This is my first Hellsing FanFic! Sorry if there's any OOCness, I will try to keep them in character. The pairing might be AxOC, I dunno... Now, before you go: MarySue? I want to give you some insight on my OC.

Micole Nachelle Niculescu "Mania" A red haired, green eyed twenty year old, born on midnight thirtieth of October, making her a "Halloween Child" her mother labelled her a devil's child, and around fifteen, Micole began showing signs of hypomania (hence her nickname Mania), her mother fearing that she truly was the "Devil's Child", she sent her away to a Mental Home, where she finished growing up in. She stills resides there today, since she has problems in crowds or with people generally. She also enjoys creating bombs, history, butterfiles but hates bunnies.

Now, as they say.. Don't judge a book by it's cover!

When I was first dropped off at my new home, I was eager to learn about my so called "disorder", which I don't think of a disabilty. My creativity and energy from having Hypomania makes me who I am. Micole Nachelle. Yes, a wierd name, but when my mother believed I was some evil creature, she tried to give me a name to warn people. Of what? Of who I am? Of my hyperness? Of what?! I can never ask her, she doesn't even want to see me. She forbids anyone in her house to see me. Only my younger sister, Adelina, comes by.

So, today was no different. Facing no problems with my bipolar disorder, I was free to do as I pleased with the expection of seeing my therapist and taking my medication. I decided the library, having been told the books I have been begging my doctor, Dr. Geralds, to order. Books about butterflies and bombs. Yes, a strange obession I have. One day, when I am able to fully interact in crowds, I will help with the making of bombs and maybe have a hobby of taking photos of butterflies in their natural habitat. It's a goal I repeat to myself everyday, it's a goal that makes me work with interacting and socializing. If it takes ten years, than I will continue. Never give up.

Entering the library, I take quick notice of a good friend, Lola. Her eyes meet mine, a clash of brown against green. I grin, skipping over to her. She smies, tucking her blonde hair behind one ear.

"H-hi, M-M-Mania." She stutters, her fingers lift one page delicatly. Like me, she shares a passion of history and classics, indulging herself in Dracula by Bram Stoker.

"Heeeeeey, Loolaaaa." I sing, hugging her tightly, my eyes widening. "Why you reading? Huh? Bored?"

"So-sort o-of." She stubles over her words, knitting her brows in frustration. I smile again, this time pulling away and waving my hands infront of my face.

"Me too! Oh my gawd! Oo, oo! Guess what?"

Lola laughs, shutting her book. "W-What?"

"I like unicorns." I burst into giggles, jumping up and down on the balls of my feet, "oooo."

"S-shu-shut u-up." Lola snaps, but there is a smile on her lovely face and I can't help but snort, throwing myself into another fit of giggles.

Reading ended when there was a loud crash coming from the halls, Lola jerks up from the table, having fallen asleep she rubs her face, looking around. Spotting me, she scowls. "W-what d-did yo-you do?"

"That was not me!" I wail, tossing the Butterflies of North America (Kaufman Focus Guides) on the chair I sat on. I brush my red hair back, blinking. "Just 'cause I set off a gas bomb last week does not mean I did it this time!" That was only because they banned me from using any objects that could cause any explosions.

There's another crash, this time screams follow and the smoke alarms blare. Lola cries in shock as I run towards the library door, I throw a dirt glare her way, she then covers her mouth, eyes watering. The alarms grow louder when I push open the library door, eyes narrowed I look around. The smoke hid any halls, but to be safe, I cover my mouth, my head screams at me No! Don't! But I ignore it, waving one hand I motion Lola to follow.

Safety for Lola! I think, blocking the thoughts that tell my not to do it. Lola grabs the back of my grey tee, the normal attire for the mental home. All grey and black.

"Wh-what..?" She whimpers, I cough.

"Smokers..." I grumble, she nods as if she understands. "Okay.. We need to fine a window. Fresh air!" I cough again, eyes watering. My mind races like my heart and blood, I grin. People are running, crashing into us, screaming. What happened...? Spotting a window, I grab Lola's arm, ignoring her cry of shock as I hurry us to it.

When I reach it, it won't budge, infact, it takes me a minute to remember that all the windows are screwed shut. I swear.

"M-Ma-Mania!" Lola yelps, I turn but before I could comprehend, my mind blacks out from to much smoke.

Hellsing

"Damn those vampiric freaks!" Intergra slams her fist onto the table, biting her cigar in half. Beside her loyal slave, Alucard and a blonde large breasted woman, Seras.

"It seems that attack was just a distraction." Alucard muses, a grin on his face. Intergra growls.

"So, they attacked a Mental Home!?" Intergra ignored the possiblity of crazy, insane people roaming the streets of London. It was already bad enough that there were vampires, but to add mentally insane humans? "What purpose do they find in attacking a Mental Home?!" She barks, grinding her teeth together when she gets a low chuckle.

Three hours ago, there were murders around Brentford, London. And yet, what those damned beings wanted was a place full of crazies. Not only did they kill all the doctors, but they even kidnapped few of the patients. Files of each patients scattered her desk, and she had them all memorized.

Kenith Derrins

Jemma Tomason

Henry Forks

Lola Gennings

Andrew Barks

Micole Niculescu

She sat back down, scowling. Now, they had to deal with finding the vampires, the patients and then.. A new home.

Somewhere

When I wake back up, I'm trapped between two bodies. I growl, struggling when I find rope on my arms.

"Shh!" Comes a low, deep voice. I turn my head, smiling widely as a pair of blue orbs meet my gaze. "Be quiet!"

"Why?!" I raise my voice to show him no one bossed me. He winced.

"Because! They might kill us!" He looks down, trembling.

"Who?" I ask, softly this time. He meets my gaze again.

"Vampires." I stare.

And stare.

And stare.

Before bursting into an uncontrobablly fit of laughter.

BD I tried, I really did! I hope you guys think it's okay.. TwT Atleast I gave it a go!