Chapter 1

"Pull back! Forward units fall back!" Arthur Hellsing shouted down his earpiece. He was the new commander of the Hellsing military. Nothing but silence came through.

"Lt Maken! Respond! Repeat! Respond!" Nothing. Arthur kicked the desk he was sat in deep in the mansion of Hellsing. "Shit…."

"Sir, they've broken through. They're in the house!" A soldier spoke to him beside him. Arthur sighed,

"Everyone evacuate. They've won this round." The soldier nodded and hurried off. Another soldier stayed with him as he picked up the telephone and dialled the number to patch through directly to the Hellsing office.

"Hey, sis. We've got to evacuate…there's nothing we can do. They've broken through." A deep sigh replied him from the other end.

"I'm not going anywhere…" She replied, Elena Integra Hellsing, his older sister. He remembered she looked almost exactly like Integra, an almost uncanny resemblance. "I'm going to try and find out what mother was hiding down in the dungeon. Some sort of weapon…" Arthur knew what she was talking about.

"No!" He yelled. "We don't have time to run after stories. We must go now!" But the phone had already hung up. He hung his head before replacing the phone. "Dammit, sis…"

Elena remembered the stories her mother, the last Hellsing had told her. About the secret weapon down in the dungeons. But no Hellsing had dared to find out what it was for over 100 years. But she was different, and desperate times called for desperate measures. She knew of the secret entrance to the dungeons that ran straight from her office. She had always thought that was a little too convenient, but right now she thanked whoever had the bright idea of putting it in. She pushed the button on the wall and the wall opened up to reveal a staircase. It was dark; no light was in the room. Elena gulped but stepped down the staircase into the darkness. She cursed under her breath when she remembered the torch in her office…but she was already half way down so carried on.

When she reached the bottom she heard a bang crash and roar. They were already in the office, it wouldn't take them long to find the secret door. They could smell her. That was what it was like, with werewolves. She thought there was only one, but the amount of roars proved her wrong. Impossible to tell, but definitely more then one. Definitely…

She shivered as she reached the end of the staircase and began to run. It was pitch black and after running and finding a she traced the wall along with her hand. Until she saw at the end of the hall a glowing light. A circle of runes and inscriptions was written all over the door, they glowed with an unnatural light. Elena didn't know if the weapon was in there but she couldn't help herself. She had to know what was in the room. As she neared the door the light appeared to glow brighter. As if trying to tell her something. But she was rudely awakened from her daydream as she heard the monsters on the stairs, she began to panic and touched the wall with her hand. The runes glowed a blood red and disappeared, before the door opened. She rushed inside hoping against hope to find something. But as she got inside a sight shocked her to the core…there was nothing in here. Apart from two coffins, one was broken and empty. The other was covered in dust.

"What?" Elena shouted out loud. She was responded with a loud roar from the stairs. But there was nowhere else to go, she didn't know the dungeon layout, or anywhere else to go. She was dead already. The coffin looked perfectly normal, for a suspicious coffin in your basement. But she went over to look at it. Already accepting her fate of being torn to shreds by werewolves. She heard the door to the dungeon from the stairs break, she heard them piling over each other to get out. She rubbed her hand over the coffin, trying to steady her hand from the panic she was going through. Inscriptions much like the inscriptions on the door covered the coffin. Slightly curious she lifted the coffin. And there in the coffin was a girl…around her twenties she thought. She couldn't have been here long, she looked like she had died recently…but that was impossible! No one had been down here in 100 years! But once again her dream was shattered as she looked back at the werewolves charging at her…those blood red mad eyes. A mass of werewolves, spit flying from their mouths in anticipation of their kill… She shut her eyes and curled into the corner, shaking. This was it…nothing else this was it for her… When all of a sudden a crack made her open her eyes. The werewolf in front her face stood in horror. A hand from the coffin had reached out from the coffin and had gripped the werewolf's jaw and broken it clean off! She stared in shock as the girl picked herself out of the coffin. Her long blonde hair falling down her back. She wore a black trench coat, well, the remains of one. It had begun to rot and turn a brown colour. Why hadn't she noticed before? But the woman glanced at her. A glance that made her feel as timid and meek as a child. Her bright crimson eyes examined her before tearing back to the werewolves. She grabbed the first werewolf and tossed it to the others. They fell over each other. The girl stood in front of Elena as if protecting her. Elena merely watched. Secretly hoping she would tear them apart.

Then the woman seemed to disappear and reappear in front of the pack. They stared back in shock, but then regained their composure and began to growl and roar again. The woman had her back turned but she had a feeling she was smiling. One reached out to rend her asunder but she did that instead. In a blink of an eye, he fell as meat and fur. Elena began to fear the girl more then the werewolves. The last three leaped on her, but they merely ended up littering the wall with their blood as they fell dead.

Then the woman turned around and walked toward her, Elena backed up, but found the wall stopping her from going any further. The girl stopped and her smile faltered a little. She knelt on one knee and one knee and bowed.

"How can I help? Master…" The girl spoke. That one word seemed to calm her a bit but not enough.

"Who are you?" She shakily asked. The girl looked at her straight in the eyes. These crimson eyes…She clearly wasn't human.

"My name is Seras. Officer Seras Victoria, reporting." Her tone lightened. As if she was regaining herself. She stood back up and bowed again, before saluting. Elena took a deep breath. Elena stood up to the same height as Seras. But Seras took her hand. Elena panicked again.

"Don't panic, it is vital I do this or I may end up killing you." Something in her voice told her this was the truth, Seras put her wrist up to her mouth…Elena wonderd what was going on. When Seras bit into her wrist! The pain was excruciating! But almost as quickly as she had done so, she let go and Elena watched as her wrist healed. But she was more interested in Seras. Her appearance began to change. Her hair shortened and her trench coat was replaced by a new one. Her appearance was much cleaner but gloves appeared on her hands with those same runes and inscriptions she has seen both on the door and in old books in the library of Hellsing.

'Looks like things are going to get more interesting around here…' Elena thought.