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Chapter I: Promise

I listened to my iPod as I was driven to the Hellsing Mansion, by my savior of a father and my drug addict of a mother. I breathed deeply as I fiddled with the touch sensitive circle on the device and stopped on the song that stayed in my head for over a year.

Three Days Grace: Animal I Have Become

I clicked the center button and listened to the song that I had chosen. The lyrics flowing in a way that allowed me to calm down and sleep, waiting for my father to wake me up when we got to the Mansion… For my Aunt Integra's funeral, I laid my head against the window and drifted out of consciousness.

"Annabelle Elizabeth Wingates Hellsing!"

The car door opened, causing me to fall out of the car and land onto the concrete. I struggled to get to my feet, many cuts and bruises covering my arms and legs… I winced in pain as I finally stood. Glaring at my mother, I spoke… This rarely happens!

"What the fuck mom!"

"Just like Integra, even after she's dead!" My mother commented, and my rage began to boil.

"Mom... You are such a - !"

My father interfered. "Annabelle, come on… Your mother can stay out here; you and I will go inside."

I smiled, watching as my mother went back into the car without a word. She should have known that I looked up to Integra for advice and guidance, Integra was more like a mom to me… Then my actual mother, I blinked. Following my father as we walked into the Mansion, I tensed as I felt a shadow wrap around me and then disappeared.

Walter, the Hellsing family butler, stared at me as my father and I approached the entrance to the Mansion. He allowed my father to pass, when I started to walk… His arm stretched out in front of me, a simple gesture telling me to stay put. My father turned to look at me; he motioned for me to follow him. I held up one finger, he nodded and walked off as my hand dropped to my side. I stared up at Walter, even though I was eighteen and five foot two… I was tall for my age, which is what I kept telling myself.

I secretly changed the song on my iPod, listening to one of the popular songs by Skillet. One of my all-time favorite bands!

Skillet: Monster

I had only one ear piece in at the time, which made things easier.

"You must be Annabelle, correct?"

I smiled from his question, making my face go from a light tan to a light crimson. Okay, stop acting like you do not know him. Integra has told you so much about the Agency and the people involved! I shook my head as the voice in my head scolded me, I began to calm down. "Yes, I am Annabelle Hellsing." I replied.

Walter gazed into my silver orbs and smiled; I gave a smile in return and raced over to my father who was waiting for me.

The room where the will reading was going to be held was enormous, the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The turquoise walls complimenting the navy carpet that covered the floor beneath my feet, the many paintings and the large portrait of Integra fell upon the top of the stair-well, and ordinated wreath sitting up below the picture. I gazed at the picture of my deceased aunt. Her creamy blond hair going below her shoulders, her shining sapphire eyes captivating my own silver ones, and the outfit I have seen her in several… Many times, I breathed a sigh filled with grief as I passed the painting and walked down the stairs beside my father.

I was surprised to see the people from the Iscariot here for the occasion. When I caught a glimpse of Anderson, I quickly walked down the stairs and enveloped the man in a hug… His companion, Maxwell, was staring at me oddly. I ignored him and smiled, elated that I got to see the man that helped me get adopted when I was younger.

Anderson returned the hug and stared at my father. "Justin,"

He smiled. "Long time no see, Alexander."

Maxwell glared at me. "What are you doing here, Annabelle?"

"Paying respects to my deceased aunt!" I replied with a smirk, releasing Anderson from my hold and then walked off, wanting to be alone until the will reading came. I told my father to text me when the time arrived.

Annabelle

My silver orbs searched the hallway, trying to locate the source of the voice.

Annabelle

My fear was beginning to increase with every step and breath. My breathing was at a quick pace, until I was surrounded by an unknown light source.

Annabelle

My eyes gazed at the ghostly figure of my aunt, Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing.

Annabelle, I am sorry for startling you like this.

"It's alright," I managed to force out.

I need you to travel down to the dungeon, there you will find the Hellsing family fruit… He will assist you on your journey. When you find him, he should be half-dead, half-alive. Pleading for your blood, I want you to comply with his wish. Do that for me, Please.

I nodded, the assassin blades that shrouded my wrists and a good bit of my arms emerged from the ebony sleeves of my cloak. "As you wish, Sir Integra," I watched as her ghostly figure vanished within the shadows of the narrow hallway. I brought my iPod out of the pocket I kept it in and changed the song.

As I came to the dungeon area of the mansion; the light that enveloped me before… Traced a path for me to follow through the dungeon, I walked slowly and began to say the lyrics to the song out loud.

Red: Already Over

You never go

You're always here

Suffocating me

Under my skin

I cannot run away

Fading

Slowly

I could hear a deep gentle voice harmonizing with my own light angelic one. I was shocked, but elated at the time… Discovering that someone else had known this song, I increased my pace through the hallway.

I give it all to you

Letting go of me

Reaching as I fall

I know it's already over now

Nothing left to lose

Loving you again

I know it's already over

Already over now

I continued to walk and listen to the voice simultaneously. When I approached an iron door, the voice was more audible and stronger. I quickly pressed the pause button on the device, and stretched out my lightly tanned hand and pushed the door ajar… Staring at the figure kneeling towards the back wall... His jet black locks shrouding most of his light ashen skin... The ebony strait-jacket like outfit fitting him rather well... And those dull crimson eyes of his roaming to the door until they settled on me.

I opened the door fully and slowly strolled into the room, my eyes still on the crimson eyed gentlemen.

Annabelle, the creature you are approaching is a Midian. The Hellsing family's ancient enemy, use caution… But relax, my loving niece.

I nodded in reply to Integra's voice that raced through my head. I came before the vampire, one of my knees on the ground. I watched as he struggled to break his arms free from the leather binding them together. Clenching his teeth and revealing his snowy fangs, I flinched, but smiled in the end.

"What's your name? What did Integra call you?"

The vampire lifted his head to gaze into my eyes. He could see the resemblance between me and Integra, he sighed. "Integra and previous masters before you, have called me… Alucard,"

I smiled. "I like it, Alucard stays."

He smiled in response. I could tell after a while that he was weakening from the lack of blood. Alucard stared at me with wide eyes. "What is your blood type?"

"Type O," I replied calmly. "Why?"

Alucard bared his fangs at me. "Your blood is a sweet wine to my kind… To others, it's shit!"

I raised an eyebrow at the thought. How interesting. I flicked my wrist, which caused the assassin blade to shoot up and indent a medium-sized hole into my wrist. I held my wrist just above the Midian's head, watching as his eyes followed my blood hungrily… Causing my stomach to turn, I winced.

"Do you want some blood?"

Alucard licked his lips, staring at the blood forming a line on my wrist. "Yes,"

"Promise me something,"

"Anything," His eyes never left my wrist.

"Help me understand the Agency, skills in battling, and anything that might come to use in the future. Also, you must listen to me. Alright,"

"Of course, Master."

I smiled, seeing that I was already torturing him with my blood. I lowered my hand, watching as his tongue came out and lapped over the trailing blood and gently resting his lips on my wound as I brought my arm down to be between our faces. Using my free hand, I reached up and rubbed his head… Feeling the softness of his hair, I smiled.

When I realized he was satisfied, he licked the wound to seal it and released my wrist from his hold. I removed my hand from his head, as I heard the sound of leather breaking. Watching as his long arms came out from behind and lay peacefully on the ground.

I felt my phone vibrate at that moment, I pulled it out and read the text.

The will reading is about to start, where are you?
- Dad

I will be there soon, give me some time. Thank you!
- Annabelle

I shoved my cellphone back into the pocket of my jeans and stood, watching as the vampire stood with me.

"Allow me to come with you, Master."

I smiled. "Alright, stay in the shadows." I ordered calmly, seeing him instantly vanish and blend within the shadows. I breathed deeply before making my way back upstairs to meet up with everyone else.

When I entered the room… My father, the Iscariot duo, and the Convention of Twelve… All of them turned towards me. Some staring at me directly, others… Staring at my attire! A black cloak with a hood, a light navy T-shirt, and a pair of jeans… Along with my black and white DC shoes, really comfortable if I do say so myself! I walked up the center isle and joined my father in the front row.

Walter stood behind the dark mahogany podium, which was positioned in front of a closed coffin. I knew easily that, inside that coffin… Was the lifeless corpse of Aunt Integra. A shiver ran down my spine. Walter fiddled with the microphone and cleared his throat.

"I would like to welcome you all for coming this evening to bare the loss of Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing." He paused. "I understand that most of you want to know who is mentioned in the will… Please, bear with me as I read the will."

I could faintly hear Integra's voice emerging from Walter's mouth, as if she was reading the will before us all.

"I, Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing… Of body, mind, and soul! Is honored to pass on the torch of the Hellsing Legacy and responsibility… With everything that comes with it and the pleasure of working with the Agency… I hereby give this task willing to my loving, skilled, creative, and cunning niece. Sir Annabelle Elizabeth Wingates Hellsing!
May my spirit and Alucard watch over you as the years pass and give you knowledge and strength.

With love,

Aunt Integra"

I was shocked, tears racing from my silver eyes out of sorrow and happiness. My body was shaking as the others glared at me in disgust… Except for my father, who brought me into his embrace. "Congratulations," He whispered into my ear, ignoring the others. I watched as the others left the room mumbling under their breaths, my father rubbed my head and abandoned me to talk with Walter.

I sat in my chair, seeing a pair of pale hands come onto my shoulders. I felt a wave of calmness and achievement wash over me, as Alucard calmed me down. I glanced over my shoulder to stare into his crimson eyes. "Hi,"

"Well played, Master. Things should get interesting now that you are in charge."

I smiled, tears still flowing from my eyes. I wiped them away with my jacket's sleeve. "I'm glad Integra was around to push me along."

Alucard smiled, lifting me out of my seat and cradling me in his arms. My head rested against his shoulder, taking in the warmth that emitted off of him… Allowing me to relax, he walked up the stair-well. Taking my numb body up to the portrait of Integra, I smiled as I gazed at the magnificent painting.

Well done Annabelle… Well done.

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