Disclaimer: I do not have not and probably never will own Hellsing but wouldn't it be great if I did.
"Talking normally"
'Talking telepathically'
thinking to self
Chapter One:
Jonathan Seraphim ran through the night scared. He had long red hair down to the middle of his back, it was tied back to keep it out of his eyes, he wore a police uniform and white gloves in his right hand a small handgun, he stood about six five.. Tears streaked down his face. He coulcn't help it. He just saw all of his team get killed, no, eaten by people they were sent to protect. He was only a rookie, he had no idea how to handle this situation. He wasn't even sure there was any kind of preparation. He heard a groan and looked over. His eyes widened. "Jack!"
He ran over to his team mate. Jack had a bite on his arm. Probably from one of the villagers. "Jack, hold on. I'll get the first aid kit." Jonathan dashed back to the vehicle they came in but stopped seeing all of his team mates standing up their eyes shadowed.
They looked drunken, stumbling over their own two feet, moaning soullessly. Jonathan took a step back," Andy? Eugine? Don't you guys recognize me? C'mon, it's me, Lil' Jon." They just kept coming.
Jonathan turned back, feeling a hand on his shoulder. "Jack?", he looked surprised... until he saw the soullessness and hunger in his captain's eyes. He looked at Jack like a helpless child as the once man reached for him. Slowly he aimed his gun at the man clenching his eyes shut. "Please, Jack, don't."
Suddenly someone snapped their fingers and the moaning and shuffling of feet stopped. Jonathan opened his eyes and was shocked to say the least. All of his team had made two lines facing one another. At the end of the two lines walking forward, was a priest, his eyes glowing red.
"Wh-who are you?"
"I am merely a humble priest. A guide for those who are lost on the path of life", he said his voice soft almost comforting. It made Jonathan want to close his eyes and fall asleep. No! He couldn't do that he forced his brown eyes open.
"I was sent here... to arrest a priest", he said faintly. The priest seemed to ignore his words.
"Even from here I can smell your blood", he kept coming closer. Jonathan raised his gun and fired. The priest didn't even falter as his wound healed and his clothing mended itself.
"The blood in your veins smells delectable. It will taste sweeter than you can ever imagine", as he got closer he grabbed onto Jonathan's throat. Jonathan could see the overgrown canines protruding from the priests mouth as he smiled maliciously. He was about to bite into Jonathan's throat but a sudden bang stopped him. Looking over one of the mindless ghouls fell down the top of it's head gone.
A sadistic, dark laughter filled the area, seemingly echoing in Jonathan's mind.
"I come all the way out to this little village... only to find some punk?", a woman stepped into view. She had long black hair tied back in a braid that almost touched the ground, she wore fihsnet stockings that went to mid thigh, they were met by skin tight black short, he shirt also black hugged her form like a second skin showing her generous bust and flat, yet muscular, stomach, she wore a long red coat and finally white gloves with some insignia that Jonathan couldn't quite see.. Strapped to her right leg was a gun holster, the gun in question held in her right hand. It was enormous. The barrel alone had to be at least half a foot long.
"Who the hell are you!", the priest demanded turning Jonathan around and pulling him closer to his body as if a shield. Now that he was facing the other way Jonathan got a good look at the woman. Her eyes were a stunning blue, each one holding a catlike slit pupil.
As he looked into those eyes the woman answered. "I'm an exterminator. I destroy pitiful scum like you. Look at you in those ridiculous robes. Aren't you ashamed? I thought scum could at least feel shame."
The priest growled lowly. "I think you should die now", he snapped his fingers and began laughing maniacally as the remaining ghouls began to fire on the woman with automatic weapons, ripping her to pieces shooting her right hand off. The priest didn't notice right away but Jonathan did, the blood was melting into shadows that were engulfing the corpse as it fell to the ground.
The priest snapped his fingers once more and the ghouls stopped firing. "So much for the exterminator", he began to lean into bite Jonathan when sadistic laugher once again filled the area.
"Pathetic punk. Guns never could kill a vampire", said the woman as she pushed herself up with one arm. Shadows reached out from her right wrist and connected to the severed hand holding the large silver gun. Her body was a mass of churning black shadows now with a red aura. "That is... ordinary guns."
BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG.
One by one the ghouls fell to the ground none of them rising again. Once they were all gone the empty clip slid out of the gun. The mass of shadows solidified back into the woman and she reached inside of her coat pulling out another clip of massive thirteen millimeter bullets. The vampire holding Jonathan looked nervous and gripped the young man tighter.
The woman aimed her gun at him staring cooly at the two of them fixing her eyes on Jonathan.
"Wait," the priest began," Stop. What are you doing? If you don't kill me we could partner up. Tour the world creating slaves. Making entire civilizations bend to our power...", she seemed to be ignoring his words. She just kept staring directly at Jonathan.
"Boy..."
"Are you listening to me! We could be gods!", he demonstrated with his free hand.
"Boy", she said again," are you virgin?" The other vampire seemed enraged that she wasn't listening but she didn't care.
"Y-y-...", he tried to speak but he couldn't make the words come forth.
"You shut up!", the vampire tightened his grip on Jonathan.
"I know you don't want to die tonight, Boy. Are you a virgin? Answer me!"
"Y... y... YES!", as soon as he said it the woman fired her gun. When it hit Jonathan it made a hole the size of a softball as it plowed through his chest and into the heart of the vampire behind him. Jonathan fell to the ground. He coughed up blood. And looked up as the female vampire now stood over him putting her gun back in it's holster.
"This gun leaves a big hole. You're going to die... unless you want to come with me", she smirked showing her pearly white fangs. Behind him the priest vampire was nothing but a pile of silver ash.
Jonathan just gave her a weak smile and her smirk widened.
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Near the village of Cheddar blue and red lights flashed and Integral Win-gates Hellsing waited near one of the police lines for her servant to return. She had her arms crossed and tapped her foot impatiently.
Suddenly she smirked as she saw her servant coming forward half carrying a hobbling man. He was covered in a green blanket with blood permeating the right side where the young man had been shot. As they approached the vampire spoke. "Mission complete. Vampire exterminated. No survivors."
"Excuse me?', jonathan yelped standing straight.
"What about the boy!", Integra practically yelled.
"Oh him? He's dead." Jonathan looked about to pass out turning as pale as a ghost. Integra was fuming. Steam practically coming out of her ears.
"WHAT! NOW WE'RE RIGHT BACK WHERE WE STARTED YOU FOOL!", Integra screamed at her servant. Ignoring her master she turned to Jonathan.
"As she is my master I am yours , Rookie. You will call me 'Master' or 'Persephone'" she said then began walking past the fuming Integra stopping to glance at her master. "Transfer the rookie to Hellsing... He'll make a valuable asset." with that she walked on leaving the field medics to attend Jonathan and Integra to rage on about insubordinate servants.
A/N: OK peeps. That's the first chapter. This will be updated slowly. I hope you like I'll try to make my next chapter longer but no promises. Bye for now.