This is a Story written by myself, Tari. I wrote this several years ago at the beginning of my Hellsing fandom and immediately loved the majesty of the Iscariot. This story was started, but never continued because life is just too busy these days, and I can never get characters that aren't mine to be properly in-character.

Yes, this was Self-insertion when I first wrote it, but I am no longer Joanna, nor have I ever truly been Joanna. Of course, I know Joanna better than anyone else at the moment... but if all goes well, you will come to know her as I know her. If I ever finish the story.

There are currently four chapters of this story, and they will be uploaded when I there will be too long of a break between Hellish Scones and Cheesecake Heaven Chapters.

All characters are fictional, and very few belong to me. The characters that are property of Hirano are his, taking for granted that any member of Iscariot except those that do not appear in the regularly scheduled series henceforth belong to him, and I claim no rights to them under any circumstance whatsoever. However, any characters that are not property of anyone else are property of myself and whatever names or insignias I choose to use. Thus, all characters are credited to their owners, even if they are not officially mentioned at any part in the story.

On with the story!

: Iscariot Journals :

:†: Joanna :†:

: Chapter 1 :

"AARG!" he screamed, "MY NUB! YOU BRUK MY NUB!"

"No I didn't, now give it back before I really do break your nose" I retorted, "And take back what you said about my parents, or you'll be in even more pain than you are now!"

"Now what seems to be the problem here?"

We all turned around and gasped, "Father!"

"Father! She attacked me for no reason, make her stop!"

"Is this true?" he looked at me, I was in deep trouble now.

"Yes, father. But he stole my necklace and insulted my family!" I looked up at him, "I can't stand by and let him tarnish my family name!"

"I see, have you been off insulting people then young lad?" he looked at Jonathan with one of 'those' looks, the ones that can make you feel incredibly guilty at any moment, "and what's this you stole? A necklace? You'll never get into heaven like that boy," He looked at me "And you wont either if you continue to bloody people up like that." I quickly hid a grin as he continued, "Now give back what you stole before I send you to the headmistress."

"Yes father," he hung his head, and handed over my necklace. It was a teardrop pearl outlined in little rubies, it was one of the last possessions I had left and I had to steal it in order to keep it. It was a gift from my great-grandmother before my parents where murdered. I quickly put it around my neck and held onto it, as if it could dissolve at any moment.

"Now off with you boys, and miss I would like a word with you." He said, turning to me.

Oh joy, about time for a lecture. I had good grades, but I had violent tendencies. That and I was stubborn, which drove my teacher's nuts. I was usually right in the first place though, and they hate being proved wrong. So of course I was constantly getting lectured about arguing with superiors, and how just because I was smart wasn't a reason to mouth off. The thing is, I'm not smart. I'm clever, probably too clever for my own good.

"Yes father?"

"You shouldn't be fighting with others young lady, you'll get yourself into loads of trouble. Stick to your studies alright?"

Bigger men than him had told me that…. Wait…. He IS tall. Never mind.

"Yes father, I will, but I take pride in my family and I have a hard time taking anyone sullying my name."

"And what be your name little miss?"

I smiled a little; this father was nice enough "Joanna O'Neill"

"O'Neill? Really now? My, I heard what happened to your parents. Was quite unfortunate."

"You know what happened?" I looked at him in awe, "Could you tell me? No one has said anything to me," its true, no one had said anything; they probably hadn't thought I was old enough or something like that to handle it… But I have to know, I need to know.

"The died under unfortunate circumstances," he looked down at me, "They fought most brilliantly against demons."

"Demons?"

"Ghouls, vampire victims. The held them off for as long as they could, just to get you to safety."

I was silent for a while; they fought the undead back to save me? All I was able to find out was that it was a mass murder, but to know that they where feasted upon was… The memories of 'the' night where shaky. All I really remember is masses of shadowy figures and a smell, the smell of rotting… bodies. And screaming, lots of screaming everywhere, my family's and mine.

"Although they're gone from this world they're in a better place, up above watching over us all." He said and kissed his cross, "God is not without mercy for those who pray."

I nodded and held back a tear; I do miss them, truly and deeply. "Did you know my parents?" I asked,

"I met your father a few times, he was a very brave man. He's the one who had me carry you out of there."

I looked up at him again, "You did?"

He nodded, I looked at him in awe, he made it out? But how could he have made it out? Everyone was dead…

"That's a mighty pretty necklace, where did you get that?"

"It was a gift from my great-grandmother, she died about five years ago." I said as I fumbled the chain, I was wearing it on 'the' night, so they of course had taken it away to pay for the orphanage and boarding school, like hell I was going to sit around and let them peel away the last of my memories.

"That's unfortunate, so you don't have any family left here" He smiled a strange, overly pleasant smile.

"No, I guess I don't anymore," I smiled back, I like this guy. He rules, plus he saved my life. It's hard not to like a guy who saved your life at least once.

He walked me back to the main building where the dormitories are, I said goodnight and thanked him again for his kind words and for telling me the truth. But I was a little put off at his goodbye,

I hate detention.