Hello everyone! This is not my first fanfic but it is the first one to be shown to the public! I am looking forward to the comments and constructive criticism (really helps.) I'll try and post frequently but I cant promise an every week update. Hope you enjoy!

Prologue

If it were under different circumstances, he would have never came back to this God forsaken place. He despised the old and almost historic building, along with the 12 members inside who did nothing but belittle those who were under their command. But because of these circumstances, he had no choice but to stand before them and ask for his position back as one of the high agents.

No.

He'd have to beg. He knew there would be no other way to get what he wanted from people who loved grovelers.

Come on, Simon. Let's get this over with.

Before he knew it, He was at the entrance to the Oval room, stopping out of respect (or because it was a rule and anyone who defied it was killed on the spot) for the 12 people who sat at long and high desks like judges would use. But that was the ironic thing; they were judges. They judged you on everything from the work you were assigned to the stains on your shirts.

Out of all the members, his eyes drifted to the one person he hated the most.

"So nice to see you again, Simon. What brings you?"

His voice was as annoying as his smile. Marsel, the leader of the 12, head of the dark cult he swore was "for the good of man kind", waved a hand over for him to proceed into the room.

With a heavy sigh, he kneeled as if in the presence of a king and asked, "I come before you to have my authority reinstated. "

The 12 mumbled about themselves, saying how crazy and absurd his request was.

"And what makes you think we would even consider such a thing after your betrayal?"

And here's where judgment comes in. Simon really had no answer. He had a reason for killing his partner, Dean, one of the highest in ranks, but they didn't care to listen. He was stripped of his position and took leave for months.

If he were going to get what he wanted, along with begging, he would have to give a good reason.

"My city has been attacked. Many have been killed and I think…No…I know what monster has committed this crime and I can not defeat them without approval." He never admitted to anyone or himself but he was still loyal to the cult. That and they took away his weapons.

Concerned looks painted the faces of the 12.

"And what monster has done such a thing to your city?" Marsel raised a brow.

Simon looked at each of the members, making sure they listened to what he was saying. It was their number one targets.

"This is the work of vampires"

Chapter 1

"Sir? Why are you locking him away?"

The final lock clicked and the final strap was secured.

Arthur looked up with a sigh, "He's too dangerous. His power is unlike any other and I fear using him too frequently will cause more harm in the future than safety in the present. "

He stood tall and firm as he looked at the bound monster he had come to admire as if he were family.

But he was family. This monster became his friend at an early age, his entertainment as a teen, and has protected this country and it's queen for as long as he could remember. Even before his time. How could he not have learned to see him as family? Hellsing owed this demon so much and yet this was how they decided to keep him?

These questions wondered around in Arthurs mind as he left the dungeon that was to be locked tight for years to come.

Her heartbeat was faster than a war horse. She could feel her uncle getting closer by the second.

"Where are you...Where are you? My lovely little niece… my pretty niece. My buddy little fräulein."

Integra looked down from the air vent she was crawling in at her uncle Richard. He was ranting to himself and the two men following behind him. The traitors they were!

"Miss Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing; The grand successor to the Hellsing Organization. Oh my poor little lost Integra, I wish I could help you understand." He loaded his gun and continued. "20 years, 20 years of waiting for my brother, your father, to die. Then mere hours before his death he chooses you to succeed him as head of the family. This insult against me I cannot accept. I will never accept! What an unforgivable act of betrayal." He readied his gun. "Hellsing is mine!"

She started for the opposite side of the house, making sure to stay as far away as possible from her uncle. Her casual walk through the ducts turned into a run when the sounds of bullets were heard a room away.

'Keep running. Don't stop. I must keep running…but where am I running to?'

Her fathers last few words came back to her memory. She remembered his instructions just as well as she remembered the sick and pale look on his face.

"Integra…If the time should ever come, when all hope is lost… if you should find yourself surrounded with your enemies closing in, go to the last cell of the deepest dungeon of the estate. There lies one of the Hellsing family's darkest legacies. It will be the instrument of your salvation."

Rushing into the dungeon her father mentioned, she was surprised and confused at what lay inside.

"No…How can this corpse…be my salvation?"

Integra was looking forward to a knight or something that would protect her. But all she found down there was a tall, rotting corpse with long black hair that sat at the very back of the dungeon. His entire body was tied down. The fact that it wasn't ashes yet by the look and stench of the body was a wonder to her.

Before she could look to see if the corpse held something important or useful for her, or even think of what to do next-

"There you are, my fräulein."

She gasped at the sound of her traitorous uncles voice before Gunshots fired and pain tingled through her right arm.

"AAH!"

The pain in her arm was worse than the pain she felt when she hit the floor.

"Uncle…"

"Something on your mind, my little fräulein?" He walked closer to her.

"Are you really so desperate to claim the family title that you'd actually be willing to…"

"What an astute observation, Integra"

He rested the gun on Integra's forehead and smiled at her like he was giving her a birthday present; his hand on the trigger. Integra's eyes were shut, making her hearing more alert to hear the silence turn into a licking sound.

Everyone's attention turned to the corpse behind Integra. It was moving- No… More than that. It was drinking the wasted blood on the floor. A sizzling sound came from the moving corpse and what looked like a mist.

The red glowing eyes looked up and met Richards gaze.

"No…the corpse…"

It's hands were no longer bound against the wall and the straps were broken out of like they were rubber bands.

Integra gasped at the tall, sinister looking guy who, she realized, was never actually a human to begin with. The Hellsing symbol on his glove turned bright red and his eyes glowed with the look of hunger in them.

"….vampire."

"KILL IT!" Richard screamed at the two, now promoted, bodyguards.

One of the men pulled out a gun but failed to use it before the vampire ripped his face off and drank the blood that seemed to satisfy him.

The other men, who were too stunned to pull out a gun, were slaughtered in a matter of seconds, leaving Integra and her uncle the last ones standing…that is, before the demon injured Richard as well. That only left Integra to face the monster before her.

He slowly walked over to the girl who looked more than worried for her life. Integra grabbed the closest gun and aimed at him.

"You are the one who has disturbed my rest", the vampire said, coming to a halt in front of her. His voice was deep and raspy but, if he weren't so murderous right now, sounded like it could be pleasant to listen to.

"Don't come any closer to me", she warned, "Monster!"

And with those words, the monster smiled.

"Your sweet blood was the first I've tasted in over 20 silent years."

Integra shot the monster in the face, shoulder, neck, and head. She did what those cowardly men couldn't. But, to her surprise, none of the bullets worked because he was still alive and the holes she had made in him were gone.

The vampire laughed at her good try and toward over her, putting his arms on each side of her.

"Those souls who suffered their righteousness will know their eternal inheritance."

Integra stood fearless and replied, "Vile demon!" She paused to make sure he was listening loud and clear.

"I am the lord and master of the Hellsing Family! Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing! I would die before allowing a vampire to order me." She pointed the gun at his face showing how serious she was.

He leaned in closer to her. "That gun is useless against me. Give up little girl-"

"Shut up!" Integra interrupted, "I'll never give up! I would die before giving up! That is my duty and pride as the leader of the Hellsing organization!"

He laughed again but this time at her bravery. Not because he thought it was stupid but because it was unexpected. "Wonderful! Just wonderful!" He leaned in even closer, "You make my blood boil. You are your fathers daughter." He stepped back and kneeled before her. "Forgive my Impertinence, Sir Hellsing" He looked up at Integra and smiled. "Your orders, my master." Integra never knew that those words would stay with her for a long time.

Richard groaned in a corner and focused on what was happening. He grabbed his gun and stood up. "Ridiculous" he started. "The brat and a beast, Dammit!"

Integra looked at him, her attention away from her new servant.

"I am the leader of Hellsing! " He sounded like a child who just had their candy taken away. "Hellsing is mine!" He aimed the gun at the girl and fired only to have it blocked by the vampires arm. No pain, screams, yelps, or anything from him.

"Your blood rots. You are not the master of this house."

Richard stammered at the sound of the awakened vampires voice. "But I.."

Integra aimed her gun over her servants arm and at her uncle.

POW

"What's your name" she asked the vampire fearlessly.

"My master…Your father called me…" His voice was still raspy and unshaken.

"…Alucard"

Some of these chapters will be a little short. Not all of them but the ones I completely make up might be. I wont apologize for that. Anyway...till next time!