Chapter 1

She stood along with about a thousand other people at the outside auction in front of the old Carfax Abbey as she watched the items being brought up for bidders, still clad in her heavy and hot Police officer uniform, the sun beating down on her relentlessly and making her fan herself with her hand, her sapphire blue eyes squinted to see the items as she moved a lock of woven gold hair away from her eyes path.

"Lot number six-six-seven ladies and gentlemen," the auctioneer announced.

Up until that point, nothing in the auction had really caught her attention enough to buy, but it had ranged from old draperies still covered in dust and grime, to antique mirrors, from old and finely painted pottery, to old bibles. The chair that people were bidding for however caught and held her attention.

Red velvet cushioned the back and seat of the chair, genuine oak were what the chair was made of . Even though the chair was extremely old due to to everyone being so afraid to go within the old Abbey's walls due to the legend, and had likely been exposed to the elements; its condition was practically like new and she got the distinct impression it had once belonged to a nobel as one had to have quite a bit of money back in the day for something as "fine" as that.

She raised her hand as high as she could, walking through the crowd as she did so the auctioneer could see her better, her short stature could hinder her from gaining her prize after all, thankfully he seen her.

"That's three-hundred, looking for three-fifty? Three fifty. Now looking for four-hundred?"

The officer, quickly raised her hand again, quickly eyeing the crowd for whoever was bidding against her and her eyes narrowed at who she seen. She knew who the woman was, Integra Hellsing, and it may have just been the legend surrounding the Hellsing family, but she had always despised the heiress.

"Four-hundred. Now looking for four-fifty?"

She glared death at the platinum blonde in the olive green suit, large spectakles, and sized her up. Integra gave off the impression of a cold and calm woman, but Seras had a feeling that underneath all of her money, caviar, and expensive cigars, she could easily be taken down if she was in the officer's line of work.

Integra raised her hand again and she copied the action automatically, not willing to let her prize slip away to the likes of Integra Hellsing, it wasn't so much about the chair anymore as it was about her pride and hatred of the other blonde.

"That's five hundred. Looking for five-fifty?"

Her arm was stiff ready to raise her hand again if she needed to, her now hard eyes glaring at Integra, practically daring her to bid again.

"Five hundred, going once, going twice...SOLD!"

She grinned her cocky victory when the mallet was hit on the podium showing she had won and she turned her eyes away from the heiress who had just turned to look at her and glared at her cocky grin, making her grin turn into a full blown mocking smile.

"Your name miss?" The auctioneer asked as she stepped up to claim her prize.

"Seras Victoria, I can pay now."

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