Alright so I decided to take a break from writing my other stories. I was reading story "Blood and Fur" by Lord's Fallen Angel, and they decided to hold some contest, I'd thought I'd give it a shot. But in the end I decided to do this for me because I like Hans x Seras pairing a lot. So enjoy the first chapter. Reviews are always appreciated.

No one knows what it's like

To be the bad man

To be the sad man

Behind blue eyes….

-The Who

The carnage surrounded the strawberry blonde Draculina. The dead bodies of her fellow men and enemies piled upon top of each other. London was in complete ruin. The number of casualties was in the thousands. Seras Victoria was utterly alone in this waste land called home. Everyone one she knew and loved was taken from her. Sir Integra Hellsing was killed by the traitor, Walter, who was once a loyal subject. The Wild Geese were ripped to shreds by Zorin. Pip tried to save his men, but was slaughtered by Zorin as well. Even though Seras had taken Pip's blood and became a true Draculina, it still wasn't enough in the end. The cat boy, Schrodinger, of Millennium had somehow successfully infused himself with Alucard. That was the final blow to the poor girl.

"Master…." Seras cried out as the blood tears staining her alabaster skin. Alone. That is was she was now. With everyone gone, she didn't care anymore. Let the Nazis kill her, it seemed like a better choice than having to deal with the loneliness for all of eternity. Millennium had succeeded won, succeeding with their plan to destroy Alucard and the Hellsing Organization.

"Tsk tsk tsk, poor Fraulein," a German accent said behind the weeping Draculina. "Vhatever vill you do now?"

Seras's tears ceased immediately. She knew that voice. That fucking fat bastard! This was his fault. He will pay! Seras's bright blue eyes changed a blood red. Slowly, she stood up and turned her head towards the direction of where the voice came from. Narrowing her eyes, she gave a death glare at the fat grinning man.

"YOU!" She hissed. "I WILL KILL YOU!"

Charging towards him, Seras thought about how much pleasure she would have in killing the fat bastard. Revenge and blood is what she wanted. Jumping into the air, Seras lunged for the bastard, but wasn't quick enough to avoid what happened next.

-BANG-

The Draculina collapsed to the ground a couple feet from her target. The fat grinning man gave a maniacal laugh. He gave the gun to his bodyguard behind him.

"Doctor!" He called out.

"Yes Major?" A tall skinny man dressed in a bloodstained white lab coat with slicked back thin blonde hair and small glasses appeared behind the Major.

"She has been subdued," the fat man said looking at the vampire at his feet. "Inform me vhen she avakens.

"Yes Sir." The Doc bowed while the Major walked back to his ship. Signally a few soldiers, "Bring her to mein lab." The Doc gave a sadistic grin. Oh what fun he was going to have.

-Beep-Beep-Beep-

'A dream, it was all just a dream' Seras thought to herself.

-Beep-Beep-Beep-

Groaning, Seras slowly opened her bright blue eyes. Everything seemed blurry and bright. Taking a moment, she let her adjust to the light. 'Where am I?' Looking around, the Draculina saw that she was in some sort of medical room. The walls were plain sterile white. In front of her, was a metal door that lead to the unknown. Off to the left was a red curtain that covered three quarters of the wall. Seras tried to turn around but noticed she was restrained on a metal table at her wrists and ankles. Looking down she was dressed in nothing but a white medical gown.

"What the bloody hell?" she muttered out loud.

Confusion plagued her mind. The last thing she remembered was grieving over the lost of her companions, then it all came tumbling back. The fucking fat bastard and his cronies. Seras tried to free herself from her restrains, but they would not move. Blasted cuffs. Seras continued her struggling, but the more she moved her wrists and ankles they began to bleed. Frustrated, she screamed.

"LET ME OUT OF HERE!"

Seconds later there were clicks and clacks coming from the metal door. The Draculina focused her attention at the door. The Doc stepped into the room rolling a tray of sharp medical instruments. Looking at the vampire, he grinned.

"So nice to see you're avake."

Seras bared her fangs and hissed at him. The Doc gave a dark chuckle.

"I'm not going to hurt you, much…"

"Don't touch me!"

Seras continued to struggle in her restraints. The Doc wheeled his tray over next to the girl. She watched him carefully, despite the fact she was unable to move didn't mean she could let her guard down. The Doc walked over to wear the red curtain was and pulled it back to reveal a one way mirror.

"Fraulein, I hope you are comfortable." The Major's voice echoed in the room.

"What the fuck do you want with me?" Seras growled.

Evil laughter was her response. "Many, many, many things mein Fraulein."

"Proceed with the examination Doctor." The Major ordered in a serious tone.

"Yes Major." The Doc replied eagerly. Turning away from the window, he slowly approached the medical tray. On the tray he pressed a button. Seras could feel the table elevating up to a forty five degree angle. It suddenly dawned on her what the Major meant by examination. The fucking lunatic of a doctor was going to cut her open. Seras thrashed about in hoping she could free herself.

"Your efforts are in vain, Fraulein." The Major said. "Your restraints are laced with silver."

The Draculina's eyes widened. Silver was one of the few things that could render a vampire powerless. In Seras's case it made her weak enough to wear she couldn't break free. The amount of blood loss didn't help her much either. Turning her attention back to the Doctor, she hissed at him as he proceed with his examination. Slipping his medical gloves, he lifted the white medical gown Seras was wearing to reveal the lower half of her naked body. He adjusted her legs by spreading them to reveal her womanhood.

"Please, no, please." She sobbed.

Ignoring her pleas, the Doc placed one hand on her abdomen and inserted two fingers with the other in the Draculina's womanhood. Seras cried out in humiliation. The Doc moved his fingers around and then withdrew them. Removing his gloves, he turned to the window. "Her virginity is intact."

"Vonderful!" The Major squealed with glee. "You have been given such an honor, Fraulein. One of Dracula's bloodline to be chosen to create a new generation of super soldiers."

"Burn in Hell, Bastard!" She screamed at the window. Too enraged to notice the Doc was doing, he injected a needle into her arm. Behind the window the Major was chuckling to himself. Turning his body slightly to his right, he looked at the figure hidden in the shadows. The figure was a six foot man in military combat uniform. Over his uniform he wore a brown M42 coat. The collar was turned up which covered most of face all except his pale blue eyes. His hat was tipped downward that covered the left side of his face. The pale blue eyes watched the Draculina carefully in the next room.

"Vell Captain, shall ve go see the lovely Fraulein?" The Major grinned. The Captain gave a slight nod in response. Both men left the room, with the Captain following behind the short fat man.

Back in the other room

"What the hell did you just do to me?" Seras shouted at the Doc. The Doc chuckled to himself, but ignored her demand. He continued to play with his instruments of torture. Seras was completely helpless. Struggling has caused her wounds to bleed more. The blood trickled down her arms and feet, staining the white gown and to the floor causing a small puddle to form. She was losing blood, and if she didn't feed soon, it would be over.

The metal door clicked open, Seras watched the stupid fat man and another one who seemed to be his bodyguard walk into the room. Her attention was focused solely on the grinning bastard.

"Ah Fraulein, I hope the Doctor is treating you vell."

Sears growled in response. "Why don't you tell me what you really plan to do, Bastard."

As Seras asked her question, the Doc inserted another needle into her injecting her with another unknown substance. This time she howled in pain. Whatever the Doc injected her with seemed to work fast. The pain was coming directly from her abdomen. Seras wanted to double over in pain but could because of the restraints. She had never had such excruciating pain before. Not even when being shot through the chest could even compare.

"What did you do to me?" she cried out in agony.

"Vell mein Fraulein, the good Doctor had stumbled upon a way to reanimate dead tissue." The Major walked up to the Draculina. Pressing a button on the side of the metal table, released Seras causing her to collapse to the floor. The pain was too much for her, she curled up in a fetal position. Leaning downward towards her, the Major explained.

"Vhen I meant that you were going to help create a new generation of soldiers, I meant literally."

Still in pain, Seras gasped out. "What do you mean?"

"Breeding…"

Shock. Anger. Rage. Those were the things that Seras felt when she heard the fat bastard. Eyes turning red, Seras lunged the Major forgetting about the pain.

"Bastard!" she screamed.

The next thing Seras knew was she was pinned against a wall being held by her throat, her body dangling off the ground. 'What the bloody hell?' she thought. Seras looked at the person holding her at the throat. A pair of blood red eyes were staring and growling at her. The man who came in with the Major. She hissed at him and tried to remove his hand from her throat but was too weak from the blood loss. Laughing, the Major walked up to the Draculina and his bodyguard.

"Now, Now Captain, don't be too rough with her."

The Captain didn't look at the Major, but kept staring at the vampire. Seras was slightly afraid of this man, but she didn't show it. There was something very different about him. Something old and very powerful. She stared into his eyes in search of something. The pair of eyes stared at each other.

"Vell, mein Fraulein, might as vell introduce the Captain."

"Another one of your imitation vampires?" She rasped out.

"Nein, the Captain, is a verevolf. A pure blood, the last of his kind just like you mein Draculina."

Seras stared at the Captain. A werewolf. Her master had told her that werewolves were extintic. The last known one in existence was over two hundred years ago, and that one was killed by his hand. The Captain still had her by the throat. She had ceased her struggles against him. His eyes changed back to a normal pale blue which held her gaze. He showed no emotion in them. His face was still hidden behind the collar of his coat. Though she did notice his blonde hair. She mentally snorted to herself, 'figures he would be a Nazi.'

"Now do you see Fraulein. The perfect soldier. Half vampire, half verevolf. The best of both." The Major grinned at her.

"You sick bastard!" Seras hissed at him. The Captain tightened his grip on her throat. Seras growled at him. Like hell she was going to let some Nazi werewolf touch her. The Captain just stared at her unfazed by her growling.

"Doctor, please give the lovely Fraulein something to calm her nerves." The Major called out.

"Yes Major."

The Doc pulled out another syringe and walked towards Seras.

"No!" she shouted out. "Let me go you flea bag."

Despite her struggles, the Captain held her in place. The Doc inserted the needle in her arm. Seras could feel her body becoming sluggish. "Don't vorry, it's only a sedative." She could hear the Doc chuckling. A moment later Seras passed out. The Captain released her, causing her body to collapse to the ground. The Major walked up behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Be gentle vith her Captain, ve need her in one piece." The Major snickered. "Take her to the room, and Doctor, make sure she has something to drink later. She'll need it."

"Yes Major."

The Major left the room. The Doc called out, "Captain bring her to the room." The Captain stared at the sleeping Draculina at his feet.

"CAPTAIN! That is an order." The Doctor shouted.

Bending down, he picked Seras up bridal style and followed the Doctor out of the medical room.