Chapter One: A Rude Awakening
She knew not the hour when she finally began to stir from the darkness that had taken her. Her head was throbbing. Her curvascious body wracked with pain. Hints of scarlet from what once were open wounds caked on her right cheekbone as well as the left side of her rib cage. The taste of copper lingered upon her lips which brought her sky blue eyes to widen in terror for but a brief moment as she recalled the events in which had brought her to the dank emptiness that surrounded her.
"Bloody Iscariot lap dogs!" She hissed spitting some of the bitter copper tasting fluid out of her mouth. Blood spattered on the floor from the siliva in which sprayed forth from the blonde young woman's lips. Her wrists jerked only for a sharp pain to course throughout her entire body. A laugh, low and almost inaudible fell upon her ears not a moment later as the faint outline of a man become visible from within the darkness.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. The divine power of God binds those who are unholy, damning them to eternal condemnation. Amen!" The words that fell on her ears were ones of distinct familiarity. Ones in which brought her bound hands to clench tightly into small fists. She had not need to utter the vile excuse of a man's name, for it was one in which was known well by those serving the Hellsing Organization...Paladin Alexander Anderson. The Iscariot Father in her eyes, was not more than a crazed hooligan working for what she had come to know as a twisted and corrupt organization...or put simply, a cult. In the short time Seras had come to become a part of the Hellsing Organization Anderson had issued two surprise attacks on herself and her master, not to mention attempted to abduct Sir Integra. All of which had ended bitterly for the paladin. Seras' pale sapphire eyes narrowed as he approached her.
His footsteps were slow, almost cat like. His emerald green spheres were boring into hers, a faint glimmer lingered within their jewel like depths that was almost dangerous, even mischievous making the paladin's intentions unreadable.
"Where...where are we?" The bleak shadows of which engulfed her and the enemy was nearly impenetrable. Vague silhouettes of large archways made it known unto her that the empty structure in which they stood was underground. The faint silver rays of silken luster defined age. Wherever the two of them were, be it a crypt or abandoned subway station, no one was present. The lingered not even the smallest stirring of life. It was just the two of them alone, within the secluded passage ways. The paladin however gave no answer. His only response was to flash her a rather menacing smile.
"The wages of sin is death." Anderson smirked. His wide jade eyes sparkling as he spoke. The look in them made Seras uneasy and increased her desire to be free from the sacred
articles which pinned her to the wall. "The children of God are called to purge the world of wickedness, that would include the abomination of dogs that serve unto a protestant
whore."To this the large azure eyed blonde responded with a glare. "First I shall purify your soul. The body in which shall be presented onto the heavens shall be that having only one master. The devil shall no longer indulge himself in your beauty. For yours shall be purified by being claimed by one who is of God before you are brought back to the salt from which you came."
"Bastard!" Seras hissed. Her slender wrists jerking against their restraints only for a soft cry to emit from her lips as her soft blue eyes took on a crimson hue. Their once lustrous sapphire, jewel like hues becoming that of a flamboyant scarlet, tainted blood red like that of a ruby. Her heart would have throbbed within her breast were she considered still one of the living as the paladin came to stand before her. A long flowing trench coat became visible. A large hand placed itself on the wall next to her, the pale bronze flesh of his open palm rested inches from her head. Anderson's fingertips inched slightly treading close to Seras' short wheat colored hair.
"Whosoever resists power, the ordinance of God, shall receive eternal damnation Amen." Anderson's smirk made his ivory canines appear exceedingly menacing. Goosebumps formed along her forearms. Chills raced up her spine. The warmth of the Catholic's breath descended on the police girl's right cheekbone. Smells of incense, perspiration, and blood filled Seras' nostrils. Her tongue slowly probed out from between her lips as the scent of the scarlet fluids stirred something dark within her. Her head of short, blond hair jerked violently backward against the cold, stone wall in protest so as to put an end to the lust that festered within her being. The smile on Anderson's lips broadened as his emerald eyes took in the scene before him. A chuckle emitted from deep within the paladin's throat as hungrily his lips came to fall bruisingly upon those of Hellsing's newest member, Seras Victoria.