Alucard

She did not wake up peacefully. Even when he sent her that message in her sleep to make the whole 'I'm a vampire, now' realization easier, she did not wake up peacefully. At all. Her consciousness did not roll in peacefully, it did not go from drizzle to rain. It went from her asleep, a sunny day, to a wild, furious hurricane in an instant.

He was sitting next to her when she awoke. His master, Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing, was up in her office doing whatever it was she did up there, monitoring the UK for supernatural activity, filing paperwork, etc… Walter was off doing… butler things, he supposed.

Anyway, he was just sitting there, when she shifted slightly. He thought at first that it was just an innocent movement in her sleep, but the next thing he knew, her legs were wrapped around his neck, his head was slammed into the mattress, and she was clenching her thighs tighter and tighter. She's trying to break my neck! Curious to see if she'd actually do it, he let her. Sure enough, after less than a moment, crrrunch! The vertebrae in his neck grinded together and snapped. If he wasn't immortal, he'd be dead. She would have killed him without a second thought. He had no heartbeat to begin with, so when he let his body go limp beneath her, he didn't blame her one bit for letting go. He let his body slide to the floor in a heap and willed his injury not to heal just yet. She stood up. She stumbled once or twice, but once she had her footing, she knelt down next to him and started searching him. Through their bond as Master and Fledgling, he could hear her thoughts. She was looking for a weapon.

It sure is good that that Eraser croaked without a sound. Come on, you dirty dogs always have a gun on you, somewhere.

Okay, this was a case of mistaken identity. Good to know.

Odd, he looked weird for an Eraser. What the bloody hell are you wearing? Who are you? Or, were you? I tried reading your mind, and all I saw was blood. Sorry pal, but you had to go. Sorry? Why do I feel sorry about killing an Eraser? You know what? It doesn't matter. Escape now, ponder later. Wait, WTF is that? There's someone poking around my head! I don't know who you are, pal, but my private thoughts are private!

And just like that, the metaphorical door slammed in his face and her head went silent. Who was this police girl? All he knew about her was that she was a police officer, her name was Seras Victoria, and had some connection to someone named 'Angel Ride' and a (possibly) group called 'The Flock'. That, and her blood had tasted weird. But, that was it.

He felt her hand close around his gun, and he thought that was a good time to quit the act. "Impressive technique, police girl." She was so surprised, she dropped the gun and jumped back into a fighting stance. Alucard stood up, his neck twisted at an awkward angle from being broken. She took two steps back. "What the hell?" She asked, almost to herself.

Alucard healed his neck and rolled it a few times before he cocked his head to one side and asked, "So, Police girl? How does it feel? Now that you're a vampire?" She froze. Then, she got a look on her face. She's remembering… it'll register in her mind any second, now.

She watched in awe as he materialized a mirror with his shadows and handed it to her. She took it and opened her mouth. The second it registered in her mind that she had fangs, she squealed and dropped the mirror, causing the glass to shatter. The pieces turned back into shadows and crept back into Alucard's body.

"Not happening, not happening, not happening," she was saying to herself. "This isn't possible! Vampires aren't real!"

"I can assure you, they are. I am one as well." Alucard said.

The police girl crossed her arms. "Why does this crap always happen to me?" She asked aloud.

He wasn't quite sure what she meant by that, but the door to her mind was closed tight, and stronger than even he could penetrate.

"Impressive show, Police Girl." Sir Integra said, walking into the room. "Your reflexes are fast. If Alucard here were human, he'd be dead."

"Where the heck am I?" She demanded.

"You're too loud, Police Girl. I don't care if you're a vampire. You're still English, have some manners."

"Firstly," The Police Girl said, marching up to Sir Integra with fire in her eyes, "I have every right to be loud. I just woke up in a strange place with fangs with a f**k-mothering vampire watching me sleep! Secondly, Where the hell am I?"

Sir Integra smiled. Alucard liked the Police Girl's fire, and he could tell his Master liked it, too.

"Fair enough. But do have some manners from now on. As for where you are, this is our headquarters. We are called the Hellsing Organization. We are the monsters who protect England from the other monsters."

"Well, I'm one of those monsters, now! What the heck am I supposed to do?!"

"Given your condition, you're going to be working for us from now on." Sir Integra said as Walter handed the Police Girl a yellow and red Hellsing Uniform. We've received word of a string of vampire attacks. Go and kill the vampire, Police Girl."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold the phone. Time out. Rewind! What exactly does the rest of the world think happened to me?" She demanded.

"You're dead, obviously. Your funeral was yesterday."

If looks could kill, they'd all be dead from the look on the Police Girl's face. But, she took a breath and her fists clenched. "I suppose I don't have a choice, do I?" She asked, taking the uniform.

Alucard didn't bring it up, but he couldn't help but notice the two holes the Police Girl, his fledgling, Seras Victoria, had cut into the back of her new Hellsing Uniform.

Angel Ride

If the incident in Cheddar hadn't proven it already, or the fact that he freaking healed the broken neck she gave him, by the end of their first mission together, killing the vampires Leif and Jessica (which Angel had done with ease and pleasure with her raptor-like eyesight, not having to enhance her vision with her vampirism at all) , Angel had concluded that the man she had dubbed 'Big Red' when she had first seen him in Cheddar, her 'Master', Alucard, was a total badass.

For now, she still had Hellsing under the impression that she was Seras Victoria, the young police girl whose parents had been murdered in front of her when she was young. In reality, her name was Angel Ride, the youngest member of the Flock who had been sold to wack job scientists for $30,000 before she was born. The human-avian hybrid, 98% human (or, she supposed, vampire, now) and 2% raptor, with mind-reading, mind-control, and limited shape-shifting abilities, as well as a pair of fourteen foot retractable wings attached to her back.

They hadn't changed her clothes when they had brought her to the headquarters, thank God (they would have been in for two seven-and-a-half foot, white-feathered surprises) But she was sure it was only a matter of time before they'd find out who she was (especially with a certain vampire constantly trying to break through the barrier she'd placed around her mind) and she would have to make a mad fly for it yet again to meet back up with the rest of the flock. She'd already used her telepathy to contact Max and let her know that she was alive, but undead, and couldn't meet up with the rest of the Flock, who had been beside themselves with worry and grief, under the impression that she was dead). They were staying in an abandoned hunting cabin not too far from London, but not too far from Hellsing, either. If and when Hellsing found out, Angel knew it always ended the same. Cages, experiments, white coats. She was never living in a cage, again. Not even her Master could make her.

All in all, Angel decided she liked her Master. He was proud, arrogant, and downright sadistic at times, sure. Then again, so was she. But, he was a damaged soul, still picking up the pieces even though it had been so long. He was kind in his own way, respectful (most of the time), she knew he cared about her (otherwise, he wouldn't pester her so to drink the blood), and she could tell that although she hadn't seen it yet, he was perfectly capable of being gentle when he wanted to be. Certainly an anti-hero. While she wasn't letting him read her mind, Angel was cautiously poking around his memories and hearing his thoughts without him even realizing it. She didn't' know the details, but she knew he was incredibly old, his life was filled from beginning to end with war, tragedy, suffering, bloodshed, disappointment, and betrayal, and was forced into servitude under Hellsing by the seals, which could be seen on the white gloves he was always wearing.

Yes, Angel liked her Master. But he couldn't know who or what she was. She liked her Master, but she sure as hell didn't want his pistol trained on her… or her Flock.

Sorry for the long wait! Glad you guys liked chapter one so much! Chapter three should be up, soon, but expect irregular updates.

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