Welcome to the 1st chapter of, "Be My Monster" My name is Kitt-chan and I am eager to bring you this story. Before you proceed any further I must inform you of a few reader notes. This story, manly this first chapter (for now), begins in a different dimension and time frame all together despite it still playing out in London. Yes you heard it right folks! We do not begin in the Hellsing Universe. Oh and the OC, Asami, is indeed a supernatural character and I will give you a hint, she is NOT a vampire. Also, I wrote this first chapter to help "sculpt" Asami. To give you guys, the readers, a form of character development before slamming her into the Hellsing world. Please enjoy~
- I do not own Hellsing. All rights reserved to their respective owners


Chapter 1: The Life In Which I Live

Asami Hitomi stood above the city, the buildings among her could not reach the height at which she stood, for she was perched on the tallest and one of the most known landmarks in London. The very tower that the city became famous for shortly after being built, the Big Ben clock tower. The clock ticked away beneath her as she stood at the very edge, peering out at the city she had come to call home and it looked better then it did when she first arrived. London once appeared to be falling apart due to it's lack of structure within itself. The government taking money from the poor who barely had any to give and not to mention the appearance of the city itself; many buildings needed to be attended to back then. Now London was slowly becoming a sight to see compared to eighty years ago.

'My, has it been that long?' she thought to herself as she reflected on the past.

Letting out a sigh, she put away such thoughts about the past. Asami's breath becoming visible before fading away into the dark cloudy sky, reminding her it was nearing winter. Two hours ago the Big Ben clock declared it was midnight and Asami was just patently buying herself some time. Now it was time to do what she was best at. From where she stood, she lifted on her toes and allowed her body to pivot forward over the edge, letting gravity take over. Her heart did not race nor did her golden eyes close or widen as her body began to plummet toward the roof tops below. Her long black hair dancing around her.

As the Palace of Westminster approached she shifted her weight to brace for impact, landing on the black slanted roof top with very little to no difficulty. Without wasting anymore time she took off in a sprint, dancing on the roof with ease and agility until jumping across the gap from the Palace of Westminster to a lesser known building. She continue this till she reached her destination. Stopping on the building next to the location she was assigned to tonight. Asami mapped the place out in advance during the day so she turned to her left and jumped over as if diving feet first into a pool of water, to land on a platform which had stairs leading down to the ground level. She stood there on the platform for a second; taking this time to pull the extra fabric around her neck, the neck piece of her tethered black cloak that draped over her upper body, to secure it over her mouth and nose.

Down the stairs, she turn and strolled over to the now closed pub. Everything dark but a window above. The owner of the pub taking residence in the same building made this mission easier then most. 'Must be his living corridors.' Asami assumed before eye balling the distance, guessing it to be a little over six feet up. She stood at 5'2 but this wouldn't be a issues for her. While smirking she jolted forward, closing in the eight feet gap, the ball of her left foot hitting the wall the same time as her right palm. She used that momentum to give her a boost up, successfully grabbing a hold of the ledge just a few feet below the dimly lit window, then proceeded to lift herself up. Her golden eyes peering over the window seal as she crouched on the small ledge, not wanting to expose herself just yet. She needed to see the layout and make a plan.

A tall blonde gentleman with tired green eyes sat at a desk. He gave a stretch in his seat, his body expressing just how tired it was from a long evening attending to the bar, before going back to his paperwork. He wore a white bottom up collar shirt and dark brown overalls that attached to his dark brown work pants. From what Asami guessed, his boots were probably still on too. The Assassin didn't know who this man pissed off or wronged in some fashion, but he was now 'marked' and her job was to do away with the 'marked' ones.

Asami quietly watched from her perch outside the window. Give or take fifteen minutes passed and luck appeared to be on her side as the man look to have nodded off at the desk. Neglecting the bed behind him.

'Poor soul..' she thought while sliding the window open slowly till there was enough room to squeeze through. Once inside the small room the Assassin silently approached the male from behind as her right hand reached to her slanted belt for her weapons adorned within the belt. It sat on her waist above her leather skirt and black tights. She pulled out one of the kukri blades, ready to claim another life.

The shot came quick and caught her completely off guard. Searing pain slowly bubbling to the surface and bringing her attention to her stomach, her hand unconsciously pressing against the new wound with blood poured between her fingers. The gun was fired at such a close range that her corset didn't even matter, armor or no armor, the bullet clearly hit it's target.

"You bloody fool, did you really think I wouldn't know?"came the mans hysterical voice as he stood up, the chair making that ugly scrapping noise as it glided over the wooden floor. "Who do you think you, damn Assassins, are messing with, huh? An idiot?! This is my pub! Mine and that dirty for nothing wanker, Andrew Widerson, will never have it!"he continued, his boots coming into view as he approached her. Her eyes drifted up to take in the figure of the male to only lock eyes on the pistol aimed in front of her, almost touching her nose and already cocked. Every detail of the gun sharp, the mans figure now a fuzzy mass in the distance. "You know what this means don't you?" his lips tugged up into an ugly grin, a cocky demeanor practically glowing off of him.

Asami only smirked as her arm continue to brace her stomach, her eyes shifting focus from the gun to the males face."Heh.. What?" she asked, a semi upbeat tone in her voice despite the tremendous pain she is experiencing at this moment. A bullet to the gut would of killed a human in a matter of minutes, depending on what organ it tore into. Asami was no human but even fatal wounds like these can end her life, she knew she was losing time. Asami had doubt that replying would do any good and not replying wouldn't of really made a difference but she decided it wouldn't hurt to play along. It didn't take long for him to speak.

"You fucked up!"his cocky voice bellowed as his finger pulled the trigger, the gun firing.

Time seemed to slow down as the assassin quickly reacted, leaning low onto her haunches she jolting forward, avoiding the bullet as it flew through her hair and embedding itself into the wall behind her as their bodies made contact. The force causing them to slam to the hard ground, this knocked the air out of the gentleman that took most of the impact. Asami now straddled his form while hunching over causing their faces to be about six inches apart, her curved blade to his throat and digging in slightly as if to make a point. Shock and fear now displayed on his face as he looked up into her unnatural golden eyes. Those stern and fierce golden orbs.

"What.. What the hell are you!?" his shaky voice asked."Yo-you can't be human.." This, this was normal to hear from her victims. The cocky confidence now ceased to exist within the male before her. His mouth open again as if to speak and she placed her index finger on his clammy lips.

"Shhhh's... it's time to sleep."and with that said she gave her hand a yank, the blade slicing right into the jugular as blood sprayed. Only wet gurgling protest could be heard as his hands flailed around him, trying desperately to push her off with wide scared eyes till finally those eyes rolled back into his head and his body went motionless.

Asami sighed as she stood up, wiping the blood from her blade on her cloak before sheathing it. Her right arm embraced her stomach again as she bite her lip, eyes shutting and eyebrows scrunched up in pain. 'Fuck me... this really hurts..'. She took off her left black fingerless glove with her teeth and then placed her bare palm against the wall. She relaxed and began to concentrate. The wall under her hand began to distort. It rippled as if it was a body of water but other then that it did not change it's appearance, it still looked like a plan dark wall. 'Don't fuck up... come'on concentrate..'her mental voice strained as her hand pushed through. A step forward and she was walking her body into the wall till there was nothing left of her in the dead gentleman's living corridors.

It was only a split second of darkness before her hand felt cool air and her body emerged from a wall. She used the same wall to help hold her up as she staggered along the marble like street gaining only a few feet before pausing. 'Wait..What is this?' she asked herself. Her eyes looking up from the ground to take in her surroundings. "Where am I?"

A light post appeared to be the source of light that guided her pathway, few feet ahead stood another then another, so on so forth. The wall holding her up was huge and see through, a big window with figures standing inside with odd clothing gracing their forms. Clearly a market but she didn't recognize any of the clothing. A slight movement reflected off the window and she focused on the reflection. The person was a few feet behind her, five or eight steps, and seemed to stagger as if drunk. Their features were very rugged and the smell that hit her noise was almost like a slap to the face. This person smelt like they were dead but yet they continue to slowly stalk toward her, reaching out for her. A gurgling roar escaping its gaping mouth. Behind him popped up another staggering body, then another and another...

Wincing, Asami twisted around and placed her back to the window, her eyes heavy and threatening to close on her as a wave of dizziness struck her. "Fucking bloody guns!" she screamed at the clearly dead group of people. She'd be royally pissed off if she died right here because of some ranking smelling corpses and a bullet wound...


Sorry if my writing style is a little weird. I am aware that my spelling/grammar is not 'puurrfect' by any means. I also have this bad habit of leaving hints instead of bluntly informing what she is or what time frame she currently resides in, etc etc. If you have not a clue do not fret, I will tell you in the following chapter. Please leave reviews and/or comments, maybe even PM me? Till next time!
-Kitt-Chan