Hellsing: Witch Hunter 1616
DianaPrince31
Chapter 3: Samielle McClaren
Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing (However I do own Sam's ass)
Author's Note: Here's the third Hunter!
Pamber Forest, Hampshire 1601 A.D.
Her family was slaughtered, not a single person was left alive. Samielle had been trained from birth to be the perfect assassin. Her family had been killing those who the ruling family wanted dead for hundreds of years. The McClaren clan were called the Tiger Clan, assassins who stalked their prey and silently ended them. And six-year-old Sam longed to join the ranks of master assassins and now that dream was shattered. That morning she had been sent out on a training exercise, to learn patience and calmness, because she lacked those sorely. Her mentor Tora would not let her leave until Sam showed some semblance of these qualities and it had taken her the whole day. She would have rather been weapons training than meditation and sitting in one position. When Tora finally let Sam go, she scampered through the woods, in hopes of getting some food to eat and get in some weapons training. But what the little girl saw was the remnants of a battlefield. The bodies of the young and old alike, discarded where they were cut down. Blood soaked everything, every dwelling was tossed and trashed as if whoever did this was looking for something. Sam wandered aimless through the forested town, hoping to find someone that was still alive, anyone who could tell her who did this. Who would do this? The McClarens had many enemies because they were assassins, hired killers, but they were protected by the King or at least Sam thought they were. The only thing that girl could do at the sight of all the death was sigh, Sam couldn't even bring herself to cry. Mourning her family would come later, first was revenge. But how would she be trained? Other assassin clans did not take in the orphans of other clans. So deep in thought was Sam, that she jumped when she felt a heavy hand on her shoulder. She looked up into the bearded face of her mentor Tora. She had almost forgot about him.
"Is there anyone…" started Sam. The large man shook his head; "It seems like the animals were spared. However I do know what they were looking for."
"What was it?'
"Now is not the time, we must leave. It would seem I have to take you there before the time."
Sam was confused, where was there? But Tora wouldn't tell her, she would soon find out. Tora was able to find two horses and a wagon that was not broken. Loading the wagon with food, water and other essentials, he hitched the horses to it and he and Sam left the only home she ever knew. A couple miles a hooded figure rode up next to the wagon. Even though Sam tried to pretend that she was not afraid, not being able to see the mysterious rider's face was unnerving.
"It would seem that the Tiger Clan was wiped out" the rider said.
"All except for this little one here" replied Tora.
"Another child…"
"What? Were the others attacked?"
"Yes, the Victoria family was killed, their daughter barely survived."
"Who is doing this and why attack the King's Hunters?"
"Who else, but the Whitehall family. They have always been envious of the three Hunter families, believing they should have been included. They are looking for the three blades. We have warned the Hellsings, but it would seem were too late for you."
"If there is anyone else alive, they will most likely go into hiding."
"This child must be protected at all costs."
"What will happen to the Whitehalls? They will just deny it."
"Of course they will. Knowing them, they have covered their track well, but eventually they will trip up and will meet their justice at the hands of the new King's Hunters or in this case Huntresses." With this the rider galloped off into the night. Sam had fallen asleep during the conversation. Tora looked down at his young charge and silently vowed that the Whitehalls would indeed see justice at the claws of a new Tiger Clan.
1606
Five years later in 1606, Sam overheard a conversation between Tora and the hooded figure.
"Arthur Hellsing has died, succumbed by poisoning."
"What!?"
"It was a pretty long and painful death. And what's worse three days later it seems that his brother Richard tried to kill his daughter."
"Why? What the devil is going on?"
"Arthur left everything to Integra, including the sword that he sealed. Walter is bringing her to a training facility, it would seem that she had already mastered the demon."
Tora's mouth hit the floor; "But that demon…."
"I know, it took Abraham several decades to fully master that sword."
"More like centuries, but that demon was toying with him."
"Well Integra has full control over the sword. And how is Sam progressing?"
"She is coming along nicely, she just have to learn restraint in some areas and learn that eavesdropping is rude."
The eleven-year-old girl entered the room; "I wasn't eavesdropping, you were talking loudly." While Tora laughed, the hooded figure cocked his head.
"Who's Integra?" asked Sam.
"Someone you will meet in the future, when you have mastered your blade" answered the figure.
"The stupid thing won't listen to me."
"Apparently, you still have a lot to learn" chuckled Tora. Sam sulked and left the room.
"About this time next year, we will be retrieving Seras and she will begin her training."
"What will happen to Richard Hellsing? Was he hired by the Whitehalls?"
"He had agreed to work with them, but he wanted to keep the sword for himself. But it matters not, he is dead and so are three members of that traitorous family."
"How?"
"The girl shot him in the head. I will be keeping my eyes on this one, she seems to be a special case."
Outside Sam had remained to hear more of the discussion between the two. What was so great about this girl? It didn't matter, at least now Sam had a name to the killers of her clan and she would have her revenge. The Whitehall family would regret coming into existence.
Chapter End
Author's Notes: What a chapter! So now we have an antagonist, so what's next? Time for the three huntresses to meet of course. So let's get to the drama.