Johan stood over the recently deceased girl lying in the bed Hellsing had provided for her for the time being. From strictly eyeballing her she had to be at least 19-21, a young age to die at. Certainly, a young age to be a police officer. He imagined that she wasn't as pale in life as she was before her death, but her skin was an almost ghost white. She had short blonde hair that was cut in the form of a bob that spiked out in the back of her head. Her police uniform had since been removed and replaced with a pair of blue pajamas as if she had just gone to bed rather than having been killed a few short hours ago.

"What happened Alucard?" Johan asked his mentor. "You haven't taken an apprentice in fifty years, what makes her so different?"

Both were sitting on either side of the bed with Alucard staring off into the distance with a familiar sinister grin on his face. That specific kind of grin was him looking back on a pleasant memory.

The vampire king, as he was commonly called, wore mostly red and black and Johan very seldom saw him in anything else. He had since removed his large red hat, he had no need for it when he was indoors. His unruly black hair had the illusion of floating despite the lack of a draft in the room. The most peculiar item of clothing he was wearing, which fascinated Johan the most, was a pair of white gloves with pentagrams on the backs of them. Alucard raised an open gloved hand as if offering an explanation to his apprentice and as he began speaking his sinister grin stretched into a sadistic, toothy sneer. Even from the distance between them Johan could see the sharp fangs in his mouth. The fangs opened as he began speaking in a deep, imposing voice.

"It happened as any other does. It started with a fool giving himself over to corruption.

A few weeks prior in the village of Cheddar, a stranger came to town. He was a figure shrouded in mystery who kept to himself and went about his own way. He was a priest who delivered the word of God in their local church every Sunday, 11:00 am exactly, without fail. He was a bit odd but there was no reason for suspicions to be roused.

In the town of Cheddar, people began disappearing. None of these disappearances had occurred before the strange priest took up residence in the town. A report had reached the police from a young child who claimed to see the priest kill and eat a friend of his. He claimed he saw a monster.

The police made their way over to the church to interrogate the priest but they never came back out.

The small village of Cheddar had become the hunting grounds of a merciless vampire. A vampire who wore the sacred cloth of Christianity and spoke the word of God with no sense of repulsion or even the slightest twinge of discomfort.

God could not save them.

The church was dark by the time Seras Victoria and her unit got there. Her comrades, Eddie and Simon shined a flashlight on their target. They had been told they were searching for someone who was behind a large string of homicides in the village of Cheddar.

His back was turned to them, but he knew they were there. They had their guns drawn and aimed at him, but he had no fear, rather he laughed. Well, he tried to anyway, but his mouth was full.

He turned to face his newest playthings as the innocent woman he had in his arms had since succumbed to the gaping wound on her neck. The crimson sprayed from the pierced jugular, staining his clothes, the floor beneath him and even the Holy Bible that wasn't even a full meter from him. He did not care though, in fact, he relished the sight of blood staining the sacred text more than anything else. His demonic gaze focused on the police officers who were grimacing in disgust and trying to keep from gasping aloud or vomiting at the grotesque sight.

He gave a simple mental command and the corpses that littered the church, which had largely gone unnoticed, began to twitch individually before rising up from the pools of their own blood. Loud groans escaped them as they forced their bodies up from the cold hard ground to attack their master's enemies. They were no longer people, they were slaves. Conscious of what they were doing but unable to stop themselves, unable to resist. They had no will of their own anymore, only the monster's will.

The officers, unsure of how to handle this situation, had immediately begun shooting at the walking corpses. Bullets struck their chests, heads and necks but they wouldn't go down. They just kept coming. The ghouls never got the chance to devour their prey as their master made a powerful leap in front of them.

His fangs sunk into the neck of Simon as he let out a loud scream of agony. Though he had a much better death than Eddie could have as he was held down by the surprisingly powerful zombies and he was ripped open by the zombies. Their screams would pollute Seras' mind but nothing was worse than Eddie's last words to her.

"GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!"

She was unsure when she started running but she did. By the time her senses had returned to her she was far from the church and completely out of breath, but she charged on nonetheless. Her legs burned as they carried her farther and father away from her fallen comrades until something made her stop.

"There's no use running." The evil man said, the one behind this carnage. He let out an arrogant laugh.

Seras realized that he was right. He had managed to catch up to her and sniff her out in no time flat. So she decided if she was going down, she would go down fighting. She pulled out her sidearm and fired, aiming for the head. There was a wide berth between the predator and his prey but that distance was closed in the amount of time it took to find her. She looked at his face, it was twisted into a hideous smile exposing many sharp fangs. Whatever this… thing was, it wasn't human.

"Guns won't help you either." The priest boasted. "Your little boyfriends belong to me now and soon you'll belong to me too."

Seras' anger overtook her when she saw the condition of Eddie and Simon. They had become the hideous reanimations along with the rest of the village of Cheddar. This thing had to die and he was closer now. One shot at point blank range should take it down but it didn't. He simply laughed as if he were a cartoon villain who had the hero in his clutches.

"I look for loyalty in my servants." He said as smoke rose from his forehead. "I wouldn't want a vampire with free will running around."

With several quick movements, her weapon was smacked from her hand and she was in a defenseless position and completely at the priest's mercy.

"Pity I can't find a virgin as lovely as you." He said as he began feeling her up. "First, I think I'll rape you, then I'll drain your blood slowly. You'll then become like the rest of my ghouls. My slave… for eternity."

Seras knew it wouldn't help her but she had let out a scream. In her head all she could do was pray. Pray that someone would come save her from this horrid fate that shouldn't befall anyone. At the same time she felt useless. She was a police officer and yet she couldn't get herself free from this. How could she expect to protect anyone if she couldn't protect herself?

"Alright, that's enough." A strange voice interrupted the monstrous priest who looked up to see an unfamiliar figure. He was dressed in a red trench coat with a red hat resting on his head with a large brim that covered most of his face in shadow. He wore a pair of sunglasses with bright red lenses that shined beneath the hat. "Kids these days, always making a mess. If I left you to continue running around then there will be no food left for the rest of us."

Seras had squeezed her eyes shut but opened them to see the stranger. She couldn't stop a tear from falling out but now her fear was replaced with confusion. Who was this guy? What did he mean by food?

"Who the hell are you?" The priest asked, trying to sound intimidating.

"Your death," The stranger replied plainly.

"My death? Really? My god, you are pathetic." The priest said arrogantly. "Kill him." He commanded while snapping his fingers.

At his command, every single one of his puppets drew firearms and lead went flying. They pierced the stranger in red's body and his blood and organs flew from his body and onto the grass. Even after he collapsed, the ghouls did not stop firing until they had run out of bullets. Having let go of Seras temporarily, leaving her under his ghouls' watchful eyes he trudged over to the stranger's body to gloat.

"Is that the best you've got?" He says and lets out an evil laugh as if to state his victory. It was short lived though as the stranger let out a laugh of his own while he was bleeding on the ground.

The corpse began to twitch as it rose from the ground back onto his feet. A grin was plastered on his face as he began to regenerate his body. The grin revealed an honestly more horrifying set of fangs than the corrupted priest had. This was the power of Alucard.

"Now it's my turn." He said after he finished regenerating. He reached into his red trench coat and pulled out a long pistol. He raised the silver pistol, took aim and he fired. Every single ghoul's head exploded upon the bullet piercing their skulls. The bodies fell to the ground and stayed dead. Inwardly they were thanking heaven, having finally been put out of their misery.

"No, how can he be killing them?" The priest said before realization came to him, "It's those bullets!"

Alucard, having used up an entire magazine of these special bullets ejected the empty cartridge and replaced it with a fresh one.

"The silver cross of Manchester Cathedral was melted down to make these thirteen millimeters exploding shells." Alucard explains as he takes aim at the priest. "Nothing I shoot ever gets back up again."

The two vampires were now at a standoff. It was just the two of them and the corrupted priest finally began to feel a twinge of fear. He had realized he was not invincible like he thought.

"B-But why? Tell me. Why fight to save these pathetic humans?" He said, trying to stall for time before his eyes fell on the lone police girl Seras Victoria again. Using his speed he darted behind her. His arm locked tightly around her, holding her hostage. "Don't take another step." He threatened. "The girl's the last survivor. Don't you want to save her? Be reasonable. I'm not asking for much, just for you to look the other way."

Alucard was unswayed by this act of cowardice as his smile stayed on his face. He had no qualms with hostage taking and very seldom hesitated to shoot through the hostage to get his target. Nothing would stop him from killing his enemy. He just enjoyed taking as many lives as he could. Still though, he felt the need to ask.

"Are you a virgin, my dear?" He asked.

This disturbed Seras a great deal, obviously. This was not the sort of question you ask a person, but he had asked it so plainly, almost as if asking for directions. Her face went beet red and remained silent.

"What are you doing?" The priest demanded.

"I'm asking if you're a virgin." Alucard repeated.

"You bastard!" The priest cursed.

"Answer me!" Alucard commanded her as she muttered to herself.

She couldn't handle the pressure and finally gave in and shouted, "YES! I AM!"

The next thing either of them knew, a large gaping hole had appeared in Seras' chest after the silver bullet pierced her flesh and flew through her body until it dug itself into the vampire priest behind her.

She fell to the ground as the priest was forced to let her go and try flying back but an entire arm impaled him all the way through. Alucard's gloved hand ripped out of the coward's back and twisted violently. The vampiric priest had been given his powers only a few days prior but now his short reign of terror was coming to an end. Before he succumbed to death, he was unsure of what to do. Either he could use his final moments to wish damnation upon Alucard or pray and hope for forgiveness.

Seras whimpered in pain as tears streamed down her face. She had ended up on her back after rolling over with the last of her energy. "Am I going to die like this?", she asked herself in her head. She was a police officer; this was in the job description, but she didn't think it would happen so soon.

Alucard walked up to her collapsed form and stared down at her. "I had to shoot through you to pierce his heart." He said, "I'm sorry, but you're dying and there's no time left. So, what will you do now?"

Her life flashed before her eyes as she used whatever energy she could summon to reach towards him as if asking for help. Her parents' faces, her childhood, both happy and sad times were recalled before her hand fell and Alucard caught it.

"Police girl," Alucard said with a wide, toothy grin, "Tonight is truly a beautiful night."

After Alucard had finished his story, Johan was still left with several questions and few satisfying answers.

"Okay, but why did you turn her into a vampire?" Johan asked his mentor. "After all this time, you've never taken another apprentice, so why is she so special?"

Alucard didn't answer, he just smiled that insidious smile. Johan had concluded that he didn't even know. He wasn't going to complain, he was in no position to offer protest to his mentor's will. He decided to ask something else instead.

"That smirk doesn't answer my question, but okay. So, what happens to her now? Are you going to train her in our ways?"

His question was only answered by a throaty chuckle from Alucard, confusing Johan. "That's up to you. You're going to be the one that trains her." Alucard said.

Huh? Me? Why me?" Johan asked, his once neutral face was overcome by surprise. This came out of nowhere. How did Alucard expect him to train this fledgling? It's just impossible, he's still learning a lot himself, even after fifty years.

"Because you're going to be the one that takes my place as the no life king one day. I've molded you for over half a century to make you into what you are. Now it's your turn." Alucard said.

It made no sense to Johan. He was now to be stuck with a fledgling who didn't even know that vampires existed when she woke up this morning. He was not teacher material and he couldn't be held responsible for bringing this "police girl" into a world she didn't even know existed. A world she would be better off not knowing about.

"If you're going to complain, don't bother. It's my decision and it isn't your place to go against it." Alucard told his apprentice. "It's time for you to have a familiar of your own and this police girl will be just that."

"How am I supposed to train her?" Johan asked.

"The same way I trained you." Alucard replied, "With ruthless aggression, discipline and the brutal crushing of everything that she thought was real versus was a nightmare. You will make her into a monster like us. Like you."

Johan looked down at the sleeping police girl and noticed her pale skin was blasphemed on her neck where two gaping holes were visible. He brought a gloved hand up to his own neck and his fingers grazed over similar penetration scars on his neck and memories flooded back. He leaned forward involuntarily where he was hovering over his now apprentice. He caught a whiff from her with his hypersensitive nose. He caught her blood type just from her smell. AB negative.

She suddenly jerked up from a nightmare, gasping for air and Johan's face was surrounded by something that felt soft and warm. What had happened didn't strike him until a few seconds later. It all happened so fast. He lifted his face from the police girl's chest to look at the stranger's red face.

"Uh… I can explain." Johan said.

This was met only with a sudden and painful punch to the face. The word "pervert" echoed in the small room. The powerful jab to his face sent him falling to the ground with a thump and a loud crack. Johan's skull started to mend itself slowly as he sat up from the cold hard ground with a neutral expression.

]"Was that necessary?" He asked the girl who was scowling down at him with her arms crossed protectively over her chest.

Alucard was smiling with amusement as this ordeal was going on and by the time his sinister gaze was noticed by the police girl a loud scream flew from her lungs.

"Police girl, how does it feel now that you're a vampire?" Alucard asked as he rose from his seat.

She gasped loudly at the question and pulled a mirror out of nowhere.

She looked at her reflection and saw nothing different until she smiled, and her new fangs became visible. She let out another scream of horror that was cut short by another unfamiliar set of faces.

Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing, in all of her authority and power made her statement firmly and clearly.

"You're too loud police girl, I don't care if you are a vampire," She said with a cigar in her mouth, "You're still English, have some manners."

Behind her was an older man dressed pristinely, his long black hair was tied back and an old monocle rested on his Roman nose that looked very much like the beak of a hawk. Integra's butler, Walter, was standing behind his master with his hands clasped behind him, a small smile on his wrinkled face.

Seras slumped forward in defeat and exhaustion, this was all too much for her.

"So, I'm a vampire," She said. She felt ridiculous saying that word. "Sorry but where am I?"

"This is our headquarters," Integra replied. "We are called the Hellsing organization. We are the monsters that protect England from the other monsters."

"So you're telling me… You're saying that I'm…"

"Given you're condition you'll be under my supervision." Johan said, injecting himself into the conversation, "And by the way, that'll be the one and only punch I let you get on me."

Since the end of the Great War, Germany has been living with the consequences of a catastrophic defeat. They must pay tribute to France and so their economy is in horrendous condition. Thousands of factories closed their doors. Hunger had become the daily companion of the German worker. Many honest Germans had to resort to theft to obtain food and clothing for themselves and their children. Over one third of the workforce is unemployed and among them is an unskilled laborer and his wife. Albert and Angelika Gruber, like many, had lost all their possessions. Angelika had a habit of clutching her enlarged belly protectively as her son was growing inside and was going to be born into a country that he would be ashamed of. They had nothing to lose and only everything to gain, not only for themselves but for their baby boy. With seemingly no other option, they joined the only group that was promising a return to greatness and that the pages in history that bore witness to Germany's disgrace would be torn in half. The Grubers had joined the National Socialist German Worker's Party.

At the office of the brown shirts, a mere month before their baby was supposed to be due, Albert and Angelika had entered the office the brown shirts headquartered in to register the birth of their son.

They greeted the officer with a "Heil Hitler," to which the brown shirt at the desk responded with a half salute in return.

A short explanation and the presentation of documents reveal their intentions. The documents were birth certificates all the way back to their great-grandparents as proof that they were pure Aryan.

Angelika wants to name her son Johan.

The officer referred to the "verboten" (forbidden) list and saw that Johan was not on it. Johan was a perfectly fine name. Angelika chose that one because it seemed to be the most traditionally German. If there was anything Herr Hitler and the brown shirts loved, it was German tradition.

Several minutes of scribbling on a folded paper was done before it was given to the couple. It was their hereditary passport with Johan's name scratched crudely on it with a ballpoint pen. The passport had twelve extra spaces for any future children, a subtle hint that the party needed soldiers.

As soon as it was over and the couple left, Angelika needed to sit down and placed both of her hands on her stomach. Albert noticed that she was crying, one of her mood swings he guessed but that idea was dashed when she said in her native tongue, "I just want to keep him inside me forever."

"Why?"

"I can protect him then."

She broke down in her husband's arms and he tried holding back tears himself.

They had hoped they were doing the right thing for their family. Johan was effectively branded with the evil swastika and doomed to damnation. Even within the warmth of his loving mother, he could not be protected.