Chapter #1: Arriving to London:

A day before…

It was a hot summer night. Those kinds of nights that, people like myself, find it really hard to sleep. It was so damn hot! Over 40 ºC and I was bored to say the least. My parents were fast asleep, seeing it was almost 4 o'clock in the morning and my big brother was out for the night with who-knows-who doing who-knows-what.

"Maybe I could call some friends and text them". I quickly dismissed the idea though. "Nah, they will be probably sleeping by now". So I was stuck in my bedroom with nothing to do but stare at the ceiling and write fanfics on my mobile phone. Considering it for a moment and seeing as the room was too dark to stare at anything in it, I chose the latter. I put on my favorite headphones and hit randomly. Lucky star opening blasted against my ears as I started making a list about things I wanted to do when I woke up the next morning. However, I quickly got tired of that too so I opened the notepad instead and looked for the one labeled "Hellsing stories."

I was never good at writing fan fiction because I hardly knew how to keep the characters in character. It was a nice pastime, though. "Nobody will ever read them anyway so I can make them as bad as I want to… As long as there are no Mary Sues in them, hehe~". I thought, amused, as I opened the unfinished story in my phone and turned in my bed so I was lying on my back, the bright light of the screen hitting me straight on the face.

After several minutes of nonstop typing, I got stuck in a fight scene between Alucard and Anderson. I stared at the blinking bar on the screen, trying to write the incoming ideas, only to forget them before I could do it. Just as I was about to give up, a strange sound echoed in the street, just below my window. Startled by the noise, the phone slipped from my sweaty hands and fell right into my face. It first hit my nose, then the end of the bed, and finally, it made a cracking sound when it touched the floor. The lid of the black device slid under the dresser and the battery lost itself in a pile of socks that lay forgotten under the bed. I stared at it for a while, headphones still on my ears, blinking a couple of times, poker face on. "I was never good at writing action scenes anyways…".

Several minutes passed before I was able to put it back together. Too tired to write anything now, I hit the YouTube logo on the menu and started watching Hellsing OVA 8. I've always loved that one. The battle was breathtaking, and I don't know why but I have always liked the way they drew the blood in the anime. And of course, Alucard changes into Vladcard and that combined with me being a huge fan of vampires, history and him, always made me drool and have a nerdgasm. Not that I would tell anyone about it.

Just as it was getting to the good part, the video stopped abruptly. "Damn the Internet and its slowliness". I left the phone on top of my pillow and waited for it to finish loading. I came close to the window and looked outside to see if I could discover what had made the noise. Nothing, there was nothing out there; but I was surprised to see a blood moon shining bright in the night sky.

"Now, Alucard must be out there fighting ghouls with his awesome powers and big guns. Man, I wish I had guns like that, they are just so badass! But as clumsy as I am, I would probably end up shooting myself in the eye…" I said quietly into the night so as not to wake up my parents. "I wish he actually existed, and Hellsing too. My life is so boring; I would kill to have some thrill in it. And fighting vampires is a good source for it…" I know it was silly for a seventeen, almost eighteen-year-old woman to think so childishly but hey! It was fun. At least it was better than my old shitty, monotonous, boring life.

I went back to my phone, turning my back on the window and not seeing the faint spark of a star. I lay down on my bed and continued watching Hellsing.

Sometime between Anderson and Alucard's fight I fell asleep on top of the covers, still fully dressed in my pajamas and with my glasses on. I dreamed of a blinding light surrendering me with a warm feeling, and an angry voice yelling at me.

"Damn you girl! What have you done!?"

Maybe it was just the summer heat.

I don't know if it was the lack of sleep or perhaps a bad posture, but when I woke up I felt sore, like I had been sleeping on the hard floor, and what was more, I was somehow wet. I first thought it was just sweat but strangely enough, I was cold.

Too tired to open my eyes, I felt around the room to take my phone and see what time it was but, as I felt my surroundings, I couldn't make out my bed nor my night table, just something hard and rough. Reality hit me as I realized I was indeed lying on the floor, in the middle of the street, a very strange looking street.

"Was I sleepwalking? I don't remember ever being or seeing this part of the city before. Maybe I'm still dreaming". I started to stand up when I felt the tiny rocks of the road piercing my skin and a pink chewed bubblegum stuck to my thumb. "Nope. Definitely not a dream". I reached for the purple headphones that still hung from my ears.

After looking in all directions for any sign that was able to tell me where the hell I was, I decided to start walking and if I was lucky enough, I would find a person and ask them for directions.

In that exact moment, the familiar noise of my phone rang through the quietness of the night, startling me. I followed the sound of Zelda's clock tower music to the spot where I'd woken up earlier. It was too dark to see anything but, fortunately, I could see the light of the screen as it turned on with each ring. I reached down to take it when my hand got caught in a sticky puddle of something warm and liquid.

"Uhgg…That's just even grosser than the bubblegum." I said while wiping the precious object in my oversized puffy white shirt. The fluid had a coppery smell to it as if it was some kind of metal.

Too late. I decided to see what it really was. I turned on the flashlight App and gripped my shirt.

"Holy Shit!" I nearly screamed. The thing that I had touched and wiped all over my clothes was red and thick. I looked back at the floor and now noticed the big puddle of fresh blood that was splattered all over the street and the nearest shops.

I was checking myself to make sure it was not mine and debating whether I should call the police or not when I heard a piercing scream. I turned around, flashlight on, in time to see what looked like a middle aged woman being held by a younger man. But then again, I could not see properly even with my phone due to the darkness.

Then I heard moans and groans that came directly from behind me so I turned again to meet another weird sight: a large group of people walking very slowly and clumsily towards me. "What is this? Who are they? Muggers? Rapists? Both? Oh God, why me?".

"I had to sleep walk today of all days. Fuck my life!" I complained, mumbling to myself as I looked for any possible exits and ways to get out of there.

A loud thud could be heard from where the man was standing. I turned around yet again to find the woman had been thrown to the floor and the man was now smiling wickedly at me.

"My, my, today is my lucky day. Just when I thought the night couldn't get any better. You are quite young aren't you? Tell me: Are you a virgin?"

"I don't see why that is any of your concern, sir" I replied bitterly, trying my best to speak accurate English. I found it odd that some British guy was causing any kind of problem at this time of the day, in the middle of Toledo. Perhaps he was drunk or on drugs? None the less, I tried to sound confident though deep inside I was terrified. "What is he planning to do to me? Is he already tired of that woman and now wanted a new toy? And, what about those other people?". I thought as I eyed the body on the floor.

The poor woman was lying there motionless. "I bet she's dead or close to enough".

"Sorry man, but I don't want to end up being some psycho's whore for the night and then get thrown into some ditch to never be found again." I glared at him, hoping I looked a bit scarier, but I knew it was in vain.

"Cocky, aren't we?" came the amused and annoying voice of the man. "I know exactly what to do with the ones like you." He shouted at me as he licked his lips and started walking, no, stalking towards me as if I was some kind of prey and he was the predator.

I tried to stay calm but all my senses told me to flee from that place and never come back, and what was worse, the goddamn battery of my phone decided it was a good time to die and now I stood in complete darkness.

I tried to move but in reality, I was so scared that I couldn't. Now I understood all those horror films where the main character would do just this and I would laugh at them for being overdramatic.

In a blink of an eye, the whole group of people was around me, and the young man, who I believed to be the leader, was behind me, holding my arms painfully behind my back.

I tried to struggle against him but he only laughed and tightened his hold on my arms, giving me even more pain. "Hell no! Maybe he is going to kill me, torture me, or even rape me, but if this bastard thinks that I will scream just one time, he is highly wrong. I'm not going to give him that pleasure".

I gritted my teeth as he descended his mouth over my now exposed neck. I could feel his nasty tongue running along my jugular, leaving a trail of saliva. "OK. Maybe I will scream a little". He let go of one of my arms to grip a handful of my long brown locks. He laughed again, this time louder and sinisterly.

When he was about to sink his inhumanly long fangs into my neck, a loud bang echoed through the street. One by one, the zombified people exploded into a cloud of grayish dust, leaving no evidence of them ever standing there.

The creep holding me looked up. At the same time, I tried my best to see what was happening from the position he had put my head in. In that moment, the sound of heavy footsteps and rustle of clothes reached my ears and apparently also reached the freak's because he began to shake lightly. Soon, a scarlet-clad man came into view and with a smirk planted on his face; he aimed his gun at us. My eyes widened in realization.

"No, it can't be." I whispered low enough that even I had problems to hear myself. "This must be some kind of sick joke." I was half expecting my moronic friends to come out from a dark corner screaming "surprise" and telling me how foolish I was to believe this was real.

But it never happened.