Right no that's taken care of, down to business. Two comfy looking chairs were pulled together by Walter. Integra sat down in one and gestured for me to sit in the other. I sat down and was surprised by how comfy it was, more comfortable then my old bed. "Right we have been trying to fight these filthy freaks since they took over. But nothing works, humans are either en-slaved or have been forced to leave their land their fathers and mothers grew up on. I myself included. Now on the surface I am a wealthy human trying to bargain with the vampires and live a life out here. But really I lead the secret Hellsing organization, who oppose Vampires in their entirety. But sadly we are losing this fight. In fact I worked with your parents…" My ears perked up at that.

"My parents?!" I shouted.

"…yes. I knew them quite well; they would do anything if it meant to get rid of the vampire scum from the face of the planet."

"…anything…" I mumbled. I wished to know more about my parents, but I didn't want to ask.

"We have come up with, we hope, a strategy to beat them. The only way to kill a vampire is with a vampire." I looked back up.

"As in capture one?" I asked. She shook her head.

"Impossible, no vampire would betray Alucard."

"Who?" I asked. Who was he on about? But Integra and Walter both looked shocked.

"Erm…don't worry about it. I'll get back to him. Anyway, we came up with the idea of making one of our own into a vampire…" Alarm bells rang in my head…I really didn't like where this conversation was leading. "But that wouldn't work either as we would all be recognised as Sun-dwellers. So that's where you come in Seras." I flinched as she said my name. "You are a night-dweller, a slave, living in a dungeon for the crimes your parents did against Alucard. You hate them as much as us don't you Seras." My fists were clenched in anger. In my anger I stood up from my chair, Walter stood closer to Integra's side.

"What, you think that just because you knew my parents you think you can use me? No, I'm not doing anything for you! Let me go!" I began to walk out the door.

"Where will you go?" I stopped at the door. "Do you know how your parents died? You were only a little girl of four at the time." With tears now streaming down my cheeks I stayed but didn't turn around, I didn't want them to see me weak.

"W-what?" My voice cracked. I hoped they wouldn't notice. Integra sighed.

"They were attacked at night where they lived. In a little house close to here. We didn't know until it was too late. Someone had blabbed…" I turned around now, not hiding my tears. "When we got there the place was destroyed, your father was torn to shreds and smeared on the walls and your mother…well…there was evidence of rape, torture until they left her to die, bleeding slowly to die on a cross. Crucified…although we hardly recognised what was left when we got there."

"Enough! Stop it!" I cried… hiccupping with fits of tears never cried when I was little. " We couldn't find you and thought you had suffered a similar fate." I sat down on the floor… "In fact we didn't know you were alive until recently…I'm…I'm sorry." It was beyond belief…yet I somehow knew it was true…echoes of memories long buried were surfacing.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked, I didn't care about my life anymore….I hated them, I hated them all! Integra looked back to me sat on the floor. Even Walter looked don on me apologetically.

"I don't even know if I can ask you now…."

"What do you want me to do?" I repeated, my voice stern and devoid of emotion. "Please, tell me. I don't care about my life, not before, not now."

"Ok…like I said before our best weapon would be a vampire. So we need someone willing to become one. Would you do it?" Integra asked. A sad look in her eyes. I stared at her; an uncomfortable silence filled the room,

"So you're asking me to die? Good that's how I want it." I stood up from the floor.

"Wait, there's more. We can't just make you a vampire from any of those bastards…it has to be their King. Alucard. That's the only way you'll be powerful enough to face them." I sat back down on my chair.

"How..?" But Integra smile returned.

"Don't worry, that is all taken care of….Cigar?" Integra offered me a cigar from her box. I didn't smoke but I picked one up.

"What the hell, not like this is gonna kill me is it?" I laughed. So did Integra and Walter, but the room was very tense, Integra lit it and I tried it out. Choking as I did so.

"Hah, not to your taste is it?" She joked. But I got up, the sun was just beginning to appear on the horizon.

"Do you mind if I see the sun?" I asked.

"What? …oh sure."

AN:Ok hope you liked that. The idea for this just kinda stuck in my head and I had to get it down. Hopefully chapter 2 will be done next week.