Disclaimer: Do not own anything of Hellsing.

a/n The idea came to me while i was watching beauty and the beast. There will be some connections to the move, but only the few character names and locations. it's based pretty much in the same time period, well as close to it I could get. Most of the events in this will be fictional, and if they happen to collateral with a real event it was unintentional. I have only watched the ultimate series, so i'm sorry if there are things wrong.

It was in the middle of a blizzard when she arrived, dawn was three hours away. Not that one could tell. A shawl was over her head to give her some protection, she was dressed in a heavy petty coat and her skirt was think as well to keep her warm, moving gracefully she started towards the tavern. The storm seemed to stop as she opened the door to the tavern, causing the people inside to stop what they were doing and freeze, the moon broke through the clouds, shining down on her in its blood red colour.

The door closed behind her, reaching up she removed the shawl from her head, and placed it around her shoulders, showing that she had blond hair that was tide back and spiked out. Moving to the tavern keeper, she placed her hands on the counter. "I need a room."

"You're English."

Giving a sigh she reached into her skirt pocket and placed three shillings on the counter. "I need a room."

The tavern keeper raised his brow and took the money. "The last room at the top of the stairs."

Nodding her head she moved to sit down. "I need work"

The people in the tavern started to laugh at that, narrowing her eyes she matched the tavern keeper's glare. "I need work"

Giving a lewd smile the keeper leaned against the counter with his arms crossed. "Oh an English Whore needs a job, but my girls have no need for a new friend."

She snarled at the man "I'll serve the men but I won't pleasure them." the keeper raise his eye brow, while continuing to smile lewdly. "You won't get payed. You can work for your room, girl but one wrong move and you're out."

Relaxing she stood and walked up the stairs to rest for long as she was able to.

Two years later

She was cleaning up the tavern when Kit came running in, the small boy ran into her. Looking up at her with watery eyes, leaning down she placed a hand on the young boys shoulder and wiped away a tear. "What's wrong Kit?"

"Papa needs help Seras." nodding her head she moved to stand up and let the boy pull her along to where his father was. As they made their way through the town she saw that the town's folk were whispering to each other which she found odd, as they got to Kits house he rushed in showing her his father. Who was worse for wear.

Sighing she moved to the water basin that sat in the middle of the kitchen. Taking a small amount she moved back over to Kit and his father. Sitting down she lifted up her over skirt and tour a piece of the underskirt off to use as a cloth.

"What happened Maurice?"

The man gave a laugh and raised a brow at her in question, flinching as she hit one of the cuts on his face. "You say that like you don't know the answer already Seras."

sighing she nodded her head, knowing that a few of the villagers had more than likely got to drunk and decided to attack him. "I hate this village sometimes." Maurice chuckled again and shook his head. "And so do I but it's quiet and away from the battle front which is why I moved here with Kit, it's also a place where outsiders aren't welcomed very much Seras." Taking her hand away from his face he patted her head. "I'm fine now, Go back to the tavern before He finds a reason to fire you"

Seras nodded her head and moved to leave the house stopping on her way to pat Kit on the head. As she made her way to the tavern she slowed down as she passed by a group of men in uniform, making eye contact with one of them she quickly broke it and made her way to the tavern, Ignoring the villagers whisper about her and the soldiers, their idiots, those men are not soldiers their not wearing the right uniform.

It was midday when the door to the tavern burst open, with the men in uniform filling in, Seras noticed that there were more men then when she saw them before. She watched as they filled one side of the tavern, sighing as she knew that the girls would be stuck to them for the next few days if the men stayed. The men where loud and lewd their laughter filled the tavern.

"Oh soldiers how handsome." one of the girls said as they moved to sit in one of the men's lap. Seras scoffed loud enough for everyone to hear. The tavern quieted down from its normal loudness, all eyes were focused on her. She placed a mug of ale in front of one of the locals, before moving back to the counter to grab the rest of the mugs, "Their not soldiers, their uniform is wrong."

"And what would a English Tart like you know about the French military's uniform" the girl who was on the lap of one of the "soldiers" spoke up the tavern continued its lapse into silence.

Seras placed the last mug of ale on the table and turned to face them. "A lot mote then you apparently, I mean I'm not even French and I can tell." the girl jumped up and moved to slap Seras, who just moved to the side and stuck out her leg causing the girl to trip. Shaking her head she moved to the table where the "soldiers" sat.

A man with long ginger hair, and an eye patch looked at her, "If we are not soldiers, what are we?" Seras sighed and looked at him before answering "Mercenary's, you're French yes and those outfits are more then what you could afford so I'm guessing the King hired you to help in this war, ale for all of you?"
There was a moment of silence before the man started to laugh, which was followed by the rest of the men laughing. "OH your good cher, and yes ale for the lot"

Seras gave the men their drinks but stopped at the one who called her Cher, looking him in the eye " My name is Seras not Cher,"

"And I am Captain Pip Bernadotte of the Wild Geese," Shaking her head at the man she gave him his drink before moving on.

"Tavern keep we are in need of rooms."

"Upstairs all are free but the last one."

"Merci"