Disclaimer - I do not own Hellsing in any way, shape, or form, and if I falsely say that I do, let God's wrath be more painful than a thousand silver bullets.


It was dark out that night. Too dark to see, which is why Catherine brought a flashlight along. I told her everything would be fine. It was only a walk through the woods. But I had never anticipated to meet that pale man with the red eyes. Neither of them seemed very friendly, but one was certainly...different.

If Catherine had just stayed home, or maybe if I had listened to her, this never would have happened. So technically, I'm blaming myself, which is what most normal humans would do. But I'm not human anymore, which I suppose makes it strange.

I guess you want me to get on with the story, right. Very well.


"Are you sure it's safe to go out this late? My mum says I'm not supposed to be out after 11:00..." Catherine wavered, gripping the handle of the flashlight tightly. I sighed.

"Of course it's safe, Catherine. Besides, If you're at my house, then my rules apply, and we can go out until 12." Catherine shook her head in a way that said I don't like this. All we could hear were our footsteps on the dead leaves and crickets chirping. If someone were approaching, we wouldn't have heard them unless we stopped. I stared up at the full moon and blinked. "See, it's perfectly fine." All I heard was a whimper, and I turned to see if she was hurt. I can tell you, I almost retched at the sight. A dark man with glowing red eyes had Catherine in some sort of spinal lock. She looked at me. Her face was stricken with terror. In between shivers, she managed to whisper, "Help me."

I was instantly covered in a cold sweat. Was this really happening? Was my friend really in danger? The man chuckled sinisterly and looked at me. I could feel myself shaking now, and it seemed that if I moved at all, the man would lunge for me next. But what was he here for?

"You two are both virgins, correct?" he demanded. I tried stepping away, but I was caught by a bedraggled man. His eyes were nothing but black sockets, and he smelled like rotting flesh. If I hadn't known any better, I'd think he was a zombie, or a ghoul, or whatever it is they call a person that has been brought back to life from the dead. Catherine screeched as the man holding her ran his free hand over her breasts. I tried to jump at him, but the savage arms of the ghoul man held me back.

I kept struggling as the man pinned Catherine against a tree. She was crying now, and every breath seemed to be forced and painful. The man took one hand and put it down the front of Catherine's shorts. She screamed and tried to get away, but the man kept a firm hold on her shoulder..

"You may be not, but I still can't risk another two vampires walking around. I'll have a ghoul army..thousands of them, and you two are going to help me." he cackled. I kept struggling, but the ghoul man was stronger than he appeared.

Everything seemed to happen in a haze after that, the man stripping Catherine of her garb and violating her, and her screams still echoing in my ears. I sobbed, for as strong as I was, the whole instant had rendered me helpless. All I could see was their two bodies, and then what horrified me the most, the man opened his mouth to reveal fangs and he bit her neck! He sucked her dry, I could tell, and she looked as frail and lifeless as a broken porcelain doll. She finally got up, but she was different. In fact, her appearance was similar to that of the man holding me back. The man, whom I declared a vampire, moved towards me quickly, his hand firmly gripping my breast. I shrieked.

"Now it's your turn girl! Join your friend in my army!" He cried. I whimpered as his hand traveled downwards. He began to unzip my jeans, and I squirmed to get away. His grip was to hard, though, and all I could do was wiggle closer into the back of the ghoul, who was fondling with my rear at the moment. I closed my eyes and braced myself.

All I heard was a loud bang, like a gunshot. It sounded close up, and I flinched from the volume of the sound. The vampire in front of me turned around, letting go of my breast. I took this opportunity and kicked and screamed with all my might, and finally managed to get away from the ghoul. I ran as fast as I could, but the vampire caught my throat with his arm. He let go and hit the pressure point in the back of my neck. All I heard was gunshots as everything swelled into darkness.