Disclaimer:
I do not own Hellsing or have any affiliation with the series/manga what-so-ever.
Hellsing belongs to Kouta Hirano.

Summary:
What would have happened if Alucard hadn't saved Seras from the rogue vampire in Cheddar?
Follows the events of the Manga/OVA with a twist. Future AxS


Of Death and Draculinas

Chapter 2: 'Red, Red Wine'


My time with them was short, but I'll always remember our time together. After all, I have… eternity, don't I…?


Red eyes. That was all she saw before she ran as far and as fast as her legs would carry her. Much to her surprise, she had already covered at least five miles and wasn't even close to tiring. She finally halted when she came to a small, rushing spring. Lush greenery gave the atmosphere a very soothing touch.

The girl sighed and slumped down next to the water and scooted to jump in so as to cool herself off, when a voice called out to her, "Hey, girly. You prolly don' wanna be doin' that, eh? You know what they says about flowin' waters, don'cha?"

The girl whirled around and came, literally, face-to-face with a young man not much older than herself. His sandy brown hair was swept neatly over his left eye and came to rest at the base of his neck. His eyes, however, were dark red orbs that frightened her, bringing back memories of the priest and the man in red. "W- who are you?!" she shouted, pulling her gun from her holster.

The man waved his hands across his face rapidly while shaking his head in the negative, "Whoa, whoa, lady! I din' mean to scare ya! Yeesh, put tha' thing away, eh?"

She lowered the pistol only slightly, causing the man to exhale, "Let's try 'is again. M' name's Gerrik," he said with a sweeping bow, "Nosferatu extrordinare! And who mi' you be, my dear draculina?"

She looked at him sceptically but she could tell he was perfectly serious. "Um, my name's Seras. Seras Victoria." she extended her hand to him, "Now, if you'll please accompany me, I'm sure we can find you a nice head doctor." she finished shakily, 'You never know how the crazy types will act…'

The man started laughing heartily before he sat down on a large, nearby rock, "Oh, ya must be new, eh? Don' even know you're a vampire yet, do ya, miss?" he grinned, showing off a row of pointed teeth.

Seras felt her eye twitching. 'V- vampire…?' was her last thought before the ground came rushing up to meet her.


Seras groaned as she opened her eyes. Looking around she saw that she was in what appeared to be a closed off cabin. The windows were boarded up, letting in very little of the sunlight that threatened to break through.

The inside of the cabin, however, was fully furnished. A large pigeon-hole desk sat on one end of the wall opposite her, covered in notes and other illegible scribblings.

As she swung her legs around to get up, she noticed she was not laying on a bed as she originally thought, but on a large, wooden box.

Upon further inspection, she realized she was sitting on a coffin. With a shriek, she jumped off the box and fell to the floor, banging the coffin with her foot in the process.

The box echoed the thump she made before the lid swung open. Long, pale arms stretched out and were swiftly followed by a head of pale white hair.

Seras screamed. The figure jumped in its coffin and whipped its head around, searching for the source of the noise.

Narrowed red eyes locked onto her own making her flinch back. The stranger's eyes softened slightly before he spoke, "Ah, you must be the fledgling Gerrik brought here." The figure rose elegantly out of the coffin and stepped onto the rug, before bowing deeply from the waist. "My name is Dantalion, young one. I lead this coven. Now, where did you come from, childe?"

Seras swallowed. 'The crazies just keep coming!' she thought but was startled when she received a reply.

"Neither I, nor my family are subject to madness." he said, seemingly irrate. Seras did a doubletake, 'Mind reading crazies with psychic powers that think they're vampires and me without my gun… Just great…'

"Okay, sir," she said, getting irritated herself, "If you guys want to believe in vampires, and werewolves and G-" she stopped when she found herself choking.

The man sighed, "You see, childe? You cannot speak of…" he said, halting in his speach and pointing upwards, "You are a vampire, and you are simply going to have to deal with that fact."

Seras got up, a furious expression on her face, "That's ridiculous! I am not a vampire, no one here is!" With that, she got up and stormed out of the tent, ignoring the man's pleading for her to stop.

As she exited the tent, the sun glared onto her, making her scream in pain and run back into the tent.

Her hands were burned black, along with a small part of her face. Dantalion knelt beside her, a sympathetic look on his face. "Do you believe me now, young one?"

Seras nodded, bloody tears falling down her face.

Proof had presented itself; Seras Victoria was a vampire.


Seras had adjusted very slowly to her new life, or un-life as it were. She had been joyously welcomed into Dantalion's coven, three weeks ago. They were secluded in a vast forest with a total of four cabins arranged in a circle with five vampires to a cabin.

She still refused to drink blood, which eventually caused a few other vampires to hold her down and force the blood down her throat.

This had happened almost daily for her first two weeks, and the blood in her system was slowly giving her enough power to heal her burned flesh from her encounter with the sun.

Her face and hands were now smoother than they'd ever been.

The hardest part for her was learning that she had to make her own coffin or she would constantly grow weaker, with or without blood.

One of their vampires, an elderly man named John, a carpenter during his mortal life, had helped her pick out a good tree from the forest that surrounded their cabin.

He had refused however, to help her construct her coffin.

The finished product ended up being a passable attempt at a coffin, though it stuck out in a few odd places.

Dantalion had sent a group of his own fledgling to collect soil from around Seras' old home; she wasn't yet trusted enough to fetch it herself.

She made swift friends of her cabin mates mates, Irene, Emily, and Lyra, though she disapproved of their late night 'hunting'.

The coven consisted of nearly twenty vampires altogether, so the need for blood was frequent. A ballot box in the center of the main cabin was drawn from every five days to select hunters gather blood.

Needless to say, they did not feed off of animals.

Tonight, Seras' cabin was to be sent to gather stray humans and take their blood. Seras was uneasy during their preparations.

Emily and Lyra had explained it to her clearly, though it still made her nervous.

"Seras," Emily had said, "Vampires are seductive creatures. Beautiful, graceful, and deadly."

At Seras' blanched face, Lyra had taken over, rubbing her shoulder in a soothing manner while she spoke, " We're going to be killing people tonight, Seras. Don't you want to make sure the last thing they see is worth dying for?"

In the end she had relented. She allowed the other girls to dress her in an outfit that made her scream 'Come and get some' to anyone who saw her, resulting in wolfish howls from some of the male vampires.

A black leather mini-skirt, a red corset top, and enough mascara to make her eyes look like they had miniature wings attached.

The other three girls were dressed in similar fashion.

When night finally fell, coating the forest in an eerie fog, Seras couldn't help an unsettling feeling that overcame her. The feeling that something very bad was happening.

The four vampires made their way into the nearest town, a small, quaint place about ten miles away. The large pickup's steady humming calming her down somewhat. Let the hunt begin.


As the night progressed, Seras' feeling of ill ease only got worse. They had gathered enough blood to sustain their coven for a month, not bad considering how many mouths they had to feed.

Seras felt bad for the men at first. At least until a lecherous old man tried to sneak his hand up her skirt. He was the first human that she had killed herself.

Irene looked on proudly as she drained his blood into one of the large containers they had stashed into the cooler on bed of the truck.

Emily stretched her arms out above her head and grinned, "Well, that oughta be enough, don'cha think?"

The girls jumped into the truck and drove off into the night, back to their home.


Dantalion was gasping heavily, his chest heaving without taking in the air he hadn't needed for more than fifty years. They had been attacked, viciously, losing more than half their number in moments.

A priest, laughing cruelly, stalked him as he limped into the forest. The rest of his own had fled at his command, with his intent to draw the priest away.

It had worked.

His nails scraped along a tree and he continued, ignoring the blessed blade protruding from his side. His eyes fluttered and he nearly collapsed from the pain. The whistle of a blade cutting air assailed his ears, and another sharp knife pierced his spine.

He choked, blood passing through his lips. And he went down…


Fire, smoke, and the scent of blood not human filled the air. She knew she had felt something was wrong, and now she knew what. Carnage lay about, broken bodies on the ground, mouths wide open, showing off bright, sharp teeth. Seras stood frozen as someone all to familiar walked across the grounds, a gun in each hand, shooting everyone still alive.

The tall, frightening man in red had returned, and he was killing everyone who stood in his way...


A/N: Yes, I finally got around to chapter 2.
Amazing, no?

Black Rien