June 29th, 1993
Dear Miss Sir Hellsing,
My name is Paulina. I'm 12...but I'll be 13 in August. You don't know me, 'cause we've never met, but I know a lil about you. You're the great lady that hunts vampires. Mum says I shouldn't write. She says you're just an "Urban myth". But I don't care.
I know its a little weird (did I spell that right?) for me to write you, since I'm only 12. But you're my hero. I've studied vampires for a long time. Yesterday Mr. Jevies came into Papa's shop. I'm not supposed to be in Papa's shop, because I'm so skinny and tiny, and my skirts get caught on things, and then Mum has to mend them. But I always like to be there when Mr. Jevies is, because he always brings me stories about vampires. Well, he tells me lots of stories, but the ones about vampires are my favorite. It's not that I like them or anything, but I like to not like them. Does that make sense? Anyway, Mr. Jevies came into Papa's shop and asked me if I'd ever heard about the Hellsing family. I hadn't, so he told me all about how you're a lady knight and you fight the undead. He says that you have a sword, too. I don't know anyone with a sword...most people around here only have bats and golf clubs and stuff, 'cause most folks can't afford guns. Papa has a gun, but its real old and usta belong to grampa. A gun ain't half as cool as a sword, though.
After Mr. Jevies left, I got to thinking. When I grow up, I want to work for you. It ain't that far off...only another 5 years. I'm pretty tough, for a girl. I have to be. I got 3 older brothers, and they don't cut me no slack at all. So maybe if I work real hard, I can come and be part of your orginizasion. You wouldn't mind, right? Because you're a girl. So you know that girls can do it.
Oh, by the way, I forgot to ask, an' I don't want to write the letter over, but do you know Mr. Jevies? I'm just wonderin, 'cause he seemed to know a lot about you. Mum says that he's just making it all up for me, and that I shouldn't let him yank my leg like that. But I don't think Mr. Jevies would lie. Not about this, any way. I know he'd lie sometimes "cause he once told Timmy ( my brother) that he'd seen a baboon with a blue bottom, and that's just crazy. But Mr. Jevies sure does know a lot. So if he says that you're real, than I'm gonna believe him.
Mum's calling me now, cause I gotta help with the wash. You don't have to do the wash, do you, Miss Sir Hellsing? We have to do it by hand, because our old washing machine broke and we can't afford another one. Its okay, though, because it gives me time to think. Momma and I talk while we're washing to pass the time. We talk about all sorts of things. I told her I was gonna write you when we were doing it yesterday, and she says that I shouldn't get my hopes up, since Mr. Jevies was just repeating an urban myth. Even if you don't write back, though, I want to write you, 'cause I want to be like you. I got the address from Mr. Jevies, and the post office said it was a real place, so if it isn't Miss Sir Hellsing that's reading this, could you please reply and let me know? That way I can beat up Mr. Jevies next time he comes. It sure must be glamorous being rich. You probably even get to see the queen. Bet that's cool. I once went to London, and we saw the queen's car. We don't go to London much, since its an hour away, and Papa doesn't think we should go unless we absolutely have to.
Well, Mum's starting to get real upset, so I better go. I hope my writing doesn't bother you, or take up too much of your time.
Your biggest fan,
Paulina Chadwell
Integra held the letter in her hands for a moment longer, and then a faint smile crossed her lips. Wordlessly, the letter was folded back up and placed in a desk drawer, awaiting the companion letters that the 19-year-old knight hoped would follow.