A/N: Hello! I recently fell back into the Hellsing fandom and decided to give a go at a fanfic. This fic will initially take place prior to the Hellsing storyline but will eventually lead to the main storyline.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy! :D And the cover art was a commission done by onisnow on Tumblr.

(P.S. I don't know anything about the Hungarian language so please forgive me for errors. Lol)

For as long as she could remember, Olivia's mother had told her the same thing every night as she tucked her into bed:

"The love of a family is life's greatest blessing, lányom*." Zsofia Song would hum, brushing her eldest daughter's hair with a soothing touch. "That is why you must protect it, no matter what. So promise me you will always be here for this family, alright?"

On the verge of slumber, Olivia would give her word before cuddling her dolls close and shutting her eyes.

Of course she would protect her family from harm. Olivia loved her parents and little brothers above all.

So…where was she when they needed her?

Why did she break her promise?

The year was 1936 and another World War was on the horizon. Olivia's home country, Hungary, was in shambles after its involvement with the Central Powers during the First World War, and with the appointment of Prime Minister Gyula Gömbös de Jákfa and his fascist ideals, it was quickly becoming a hazardous environment to raise three children.

Especially the children of a Hungarian native and a Korean immigrant.

Szentendre was a riverside town near Budapest and known for being a haven to the arts. Her father, Song Jwa-jin, was a talented opera singer while her mother was a renowned ballet dancer. Their combined talents created a beautiful sight to behold, and Olivia idolized them. So she couldn't understand why her neighbors harassed her father so venomously. Jwa-jin didn't have a single mean bone in his body and took their cruelty in stride, but not Olivia.

No, she wasn't go to let anyone who hurt her father get away without apologizing, and many times Jwa-jin had to drag her away as she threw whatever she could get her hands on at the bastards.

"Ttal*," He would sigh while settling her on his lap. "I know you want to defend me, but violence, even well intentioned, always rebounds upon oneself."

Olivia felt like she was getting conflicting signals from her parents about whether she should fight or flight, but she would just nod and hug her father.

Eventually, the harassment grew worse and with the growing turmoil in Hungary, Zsofia decided to the only way to protect her family was to move to safer lands.

A co-worker of Zsofia recommended that the family of five move to the quiet, rural town of Northleach, England. It was far out in countryside and, if another war did break out, they wouldn't feel the desolation like the cities would.

As an eight year old girl, Olivia was afraid to move to a foreign country with different customs and languages. But, if this would ensure her family's safety, she was willing to go. For the entire train and boat ride, Olivia had one hand in her father's while the other held a slingshot she'd handcrafted from an oak branch. She didn't know what awaited her family in England but she was going to be ready to fight if need be.

When the Songs arrived in Northleach, Jwa-jin secured a small, stone-built cottage on the far edge of town. It only had one room, and the thatch roof was worn in certain places. But Zsofia and Jwa-jin just smiled at their children and told them there was work to be done. As the eldest, Olivia was tasked with watching her five and three year old brothers, Akos and Mark, while the adults fixed the place up.

Soon, the cottage resembled more of a home and her parents tried to keep their children's spirits up by dancing and singing to them. They were able to secure jobs at the local pub, Jwa-jin as a cook and Zsofia as a waitress, but Olivia could see they missed their days on the stage. Yet they had willingly sacrificed their happiness for the sake of their children's and as long as their babies were safe, they were content.

But Olivia wanted to make her parents happy too and one day, she decided to surprise them. Her parents loved flowers and there was a large flower field on the outskirts of town. Zsofia had explicitly told Olivia not to go anywhere without her or Jwa-jin, but Olivia wanted to surprise them and figured she would only be gone for a few minutes.

So, during the evening when her parents were cooking dinner, Olivia snuck out the side window and scurried down the dirt path, her slingshot and marbles nestled in her dress pocket. She had also neglected to put on shoes, finding it easier to run around barefoot.

The autumn breeze was cool against her skin and caused her long, black hair to fan out behind her. In the distance, she could hear a mother calling out to her children, and although Olivia couldn't understand her, she still laughed at the woman's exasperated tone.

When Olivia arrived at the fields, the sedums and asters swaying in the breeze, she quickly got to work, falling to her knees and plucking the prettiest of the patch.

"Én kis kertet kerteltem, bazsarózsát ültettem~*" She hummed, imagining how pleased her parents would be to see the bouquet on the dining table. Maybe Zsofia would weave some of the flowers into her hair, and her father would compose a song about them. Olivia giggled at the thought and skipped through the field, a sizable bouquet growing in her arms.

Then, as she scanned the area one last time, Olivia noticed a patch of red blooms on the far side of the field. She had never seen flowers with such a dark shade of red before and moved closer to investigate.

As she approached the patch, a foul odor invaded her senses, causing Olivia to stumble back and cover her mouth.

"Urgh!" She gagged, her eyes watering as the breeze strengthened the odor. "What could-?!"

Olivia's voice capture in her throat at the sight that lay before her.

In the middle of the 'red' patch was the corpse of the town's banker, his throat torn to shreds and his heart ripped from his chest.

Olivia teetered backwards, the bouquet slipping from her trembling grasp as a weak cry escaped her lips. It looked like he'd been attacked by an animal—a wolf maybe?—and Olivia frantically searched for the vile creature, praying she wouldn't be its next victim.

Suddenly, she felt a presence and whirled around to find a woman in a green dress standing behind her. She was tall—so tall that her form casted a shadow over Olivia—with a gaunt face and piercing red eyes that glowed eerily. The woman leered down at her before slowly smiling this awful grin, her teeth razor sharp and stained with blood.

Olivia's heart stopped and she scrambled to her feet, whimpering as the woma—no, the monster—continued to grin at her.

"Anya, Apa*" A feeble whimper slipped from her mouth, the creature's eyes cementing her in place. It reached out and caressed her cheeks, scraping its nails hard enough to draw blood.

The sharp pain was enough to shatter the spell over Olivia and with a scream, she shoved the monster away and fled back to town, its laughter echoing behind her.

The sun had set, leaving the moon as her only source of light, and there wasn't a soul out on the streets. Olivia didn't turn around once, petrified the monster was on her heels.

When the cottage came into sight, Olivia allowed herself to smile and hurried up the dirt path….when the foul odor invaded her senses again.

She fumbled to a stop, the cottage door caved in with blood dribbling from the threshold and onto the grass.

"Anya? Apa?" Oliva breathed, the blood warm under her feet as she stepped into the dark cottage. "Akos? Mark?"

In the moonlight, she could make out her father's body near the door, his viscera painted across the wall like someone tried to draw with them. And in the center of the room were her mother's and brothers' corpses. Zsofia had been sliced in half with her legs on the dresser and her torso on the bed. Her eyes had been plucked out and her arms were reaching towards the toppled bassinet where Akos and Mark lay.

Or what remained of them.

Both boys had been hacked to pieces, leaving nothing but a ribbon of intestines and blood.

They were dead.

They were all dead.

They had been slaughtered and left like a display of macabre centerpieces.

She should've been there to protect them.

She should've been there died with them.

Olivia fell to her knees, cradling her brother's remains to her chest as tears bubbled in her eyes. Faintly, she could hear their laughter and feel the way they used to tug at her hair or cuddle with her on cold nights. She could feel her mother's comforting touch on her cheeks, and she could hear her father singing her to sleep.

Never again…..she would never experience those sensations again….

Olivia's screams of agony resonated throughout the cottage, her cheeks burning as her tears mixed with blood.

"ANYA! APA!" Her throat burned as her screams grew louder and louder. "AKOS! MARK!"

A familiar shadow fell over her trembling form, and she peered over her shoulder to see the creature from before, its hideous smile reaching its ears.

'Did you like my surprise?' It seemed to taunt, slithering into the cottage and kicking her father's corpse aside.

And at the sight, something in Olivia snapped and she shot to her feet, eyes burning through her blurry vision.

"YOU MONSTER!" She loaded her slingshot and aimed at its head. "I'LL KILL YOU!"

Blood spurted from the creature's eye as the marble tore through it, but it just cackled and kept moving forward as Olivia continued to fire without hesitation.

"DIE! DIE! DIE!" She never gave up, even when it was obvious her assaults were fruitless. This monster had slaughtered her family, and if she was going to die, she would die fighting.

When Olivia ran out of ammo, she threw the slingshot aside and glared at the monster that was now in front of her. It howled in glee when she curled her hands into fists and got into an offensive stance.

"Disgusting demon." Olivia growled. "You'll pay for what you've done."

The creature just sneered before pouncing forward with a blood chilling cry, and as Olivia braced herself for the blow, a gunshot rang through the air and the creature's head exploded into smithereens.

Olivia didn't flinch when the blood coated her entire body. She just stood there frozen in place with wide eyes before turning to the source of the gunshot.

In the door way stood a large figure shrouded in shadow. Its' orange spectacles shone in the moonlight and she felt a chill run down her spine as the figure approached her. Olivia soon saw it was man dressed in a charcoal suit and a red overcoat with a red floppy brim hat. She had to crane her neck in order to look at him, her head only reaching to his waist. The man appeared to be inspecting her behind his glasses before smiling a bone chilling grin, much like the monster he just killed.

Olivia immediately went on the defensive and glared up at him, raising her fists.

"Are you a monster too?" She whispered, her gaze never wavering.

"I am." He replied in perfect Hungarian, taking Olivia aback.

But she quickly regained her composure and got back into position, causing the man's smile to widen.

"Don't come any closer, monster!" Olivia snapped, her fists trembling despite herself. "I won't hesitate to kill you!"

The man's bark of laughter made her hair stand on end.

Suddenly, her legs were pulled out from under her and the man was holding her upside down by the ankle, his orange bespectacled eyes leering into her frightened green ones.

"How amusing. You kill me?" The man flicked her on the nose in a mocking fashion. "You barely put a scratch on that vampire from before. What makes you think you have a chance of defeating me, little girl?"

'A vampire? Is that what it was? Is that what you are?' For some reason, the realization didn't shock her, but the man's scalding words made her blood boil and she chomped down on his finger, drawing blood.

He didn't even flinch or look surprised. No, the man laughed as if she had said something amusing.

"You have guts, little girl! That vampire slayed your entire family, yet you fight it with a mere toy and now you bite me with such fire in your eyes!" He shook her slightly, nearly making her forehead hit his. "I'd like to see what else you can do."

"….What are you talking about?" Olivia uttered, confused by what his intentions were. What was he going to do? Fight her? Kill her? Eat her?

"Your family is dead and you're a long way from home, little girl. As it stands, you don't have many options left. So what do you want to do?" His tone was to the point. "Will you stay here and wait for the police? Or will you avenge the deaths of your family and exterminate the countless of other vampires roaming the Earth?" He shook her once more, like he was trying to shake an answer out of her. "The choice is yours."

Oliva stared into the reflection on his glasses, not seeing herself but her family's smiling faces and the fear they must've have felt when the creature tore down their door and she was nowhere to be found. Their screams of agony resonated throughout her mind and without a second thought, Olivia hardened her gaze and reached out to touch his face, the man's skin cold as ice.

"Take me with you."

The man grinned once again before flipping her right side up and settling her on the crook of his arm before stalking towards the doorway. Olivia stared at her family's remains from over his shoulder and shed one final tear for them.

'This will be my penance for my unforgivable sin. I pray that when we met again, I will be able to beg for your forgiveness. So, please…until then…watch over me." And with that final thought, Olivia turned away from her past and looked to her future.

The night air was cool against her skin and she huddled against the man's chest for warmth. He didn't have any body heat yet Olivia didn't feel cold.

"My name is Olivia Emese Song." She mumbled against his shoulder, her small hands clinging to his coat like a lifeline. "What is yours?"

He didn't respond at first, and Olivia began to think he didn't hear her. But then, his reply came like a whisper on the wind and she peered up to find him looking back at her.

Fighting back a shiver, Olivia nodded before laying her head back on his shoulder.

"It is a pleasure to meet you,….Alucard."

A/N: Translations:

lányom- Hungarian for daughter

Ttal- Korean for daughter

Én kis kertet kerteltem, bazsarózsát ültettem- I've made a small garden, I've planted peonies. (It is from the Hungarian nursery rhyme "I've made a Small Garden".)

Anya- Hungarian for Mother

Apa- Hungarian for Father

So that is the first chapter~. I just wanted to write a story about Olivia's growth and how she finds her place in the Hellsing organization and how they eventually become her new family.

Anyways, I hope you guys liked it! Next chapter will be out soon~! And if any of you also read my Outlast fanfic, Hello again! lol. I hope this story will please you too!