Authors Notes:
I love Hellsing and the characters, awesome stuff. I watched the original TV season and most of Hellsing Ultimate. Both were good. But I thought it would be fun to rewrite the ending of Hellsing, and this is the intro for it. It's pretty much a chance to give Seras some time to grow as a character and to ease readers into this new story line. I hope you enjoy…
Hellsing
"It takes a man to kill a monster"
Chapter One (Master?)
Sir Integra lay dead on the floor—
Wide-eyed, Seras stared. Her body was stuck. Feet glued. With her lips shaking, she forced a call, "M-master?"
The room spun in chorus to her beating thoughts. It was sudden, too sudden for her to understand. Everything that had happened up to that moment was a blur. No explanation. Just an unfit nightmare. She thought on it, trying to reason and justify. But as she did, she began to realize there was nothing to think about. As if she had just awakened to this moment, Seras was completely lost.
She never thought that Integra would or "could" ever die. Being strong, she survived everything that happened. She was even protected by the strongest vampire in the world. Integra's' "pet" and Seras's master, Alucard. But there was no Alucard. There were no soldiers and no Walter. Just the black, empty house of the Hellsing family, the torn body of Integra, and the woodchips from the broken doors.
She had shattered the doors when busting into the room, throwing the splintered remains to the wall. It took a moment, but the hinged remains had bounced back slightly, squeaking in response. The noise pinched her ears, raising the hairs on her neck. That's when she saw Integra on the floor in front of the desk. Her pale skin, gouged and bruised. Her expensive suit, roughed up. And the infamous long white hair, stained in blood. The entire scene was in all, eerie. Everything she knew lay smashed and invalidated.
Her body trembled, abandoned by her supernatural senses. Leaving her empty. But not for so long, for the night's cold bite had pulled her mind back into place. Letting the gravity of the situation settle. The trembling then calmed and she began to take control of her emotions. To let the strangeness of it all pass and to start thinking of a solution. A response to the murder of Sir Hellsing.
It was obviously too late to do anything. And judging on the blood and bases of the mansion, it had been several hours since anyone else was there. The blood on the floor was dry and the primal sense of danger, well, never existed. There was no one in the middle of escaping and no strange sense of being watched. The hollow feel to the house was enough to say that the killer had left. The worst part was that there was nothing to look for. No one to accuse. No trail to hunt. Integra was dead and there was no one to answer for it.
Seras did the only thing she could do, breathe. Breathe and walk closer to Integras body. That's when she noticed the marks more clearly. The gouges were more bestial than sliced. Whatever had done this had a set of claws and sharp teeth. But the conditions of the marks were more strategic than brutal. As though the killer wasn't out to mangle its victim viciously, but to kill them as quick as possible.
Like a well-placed bite from a leaping predator, the gouges were around the neck and forearm. The attacker was definitely intelligent and had a specific intention in mind. They didn't come out of whim or lust. They came because they had to. Because they were probably hired by someone.
"Someone with money," she mumbled.
That's when she remembered Incognito. His crazed red eye and wicked cackling. It was only a week ago that she witnessed the death of Commander Ferguson. When members of the Round Table had called the attack on Hellsing organization. When everything had collapsed in one night. He too was hired by someone to kill the Hellsing family. As well as the ghoul attack on the mansion. It was clear to her that the enemy behind the previous attacks was definitely behind this one.
"Sir Integra might be dead," she told herself, "But Hellsing is still here. I'm still here. I'll be damned if I let this roach get away with murder!"
Seras clenched her fists in anger. Her eyes slowly turning red. The fear of the situation had passed completely and now it was time for action. She cared about Integra. She cared about the Hellsing "family." Her life was already taken from her before and she was damn certain that she wouldn't lose it a second time.
Passing Integra, she went straight to the desk. Glancing over paperwork and rummaging through drawers, she couldn't find much. Most of the files were simply military reports. Overviews of everything that had happened over the last several months. All cases around the freak chips. But nothing that had a clear answer. Everything written had just been facts on what happened. In frustration she tossed them aside.
"No files! No leads!" she yelled, "Think Seras. Think!"
Her face lit up, "Security cameras!"
She ran out the door and straight through the hallways, directly to the security office. The lights were off in the entire house, but perhaps the cameras were on. She could then get a look at whom or what had killed Integra.
Ripping through the door her eyes shot to the screens. Off.
The entire security of the building was shut off. She flipped the light switch. The florescent bulbs flickered to life, illuminating the room. The power was on, but the security features were off.
"Either they were off already, or the killer had come in here first," she said, "maybe I can get a look at him as he broke into the house."
Seras walked over to the desk and turned the computers on. The screens lit up, showing all the dark hallways of the house. She rewound the tapes and played them. Nothing. She rewound some more. Nothing. After a few minutes of black screens, she slammed her fist onto the desk. Nothing!
"What the hell is the point of security if you don't use it!" she screamed.
She shook her anger away. Disappointment now creeping in. Everything started to seem impossible. A heavy task for a little girl. She knew she wouldn't be able to track down the killer. They were miles away by now. A skilled opponent that knew how to kill without leaving a single trace. Cut the security feed. Erase previous footage. Sneak out the house through the front door, basically. Someone who had been doing their murder work far longer than Victoria had been on the field.
"This is useless," she said.
What she really meant was, "I'm useless." Several years she tried to do everything right. To fit in. But she was always protected. Always looked after. She was the sweet and innocent little daughter to so many people and she knew it. The only reason she got into the police force before was to try and toughen up. But that's what got her into her current predicament. Her failure to act got her killed. Got her comrades killed. Her boss killed. Her head drooped into her hands, blocking tears.
"Nothing can get worked out. I shouldn't have joined. I should have just…" she paused.
A thought had come to mind again. A possible outing. Walter hadn't died in the crash. He was sent to a hospital outside of the mansion. If she could get in touch with him, then he could get the murderer. He could get her to Alucard and he could protect her. He could figure out a way to work everything out.
"He'll know what to do," she said.
Seras walked out the door, clicking off the lights. She already had her military gear on and the moon was high. There was nothing else that she needed. So she left. Headed out to look for Walter. To regroup with a familiar face. Perhaps he will have answers.