Note: Sorry for the delay in getting this chapter out, I was a tad more focused on some art commissions I had to work on so I neglected updating and for that I apologize. I've rediscovered my goal for this story, it may end up being a bit longer than I'd originally planned. A big thank you to everyone who left a review or decided to follow/fav this work. The support means a lot. A bit of a reveal on my take upon things: I'm going to write Seras a little more willing as a vampire. This is because I'm writing her young, about 20, when the mind is still malleable enough she can make such a transition smoothly. She won't immediately become a spectacular Draculina who can rival Alucard but she will be a bit more reasonable about her vampire status. Let me know if this is believably written or not!

This work is un beta'd.

Seras dreamed of zombies chasing her. Of long forgotten memories and a past that drove her forward. She dreamed of good and bad things, all of them melding in her mind until she saw his face.

Never in all her life had Seras Victoria been what could be considered a normal woman so seeing some strange man in her dream-memories wasn't completely outside of the realm of possibility. She also vaguely recalled being carried, held close to a muscled form that treated her like she was something special to be cherished and preserved. There were lights and voices, angry tones and fearful ones, in the distant part of her memory. But the man she saw in her odd dream-memory moments was familiar to her, he had been the last thing she'd seen before darkness had claimed her and now he was talking to her.

"What's it like to be dead, Police Girl?"

The words came as a surprise to Seras, as she didn't feel dead and couldn't recall dying. All she remembered was everything fading to black and then she was here, in dreams. But the man was still talking to her, leaning closer with teeth that could not be human for how sharp they seemed. His face was split in a wide grin and when he leaned in close enough Seras could see the amber-red of his eyes through the glasses that normally hid them from view. Instead of scared, Seras felt oddly relieved. Like this man wasn't going to harm her.

Her dream self's scream heralded her awakening.

Seras flung her torso from the bed before she was even fully awake, chest heaving with her panting breaths and dreams still flitting on the edge of her mind. She was in a room she'd never seen before, the furniture looking old yet well-maintained. A table in the middle of the room, a wardrobe, vanity and drawers on her right side. It was sparse, not like the apartment she'd lived in before, and cold. Clinical, like whoever had furnished it or lived there before didn't care a hoot about the future occupants or her in particular. Impersonal.

"Where am I?" she wondered aloud, gasping when she recalled the wound that had been inflicted on her. The pain was fresh in her mind.

When Seras lifted her powder blue pajamas from her belly, seeing not a hint of a wound upon her breasts, she released a sigh of relief. Part of her wondered who had changed her clothing, since she couldn't recall doing it for herself and she hadn't told anyone what she might want to wear to bed in the first place. Part of her was grateful to whoever had the foresight to remove her from the soiled police uniform, while the utterly feminine part was appalled that someone had dared to see her naked. Seras didn't consider herself a prude but there were limits!

Something nagged at the edge of her mind, an awareness she hadn't noticed before (or didn't possess before) and her azure gaze was helplessly drawn towards the edge of the bed... where the man from her dreams was calmly seated. He still wore a grin, eyes bared for her to see while they stared at her so intently her hair stood on end. Whoever he was, he looked almost the same as he had in Cheddar. Less insane, maybe, but she had already seen the crazed look in his eye and knew that it wasn't some kind of joke. This man was utterly mad, and very good at hiding that fact from the world if he so chose.

His gaze was directed at her chest, she realized belatedly. Seras seemed unfazed, staring right back at the man until he met her gaze straight on.

She stared.

He stared right back.

Seras shrieked, throwing herself arms into the air dramatically, but didn't fail to see the slightly amused quirk of the man's brows when he looked at her. Her outburst was short, as she didn't feel nearly as angry about him staring as she should have, and when she regained her composure he was simply standing there. Still staring at her.

Did he not need to blink at all?

When he stood to his full height Seras gawked. The man was enormous! His shoulders were broad, his legs long, and he towered over her even when she was sitting on a raised bed. Just how huge was he? She would wager he was at least half a meter taller than herself, completely dwarfing Seras with sheer size. It wasn't the only large thing about the man, however, as Seras could feel even his presence without much difficulty. He seemed to fill the room and her mind buzzed with the knowledge that he was scanning her thoughts with amusement. Almost idly, she batted at the buzzing mind with her own to see what would happen.

Amused, the buzz registered and batted back. Of course, since he was stronger it strained Seras' mind and she withdrew before she exhausted herself. Instinctively, she knew they were no match in power.

Finally he spoke, voice still rough and hinting at a foreign accent she couldn't place. "Police Girl," he drawled, "how's it feel now that you're a Draculina?"

If he expected an answer he wouldn't get one. It wasn't that Seras didn't know how she felt, she could sum it up in one word, so much as she didn't know what to feel. She touched her face, prodded at her cheekbones and pulled her lower eyelids down. Her eyes, she realized, didn't hurt even though she hadn't once blinked since waking up. Seras was staring at everything, taking it all in. There was nothing different when she felt on her skin but as soon as she prodded at her teeth there was a notable difference.

Fangs. Seras Victoria had fangs.

Understandably, she yelled "fangs?!" to herself. It was just her and the man in the room, it shouldn't disturb-

"You're too loud, Police Girl." If she had to categorize the voice, she'd think whoever was speaking was a prudish witch of a woman but when she glanced up Seras could have swore she was looking at a young man. Long blond hair, impeccable suit, and a smelly cigar happily burning away while planted between slightly chapped lips (she was amazed she could see the small cracks from where she sat). An older man was hunched in the doorway, looking about as innocent as labeled poison. "I don't care if you're a Draculina now, you still must act like an English woman."

Well, she thought, completely unamused. This meeting could have gone a lot better.

Outwardly, Seras wilted against the bed sheets and glanced up from beneath her bangs. Her eyes narrowed to slits, confusion and an ingrained need for answers winning out over anything else. "Draculina?" she didn't really expect an answer, it was silly to phrase a word as a question. "U-um, excuse me, but where am I?"

So polite, she mentally sneered at herself. What had compelled her to be so polite? She had every right to be furious and upset and rude if she wanted to! Yet, Seras didn't want to be an inconvenience and she didn't want to give this stranger a reason to hate her.

"The Royal Order of Religious Knights." Seras could detect some measure of pride in the words, a curiosity she'd examine later. "Better known as the Hellsing Organization."

Seras may not have been the most intelligent woman around but the name Hellsing sounded awfully familiar. And the way the name was said made that buzz in her mind go into a frenzy so intense it could have been words. The man was silent for now, whether because he didn't want to explain or couldn't she didn't know. Her gaze flicked into his direction, catching a hint of red from the corner of her eye before turning back to the woman (?) before her. Seras had been human for a long time, her brain felt cramped and fuzzy but she had a feeling that everything she was being told was important enough that working through the discomfort was worth it.

"We expel monsters," the woman was saying now. "We are monsters."

It was a rather depressing conversation for Seras.

"So then, I'm..." she didn't want to finish her query, didn't know if she was strong enough to.

"Of course you'll be working for us as a member of Hellsing Organization," the platinum haired woman went on. As if there was no doubt what Seras would be doing with her life now, and maybe there wasn't. What could a monster be expected to do? "We've had a string of incidents involving some suspicious Midians. Take out the vampire, Police Girl."

The old man was grinning, holding out an obnoxious yellow uniform that Seras figured was going to be her standard attire now. She pursed her lips slightly, not liking the way he grinned at her and the way his eyes flashed with barely concealed thoughts. For someone who called her a monster, they were acting a bit more monstrous than she. Then there was the red man, who grinned at her with obvious glee.

Master, her mind supplied helpfully.

It made sense, in a way. Her mind was catching up with all of the vampiric instincts imparted upon her DNA with the change that had taken place but some gaps had been filled in already. Maybe that was the buzzing in her head?

He was her master, the vampire that had created her. She was the Childe, a progeny to be doted on and cared for until such a time as he was willing to let her go. Seras was a newly made Draculina, if she was left on her own then she would surely be caught and executed or would simply wither away. It was all she needed to know for now.

She was Seras Victoria. Vampire. Hellsing soldier. Childe to the vampire Alucard. It was enough for now.

Without much hesitation, she took the uniform and decided to get dressed.

They made way by helicopter to where the Midian was said to be heading. Midians, Seras learned from her Master, were lower class vampires that couldn't track their bloodline correctly or didn't have any bloodline specific powers. Seras soaked up the information, later learning from Walter (the old man that had given her the uniform) that Alucard was almost never forthcoming with any information. The fact her master had given any information didn't make Seras feel special, it only made her aware that she was his fledgling and unless he wanted her destroyed he would take care of making her ready for the world.

Aside from learning the details surrounding the vampire the flight had been mostly uneventful. Seras still had a buzz in her ears and getting used to senses that were suddenly very keen was taking a lot more concentration than she'd thought it would. Walter had brought her a bag of red liquid in a bucket of ice but Seras had never been keen on cold beverages so her nose had wrinkled in distaste. She'd gotten a sympathetic look from the old man and a pat on the shoulder but he'd taken the bucket away.

The buzzing had been especially loud then.

When they arrived at the location, after a second journey via car, Seras felt a little startled. It was a neighborhood filled with nice houses that were sent into blue and red from the police cruisers. There was only a short time to consider what was going on before Seras was ushered into an armored vehicle to continue on towards the area the vampires would be heading next, her Master gone within a blink of an eye. She had a sniper held tight against her shoulder when she heard just what kind of things were done to the victims of the vampires.

Families being decapitated, their blood used to deface the church. Families meant children... she didn't think she could stomach seeing dead kids.

Running on instinct with teeth grit against her fear, she reached out for that familiar buzz in the back of her mind and felt a painful reprimand lance through her skull. Master wanted her focused on the mission in case he needed her but...

No, she had to focus. She had to prove to Hellsing that she wasn't some monster to be put down.

They found the house that the targets were located in and Seras took her gun and stealthily made her way to the roof at her master's command. These vampires weren't as strong as she was, she realized, because they couldn't even hear her climb onto a building while each sound they made was loud as a gunshot in her ear. Her master decided to take the frontal approach, much more accustomed to such methods of combat than she was, and Seras listened intently.

A buzzer ringing, sounds of footsteps, and then gunshots. So many gunshots it rang in her head for a few seconds. Then master was speaking (she made a mental note to ask him if turning into bats and fog would be one of her powers) and more shots fired. Master sure loved his Casul and talking to the people... no, the vampires, he was killing. Seras focused on breathing to calm herself, straddling the roof anxiously and waiting for a command. There was a distant thrum in her mind, the smell of blood reaching her delicate nose, and a wet sound (maybe master had stuck his hand through the vampire in the house already) and a female vampire was on the run.

"Don't let her get away, Police Girl," Alucard said pleasantly, sounding satisfied with himself. She made a sound of agreement, watching the distance between her and the target grow. "What's wrong? Make it quick."

"She's incredibly fast," it came out a little more awed than she'd meant it to. Could she move that fast? "She's already 500 or 600 meters away..." And that distance is growing.

"Think of having another eye on your forehead and shoot." It sounded like a suggestion or an offhand comment. Seras took it to heart like it was written in her own personal biblical text. She had to aim like a vampire to hit a vampire, master would know. If things were different she might have argued but the more she stalled the farther the target would get from her. "The heart. A single shot through the heart."

She brought the gun up, took aim, and halted her breathing to steady herself. Seras calculated the distance and where she would need to hit to take the vampire down. The world lit up to her eyes, the darkness no longer hindering but helping instead. Her master knew what he was talking about, she had to hit a monster. She was a monster. There was no hesitation when Seras pulled the trigger and tracked the bullet towards it's target. It whistled as it went through the air and hit it's mark. A single shot through the female vampire's heart, the sheer force of the impact sending the body forward to skid a food on the concrete. The hat the vampire had been wearing fell to the ground beside the ashes of the corpse without a sound.

Her first kill as a member of Hellsing, her first kill as a vampire. It felt strangely significant to her.

"Well done, Police Girl."

Master was... proud of her. She sensed it in the back of her mind, in the shadow-y place she associated with Alucard's presence in her mind. He was pleased that she had followed his direction without a fuss. Pleased that she had killed and, even if she hadn't shown much enjoyment for the act, she wasn't beating herself up about what she'd done either.

A step in the right direction, he murmured into her mind. But still a long, long ways to go yet.

His voice was crystal clear in her mind now. Seras sighed, just glad it was over.