"A long time ago, when she was still small, Trinity was always getting lost in London. One night, Trinit went missing and Trinity went to find her..."

---flashback---

"Trinit! Trinit!" Trinity's hair was wet and heavy on her head as she swung around on the cobbled stones, forgetting where she was. "No... Oh, no!" She ran back the way she thought she'd come and found she was even more lost. She kept walking in one direction, the whole time calling for her other half, hoping that Trinit was near by, praying that Trinit would know the way home.

She was walking past a huge iron gate when she saw someone moving on the other side of the gate. She suddenly banged on the gate with her hand, feeling the sting but ignoring it. "Sir! Sir!" She was trying to get the man's attention.

Through the rainny grey came the figure. The butler with an umbrella. "Can I help you, little miss?"

"Did you see a girl who looks just like me anywhere around here?" Trinity's voice betrayed her and revealed her desperation.

That seemed to faze the butler some so he unlocked the gates. "Why don't you come inside the house, it will be much warmer there for your health and for our sake." He bowed slightly, holding the umbrella above her head and allowing her entry into the gardens. "Please forgive the slight mess around here. Someone decided to flood our yard, so it's quite a mess at the moment." He pushed open the large doors to the mansion and allowed Trinity to go first. "Welcome to Hellsing Mansion. Please, do go find a room and I will bring you some fresh cloths to use whilst we dry your others."

"Mm-hm!" Trinity nodded and quickly skipped up some stairs. When she saw the butler was gone, she decided to go down instead. She came to the door that was there and decided to try it, pushing it open a smidge. Her cold, wet feet made soft splattering sounds as she walked down the stairs. She tried every door and every door was locked, so she kept going, hoping to find an unlocked door, to which she found the strangest door and the strangest person inside. "Hello? Sir?" She touched the face of the corpse, her finger running down his face and over every wrinkle on it.

Strangely, this corpse was making her blush as she touched his hair and began to comb it out. When she decided it was combed enough she dignantly sat there and stared at him. Her wet dress was fanned out around her and on this man's feet and shins. Although it was the last time this girl would ever wear a dress, she was happily wet right now and content knowing she helped something on it's way to the heavens. She got up and dusted herself off and smiled.

"I hope I see you again someday, Dracula." As she closed the door she realized she had known his name but not him. To frightened at the realization to open the door again, she ran off, down the hall and was at the top stair when she heard feet on the upper stair case and stopped. She hid herself slightly as she watched.

Long, pale blond hair flowing out in a neat wave, specticales as round as possible, a suite of all green with a white shirt and a blue tie with the emblem of the golden cross upon it, the face of someone who was stern enough to make the weakest of minds shatter stood there for a moment, but was replaced by a young girl with a blue skirt and a white shirt and spectecals that just sat upon her nose. She spotted Trinity and smiled. "Hi!"

Trinity fell down the stairs in shock and banged her head on the railing and the steps and was out like a light.

---end---

"That was the firs time in a long time that Trinity was gone for more than a day, and it worried us!" Trinit said. "I had returned home only a few minutes after she'd left to find me, so I just waited, because I know she can make it home on her own, but to be gone like that for so long was so shocking!"

---flashback (continued)---

Trinity woke to that same young face and fell off the bed with a scream. "Ow." She sat up and peeked over the bed at this girl. "Uh, h... hi?" She waved her hand slightly and stared at the girl.

"Your cloths are dry and it stopped raining." The girl smiled. "You're wearing my night cloths," she said with a giggle. "You remind me of one of those cartoon characters from the books my papa used to bring back from other countries." She held out her hand to help Trinity back onto the bed. "I'm Integra."

"Trinity."

They stared at each other. Walter stepped into the room with Trinity's cloths, neatly ironed and ready for her to wear.

"You make the male butler wash women's cloths?" Trinity was pointing at him, her face so inoccent. "That's kinda gross."

"That's..." Integra began to laugh. "It's alright, he's used to it by now and he's not perverted, you know."

"Oh."

"Now, please excuess me, but I've got somewhere I need to go." Integra bowed and left the room, leaving Trinity with Walter.

There was a long scilence as Walter began to lay out Trinity's clothing for her on the trunk at the foot of the bed. Then-

"What's your name?"

"Pardon?"

"I'm Trinity, what's your name, Mr. Butler?"

"I'm Walter." He looked down at her.

"Hi!" She smiled that cute smile that Walter would remember throughout the years. The sun filtered through the clouds into the room at that moment and onto her and the bed, showing her in all her inoccent beauty and grace. It looked as if there were white wings growing out of her back and flexing out into the sunlight. The white sheets gave their own faint glow as the room was filled with laughter and joy for a moment, but was gone the next when there was a knock at the door. "Oh?" Trinity's face was saddened again. "What time is it?"

"It's half-past noon." Walter looked up from his watch as Trinity was panicing. "Is something wrong!"

"Nooo!" Trinity was running around, grabbing a wash cloth and her cloths and heading into the bath room. "NO!"

"No nothings wrong?"

"Yes! No, wait! NO!"

"Um..." Walter was confused, but pleased, strangely enough. He felt like a father tending his forgetful daughter, but smiled all the same.

"No! Everythings wrong! I have to get home!" She can dashing out of the bathroom tying her hair up with a black string, her feet almost slipping on the tile as she skidded to a halt and slipped her socks and shoes back on. "I can't belive it's already noon!" She almost ran out of the room when she back-tracked. "Thank you so much, Walter." She smiled and gave him a low bow and briskly marched down the stairs and out the front door, down the cobbled path that was littered with shimmering puddles in the spots of sun, and out the iron gates and onto the streets, running off.

---end---

"That was how she met Walter the butler of Heslling Manor." Trinit sighed and looked out the window. "She couldn't stop talking about how she wanted to help send vampires to heaven and take them out of the fire."

"That's not all I want. I made a promise to Walter to never lay my eyes upon Dracula's body."