The Child of Seras - by MindAsylum - Anime - http://www.hellsingfanfic.net/hellsingfanfic/The_Child

The Child of Seras

Chapter III

Jake felt himself being lifted carefully off the ground, and was carried back to his bed. His vision was too blurry to see who it was, but he somehow felt an instinctual trust in this person, an aura that took away his fear and confusion.

“God, you must be starving.” The voice was quiet, female, and undeniably familiar.

He was laid on his back with his head propped up on a pillow, so he could face his caregiver. Still, all he could see was an outline, not a solid figure. She rummaged through what looked like a cooler of some sort, and in moments he felt what seemed to be a straw in his mouth.

“Here, drink this. You’ll feel better.” There was a slight uncertainty to her voice, as though she felt guilty about something, but Jake was far too hungry to ask questions just yet. He inhaled, and what could only be described as heaven itself hit his tongue. Instantly, the ache in his stomach and veins disappeared. His strength returned; the fog in front of his eyes cleared. He was a little disappointed when a slurping sound ensued, informing him that the bag was empty. Now that he was finally able to see, he looked to his left.

And saw an angel smiling down at him. Her short, golden hair formed a halo around her soft face. She had gentle, crystalline blue eyes, her skin a glowing, fair peach color. She had a vertical, narrow scar at the base of her neck, though it did not blemish her in the slightest. She was dressed in what appeared to be some sort of Cop uniform, with a red and black checkered shield patched onto her shoulder, though he couldn’t see the text on it. She seemed to be a little nervous about something; what he could not fathom. He was sure he’d seen her before, but strained to remember where from.

“How do you feel?” she asked.

“Like I found an oasis in Death Valley. I can’t thank you enough, Ms...”

“Seras Victoria.,” she said, extending her white-gloved hand, “You can call me Seras. And you?”

He took it carefully, “Jake...Jake Rivers.”

She pulled her hand away and looked aside for a moment, as if trying to find the right words.

“Jake, I know it’s terrible, but I need to know how much you remember from last night.”

“Last night...” He prayed she wasn’t talking about the same “last night” he had in mind. It was probably a totally different “last night.” Of course it couldn’t have been the “last night” that in included zombies and rabid monsters. Neither existed, so what was he so worried about? Someone had probably spiked his drink at the club, he freaked out, fell off the stage and now he was...wait, where was he again?

“I don’t mean to dodge the question, but could you tell me where I am?”

She sighed, as though gathering her strength for what she was about to relay. “You’re in the basement floor of the HQ of the Hellsing Organization. We work for the secret Royal Order of Protestant Knights.”

“That doesn’t sound like a charity.” Jake ventured, getting a brief smile from Seras. She collected herself again, and continued very cautiously.

“I don’t really know how to tell you this without sounding like a loony, but the creatures that attacked your friends...”

“Wait,” Jake interrupted, “creatures?” This couldn’t have been going where he thought it was.

“They were vampires, Jake.” She said, with a deathly seriousness that precluded any questioning. “The zombie-types following were their ghouls, the result of non-virgin humans drained by a vampire. Our mission, Hellsing’s mission, is hunt them down and eliminate them.”

Everything from that horrible night flashed through his mind: the bloodshed, the screaming, the inhuman howls, the man with the red eyes...

Jake took in a deep breath, trying to stop his jaw from quivering. “...and my friends?”

Seras shook her head.

“Oh my God...” a realization hit him, so quickly he almost shouted it. “That’s when I saw you...I was injured on that fence...but, I’m still here, so how..?”

Seras swallowed hard, an ashamed expression tainting her features. “It was my fault.”

Jake just stared in confusion. Her fault?

“The vampire who tried to take you hostage...I killed him just as he was clearing the fence. The reason you were wounded, the reason you’re here and not at a hospital, is because of me.”

“But how can that be if I’m not wounded now?” Jake protested.

That question only seemed to rub salt in it for Seras. Her hands fumbled with each other, as though trying to find a way to grasp the truth without cutting herself. It didn’t work.

“The truth is, Jake, that while Hellsing’s mission is to destroy the undead, it currently employs two of them. I am one of them.”

Jake involuntarily pressed his back further into the headboard. “Wait, are you telling me that you’re a...”

“Vampire.” She finished, without any pride whatsoever. “You were mortally wounded. There was no hope for you to survive. I understand if you hate me, Jake, but the only way I could save you, was to turn you.”

Hell, we got two of ‘em, why not one more?

That thing in there isn’t any more alive than Henri VIII

On instinct, Jake put a finger into his mouth and felt over his canines. He pricked his finger and pulled it out immediately: fangs. He looked over to the empty plastic back he had drank out of minutes before. Transfusion Blood: type AB+. So that’s what he had been craving so desperately; that was the miracle substance that had given him his stamina and enraptured his tongue. He strained to feel some kind of emotion from this, show some response, but there was nothing. No anger, no sorrow, or outrage, and certainly no ill will toward Seras; only a cold, undeniable certainty that, just as he had told Frank the previous night, things would never be the same again.

“What does all of this mean?” he asked, almost to himself.

“It’s simple, fledgling.” Responded a deep, lustful voice.

Jake’s head snapped in all directions. It seemed to come from everywhere at once, including his own head.

“You must drink the blood of mortals to live.”

Suddenly, a countenance that would burn itself into his mind forever stepped through the wall like an apparition. Unnaturally tall, wild black hair, eyes so red they looked like twin suns on a dusty afternoon. A grin as wide as a slit throat played on his face. He wore a long red coat, and white gloves with strange symbols on them. He stepped closer

“Sunlight will kill you, and silver burns your flesh like fire.” He was now looking straight down at Jake, who felt like an ant with a cruel child staring down at him.

Seras’ expression soured. “I’ve got this covered, Alucard”

Jake just stared, overwhelmed by the aura of wrongness this guy emitted.

Alucard continued, ignoring her. “The police girl here is your Master, and as her fledgling, you are to serve, respect, and obey her in all things.”

Jake looked at Seras, not totally sure what to do. He suddenly felt a huge hand grasp his face, forcing his glance back upward. Alucard’s eyes drove hot needles through Jake’s own, and just as Seras was about to protest, he scoffed and tossed Jake backward onto the bed.

Jake was just getting up as Alucard turned to leave, again, through the wall.

“You should have chosen more wisely, police girl. This one’s a coward.” He said, and left.

Jake looked at the wall that Alucard had left through.

“I’m sorry,” said Seras “He’s like that.”

“Who the Hell is he?” asked Jake, rubbing his chin.

“My old Master, Alucard.” She said thoughtfully. “He’s been with Hellsing since...well, I’m not even sure.”

Something didn’t quite add up here. “Wait, if Hellsing’s job is to kill vampires and all that, why do they use them?”

“That’s a question for another time. For now, get some rest, alright?”

Her hand traveled to his. He felt his cheeks get warm as she said, “Things are going to get a little strange, even scary sometimes, but from now on, we’re in this together, ok?”

“Ok...Master.”

He couldn’t explain it, but as Seras walked out the door, and he heard the door close, he was certain that whatever tomorrow brought, he could face it.

After all, he thought, I have an angel watching over me.
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Seras closed the door behind her and sighed. This wasn’t going to be easy for either of them. He had taken the news a little better than she expected, and thankfully, didn’t seem to hold any ill will toward her. She would try to make the best of things as they were, give him time to adjust, but she still feared that he was too young to be able to handle the sort of work he was sure to be assigned.

Not even half of your problems, police girl, resounded Alucard in her head.

You didn’t have to barge in like that, she thought back, annoyed.

You know so little about siring a fledgling; I thought it my duty to intervene.

She rolled her eyes. Well then, educate me.

He is too young. You noticed how quickly his hunger struck him? His body is not fully mature, thus he will have to feed nearly twice as often.

Seras tried not to show any signs of being bothered. So what? She scoffed mentally, two bags a night instead of one. What’s the difference?

The more he hungers, the harder he will be to control.He added, with a crueler edge to his voice,For this reason, Master has asked me to watch him closely. If he shows any signs of transgression, if he crosses his boundaries even in the slightest, I am to kill him.

Seras glared ahead, teeth clenched.

“He won’t.” she said aloud. “You’ll see. He’s going to make a fine Hellsing soldier. All he needs is a chance.”

“I plan to give him several, police girl.” He said, “Let’s see if he takes them.”

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