Upon thinking back on her time spent at Hellsing Academy thus far, Seras felt undeniably an outcast

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Chapter 2

We're the Chosen Ones

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Upon thinking back on her time spent at Hellsing Academy thus far, Seras felt undeniably an outcast. The other four vampires who had entered the school at the same time as her seemed to have perfectly assimilated into life at the boarding school leaving her tearfully behind in the proverbial dust. She had been dead a whole month and believed herself to be far behind classmates. They were all discovering their new powers and she was still stuck at square one as she had been unable to bring herself to drink blood. She had realized that the supply allotted the students was from a donated supply, it even arrived at the academy in a large white truck with a red cross painted on the sides, but that did little to inspire a willingness to drink within her. She supposed that she was a vampire complement of a vegetarian in her refusal to consume human products. She satisfied her carefully checked hunger with a hidden reserve of beef jerky from her closet. It did little to help her as it only provided a placebo effect. In other words, her satisfaction was all in her head. She wanted to believe with all of her heart that she was very different from the lawyer who had slaughtered all of those young children that fateful night and was determined to keep her newly formed vampire self from devouring her long dependent human side.

The one thing that she remained good at was her training. Having had years of training in the police force previously, she was the teacher's pet in combat exercises which her newly found skills only honed further. The only real challenge had been to master the third eye technique although she did not find it all that useful as it was always strangely blurred. She how long it would take to end their training and begin hunting. She had yet to leave the academy grounds but she figured it was too soon for that as vampire-wise her and her teammates had only truly begun to develop their abilities. The only real advantages that had made themselves known to her at this time were increased speed and highly sharpened senses which even she had to admit were quite useful despite their inability to outweigh the cons of vampirism.

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She couldn't remember much about the night of her turning following the gunshot and her loss of consciousness. She had had only dim nightmares of her death mixed with fear and admiration for the mysterious man in red. She awoke in a hospital bed two days following her fatal accident. The first thing she noticed was that her wrists and ankles had been firmly secured to the bed, a fact which she had found very strange. An even stranger thing was that upon closer inspection, she realized that her skin beneath the shackles was bloody and blistering for reasons unknown to her. She gently shifted her arm within the cold embrace of the manacle and immediately froze as a sharp pain shot up her arm with a metallic after tone. The strong smell of sulfur accompanied by a tendril of brownish smoke drifted up from her arm. Her confusion was forgotten as a soft voice belonging to an aged man standing in the doorway of the room broke her thoughts.

"They're silver. It's harmful to you now so it is best if you don't aggravate the wound any more than you have to."

Seras glanced up to see an older gentleman with gray hair tied back into a short ponytail, adorned in a dignified suit complete with a monocle. His posture was rigidly perfect, he looked nothing short of a butler. Now she believed that she had seen everything. Her only response to his warning was to blink. He continued:

"I understand that you are shocked by this situation. Believe me when I say that we are as well. This is the first time that he has ever pulled a stunt like this." The older man said calmly with a slight smirk of amusement.

"Excuse me, but who are you and why am I chained to this bed?" Seras asked as calmly and humbly as she could, choosing to ignore his reference to "him" in the light of more important issues at hand.

"Oh, my apologies Miss Victoria. My name is Walter Dornez and I serve as the assistant to the Headmistress of Hellsing Academy, which is your current location. Furthermore, you are chained to this bed as a means of protection."

Seras looked at him in surprise, slightly overwhelmed by the information and the questions which arose with it, she decided to address his second comment which seemed the easiest to confront.

"Um. I can assure you, Mr. Dornez, that I will not harm myself. I have no history of mental illness so there is no reason to protect me from myself. That's absurd!" Seras said forcing a fake laugh. Walter sensed that she was beginning to lose her head in the situation and decided that this conversation needed to be wrapped up quickly before he had a berserk vampire to deal with in addition to Sir Integra's evening tea.

"Please call me Walter, that is sufficient name enough Miss Victoria. Ah, you have a meeting with the headmistress in a few minutes and I was sent to make sure that you are prepared. You have no choice in the matter and if you do as you are told, you have a good chance of coming out of here alive."

How does he know my name?

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Seras rarely saw Walter after that day. Sometimes she would pass him in a hallway on the way to class and he would shoot her an apologetic smile but other than that she had not really interacted with him much. She admired him and was grateful to him for being somewhat gentle with her that day on which she was truly at her weakest. She was the most appreciative for the single most important piece of advice she had received thus far which was basically: 'Do as you are told and we won't shoot your ass'. She hoped that by following the rules she would uphold her already precarious hold on her unlife. Regardless of her current state, she still very much wanted to live and was not quite ready to lose her unlife as well, especially not to the smoking gun of The Man.

Another mystery still left unsolved in her new life was the identity of the 'man in red' as she had aptly named him. She judged that the reason she had not seen a trace of him was due to the sheer size of the academy. It was quite large and was the home to a great many people both human and vampire alike. There were around a hundred fledglings and countless human soldiers all training for the same aim. She hadn't had much contact with the soldiers, as fledglings her age were not deemed trustworthy around human units as of yet. The academy was the proud owner of an expansive air force for it's private use and priority access to the royal Navy, all possible thanks to the Queen. It was thus quite easy to get lost on the grounds alone and so she had resigned herself to a few days of a fruitless search. However, as of late she was beginning to doubt his existence even. Given the supernatural nature of her new life it was entirely possible that she had dreamed him up. He was all too perfect to be real anyways. Besides, she was working off of the assumption that he lived and worked here in the first place. She had asked around, but among the ranks of the fledglings he was largely unknown which led her to believe even more that he was simply a beautiful fragment of her imagination.

Her thoughts were interrupted by someone nudging her in the ribs admittedly painfully. She turned to find one of her squad mates, a short girl with carefully styled chestnut colored hair by the name of Angela. Seras knew little about her except that she was not yet resigned to the life of a soldier. She was infuriatingly vein which would make her a liability in battle as demonstrated when recently out training in the woods surrounding the large manor. She had gotten a twig tangled in her thick and heavily manipulated hair. She refused to move until it had been carefully removed and her hair was replaced to its former glory. Seras supposed that Angela was living proof that vampires could uphold some degree of humanity. But who could guess as to how that might change after her first experience with bloodlust. Angela's eyes were an ordinary brown hue proving that despite her ability to down a packet of medical blood, she had yet to come to terms with her vampiric persona.

"So…Have you eaten yet?" Angela asked with an air of suspicion. Sera knew that sooner or later others would notice that she had been skipping out on her rations and also knew that if that knowledge were to become widespread it would lower her status in the pecking order significantly no matter how good of a shot she was.

"Yeah, it was my lucky day! I got a packet of B positive, can you believe it!" Seras forced out a girlish giggle but let it feebly flop on its face as Angela shot her a nasty glare before walking off in a carefully calculated huff. Seras sigh softly knowing that Angela was going to pose a large problem in the future. She turned to look out a nearby window and gaze at the crescent moon in all its glory on a clear, indifferent night.

"I really should go get ready for practice." She said softly to herself. It took her second to realize what she had calculated and another to realize what that meant. She had developed yet another seemingly useful vampiric ability. Although at this time in her unlife it meant very little to her, she now seemed able to read the moon.

Like a giant sundial. Sometimes I miss the sunlight but now that I think about it, I always preferred the company of the moon to that of the sun. Objects, scenes, cityscapes, and even people, moonlight erases the flaws and the corruption from them leaving them seemingly perfect, if only for a short time. What a beautiful night…

I couldn't agree with you more, Police Girl.

Authors note: Wow, two chapters in the space of 24 hours! Perhaps I am having too much fun with this. I most likely will not be updating again until this weekend because next week is the beginning of the most horrible time in my life, final exams! Dun dun dun. My condolences for those of you, if any, who are facing the horrors of the IB exams next week along with me, my heart goes out to you.

Alas, IB exams have also stole my beta from me as well as my life. So, I am beginning a beta search. Because…I plan on continuing this story for some time. My problems are that I don't always have time to edit as well as I want and I don't always realize my mistakes until it is way too late. So…Any takers? Any at all?

This chapter was a little slow but a necessary addition in order to provide important insight and background. So, please just put up with it, next chapter will tell more of her daily life at school. I am thinking that next chapter I will also put poor Seras out of her misery and arrange a meeting with the ever illusive man in red. I know, about time right?

Please, please leave me some feedback! I am dying here! Thank you to those of you who have reviewed, I love you guys, next chapter is dedicated to you.