This is a story idea I had when I first sat down. I had three story plots that occurred to me and seeing as I already had 2 Naruto plot lines I decided I could only add one more story and that everything else would just have to be put on hold until later after a story was finished. So I picked the Hellsing story which I now call 'Submit to me' and wrote it. I decided I didn't want the other two ideas to fall into a black hole in my head and I also have major writers block. My trick to fix writers block is to write a completely different story, a one-shot will do, and it seems to do the trick nicely. I'll be able to write again. The reason I picked this particular plot line is that I was wondering that when I finish other stories if you guys would want me to continue this? The setting is in the 1700's. There is some major AU going on here with the fact that there will be no mina/bram stoker story going on. Dracula never goes to London to find mina. But if I keep talking ill give a spoiler. Just read and tell me what you think.

Full summery:

After being taken to Romania for her father's archeological dig when she was five as far back as she can remember Seras has had an imaginary friend with red eyes and black hair, even after returning to England. Now 18 and fleeing for her life she knows that friend isn't imaginary and he is after her.

One-shot. I will possibly continue.

-He will knock four times

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She ran fast and swiftly her buckskin clad feet thudding relentlessly on the dirt path before her. Tree trunks and bushes rustle past and she moved at frantic paces trying to flee the coming evil that had haunted her for the past year. Her form was hidden by a full length black cloak which the hood was lowered over her face and only her pale pink mouth could be seen with her pale skin surrounding it. The cloak was shabby, ragged and muddy, clear signs of long use and it was tattered with what looked to be blood stains. A clinking noise at her side revealed to be a long silver sheath of that of a silver cross sword. Her breath came in heaving gasps and cold shivers of sweat rolled off of her person. Her legs burned an ached at the exertion which she was placing herself under. Her tiny arms pumped back and forth as she forced herself to keep moving. Her lungs were fire and she felt compressed as she desperately heaved in air. Her mouth was dry and every part of her body was dry, tired, burning and exhausted with aching muscles. She had been running for two hours now and she was really starting to slow down now. Her body screamed for her stop but she pushed on in agreement with her mind which shrieked for her to keep fleeing, keep running, keep breathing and stay alive.

The moonless night around her had already caused her to trip twice costing her valuable time she had gained. Bushes she whipped past in her hurry cut into her skin and burned like wildfire. Suddenly when it seemed she could no longer run a chilling howl broke into the night that sent shivers down her spine and fearful tears to prick at her eyes. Abject desperation clawed its way into her weary soul and she felt more fear than she had felt in months. She knew who that howl belonged to. She forced herself to run faster. The howl had come from somewhere so close by, closer than the monster had gotten to her in months. Desperately the woman used the trees to help keep her going and propel her forward. Her mind screamed danger and death.

The foul beast had been pursuing her for a year now. She had escaped but he kept coming. Everywhere she would go, no matter what she did, no matter where she went or hid, no matter how many times she changed her name or covered her looks he came for her. He always came for her. He never stopped. He had vowed to never stop coming for her. And she always ran. Why did he haunt her so?

As if to mock her for her thoughts the monster spoke into her mind again, malice intertwined with amusement as he wrenched hope from her heart.

Seras... Seras… Seras I'm coming for you. Why do you run? You know I will catch you anyways. I will get you. You are mine Seras.

Tears of despair and terror started streaming down her face as she ran faster and no longer able to contain herself she shrieked while running. "NO! LEAVE ME ALONE! Why won't you leave me alone? What do you want with me?" There was no response to her cry other than the mocking laughter that resounded into her mind, laughter that was not her own and she heard a second howl it was even closer this time. He didn't need to howl, he just was doing it to torment her and let her know that he was that much closer to catching her.

Seras could barley see as it was because of the darkness of the night and the tears were not helping any, so wiping them away before she tripped a third time Seras continued to fly over the pebble strewn path.

Everything had gone all wrong. She had managed to evade him so far all this time. For once Seras had been sure she had managed to hide where he couldn't find her. How had he found her? She had been living in that town among the slums of the gypsy folk and had even bought and an elaborate costume to hide herself as a boy. She had convinced everyone that she was just a girly faced boy for a month. Seras considered her lucky that she had managed to be able to stay in one place for so long. Of course that all changed one night when she had heard the rumors of a man killed by being drained alive. She had fled the city on horseback that very night and he had followed close behind like always.

She had always been able to predict what he was coming and to run but he had managed to sneak up on her and now he was closer than he had been in months. That was three days ago and her horse had been killed during that night when he had actually gotten close enough to look her in the eye. Now she was on foot desperately fleeing the evil wraith that terrorized her life and had become part of the only three constant beings left in her life: Him, fear and the never ending running.

Just as it seemed her body could no longer transverse any more land and she heard the beast shout in triumph as he felt her exhaustion Seras burst into a clearing. Wild eyed and still running Seras spotted something that made hope swell within her. A church standing no more that fifty feet from her, a church, safety, a church with lights on. Running faster forwards putting every last ounce of speed she had on Seras flung herself forward. She smiled inwardly when she heard the angry snarling of the beast. He knew he wouldn't be able to get her in there. Finally reaching the oak doors Seras raised both black cloaked arms and made firm fists. Smashing them over the door again and again she desperately screamed

"Sanctuary!" Her voice was shrieking the word and she pleaded again continuously hitting the door frantically. He please for help was disrupted by her gasps of breath but she forced herself to cry loudly her need. "For gods sakes I seek sanctuary! Please! I need asylum! Anyone! Someone! I seek sanctuary within the church! If anyone has an ounce of mercy I need sanctuary!" her fists her getting heavily bruised as she massed them against the weathered oak doors again and again. She heard him closer than before. Her tears streamed faster. Why wasn't anyone coming? Couldn't they hear her screaming for help?

Seras heard footsteps coming from within the church and she felt relief. She was saved. At least that what she thought until she heard another howl. She heard him closer than before. She could hear his padding feet. Desperately looking behind her she saw the wolverine beast shoot straight into the clearing jet black fur bristled and monstrous openmouthed jaws that looked like a grin. Seras screamed in terror as the creature ran forwards towards its prize all six burning ruby iridescent auburn eyes fixed on her. More frantic than before she beat her hands on the door again and sobbed tears of panic and despair "Sanctuary! Please in the name that all is righteous I seek sanctuary!"

The monster just laughed at her helplessness as he padded forward and triumphantly proclaimed into her head, a gleeful note to it:

I've found you little one. MINE!

"NO!" Seras screamed in reply and she started crying again. He laughed and a gleeful YES in reply. Seras pounded all the harder on the door as her vision was blocked by hot tears and she sobbed out her pleas for sanctuary. Her knuckles were starting to bleed and her hands were sore and purple from her abuse on the wood frame before her. Time seemed to slow down for Seras in that moment of fear and desperation with the maddened demon running at her.

The aberration was fifty feet away its mouth open in a mock version of a grin, tongue lolling. Seras could hear the locks on the wooden door being unlocked.

The livid wolf was forty feet away and it growled that help was coming for the girl. The door was being opened much to slow for Seras as she listened to the man tell her to stop screaming.

The monster was getting enraged at his prize getting away. He was only thirty feet away. Seras was urgently wrenching the door open tears streaking down her small beautiful face staining it.

The monster was twenty feet away and started going faster. Seras immediately flung herself to the cold stone floor within the church shuddering for air.

The monster was fifteen feet away and snarling angrily. The priest tried to see what all the fuss was about and Seras began frantically screaming for the male priest to close the door.

The monster was ten feet away. So close. The priest saw the charging wolf; his eyes widened and he was pulling the door closed panic on his face.

Five feet and the massive doors were past halfway closed. The wolf howled in triumph thinking it would be open enough and Seras cried out in hopelessness.

Monster was three feet away. The oak door was almost closed with just a small sliver left as the priest pulled harder.

One. A great crash as the beast bashed into the now closed doors and the wooden post was put back into place locking the door.

A great snarling was heard as the door creaked under the great beast's weight. Displeasure at loosing his pray was clear and he smashed into the door again and again. It went on for minutes until the sky shining through the windows started lightening. Dawn was coming fast. The banging stopped. Finally all seemed quiet.

Seras then heard his voice in her head again, his tone was displeased. You have escaped me for now little one but remember that you are mine Seras Victoria. You belong to me. You will always belong to me. I will catch you. You are mine. Never forget that. MINE. With that final darkened tone in his voice having delivered his warning, his self-proclaimed decree, the monsters voice faded away.

Safe. She was… safe now? Seras couldn't believe it but for the first time in months she was truly safe. For now. She had escaped. Despite being slower, weaker, limited in her kind; despite being human she had escaped.

It was no sooner than that then finally the stresses of three days of whirling emotions, desperation, desolation, exhaustion, pain, fear and constant running took over and Seras fainted. Her short blonde hair spilling out of the blackened hood she wore. Blessed blackness taking over her Seras heard his voice ring through her mind again as he spoke with that possessive tone of his.

Mine.