I didn't look like a human, I didn't look like a vampire either, I look somehow, incomplete. Not finished, like a painting abandoned by it's artist. I'm luckily to even have a reflection at all. I can thank my 53% human DND for that. I touch the mirror in front of me, it stings, I pull away slightly. I crinkle my nose. My eyes, looking into themselves, blue, blue as the skies, blue like my mother's eyes. I look so much like her. Which, I am grateful for. I can easily trick humans. My mother definitely liked that. She could bring me out in public, showing me off to the children of her colleges. I am faster than them, stronger than them, smarter than them. I am better than them in every single way. But, for my mother's sake. I have to act ordinary. Fumble, burp, blink, sniffle. Eat even if I was getting sick of the human food. But, I did it for mother, I want to make her happy. I want to protect her. I always had the urge to. Even when I was a little boy, she told me I would cry if anyone even touched her. I always wondered why I am, the way that I am. I might have something to do with my father, and how he's tied to mother's bloodline. Yeah, the love child of a master and slave. And now, I will take his place as my mother's servant, to protect her until her heart gives out. My father wasn't servant material. He wasn't worthy of mother's love. He wasn't even worthy of the ground she walked out. Lowly scum, that's my father. But, luckily, my mother didn't love my father, or at least not that I can tell. She fell in love with someone else. Someone who is like her, a heartbeat, and sweat. A human man. She had originally got with him to cover up my existence, she was pregnant with me during her whole courtship with my human stepfather. She married him out of desperation, but as time past, I see the way she looks at him, she loves him. My real, undead father, disapproved and begged for my mother to leave. But, she stood stronger on her decision. She married, and she will stay married. She also had a child with with her husband, two years after I was born. A little sister, in which I adored. I protect her as long as her heart beats, and her chest rises and falls. I am her big brother after all. As a Hellsing, it is my duty to protect the children of god. And she was one of them. Regardless of if I am the spawn of the devil himself, I will protect the innocent people, whom my kind hurt. It's my duty. As a Hellsing.
I continue to look into the mirror still. My blonde hair over my eyes, my pale skin glowing underneath the single light above me. That is the one thing I did get from my father, his white, pale, skin. I flick a long curl out of my face. That, I didn't get from either parent, which made it more believable that I am my step father's son. I finally turn, unsatisfied with my appearance. It frustrated me.
I walk down the stairs, the sun bright in my eyes, no one is awake still. It's only six am, around seven is when they all wake up. I enjoy these moments of peace and quiet. No one to disturb me, no one to pretend for. My mother's butler awaits me in the kitchen. A bag of medical blood in his hands, a bowl beneath it. He cuts the bag open, the scent of sweet blood fills my nostrils, and my lip quivers. I step into the kitchen, quietly, but the butler heard my small footsteps. He turns to me, smiling.
"Good morning Jacob. You're late." He greets, then remarks.
"Good morning." I sit down next to the butler's standing form. He gently pours the blood into the bowl, then slides it over to me. I take the bowl in both of my hands, and bring it to my lips. I tip the bowl, the blood tickling my tongue. It sent shockwaves through my small boyish frame. I take it in slowly, it tasted like how rain smelled, hard to explain. All blood taste was hard to explain, it's like what heaven should taste like, if heaven even had a taste, or even existed. But, it didn't always taste like that. It tasted like a ash if I have had too much.
I finish the bowl of blood, setting it down gently. I lick my lips.
"Thank you Walter." I look up at him. He did not smile at me.
"You are Welcome." He says, then takes the bowl. I watch him wash the bowl, and put it away. "You're family will be awake soon." He says.
"Yeah. I know." I say, standing. I stretch, and yawn. "I'll see you in an hour." I say, with a wave of my hand.
"Right."
I walk down the hall and up the stairs, to my room. My room is on the third flood, the rest of my family is on second. It wasn't a bad idea. Hybrids like me will become hard to control during puberty, and having three humans so close could be dangerous. But I would not hurt my mother or sister. However, my step father might not be so lucky. Although, if he were to die by my hands, it would hurt my mother, and that, I would never do.
I enter my room, the curtains closed, the bed untidy. Clothes, on the floor. I wasn't a tidy kid, I ever really cared to make my bed if I was just going to mess it up again. I get underneath the covers again. Getting comfortable, shutting my eyes. I wake, my mother by my side. Her warm hand on my shoulder.
"Jacob." She says, her voice light. Almost a coo. I rub my eyes, adjusting to the morning light, shining harshly in my room. "Did you get your blood this morning?" she asks. I nod, my cheek puffed in a pout. "Good good." she looks at the pile of dirty clothes, giving it a disgusting expression. She then turned her head back over to me. "I have meeting this morning, and your father as one too, now, will you please pick up your room?" she asks, rather than demands.
"Okay," I stretch, and sit up. My mother, looking tired, her long, blonde hair lay flat on her shoulders.
"And get your sister to help you, Your father and I will be gone all morning."
"And feed her breakfast too?" I ask.
"Yes." My mother says, standing.
"Man, you should start paying me."
She gave me a dirty look. "You're her brother. You will take care of her, without compliment." She speaks, sternly.
"I'm only kidding." I chuckle. Standing.
"I have to go now, do you promise me you'll behave?"
"I promise."