Welcome to my latest fanfic. For a detailed summary of the events leading up to this fic, see my livejournal. (Go to my profile to find the url.) In short (or as short as I can make it) for those that don't want to find the url to my livejournal, Integra was born not to Arthur Hellsing, but Peter Hellsing, Richard's son. Arthur died the same way he did in Hellsing, but had no child so left the organization to Richard. Richard dies soon after gaining the family headship during a mission, leaving Hellsing in the hands of his son. Integra is treated poorly by her father (Peter) because her mother died of complications due to Integra's birth and Peter blames Integra. She's also treated badly because she's a girl and Peter wanted a son. Peter remarries when Integra is 5 and has a son named James. James is a shy kid and doesn't talk to Integra much so she thinks James hates her too. And Integra's stepmother hates Integra because she's Peter's first wife's daughter. So basically, Integra is hated and treated badly by everyone but Walter.
The story takes place when Integra is 12 (like in Hellsing) and James is 7. It will start out much like Hellsing, only with different characters and circumstances. It will also include all the aspects of the manga, like Millennium, the only differences being the characters and the way Integra grows up.
And of course, this fic will be AxI.
So, enjoy and please let me know what you think, like if this fic is too far out on a limb that I shouldn't even bother continuing. XD
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Integral Hellsing and her little brother James crawled through the air vents of the Hellsing manor. Integra led the way followed by her dirty-blonde haired, blue eyed, brother.
"Big sister, I'm scared." James whined from behind Integral.
Integra turned her head sharply and eyed her brother.
"Quiet." She said. "They'll hear you. Hurry up, we're almost there."
The two children could hear the voices of the vampires that were currently attacking the Hellsing manor. The siblings were in the air vents over their father's office and the vampire's voices floated up to them. How dare they rummage through top secret Hellsing files. Integra fumed. Damn vampires. There was one good thing that came out of this attack though. The vampires managed to kill off Carol Cottonworth, the pompous brown haired, green eyed, bitch that dared call herself Integra's step mother. As far as Integra was concerned, that woman was nothing but a mooching wench. She pretended to be nice to Integra in public to make herself look like a good mother, but inside the Hellsing manor the woman treated Integra no better than dirt on the bottoms of her expensive, tacky shoes.
Integra smirked, remembering the scream Carol let out before she died. Good riddance. Though James had different views. The boy was still crying behind Integra as they crawled, slowly and quietly now, through the air vents. They were headed toward the basement to find a place to hide. The lower levels of the manor were harder to get to. Unless you lived in the manor, the secret passageways to get to the basement were a bit tricky to find. Though vampires might have a little easier time locating one of the hidden stairways. Integra decided it was worth a try to hide in the basement, though, so led her brother to the air vents where they could navigate to the basement undetected, which is where they were now.
"It's dark..." James said quietly after a while.
"Of course it is." Integral snapped. "We're in the basement now."
The children crawled quickly until Integra found an air vent cover she could push out. She turned to her brother.
"You stay here."
"But..." James started to argue, but Integra cut him off.
"No buts." She said quickly. "Stay here and don't come out, no matter what you hear, got it?"
The boy looked like he was about to cry, but held back his sob and nodded, his lower lip quivering slightly.
Integra rolled her eyes. What a baby. She couldn't believe this whiner was related to her. She shook her head and gave her brother one last look before she kicked out the vent cover and jumped down, her long blue skirt fanning out as she dropped to the cold stone floor. Her eyes widened at the sight before her. She was in front of a large metal door. The door had a large symbol painted over it that looked very similar to a pentagram. Integra squinted in the dim light. No, it was a pentagram and somehow Integra had a feeling the dark red paint was not actually paint at all. She wondered what the person that did this was thinking. Why did they go through all the trouble of painting this over this particular door? Were they trying to protect something? No, a pentagram was used for sealing things Integra recalled. They were locking something away in this room.
Integra looked behind her to see if anyone was coming. Not seeing anyone, she slowly placed her hand on the door handle and pushed the door open. It creaked loudly and echoed down the hall behind Integra. The little light from the hall filtered into the room and as Integra walked in, she saw a lump laying in the center of the room leaning against the back wall. No, that wasn't just a lump. It was a body. A corpse to be exact. It was old and dried and had been sitting, strapped to the cold, moldy stone wall for who knows how long.
"What the...? If this is a joke, it's a rather poor one..." Integra muttered, walking up to the corpse.
She crouched near it to inspect it further when she heard a gun click behind her. She gasped and turned just in time to have a bullet graze her arm, blood splattering all over the corpse and the floor in front of it. Had she moved any later, the shot might have been fatal.
Integra grabbed her arm and grimaced, a small squeak of pain exiting her lips. She knelt on the floor and stared up at the vampires, terrified for the first time in her life. She was going to die. The vampire that shot her laughed and aimed his gun at her again, the cold barrel touching her forehead. Integra closed her eyes tightly, preparing for the shot when suddenly, everyone in the room froze. To Integra's right came the sound of slurping. She opened her eyes slowly and looked where the five vampires were staring and she gasped at the sight, her eyes widening. The corpse was alive. What was worse was that it was licking her blood off the floor. A vampire! What was a vampire doing in the Hellsing house? Great, she was still going to die, but now it would be by way of having her blood drained instead of being shot. Integra didn't know which was a better way to go.
The vampire glanced up and his deep red eyes glowed. He made a growling noise and then inhumanly fast he was upon the vampires. He tore them limb from limb, blood splattering everywhere. The vampire that was going to shoot Integra yelled and fired at the corpse turned vampire, only to have his arm ripped off moments later and his body flung across the room, the gun he was holding landing near Integra. The girl grabbed the gun and held it as the vampire that killed her attackers turned to her. His eyes had turned almost...soft? Integra blinked and her heart pounded in her chest as he walked toward her. Then, the unexpected happened. The vampire bowed to her on one knee.
"Have you sustained any injuries, Sir Hellsing?"
Integra blinked in surprise. She was rendered speechless. Did he just call her Sir Hellsing? That was her father's title, not hers.
"What is your bidding, my Master?" the vampire spoke again, this time looking her in the eyes.
"Ah..." Integra stammered and was about to speak, but was cut off by the vampire who's arm got torn off.
"No way! Hellsing will have no heir. That girl must die!"
The one armed vampire grabbed a gun laying on the floor and aimed it at Integra's head, firing quickly. Integra's eyes widened. Was she going to die after all? Suddenly the vampire that called her Master threw his arm out in front of her, stopping the bullet before it hit her.
"Quiet, scum." he said as the bullet lodged itself in his arm. "You dare attack this house? Fool."
Integra glared at the one armed vampire shaking across the room from her. She lifted up the pistol she had been gripping and aimed at him, using the arm of the vampire that protected her as leverage to keep her shaking hands from missing her target.
"What's your name?" Integra asked as she pulled back the hammer of the gun.
"Alucard. That's what my previous Master called me."
And then she pulled the trigger, hitting the worthless vampire across the room right between the eyes. In the back of her mind she was surprised. She hadn't known she had such good accuracy with a gun.
The vampires that had tried to kill her and her brother were all dead and Integra let out a sigh of relief. Alucard lowered his arm and Integra's arms dropped in front of her, still gripping the gun tightly.
"I don't think you need that gun anymore, Master." Alucard said as he gently took the gun out of Integra's grasp.
Integra turned to him, like she had almost forgotten he was there.
"Why did you help me?" She asked quietly. "Rather, why do you keep calling me Master?"
Alucard smirked, showing off a large pearly fang.
"We'll save that for another time."
His eyes darted to Integra's bleeding arm.
"First, I think we should tend to that wound."
Integra blinked, and looked at her arm. That's right. She had been grazed by a bullet. That's why her arm stung. She forgot in the chaos that ensued after she received the wound. She winced as she suddenly felt Alucard fingers lightly brush the deep cut. She was starting to feel faint from loss of blood, but shook her head and tried to stand and move away from the vampire.
"Stay away from my arm, vampire." She said with as much authority as she could muster.
"Now now Master." Alucard said, still grinning. "I can clean that up for you in mere seconds. It would take too long for a doctor to arrive. By then you'd have lost too much blood. Let me fix it up for you."
Alucard unconsciously licked his lips and Integra grimaced. As much as she hated it, he was right. She was already feeling woozy and she didn't know how long she could hold out for a doctor.
"Very well." She sighed. "But only clean it. Don't take anymore blood from the wound."
Alucard nodded and descended upon her arm. Integra was prepared for pain, but surprisingly the vampire was gentle. Sure it was gross having a vampire lick your arm. It kind of reminded her of when a mother cat cleans off her kittens, not that it helped make the situation any less awkward or gross.
In less than a minute Alucard pulled reluctantly away, the wound cleaned and partially healed over so that the bleeding stopped.
"Your blood is delicious." Was all he said as he helped Integra stand and help her out of the room.
The way he said it sent chills down Integra's spine. She'd have to watch her back, but she would let this vampire stay here until Walter and her father returned from Rome. Then she would be asking Walter a lot of questions. Had he known about this vampire in the basement? It hurt Integra's head to think though, so she stopped wondering about those things and just concentrated on walking with the help of Alucard. Integra couldn't believe it. She was being helped by a vampire.
Things were going to be very strange around the Hellsing house. Very strange indeed.