DISCLAIMER: Hellsing belongs to Kouta Hirano.
~ Holy Sword Temple ~
A young police officer with no living relatives, no real friends, no one left in the world who would miss her now that her coworkers were all dead. A woman who now knew about the existence of the supernatural, who had very nearly escaped becoming one of the undead herself.
Perhaps not the best candidate to be recruited as an Iscariot agent, but Anderson didn't know what else to do with her. The idea of leaving her there - alone, adrift, having lost everyone close to her at the same time as having her worldview shifted - did not sit right with him. Agents of the Hellsing Organization were no doubt on their way to Cheddar Village right now. If he didn't take her with him, they would certainly see fit to either recruit or silence her.
Luckily, Seras already had a passport (although she'd never actually used it for anything before), which made bringing her back to the Vatican City with him was less complicated than it could have been.
Glancing down at the girl as she murmured one of her lost comrade-in-arms' names, seeing the tears that leaked from the corners of her closed eyes as she slept in the plane seat beside him, Anderson was certain he'd made the right decision.
Bishop Maxwell was not pleased with having the results of Anderson's decision sprung on him with no forewarning. ("You could have at least called first and let me know!") But he could hardly object to the paladin's plan now that the girl was already here and seemed determined to become a slayer of the undead herself - with or without Iscariot's help or approval.
It wasn't as though they had a way to erase her knowledge of the undead. And if they sent her back to England by herself, she would most likely end up either getting herself killed by investigating the incidents on her own, or fall into the hands of Hellsing.
So, in the end, he figured it was better for him to train her here at Iscariot rather than send her back into the clutches of monsters or heathens of a deviant faith.
Despite some measure of homesickness, Seras adjusted quickly to her new life as a holy monster-slayer in training.
Trading her police uniform for a nun's habit was an odd change for Seras, who was not used to wearing long flowing skirts. Combat training with Father Anderson and some of the other younger Iscariot agents was awkward for the first few days, until the one called Yumie took it upon herself to teach Seras how to maneuver properly so as not to trip over her own skirts during battle.
In addition to target practice with firearms, which she was already somewhat familiar with from her former police training, Seras was also undergoing endurance training to improve her general strength, and swordfighting would soon be added to her routine.
~to be continued~
A/N: This chapter is more a of prologue, and the rest will be less choppy.