Hello there! Welcome to my first Hellsing FanFiction. I was listening to the opening songs again and this idea just popped into my head. If you like this tester chapter then let me know so I can continue, but if this idea has already been done then please let me know so I can take it down. The last thing I wish to do is copy someone's work.

Without further ado I present the tester chapter of Rogue Police Girl...the title needs work I know, but in all fairness I don't even have the plot worked out yet.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing!

It had been a long day at the station for 19 year old Seras Victoria. Filing and making cups of coffee and tea all day was not her career choice at all, but she was only a mere month away from sitting her examination which would determine if she joined the police academy. There was nothing the bright blue eyed girl wanted more than to be like her late father. Anything to make him proud. The sky was dark, the moon was full and the streets were desolate. Only a faint buzz of music could be heard, increasing in volume with each step. A cool breeze swept past, its icy fingers stroking against Seras' plump flushed cheeks. She wrapped her coat tighter around her generous frame before securing it with the belt. Britain was fast emerging into the winter season, and it was only just beginning to show. Seras could see the water vapour rise from her mouth and up into the sky in the dull orange street lamps. The young girl rounded a corner and was greeted by the offensive bright neon lights from the clubs and pubs. The entire length of the street was full of them, and Seras hated walking down it. The smell of tobacco and alcohol, as well as illegal substances, was pungent in the air. Enough to make anyone give a dry wretch. There was also the fact that when she walked between the hoards of drunk and randy men, she would always be addressed as 'nice tits' or have offers to nip around the back for a quick shag behind the bins. It made her skin crawl. There was one particular pub 'The Saucy Wench' which was particularly bad for abusive comments like that. There was always one man, short and stout with a cigarette in one hand and a pint in the other, who eyed Seras like a piece of meat every evening. That night was no exception.

Seras was walking on the edge of the pavement when that man turned his eyes to her. He gave a quick nudge to a friend before sniggering, "Hey up luv', fancy a shag!?" He laughed obnoxiously. Seras grit her teeth and carried on. Usually it would be left at that, but the man was feeling lucky. He started to follow her at a leisurely pace, staggering as he tried to keep his pint from sloshing out the glass, "Come on, you've go' a cracking pair o' tits!" Seras Victoria had had quite enough of the bawdy comments. She decided to retaliate. Being careful to watch her step on the cracked pavements she turned and flashed her teeth,

"Thank you very much for the charming offer, I'll call you up on it when I want a case of the clap!" That didn't have much affect, instead only encouraging him. People from surrounding pubs started to look, huddled in smoking circles. The man laughed, the birds feet by his eyes creasing unpleasantly,

"Why don't you suck o' this!" He grabbed his crotch while his friends laughed around him. Seras decided to hurt a man where he felt pain the most; his pride. Giving a wicked smirk she shouted back,

"There's probably nothing there for me to use!" Yes it was unlike someone of her character to shout something so obscene, but desperate times called for desperate measures. She would say her prayers and apologise when she got home like a good little girl. That hit home. If there was one thing Seras had learned from the station, it was that no man liked having his 'manhood' insulted or even questioned. People from the surrounding area laughed, while his face flushed with rage,

"Fuck you say skank?!" Seras was quick to turn on her heel and walk away, all the while hearing the people around him say 'just leave it mate' and 'she's not worth it'. Good, perhaps they would leave her alone now.

She was not far from home, the street of neon lights long behind her. Although the young girl had the most peculiar feeling. That she was being watched. Every time she glanced over her shoulder, there was no one. Maybe the odd stray cat here and there but nothing human.

She was one street away before she heard drunken slurs and shouting, followed by the sound of running. She glanced behind her to see the drunken oaf from 'The Saucy Wench'. He was alone, but the sight of his approaching form frightened Seras. He was quite a burly man, and even with the alcohol in his system she would be no match for him. Letting out a shriek of terror Seras set off running. All around her the terraced houses loomed high above her, not one with a single light peeking through the blinds. The further she ran, the narrower the streets seemed to become. She was not far from home, but there was still ample time for the drunk to catch up. Rounding a corner, Seras ducked into an alleyway located between the terraced house gardens. She was surrounded by brick and wood. She pressed her back against the cool walls, the cold biting the nerves of her back even through her layers. Her breathing was laboured, and she covered her mouth with a frost bitten hand. As the running came closer, Seras scooted along the wall taking caution not to trip on the cobble stones in her heels. She pressed herself further into the shadows as the man came into view. He came to a stop just before the mouth of the ally gasping for breath, hands resting on his knees as he coughed and spluttered to return the air to his lungs. He collected flem in the back on his throat before spitting it onto the floor, mumbling curses under his breath as he walked back in the direction of neon street. Seras waited for five minutes before breathing a sigh of relief. She still had the feeling of being watched but brushed it off as a stray animal. She was safe. Giggling to herself, she began to walk to the mouth of the ally before cold hands grabbed her forearms. It all happened so fast.

Seras can't recall much. Only that she was pulled back into a chest. She could smell something rancid and metallic on her attacker's breath. She could only see a red glow emanating from behind her before her head was wrenched to the side. She can still recall the pain. White hot pain as what felt like two thick needles slicing through her skin and muscle. She tried to scream, but found she couldn't as her muscle contracted around the needles causing even more pain. She could feel the hot blood flowing down her neck. She can remember the gulping and grunting her attacker made as he held her nearly lifeless body. Most importantly, she can still remember his groggy voice and what he said to her as he finished and threw her body to the cold wet floor, "One day, you'll thank me pitiful creature." Then, the poor 19 year old closed her eyes as her last breath left her.

That was the night Seras Victoria died. She was found the next morning, an old housewife had emerged from her garden to find the lifeless and bloodied body of the aspiring police officer.

Name: Seras Victoria

Time of Death: 23:53 P.M 17/11/2008

Cause of Death: Blood loss, attacked by a wild animal.

She was all over the news. Poor little police girl cut down before her time. People mourned and moved on. However, what the media left out was that the day after her death there was a break-in at the mortuary. Well, a break-out. The police girl no longer in her little ice box, doctors and police officers found dead and drained of blood. No one even got their hands on the tape of the young girl with bright red eyes.

On the day of Seras Victoria's funeral, it was an empty coffin that was lowered into the ground. All the while, she watched from the shadows a single red tear running down her cheek. Her human life was gone, her new life as Nosferatu had begun.