A/N: This is, obviously, my first fanfiction ever. As of right now, this is the only project I am working on, so I'll hopefully get this done quickly. For right now, the rating is only T, but it will most likely change as the story progresses. Before you start sending me hate mail, this is an Alucard/OC fanfiction, but I will more than likely hint at some other pairings along the way. I do not have a beta-reader, but I have my friend, whom is a complete grammar psycho, reading over this to look for mistakes. I will more than likely edit this a few times to add detail, but as of right now, this'll have to do.
Disclaimer: I do no own Hellsing in any way, shape, or form. No matter how much I want to be able to say I do own them, I just don't. As for the characters in the story never mentioned in the anime/manga/OVA, they're mine, so no stealing.
Small, childish Maribelle. Thinking she could run the entire Hellsing organization at the ripe age of seventeen while her father was away on some important mission that required him to leave organization to her. Her great-grandmother was a young as she was, if not a slight bit younger, when she has inherited the very organization and she did just fine. But no, Maribelle had to basically fail at everything she did. She couldn't even tie her own shoe without having to redo it at least ten times. But run an organization, that kills vampire, or technically, FREAK vampires? But of course, Integra had the help of Walter, her butler and the once proud Angel of Death. And even the fable No-Life King himself, the vampire of all vampires. But he was, of course, someone who scared the living hell out of anyone, so the newest generation of soldiers were always mumbling about him whenever she passed by. But she just ignored it. There was no file on any vampire ever working at Hellsing, with the exception of Seras Victoria. And seeing as how she's been there since Integra, she had worked her way up the ranks to top general.
Recently, there has been an uproar in FREAK activity, and she was actually praying to whatever God or Goddess was out there that it would just stop so that she could grant said general on the vacation she has been needing for the last sixty or so years. Seras is, as said before, a vampire who was around when her great-grandmother, Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing, was still alive. Seras had once told Maribelle that she was the complete reincarnation of Integra, minus the "I'm-better-than-you" attitude and the command Integra held up until her final day. That final day, Seras told her many times, is when she locked a vampire back into his dungeon, the same vampire who seemed to be on everyone's tongue.
Seras also told Maribelle the same story about the No-Life King, but Seras didn't talk about how amazing he was in battle, but of another side very few people ever saw; his nonviolent side. The side that only Integra, the Queen, Walter, and occasions, Seras saw. Once she has even warned a younger Maribelle about him.
"I swear to you if you wake up my master—I mean Alucard up from his slumber, he'll pester you to hell and back and laugh at you through it all. Not to mention he'll try to molest you every time you try to sleep. And if you make a mistake, he'll never let you live it down. He'll scare the piss out of you when he appears out of no where, and then he'll laugh and drive you bonkers. But just when you think he's done, he'll start the whole cycle all over again!"
And, of course, she shrugged off the warning, but told Seras thank you for her advice. But since curiosity usually got the best of Maribelle, she was genuinely wanting to know what this Alucard was really like. Was he really the egotistic ass everyone paints him to be? Or were they just wanting to scare the poor girl? Either way, she was going to find out.
So one night, Maribelle found herself walking down the stairs towards the basement. Thank God that Seras was on a mission about five hours away. So Maribelle had enough time to get to the dark door her mother and father had always told her to stay away from, look inside and see what all of the talk was about, and get back before she was ever noticed. Her father would kill her if he knew what she was about to do, and her mother... there was no telling what her mother would of done.
"Not like she can do anything now. She died of cancer five years ago. So unless she came back to life, she.."
Her voice trailed off as she reached an iron and steel clad door; her mother had told her what behind that very door lurked the very thing nightmares were made of. And to further her mother's point, she felt a cold, long chill crawl up her spine as she put her hand on the door. 'I don't really have to do this, I can just turn around now and leave whatever is behind that door alone for the next few hundred years until another girl like me gets curious,' the young teenager thought as she looked around at the surroundings. 'But better me than someone else.' With that she pushed open the door slowly and closed her eyes shut tightly.
When she finally opened her eyes, nothing was different. The room inside the door was darker than pitch black, but that didn't stop Maribelle. She walked in hesitantly and shouted in surprise when the door behind her shut. Again she closed her eyes and began to walk forward, only to hit her shins on something hard. She reached down and felt at the hard object at her knees. It was cold but seemed to suck her into it. She took a step back and finally noticed the footsteps that she hoped with all of her might was the echoes of hers, even though they were much heavier and more distant. She shuddered as she felt a breeze rush past her. "Hello?" came her small voice, "is anyone in here?"
This was when she heard a soft chuckle. "You smell just like her. Would you happen to be my master's descendant?" a deep voice rumbled into her ears. That voice. It made her want to run away in fear. But she had been taught her whole life that running shows fears and fear show weakness. And a Hellsing is not weak.
"I don't think that who my ancestors are is any importance to you. But I am Maribelle Integra Eileen Hellsing, great granddaughter of the great Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing and the next heir to the Hellsing organization," she formally introduced herself as she has always been taught. But this was when a pair of dark, evil-looking, red rubies—no they were eyes, definitely eyes—appear in front of her, not even three feet away. She quickly shut her eyes and heard that deep voice laugh at her. Once again, a shiver ran up her back.
"Maribelle Integra Eileen Hellsing," his voice echoed hers. She nodded and opened her eyes, jumping when she saw the rubies disappear before her. "You look just like my master, Sir Integra. Even smell like her. Your eyes seem to demand respect, they see all, know all. Your hair is as soft as hers was too," his laugh echoed in her mind as she felt her hair being lifted up, his hands running though her platinum blond hair. She quickly took a step forward a felt herself crash into something cold and hard. Then, she felt arms, just as cold and ironically somewhat protective, wrap around her shoulders and felt herself being pulled closer to him. But through this entire time, she did not fight—she knew every well that if she were to fight him that he would win—and stayed perfectly still.
"Who are you? How do you know what my great grandmother looked like?" she question the man, who was holding her as if there was something in the darkness about to bite at her legs. She tried to push herself away but to no avail, only earning more laughing at her futile attempt to escape and a tighter grip around her shoulders. She soon learned to stop struggling against him as he talked away.
"I am the thing that haunts your dreams. I am Hell in human form," he explained with pride in his voice. "My name if well known. You know who I am. Police Girl has told you all about you. Say my name," the terrifying voice commanded her, causing Maribelle to tense up in his arms. When he said 'Police Girl', was he referring to her top general, Seras Victoria? Or was he just plain crazy? But could he really be the fabled vampire her family had warned her about? Was he really saying he was...
"Ah-Al-Alucard?" she stuttered, unsure of herself and of what the man holding her would do to her. He laughed at the quivering girl in his arms and released her, causing her to fall straight to the ground. She shouted as her rear end collided with the cold stone of the basement ground. He chuckled at her before he spoke again.
"Alucard, at your service, Miss Maribelle Integra Eileen Hellsing." A light flickered on above them and she finally saw this man. Before her stood the same monster her grandfather and father had warned her about many times. The same monster that plagued her dreams for the first seven years of life. The same monster who worked faithfully beside her great grandmother
He was tall. 'Freakishly tall!' Maribelle noted mentally. His long black hair seemed longer than her blond locks and seemed to blend in with the darkness around them. His eyes stared deeply into hers and struck fear into her heart and soul. His grin showcased his fangs and the insane look in his eyes seemed to make her stay in the spot where she has fallen to. His milky skin seemed to be made of the finest marble ever discovered and had felt like it was made of pure diamond. His black boots tapped against the hard stones beneath them as he stared down at her. His tight pants, black of course, were barely noticeable in the dark, just like his hair; however, his white shirt against his white skin made him look that much paler as he hovered over her. His long red jacket barely reached his mid-shin, but it would've drug the ground if the young woman was to wear the same jacket. A red tie lay motionless in the air as he bent down, offering her his hand, which she noted was gloved with a snow white silk with a black pentagram on the back of it. "Since you have awakened me, I am now your servant," he explained, the crazed look on his face growing more and more insane by the second.
A/N: I'm not going to post the next chapter until I have five different reviews. I don't mind some positive critiquing, but don't tell me you absolutely hate it. Those don't count. I want to know what I can do better as a writer and anything you say will most likely help towards a better end product. The second chapter is almost done, so it should be done as soon as I get the reviews in.