Chapter 1

Sir Gabriel Vitale Quincy Hellsing was a young man of twelve years. He bore his mother's ice blue eyes without the serious demeanor and wore the short messy jet black hair of a father Seras had yet to meet. His skin was a healthy olive and his features very rounded from the childhood innocence. All this Seras studied from over the rim of her wine glass while sitting at the table waiting for Sir Integra. His tiny fingers fidgeted with the cloth of maroon napkin as he tried not staring at her. Seras could tell he had yet to deal with her kind or any matter.

"How old are you?"

Seras grinned along the rim of her glass before she calmly placed it back on the table. She eyed the boy and watched as he stopped fidgeting. Her eyes noted that he seemed like a doll dressed in his violet polo and slacks.

"What year is it?" Seras softly questioned back.

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion but he replied, "Twenty-fourteen."

Seras pressed her lips as she placed her elbows upon the table and acted as if she were counting. The boy leaned forward in interest temporarily forgetting his anxiety of the vampire.

"I was twenty when I died…"

"Where are your manners?"

Seras' mouth slammed shut and her eyes widened. She recognized the voice despite the aged tenor it had taken. Sir Integra walked into the room looking exactly as she did the day Seras was confined. The only difference, her suit was dusty olive and her tie beige. Her face was still slightly tan and held few lines from the years, and scars from the war.

Seras removed her elbows from the table and neatly folded her hands in her lap while Gabriel scowled and looked away with a muttered apology.

"I swear," Integra began. "One sits like a man and the other asking a lady her age."

Seras chuckled and replied, "There are worst things to ask."

Integra sighed and took her seat across from Gabriel. She gently and quickly unfolded her napkin before placing it on her lap. Blue and Crimson clashed, Seras could see the emotion within Integra's eyes that she refused to show.

"The world has changed, but it's good to be back," Seras admitted.

Integra relaxed and Seras knew she had said the right thing. Seras smirked as Gabriel watched his mother interact with the supposed vampire who sat in direct sunlight.

"Did you enjoy your sleep?" Integra questioned.

Seras shrugged and replied, "I don't know. One moment I closed my eyes and the next I woke up to the newest Hellsing heir."

"I understand why you did it, though I did miss you," Integra sighed as she stared at her empty.

"Vampires sleep?" Gabriel blurted. "Why is she in the sun?"

"Gabriel!" Integra scolded.

Seras laughed and stated, "I do sleep and not all vampires are confined to the night."

Gabriel nodded, still not understanding, but satisfied that he had gained an answer. His food was placed in front of him and he happily smiled at the meal, which Seras noted was a simple grilled cheese.

"Didn't you teach him?" Seras questioned Integra.

Integra released a burdened breath as she watched her son eat. No, she hadn't drilled him with the same lessons her father had her. There had been nothing showing proof of more vampires till a few years ago within America. She gave Seras a look that she had seen before. Seras recognized it as the gaze her mother had given her, it was pleading. It seemed motherhood did change women.

"I understand, but now…"

"There's no choice," Integra angrily spat. "Vampire…not a freak, but an actual vampire from god knows where attacked us!"

"Hellsing is the last of creditable vampire hunters," Seras reminded.

"My son and I were a bonus…there have been threats against you," Integra stated.

Seras froze in mid reach for her cup. Vampires were after her. She couldn't fathom why they would want her. The war had ended, she had hunted all freaks to retirement, and then she had forced her body into a coma. The stress of losing her Master and Pip had consumed her with grief once her rage had been spent. There was nothing more for her besides rest and Integra had approved it for her. There was no reason for vampires to want her.

"Why me?" Seras finally and simply questioned.

"You are the last of the Dracul bloodline, Seras," Integra began as her index finger tapped the table. "It is only natural that whatever happens within the world will affect you as well."

Seras agreed and nodded as she stared at the various tabloids covering the table. She didn't know anything about politics or vampire politics. The fact that vampires even had such thing eluded her. It appeared that certain leaders were gathering and had announced their existence. The vampires had gained a type of clemency allowing them to act as citizens within America. She understand that the vampires living in each state were governed by a Master vampire, that answered to the Master that sired them.

"Why would vampires show themselves?" Gabriel questioned

"That's the mystery."

"The war was covered up as a simple mad Nazi wishing revenge, so that couldn't be the motivation. If they feared the incident then they would've helped stop the Major," Seras reasoned.

"True, but these beings are no longer human," Integra reminded. "They don't function as humans function anymore. The war was a human matter and left to mortals."

"Maybe…they can't hide anymore," Seras mused as she shifted her gaze to Integra.

"Survival it is then, which means that they are true in their intentions," Integra muttered and not to happily.

"There have been attempts on their lives by mortals and vampires alike," Seras sighed. The tabloids clearly showed that.

Integra nodded.

"The hate is going to turn into a war.

"The vampires of China have created a synthetic blood mostly of plasma called Syn. Food is not an issue."

"Then it's just hate crimes," Seras affirmed.

"What's so bad if they just wish to existence?" Gabriel interrupted. His plate pushed aside.

"What is dead should remain dead," Seras simply replied.

"What about you?" Gabriel questioned. "You're not bad…you saved me."

"Seras is special," Integra answered, "A friend that I trust with my life. She is not like the others."

"How do you tell the difference between good vampires and bad vampires?" Gabriel questioned.

Seras scowled and sharply replied, "You can't. A good vampire is a dead vampire. We are all bad and we owe no allegiances to any mortal!"

Seras stood from the table and left the room leaving Gabriel shocked and Integra stunned.

'Have I forgotten what father taught me?' Integra wondered.

She couldn't believe that Seras would turn into the creatures that had to be hunted. The girl was a vampire, but she was more. Integra gave her son a kiss and excused herself as she followed after Seras. She traveled the halls until she spotted the girl staring at a large portrait. Seras smelt her before she heard the soft steps and knew Integra was watching her.

"When did you add Master's portrait?" Seras questioned without removing her gaze.

There he was, sitting in his chair holding his goblet of wine with his legs crossed and his glasses and hat off to the side on the table. His eyes staring at whoever passed by.

"I had it commissioned when the last Freak was destroyed," Integra answered as she gazed at the portrait.

Seras closed her eyes and sighed as she just stood there in silence. During her sleep she hadn't been aware, but now she was aware of everything. Time really had no meaning for her and staring at this portrait reminded her that she would have to face reality. People around her would die.

"Sir Integra, you are the leader of Hellsing and must enforce in your son the nature of vampires. There can be no doubts for the heir."

"I know, but it had been so peaceful…I dared to hope."

"There is nothing wrong with hope as long as you never forget, so tell me," Seras questioned. "What are my orders?"

"Seras, you've just awoken, don't you wish for some time to adjust?" Integra questioned.

Seras doubled over in laughter as she thought the question over. Her belly ached, but her humor had returned in this dreadful moment.

"I have all the time in the world as long as you allow my existence," Seras chuckled.

"Seras, you have done what not even Alucard could do."

Seras arched a brow at this.

"You have served Hellsing…me loyally without the seals."

Seras glanced at her gloves that remained free of the symbols that bound Alucard. She had proven that a vampire could exist with humans peacefully, but their nature was still wild. Without control Seras knew, that she could easily slaughter. Seras didn't bother sighing. She offered a bright smile at Integra.

"Go to America Seras, represent the Dracul bloodline, and determine if these vampires are worth a thing."

"Sir?"

"It is your duty to represent your bloodline and it is Hellsing's duty to protect against threats. I trust you to determine threatening party. We've already had a war, how much worse can peace be?"

"Many horrors have been done all for the sake of peace," Seras reminded. "It could become much worse."

"If you're going to be negative after ever sleep you enter then I won't allow anymore of your induced comas," Integra stated as she turned and began to walk away. "Now get to work."

Seras smirked.

Zackary 'The Beautiful' Torino was a strange man born out of a strange marriage. His mother had died in shame after getting drunk and pregnant by a French man in a lavatory. She was a Northern Italian woman that had been disowned and married to the drunken French man. He took his mother's fair features of her light brown slightly curly hair and pale skin, but gathered his facial features and eyes from his father. How he ended up with emerald eyes he would never know since he never met his father. A wedding occurred a week before his birth and a divorce happened the day after his birth. He could honestly claim he wasn't a bastard.

He raised the unlit cigarette to his mouth and held it between his lips as he sat on the ledge of the building. His eyes scanned the smog filled sky of Chicago. The lights from the tall buildings were the stars in this massive city. His hair blew into his face as a chilled breeze stirred the odd lengths of his hair. Scanning the streets below he turned his gaze to the window where the council was meeting with a senator. He didn't know what the council was for, but he knew he was getting paid to protect it. Money asked no questions. A shadow traveled along the wall and his eyes narrowed. He moved off the ledge and picked up his weapon. The MSG90 was stabilized upon the ledge as he focused his sight through the scope. Staring through it he wondered why a man would hang of the side of the building. He could clearly see the man had scaled the wall with nothing but his limbs. If he was interested in the freaks this city offered he might research. He shrugged to assure himself he didn't care and he tenderly pulled the triggered. The shot made no sound as it embedded itself into the person's head. The man exploded into ash and was lost to the wind.

Zackary Torino wondered if he would have to light this cigarette. He set the gun aside and inhaled the polluted air. He loved Chicago. It was beautiful, dangerous, and had the best popcorn stand in Union Station. He suddenly wished he would've picked up more of the cheddar and caramel mix as he sat here watching the boring negotiations. He moved his form to resume his sitting upon the ledge and brushed the dust from his black pants and leather jacket. His loosely curled hair hung in his eyes and he sighed.

It was going to be a long night.

Vampires…such nonsense, of course the truth never made sense.

Notes:

I must thank the first four reviewers for their input! Cherry scones to you!

I know the idea of Seras being sealed and then awakened is common, but I thought what if she served Hellsing and decided to induce a deep sleep? She's become a full vampire, drank the blood of her love, watched her master die, and destroyed the remaining freaks, a bit stressful. The sleep was like an unaware vacation for her.

I hope you enjoyed the introduced characters.

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