A/n Sorry for the huge inactive period. I was extremely busy these past few months.

Q: Did you delete the original?A: Yes, I did. I didn't like where it was going and how I previous had written it so I began rewriting the whole thing. Finally, here's the first chapter for you guys :))) I hope you like it better than the other one.

To new comers- Hello, I'm Nelly! I've worked incredibly hard on this story for years (since 2015/2016) and I've finally got ideas which I think you will really enjoy. There won't be any romance or smutt, but there will be a family theme going on and sometimes there may be triggering subjects so please, if you're sensitive to gore or eating disorders I don't think this is the story to you. I've tried to make this as true to the Hellsing storyline as possible and unlike a few fanfics I've seen involving Alucard in the family genre, I don't intend on making him all affectionate and fatherly straight away because that wouldn't be realistic on Hellsing's standards. This is based after the end of OVA 10 and old characters you love to hate will appear so stay keen ;)

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General point of view

South England, 2039

A black car pulls up to a small detached house in the lower class area of a small town. Sir Integra steps out of it, along with her most faithful servant Alucard. Her butler, Gene, carries a briefcase as the three walked onto the small driveway to the house. A young woman was anxiously waiting for the trio with her hands to her front.

The sight of Alucard instantly set her nerves on end; she hadn't been expecting him to look so much like the other one.

"Ms Nightingale," Integra greeted, holding out her hand. The woman took it and shook it, distracted by the presence of the vampire.

"P-please, Sir Integra, call me Donna," she said uneasily.

"Donna." The older woman smiled, placing her other hand on top of Donna's to reassure her. Donna smiled, relaxing and Integra asked: "May we come in?"

"Yes, yes... to the living room." She halted when Alucard attempted to follow his master, "B-but not him. Please."

Alucard let out a mocking scoff but he was waved by Integra to stay put. He did as he was told and waited outside the living room as Gene and Integra went in. The door closed and Alucard sat down on the stairs by the entrance. He knew he'd be there a while. His opinion on him having to assist Integra with this exchange was that it seemed pointless to him but he also wasn't one to question orders.

Inside, Integra discussed reparations and support she and her organisation could offer Donna for her situation. A new home, a new car, a trust fund- Donna politely rufused everything except for financial aid when she was running low. She also requested that if anything were to happen to her, that Hope be sent under the care of Hellsing. Integra agreed, but in return: Donna's daughter was to be kept in the dark about her condition until the time was right.

Meanwhile, back in the hallway, someone tapped Alucard on the shoulder. He took up most of the width of the staircase and a little girl was trying to get past.

"Excuse me? Sir?"

"Hm?" he turned himself around and looked at the child. She was very small and frail looking, around three years old, but had the look of fury on her tiny face and untamed black hair way past her shoulders. She wore a pink shirt with brown dungarees, and boots which were far too big for her feet. She pouted at him dramatically and folded her arms.

"You're in my way! Move!"

"There's a politer way to ask, small one," Alucard frowned, removing his glasses and meeting her eye to intimidate her into leaving him alone. He wasn't particularly fond of children, especially since he knew what this child was.

"Move faster!" Hope demanded, unphased, "And your voice is weird."

Alucard stood up and moved, expecting the girl to continue her journey to wherever it was she was going. Instead, she stood there gawping at him in awe.

"You're really tall!" she exclaimed."Wow!"

"Yes."

"And you seem to really like the colour red... whoa! Even your eyes are red! They're super pretty! Mine are just brown- so boring."

Alucard wasn't one to receive praise regarding his appearance very often so he was taken aback slightly. He overcame this feeling and decided to humour the girl.

"Colours have meaning behind them," he informed her, "It's a good thing that you have brown eyes. It means reliability, warmth and honesty."

"Reliberbilly," Hope tried to say, "Then what does red mean?"

"Fire, conflict, evil. Very bad things."

"Well, fire is warm and that's something we have in common I guess. You can't be that bad." She then skipped away into the living room, leaving Alucard taken aback once again. What an odd little girl.

Hope excitedly bounced onto her mother's lap and decided to tell her the knowledge she'd acquired.

"Duckling, I'm busy with our guests right now," Donna said, "Stay still and you can tell mummy about it later."

Hope obeyed, but she made faces at Gene as Integra and Donna discussed business. Gene made faces back and the girl giggled. Hope hopped off Donna's lap and insisted on being placed on Gene's. When Gene was hesitant to comply, she began climbing on the seat where he was sat and tried to do it without any help. Donna glanced over nervously at the two.

"My most sincere apologies," Gene said, "I-"

"-It's alright," Donna said, "she's got a lot of energy today. And she seems to like you."

Gene nodded and picked up Hope, placing her onto his lap. "You need to stay quiet because your mum's talking about important things," he whispered.

"Okay," Hope replied, "Are they really important?"

"Really, really important. So let's just stay still. It won't be long."

"Your clothes make you look like a penguin. I like penguins." Gene laughed and hushed the girl.

When the deals were made and the legal documents signed, Integra shook Donna's hand again and gave her a personal phone number. She simply smiled at Hope, who'd demanded to know why she only had one eye, and began making her way out of the house without answering the child. Gene followed, and Alucard went to join them but Hope ran out into the drive and tugged on his coat.

"I want to see your eyes again," she said. Alucard frowned, but scooped the girl up with one arm. "Wow." She put her hands on his face and Alucard held her away from him, displeased from the contact. Hope, again, wasn't phased by the subliminal messages Alucard tried to send her.

"Your face is warm, it was so pale I thought it would be cold!" She paused, tilting her head, "Are you a vampire?"

"I am," he answered quietly, "Don't tell anyone. It's our secret."

"That's so cool! I wish I was a vampire. Then maybe I'll have red eyes too?"

Before Alucard could respond, Hope's mother snatched her daughter from his arms, glaring at him.

"Don't you ever touch her," she said. It brought back awful memories just looking at him. Hellsing knew of Hope's... condition but they didn't know who caused it and Donna intended on keeping it that way.

"Muuummm!" Hope whined, "I didn't get to say goodbye to the red man!"

"That's alright, dear. You'll never see him again."

Alucard watched Donna hurrily take Hope into their home before he himself climbed into the car that waited for him.

"So, what do you think of her, Alucard?" Integra asked, lighting a cigar as the car started.

"She's ... unique," Alucard commented. Integra let out a lengthy exhale, feeling the nicotine cloud her head. She crossed her legs and leaned forward, looking at her servant directly and with extreme severity,

"When the time comes, and it will," she said, "You will have to turn her. She'll die otherwise, or her father might return for her which cannot happen. If she's corrupted, you have to kill both her and her father. And those are orders, by the way."

Alucard smirked, "But of course, my Master."

It was a matter of waiting for the dormant vampirin cells in Hope's body to wake up, or for her biological father to attempt something- either way, one would definitely happen at some point and Integra knew they had to be ready. That small, feisty girl was more valuable, and more important than anything out under Hellsing's supervision.

Hope's point of view, 12 years later

I had a bad day. A really bad day. Everything just seemed to go wrong and it was stressing me out to the extreme. Chrissy was ill or some shit so I had to go around school by myself, and today was the day that every single teacher decided to make us all pair up or go in group. That sort of thing was humiliating for someone with anxiety issues. You sit there like an egg whilst everyone else immediately picks there partner. Then, it gets awkward when the teacher puts you in a three with people who obviously do not want you in their group. I'm not completely unlikeable, I just happen to get on the wrong side of people quickly. I get nervous easily and I say spiteful and unintentionally insulting things as a result. It's such a curse, and the end result is that people disliked me. Mum would bullshit and say it wasn't my fault, it ran in the family, but we really didn't have much of a family so that didn't help my self esteem. We only had Grammy and Grampy, and they were the nicest people I knew.

I finally got home from the shitty, anxiety- filled day and I could already tell in five seconds that I was going to have a worse time there. Mum was home, which meant she'd been working the nightshift at work again, which meant she was tired and probably drunk. I head into the kitchen and my suspicions were confirmed: there was a near-enough empty bottle of wine on the counter and I sighed, rubbing my forehead stressfully. I tried to creep upstairs without being heard, but then there was a slurred shout:

"Hope! Get in here!"

I rolled my eyes and made my way to the living room. I see Mum sprawled out on the sofa, holding an open letter in her hand and I instantly felt my heart start fluttering nervously. The previous week a group of older boys had grouped up on me and tried to beat me up, and I have no idea how but I managed to best them. I have no upper body strength whatsoever but these guys got hurt badly and I can't figure out how. I remember feeling this energy in my gut that yelled at me to stay on my feet, and I listened. Next thing I knew, they were on the floor nursing their wounds.

Regardless of that incident, what my mother should have been concerned about was the fact that a group of boys tried to beat me up. But no, she cares that other people heard about what happened and she was embarrassed about me...

"Now then...wassthis, young lady?" She waved the letter around.

"A letter," I say.

"Don't you play dumb with me, missy. You got in a fight last week?"

"Sort of, but-"

"-With some lads older than you?!"

"yes."

"One of them's in hospital, for fuck's sake! Now how do you explain that? Did you have a knife? A-a stick? What?"

I didn't have a knife. I was cornered and there wasn't anything I could do but kick and scratch my way out and luckily for me by some miracle that worked. There was no other way to explain it. But Mum wouldn't understand or believe me so I didn't bother defending myself. I just stared at my feet, biting my lip. "Well? I'm waiting, Hope."

"Mum..." I sighed, "You won't understand what happened even if I could explain..."

"I had the police round asking me shit, the neighbours were proper nosey about it! 'Hope's in trouble again, hm?' 'Oh, what did she do this time?' 'You know, there are places you can take her to get better' - they think you're sick. Why do you let people see you like some messed up demon child? You know-" She ranted on for around five minutes, mostly just insulting me and accusing me of ruining her reputation. I stopped listening and stared at her with a blank expression on my face until she was done: "Am I clear Hope? Fix your shit!"

"okay." Of course all she cared about was what other people thought. She didn't care that I got beat up. Hell, she probably thought I deserved it.

I earned a final glare from the drunk lady. "Get out. I don't wanna see your face for the rest of the night. I'll… I'll think of a punishment later. "

I roll my eyes again and then finish my journey to my bedroom. I hated it when we were fighting.

I went to my room and sat on my bed, exhausted from my day at school. I took a few deep breaths, calming my nerves which were all over the place. Once I was calm enough I stood up and walked over to my wall-length mirror and stared at my tired face. I was feeling especially insecure about my body image- my stomach wasn't flat and even though my chub wasn't noticeable through my clothes I sure noticed it. My eyes were unfortunately a plain brown, which always upset me because my mum had these gorgeous bright sapphire blue eyes. I figured I got them from my dad but I didn't even know who he was. My mum hated talking about him and shunned me whenever I asked questions. She was a very secretive person and I disliked that, but with her being a single mother I respected the fact she had things she maybe didn't want to talk to me about.

But still- she was mousy blonde with blue eyes and I was a black-haired brown eyes. I got some features from her like my nose and my eye shape but you wouldn't think I was her daughter. I often get asked if my mother was my older sister at parents evenings or in the supermarket because she looked young. Fairly enough, too. She's 34 and had me at 19. I always felt bad about that part; pregnant at 18 and a mother at 19. No wonder she hated me.

All secrets and realities aside, she could be a royal bitch.

My phone dinged, pulling me out of my thoughts. Chrissy sent me Snapchat of her border collie puppy looking directly at the camera with the caption 'she wants you to forgive me for abandoning you today'. I laughed, replying with a text chat that said 'only for her.' My phone dinged again and it was a text from my mum asking- no, telling- me to go to the corner store two doors down to buy more wine. I groaned. The money was coming out of my own pocket and because she was mad at me she wouldn't ask me in person. I grabbed a fiver from my money box and jogged out the house. Naturally, being 15 I couldn't normally get served alcohol, however Mum's friend's husband owned the shop which gave me access to pretty much anything.

"Hiya Hope."

"Hi Ross," I said, "You can guess what I'm here for."

"Yes, I heard you got into some trouble. You're the talk of the town." He reached under the counter and pulled out a bottle of pinot grigio , "Saved one especially. Have it free. I know it's probably your own money."

I laughed, "That's true."

"You sure you don't need anything else? I got under-the-table cigarettes from Moscow if you're interested."

"Nah, that's okay. My mum's already mad enough at me. If I came home smelling like a Russian hooker after her shift she'd actually murder me." Ross laughed and I added: "That's cute, you think I'm kidding."

"She's your mother. At the end of the day, I know Donna just wants you to do well." He leaned in, "And I know you don't mean to get into trouble. It just surrounds you, right? Just keep your head-"

"-I know, keep my head down. Don't look for trouble-"

"-No, I was gonna say keep your head up. Be alert. You see trouble, you run straight through it."

I smiled, pleased with the advice I was being given, "Thanks, Ross. Have a good one, yeah?"

"And you."

I turned around to leave but I bumped into a tall man who'd somehow silently entered the store and was standing directly behind me, most likely listening in on our conversation. He was very odd looking too; sporting a long burgundy leather trenchcoat, a wide-brimmed red hat, black waistcoat and trousers, a red cravat. On his eyes he wore rounded tinted orange glasses which seemed to have an amber-red glow to them. From his hat peaked layered black locks and he had the biggest resting bitch face I'd ever seen in my life.

"Sorry," I said automatically. He took a long look at me (or at least I think he did, I couldn't see his eyes through his glasses) and finally grunted. I got slightly irritated and walked away, uttering "Okay then..." As I left, I saw him pulling out a photo and showing it to Ross, asking if he'd seen the person in the picture around. I thought this was weird but I shook it off and went back home.

I woke up sometime in the middle of the night with a craving for Tangy Cheese Doritos and some sesame ramen, so I sling my dressing gown over my shoulders and trudge down the stairs. The living room door was slightly open and I could see the shadow of Mum laying down asleep on the sofa, the TV on, blaring some advert. I slip past into the kitchen, rummaging around for noodles. Whilst I put the kettle on, I munched on my Doritos and hummed to myself quietly.

I hear the front door slam and footsteps going towards the living room, then a series of hushed but argumentative voices.

"Cassandra, she's my kid. Darius can go fuck himself."

"Ohh you don't understand, Donna, you have no choice."

"Like shit I do, I -"

"Shhh, your little daughter will hear us."

"Good! Let her!"

I hurry to the living room and I see my mother standing defensively in front of a tall, beach-blonde woman with heavy makeup wearing a black Adidas tracksuit. I don't know whether it was the low lighting or my eyes playing tricks, but I could've sworn she had deep red eyes.

"Mum…?" I say, nervously.

The woman stopped staring at my mother with harshness and glanced up at me, her eyes softening.

"Hi sweetie," she said, her voice as bittersweet as her face, "Your mum and I were just talking about you coming with me to-"

"-She isn't going anywhere, Cassandra. Not even over my dead body."

The corners of Cassandra's overlined lips curled upwards and she said darkly,"We'll see."

I don't know what happened next, or rather, I couldn't believe it. It happened so quickly and I thought I was hallucinating or dreaming because there was no way it was real. Cassandra hissed and clamped her mouth on my mother's neck, tearing a huge chunk out and spitting out the thick torn flesh. She licked the blood from her lips and grinned as my mother gurgled and gasped, falling to the floor with a heavy thud. Her body started spazzing out as blood poured out from her. Literally, she was like a human tap and it was mortifying.

"Hm," said Cassandra, tapping her foot impatiently, "not half as satisfying as I thought. Well then, Hope, you'd better come with me."

I couldn't move. I just stood there, paralyzed, staring at my dead mutilated mother. My heart was frozen but tried to beat, which hurt. It hurt so much...

Just like that, she was gone. The last thing she'd said to me was 'I don't wanna see your face'. Oh God, oh God...

I wanted to do something. Anything. Yell, scream, cry, fight back but I couldn't. I was so scared and upset I couldn't function. I heard Cassandra clear her throat and shake my shoulder.

"Oh snap out of it, it's just a little blood. Now come on."

I look at her, terrified. "I-I'm not going," I say hoarsely.

"What was that? I'm sorry, you're awfully quiet." She said this in a way that made fun of how weak I was being.

"I'm not going," I repeat myself, plucking up the courage to look her in the eyes. Those eyes...

"I think you are." She grabs me by the throat and lifts me two feet off the ground, her long nails cutting into my flesh. I struggle to breathe and she starts walking towards the front door.

"W-what do you want from me?!" I managed to yelp. At this point, I just wanted to make this situation out alive. I tried to loosen her grip on me but her skin was practically rock. Her hand wouldn't budge one inch and my efforts to claw at her didn't seem to effect her one bit.

"You'll see when we get there." She opened the door but something in her way stopped her going any further. It was another foreboding figure. I tried to cry out for help but with no prevail, and Cassandra sighed in annoyance. I tried to make out who was blocking the door, but my vision was starting to blur badly due to lack of oxygen. Whoever it was, he was tall and wearing all dark red and black:

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Cassandra," he said, his voice deep, husky and American-accented, "I smell blood. What have you been up to?"

"Alucard," frowned Cassandra, "Should have known you'd be snooping."

"My Master thought you'd be causing trouble around here. She was right. I'm going to have to ask you to put the girl down. Her heart's stressing from how you're holding her."

"Oh, I forgot about her. And her half-dead mother in that room. She should be turning into a ghoul right about now." I'm dropped heavily and I start gasping for breath, coughing whilst I do so . I feel blood and stinging where her nails were, and my head was throbbing from the lack of air. There were so many different types of pain I was experiencing and it was all too overwhelming. I looked up at the man who was bantering with the Cassandra woman, and there was something familiar about him. I realised it was the same man I saw earlier at the shop, but something about him was generally familiar.

There was a groaning noise from the living room and slow, shuffled footsteps. My mother emerges, her eyes rolled to the back of her head and dark circles under her eyes. My spirits lift and I try to stand up, but Cassandra waves her arm and without even touching me and I'm knocked back to the floor. Some invisible force kept pushing me down whenever I tried to stand up again.

"Don't lift your hopes, sweetheart. She's deader than she looks."

Red man sighs and pulls out a large black gun, shooting a wide hole in my mother as if it was nothing. I could see all the torn innards spilling out and I feel a panic attack starting, my chest squeezing and my world spinning, as once again my mother drops to the floor dead and bloody.

"No!" I scream out, rushing to my mother. My hands shook as I foolishly pressed the wound,"She was alive! Why the fuck did y-"

"-She wasn't alive," Red man says, without even sparing me a glance. The tone of his voice shut me up, and his eyes were now locked on Cassandra as if he made her his prey, "Now Cassandra. We both know what happens next."

Cassandra suddenly grabs me again, hauling me up off the ground and resting her chin on my shoulder,"We both knows what'll happen if I bite. It'll render her useless." What did that mean?

"Not if I can help it."

Bang.

The shot echoes and makes my ears ring. A bullet grazes my face and hits Cassandra square in her nose. She screeches, her nose hanging off by a few gory vessels, and chomps into my neck in retaliation. Red man growls and shoots another, this time the bullet hitting her in the middle of her forehead. I fall to the floor as she does, blood squirting out my throat as teeth yank a huge portion of my neck off. Breathing suddenly became difficult. I'd never experienced bloodloss before but it wasn't as simple as becoming weaker. It was pain. Awful, torturous pain. My limbs were heavy and my eyelids wanted to close themselves, yet all I wanted to do is get up and run. I start to cry but my chest hurt badly and I couldn't form words, only gargled, strained bodies. I felt myself losing to unconsciousness.

Someone propped me up against the staircase and touched my face to wake me up, making me open my eyes. The figure in front of my was Red Man.

"There's one way I can save you," he says, his voice a lot softer than it was before," Or I can leave you to be with your mother. Do you want to live, little one?"

"I-, I-"

"-Do not talk. Nod or shake."

I nodded weakly.

"Whatever happens next, you have to deal with the consequences. This was your choice, my dear. Remember that."

He pulls me forward and like Cassandra, he bites me. I winced quietly at this new source of pain, growing more and more confused. Unlike Cassandra, he starts suck, and it took me a moment to realise he was drinking my blood. Was he a…?

No.

They don't exist.

"They do," Red Man murmurs, pulling away from me, "And they are very real."

I tried to talk but my mouth wouldn't move. I choked up lumps of blood, my body becoming heavy and I found that I couldn't move any part of me.

Red man smiles, revealing rows of sharpened teeth, and says:

"Sleep now. You will feel the pain in a couple of minutes, so you'd might as well sleep before the worst comes." He removes his jacket and wraps me in it, "I'll explain when we get ... home."

Alucard's point of view

She was only fifteen years old . I've killed children younger than that but I had my orders given to me twelve years ago to turn her when it was time, and it was indeed time. She was now my responsibility and I would have to train her and teach her how to use her powers. I had to take her back to headquarters and explain what had happened to Sir Integra. She would surely have words with me about how young the girl is and how it's too soon for her to become an undead fighter of Hellsing...

Oh, she would have words.

It was my prediction that Hope would be more of a handful than my previous fledgling. Seras was obedient and open to learning by herself with a small push, whereas from what I'd seen Hope was stubborn and disliked authority. It would be in my best interests that she'd adapt quickly and understand how important it was for her to listen to her superiors.

I knew my Master made it a punishment of some sorts for my thirty year absence, but I'd spent a portion of my time the past years watching Hope as she grew up. It was to see if her father had tried contacting her, or if there was an outside force (like Cassandra, for instance) that would bid her harm. I saw this all as rather pointless. She was always able to defend herself and there were no other vampires where she resided, so my task was unnecessary.

Humans go cold when they're transitioning into vampirism so I wrapped her in my jacket and carried her in my arms. I stepped outside, preparing myself to return to Hellsing, when the crisp evening air blew her scent into my nose and I hesitated. There was something vividly familiar with her smell but I could not place it. I was aware of her heritage and that her father was unknown but I was somehow... acquainted with her smell. It was like a word on the tip of my tongue that I couldn't quite place. I peered closely at her face, looking properly this time, and the cloudiness preventing me from understanding cleared and I suddenly hoped I was wrong. The shape of her eyes and the thickness of her eyebrows and fullness of her dark hair were all typical Romanian features. If it were true, then this girl, as well as every being at Hellsing, could be in danger. It would be easier and less complicated to let the girl die. I remain still, contemplating my actions. With compliant training and mentoring she could become one of the strongest vampires to walk the earth. However from what I had seen, she rebellious and that would not do well in the organisation, especially after the trauma she'd just witnessed and the lack of answers we'd be able to provide for her. At the current moment, it would be better just to leave her.

For the first time in a long time, I was experiencing doubt.

But to let her die would go against Sir Integra's orders.

I look down as she groans in her sleep. This was motion was unusual, but it allowed me to make my decision. She was definitely strong. I could sense her spirit and I knew then that she was a fighter. I smirk, satisfied, transforming into my shadow and flying out of the tiny town and towards London.

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