Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing nor any music that is featured here. The only things that I own is a rubber band and duck tape…and no, I don't own any cloths either… go nudity!

A/N: What can I say about my story? Um…..I don't know, its set long after the incognito thing (series perspective) and Integra has died of old age. I'll try to keep the spoilers to a minimum; I want this thing to be of my own device, fairly original you know? So ya anyways, please don't flame me if you don't like it, just stop reading. I don't appreciate having my head bitten off because something wasn't to your liking. And for all those who DO like it, please please PLEASE review, it encourages me to keep writing there by making it better for you cause then you find out how it all goes down. Anyways, enough with me jabbering, on with the story!

Inner Demons

By: Moi

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Creak

I heard something.

Crack

It sounds like someone is walking in the building, somewhere above.

Creak

It is possible that I could be dreaming. No one has walked these halls for almost a decade.

Crack

No. I'm not dreaming. Someone is here; someone young. Someone innocent. Someone 'pure'.

Good. A delicious wake up call. A frightened little virgin coming to be sacrificed to sate the hunger of a blood god.

Time to greet my guest.

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"Where the hell am I?" I think to myself that I'm officially screwed. I can't run anymore and I don't even know if this place is to bunker down and try to wait this out.

The power is out what with no one to run it, my food is running low and I doubt there's any here seeing the state this place is in. It looks as though it's been abandoned for quite sometime now. There is a lot of dust here. Great, my allergies are just going to LOVE me.

I should probably figure out if this big old place has a back up generator somewhere. The person who once owned this place must have at least had enough money to have one installed somewhere, right?

Now that's the real question, if there IS one…where? Most likely the basement, that looks like the stairs to it there in front of me. I close the front door, hoping the fences will keep any undead maggot that stumbles by away from me till I can turn on some electricity and hopefully those electric fences I saw outside too. I may not always be the smartest cookie but I can figure out what a sign means when it says not to touch it because it's electric.

I wonder why this place needed one in the first place briefly then shove it aside.

Just be glad that its there and we're here.

Right.

I am so lucky that the car ran out of gas near here. Only god knows what would have happened if I didn't find shelter before nightfall. Oh wait, I know! I would have been chow for someone! Well…more like 'something'.

I didn't see any windows for the basement walking up the drive so I fish out a lighter from my back pack. Speaking of no windows, maybe this place isn't such a good idea. I mean, those undead blood suckers are down there. Maybe this is there lair. I pause halfway down the stairs fear stricken.

No. No, their in the city. Their in the Queen's old place, remember? Well… it 'was' hers before 'them'.

So this place is fair game. I pause again with my hand hovering over the door handle afraid. God, I hate the dark. Never have and never will. A warm breath of air caresses my mind, comforting me and urges me on. Here we go, no turning back now. I taker a deep breath, flick on my lighter, and open the door with a prayer on my lips.

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A/N: So what do you think? Is it good or does it need a lot of work? Constructive criticism only, no flames. I hope I can do the story I have in my mind justice.