Sleep. It is a funny concept. To those of the living it is a kind of reprieve from where their subconcious can be released thus saving them from insanity. To a vampire, there is no such release. We do not sleep. We merely pass out until we need to arise again. To us there is no escape from anything. We are born predators. We fear nothing. Not even insanity.

I must say though we do experience a type of dreaming. Scattered thoughts and memories from which we have somehow retained from when we were of the past that are but cloudy whispers that linger and dissapate once viewed. I scoffed in amusement. Even her human memeories were devoured by the vampiric blood now coursing through her veins.

As the girl "slept" I wondered briefly as to what she dreamed of. Perhaps memories of her past life that were particularly violent and grusome. Or perhaps times of joyful past times. In any case, she would awaken soon and such thoughts were going to be insignificant and, if fortune willing, lost to her new vampiric mind.

"Is she awake?" a voice in my head asked.

"No. However, she can't sleep much longer, her body is now completely dead. The thirst will awaken her," I answered.

"Good. I'll be down shortly,"

Emotions were never really a necessity of our species but if I could describe the feeling I felt at this moment, it must have been pride, admiration or joy. I sired a beautiful draculina. An innocent child of the night. One capable of such kindness and such destruction. A fine balance. I wondered if she would surpass me. I knew I would wait and keep her safe until that day arrived. Until then I would bide my time by watching my creation come into her own.

I brushed back her hair gently. She stirred at my touch.

"Wake up girl, someone will be here to see you shortly," I cooed into her mind.

Her beautiful eyes slowly crept open. The hue of her pupils were crimson before they turned blue as she focused her hazy gaze. She looked up at me in confusion. I smiled revealing my fangs to her. She gazed at me as if trying to place aq name to a familiar face.

"How does it feel to be a vampire?" I asked as I saw the dawning of comprehension play across her face.

"You're...You're not human..." she managed.

"No...Neither arer you," I chuckled slightly at her obvious assumption.

"You said vampire? I didn't know they existed...I thought they were myths...fairy tales..."

"Oh they're real alright," said a clear british voice from the shadows. "Real enough to be kept secret,"

"Who are you?!" the girl squeaked in surprise.

"Your new master. From now on you work for me,"

"Master? Work? What kind of work?"

"As I said, Vampires are real. The ones that wreak havoc and openly display themselves to the public need to be silenced. As you have already surmised, they aren't easy to be put down by mere humans. They require excorcism by real hunters. Namely you and Arucard. Now get dressed. We have a mission lined up for you and we're very eagaer to find out if you're Hellsing material."

An old man in a butler uniform kindly handed her a neatly folded uniform. The girl looked at the clothes then back at the man who held them.

"I'm Walter. Among many things I'm also the Hellsing family butler. Please call on me if you need any assistance of any kind," he said smiling an ancient smile.

The girl took the clothes and tried to smile back. As she pulled back her lips to show her toothy grin she must have felt her new set of teeth. She ran her finger over them and jerked in surprise as she cut herself on her new fangs.

"They're sharp," she said staring at the blood.

"All the better to eat with," I said chuckling hard.

"Report to the helipad in ten minutes. You have until then to acqaint yourself with your new body," said my master before she left.

"Not too bright this one," she said privately in my head.

"The new ones never are," I sighed back.

"Ten minutes," she called over her shoulder before she left with Walter in tow.

Five minutes passed and she was still gazing at her bloodied finger. She looked at it as if she hadn't seen blood before.

"You should change, police girl. Our master isn't a patient one."

"Huh? Oh yes... change..."

She picked up the uniform and began to change then suddenly she looked at me.

"Can I get some privacy please?" she asked shyly.

I chuckled. Modest even under these circumstances.

"Two minutes," I said over my shoulder as I phasesd through the wall.