Beginning's End By: Lazeralk Sequel to Drowning in Darkness. Standard disclaimers apply. "Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end." - Semisonic

Part 1

I still remember how much it hurt, not just her death, but the actual breaking of the seals. My heart was already being torn out of my chest and stomped on, what was one more pain? It still hurt though, a physical pain I hadn't felt in a thousand years. You'd think that after being blown to bits for a few centuries you'd become desensitized to pain, and I had. The bullets didn't even tingle. Anderson's blades tickled a little, but the only real sensation I'd had in great amounts was pleasure with my wife. My sweet little hellcat, Integra.

Integra. Just looking at her name hurts. Its so beautiful, so uniquely her. I'll never forget the day we married, or the day my whole existence was shattered by one mortal death. I can't believe how stupid I am. I tried this once before, you know, just after I'd been turned. I tried to hold onto all my human friends. Rosavi was her name. She was a servant to the Russian Czar who'd been sent to strengthen ties with my kingdom. I think I loved her. I really don't remember.

What I do remember is the month of pure agony that I took to recover from her death, and the little scar on my stomach from the knife I'd tried to kill myself with. I guess it slipped my mind that I was already dead. Silly me.

It must be nice to be able to die. To have the option of just ending it whenever. I don't think I'll ever die. Although, the human scientists say that in about five billion years or so the suns going to explode or something similar. I guess I won't survive that.

But who knows? Maybe I'll reform in space and slowly starve until I'm nothing but a withered husk, still trapped. Still undead. That would be hell. Can you imagine how bored I'd be?

The police-girl is worried about me, I don't know why though. I haven't been acting all that strange. Well, strange for me anyway. It's only been a month or so since Integra died, and since she didn't leave an heir the organization was handed over to the Queen. She appointed it to some stuffy knight. Sir Roderick something or other.

He's no Hellsing, and the seals were broken. After one hundred miserably wonderful years, they were broken. It seems funny in a kind of pathetic way, all those years I spent in that dungeon plotting what I'd do when I was free. I had the strangest ideas, looking back. I can't believe I ever wanted to go to Paris and steal the tip of the Eiffel Tower, just because I could. Although, going home to Romania sounded pretty possible for a while.

So many years I spent chained to that infernal woman. The best years of my life. Death. Whatever. I was so use to them, the seals I mean, still am I suppose. I was surprised how much power I actually had, I'd forgotten.

I don't care. Isn't that strange? For almost two thousand years the only thing I cared about was power, and now I don't. I must be loosing my mind.

It's time I stopped pining after Integra, she's dead. I can accept that. I have to accept that. Even the police-girl is getting over her stupid human, and I can't have her showing me up now can I? Ah, where has the great sociopath gone? I really have to look into desensitizing myself again. Maybe another blood bath? Nah. Been there, done that, wrote that book.

I wish Integra were still with me, that I hadn't respected her wishes and turned her. She'd hate me, but at least she'd still be here. Well. That has to be the most pathetic thing that's ever crossed my mind.

I can't believe I-

"Master? What are you doing?"

Arucard snapped the journal shut and quickly tucked it into his jacket. He stood and gave her his normal maniac smile. Her lips quirked in return and she idly brushed a stand of her lengthening hair out of her eyes. She was growing it out a little, just to her shoulders.

"Ready to go police-girl?" he asked, stretching his obscenely long limbs.

She nodded, giving her master a thoughtful look. He'd asked her to dress casually, they'd be going out tonight.

"Good, then let's go. It's about time you learned how to hunt properly. Our blood supply is running low."

Sears paled at the words, a neat trick for a vampire. Her ruby eyes widened and she nearly fainted.

"M-master?!"

Arucard laughed, the same devious laugh he used whenever he'd done something to embarrass or annoy her.

"That'll do." He said giving her a quick once over. She was wearing black pants, quite snug, and a red blouse with a dipping neckline.

"Master, cant we just get more medical blood?" she asked desperately. She had no more moral qualms about blood itself. It came in neat little packages, like a hamburger. She'd drink the blood, no problem, but she'd never had to go out and get it herself. She'd never gone out and carved up the cow.

"Really, police-girl, it's not all that bad. Blood tastes a lot better hot than it does cold. And we don't have to actually kill the person. I just do that because it's fun." He explained, ushering her out the door of the little London flat they were staying in until he could pull up his old accounts and find the address of a house he owned in Santa Fe.

Most of the ones he'd thought of and checked had been closed due to a hundred years of inactivity. Everything in them had been transferred to another account, per his instructions. He just had to figure out which account that was.

One did not live. Exist. Whatever. One did not exist for two thousand years with out paperwork. He had hundreds of accounts spread all over the world, several pieces of property, and about twelve alternate identities. He was filthy rich, always had been, now all he wanted to do was find a nice palace somewhere, fill it with vampires and resume his reign as the King of the Night.

He wondered who had stepped up to take the throne in his absence idly as he guided Sears down the busy streets of twilight London in search of prey. First he'd have to teach her how to capture a human's mind, make them still and compliant. When she'd mastered that, he'd teach her how to feed discreetly and when to stop. Something easy to start with he supposed, eyeing a whore on the corner, stoned out of her mind.

Yes, she would do. If the police-girl couldn't figure out how to erase her memory, the woman would just think it was a drug-induced delusion. Perfect.

He wandered over to her and offered her a hand up. The whore took it and ran her dirty fingers down his chest.

"I'm forty an hour." She slurred, her accent thick as honey though not as sweet.

"Of course." He said, taking her by the elbow and leading her up the stairs of a cheap hotel.

"Master?" squeaked Seras, eyeing the whore with something akin to horror.

"Come along police-girl." Said the nosfaratu, pausing to sweep the drugged woman off her feet after she'd tripped on the steps.

Seras followed uncertainly, glancing around to see if they were being watched. They checked in, grabbing a key off the wall. It was one of those pay by the hour deals. Arucard pushed open the door and tossed the woman in the general direction of the bed, not really caring when she landed on the edge and then slid off the side to fall flat on her face.

The room was dirty, and old. Water stains splotched their way across the ceiling in a little parade of rusty colored flaws. The bed looked as if it were barely standing, creaking loudly whenever the whore moved it. Seras quietly shut the door behind her, wincing as the hinges screeched.

Arucard settled himself in the only chair, mindful of his weight when the chair protested loudly, the wood starting to splinter. He crossed his arms over his chest and gave his child a not so encouraging smile.

"Master?" asked Seras uncertainly.

"Go to her, look her in the eye and will her to belong to you. Take her mind into yours and erase everything but you." He instructed.

Seras gave him a look that said: 'you've got to be kidding'.

-Now, Seras. - He commanded.

The blonde winced at her master's tone; she couldn't believe she was about to do this. At least she didn't have to kill the poor woman, that would have been awful. Seras had never killed a human being before and was quite proud of the fact.

She watched the whore pulled herself up onto the bed, her matted brown hair swinging around her dirty face as she struggled to maintain her balance. The fledgling vampire cautiously approached the bed, trying to make as little noise as possible.

When she reached the edge, she tentatively rested her fingers against the woman's cheek. The whore started, watching her with wide eyes.

"Um, hello." Said Seras, tilting her chin up to meet her eyes. The whore didn't say anything, just gazed at Seras with blank eyes.

-Will her to see nothing but you, know and feel and taste and hear nothing but you. - Arucard whispered in her mind.

Seras glanced nervously at her master but tried her best to comply, mentally urging the woman to forget about everything but her. The blonde watched with fascination as the whore's eyes became both more focused and more glazed at the same time. She knew she had the woman's full and undivided attention, but also that her mind was in a kind of haze, detached from the rest of reality even without the drugs.

-Good. Now ask her what her name is. - Commanded Arucard.

"What's your name?" asked Seras.

"Olivia." The woman replied instantly.

-Now, will her to forget that she just said that. Just tell her, with your thoughts, that she didn't say anything. -

Seras felt rather stupid, but did what her master told her to do. She thought at the woman, silly as it may sound, fully expecting it to have no effect what so ever.

-Now let go. All you have to do and not want her to be focused on you anymore. -

Seras didn't want her to be focused on her anymore, in fact all she wanted to do was go back to the flat and curl up with a book. Or go back to the Hellsing Manor. Or go anywhere that wasn't here.

The woman's eyes returned to their foggy state and she smiled at Seras, waiting patiently for her client to make the first move.

-Ask her what she just said. - Instructed her master, fighting back a laugh.

Seras glared at him, but fixed her gaze firmly on the woman in front of her, her ruby eyes boring into dazed hazel.

"What did you just say?"

"Say?" asked the woman. Her face gained a thoughtful expression as she fought the drugs in her system to recall a memory she no longer had.

"I didn't say anything." Insisted the whore, Olivia, after a moment of consideration.

"Very good Seras. You did well." Said Arucard happily.

Seras shot him a bashful smile, it wasn't often she got praise from her master.

"Now do it again."

Seras frowned, and the whore looked confused. Arucard arched an eyebrow at her, and gave her what he considered to be a comforting smile. Both women grimaced.

Seras sighed and captured the woman's gaze yet again, doing just what her master had instructed.

-Now hold her in thrall. Make sure she is totally focused on you. -

Arucard rose silently from his seat and settled himself on the bed behind the whore as his child held the woman's gaze.

He carefully ran his hand down her arm and exposed the inside of her elbow.

"We'll take blood from here, just like the doctor does. With veins on the arms and legs you only puncture with one fang." Said Arucard, lifting the limp appendage to his child's mouth.

Seras gave him worried puppy dog eyes, a last ditch attempt at just forgetting this whole thing. Arucard frowned at her lifted the arm a little more.

She sighed and very gently sunk her left fang into the soft flesh. It was awkward, half her mouth hanging open as she punctured the skin, but she managed with minimal mess. She had no choice but to close her mouth over the small wound to avoid spilling it everywhere, and then her instincts took over.

The blood lust pumped in her veins, stirred to life by the taste of fresh blood. Her eyes blanked as the hunger rode her, turning her from a timid police-girl to crazed animal. She sucked hard, trying to sink her fangs in again to widen the wound but without loosing the suction that brought her the sweet fluid.

Arucard watched her feed; silently battling his own hunger, then after a few moments forcefully pulled her off the oblivious whore.

-Seras. Seras, come back. - He called into her mind. He gazed into her eyes and took command of her mind as he would a humans pushing her hunger back, and calling to his child.

-Police-girl! -

Seras snapped back to reality, her eyes filling with confusion as she tried to remember what she'd been doing. She looked down at the whore, who was contentedly lounging against her master's chest, head lolling to the side. A thin trickle of blood snaked down her arm unnoticed, her eyes still clouded and focused at once.

-Now erase her memory police-girl. -

Seras tilted the head back towards her with gentle fingers and carefully edited the woman's recollection of the night. She then quickly broke contact.

"Huh?" asked Olivia, staring at her arm with confusion.

"Hush." Said Arucard, wrapping an arm around the whore's waist and covering the small wound with his gloved hand. When he removed his hand the puncture was gone. He pressed his lips lightly to her neck and then released her.

"Come along now Seras." He said as he slid off the bed, tossing a fifty- pound note on the comforter. The blonde nodded and meekly followed her master out of the room, leaving the very confused, and heavily drugged whore behind. Seras was trying to figure out what had happened when she'd blacked out, although the possibilities were limited, they were not all that comforting. She trooped down the stairs and kept the splotch of red that was her master in her peripheral vision, content to let him lead her aimlessly while she mulled over her first 'hunting' lesson.

Neither noticed that Olivia the whore had followed them out and was standing at the door to a local pub, her eyes quite clear.

"The Master's not going to like this." She muttered to herself, her accent gone, her posture model perfect.

"The Master's not going to like this one bit."

End part 1

This will get more interesting as it goes I swear. I don't think it will have any more demons, but lots of new vamps, and possibly Shadow.