Alright here's the recap [prologue, chapter I and II] to the Hellsing RP. I have written this a while ago with XxRequiemxX. Enjoy!

Hellsing Role Play: Prologue

[darkfighter000]

 The world has gone under total disarray; powerful countries could not pay for the damage inflicted on their nation nor it’s citizens. Artificial vampires still raid the land only coming out at night, destroying land and peoples lives. With such a problem lying within the hands of the government; trying to place people back to where they belong was futile. One by one, pieces of the system fell off; first there was a huge calamity in economics that cause prices to soar and then finances were knocked out internationally, creating bankruptcy everywhere. Next was the military that failed to protect citizens from the Freak night raids. Bases all around the world were reduced to rubble. Eventually authorities in all parts of the government ended up in utter destruction; becoming corrupt and power hungry. It has been only five days after the vast war against the un-dead and poverty stuck worldwide. By then the crisis began changing the way humans used their power to reason. Upset individuals revolted and created packs of angry mobs that soon lead to groups of terrorizing organizations such as Wrath, Desert Fox or Underground. A majority of those who ran these raging bands are vengeful psycho-paths that lost all moral but spoke with strong voices; drawing weak spirited morsels to the gang. What was worse was the way that these psychos used to be part of the military. Fighting against the freaks turned them into paranoid men and women. Rebellion was bound to occur and that is exactly what happened. Leaders all around the globe had to stop this fast before everything became out of reach. They all decided to gather around the area that had to handle the major part of the war; Great Britain. Though there has been trouble getting there with the terrorist groups forming around; information of the urgent meeting leaked out and reached the underworld. Of course ‘master mind’ terrorists have devised plans to assassinate some of the members attending the assembly. Some of the murder attempts were successful and everything just turned out to be as strategized. Only a few of them made it to England alive.

It has been two weeks since the war and leaders around the world has finally made it to the convention to speak about what actions must be taken. The assembly took place at London’s last ‘standing’ facility; the Hellsing organization. 

As the committee’s associates entered the room arguments sparked up and turned into a blazing frenzy almost immediately. By the time everyone that could make it arrived, the wild fire turned down and hushed into a long silence. First thing was first; the council ordered imprisonment for Sir Integra Hellsing. The Queen very well knew that Sir Integra was the only one fit to destroy freaks and such creatures. She made a choice to have the woman only locked up in confinement for only a decade since the defiant was a British citizen. Leaving the convicted victim of law unpunished is inevitable regardless how emotions got in the way. Rules are rules and they must be followed. Besides; ten years is the minimal punishment the assembly could issue; especially when failure is written all over Integra’s face.
 
Before they came to the next topic Integra made a request to at least maintain her role as head of her family’s organization and somehow rebuild the Hellsing manor under it’s own finances. Though the members of the convention has hesitated in passing Sir Integra’s proposal; it seemed to be the best decision to make if suck a catastrophic event, such as the war against the un-dead were to happen again. Leaders of the committee however, agreed to appoint three other groups to deal with the world’s paranormal creatures such as monsters, demonic beasts and evil beings. The names of these new groups are: Alpha, Omega and Zero; also known as the League of the Devine Trinity. After the high authorities have confirmed their decisions; Sir Integra was dismissed, still connected to her role as head of the manor and director of the vampire slaying organization.

The woman smirked as she walked out of the conference room and snapped her fingers once when she reached the center of the corridor. Sir Integra knew what she was doing and made some pre-cautions before being sentenced to her ten years in prison. Her servant vampire; Alucard stood beside her; releasing a short breath of a laugh and took a tiny glimpse at the doors of the room they had just left behind. The framework of those doors was of absolutely magnanimous; just as the symbolism this facility has. This structure was truly extraordinary; carrying respect, nobility, courage, strength, and morality. Though the asylum maybe obliterated in some spots, it’s still held those traits; just like its master who has come from a powerful bloodline of the Hellsing family. Stubborn, yet determined though their own confidence, the successor of the Hellsing agency shall continue her duty as a grand sword against the undead like her ancestors before her.

The two came to a stop as they reach the point where they must bid each other farewell. Alucard and Integra face each other as the front doors of the manor opened; bright rays of the sun poured into the dark and gloomy entrance. The Count ignored the light, focusing on his Mistress with a serious face; this was not a time for him to grin like he always did and ramble about thing that usually tick the woman off. He saw those cold blue irises shot down with disappointment; a rare sight to see, considering how strong she is for a human. Alucard takes in a rush of emotions that he has never felt for a long time; sorrow, failure, rage, and guilt. Sorrow to see her like this; failure for not being able to stop this mess; rage as they were being separate and then guilt because of his vampiric nature. He felt pity. Pity on himself as thick straps of white bands of a tough nylon material cuffed Integra Hellsing’s hands together. This was un-just; she doesn’t deserve this punishment; this was a crime that is too indescribable. A heavily armored prison van was parked right in front of the doors with soldiers waiting for her to enter the vehicle.

A drop of blood falls to the floor and splatters all over the cement pavement. Just before she entered the mobile she saw it; his eyes were emotional, sentimental. They were not that of the occasional crazed amusement that always entertains him when she fought against his strange logical thinking. Her eyes too became filled, tears running down the left side of her cheek as robed figures approach Alucard from behind. She turns around as she heard the vampire scream her name in agony. The seal that restrained him appearing in a glow of red beneath his feet and paralyzes him as the five figures stepped into one point in the star pentagram. Alucard’s marked gloves react to the spell and he is overpowered with its effects. “INTEGRA!!!”

[De4th5_1nt3gr1ty]

. : Longwood, St. Helena : .

Of all the places they could think of keeping me in prison...it had to be the one where Napoleon was exiled, she inhaled the addictive nicotine and blew a delicate puff of smoke. Staring at the open nothingness of the cell, she carefully re-thought the obvious.

Alucard's imprisoned once again in the basement...however they managed to seal him; I've got no clue. Walter's somewhere...Officer Victoria, I guess she's somewhere.

For the past 2 weeks, Integral Wingates Fairbrook Hellsing, became accompanied to an unhealthy (to a Hellsing anyway) routine. She was now more free than when she had the freedom to walk amongst Londoners. No more workloads of paper waiting on the desk, hardly an organization to run, and for now, things were not entrusted to her for saving the world. 

They lock me up, when they clearly know they cannot fight any of those monsters running around wild out on the doomed world. She scoffed lightly and brought a glass of wine to her lips, while stubbing out the cigar on an ashtray.

[XxRequiemxX]

She flicked her wrist and she appeared in a small spray of mist in a town everyone once thought safe. It was the place she had gone with her dear Aiten, when the youngling had been her companion. She still missed him so, especially the sick, twisted ideas that were his impulses but it was more than that. To her, he had been her son, the son who had been killed by Integra's minions. She was rather pleased with the arrangement made by the idiotic Queen of England. Throughout the long line of Monarchs, it always seemed the Queens were the idiotic ones. The practical, virgin queens whose sole love was England. Requiem sneered.

It was that thought that drove her to the place she had long since abandoned - as had many others. The lost colony of age of settlers was definitely a place of ghosts, she could see them with her scarred vision, her silver orbs truly unseeing but with the help of her last meal - and a lot of blood - her power made them work to perfection. The ghosts stood everywhere, gazing at her with horror, memory surfacing if only for a moment’s time to see their murderer. England's Queens, idiots the lot of them. The Kings; even worse.

Smiling ever so slightly at the translucent shapes of colonial settlers long since dead, she enjoyed watching them cringe. She reached the post that had carved in it CRO. She touched the grooves reverently, her own memory surfacing to see her dear boy Aiten taking a chisel and carving furiously into it.

He was but 4'2 feet tall wearing little urchin clothing, standing on the tips of his toes, looking like a child who was playing a dirty trick. She knew better. She knew because he was hers.

She smiled and crooned to him, "dear boy, whatever are you doing over there?"

He turned with the face of a guilty child whose hand was caught in the cookie jar and pouted, eyes a blood red, glinting in the moonlight. His eyes flashed even as he made the face of a child. She knew he wasn't a child any longer.

"Nothing Meara." that was what she had been called all those centuries ago.  "Nothing at all."

She peered over his shoulder, her hair, long then, cascading down over her shoulder as she bent down. A small smile curved her lips as she beheld his doing and from the gesture he saw approval. He beamed, prideful and happy. In his hand he procured his tool, a chisel that had been a child's bone, the carved letters were painted in the child's blood. She leaned over and knelt in front of him, a cruel smile covering her lips, her gown of merchants silk, light against her skin.

She caressed his cheek and asked, "From whence do these marvelous ideas come, my thorn?"  

He simply preens and says nothing, as he always does and leans over to kiss her cheek, smearing blood on her and then jerking back realizing the mess he would make of her gown. She tut-tuts at him and wipes the blood from her face on her hand and traces the blood onto his lips, from which he licks it off with a small smile. She stands gracefully and offers her hand, of which he takes immediately.

They both go toward a tree and to confound the idiots of England, he writes, CROATOAN into the bark, coating it with blood. He follows her as she takes each and every corpse, draining it dry and carrying it to the local Indian Tribe, as was their deal.

Requiem smiles; remembering the perfect twist to the perfect adventure. Their first few days in the Roanoke Islands and they had found a seething Tribe of Natives who had wanted the Settlers out at whatever cost. They had thanked their gods - oddly as it was - for sending them the weapons to destroy their enemy.

She licked her lip at the phantom taste of blood and touched her cheek where Aiten had kissed her, missing his lithe little body fiercely. He had been her perfect compliment and with their appearance they had snagged whoever had the audacity to cross their path. Requiem seethed, her heart wrenching in unquenchable hatred and fury at the memory of finding her poor Aiten nothing but dust in their living quarters and having to flee from the wrath of armed hunters having come in hordes. They had surrounded a poor little boy and staked him. A small tear of blood welled up in her eye and fell to the floor. It was the only sign that the abandoned lot had been visited recently.

She disappeared once again with a flick of the wrist in a spray of dust.

Hellsing Role Play: Chapter 1

[darkfighter000]

. : Transylvania : .

A dark figure ran through the woods; following a forest trail to a little town located in the valley of the Carpathian Mountains. The winds were violent and terrifying; screaming eerie sounds of suffering death when autumn leaves were swept of the dry, bare ground of the wooded area. The full moon was beautiful though; touching the mysterious land of Transylvania with a faint, gentle, silver light. What a magnificent sight it was; however the spectacular scene was completely altered when the wolf began to call. Pounding feet of this type of creature was accompanied by many others; closing on the traveler’s position in an incredible rate. The best way to escape this strategic act, the person sprints off to the left. Under the attempt to break free, the runner encounters one of the beasts. Traveling at the same speed the carnivore lunged for the figures motioning legs. Fortunately, the individual jumped out of harm’s way; the deadly animal’s jaws barely missing the ends of the shadow’s navy blue trench coat and tearing a piece off material. Coming to a halt; it signals the members of the hunt to change their position with a long howl. Within moments, the wolf pack had the intruder of their vast woods surrounded, sets of great, sharp jaws flickering in the silver moon light calling out murder. Eyes shimmered a golden glow of vicious malice in the shadows. The stranger stops abruptly; feet slid across the ground, picking up clouds of dust and rubble from the floor. In front of the figure, the groups number came to a grand lot of thirty two, an unusual size for a wolf pack that should only reach to an amount of twelve. This was very strange indeed; but the drifter that stood before them is describable now. The foreigner was a European woman of British decent with a perfect figure to kill. Her hair came down to her shoulders; it was a quite messy and had a solid mix of blond and chestnut. A dark blue military cap draped over her head, shadowing the color of her eyes underneath. A trench coat that that reached a little below her knees covered her body, barely showing the attire she wore. Though it was hard to recognize, the woman wore crimson uniform that consisted of a buttoned shirt and a mini-skirt fit to match the garment. Next was a type of black, thick cotton stocking that reached up to the middle of her thighs, assisted with a pair of combat boots that came high enough to cover her ankles and a bit of her thighs. Lastly, were the white gloves she wore; on the backside of it was a pentagram with traces of ancient writing outside and words that could be understood inside.

◦ HELLSING ◦ HELLS GATE ARRESTED ◦ GOTT MIT UNS ◦ AND SHINE HEAVEN NOW ◦

The woman stood ready in a defensive position; her left arm came close to her face as her right was ready for a counter attack. By the looks of it, she seems to have vast knowledge in hand-to-hand combat. Within moments, two members of the pack attacked; each from opposite sides. The one who came close to her left was much faster than its partner and viciously snapped its jaws at her shoulder. Before it could bite into her coat, a handful of fur was in the woman’s grasp. In one quick spin, she slams it into its comrade and moves away from the barking canines behind her. Back at the center again she stood; another pair rushed in for an assault. She dodged the carnivore that charged at her head on by dashing towards her other opponent. As she slid across the hard ground, a leg came up and made a stunning impact on the right side of its ribs. Knocked down and unconscious; a trio immediately responds, the wolf that was evaded returned for another attempt, only to miss its target once more when the woman leapt out of harms way with a backwards somersault in the air. However, coming back down gave the other three the time to form an organized structure for their attack. As soon as she touched the ground, the one on her left pounces of her, almost ripping her throat off. Only centimeters away from her delicate neck was set of sharp fangs, held in place. With her hands full, the beast on her left also attacked; going for her leg, only to receive a swift kick to its head. Unfortunately, the wolf behind her had the chance to claw her back and tear off her clothing, as well as white flesh. Crimson fluid gushed out of her back, causing her to grit her teeth. The other wolf that was evaded returned; and in unison with its new partner; both sunk their fangs into the lower part of her legs. Screaming in pain she drove the wolf in her hands into the ground in anger and squeezed the two wild animals necks till they were forced to open their muzzles out to yelp in distress. Enraged with their little success; she hastily finished them off along with the rest of the pack. Though it might have seemed like she has completely terminated the wolf pack; she did not use any blows that were strong enough to kill them, but to hurt them critically. None of them even dared to get back up and attack again as she took a moments rest to recollect herself. The stranger ran back to the path that leads to her destination as soon as her flesh immediately sealed up.

At the clear dirt trail to the snow covered tops of the Carpathian Mountains she continued. Her journey to the town was not finished yet; there were still a lot of ground to pass by. The night was still young and the moon still shined its light over the forest. Winds died down and became silent, not longer carrying that frightening cry of dead spirits. It’s been quiet for a while, calm and dainty until the night fog has coated the trail, no longer visible in any way. From a distance, pounding feet of a heavy four-legged creature could be heard coming towards the woman. It seems to be only keeping a distance of 30 m away as if plotting a strategic ambush to launch at the right time. For some unexplainable reason; a throbbing headache rushed over her mind, disrupting the keen functions of her senses and throwing off her train of thought. The footsteps paced faster towards her and soon came to a very clear distance of 10 m from her. Luckily she was able to catch a glimpse of the figure that chased her through this god-forsaken-land before its attempt to rip off the entire right side. She was successfully able to manage avoiding the devastating blow by taking a last second jump in the air and turning it in a strange position so it barely grazed her abdomen. The beast’s failed attempt was significant though; it showed its prey just how large it was and how it moved. In retaliation of its failed strike, the monster used a tree trunk to its advantage and repeated its previous attack to the woman’s left side; just before her feet could even touch the floor. Tumbling on the ground, she was able to kick her opponent off her and get on the balls of her feet with a little slide on the floor. Her right leg was extended behind her as her left was close to her chest. A left hand dug its way into the ground and covered the pure cleanliness of its cloth with filth. In her right hand, her military cap that fell off during the recovery; she was able to grab it as the enormous alpha wolf jumped into a ready position. Red eyes glistened in the moon light, revealing her true nature as a vampire when she grinned at it with a look of pay back. Those crimson irises glowed in the dim light the moon gave out and it narrowed; focusing on her new opponent.

[XxRequiemxX]

The fog was thick, and Requiem took a vicious delight it in, swirling her arms around, inhaling the scent of moisture descended from the sky. Her body was simply a shell where her beast lay. The ice drake, looking up through her eyes into the dense fog and hissing. She swallowed down the power of the beast and walked lightly on her feet in her large thicket of wood. It was home to her - or was her Beasts lair for several decades. In it the wolf pack roamed, but they left her alone, for obvious reasons.
 
The sound of the hunt was loud in the night air, as their high-pitches whines cut through the fog like a knife. The knife that went directly into Requiem's heart. She loved her wolves. She’d known them since they were but wee pups, and had taken Aiten's place. She screwed her blind eyes shut a moment in agony that wrenched her insides at the thought of her sweet Aiten, her best memory of him in the Lost colony.
 
I am back here now, she reminded herself, all to aware of the disconnection of reality that could haunt one as old as her. She could simply disappear from existence if she were not careful enough to remember her purpose in life. Such was the agony of Requiem. The funeral song, she had amid herself all those years ago when her Kiss had died. Funeral song.

And now that song was strung tightly as she listened to the scuffling of a stranger in the woods. A stranger, she mused, who had overstayed their welcome. At first it had been amusing listening to the woman wander nearly aimlessly in the wooded place that was her home, but now it set every instinct within her on fire, blood lust roaring to the surface.

So she let her beast take flight and it burst from her skin, adding to the moisture of the fog. Slick silver scales protruded from her skin and smoothed like plaited armor. Her slitted eyes, filmy and all seeing, despite their human blindness. The muscles contracted and a film flicked over it, cutting through the dark where they glowed eerily in the shadows. Her tail coiled around her before she leapt into the sky, wings unfurling and took flight.

She soared through the air, her evil hissing laughter echoing disturbingly throughout the still night and she followed the thick musk of wolf pelt and stranger, letting the scent soak into her lungs, her mouth, her tongue, wetting her appetite until she was nearly ravenous with want. Her clawed hands clenched and unclenched for a moment in near lust for the meat that would follow the scent until she grew controlled and allowed it to wash off. Hunger roared in her ears, blood pounding loudly, but she whispered to herself, coaxing the beast to calmness and then she alighted on one of the trees. Her massive frame taking up all of it, her huge leather wings unfurled and held arched above her head.

She slithered her head down and with a hiss blinked at the wolf that had stopped because of familiarity and the woman who still looked ready to tear out anyone's throats out for sheer pleasure. The drake's lips parted in a vicious smile, her sharpened teeth gleaming white like her scales in the dark, with an unnerving light of all their own.

"Sssserassss... Sssso good of you to come to my home." the hiss echoed strangely in the forest as the drake stared with an eye as large as the woman's head.

[darkfighter000]

In the midst of her face off against the Alpha wolf; a chilling wind swept the atmosphere around them. An unnerving cry of arrival comes from the full moon azure; a winged creature flying down before the light of the moon. Trails of miniscule ice shards fall off the cool blue scales of its body and glistened in the silver moonlight. Regardless how disturbing the harmony, the vampire didn’t flinch when it spoke. But on the other hand, the Alpha wolf was frightened to see his Master turn up just because of this being. His master gestured him to come to her, to the left of her icy cathedra.

"Sssserassss... Sssso good of you to come to my home." The winged beast welcomed.

Seras slightly tilted her head to see her old ‘comrade’ land on the now iced floor.

In response she smirked “Requiem…”

With one flap of the Ice Drake’s wings, stoops of ice arise and created a throne like chair. Before the ‘master’ of the Carpathian Mountains landed, Seras closed her eyes and faced forward again; her back still to the intelligent creature.

As the wind passed by the two vampires, the howling wolves sung for vengeance. In a matter of time, they arrived at Seras’ position with their eyes locked on her body. They were ready to tear her to shreds this time. Requiem grins in satisfaction of the emotions her precious wolf pack emitted; her fangs glistened through the darkness. With the snap of her fingers, the wolves turned their focus of the target; their ears picked up for a command. Taking count of her group, not one of them were missing nor at the verge of death. She stands from her throne like chair of ice and circles her old comrade with some curiosity of the sort. Seras did not change her stern look at all, instead she asks the elder about her presence in these lands. 

“Requiem… What are you doing here?” 

 The Mistress of the wolves gave out a small laugh and confronted the youngling face-to-face. 

“What am I doing here? Dear child, I live here. This is my domain, my home remember? I am here because you entered my lands as an uninvited guest. I should be asking you that question and I expect an answer.”

Seras gave Requiem a glare of extreme frustration and stooped down to answer. “I came here to find a way to release Lord Alucard. I… I can’t live without him.”

Requiem snickered with some disgust; she despised Alucard in every shape and way; the fact that he is the most powerful vampire to walk this Earth bothered her even more. But now she is dealing with his fledgling, his child; who cannot stand on her own two feet without the support of her master. In her mind, Requiem can see Seras’ real image; a young child that has the potential to become as powerful as him but is scared out her wits to change and tries to hide that part of her by acting tough. 

“You rely on him too much Seras; you don’t need him. Stand up on your own and take in the power he has given you. Don’t be weak or else others will step on you to reach his level of power. Now that Alucard is gone, you are expected to keep his bloodline above others. Let go of your fears and rise.”

The young Nosferatu was burned by those words and she trembles in many mixed emotions. As much as she wanted to ignore the Elders words; she had to admit that everything that she said was true.

[XxRequiemxX]

Her only response to Seras' expression was an evil smile that curved her lips. she ran one hand through her hand before sitting down, the throne of ice rising up to meet her. she crossed her legs and slid back in the seat, her head cocked to the side as she regarded the youngling silently. She held out one hand, and the beta-varg of the pack came to her calling, pushing his nose into her palm. She stroked him idly between the ears before sighing.

"Seras, you intrigue me in the most inconvenient way."

Seras only stirred from her reverie, looking at Requiem with a growing resentment in her eyes.

"Oooh, yes. the look in your eyes..." Requiem purred as she leaned back in her throne her hand pulling away from the wolf the beta-varg whined a little and edged closer, lying down at her feet. "It makes me hungry." All the wolves perked up, looking at Seras as if she were food now.

Requiem tisked a little and they subsided but the Alpha looked over at his master questioningly and padded over to her, standing on his hindquarters his front paws resting on the arm of the throne, his face on his paws.

Requiem chuckled. "Dear Arcite." She soothed. "She did not kill you, did she?" The wolf whined but subsided.

She turned a distinctly mischievous eye to Seras and stood, the throne of ice melting, receding into the earth as Requiem swayed forward all the wolves' eyes fixed on her. they knew who their master was.

Chapter II

[darkfighter000]

Seras growled at Requiems wolves and flashed her fangs at them. The ones that were critically injured by her cowered back with their tails between their legs and whimpered. Requiem turns to her wolves and smiles.

" It seems that you've taught my pack how to fear you... That's impressive..."

She gives her wolves a terrifying, angry look and speaks with a powerful voice.

"But! That will never happen again!"

All of them noted that it was time to go home and so they began to leave. Disappointed and ashamed of their failure in front of their mistress. Requiem threw a human body at the pack and they all yelped in some joy. However still had fear lingering within them. The Alpha barks at them telling the pack to take it and not eat it in front of the master. She has someone to speak to by the way.

"Well... We should leave shall we?" asked Requiem.

"I guess we should... You lead the way." There would be no point in arguing with an elder she thought.

. : Transylvania Mountains : .

Seras followed Requiem to her layer and found it to be in a quiet cave not too high up in the mountains. Requiem walked past the wall to a blocked cave and gestured Seras to come int. At first, Seras would think that it was an old creepy cave fitting for and elder vampire like Requiem. But, it wasn't bad at all. In fact instead of just the eerie caves that it would be; it was a well designed place. At the entrance, her home was filled with Victorian furniture and in another part of the cave had a mysterious ancient; magical look. It was quite amazing.

"Requiem... Can you help me release Alucard?" Seras asked. Requiem points at a chair and began to speak as Seras sat down.

"Seras;  Alucard is sealed. There is absolutely no way a vampire could release another when they are imprisoned with human magic. Only humans could break it."

"Well... Can I control a human and make them release Alucard?"

"Absolutely not! Besides it's just not one human, you need an entire group of them to release him... And they must be willing to." Requiem began to grow frustrated with this youngling.

"Then there must be another way!" Seras says out loud.

"There is no other way! Just give up Draculina!"

Seras looks down hurt and silent. The elder vampire sighs under the fact that she must deal with the fledgling of a vampire that is even stronger than herself. She gets up and walks towards the ancient room.

"Seras; come here."

Seras obeys the elder vampire and follows. When they walked into the room, the ancient markings and symbols began to emit a red light, but soon it becomes electric blue...

Ancient symbols takes shape and levitates in the air.

“Come to the center of the circle Seras.” The elder said.

Doing so Seras came up to it.

“What is this supposed to do?”

Before she knew it, Seras was confronted by darkness. The sound of dripping liquid could be heard along with the heavy footsteps of another being.

“Who’s there?”

“My fledgling…”

Seras and Requiem stood in the darkness, shrouded and marinated inthe presence of evil. In front of them was a throne of stone and bones; blood was everywhere. There he was; her master the No-Life-King, sitting on his throne bored and petting his familiar, one of the hell-hounds.

"Master..." came out a small voice. It was Seras' and she imediately bowed down to him. Requiem on the other hand stood there.

"There is no need to bow down Vampire Seras Victoria. Your bound of servitude to me has already been broken." He announced.

"Yes that is true but you know that I will always call you Master." She spoke back as she rose to full height.

"Now that you are a part of the family Seras, I expect you to keep my bloodline running strong by becoming nearly as powerful as me. Even though the Hellsing family and our name has been put down, I expect you to restore the former glory we once had. I know it will be hard and long but I know you are more than capable to fulfill this wish of mine."

"Yes Master."

His grin made her feel uncomfortable but at least content with his presence.

“It seems that the other Nosferatu has given you a chance to see me one last time.”

“Master… Is there anyway I can release you?”

He gives out a maniacal laugh and responds to her question.

“Draculina… Have I told you about how you must stand strong the last time we were together? I even told you in your training. Need I remind you?”

Seras looked down in disappointment; remembering the days of her training.

. : Flashback : .

*Bang* *Bang* Bang*

Three shots were impaled into Seras’ body. The pain was too intense for her to even scream.

“What does not kill you makes you stronger.”

Even though they were not made with silver, the imitation bullets were still powerful enough to kill if shot at the brain or heart. Seras curses at herself for letting him do this to her. Rising to her feet she got back up and tried to pass his training session as well as she could.

“Seras, there will be a day where I will not be here. I am relying on you to carry on for me. Protect the Hellsing family and destroy any filth that threatens this world. Now rest my fledgling. You’ve done well…”

He puts a knocked out Seras in her coffin.

“You will turn out to be a fine executor.”

. : End of Flashback : .

Through this she could remember the pain of Alucard’s hellish training and frowns.

“Seras… I want you to walk this Earth and become far stronger than what I’ve already made you. Your journey has yet another chapter to end.”

Alucard stood up and his hell-hounds followed him. For a while he circled Requiem like a vulture until she gave him a glare to stop.

"Ahh... The Queen of the Wolves, the Ruler of Dark Ice; Requiem... You have quite a reputation in our vampiric legacy. I am delighted to meet you." Alucard said with his complete amusement.

Seras came to her master's side and came to pet one of his beasts. Fortunately they took a liking to her and licked her hand. Alucard grined with a hint of pleasure; waiting for the Queen of the Night's answer...

[XxRequiemxX]

Requiem couldn't help but smirk at Seras' childlike attitude but when she came under scrutiny her smirk turned into a scowl.

"I suppose I have you to thank for that." she remarked with a sneer, her silver eyes which seemed blind stared at him accusatorily as she crossed her arms. With a small flick of her wrist the moisture in the air coalesced and the ice shot upward, spiraling. She perched on the higher end of the spiral and glowered at the hound that bared its teeth at her.

"Tell your mutt to get away before I decide to use him as a chair." she said looking at Alucard.

A small sheen of ice crept up the mutt's paw and he snarled pulling away from it. "That is a warning, Alucard. I will not abide by your rules any longer." She skewered him with a dark look, "Last time I gave you such a courtesy your twit of a master called down her freaking army on us and killed my poor Aiten."

“Oh Meara why do you still mourn me?” Aiten's childlike voice echoed slightly and Requiem startled, remember the purpose of this circle and how such words took on a whole new dimension.

"Aiten go away." she said condescendingly even as her gut twisted with guilt. she bared her fangs at the dark and at Alucard, "This is what you have made me."

“Have you had fun since the man put his strings through me?” he asked and Requiem was forced look avert her eyes from Alucard's scrutiny.

"Yes Aiten, my fun has been killing those attached to your demise."

Childlike laughter with a hint of malignancy echoed in the permeating darkness before a small creature appeared at the edges of the vision, wavered once before solidifying and stalking toward them. The hell hounds growled but the blond haired child in street urchin clothes just smiled benignly at them. After several moments of gut wrenching staring Aiten finally just giggled with that childlike innocence that he had perfected ages ago to belly his true nature.

“Won't you introduce me to your friends?” he asked, even if his mouth did not open they all heard him as clear as daylight.

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. : Underworld : .

Alucard sat back down on his chair and rested his head on his hand.

"You better go now Seras. There is nothing to do here."

She looked at him and nodded her head with some discontent. Once again she will be left alone in the hands of misery on the Earth. This apparently made Alucard come up with an idea. As a 'parent' it is his job to support their child.

"You know... I might have a good friend that might help you. But be very cautious for he is not of our race. His name is Marcus. He's half-angel and half demon with much knowledge in the dark arts."

Requiem's interest piqued a bit when she heard the name Marcus. She met him at some point of her life.

"Master..." She began. "Are you sure you can trust me to be with such a guy?"

"Of course, however I don't know about his whereabouts this very moment. I entrust that you will find him without any problems." He added a small gesture at the end of his sentence.

"Very well Master. I shall go."

Alucard smiled wickedly and watched in amusement as his former fledgling began to leave.

"This will be quite entertaining."

This is where the roleplay begins.