I do not own Hellsing (Except Tilly)

Whoever had grabbed me had decided not to knock me out. Instead, they handcuffed my hands tightly behind my back. They were either very confident or they didn't plan on letting me live long enough to try and escape. I managed to twist around to see that they were wearing a pure white bird's mask; just like doctors used to when Europe was infected with the Plague.

I knew I was well and royally fucked. Hell, I was in Fuckville, city center. But that didn't stop me from trying to bite his fingers off. They smirked and moved their hands just out of reach of my teeth.

They took me to a small building where my captor broke down the door and climbed to the roof where a black rope ladder was waiting.

"Up you go Miss."

The voice was high and a little breathy, but definitely male.

"Go shove it up your ass."

The bastard in the mask tsked.

"Now, now, none of that behavior in front of the Major, he demands respect you know."

I sneered.

"Over my cold dead body!"

"That could be arranged."

I caught a glimpse of white teeth as he smiled widely at me.

"But please behave; there is so much we want to know."

With that he grabbed my waist and tugged three times on the rope ladder. We lifted off the ground and I struggled against his hold. At this point I would rather fall to my death than go anywhere with him.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"And why the fuck not you freak!"

"Look down."

I did, and what I saw made my stomach turn.

The streets below us had become a feeding ground for the Nazi freaks. You could practically hear the gulps and tears as they feasted on whatever blood and flesh they could find.

He took my stillness as a sign of defeat, but how so very wrong he was.

I was thrown to the ground in front a massive armchair. The bird-man had brought me up to the biggest blimp that was in the sky, handing me off to a giant man with very light hair. He brought me to a large room, and then went off to a corner. The only light in the room was emanating from a backlit glass wall with a world map on it; the large armchair in front of the map. I stared at a pair of meticulously shined white shoes, I spit on them.

I looked up and saw an extremely fat blond man smiling down at me.

"You have spirit. . . I shall look forward to breaking it."

He had a very strong German accent, and every word grated at my ears.

"Just go back to your éclairs before I rip you limb from limb with my teeth."

He just laughed; this disgusting, high pitched, phlegmy laugh.

"You did say she had vampire in her didn't you Walter?"

Walter's voice, only much younger and with ten times more oil seeped from behind the armchair.

"She wasn't bitten, but yes the poison had to be contained through a seal on her left arm."

"Schrodinger, if you please."

A small white arm slithered over my shoulder, reaching for the sleeve of my coat. I snapped at it and managed to catch it in a death grip.

I felt whoever it was slapping the back of my head, their blows barely registered in my already very broken body, I only tightened my jaws, feeling my teeth break skin.

"STOP THIS!"

The Major's voice echoed around the room, his shoes clacked as he stepped down closer to me.

"Spit it out."

He sounded as if he was speaking to a disobedient pup. I shook my head, causing the person behind me to whimper in pain.

His glowing shoe swiped across my face in a very hard kick, causing me to lose my grip, along with a tooth.

"You are becoming quite irksome. Please give up soon, my patience is waning."

I spit out blood, some of it mine, some of it from the person's arm, the tooth making a tiny plinking noise as it bounced away.

"She bit me Hans! She must be insane!"

I looked over and saw a young boy with . . . Cat ears proudly showing off his war wound to the giant man who had brought me in.

This war was just getting weirder and weirder with every minute that passed.

"Now if you please, tell me what is Sir Integra's next move?"

I only looked up at him, the cut on my face had reopened from the kick, and blood was seeping down my face.

"Are you the one who sent that monster to the Hellsing Manor?"

He raised his eyebrows.

"Yes that was a rather embarrassing failure of Zorrin's, maybe if we don't-"

I didn't let him finish, with a scream of rage I shot to my feet. Though my hands were cuffed behind my back, I tackled the fat bastard to the ground using my legs, teeth, head, anything that could be used to cause bruises and gashes. My vision went red.

I wanted to see his blood; I wanted nothing more than to see his guts trailing all over this room. I wanted to rip into him until his own mother wouldn't recognize him any longer.

But pairs of hands pulled me off of him.

"YOU KILLED HIM! YOU'RE THE REASON! FIGHT ME! DEFEND YOURSELF! I WILL MURDER YOU! I WILL DRAIN YOU TILL THERE IS NOTHING LEFT! YOU KILLED HIM!"

The amused look on his face only made me increase my struggle. How I wanted his beating heart in my hand, to wipe that look off his face as I shoved it down his throat.

"Doc! You take her!"

The Major got up and smoothed himself out, it amused me to see his glasses were broken and blood was running in a thin trail from his nose and mouth. Though he had raised his voice, it soon went back to its creepily calm tone.

"She is not ready to cooperate. Fix that."

"I would be glad to Major."

That voice, it was the voice of the bird-man, the one who had brought me here.

He was wearing rubber gloves and strange glasses that had two tiny lenses on the edges, the crazy smile I had seen before very evident on his face.

"Come with me little specimen, let's open you up and see what gives you that thirst for blood shall we?"

I didn't really have a choice; the giant light haired man grabbed me, his grip like stone, but it didn't hurt.

I whispered to him as the man, Doc, led us down various corridors.

"Let me go and maybe I won't kill you."

He didn't even blink.

"I see, so would you like me to string up the Major's guts before or after yours?"

His head whipped around and his grip tightened painfully. His eyes had gone from icy blue to a feral red; it wasn't the same type as a vampire's, but more like a rabid animal. This was magnified by the way his lips had curled back to reveal sharp wolf-like teeth.

I gripped his wrist where he was clutching my arm, I tried to loosen his fingers, but they were made of steel.

"I'm not trying to get away I just want some feeling in my fingers you dumb oaf!"

His eyes faded back to blue and with his grip. The rush of blood was almost painful.

But something caught my eye; out of one of the round windows of the blimp I caught a glimpse of the city.

The whole thing was on fire, black, red, orange. . . It's all that was left.

I lowered my head as I was dragged along the halls. What fresh Hell was in store for me this time?

I'm sure whatever they threw at me I could take. . . What had I got to lose?

We reached a sterile white room, lit brightly with fluorescent lights; a single white table lined with metal clamps was the only thing in there. Besides the silver table that held a manner of grotesque tools.

I stood before the operating table, thinking,

"What a damn pathetic way to die."

"Take her coat and rip off her sleeves Hans, I want to open up her arm first, see how the venom affects the blood vessels."

The light haired man, Hans, only nodded. He turned me away from him and took off my coat, throwing it on the floor. I looked and it was covered in burn marks and blood. He ripped the sleeves of my shirt off at the shoulder seams; it had been awhile since I had seen my bare arms. They were pale, with tiny orange freckles dotting them. On my left arm the silver cuff was a sick reminder of what had happened my first day at Hellsing.

Hans picked me up and laid me out on the table. And questions began to swirl in my head. Why wasn't I fighting him? Why was I just lying down waiting to be dissected like a frog? I couldn't die this way, I had come too damn far to quit now.

But as these thoughts entered my head, Hans had already clamped the metal restraints over my wrists and elbows. I began to kick my legs, hoping to maybe break his nose, but he simply held both my legs down with one hand as he finished restraining my legs at the ankles and knees. Finally, he clamped a giant metal beam across my torso, adjusting it so it fit snugly.

I could hear the demented surgeon humming as he washed his hands and prepared his tools, Hans simply stood there, like a statue that would only come to life at the command of his masters.

"Oh Hans this is a surprise, you want to stay and watch? Well, just don't get in my way. I've been waiting a long time to open up someone with vampire venom in their system. Don't mess it up for me."

My stomach heaved as the doctor snapped his gloves and picked up a tiny scalpel, his grin getting wider and wider as he advanced on me.

"Let's see what makes you tick little Miss. Shall we?"

I closed my eyes and waited.

To be continued . . .