Chapter 1

Demons

A/N: Finally my poll winning story makes an appearance!!! Anyone with anything nasty or rude to say can suck my dick because I ain't changing a damn thing!! Enjoy!!!!


Our Dearest Ana,

If you are reading this, your mother and I are no longer with you. This letter is our apology, our apology for lying to you for the past twenty-three years of your life. Illiana, you are not the sweet little human girl you grew up as, you are our sweet little angel of the night. You were created for a purpose, to kill the demon hidden within the bowels of Hellsing, and tip the scale in an upcoming war. Your mother and I decided that your purpose should be your decision. I never wanted to see my baby girl fight in a war, but you must, and you may choose your side. Good luck Illiana, we love you, always.

Illiana Blackwell's parents left that letter for her after their gruesome death only a month ago. Growing up in London, twenty-three year old Illiana was very aware of the creatures that took her parents; she just wasn't braced for being one of them.

She looked up from the note and peered through the Hellsing gates, rusted and worn. The snow fell silently as she reached into her pocket to grip the gold dagger there, as if making sure it was still in its place.

A creak split the cold air as she pushed open the gates and she could almost see the soldiers of Hellsing moving about their home. Soldiers who seemed to die right along with their leader.

Some think the great Integra Hellsing was poisoned; others think she worked herself to death. But all know that with the fall of Hellsing, the vampires disappeared. So it was a great shock to the queen when they reappeared, and took Illiana's parents.

The halls of the great stone building were dark and damp; holes in the ceiling let the snow fall through and made it colder inside than out.

As she reached the door to her goal she took a deep breath, readying her self before pushing it open. "Get her!"

Illiana felt herself fall almost weightlessly down the stairs before she crashed into a firm chest. She whimpered only a little as she pulled the dagger out her side that stabbed her when she fell.

"Is she dead?"

"No. I can smell her, her blood is still warm."

"Then get down there and kill her!"

"Yes sir."

Illiana struggled, trying to stand and hide. She froze solid as arms wrapped around her waist, "Ah ah, don't move."

Her breath became heavy as she looked up. The face that loomed above her was handsome but dead. The skin was deathly pale and eyes were blood red, white hair tickled her face as he lay her on her back. She whimpered as his cold hands grabbed the end of her bloodied white sweater.

"Shh. My first drink from a freak?" he smirked, "I guess you'll do."

He lifted the sweater and stopped just under her breasts. Her hand flew into his hair as he slowly dragged his tongue along her bloody flesh. When he stopped she looked at him. His hair was going black from root to tip as if someone had poured ink over his head.

"Where the hell is she!"

"We're still looking sir! But we heard voices. Someone is down here with her!"

"Then kill them both!"

Alucard looked down at the quivering woman on the floor. She still held the ends of his hair in her hands. Her violet eyes were cloudy and her dark hair was stained with blood, "What do you want me to do?"

Illiana trained her eyes on him, the violet orbs flashed red, "Kill them."

He grinned wide, "If that's what you want...Mina."


"Mina!"

A dark chuckle erupted through dark air of the graveyard, "She's gone Count. Long gone from here."

"Give her to me!"

"I will not! Never will I hand over anything to you!" a hand raised up, bringing down a dagger into his chest, "And I don't care how bad you bloody want it!"

The vampire cried out, falling back against the stone of a grave marker. He looked up to see a cross being held before his face, "She will never be yours count. She is a child of God, an Angel! Never will she be paired with a child of the devil, never!"

"…Mina…"

"Do not call her name."

"Mina…"

"I said do not! For generations you will follow by the orders of my children! Her children!"

"Mina!"

"The Hellsing family will own you and you will never be free."

"MINA!"

"So it is commanded by the Arc Angel Gabrielle! And by God!"