Chapter #4: Welcome to Hellsing part 1: She awakes.

Black…that was all she could see. Darkness surrounded her as a throbbing headache made itself present. Her eyes burnt and she could barely open them, so she opted to just lay there. Well, at least she was comfortable enough. She turned in the bed to find a cool spot but after a couple of tries she just gave up and, much to her displeasure, she opened her eyes slowly.

She felt dizzy and very tired. She was not aware of her surroundings but she could sense something was not right. She sat on the bed too quickly and a wave of nausea hit her, making her lay down again. The girl stared at the wood ceiling for a moment before realizing that was not the ceiling.

"I don't remember having this bed." She threw the covers off her and climbed out of the four poster bed to discover that she was in some sort of unknown bedroom. First reason to be scared: you don't know whose bedroom it is.

There was the usual furniture in the room apart from the bed: there was a desk with a pair of chairs, a wardrobe so big it could contain all her clothes and more, and a dark green fluffy carpet that looked out of place. She bent down just enough for her to pick up the end of the carpet…A big red spot underneath it. The fluffy thing was lowered as fast as it was lifted. The rest of the room looked, although quite simple, really expensive. Second reason to be scared: never trust rich people.

The other things she noticed were a small mirror hung on the opposite wall, and the only door she could see. The teen got close to the mirror to look at herself and she grimaced at the image.

Her hair was a total mess and it was dotted with patches of dried blood; she had dark circles around her eyes and their brown color had lost its brightness. That's when she noticed her blurry sight and that her glasses were missing, probably left behind when she had been "rescued". That brought up a question: who exactly had carried her here? She reached for the door and found it locked. Third reason to be scared: they have locked you up.

Meanwhile, three floors up, the moon that was out that night cast little light through the big window of the office that was currently being used by four people, all of them wearing a frown on their faces; except for one certain Vampire King, who wore his usual scary grin.

"Police Girl" The blond vampire, who had been toying with the hem of the shirt of her uniform, and not paying much attention to her master's master speech, jumped at the sound of Sir Integra's voice saying her nickname, earning a disapproving glare from her master.

"Y-yes sir?"

"Would you be so courteous as to explain what has happened again?"

Seras swallowed at this. She was definitely angry despise the calm and relaxed tone.

"Yes sir! I-I was with the men; we had already finished killing the ghouls in the area and we were resting when I heard a sound. I decided to see w-what it was, and that's when I found the girl and the head vampire."

"And that's when you decided that shooting straight at the hostage was the best idea. Not only that, but you also disobeyed my direct orders leaving the men and acting by yourself!"

"B-but Sir I-"

"Silence! You are dismissed." Seras was now close to tears, she didn't mean to cause any trouble. She opened the door quietly and left the room.

The young Hellsing leader sighed, annoyed, she had enough problems already and she didn't have the patience for this.

She turned her glare to her old friend and loyal butler, Walter, she softened a bit and the edges of her lips turned up a little. Walter had always been there for her, she could always count on him for advice. She quickly covered it, though. The old man smiled back at her as if he understood her situation.

"I suggest questioning the girl first to see if she knows something. But I advise against using the usual method seeing as she's quite young and being in her actual position: in an unknown place and surrounded by strange people. She might get scared and then we would not get any answers. Especially after a traumatic experience like hers." He finished talking, readjusting his monocle.

"Walter is right, master. Besides, before she passed out, she spoke in a foreign language so there's a possibility that she's not English, which will only make things more difficult." Integra watched his servant suspiciously.

"Since when do you care for others?" She asked, raising a brow and taking another cigar.

"I do not care for the girl. I'm just curious about the situation. It's been a while since something mildly interesting happened in this household." He said while grinning madly as he left the room in a cloud of mist.

"I swear these two damn vampires are driving me crazy".

"Why thank you master, I do my best at it".

"Walter, I need a vacation" The old butler just smiled at this and opened the door for his lady.

She didn't have a clock but she was sure it has been at least an hour since she had woken up here. She was now currently sitting on the edge of the bed and she wasn't feeling a bit better. In this last hour she had discovered that she was still wearing her bloody pajamas, and that it must be night because she could not hear a thing from the other side of the door. That or she had been locked in a dungeon…a luxurious dungeon.

After waiting a bit more, she decided that she had waited enough so she went to the door and, taking a few steps back, she slammed her shoulder in it. The door didn't budge but the shoulder did. She bit her lip as to not scream and tried again. This time the cursed piece of wood gave out and she fell to the floor of the empty and dark corridor, on top of the now broken door. The loud bang of the door hitting the floor was accompanied by her hysterical laughter.

"HAHAHAHA. I'm going to die..."

She looked in both directions to make sure no one was there and then she broke into a run. Passing a few more doors; no windows or stairs that would lead her to the uppers levels.

"I think I was in some kind of basement. For the distance I've already run, I deduce this is a big place. Maybe a mansion". She kept running for a long time, stopping here and there to rest. Finally she reached the stairs.

"God, I'm out of shape…" The now sweating girl said while panting hard, hunching and with her hands on her knees.

She used her hands and the tips of her feet to guide her in the dark while climbing the stairs, but unfortunately she tripped with her own foot and fell forwards, mouth first, into the hard stone.

"Ouch…My pride…." As she was standing up she felt a line of warm blood dripping from her now busted lip. "No time for treating it". She brushed her mouth with the back of her hand and started walking again.

"YES! I've made it to the top!" She exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air and breathing hard. "Now where should I go? This is a freaking labyrinth, guess if this one has a David Bowie too…" She was about to pick the left corridor when she heard gunshots from the right one and, being the curious freak she was, she ended up choosing that one… Bad choice…

Meanwhile in another part of the mansion:

It was not a difficult mission but fighting against the undead was always tiring. They were all back at Hellsing HQ and the few remaining soldiers were resting, although some of them were still training at the fire range. That's when they were informed that a rouge vampire had broken into the mansion.

"A vampire in the mansion?" The whispers of the agitated Hellsing staff filled the room with that announcement.

"Oh God not another attack, we haven't finished repairing the damage the last one caused."

"Well, ladies." A much older man spoke. "We should do our job then and kill that bastard before it kills us" All of them agreed silently, although some were still doubtful. They readied their guns and waited for the freak.

Five fucking minutes, she had been walking for about five fucking minutes towards that direction and now she could tell she was totally lost. The gunshots she had been following had long stopped and she was starting to feel the side effects of last night: she could feel the pain from her wounds now, she was hungry and tired of all this shit.

"Movie or not, they do not have the right to do this to me".

She kept walking for another five minutes and she still didn't know where she was. She couldn't find anyone and the fact that it was deadly silent unnerved her. She was about to give up when she rounded the corner and found a group of armed men wearing very familiar uniforms.

Her eyes went wide when some of them turned their heads towards her with fear in their own.

Little by little all of them turned and shakily aimed their guns, ready to shoot.

"Those weapons look very realistic. They really took their job seriously".

The soldiers were talking in a hushing tone among them, and she couldn't hear them well due to the distance, but she could make out some words that sounded like "blood" and "vampire", or was it "cold" and "bonfire"?

She tried to get a bit closer to be able to hear what they were saying but to no avail.

"Guess I should be friendly to them? After all they have "saved me" and haven't called the police or anything. Although they have also thrown me into a locked room with no windows, no phone and no way to come out of it". She stepped closer to the group smiling broadly, showing off her teeth. Apparently that was a bad idea.

While she was struggling with herself, the Hellsing men were doing just the same.

"W-who is this girl? I haven't seen her before" One of the men spoke, breaking the silence.

"She's so pale…" Said another one.

"And she's covered in blood from head to toe." A third one added.

"The rouge vampire…" Finally one of them said what everyone was thinking.

Then the girl walked towards them smiling, blood pouring from her mouth and that was it. They started firing at the "monster."

The now wide eye child watched terrified as the bullets left the guns, one by one, flying at her faster than she would have thought.

"Seems they were real after all." She said with a sarcastic laugh. "Fuck."