A.N. I don't own Hellsing, yada yada yada…but I do own almost every other character in this chapter.

Prologue

"I'm Harry Anders from MI5, you must be Thomas", Harry firmly shook his hand.

"Yes, well I'm glad you could make it Mr. Anders."

Harry stood gazing out at the sun setting. "Where is she?"

Thomas led Harry out to the shed out behind the orphanage.

Thomas unlocked the door revealing the young girl. Her yellow shirt ripped with holes and scratches. Her pink shorts covered in mud, hair caked with dirt to the point where her blond hair turned brownish and her shoes missing. The chains around her body prevented her from moving much while making her break out in a rash. The only audible sounds were growls from her throat. Thomas moved forward to comfort the girl when Henry grabbed his arm.

"You need to be more careful around her lad, young werewolves aren't fully aware of their strength and are very aggressive", Harry calmly spoke.

"They normally begin shifting at puberty and also have increasing abilities after their puberty."

"She couldn't have been bitten under my care, I…I would have known." Thomas rubbed the back of his neck. "Could it be possible that she'd been bitten before entering the orphanage and didn't show any signs until now?"

"It's probably the case. I", he hesitated for a moment. "I used to know her father, which is why I took the case. Couldn't believe in a million years of something like this happening to the girl. He couldn't have been a werewolf, not in a million years. The only way someone is born a werewolf is if the father himself is one. Female werewolves can't bear children due to their constant shifting during the months." Harry sighed.

"But, the ones who murdered him, they savagely attacked him and his wife. Some of the towns people said wolves attacked them we do have a problem from time to time. But others in the town believe that they were werewolves."

They shared silence for a brief moment.

"So what will you do with her?" Harry could see the plea in Thomas's eyes for her safety. The young caretaker already made up his mind that he would make sure Seras will be taken care of despite her situation.

Moving closer to the girl, Harry extended his arm slowly towards her. She jerked, but accepted his hand ruffling her mud caked hair. "I will take care of her" Harry softly sighed. "It's the least I can do for my old friend."

Harry stumbled to find the light in his basement. He hadn't been down there much and seemed to have forgotten which wall it was located on.

CLICK

He sighed. Then moved on to find his cot.

"Well its not the best place in the world but it will do for now." Harry pulled an old cot out, dusting off the mattress for her. Seras stood by the stair case clutching onto her blanket tightly around her frail body. Her bare feet curled on the grainy cold floor, sending a shiver through her, while taking in all that she saw around her. She missed Thomas, and the orphanage. Having her own room, a window view, and even other kids to play with. Now she was confided to a dank, dark basement. It was like a punishment for everything she had done. Her face felt swollen, while pressure began to spread in her chest.

Harry turned around to greet the girls face, to find her crying. Struggling to wipe her tears while clutching the overly large blanket. "Don't cry Seras, it will be alright", he softly spoke. He walked over to the girl and knelt down. Seras wiped her falling tears trying to stop them from falling. She distance herself from him, stepping backward clumsily.

"Is…is it because of all the fights? Thomas always said he would relocate me if I'm bad…did he send me away…be..because he's upset with me?", she hiccupped. "No!" Harry interrupted.

"Thomas loved you Seras, he still does. He sent you away for your safety, you weren't safe at the orphanage anymore. I know its complicated, but one day you will understand."

The blanket began to droop in the girls arms. She lifted the blanket over her head and inhaled the smell. She could still smell the orphanage in the blanket, it brought her back to where she belonged. She could see the kids playing in the back yard. Her room that she shared with two other girls, her toys and pictures. The smells, the sounds began to return, which gave her a warm feeling in her stomach.

"For now you can sleep down here. I still have to fix up your room upstairs." Harry didn't have it in him to tell her what she was, not tonight. She had already been through too much, telling the girl that she was a werewolf, a monster, would just send the girl over the edge. He would save it for later.

Harry left her in the basement. Leaving alone in the dark, which was a big fear of hers. Seras breath quickened. She could hear the drips of water, the hollow sounds, the creaks in the floor above her. The smell of dampness made her noise rumple. Why was everything so loud and smelly? Had it always been that way?

A figure shifted around the basement, she was sure of it. Seras whimpered softly while pulling the cover over her head where she went back to her special place, forgetting about the figure and the darkness.

AN: I know I'm a bad person for many reasons (cough other updates). This was something that's been in my head for awhile but very difficult to piece together. It's a little rushed though. Let me know what you think.