My first Hellsing fanfic, so forgive me if it's not that great. I just had an idea that I needed to get out of my system. Even if it is an idea that's sort of done to death at this point, but I wanted to do my own take on things. Plus I like writing dark fics so this is perfect for me. There will probably be a little bit of canon divergence, but not enough to be really classed as AU, especially since the anime, OVA and manga can be so different in parts. It's going to be a kind of amalgamation of all three canons. Plus I'll be taking some liberties with characters/powers etc due to this. Also of note, since this story is mainly written from Seras' point of view, I'm going to be using a lot of British slang and terminology, so I'm sorry if I confuse anyone with that lol.

Rated M because, well because it's Hellsing. 'Nuff said.

I do not own Hellsing. No money is being made from this and I'm just writing for fun. No copyright infringement is intended.

~ Go and Conquer ~

Chapter I - Starvation

Shrill shrieks and snarls filled the air before the sound of a large crash echoed between the narrow streets. Garbage cans clattered against the cobbled ground, rolling into the more open yet deserted streets. Streetlamps provided the only source of light as the moon remained hidden behind a thick blanket of cloud, almost as if the earth was being suffocated on this humid night. The air had an orange glow as the lights reflected off of the individual droplets in the air, all of which could be seen in great detail by the wide crimson eyes of their holder.

Yelping again, Seras darted out from the alleyway that smelled – oh so tempting – of human blood. It assaulted her senses and almost sent her into a bloodthirsty craze right there and then. But she held it back. Held it back in fear of her life. That took priority right now, not feeding. Why did she have to go and starve herself for so long? It was so stupid of her… A mistake that her mast –

She quickly stopped those thoughts in their tracks right when a dark shadow with sharp claws swiped at her, narrowly missing her face as it cut some of her platinum blonde hair off with it. Great, now her bangs were going to be uneven, and she wasn't even sure how to properly magically change her appearance yet. She had managed to grow and regenerate her arm and eyes back, but that was it.

Without having the time to dwell on that, Seras fled as fast as her legs could carry her, the world beginning to blur around her. She could hear loud footsteps running after her from behind, and Seras pushed herself further, her limbs burning in protest from the lack of nourishment. It was almost as if her body was drying out in the middle of a hot desert and soon she would be nothing but ashes. The thirst was killing her, even more so now that she had almost tasted the sweet nectar right before she had been interrupted by an older and much more powerful vampire.

"Just because you're a draculina doesn't mean you have the right to infringe on my territory!" the voice of the female vampire screamed behind her.

Seras rolled her eyes as she ran. Why did everything think she did this kind of thing on purpose? All she had wanted was something to eat. How was she supposed to know she was in another vampire's territory? Hell, she didn't even know vampire territories were a thing until she had fled to the continent. She had never been taught any of this! She was a vampire yet she didn't know how to truly be one. This world was still so foreign to her. She was so young and naïve. She hated it.

The draculina didn't dare argue back though, too terrified in case this other vampire took it as a challenge.

Draculina.

Oh how she hated that label.

Before she had worn it with pride, but now it felt like nothing more than a curse.

She had long since hoped that his scent and presence on her would have faded by now. For the most part, it had. But the older and more experienced vampires could still sense it. It tainted her. It marked her as a threat that needed to be disposed of immediately. It immediately challenged their powers and dominance over a certain area. Or some just wanted the kick of overpowering a draculina, especially knowing that there would be very little consequences for their actions.

Seras had learned that they had all heard the rumours. That the vampire king was now enslaved with a British secret agency. That was all they needed to know to give them total and complete free reign. Anarchy in the vampire world had ensued, everyone fighting for the top spot. Seras knew to stay out of these wars, but now, as probably one of his last surviving fledglings in the world, that put a massive target on her head. Which was just great…

However, her thoughts were interrupted by the female vampire leaping ahead of her and landing in front of her, baring her sharp teeth as Seras clumsily skidded to a halt, her limbs flailing as she did so.

"Look, I don't want any trouble," Seras tried to keep the fear from her voice as she spoke. She had never really had to fight a full, older vampire before. Ghouls and freaks she could deal with, along with younger vampires, but not this…

"Now what's a little draculina doing so far from its nest anyway?" The female vampire ignored Seras' pleading.

"I said I don't want any trouble," Seras repeated, more firm this time, using her police training despite all of that feeling like a lifetime ago now, her human memories almost having completely faded.

"Unless you were cast out…?" The female vampire let out a low chuckle.

Seras narrowed her eyes and pressed her lips into a tight thin line. This vampire really had to go there, didn't she? It only reminded Seras, as she gazed at the superior vampire, of how inadequate she was. The vampire before her was everything Seras wished that she was. Beautiful, sexy, powerful, smart… Her long red hair stuck to her skin where the blood of her kill stained her skin. Her red eyes flashed like warning lights to Seras, and her black cocktail dress clung to every curve of her body.

"Oh just piss off!" Seras yelled in her thick cockney accent before she had the chance to stop herself.

"Temper temper. Is that any way to address your elders?" the other vampire mocked. "Did your master neglect to teach you some manners?"

Seras merely growled in response, feeling herself automatically and instinctively bowing her head in acknowledgement of the superior vampire before her. Despite knowing very little about the vampire world, Seras would occasionally have an innate sense of them. Vampires respected age and power. That was why her master was the most respected and feared of all. Alucard… Vlad… Dracula… whatever he wanted to call himself in one particular moment.

Thinking of him sent a sharp stab of pain through her chest as if her whole body had been sliced in half. It was because of him that she was in this situation right now. Had this been his plan all along? Had he cast her out instead of killing her himself, knowing that the rest of the vampires in the world would do his dirty work for him?

Seras could feel her eyes filling with bloody tears but she fought them back. She couldn't afford to lose any more blood. Not even if it meant gaining satisfaction in sinking her nails and teeth into the vampire before her who dared bring up the one creature she couldn't bear to think about.

Before the memories could begin to incapacitate her, Seras spoke up again. "I just want to be left alone. I didn't know this was your territory."

"My my, still so much to learn," the other vampire tutted as she placed a thoughtful finger on her chin, looking at Seras almost as if she felt sorry for her. "I'm surprised you've managed to survive on your own for this long."

To be honest, so was Seras.

"What is your name, draculina?" the female vampire asked, startling Seras.

She stared at the vampire before her with wide eyes. No one had cared to ask for her name before. Even her comrades back in the Hellsing organisation had never cared much for it. Always choosing to give her their own stupid nicknames, and of course there was always the one nickname she hated over all of them: Police Girl. Though Kitten probably came a close second.

For the briefest second, she had almost stated her name to be Police Girl before she managed to stop herself. It had been so long since anyone had used her name, not even herself in the long lonely years she had been spending in exile. The last person to have called her by her real name was… was… him.

The other vampire growled at Seras' silence. "Answer me!"

Seras grunted under the force of an elder's command. It felt almost like treason not to answer. Her undead heart squeezed itself in fear like a snake had coiled itself around it. Seras gritted her teeth, but soon, she had to answer.

"Seras Victoria."

"Then leave at once Seras Victoria. You are not worth my time and energy. You are so young and inexperienced that fighting you would be no fun at all. But come into my territory again, and I will not be inclined to show such mercy," the vampire's word was final.

"Yes, miss," Seras squeaked as she couldn't help but let out a puff of air in relief.

But there was no time to hang around and thank the vampire for sparing her life. Such a thing was a rarity and Seras definitely did not want to push her luck any further tonight. So without giving the red haired vampire another glance, Seras fled again, this time, much to her relief, without the sound of footsteps chasing her.

The world around her blurred by as her vision turned red with her tears. She had such a lucky escape there. But how much longer could her luck hold out? How much time had even passed since her exile? She had been too catatonic with shock, too preoccupied with survival, to keep track. Just like she always did when she was scared, her mind instinctively reached out for her master. But there was nothing there. She was all alone. Scared, lost and alone in a world to which she did not belong. She had been looked after and coddled in the Hellsing organisation, but now she had been thrown into the deep end.

It wasn't long before her limbs began protesting too much for her to continue, and Seras stumbled, yelping as she fell down a large embankment, dirt, leaves and twigs sticking to her skin and hair in the process. Her body finally came to a sudden stop as it slammed against a large tree trunk. The tree creaked under the force before its bark snapped and the tree came crashing down.

All Seras could do was groan and lie there, unsure of the point of even getting up. There was still no sign of pursuit behind her, and her weak, young senses could just about tell that there was no one around her for miles. She wasn't sure how far she had run, but she was definitely far from civilisation right now. The cobbled streets beneath her had been replaced with thick mud and weeds. Nettles had wrapped themselves around her legs, but her inhuman body could now no longer feel their sting.

Finally pushing herself up into a sitting position and resting her back against the now snapped giant tree trunk, Seras inspected her surroundings. A maze of trees surrounded her for miles, making the world even darker as the thick canopy above her shielded her from the sky. She guessed that was a good thing in case the sun was going to decide to rise any time soon. She took a deep breath in through her nose and the scent of damp wood, mud and rain filled her. No sign of any threats. Animals had fled at the feel of her very presence. She was all alone.

Sighing, Seras then turned her attention towards herself and groaned. She was covered almost from head to toe in mud. Her jeans had ripped, exposing some parts of her legs. Her hair had become even more tangled and caked in dirt than it already had been. Her plain white t-shirt had also been ripped and torn by her fall, even exposing part of her breast in one part.

"Oh for fuck's sake!" Seras found herself crying out into the dense forest.

Now what was she going to do? She would have to steal some new clothes she supposed. But she always hated doing stuff like that. When human, she had battled so hard to keep law and order that doing things like stealing and killing still created an uncomfortable knot of guilt in her stomach. She tried her best to avoid stealing, only taking things when it was absolutely necessary, such as when she had wanted to dispose of her Hellsing uniform. She only killed and drank when she was on the brink of starvation, and only killed those she would have arrested long ago as a human. Men stalking women in the night, those that hurt others for a thrill, and those who did nothing but corrupt society.

Of course that logic had its downside. It meant she would often go for weeks on end without feeding. It left her weak and vulnerable, and when everyone in the world was out to kill you, it certainly wasn't ideal to say the least. It dulled her powers – the ones she had learned to use at least. She put herself at risk of going into a blood rage.

Thinking about blood was a mistake.

Seras wasn't sure if she had ever felt so hungry. It was like her veins and arteries were on fire. In hopes of easing the pain, the draculina curled herself into a ball, hugging her knees tightly to her chest. Water dripped down from the leaves above her, scalding her burning flesh. It was almost as if she was feverish. She could just hear her master's voice in her head right now, growling at her, ordering her to give into her true nature and feed.

I want to, master, she replied to the imaginary version of him in her head, but I can't.

His red eyes would glower at her, and he would reprimand her for her attitude.

Everything was so much easier back when she was living at the Hellsing manor. She could have access to blood-bags and she always had her master to reassure her when she was struggling with her bloodlust. Fuck, even Integra encouraged her to feed properly, much to the draculina's surprise. Every now and then, she would prick her finger when Seras had been feeling stubborn and conflicted.

No! Seras quickly interrupted her own thoughts. Think of anything but blood. Think of anything but blood. Think of anything but blood!

Seras whimpered in pain. Even if she wanted to feed, she couldn't because often another vampire would interrupt her. Like what had happened tonight. She was always in somebody else's territory. Seras was even beginning to wonder if the other vampires were just making this whole concept of 'territory' up just so that they could bully her and conspire against her. They always laughed at her innocence and naivety, so it wasn't too much of a stretch to imagine them doing something like this.

Now where was she supposed to go? She couldn't stay here. She wasn't even sure where here was. The last time she had managed to determine her location was a few days ago when she had crossed the border into Austria. Was she still in Austria? It seemed unlikely. Slovenia maybe? Czechia?

She supposed it didn't matter as long as she wasn't in the three locations she knew to stay away from. She may know little about the supernatural world, but since she had been exiled, she knew that if she was going to survive and make it out here in the wild, there were three places she needed to stay away from: Italy, Romania and most important of all, the British Isles.

She really didn't fancy her chances against the Vatican, even if Anderson was now gone. There could be plenty more of him where he came from. Romania was the ancient vampire stronghold. All the top vampires hung around that area, even after Alucard had disappeared. His castles still very much remained occupied, and Seras would no doubt be slaughtered on sight for being a draculina. They would think she had come to take her master's place on the throne of the vampire world. That was far from what Seras wanted.

Then there was the British Isles. There was no way she was taking her chances there.

Her master had vowed to her that if he ever caught even her scent nearby again, he wouldn't hesitate to tear her to shreds. Those cold words practically did that very action to her right there and then.

How had Integra felt about this whole thing? Integra was her friend, right? She had always come to her defence when he master had gotten overly mad about something she had done. They had been through so much together. They had waited all of those long years Alucard was gone. Seras had done everything she could to protect her master's master, knowing that it was what he would have wanted. If he was bound to the Hellsing organisation, then so too was she.

Integra had become almost like an older sister figure in Seras' eyes. She had taken Seras in when she had been turned into a vampire, she had helped train her and adjust to her new life. She provided food and shelter for her. They had held and consoled each other after the battle with Millennium, and together, they had never lost faith that Alucard would return. Every day she had asked Seras if there was any sign of him. In the meantime, they had played games together and teased each other as the days dragged by.

Seras really did miss Integra sometimes, despite the woman's cold and professional outside exterior. Surely Integra couldn't have been happy about this? Why had there been no Hellsing search party for her? Surely it was better to keep a vampire like her where they could watch her rather than letting her loose like this? Did they care so little for her? Was she really that much of a pathetic vampire that they didn't see her as a threat at all? None of this made any sense. Integra could have just ordered Alucard to come and find her. To bring her back home.

Home.

She had no home anymore.

Home was where her master was, just like it was for any fledgling. She loved him. She adored him. He was her world. He was her everything. She would have done anything for him. Everything else came second to her master. Her only goal, her only purpose, was to please him.

But not anymore.

Seras had to learn to be on her own. She had to learn how to take care of herself and survive in this world.

Blood tears once again trickled down her cheeks and Seras moved her wrist up to wipe them away. She stared down at the dark crimson smears on her pale skin before moving her mouth down to delicately lap the blood up. It sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her whole body and Seras could feel herself beginning to lose control.

Without thinking, she pierced her teeth through her own skin, drinking hungrily from herself. But it was no use. She was only putting what little blood she had back in her body. It wasn't anything new to revive her energy and quench her thirst. It wasn't enough. She needed a fresh source.

Pulling her lips back with a gasp, Seras just knew that she needed to find food and soon. She could feel her sanity slipping. Losing control of herself was always one of her biggest fears. It was why she fought so hard against many of her natural animalistic urges as a vampire, whether carnal, hunting, killing and feeding. It was the stupid reason why she had remained a virgin for so long. She already had more important things to concentrate on and she couldn't lose control or focus on that.

Fear helped snap Seras back into reality and she forced herself to stand back up, despite the aching pains throughout her body. Blood. She needed blood. But there was no source nearby.

She figured if she was going to feed, she would need to try and stay away from more populated areas. That was where most vampires tended to claim where their 'territory' was. Seras found herself rolling her eyes at the thought again. It reminded her of having to deal with wannabe gangsters back in her days as a police officer. It was one of the most stupid and primitive attitudes she had ever encountered.

She needed to push herself forward. She needed food before it was too late. Despite the pain, she was unlikely to find it by just sitting still for the rest of the night. She had until the sun rose. Even then, she would need to find a place to shelter for the day, preferably in a coffin.

So she pressed onwards, jogging through the terrain before coming across a small river. She knew that if she followed it, she would have to encounter some humans eventually. The sound of the running water helped calm her down somewhat. She tried to focus on that instead of the extreme hunger that burned her entire body.

One step forward… Two steps forward… Three steps forward… Four steps forward…

It felt like she had been travelling for hours.

Five hundred and twenty three steps forward…

The sound of laughter filled the early night air and the forest was now beginning to thin out slightly. Small dirt paths were becoming visible on the ground, and the smell of a campfire filled the young vampire's nose. But she was more interested in the smell that hit her next. Blood. Blood! So much of it too. Each had its own slightly unique fragrance to it, and she could feel her fangs painfully elongating at the irresistible smell.

This time, no one would stop her.

She would tear apart anyone who dared try.

"Hey, look over there!" a male voice called, and immediately the laughter of the others died down.

All five men turned around to look at Seras who concealed most of herself in darkness. Her whole body felt like it was pulsating. The sheer need was taking full control of her. She licked her lips. So they spoke English. Tourists on a camping trip around Europe perhaps? She couldn't pin-point their accent though. She didn't care. They wouldn't exist for much longer…

"Hey, Halloween isn't for another few months, sweetheart," one of them commented, causing the rest to start laughing again.

"Is this some sort of practical joke?" one asked.

"What's someone as sexy and gorgeous as you doing in the middle of the woods at 2am anyway?" another asked.

Seras said nothing, feeling herself beginning to lose control no matter how much she tried to fight it.

One of them nudged another, pointing at her ripped shirt.

"Hey, why don't you take that shirt off all the way?"

The roar of laughter began again.

"Come on, show us those titties!" one of them cheered followed by the cheers of the rest of them.

SNAP.

All control was lost.

Seras' chest heaved before letting out a loud and animalistic growl, startling the men who snapped out of their confident state. She caught the scent of alcohol in their blood, but no matter. The alcohol in their system would just make killing them all the more easier. Her body burned and she lunged forward, desperate for at least a taste of their blood.

The men screamed upon seeing her red eyes beginning to glow and her now bared fangs. They tried to flee, but Seras was too fast for them, completely consumed by bloodlust. She easily tore through one of their necks, biting into the flesh like a lifeline. Blood squirted everywhere as she pierced his jugular vein and the man let out a gurgling noise as his thrashing ceased.

The taste was indescribable. The hint of alcohol didn't matter. Waves of pleasure rolled across Seras' body as she further clung to his body, sucking against his neck desperately. A lot of it dribbled and oozed down onto her clothes and the ground, but that didn't matter. She could lap up all of her leftovers later. The fresh source was much more important and delectable.

But it wasn't enough, Seras thought as she pushed his now dead body off of her.

More…

She needed more…!

So much more!

Her red eyes turned back to the fleeing men who were now further away, all having left their friend behind as their screams continued to echo into the night. Meanwhile Seras smiled a sinister grin as she watched her prey try to flee from her before she began to walk after them, licking the rest of the sweet blood from her lips.

Feel free to let me know what you thought of the first chapter. It would greatly help me out.