Hello everyone! Its so nice to meet you all to the new people reading my work and hello and how are you? To the old people who have read my work. I hope you all like this story, it came to me as an inspiration when I was thinking about making an Alucard and Seras fluff story.

The identity of this character will become more clearer soon. The name will tip you off big time to all you hardcore Hellsing fans. I hope you really like it. There will be more as I write this. Just wanted to give you a little taster. As for my other story "Fields of Innocence" the big update is tomorrow! So please read! And review! Reviews make me happy and when I'm happy I write better and write more and write more quickly.

All constructive critique is welcomed. If you must tell me you didn't like it and don't want to tell me how to fix it. The please simply state in a polite fashion "Sorry, but I didn't like it." Thank you, please enjoy. An update will follow this one quickly. Also if the way I write might seem a little confusing its because of the character that is narrating it. I was feeling in an emo-dark-fruit's basket's Yuki-I-drank-too-much-tea mood when I wrote it. Enjoy!

Blessed be,

- L!z

P.s. the fiction rating is "T" just to be on the safe side. May go up in further chapters.

Disclaimer: You don't own it, I don't own it. No need to rub it in. I do however own the character who is narrating.

Bound at every limb by my shackles of fear

Sealed with lies through so many tears

Lost from within, pursuing the end

I fight for the chance to be lied to again

You will never be strong enough

You will never be good enough

You were never conceived in love

You will not rise above

They'll never see

I'll never be

I'll struggle on and on to feed this hunger

Burning deep inside of me

­- From "Lies" by Evanescence

Prologue

Monster

Just what is a monster? What defines it? Shapes it? Makes it sure? Makes it real and there? What is the difference between a monster and a man? I often asked myself these questions as I lay alone at night. Looking up at the moon shinning so beautifully in the night sky. How I had asked myself over and over again why I was called that. That horrible, disgusting, putrid word.

No matter what I did, what I said I was always called that same name. Over and over again. The voices of men whose voices fell upon me in a harsh rain of pain and suffering. Chinese water torture, Indian burns, they all seemed like mere child's play compared to the way my heart felt as though it was being pierced with a wicked blade. Tears of crimson streaked down my face when I heard their cruel words. Why do they call me a monster? What is a monster? Am I a monster? An abomination? I'd asked myself these questions time in and time out again and no answer ever came. Only the sinking feeling of the heavy possibility that they might have been right. My thoughts turned dark and brought on a whole new array of questions.

If I am a monster then why do I exist? Why was I born? Do I have a purpose? Why am I a monster? The days went by and streaming through my mind were the uncontrollable echoes of voices and thoughts that shouted out to me. Cried to me in hatred.

"Demon child!"

"Abomination!"

"Filthy bitch!"

"Ugly piece of shit!"

"Monster!"

And just like that, too soon. I seemed to delved deeper and deeper into the darkness. Its sickly aura comforting me as I laid to sleep with tears in my eyes. Wrapped in its warm blanket of evil I slept. Their thoughts and their voices echoing in my mind. My heart was in shambles, hanging on only by a few threads of a nonexistent hope I tried to pretend that I still had.

Soon I began to believe their words. Derogatory statements became simple facts. Actions became so commonplace it was like a handshake. My tears dried up, my smiles became rare, I became emotionless, and expressionless. A hollowed out monster. Monster? Still even to this day I still wonder why I was even born if this was all I was going to become. A monster, a demon child, an abomination. Just another random piece of filth, but I supposed it didn't matter. Nothing mattered anymore. I am what I am and I know what I am not. And that will never change. Slowly through time I could slowly feel my heart weakly beating in a faint hope. Till it was silent and moved no more.

My name is Keira Tepes and I am a monster

Yay! Prologue is finished! Cookies to anyone who geussed where the name Tepes comes from. I really hope you all liked it, please review! They make me all warm and fuzzy inside and make me very happy. Also if this is your first time reading my work please visit my profile and read my other works and review. Tomorrow is the big update for my series "Fields of Innocence." Suggestions, comments, opinions, and contructive critique are welcomed on all works of mine. Hope you enjoyed it! So stick around and read more! Because there will be one of the most unlikely plairings in existance. Also please tell me if i should keep it in first person or switch to omnicient. Thanks for reading! See ya!