12 Years

Year Seven

Damned:

She was damned from the start. Damned, doomed, cursed. She was the child of a vampire and a human, and the religious folk were already saying she was doomed to an eternity in hell. But it wasn't like she was already living in hell. The kid was a nut. Diagnosed with ADHD at four years old, which was seemingly impossible, just made focusing on life as it whisked itself by was a difficult task. But God wasn't done with her yet. She had Asthma; Tourette's Syndrome (which she was diagnosed with just before her most recent birthday) and was getting accustomed to her new toy; an insulin pump.

Her father says it's because Vampires don't need insulin. Her mother says it's probably in the family history. The doctors say her pancreas just broke down. And the clergy calls her damned. But damn, it's not like she hasn't heard that before.

Still, she lives. She lives a life where even without her demonic heritage and disorders the world would throw everything it had at her and see how she caught it. Being a Hellsing alone was equal to having Atlas thrust the weight of the sky on your shoulders and leave you with only our feet to kick vampire butt. But it's not like you need your arms to kick butt anyway. But instead of the sky on your shoulders, it would be more earthly things. Keeping up the family's reputation, managing to stay in social circles that the clan has stayed in for centuries, attending fancy parties, going to meetings, pleasing the Queen, serving the Church, and of course, paperwork.

Paperwork. Oh how she hated that word. How it would consume her mother, mind, body and soul, until she finished it all. Instead of taking pleasant walks to the park, playing in the snow, or taking naps, she would sit behind that desk all day and all night constantly scribbling and doing paperwork. Seeing her mother's face at mealtimes was a treat for her, and whenever there was a day where all the paperwork was done, her mother would be sleeping all day. Just like her Father.

Her Father. She knew what he was. A vampire. Not just any vampire, but a Nosferatu, the strongest of them all. He brought her out on missions, he helped train her, and taught her about her midian powers. She felt so close to him, but so distant at the same time. He never told her about anything that happened before he met her mother, and he hadn't even told her how they met. "When you are older." he would always reply when he asked her. When you are older...from the way they said it, it seemed as if she would regret getting older. Well, she would get older if anyone like it or not. And she was going to live. Live her stinkin' god damned life. Whether anyone liked it or not.

School...:

Nymph's scrawny figure stumbled into the classroom under the weight of the gargantuan school books in her backpack. She was seven years old, and was starting public school for the first time. Not really. She attended some school last year. Just to try it out. Before that, she was home schooled by Walter and her parents. Last year, she was put into Year 3 which apparently, was too easy for her. Actually, too easy was an understatement. She pretty much looked down on her fellow schoolmates and even the teacher, seeing as she knew every topic more in-depth than required than the teacher. So, the school district did what it was too lazy to do before. They gave her an evaluation test.

The results? Well, the district was deemed stupid by judging the No-Life Princess' abilities based on her medical conditions. Instead of being in Year 3, she was supposed to be starting Year 9 right about now. But, Sir Integra placed her into Year 8. She didn't want to take any chances with her daughter's education, and wanted to make sure that the girl had a tight grasp on the basics.

Today was her first day in school. She quickly gathered all the human strength she had (her vampire powers would be too much) and got to the nearest seat she could find. She plopped the bag down next to her desk, took out three thick phone books, stacked them up on her seat and sat on them. She heard some girls giggle next to her and heard their thoughts screaming 'Oh my GOD! That is soooo CUTE!'. She scowled under her breath. It was 7:00am. Too early for a human, too late for a vampire. She wasn't in the mood. Then, something, no, someone caught her eye.

Two boys about ten years old strolled into the room. Everyone turned their heads abruptly to them. Then, everything went silent. It was so quiet that you couldn't even hear breathing.

They were excelled students, just like her. Both of them had fit, athletic bodies. One had black hair and childish freckles that dotted a pale face, and the other one had white hair that matched his skin. It wasn't their appearance that caught everyone's eyes though, it was their vibes. They had a very unique aura. It was one of authority, like they were the ones running the show. It was one that gave them the strength to raise their head high and make everyone succumb to them. It was like that of a Hellsing. One the girl wished she had. All of a sudden, warm spellbinding sensation flooded Nymph's senses as she inhaled their blood. Their blood was pure, one hundred percent virgin blood. The real deal. The scent was spicy, smoky, hot. Nymph wanted to go berserk, totally lose control in complete blood lust just for a drop that precious, red liquid. But, the bell rang walked over to their seats right in front of her as the teacher walked in. The scent was even stronger as the black haired one sat in front of her. This was going to be one hell of a day...

-x-x-x-

"Okay, time for attendance." the teacher cleared his voice. He went down the list of names until:

"Ace D. Portgas?" He asked

"It's Portugus D. Esu Sir." He said in a Japanese accent.

"Well, it doesn't matter what order it's in as long as you are here." He went down a few more names.

"Shee-zoo-oka...Smoker?"

"Sir, it's Shizuoka." The gray haired kid had no accent. He didn't even sound British.

"And Smoker is your real name?"

"Yes Sir."

"Okay..." The teacher read more names.

"Alex-an-drey-eena...Wingates?"

"Sir, it's Alexandreina, and that's my Romanian name. I would prefer my real name, Nymphadora."."

"Okay Nymphadora." He crossed out something on the attendance sheet and wrote something on it.

Nymph wondered how that name even got on the attendance sheet. Not even her father, who gave her that name called her that. Oh well, maybe her father got a little homesick and took it out on the attendance sheet. Even though he usually did that by speaking to everyone in Romanian for the day. It was quite entertaining actually. Seeing her mother's face make the weirdest faces while trying to understand what he was saying. Then, when she pushed to the edge, she'd take out that gun with the silver bullets. Oooo she remembered she shot him last time. He was rolling on the ground in pain, and heard Walter shout something about "Willy". Whoever he was--

"OKAY KIDS!" The teacher clapped his hands loudly, which snapped Nymph out of her reminiscing session. "My name is Mr. Trevett, and we are going to be stuck with each other for the rest of the school year! And if you fail and end up in summer school, I'll get to see you even more!! Whoopieeee!!" He waved his arms in celebration.

"Mom told me the English were nice, calm people..." She could hear the boy named "Ace" think.

Well, this was going to be one hell(sing) of a year...

OKAYYYYYYYYYYYYY!! People, I am SO VERY VERY VERY VERY sorry for this super-late update. But, I have my reasons. First of all, I had summer school starting (I didn't fail, I'm ADVANCING) and second of all, my best friend came and visited. Her name is Writer's block. Then, I went to see the July 4th fireworks in NYC so I was too lazy to work on Saturday, and I went to a party that day so on Sunday I was too dead to touch my computer. The end.

Notes-

I did some reasearch on the schooling system for UK. Please correct me if I made some mistakes in the daily procedures or the year.

Year 3- Second grade for us Americans.

Year 8- Seventh grade for us Americans.

Year 9- Eighth grade for us Americans.

Alexandreina- Nymph's Romanian name. It's actually on her birth certificate (Buahahaha Alucard DID get to name her something after all!) but no one ever calls her that. And when she is introduced formally to anyone, it is as Nymphadora Integral Wingates Hellsing. So, if Nymph ever runs away to Romania (tsk tsk tsk partial foreshadowing) she can call herself Alexandreina Tepes. Oh and btw, the name fits, since it means "defender of mankind" or so I've seen...

Ace and Smoker- C'mon people! One Piece is my SOUL! Especially Ace. :) But Smoker is my favorite Marine, so I put him in there too. And...Kohta Hirano-sama said he wanted to feel up Nami someday...so I felt it necessary to put in a pinch of one of his (and my) favorite anime.

The first part of this chapter- I tried the best I could with Writer's Block...

Wow...the notes are longer than the story! 0.o...

Ja Ne!

JIGGA