Ok. I still don't own Hellsing. So you still can't sue me. Well, setting the scene…
Her grandfather had given her what he could – some meager paper that humans apparently accepted as their currency, some human-acceptable clothing, and a rather antiqued looking human weapon called a 'pistol' – and with those few items in her possession, she had left behind everything she had ever known. The picturesque landscape of her home had slowly faded from view as she traveled to more-populated areas by boat, then, by her grandfather's instruction, to this Great Britain nation by plane.
It had been exceedingly difficult, at first – humans were strange creatures. Most of the people in this strange land, with their strange dress, and their strange accents, had sniffed with distaste at her and ignored her beggar-like pleas for information, muttering words that seemed to sway from distaste to pity in turn, calling her an 'urchin' or a 'hobo'. Men dressed in more smart, crisp looking suits had chased her away every time she found a little clearing that was a reminiscent (if bastardized) version of the nature of her home to settle in, and as such, Saki had just about been ready to give up.
She was alone and confused in a place that she did not understand. It frightened her.
But, over the fright, she had known that she had no where to go back to – and thusly, the only way to go was forward. And, after several persistent weeks of trial-and-error amongst them, she felt fairly confident that she had finally found her destination.
"Hellsing," she breathed, staring in awe at the grandeur of the imposing structure before her. It had been hard to find it – nearly impossible, if it hadn't been for a rather kindly alpha-elder (or at least, he had given off the aura of a pack elder) telling her that he recognized the name, and pointing her in the right direction.
And so, now, she stood before it, grinning like a fool. Soon, she would have Sir Hellsing – and then, she could beseech him to assist her. With a little luck, her offer would be one he simply couldn't refuse…
The place was well guarded – she could give them that – but, in the darkness of night, and with some great effort, she had managed to scale the imposing fence. And, with some more effort, she had managed to make it to the house un-opposed. Further, a broken window had allowed her to slip in…
Smooth sailing from here-on-out…
Or so she had hoped.
But, the foreboding baritone growl from behind her easily dashed that little hope… "Who do you think you are, to break into this house?"
She whirled, her heart pounding frantically as she fumbled for the pistol tucked in her pocket. 'How the hell –' Her ears – similar to those of humans, save for their delicate pointed tips and much keener hearing – seemed to itch in anticipation as she strained for some sound, but she didn't hear anything – not even a boot step.
Saki faltered, the gun in her hand trembling a little as the shadow-creature loomed over her. He seemed to materialize out of the darkness, pacing lazily from his cloak-like shroud of twilight, both amusement and malice twinkling in his blood-red eyes. He grinned maniacally, revealing the elongated fangs of a vampire within his mouth. He was dressed rather whimsically, in her opinion, in a rather flamboyant red hat and coat, with a smart charcoal suit beneath. His boots made no sound on the tile beneath them, and he approached without any fear.
Yellow eyes dilated as the reeking scent of stale blood seemed to waft about him. For a moment, she paused – then hissed, "M – monster!"
She refused to retreat from his approach; instead, she gripped her handgun tightly in both hands and held it before her, trained expertly on the vampire. "Tell me where Sir Hellsing is!" she snarled, baring her teeth at him in a feral show of warning. The monster only chuckled, low and menacing.
This couldn't be - this Hellsing character was supposed to fight monsters - was supposed to slay monsters. Why would there be one within his halls?
'No… it… can't be…'
The only answer that came to her was one she was not ready or willing to face: the Lord of the Hellsing family was dead.
Even without knowing Sir Hellsing, the knowledge still came like a blow to the gut. She felt tears stinging her eyes, and an insurmountable rage coursed through her veins. 'Who is going to help me save Rafi now' she thought, despair threatening at the edges of her swirling emotions.
Sir Hellsing had been her last resort - the most famous and accomplished vampire slayer in the entire world, claimed to possess the single most lethal weapon against the inhuman demons of them all...
'Single most lethal weapon...' Suddenly, hope flashed within her - the lord of the house might be dead, but surely the weapon was still here somewhere! She would wield it herself - yes, she would take the weapon, and she would go and save her brother of her own accord...
But first, this monster had to be attended to.
"You foul demon!" she spat, hatred and malice apparent in her voice. "How dare you lay your filthy claws on the master of this house!" She trembled with anger rather than fear now; the fact that this creature would have come here and destroyed a person so noble that he had devoted his life to destroying vampires was an affront to everything she was.
She had been raised to fear and hate the vampire. Once, her people had lived in servitude to the monsters, created and made to guard over them from dawn until dusk, the hours in which a vampire was weak and vulnerable to his enemies. They were slaves to them, just as inferior as the humans who served as their food...
But lycans were stronger and faster than humans. And so, the fact that a human had lived a life devoted to destroying the undead filth - well, it was nothing short of miraculous. The Lord Hellsing must have been a spectacular man - brave, strong, clever, smart, wise...
And now, dead. Thanks to this evil creature.
"I'll kill you for that, you revolting freak of nature!" She didn't pay attention to the fact that the approaching shadow took pause at her words.
Nor she did listen when he spoke, mild confusion in his voice. "What are you going on about -"
With speed that only an inhuman creature could hope to muster, Saki lunged at the creature; her snarl was that of the wolf within her, and the shots of her gun echoed painfully loudly through the halls of the mansion. She meant to knock him to the floor with her momentum and finish the job in a brutal way – the way she was most familiar with - with tooth and claw - but it was only at the last possible moment that she saw the darkness seemingly to swirl and solidify, effortlessly healing his wounds.
Her golden eyes widened in horror as she realized the folly of her plan.
She didn't even get a chance to halt the momentum of her lunge, much less change its direction. But even with all her force behind it, the vampire didn't even flinch upon collision - rather, with a single extended hand, he caught her by the throat and wrenched her into the air; with an almost lazy swat of his other hand, her pistol went clanking uselessly to the side. Saki gasped and choked beneath his crushing, white-gloved grip...
After a moments pause, he finally spoke. "You aren't a vampire," he declared with some interested in his malicious gaze.
"Mon - ster -" Saki snarled, kicking and clawing desperately, but unable to do anything while held at the end of his long arm. She acted exactly like what she was - a cornered animal.
"Why are you here?" There was warning in his low rumble; when she tried to nip at his restraining hand, he shook her roughly, like a rag doll.
Her vision was beginning to tunnel. Her usually sharp-night vision was beginning to fade away to black, but still, she managed to growl at him. "Sir - Hell - sing -"
Anger and confusion seemed to war for supremacy in his menacing glare; the gloved grip upon her throat tightened, and Saki squeaked, now twitching. "Who sent you?" When she didn't (or rather, couldn't) reply, he snarled again, "Who?"
"Keh – nhgh –" She gurgled; everything was slowly fading to black…
And then, suddenly, a harsh female's voice permeated the silence. "Alucard! What are you doing?"
After only a moment's hesitation, the vampire dropped her like some obedient dog. The lycan winced as her bones thudded harshly against the cold marble floor, and gasped desperately for air. Slowly – and with the most sincere gratitude – the young girl looked up at her savior…
Saki felt her heart drop as the woman came into focus. She was like an angel of salvation, sent from heaven. She strode purposefully towards her, a saber held in one hand, and a gun in the other. Though her white shirt was large and loose – apparently a sleeping garment – she wore smart, crisp looking pants, and her long, silvery-blonde strands of hair framed her face in a state of only mild disarray. Large frames flashed in the uneven lighting, and behind those frames, bright blue eyes seemed to burn whatever they gazed upon…
And right now, they gazed upon her.
Saki opened her mouth to speak, but the distant call of an older sounding man gave her pause. "Sir Integra!" he called, worry in his voice.
"I'm fine, Walter," the woman replied, her piercing eyes never leaving the felled lycan…
"Sir – Hellsing?" Saki choked, uncertainly – and though the woman didn't reply, the slight narrowing of her eyes was all the confirmation the young lycan needed.
'Sir – Integra… Sir – this is the master of this house?' A warm sensation of awe rushed through her as the realization slowly dawned upon her. 'Sir Hellsing – the vampire hunter – is a woman…'
Saki had never known of a female alpha – not once, in her short life – and the sheer commanding aura of this hunter demanded respect. And so, she didn't even think about what she was doing –
A hidden dagger suddenly flashed in the twilight, pulled from the hidden depths of her sleeve – and no sooner had it been freed of its hiding place than a frighteningly powerful boom echoed through the hall. The lycans eyes widened as she looked down at the blood flowing freely from her stomach; the shot had come from behind – apparently, the vampire had been armed. Her gaze didn't linger on the crimson fluid now staining the cold stones beneath her, however; instead, she looked back up at Sir Hellsing, eyes pleading…
"Please –" Even to her own ears, the words sounded weak and pitiful; blood dripped from her lips, but she fought back the tears burning her eyes; Saki lifted her hands towards the woman, who still stood in icy calm over before her. There was a mixture of confusion and anger in the hunter's gaze as she peered down at the pleading creature at her feet. "Save my brother - from Lord Nicholise Mitrofanova... Russia... In return... my blood - my life – are yours... Sir Hellsing..." Oath completed, she dug the dagger solidly into her palm and bled the final crimson drops necessary to complete the ceremony at the woman's feet.
It seemed odd, but she felt inexplicably guilty for staining the woman's shoes with her blood. Her whole world seemed to be narrowing down to that view, and a rush of unworthiness seeped through her…
'It's done…' With a contented smile, she looked up at the vampire huntress – the noble lord of the Hellsing household – and now, her own master – and lost herself in that bright sea of blue...