A/N: A special thanks for the anonymous 3: Anonymous person, Chrono, and HUNK694. I appreciated the comments very much and I'm glad you liked the chapter. I'll be sure to keep it goin' for ya.

To those who didn't realize it, Seras DID die in the first chapter. Yes folks...she does not exist in this story now. Sorry to dissapoint those fans of hers. I think she's totally badass myself but...it happens.

Ericka-Whatever, you just wanted competition removed...

A.U-...Hush you

DISCLAIMER- I own NOTHING...except for the character, Ericka...her soul belongs to me ^-^

DREAM

Ericka screamed as her green eyes stared in horror at the individual she'd called her father. Though he'd been skinny from his smoking and such, he was also torn and bloody, a chunk out of his neck. His mouth was hanging open, drool lightly dripping out as he took slow steps towards her.

"D-dad…" Ericka backed away slowly. "Dad …it's me." Her hands found the wall behind her as her mind went into overdrive. Come on Ericka, you really think that your dad is okay? First off, he's got a chunk out of his neck and he's drooling and walking around like a zombie. THIS is not your father! A hand reached down into her two sizes two big hoodie pocket and pulled out the large knife in which her pagan friend had gotten blessed by a priestess as a gift. As she pulled the cover off the blade, her 'father' growled, snapping his jaws at her. The man closed in on her due to the fact that she couldn't move any farther away. She refrained from gagging at the stench of blood and death as he placed hands on either side of her head.

"D-dad…" Ericka watched his face hover over her shoulder. She was trembling now as she blinked back tears of pure fear. "D-daddy please…" This is NOT your father! Your father would never do anything like this and he would NOT be doing this to you. He's smacked you around, yes but NEVER would he act like THIS.

Drool fell onto her white, cotton, work shirt as he opened his mouth wider.

Ericka closed her eyes, "Daddy…" she let it pass her lips as a whisper before she slammed the blade of her knife into his chest.

The pained cry echoed through the house as the torn male backed away, black hair flying about wildly around his head. His left hand gripped the knife handle before he froze, his body convulsing once as it slowly became dust. The knife, no longer in a solid object, clattered to the ground.

Her chest rose and fell shakily as she stared at the floor. A mix of confusion and fear plain on her face as the blood curdling scream of a child sounded on the floor above her.

END DREAM

"Abbey!" Ericka bolted upright, chest moving quickly as she took in panicked breaths. Her eyes were wide as she took in her new environment. She was in a large bedroom, sitting in a soft but firm full sized bed for two. The door was on the opposite wall that the bed was against and a dresser with a large mirror was against the left wall of the room. A nightstand was next to the bed on the right side and two tall dressers without mirrors were directly across from the other dresser.

"…" Ericka looked over at a chair to the left of the bed and saw her clothes hanging over the back and another set of clothes folded neatly on the seat. Frowning, she looked down at herself to see a rather old fashioned, white cotton night gown covering her body. The teen plucked at the ribbon that laced up from the chest to the neck of the clothing when a knock came at the door.

Looking up, she saw an elder man step into her room. He wore black pants, a white button up shirt with a black vest overtop and a monocle. His jet black hair was in a little long and tied in a ponytail at the back of his neck.

"Oh, I see that you're awake now." The man smiled; the British accent common now to the American girl's ears. "I was glad that Sir Integra's old clothes fit you. Your clothes were quite dirty. In fact, that's what I came in to get if you don't mind.

Stunned Ericka didn't speak. Instead she blinked at the old man's dark eyes. "Uh…"

The man chuckled. "Oh, excuse me. My name is Walter; I am Sir Integra's butler."

Ericka raised an eyebrow. "Um…right. So…" She ran a hand through her choppily cut hair. "Look, thanks for not leaving me out in the middle of the road out there, but..."

"Sir Integra would like to speak with you once you've gotten dressed." Walter walked in and grabbed the dirty clothes that the young woman had been wearing. "I'll be two doors down if you need anything, Miss?" He turned to face the girl, leaving the end as more of a question. When she seemed to hesitate about stating her name, he added, "No use hiding… we wouldn't harm you miss..."

Ericka moved her gaze from the blankets on the bed to Walter's. His words were kind, yet firm…almost fatherly or at least more fatherly than her father had been. Her lips twitched into an unseen smile. "Ericka," she finally stated softly. "My name is Ericka Hart."

Walter nodded and headed for the door as Erika scooted out of bed. She picked up the clothes she was supposed to wear, finding a white dress shirt and a floor length skirt. Eww… nose wrinkled she looked over her shoulder to the open doorway. "Walter?"

The man poked his head in, an eyebrow raised. "Yes Ms. Hart?"

Raising a brow of her own, she stated simply, "I'd prefer it if you'd call me by Ericka, if it's alright… also," She held up the skirt. "You got anything like... dress pants maybe? Skirts really aren't my thing."

Walter chuckled, "I think I can find some for you, Ericka."

Ericka nodded with a smile as he disappeared out of view. Stripping off the sleepwear, she noticed the sports bra and bindings that had hidden her D cup breasts were gone and a normal one in their place. Seeing how they spilled out some, she frowned before reaching behind her to unhook it and checked the size …C…

With a sigh, the bra was placed back on and the shirt was pulled onto her body. The bra would have to do for now, but one could only be comfortable in a size smaller for only so long. She was finishing up the last few buttons on the soft shirt when Walter returned with a pair of what looked like black slacks with pockets and belt loops. As she pulled them on Walter waited patiently.

"I almost couldn't find them," he said glancing at the red stud in the left of Ericka's nose. "You might want to take that out…and tuck in your shirt before you speak with Sir Integra."

As this was said, Ericka almost laughed. "Why? It's not like he's my-"

"Uh, Sir Integra is a she."

Ericka opened her mouth before her faced took on a confused look. "She…" the girl blinked as she obliged and tucked in her shirt. "I'm not taking this out." She pointed to the stud in her nose. "So…why is she called a 'sir' when she is indeed a she? Shouldn't it be Ms. or Mrs.?"

Walter led her out of the room and down the hall. "Well, Sir is actually her title…for what I don't think I should tell you though."

Ericka raised a brow curiously. "Why, is it really that confidential?"

"Ah, here we are," Walter opened a set of doors, ignoring the teen's question. "Sir Integra, Ms. Hart is here if you'd like to speak with her now."

The Thirty two year old woman sitting at the office desk looked through round glasses. Pale blonde hair tumbled down around her shoulders as calculating blue eyes stared at the girl with a piercing gaze. A thin cigar was between her lips, the burnt end turning bright orange as she inhaled. Placing the cigar between the middle and index finger of her right hand, she let the smoke leave her mouth. "Thank you Walter…" her eyes went back to the girl. "What's your first name, Ms. Hart?

"Ericka…" the teen stepped forward. "Look, I appreciate the hospitality so far and all but-"

"Sit," Integra ordered, voice a little stern. Ericka blinked, glancing at the chair in front of her before she pulled it out and sat in it cautiously.

Taking another drag from her cigar, Integra interlaced her fingers. "So… Erika, you're quite young to be off on your own." She chuckled. "And disguised as a boy for that matter…"

The comment made Ericka's eyes narrow just a bit. "First off, disguising as a boy is better than dressing as a girl which would make it more likely for me to get kidnapped or raped and such. So unlike you, who seems to find it funny, I thought it was a pretty damn smart idea." She ignored the glare and continued. "Second, I'll be eighteen in about a month and a half…which to me would be considered a legal adult. So therefore, I'm not that young."

A blonde brow rose as Integra stared at Ericka, smoke from the cigar curling around her. She cocked her head to one side in thought. "Do your parents know where you are?"

Ericka hoped the woman didn't see her shudder as the image of her father as a ghoul flashed in her mind. "They're home in America, ma'am." She brought her left hand up, chewing on her short nails before adding. "They don't even know I'm here."

"So you're a runaway then?"

"Not unless it still counts when they're dead."

Integra blinked at this, expression only showing a bit of understanding. "It's rather hard when someone close dies…"

A bitter chuckle escaped the girl. "My parents and I weren't close." She glanced at the desk, a light amount of venom showing through her green eyes. "They weren't exactly what you'd call the 'parenting' type."

Integra nodded, "I see…well I'm sorry-"

"You know….I don't really think you are…to be brutally honest." She leaned forward, eyes narrowed suspiciously. "In fact, I would think you don't give a shit about my past at all. That's not why you wanted to talk to me, so quit beating around the damn bush and say what you really want to ask me already."

Integra's eyes went lidded before she opened a drawer in her desk. Ericka's eyes widened as the woman pulled her knife out and rested it on a small stack of papers between them. "Now…" Integra took another puff on her cigar. "You attacked my vampire with this knife, instead of the gun that was found on you, and you attacked the other vampire with this knife as well." When the girl nodded, she continued. "Did you have your knife blessed?"

Again, Ericka nodded. "By a wiccan priestess…Why is this important?"

"And you were indeed there when Alucard killed the other?"

"Like I said…why is this important?"

"How did you know to bless the blade?"

The question shocked the girl. "I….I didn't; it was a gift from a friend."

Integra frowned lightly as blackness appeared behind her against the wall. Ericka's eyes widened as the vampire dressed in red, which she guessed was 'Alucard', stepped through. "What she says is indeed true, master, but I don't think she's telling everything…" He grinned, enlarged canines showing as he did so. "I think she should stay here…"

Both women spoke a strong, "No" at the same time before Integra added. "The organization doesn't need a child to look after."

Ericka glared, "Hey, I'm not a child… and I don't need your damn organization either."

"But you do need a place to stay," Walter stepped up next to her as he spoke. "I do apologize, Sir Integra, but I agree with Alucard on this." When the woman opened her mouth to speak, he raised a hand. "I'm not as young as I used to be, and I could use an assistant." He smiled at Ericka gently. "It would also give her a place to stay without being on the run so much…as well as a job."

Integra frowned, knowing her butler had a point. Though she didn't want to admit it, Walter was growing quite old. She let out a sight while Alucard grinned, already knowing that she'd agreed.

"Welcome to Hellsing, Ms. Hart." Walter smiled softly before Integra nodded.

"Yes, you'll be under Walter's wing for the time being." She glanced at a bewildered Ericka. "You'll take orders from Walter and me…occasionally Alucard when you're serving him. You'll start…now." smirked lightly as she said it.

"I…uh…" Ericka shook her head. "Hold on… I don't get a say in this at all? I mean, we are talking about my life."

Integra smirked lightly as she pulled out another cigar. "As you've pointed out, Ms. Hart, you're not even eighteen yet. Therefore…"

"No," Alucard was still grinning at Ericka as he finished his master's sentence. She was a strange little thing. The fact that she'd dressed as a boy…and that he couldn't see into her mind at all, were things that confused him slightly. He was glad his master had given in so easily, thanks to Walter…because he wanted to know just what was keeping him from infiltrating this new servant girl's mind.

Ericka looked at the three of them. Seeing how they were set on the decision that was her fate, she let her shoulder's slump. Letting out a breath she muttered,"…well….fuck."

Nightfall

Thank god they're all asleep… Ericka made her way down the hall, her own clothes on her body now. It had taken some time, but she'd coaxed a very stubborn Integra to at least give her knife back. She'd also wanted the gun, but the knife worked just fine. The blade was now tucked away into one deep pocket of her hoodie. The money she'd gotten from the bus driver and the dead officer's body was gone. It wasn't that much really… the thought ran through her head as she reached the stairs. I can steal more than that pick pocketing people.

As she placed her left foot on the step, a creak echoed through the quiet. The noise caused her to bite her lip as she gingerly went down the steps as quickly as possible so as not to press too hard on each one. Within moments, she was across the floor, opening the door and stepping out into the night air…and smacking into a clothed torso as soon as she shut the door.

"Shit…" Ericka opened her eyes to see red before she looked up into Alucard's face. The tinted glasses were on his face, completely intact and hiding his eyes.

Alucard stared at the girl for a moment, his eyes peeking over the yellow tinted lenses. "Where do you think you are running off to?"

"The hell away from you crazy people…that's where," Ericka crossed her arms. "Now, you gonna let me leave peacefully or do I have to slash at you again?"

Alucard frowned, "You are not allowed to leave…."

"Ugh…do I care though? Not really; you people don't own me…and you don't scare me either…so move."

Alucard couldn't help but chuckle at the 5'3" girl. "Don't I?" He pulled off his glasses and leaned down until he was face to face with the girl. "I could kill you within moments…and that doesn't frighten you…girl?

Ericka blinked, "Did….did you know I was a girl from the very beginning?"

"Perhaps if you are going to be here…I should at least see what you do know." Alucard grinned, his fangs peeking out from under his lip. "Do you know how a vampire is made?"

Ericka's eyes went lidded. "You gonna answer my question first?" She sighed as he remained quiet. "Okay…uh, a human has to have their blood drank by a vampire right?"

"There are two ways, actually…" He moved a little closer as he spoke. "There are rare occasions in which one becomes a vampire through lovemaking…with a vampire of course. The other is that a vampire must drink the blood of a virgin. Otherwise the victim would become a mindless ghoul." Alucard's grin spread. "Are you a virgin, Ericka?"

Her eyes were wide, not from what he'd just asked, but from what he'd said. "I…I'm going back to bed now." She turned and opened the door to the house, the vampire following her.

"Changed your mind," Alucard's voice questioned behind her as he watched her head towards the steps.

"Uh…yeah, night," Ericka turned and raced up the steps now, half hearing the vampire's comment about it being a beautiful night. Her mind was only thinking about his words.

A vampire must drink the blood of a virgin… otherwise the victim would become a mindless ghoul…

Oh god, oh god… Ericka burst into the bathroom next to her room and found the toilet just as her stomach muscles heaved. Her body trembled at the thoughts running through her mind.

Virgin blood…

Abbey…

A pair of golden eyes flashed in her head; the eyes of the bastard who had raped her little sister.

A/N- Ooooohhh snap! Those of you may think "oh no she DIDN'T!" but you know what? I just DID!

Okay...not really...so review and stay tuned for the next update ^^'