A/N:Well I got lots of nice and heartwarmig reviews. I'm very pleased and touched that you like the way I potray Alucard, Seras and Nick as a family. This is a chap about Nick biological father. I've noticed that in a lot of my chaps, the sentences are messed up or missing a letter here and there. My keyboard is screwed so just to let all of you peeps out there know that I'm constantly editing all of my chaps so if some of you like to re-read, I'm sure you'll notice a few minor changes here and there. Maybe, maybe not.

Oh and I've changed my mind, it's gonna be one hell of a long fic!!

Enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing. I own Nicholas and the plot to this fic, so sue someone else.

Across the city in a large extravagant and luxurious hotel, there was something that made every passer-by shiver and shuffle past it as quick as possible. It was so quiet in there as far as the ordinary human could see. They couldn't see anyone at the reception through the glass doors. But humans being humans, they only mind their own business.

If they had, they would've noticed the dry blood caking the lovely white walls, stained beige carpets in the lobby and bodies scattered like thrown away toys.

Up the spiral staircase, there were splatters of blood and hanging corpses from the oak railings. Through the hallways the doors were broken, hanging off their hinges and the rooms were in a horrible mess of twisted bedsheets, shattered vases and strewn clothes as the victims tried to flee or fight. Up on the last floor, in the last room there was nothing wrong. The hallway was clean, the doors were intact. Everything seemed normal.

Until there was a blast from the last room in the hall. The door was blown away, splinters rained on the floor. Something large was bodily thrown out of the room and it smashed into the wall across. It was a man, that is, a vampire. He whimpered and flinched from the throw.

"You idiots! You worthless fools!" Said a thunderous voice, booming from the room. "How could you not kill him? He's a child! HE'S A FUCKING CHILD!" The enraged voice screamed again. Then a large, a tall shadow appeared in the splintered doorway and it made the vampire on the floor cower even more.

"B-but! There was another undead there! They s-stopped us!"

"You should've STOPPED THEM! YOU ARE A FUCKING MERCENARY!"

"T-technically, I'm n-not--" The frightened vampire stuttered again, but the booming voice made his jaw freeze.

"I don't give a frikin rat's ass, Victor!" The man hissed and stepped out into the hallway. Victor was shaking and tried to scurry away from the towering form above him. From behind the second man, there was a sound of a whip and something wrapped itself around Victor's throat. His red eyes grew wide with fear and he struggled against the thing coiled tightly around his throat.

He could not see the man's face but he could clearly see his crooked fanged smile and his dark magma eyes. Another shadow, slim and slightly smaller appeared behind the man.

"There is nowhere to run Victor. You will pay for your failures." The man said in a very frighteningly soft voice. It made the vampire on the floor shiver. Such a soft voice speaking words of death is eerier than Death itself.

"N-no! No! P-please!" Victor pleaded but the thing around his neck tighten so that he began to wheeze, his voice going hoarse, his pleas silenced. Whatever was wrapped around his throat cut him deeply

The shadowed man turned and walked back gracefully into his hotel room, He touched the shoulder of the smaller form beside him and gave a malicious grin. "Meet my daughter Victor. She'll be the last person you'll ever see."

Victor shivered. He didn't want to die. The thing tightened its grip around his thin throat and tugged him forward, like a dog on a leash. He was on his hands and knees now, coughing and as he was forced to crawl forwards towards the little silhouette in the doorway.

"Make it painful and quick, Dementia."

The small form gave a hissing laugh and stepped out into the hall. It was only a little girl. She looked 10 years old. The man turned back to Victor and hugged the little girl, watching the low-life's face change rapidly from fear to shock.

Dementia gave Victor a malicious smile, in her hand was the long weapon that was twisted around his neck. It looked like a long chain with saw-blades attached to it, jagged and sharp. She looked like a freakish doll, with that sweet face grinning hungrily at him and her blond hair, full of beautiful curls up in pigtails high upon her head, tied together with a black ribbon with white lace in between.

Her hair must be very long since that it still reached her shoulders. Her eyes were big and pretty with their soft pinkish-red irises and her skin was paler then the moon.

She was tall for her age and slim. A tight leather bodice adorned her torso, with belts going around her chest stomach and waist, with buckles and silver hooped rings dangling from her waist. A doll-like frilly skirt came up to her knees, with white laced hems and hanging ribbons zigzagging around her thighs tied into hanging bows at her sides.

She looked scarier than any child could be, and more menacing then the most evil man in the world.

"Beautiful, isn't she?" Dementia's father whispered proudly, caressing one of her curls. Victor just gave a gurgle for an answer when Dementia tugged the chain harshly towards her, making the blades cut the vampire's throat deeply. Victor's eyes were wide with the pain engulfing his body. He coughed and spat out blood on the floor.

"Father, you're not letting me play." The child said with a snarl, bringing her prey at her feet. Victor spat out more blood at his tormentor's small-heeled doll-like shoes. The girl looked down at him with disgust, wrinkling up her nose at him. When he looked up, he opened his mouth to plead for mercy but the girl gave him a strong kick to his ribs, making Victor roll over and cough and weeze even more.

"My apologies, Princess. Have fun." Her father said with an evil smile and disappeared into the darkness of the room. As he closed the door, he lingered to hear the sound of childish giggles, a gurlge and a short scream, followed by something breaking. More girlish giggling followed with more cracking of what sounded like bones. He finally closed the door, a large and proud smile on his face.

"That's my girl."

"What about the boy, Dmitri?" A husky female voice purred from across the room. Dmitri smirked and followed the voice, answering her question.

"They failed to retrieve him." Was his toneless reply. There was a single clap and a few canldes flooded the room with their dim flickering light. The light illuminated a tall handsome man with dark curly hair up to his broad shoulders, bushy eyebrows andradish-black eyes hiding underneath. His cheeks were a little hollow and his lips were near white and thin but he was very beautiful, like a carved statue. Dmitri strode over to the elegant couch where a woman was lounging about, giving him a naughty smile.

"What shall we do, dorogoi?" She purred again, calling him 'dear' in Russian. She knew he loved it when she called him that.

"Do not tease, Valentina. Our children are here." He sighed as he he sat down beside her. Valentina tossed her long straight hair over her other shoulder as she got up and started to massage her mate's shoulders and sneaking a nibble on his throat here and there.

"Oh but dorogoi, all you do is work and play with the children. You have completely neglected my needs." She said with a pout.

"And I will continue doing so if you do not stop teasing." Dmitri warned, gently moving her hands away from his body. Valentina gave him a poisonous glare and sniffed, crossing her arms and turning her bare back to him. She was hoping for a litlle special treatment from him tonight but he seemed so uptight about that stupid bastard child of his. She had put on the silk nightgown for nothing then.

"Why is he so important? He is just a child, he surely doesn't remember you." Valentina asked her lover curiously. Surely a child could not be this dangerous? Dmitri gave a deep irritated sigh, his temper was slowly rising. He was in no mood to be questioned by women tonight. this was already a pressing enough matter.

"Vayla, dhampirs have a very good memory, even when they are harmless infants." He tried to explain calmly, calling her by her own nickname. He could feel her bristle from hearing it. She despised that nickname.

"So? Why does that concern you anyway?" Valentina said through gritted teeth. Suddenly Dmitri turned on her, pushing her into the sofa and pinning her hands above her head. His nostrils flared and his eyes were on fire.

"Why? Vayla, you ask me why I am so concerned?!" Dmitri's temper was rising again. The stupid woman was asking him why? She should know, if no one else obviously knows!

"I'm am the Master vampire, most powerful in whole of Russia!" He yelled, towering over Valentina's frail, curvy body as she whimpered from underneath him.

"His mother I used for my sexual needs and this was the fucking result! Dhampirs get the most powerful genes from the vampire father. When he realizes that he is going to be more powerful than me, he will kill me for sure! And my children! My precious children!"

He let go of her, unable to stand her sniffling. He still heard some noises coming from the hall, meaning that Dementia was playing with her food again. Another door opened revealing two more little girls and a fine young lad coming into the living room where their parents were. Dmitri's face lightened just from the sight of his children. He loved them the most in the whole world.

"Tatya? What's wrong?" The two girls asked in Russian at the same time, rubbing the sleep from their eyes. The two girls were twins and looked like they were 12 years old.

They wore the same clothes and the same hairstyles and were very identical. Lovely thick golden locks fell down to their shoulders like sunlight waterfalls and both were wearing similar outfits, a leather body suit with lots of belts circling their slender bodies and arms. Each had the same weapon as their sister Dementia hanging from their right thigh.

The young lad was a spitting image of his father but had his mother's eyes and hair. His eyes were piercing and seductive, hypnotizing and his hair flopped around his face, up to his strong jaw and chin, straight, sleek and shimmering in the flickering candlelight.

"I'm sorry, Ayanna and Ayasha. Nothing is wrong." He said in his deep fatherly voice.

"Tatya, do not lie to us. We heard you and Mama yelling. Did you lose your prey?"

Dmitri gave an unnoticeable wince when he heard his son say that. Dmitri was a very proud man and the fact that even his children knew he failed to kill their half brother was giving his ego quite a bashing.

"Yes but I'll leave him be for now."

"Go to sleep, my children. the sun is rising." Valentina said quietly, ushering the children back into their room. Before she closed the door, she glared icily at Dmitri.

"Tell Dementia to hurry up and not play with her food."

"She's only having fun."

"No, you spoiled her too much." Valentina hissed, showing her obvious dislike for the child she did not bear. Dmitri frowned and went back to the hall. A few harsh words were spoken and he reappeared, holding the little girl, all bloodied up and grinning sadistically to Valentina. The beautiful vampress stepped aside to let the child pass but when Dmitri moved to go to his own bed, she blocked him.

"You can be their firm hand but tonight I will be yours." She snarled. Dmitri was caught by slight surprise, Valentina was a very submitting woman to him. She never defied him before.

"You sleep on the couch tonight." And without another word, she slammed the door in his face. He snorted and tried to get in but the door wouldn't budge. Grumbling, he went back to the sofa and lied down reluctantly. A simple snap of his fingers and the candles were snuffed out, leaving the Russian vampire in complete darkness.

A/N: I'll update next time. It'll start getting even MORE interesting!

TTFN ppl!