A Sheepish Author's Note: Hello, Minions! Er-I mean readers! Have you put away your scarves yet? I hope not! First:

EmmiLouisa: Thanks for the awesome review! It made me smile, because I also am bad at ninja reading. It's a habit...But I'm glad you enjoyed the story!

Now-down to business. I know this story is finished and the prequel is well underway, but I wanted to do a few plot points from Seras' POV. So, I did. Here's part I. Hope you like!

I am awake.

That's literally the first thought that runs through my head. The second thought is that something warm and delicious is currently stepping on my face. Tentatively, I lick the object and get fear-laced blood. It's delicious; virgin and young. I almost moaned in satisfaction before opening my eyes. A young man stared back at me, his face full of terror. He began to let out an unearthly scream, but I am too busy trying to get a good bite on what I could see was a child's ankle. I gave a quick nip, getting another mouthful of blood before letting the limb go. I stood up as the leg retreated, stretching my bones. I am hungry. I am sore. How long was I enchanted?

I look over at a whimpering mass of young child. It turns out to be a nerdy, snot-nosed boy who looks at me with big green eyes. Those eyes fill me with a hate I'd only felt from Ma-Master. My heart clenched painfully, but the burden of my bonds burned slightly on my hands, reminding me of my "orders". I wanted nothing more than to murder this child; a thought that made me stare at him in curiosity, even though I was starving. The boy let out another cry and pulled himself tighter. Perhaps he felt the wrath radiating off of my skin? Suddenly, the boy pointed over my shoulder.

"HEYLADY-WATCHIT!" he screamed, his childish lisp almost comical. I felt a dull pressure in my shoulder, and turned to gaze at my attacker. His zit-covered face shown with a fine sheen of sweat. I rotated my shoulder, feeling the deepness of the gash that he'd made. I wanted to draw out his pain-to let out some of the emotional turmoil I was in, but-damn it all to hell! I'm hungry!

"So you want to play, huh? I'm kind of hungry; I'm not in the mood to play with my food. Sorry." I heard myself sounding hoarse. I must have been locked away for at least 50 years or more… I decided to do the math later, my stomach gathering all the attention away from my brain. I felt my arm dissipate and grabbed the boy's arm, the knife falling from his grip. I ripped it off easily, ignoring his cry as I drowned myself in his blood. I saw the images-he'd been chosen to kill the "brat" and become the Hellsing heir. I hummed internally at this information, a plan forming at the back of my mind.

I just might end up having a little fun in my un-life, after all.

Not the best blood I'd ever had, but I was famished enough to even lick some off the walls like a crazed animal. After I finished my feast, I looked around to see the child; fainted dead away under the horror of what he'd seen, no doubt. I cracked my knuckles, striding across the small space to him. I was all prepared to kill him, when I happened to get a good look as I picked him up. With the thick frames, it was hard to see the features underneath. I lifted them carefully to look at him. It was quite astounding how much he looked like Enoch. Perhaps he was his son, and I hadn't slept long after all?

I sat down on a crate, carefully scraping his wrist and taking just enough blood to get the boy's history. Scenes flashed by like cars on a highway. I managed to ascertain that he was the son of one Michael Hellsing and Trish Hellsing, the former of which was a descendant of…Gabe. I frowned as I understood that Hellsing was a shadow of its former self from the boy's memories.

My plan changed-I would rebuild Sir Integra's dream using the boy, and then I'd kill him! He was a bit too much like his great-grandfather to be allowed to live. Why would I wait until he locked me away just like his ancestor did? I decided to give him twelve years. After that time, he'd feel the pain I felt as his most trusted guide killed him and drank every last drop of blood in his filthy body. I almost laughed from the beauty of it all. Revenge was sweet-no wonder Master loved it so!

I felt him beginning to wake, and began my ruse. Singing an old lullaby I learned somewhere, I rubbed his hair softly and crooned the words. He woke slowly, rubbing into my hand like a little kitten. He moaned something unintelligible before he gagged, pushing away from me. I let him fall into the bloody mess on the ground, watching in amusement as he woke and saw the nightmare firsthand. He began to heave, his body frozen before he took off down the stairs like a shot. Feeling rather playful now that I was full, I leisurely followed.

It took all of a few minutes to pinpoint his heartbeat in the office. Silently I phased into the room, listening to his almost-silent breathing under the desk. Suddenly his voice echoed in my thoughts, the old Hellsing bond coming alive again as I accepted my old role as a little pet.

Why didn't it just eat me and be done with it? Maybe it was full. Maybe it was going to save me for a midnight snack. Maybe- I almost laughed at the panicked thoughts of my quarry.

"Maybe blood tastes better when it's full of adrenaline?" I did let out a hysterical giggle when a shrill scream and a bang revealed my little master's hiding place. However, the time for games was over. I reached under and picked him up, putting him in the chair. The large chair made him look miniscule, adding more to his childish charm. I was actually considering him to be cute.

Too bad he was already the walking dead.

Pitiful, what happens when blood is tainted and diminished over time. Sir Integra would scoff at such weak offspring coming from her proud bloodline. Well, once proud. I sniffed and set the boy in his bed, angered that his mind couldn't take such a simple punishment. Really, it hadn't been that harsh at all!

I will simply have to teach him to handle such things, I thought with a mental sigh. I wasn't lying about the bath, though. It took record time, but I was cleaned and in my coffin. However, I couldn't sleep a wink. I kept turning Enoch's last words over in my mind. I had a clear memory of that nightmare in my head; a horror that made Millennium feel like child's play to me. Maybe it was because it was a bit more personal than Nazis flying a blimp into London. That was Master's battle.

I didn't want to think about it. I wanted to think about it. I didn't know-I wanted my Master; I could feel his blood calling from the basement, even as dormant as it was. Gods be damned, Hellsings be damned. I was going to wake Master. I tried to phase into the room, landing outside the basement door instead. Eh, I'm out of practice.

It wasn't two steps before the headaches started. I was in terrible pain, and immediately backed out of the room. Shaking my head, I saw the spells lining the ceiling, walls, and floors. I knew how to get them to go away, but I needed the heir to do that.

"Shitfuck!" I swore aloud, knowing that I'd now be forced to hear Master's blood calling me eternally, unable to get to him unless some monster arises that I couldn't deal with. I felt like sobbing. My heart broke more, feeling the hopelessness finally catching up with me from generations ago. I ran, phasing out of the house and flying as fast as I could to the one person I knew would still be waiting around; a happy memory of the better times.

I hit the ground at a dead run, pounding on the arched door the minute I reached it and screeching for all I was worth. My heart soared when he opened the door-he'd not changed at all. He opened his mouth to say something, but I tackled him as my tears finally burst forth. I kissed him all over his face, amazed that even with so much hatred in my soul, I still had room for the platonic love I held for him.

"Kitten? How did you-what-" he stuttered as I clutched him, my head against his chest in a parody of all those years ago. "I thought I'd lost you forever," he finally groaned with conviction, holding me back as tightly as I held him. Sniffling, I reached up and removed his glasses, now splattered with my blood tears.

"Renfield."

Afterword: Part II coming soon!