AN: Alright, it's about time I got back into the swing of things. I know this probably isn't the chapter you were expecting, and honestly this doesn't make up for the year long hiatus, but I'm back and brimming with new ideas. And fear not dear readers for I have no plans to abandon this story. And with that, let's get into it.

Chapter 3: Revelations

Seras POV

Oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh! What do I do? I can't let them scan me. If they do, they'll know something's not right! Do they know about vampires? No, they can't. Otherwise they would've attacked once they saw me. I held my breath-not that I needed it-in the hopes to prevent myself from hyperventilating. Ohhh, what would Master do?

An image of Alucard laughing his ass off was then followed by another of him tearing into everyone here and then was followed, in her delusional state, by him phasing through the walls scaring everyone and asking, "Hey kids! Wanna see a dead body?" Honestly, she has no idea where that last one came from.

'Calm down ma chere,' Pips voice rang out. 'Whatever happens, I'm sure you could deal with it.'

'Easy for you to say,' she responded with. 'You're not the one out here having to deal with all this.'

'Eh, it's not so easy in here either, I'd have you know. Getting that merc and alien to quiet down was no easy feat, I'll tell you.' Despite that, his unchanging tone belayed what he said. 'Besides, the only one you have to worry about is the damn mutt. You're a vampire and I doubt they have any silver handy.' He ended it by striking a match and lighting his cigarette.

'Are you smoking inside me!?'

'…no.' This was punctuated with him breathing out with a contented sigh.

'Oh my god-you are! And besides, what makes the Geese any different from them? You're both huma-mortal!'

'Ah, the difference here is, we were forewarned, they're not.' An image of her poking him in the forehead repeatedly, even drawing blood flashed through her mind. 'Granted, it took some convincing, but we learned in due time. Even still,' she couldn't so much as see as feel when he lowered his hat over his eyes, 'with all we were trained with and weapons strong against the undead provided for, with us holding the home advantage, and traps placed around every corner, we were still decimated.'

'Pip…'

He barked out a hollow laugh. 'What's worse is that they weren't even true vampires, just cheap knockoffs!' If he had been able to, he was sure he would be drawing blood from how tightly his fists were. 'Even with all our preparations and advantages, we still would've lost without you. Just think, if we had all that and still lost, what hope do they have.'

'Yeah.' What hope would these people have. Especially with the Captain-Hans-sitting at their dining table. If it wasn't for Pip, she would've died! He's just so freaking strong and fast. No normal being would be able to keep up.

'Sorry ma chere. Didn't mean to bring the mood down.'

'No. No, it's alright. Still, I can't help but worry what happens if they find out.'

'When they find out,' Pip corrected. 'Let's be honest here. You and Alucard never did subtle all that well. And no matter what happens- '

"Alright, just lay on the bed for your examination."

'-I'll always be here.'

'Not like you have much of a choice, Monsieur Bernadotte.'

His answering laugh, more genuine this time, caused her to smile a bit. 'True enough, ma chere.' She did as the doctor told her. She knew there was no going back from this. Once the machine finished, they'll discover her still heart, her cold temperature. And she knew that in a few minutes she'll be either explaining things or be forced to act.

Sure enough, when the lights touched her they turned red in response, something that didn't happen with the Captain. And when one reached her heart, it stopped and started flashing. The doctor frowned and begun typing at her terminal. "What in the-that can't be right. Hold on a moment, there seems to be a glitch. Cerberus! Can't even trust them to get actual working medical equipment."

The lights turned off and the arms of the machine reset back to where they were. The lights came on and the arms moved. And once again the same thing happened causing Seras to sigh. She sat up, pushing the arms out of her way. "I don't think it's a glitch," she said rather tiredly.

"B-but it says you have no pulse! Your body temperature is abnormally low. Lethally if I might add. According to the readings it says that you're-"

"-dead?" interrupted Seras. Chakwas turned around to look at her, her eyes shining with speculation and confusion. "Well, that's because I am." Chakwas stared at her as if silently saying 'yeah and I'm the gingerbread man'. "I'm not lying," Seras huffed. Honestly, it's convincing people that was the most difficult thing.

"Look, I understand you have been through a lot, but there's no reason to believe you died! Now please, lay back on the bed." She turned around and started typing away, muttering to herself. "Now if only I could figure out what's causing this. Can't be in the system, can it? EDI, run a diagnostic on the scanners programming for any errors." Seras ignored the good doctor, walked up to her, and single handedly picked her up. "WHAT IN THE WORLD!"

"Sorry Ms. Chakwas, but as you can see, I'm not exactly normal."

"CLEARLY! NOW PUT ME DOWN!" Seras set her down as quickly as she could. "Now," Chakwas continued, more calmly that she wasn't being dangled like a child, "could you please explain what that was about." They both knew it was no question.

Seras rubbed her head sheepishly. "Sure. But only if you get Shepard. I'd like to repeat this as little as possible." Chakwas stared at her. It was the kind of stare that all doctors experienced with exceptionally difficult patients learn. The one that makes it seem as if they're staring directly into your soul. She turned and brought up her omni-tool, presumably to call Shepard. Seras breathed a sigh of relief that she was no longer under scrutiny.

10 minutes later found her sitting at the mess hall's table across from the Captain who was giving her a very unimpressed look. "What?" she finally snapped at him. "We both knew this was going to happen." His resulting deadpan stare made her want to bang her head on the table. How could one man convey so many words with just a look? The resulting ding of the elevator almost caused her to shout 'finally'.

"Hey Chakwas, what'd you need me for?" Shepard asked, walking into the room.

"Well, commander, it appears the two we picked up, or at least one of them, has a very interesting theory on why my equipment isn't working on her and when asked said she's only tell if you were here as well," Chakwas responded while crossing her arms. It's the same look mothers learn that says 'I know your just making up excuses, it will not save you from your punishment, but will entertain me nonetheless'.

Shepard recognized that look and somewhat succeeded in hiding a wince. "Well, let's hear what she has to say." With that, she grabbed a chair, spun it around, and sat on it backwards, causing the Captain to look at her strangely. She simply shrugged at him causing him to lean back and give her the look he was giving Seras not a moment ago. "Is he always like this?" she asked Seras.

"As far as I know, yes." Not that she minded light hearted by play amongst crew, but she wanted Shepard down here to explain things, not to watch which commanding officer would win in a staring contest. "Listen, Shepard, there's some things you should not about us. About me."

"Alright, shoot."

"Um, okay then? Well, how do I put this?" She paused for a breath so that she could organize her thoughts. Only thing was she's never had to tell anyone what she was. It was always someone else. She just proved it was true. "I'm a vampire."

Shepard blinked. Chakwas sighed. The Captain stared. And Seras held her breath.

"You believe that you're a vampire?" Shepard sighed. "Listen, I get you've been through some shit. Hell, maybe you've done things you don't want to mention. I mean, the galaxy is a large place. But, a vampire?"

"I know it sounds ridiculous, but it's true," Seras defended.

"Can you prove it," Shepard asked, ignoring Chakwas' muttering.

"Of course." This is the moment she needed. She stood up, grabbed the table, and tossed it one handed where it came to rest in front of the sleeper pods. The Captain just continued his silent vigil of the events while Shepard leaned back. "See?"

"All I see is someone who went overboard on their genetic modifications," piped up Chakwas. Of course, the noise of the bounding table alerted the ships XO and their resident alien marksman.

"Shepard, what's going on?" questioned Miranda.

Whistling, Garrus looked at the table that blocked his path. "Damn, Shepard. Did you lose a bet? No need to take it out on defenseless tables."

"Not me, her," she nodded at Seras. "She says she's a vampire, so to prove it she tossed the table one handed. Got to say I'm impressed."

"What nonsense," Miranda scoffed. "To believe such harp is utterly foolish. Vampires do not exist. And we shouldn't encourage her delusions." She stared pointedly at Seras as she bristled at the accusation.

"I'm not saying I believe her. Only that tossing a solid metal table over a couple meters one handed is impressive."

"Oi!"

"Wait. Hold on a moment," interrupted Garrus. "What's a vampire?"

Miranda rolled her eyes as Chakwas explained. "Vampires, otherwise known as shtriga, vrykolakas, or strigoi are believed to be undead who have risen from the grave to drink the life essence of the living. The most well known of such fantastical creatures is Bram Stokers Dracula. Interesting enough, the original vampire was a bloated, deformed corpse who haunted loved ones. It wasn't until Stoker that the gaunt, pale skinned, blood suckers gained popularity and forever became the face of the vampire."

"Wow Chakwas," Shepard said. "You sure do know your stuff."

"Hardly. I've only had plenty of time on my hands between deployments throughout these years."

"Can we please get back on track," pleaded Seras.

"Ok, ok," Shepard replied. "Let's start with some basic questions. Why do you think you're a vampire?"

"Because I was turned by one."

"Oh great, another delusional," muttered Miranda.

"Alright," Shepard continued, ignoring Miranda, "Why were you 'turned'?"

"Because I was shot through the heart." That made people pause, and cause the women present to glance at her chest. Seras rose her hands defensively before her while flushing red. "I'm not going to show you!"

"See!" exclaimed Miranda. "If you were a 'vampire', you wouldn't have any blood! So logically, as vague as logic applies to this, you wouldn't be able to blush."

"I am a vampire!" Seras said, now frustrated. Good god! What is it with these people?

"Do you burn up in the sun?" asked Chakwas.

"Well, no."

"Are you allergic to garlic."

"That's a myth and everyone knows it!"

"Can you transform into a bat?"

"Those are familiars that hang around us."

"Can you cast a reflection?"

"Hogwash is what that is!"

"Let's see. You're casting a shadow, so that discounts that. Can you cross running water?"

"Why would running water stop me?"

"And finally, do you sleep in the grave and/or coffin you were buried in?"

"Well, I was still alive when I was turned, although barely, so I was never buried. Though I do have a coffin. Or at least, I used to."

"I see, I see," Chakwas nodded along. "Obviously, we are dealing with someone with a particular lifestyle, although extremely fantastical, who believes in it with such astounding conviction."

"Like I said," replied Shepard, "the galaxy is a large place. Who am I to judge what someone believes?"

"Even batarians commander?"

"Except batarians."

The Captain, who had been sitting idle all this time, stood up and walked to the kitchen area. Moving aside the chef, who watched all that with a bemused/disbelieving expression, and opened the drawers one by one till he found what he was looking for. Of course, all this was observed by everyone as the first 'big' thing he had done since meeting him. He calmly walked back with a knife in hand up to Seras.

"Now hold on big guy," Shepard said, interposing herself in front of him, "I don't know what the history between you two is, but pulling a knife on someone because they believe they're a vampire isn't cool." He tried stepping around her only for her to block him again. "How about you give me the knife and we can talk this out like reasonable adults."

He stopped and stared at her. Seras couldn't tell what was going through his mind, seeing as she didn't know him well enough to read any subtlety he may give off, but he seemed somewhat surprised. Then bemused. Then annoyed. All of that quicker than most could follow. Staring Shepard straight in the eye, he raised the knife in front of himself, causing the three main combatants to tense, and rammed it through his other hand, shocking all into stunned silence.

Leaving it there, he walked around Shepard, who apparently didn't know how to react to that, and approached Seras. Grabbing the back of her head, although rather gently, and tilted it backward before holding his bleeding hand over her. When the first droplets hit her tongue, it was indescribable. Where a humans tasted of whatever their most preferred meal or drink is, and the asari was a thicker texture, his was an ecstasy of flavors. She grabbed his hand and tried to bring it to her mouth so that she could sink her teeth into it and drain him for all he was worth, but with his superior strength, he kept it firmly, and teasingly, out of her reach.

When he finally deemed enough was enough, he pushed her back and ripped the blade from his hand before tossing it to her. She caught it deftly and began to lick it like a kid with a spoon of brownie batter. "What the hell was that?!" exclaimed Shepard.

"Hmm?" questioned Seras, still recovering from the high that the Captains blood caused her. If it wasn't for the sensations the blood had nearly drowned her in, she would have noticed the pale faces of the humans and the dumbfounded/freaked-out look of the turian.

"And here I thought I'd seen it all," growled Chakwas, marching towards the Captain. "Of all the stupid, irresponsible-give me that!" She grabbed his hand to inspect the damage, her mind already calculating how much medi-gel this would use, and the series of surgeries he'd have to undertake if he wanted to fully utilize his hand again. However, she was brought to a halt as she looked at his hand. "That's not possible," she muttered, disbelief clear for all to hear.

"Uh, Chakwas? What's up?" Ignoring Shepard, Chakwas grabbed the hem of her coat and rubbed the blood off the Captain's hand. When she was done, she held up his hand for all to see. But instead of a hole going through with blood gushing out, there was flawless skin. "Ok, what the hell's going on?"

The Captain raised his hand and pointed it at Seras and for the first time, spoke. "Draculina." A husky voice came forth from his mouth. He then pointed at himself. "Werewolf." Having done what he did and said what he needed to, he strode back to his chair and sat down arms crossed as if the last minute had not just happened.

"Oh no," exclaimed Miranda, "you are not getting off that easily. You are going to explain what just happened!" The Captain stared at her with his inhuman eyes. He blinked before returning his gaze to look at Shepard and Seras causing Miranda to growl in frustration.

Having finally come down, Seras was flushed a deep red while glaring at the Captain. She was mortified. She groaned as she put her head in her hands, unwilling to look at everyone else. "He fed me his blood to prove I'm not lying," she muttered. Unfortunately, her hands muffled her already lowered voice so all anyone heard was unintelligible noises that might have been words.

"Chakwas?" Shepard was now pleading. None of this was making sense!

"Honestly commander, for Seras I would say she was an extreme case of haematophilia, but Hans' brash move defies explanation. Even the krogan who arguably have the best regenerative capabilities can't compare to that! There's not a science I can think of that could accomplish that. He shoved a knife clear through his hand for crying out loud. Ignoring how he was able to do that without uttering a sound, which has disturbing implications, the wound would take weeks of the absolute best treatments there are to heal! It defies common sense!"

Seras peaked out of her hands to observe what's going on. Of course, it was as close to a shit show as she'd feared it would become. Miranda was glaring daggers at the Captain, who steadfastly ignored her. Chakwas was massaging her temples as she tried to make sense of what happened. The turian was shifting from foot to foot, obviously unable to choose how to respond. And Shepard was staring at her. She could only shrug helplessly.

After ten minutes, the table was brought back and they were sitting down, tempers having been allowed to cool and the shock worn off. Shepard and her crew sat on one side with Seras and the Captain on the other, a chair in-between the two. Shepard was now bringing to bear all her charisma that she's acquired throughout her years in service to the Alliance and the Council. While admirable, it still did not compare to Integra's own charisma. Then again, it's hard to see someone having a more demanding presence than the master of Dracula. "What exactly are you?" Shepard asked.

"Like I said, I'm a vampire!" exclaimed Seras. Seriously! She has dealt with stubborn people before, but no one has doubted her for so long. Everyone tends to accept that she is in fact a vampire after they see her strength and fangs. Then again, her master had always been there and it's really hard to hold onto denial when faced with the King of Vampires. On second thought, it was probably her master who convinced everyone. And now all she wanted to do was sulk.

"And I'm saying that's not possible!" retorted Shepard. "I was willing to let it go beforehand, but what he did and the way you acted with the knife, I can't let this go. Now, who and what are you? Are you agents of the Reapers? Are you aligned with some unknown faction that experiments on people?"

"Look, I'm sorry about the knife thing, but I was caught off guard just as you were. I didn't expect him to do what he did. And who are these reapers? And why would I be allied with them?"

"Oh come off it. Everyone's heard of the Reapers, even if most don't believe in them."

"So you're saying you believe in something most don't and yet you're calling me a liar for being a vampire?" Shepard winced at the faux paus. Yeah, not her best move there. Taking a breath to calm herself down, Seras thought on how she should proceed. After a minute, she decided to capitulate on the commanders demands, at least a little. "As for who I am, you may call me Seras Victoria. I am the fledgling vampire of the great vampire Alucard, am employed in the Hellsing Organization under the Hellsing family, in service to the Crown of Her Majesty of Great Britain against threats of the supernatural order."

"You expect us to believe that?" asked Miranda. "The vampire Alucard? The supposed son of the legendary, fictional, character Dracula? And Hellsing? Aren't you being a little obvious here?"

"I know alright!" snapped Seras. "I've had to deal with it myself you know? And believe it or not, some of that story isn't fiction. The original Hellsing, Arthur, had told Stoker bits and pieces for his book because it was believed it best if everyone not sanctioned to know should believe the tale as fantasy than fact."

"Alright," continued Shepard, "say we believe you. Where does that leave us?"

"All I want is to go back home."

"Home? As in London? On Earth?"

"Yes," she sighed, relieved they were catching up.

"No."

"WHAT?!"

"You say you're a vampire. And not just any vampire, but one turned by the son of Dracula, and you want me to let you loose on mankind's homeworld? Not happening. You say you serve the Queen of England, something no one has laid claim for almost a century now, well I serve the Systems Alliance. And I took an oath to protect humanity from all threats, both foreign and domestic."

"But I'm not a threat!"

"But you say you're a vampire!"

"I am!"

Suddenly, a loud crash followed by the sound of rending metal rang out, echoed by a low growl that caused everyone's hair to stand on end. Looking over the see the Captain with his fist clean through the table, before tearing it out taking pieces of metal with him. His glare made them feel like deer caught in the headlight, how they seemed to glow with an inner light and his lips pulled back to show sharp teeth. "I care not for what you believe. You refuse to acknowledge what you already know. All I wish for is an expediate return to where we first came from so we may resume where we were interrupted." Despite how he looked, his tone wasn't loud, nor threatening. It was calm, unperturbed, and near to a whisper, like what people use in a library. And for some reason, that made it all the more frightening.

Quickly gathering herself, Shepard turned her sights on the other one of her current headache. "What do you mean? You say I already know something, but you don't say what. That she's a vampire? That you're a werewolf? I'd like to, even it's just to move things along, but I can't. They're impossible. She can't be vampire because it defies all reason. And you can't be a werewolf because it's impossible for someone to shapeshift from a human into a mock wolf!"

Standing up the Captain walked a few meters away till he had enough room and began to transform. It was a slack-jawed Shepard, Chakwas, Miranda, and Garrus that witnessed a human transform into a giant wolf. One that was larger than the man it was. It's fierce red eyes locked onto them before it opened its maw and let loose a terrible roar, one that shook the deck they stood on. Acting on instinct, Seras stood up and had her arm transform into its shadow self. Her skin seemed to pale even more and her eyes gained a sickening inhuman feel to them.

The two titans-monsters-locked eyes for what seemed to everyone as an eternity as they all unconsciously held their breath. One heartbeat. Two. Three. The wolf bared its fangs, saliva dripping from his maw. Four. Seras' shadow started flittering as if it was a dark fire. Five. The wolf lowered its front legs as if to make to pounce. Six. Seras leaped so as to impose herself between the werewolf and the beings at the table. Seven. The wolf snarled. Eight. Seras bared her fangs in turn. Nine. And then the wolf started to shrink in on itself until Hans was there kneeling. Everyone let out a collective4 breath as Seras moved back to her original spot.

"Ok," said Shepard after a moment, "I think I believe you now." Miranda was still to shocked to make any intelligent noise and Chakwas looked like she was about to faint. Garrus had the worst/best reaction as he was prepared to run at any second. "Just, how? Why?"

Without taking her eyes off of the former Millenium Captain, Seras answered. "I really hate to inconvenience you like this ma'am, but I have few options. Fewer when I need to make sure the wolf over there doesn't disappear. Imagine what would happen if he made it to any populated world cut off from most of the galaxy. It would be a slaughter." Shepard could agree to that. Hell, she's still going to need time to come to grips with this, and if needs time to adjust, normal colonists would be in full blown denial. Easy prey.

"But, you said you were fighting him. How did the Blue Suns get both of you? Surely they would have realized there was something wrong with what was happening." Ah, that's right. They believed that the Blue Suns had managed to get the drop on them while they were fighting. She needs to correct as many inconsistencies as she can if she were to establish any type of trust. Vampire problems.

"They didn't. You came to that conclusion yourself, I just didn't try to correct you on it. I do apologize, but I needed off planet. He and I were fighting when a spell from someone I had defeated previously chose that moment to activate and ended up catching both of us."

"Wait, spell? As in magic?" Hans looked at her with one raised eyebrow as if to say 'there is an honest to god vampire and werewolf before you and you question magic?'. He has a very expressive face.

"Yes."

"So, you were battling in London, and I'm just now hearing of this?" Shepard was pretty sure she would have heard of something if that happened. Not unless the government knew about them and cleaned up their messes. And doesn't that raise a whole slew of questions and problems.

"Ma'am, it's my belief that the spell didn't just send me across space, but time as well." A strangled choking noise came from somewhere next to her, but for some reason she couldn't spare it another thought.

"And how can you be so sure?"

"Because, our battle took place in London, England in 1999." Silence once again became the predominant voice in the room. This was insane and everyone knew it! But, the proof was right in front of them. How can they dispute monsters, when two were right before them and how could they dispute magic when again, actual monsters were right before them!

"I think...I need a drink," was Shepards response to this madness.

"What do you want me to say?" Seras finally demanded. "I have been nothing but honest despite all your skepticism."

"You lied to get on my ship and now knowing what you are, putting my entire crew in danger!"

"I'm sorry, alright! But I had no other choice! I needed to stick around him otherwise there's no telling what he would have done!"

"And now I'm supposed to believe that?"

"If I wanted to attack your crew, I would have done so the moment you left me alone in the medbay."

"Is that supposed to reassure me?"

"ARGH! What the hell do you want from me?!"

"I don't know!" Shepard seemed surprised by her own admission. "I just-this has never happened before that I'm aware of. You're not a new species, you're one that's supposed to be completely fictional! You lied to get on my ship. And just now destroyed all my perceptions of what is real. I just don't know what to do." She slumped back in her seat, completely befuddled. Seeing that, Seras looked down, frustration etched in every line on her face.

Seras cocked her head as if deeply thinking about the problem when she was doing the next best thing, getting advice. 'Pip, what do you think?'

'Honestly, I couldn't tell you. It was difficult for me and my men to accept that vampires and werewolves and magic was real.'

'How did you come to terms with it?'

'Eh, being a mercenary, and one as battle savvy as I, you see a lot of things, so while it was a real shock, I was able to just accept it for the most part. Then again, seeing the things those fakes were doing really helped us just paint them as another target, which mind you we don't want to be. Then again, from a purely mercenary standpoint, this is a perfect opportunity. You are something no one believes exists, something no one would account for.'

'Are you saying I should become a mercenary?!'

'I'm not saying anything, but it has been applied that she's gearing up to face something. She did drop that reaper comment earlier. Seemed rather worried you worked for them. And hey, if you could get paid, all the better.'

Sighing, Seras decided to go for broke. If this didn't work out, then she could not see any other way this would end than a slaughter. "Look, I'm out of my depth as well. Not on the same planet, not in the same time, with an enemy who tried real hard to kill me. I have no allies and no means of resources of any kind. I don't want to fight you, but I have a duty I have to fulfill, so I will if you make me." Shepard stayed silent knowing this is indeed a desperate situation and if normal men lashed out in such situations, then she didn't want to think of what the vampire before her could do. "So, how about a deal. I'll work for you till either I am able to go back home or your mess is sorted out and I'll not attack a single member of your crew."

"And what makes you think I'm in a mess?"

"Well, you did mention reapers earlier, kinda figured you had some kind of enemy."

Shepard then turned her attention to the other monster in the room. "And what about you? What are you planning to do?"

He looked at her for a solid minute. No muscle twitch or spasm could be detected. Hell, he even looked like he wasn't breathing! "I wish for the same thing as the young one. Give me a worthy enemy and you will have no troubles from me."

"Heh, where have I heard that before," Shepard chuckled. At their blank stares, it turned into a sort of nervous laugh. "Sorry, inside joke. Anyway-"

"Shepard I must object," voiced Miranda. "You can't possibly be thinking of allowing them to join."

"And why not?"

"Why? Because they're monsters! Not someone whose done horrific things-though I wouldn't put it past them given what they are-but actual real-life monsters!"

"Now hold on-"

"Actually Shepard, I gotta agree with her," intervened Garrus.

"Et tu Garrus?" Shepard somewhat jokingly replied. It seemed to have gone over the turians head as his mandibles twitched in confusion.

"Uh, no idea what you just said, but I have some concerns. I know I haven't been the most receptive of them, and given your reactions I've been justified, but I'm pretty sure a human changing into a giant wolf and another who can make her arm catch on fire colored black is not natural by any means. And I mean sure, we've worked with people we don't trust before, hell we're working with Cerberus of all things, but it was always knowing we could take them on if they betrayed us. With these two, I'm not so sure."

"Listen, I fully understand you two. Don't think I haven't thought of the same things, but answer me this: What can we do, right now, that could actually stop them? As far as I can tell, not a damn thing. As for you Garrus, remind me to have Chakwas get you some reading material on what a vampire and werewolf are." The two grimaced at her words as they knew it to be true, Miranda more specifically. Knowledge has always been her power base and frankly she had nothing on the two before them. It worried her a great deal.

"Alright Shepard, I'll trust your judgement on this," conceded Miranda. "However, I want to be kept as far from them as possible for the time being." Shepard nodded and with that affirmation, Miranda went the long way around to get into her quarters.

"Ok, I guess that's that. Welcome aboard."

"Uh, you know we could hear you guys, right?" asked Seras.

AN: Yes this entire chapter was supposed to be from Seras' perspective, but I can see that it has slipped into general POV a couple times throughout. Besides that, I think this turned out pretty well. The major thing I had trouble with was Shepards and everyones reactions to the fact that there are indeed monsters. Mind you, Mass Effect takes place almost two centuries in the future and in that timespan things like religion which can be described as sustaining on only belief have fallen out of favor for the most part. So, most have a more facts matter, not belief, type of mindset. And don't worry, you'll see everyone elses reactions next chapter.

As for Hans, I honestly struggled with him. Not once in either the anime nor manga has he spoken. In fact, it's only in the manga that he emits any type of noise and that is when he laughs as he dies. That doesn't give me a lot to work with. He'll mostly stay silent for the next few chapters until Shepard uses her natural charm to draw people out and he becomes more talkative.

CMVrued: Fear not for death has yet to take me. Though it has tried to take my imagination.

Leave a review and I'll do my best to respond next time. In the mean time, check out my other stories that I have not chosen to abandon and will update them as I go along. Now, I do have a question if anyone is willing, where can I watch dubbed anime online or on an app? I have not been able to find one I'm comfortable in using yet. Why dubbed you may ask when people say the Japanese version is better? It's because when watching subbed, I'm paying more attention to the words, not what's actually going on, so I miss a lot. If you could help me, it would be a great help.