She lay on her back, just staring into the dark; her breathing laboured she let out a pain filled whine. Why had this happened? Why now? For the love of God she could not understand why he had just did that.

"Why?," an icy chill filled her already frozen body, "Because...you ruined it, I was managing my past, put it behind me, where it belongs!"

Alucard boots could be heard on the wet grass, walking towards her. She scrabbled to her feet terrified of what he might do in this unstable state; she turned to run when strong arms caught her, pulling her into his chest, she neck creaked up slowly, so afraid of his glare she looked into his eyes.

Before

"Your skills will be most useful to my organisation; the Hellsing family would be honoured to have someone who is this talented and wise about creatures that seemingly don't exist."

The blonde haired stared at you from over the top her glasses, cigar lose on her lip as to spoke. A small smirk appeared on your lips, knowing full well that she wasn't going to tell you a damned thing about the creatures you've studied your whole life.

"Sir, I do believe this is in fact blackmail of the highest calibre." You stated with the hint of sarcasm.

"Then you'd be correct."

Your eyebrow twitched, this woman...honestly. She was the embodiment of pride and confidence, the grace of royalty and the fury of a lion; Sir Integra Fairbrook Windgates Hellsing is a legend in her own right. Not one to argue with to be sure, not a lowly researcher. You raised your hands up in the air.

"Fine. I given in. You're the winner Sir."

She smirked and the cigar in her mouth rolled up wards, as if holding a winners stance.

"Excellent, you'll start today; your Intel on the Vampires will be useful since..." She paused. She saw your eyes lighting up like a child seeing a toy shop.

"Since we fight, train and kill vampires on a daily basis and-"

She was cut off by you jumping from your seat and doing a small 'Hell yea' dance, she nearly laughed as you're childish brightened her gloomy office a little. Almost laughed be a keyword.

"Sit down foolish girl, your English remember act that way." She said in a cold voice, but the smirk playing on her lips told you it was only a half heart command.

"One, Sir... You said not one moment ago that I was wise hence why you 'hired' me; second I'm Scottish so ha." You said all this of course while fixing your clothes and hair and sitting once more.

She raised an eyebrow at your actions or at her mistaken information was too close to tell; she proceed to shuffle a few papers, until one with a paper clip holding your photo was found. The girl had (h/c) hair tied back and brilliant (e/c) eyes which held her attention for a moment, and then she looked at the name:

"Rebecca Holwood Aged 18, Blood Type O, Origins London, Camden. Parents Jane Holwood, 47 and James Holwood, 56 decreased by natural causes."

Integra lifted her eyes once more, your face a little smug.

"It says here that you are in fact English and a Londoner no less, do you know what the capital of England? Miss Holwood?" She says once again in her patronising tone.

"But of course Sir, but I would never let anyone apart from family know anything about me." You said scratching the back of your head. Her eyes narrowed.

"Impossible, our intelligence force is-"

"Good but not good enough for me," You paused senescing her annoyance "My name is actually..."

"Ilona..." A dark toned voice whispered from the corner of the room.