Hello, readers! Um...this is my first fanfiction story here, and I hope all who read it enjoy it very much! If you don't...um—um...I'm very sorry, and if it doesn't change anything drastically, just tell me, and I'll think about it! Also...um...I need help with coming up with a nickname for my character, so if any reader would mind...as you read, could you help me a bit with it? Thank you if you do! Please comment 'n stuff!! --SithofSorrow

Disclaimer: Sadly...I don't own Hellsing...although I REALLY wish I did...Oh well! It's good being a fan, right?? Someday though...I WILL own an anime! MWUAHAHAHA!

CHAPTER 1:

Beautiful music played in the background of an average sized home. Blood stained every room like splattered paint. Behind the gorgeous orchestrated music, eerie, deathly silence followed. Butcher knives and other homely weapons had bored into the walls and into shadowed, gashed, torn, and cracked bodies all over the floor and against the partitions. Bawling echoed from a hallway, along with a loud snicker. Before the cry, a giant scream reverberated throughout the house. Based on that shriek and the sob, the choking gurgle of a ripped jugular vein walked upon the scream's former path, and the cry's sorrowful grave. Beyond the house, a small child no older than the age of five or seven hid underneath a bed within a small room. Built as a guest house, the room she hid within seemed seventy meters or so away from the original house, saving her from the horrible event currently concluding inside the larger house.
At least...that had become what she hoped.
The room had dark blue walls, with every other piece of furniture made out of silver or burgundy-stained wood with black cushions. There inside the guest room, her father had hidden her wisely, choosing a place where hopefully no one would choose to look. Though she trusted her father with everything her five-year-old heart believed in, the sound of the killers approaching forced her to clutch her throat to silence a coming whimper of fear. The fact that her entire family had chosen her—the youngest one—to, hopefully, live had surprised her greatly. Thousands of times, her family had treated her like a slave or had beaten her for simply doing or saying something wrong, but they had always apologized before. They had always—always—asked for forgiveness then they would hope to make her smile again. The little girl, Celia Pares, remembered that her family had, for some reason, adored her smile. Then this happened—strangers came to the house, seeming to act like bloodthirsty monsters—and in fact, it had ended up true.
Sensing the danger the visitors held within their eyes, Celia's father had a very fast discussion with the entire family—except for Celia. Soon, her father had come running towards her as she approached to complain about hearing loud screaming in her sleep. Since evening had fallen into late night, she had slept for only three hours before hearing some horrible screeching. She had awoken to ask her father why, but Celia soon discovered that the yelling had not come from a dream; it had turned into a living nightmare within her own family's home.
If her siblings had suddenly begun to suffer, Celia wanted to find out for sure, but her father had forbid it. Immune to her complaining, her father had swiftly lifted her up and ran outside through the house's back door, sprinting to their guest house as fast as he could.
"Celia," Her father began, trying to shush her as she cried in reluctance, trying to reach for the house behind them. "Listen to me, Celia. I know that you want to make sure that everyone's all right, but you can't!"
The girl's father opened the guest room's door rapidly and set her down on the bed. "Why?" The sobbing child asked, trying to escape from his large hands holding her down tightly by her upper arms. "What's wrong? What's happening to mum and my brothers and sisters?"
"I'm sorry, but you must stay here. Do you understand?! You have to hide somewhere in here from those strangers, alright?" Her father shook her vigorously by her small shoulders, and she nodded quickly, wincing at his tight, nervous grip. "That's a good girl..." He hugged her tightly, releasing her as soon as he could for fear that she would try to grab back onto him. "Remember...you must stay here, and be a quiet as you possibly can, understand?!"
Celia had nodded in fear, holding back her tears and her choking sobs, her face burning red as she struggled not to cry. Checking to see that she would not follow him, her father had looked back at her before disappearing through the door back outside. Could she ever see them again—see her family? Courage—or a small amount of it—took control of her and she quickly climbed down from the bed. Crawling under the mattress, she shivered in dread and cold, listening to the footsteps of her father outside running back to the house. Counting how many footsteps it took him to return to the house, she tried to curl up in a ball to keep her calm and warm.
Did they all escape from the strangers yet? Dread filled her mind as a blood-curdling scream echoed throughout the night. Darkness surrounded her, but she didn't worry about the dark. Deep within the darkness, she could always find comfort somehow, even if she felt scared. During the lethal silence after the screech, Celia scratched her nails against the wood floor, trying to create any type of noise to keep from going insane from the quietness of the night.
Now we arrive where the story first began.
She no longer heard any screaming from the house. Seeing some moonlight shining on the floor from a window, she hoped that she could use it as a sign if one of the strangers' shadows crossed the windowpane. Screams from before would rewind and repeat themselves in her mind, forcing her to try and hold back another loud whine lest she end up found where her father had tried so hard to keep her safe. Somehow they would survive—she thought to herself—they would all survive, and come looking for her. Stretching her fingers, she watched the moonlight silently on the floor, listening to the crickets outside chirruping to the night in what sounded like mournful songs of death. Such a word—death—seemed so sharp now, her young mind thought wisely as she nursed a wound on her arm from the loose pieces of wood under the bed. Somehow her heart had sunk into her stomach as her mind repeatedly told her that she would never see her family again like a broken record.
Celia gasped quietly as she heard some people speaking outside. Clumping footsteps thudded against the floor...
...Heading towards the guest house.
What had happened to her parents? What about her siblings? William? Warren? What about Linda, Rena, Alexander, and Patricia? Who could protect her now? Where could police forces possibly have hidden? Would they ever come? Would they have heard the horrible screaming coming from the house? Wouldn't neighbors hear the terrible sounds and call someone to complain or warn them?
These questions filled her mind and she held back a cry, clenching her small hands into fists as she heard rapping against the door. The thought of never really knowing her family before such a catastrophe frightened her. They might have treated her badly sometimes, but they had apologized for it before! Though she wished occasionally that she could live by herself without anyone to hurt her...she never meant it literally! To actually lose something so precious to her...Teal eyes shut tightly in terror at the horrible thought. Tonight, everything she had would end up lost.
Celia's body jumped in shock as the guest room's door suddenly slammed open. Cold shivers ran up and down her spine as she heard the heavy footsteps echo through the room. Crying silently, tears spilling down her face, she moved as quietly as she could to the darkest shadows under the bed, hoping no one would spot her, or hear her.
However, her hand ran into something wooden and it scraped against the ground, making the stomping footsteps all around her jump in surprise and turn, scuffling towards the bed.
Celia's heart and bile from her stomach rose up into her throat as she could smell the scent of blood, and heard the three strangers begin to laugh hysterically from the wooden, scraping sound.
What could possibly save her from such a hellish nightmare? Why had her senses suddenly filled with the scent of blood?
Did anyone in the world that existed wish to save the life of a five- year-old?

Alucard stood up slowly from his seat on a wall, crushing a small bag of blood in his hand, staring at the house from afar. "These vampires must be thirsty," He smirked. "Well, I suppose eight isn't enough to split between three bloodsuckers..." The no-life-king's smirk changed into a wide grin. "Now it's their turn to scream." He walked slowly towards the guest house, in which Celia and her predators stood within. Alucard, however, did not know what to expect that the three amateur vampires hunted for. If he did, his anticipation gave him the idea that whatever they had hunted had already passed away.
Just like the rest of the rather unfortunate family.
Police girl...I'm counting on you to kill two of the vampires...Do you understand?
Further away from the area, Seras Victoria nodded slowly in confirmation at hearing his words in her mind, preparing her Harkonnen slowly with intent red eyes. "Yes, sir, I understand."
Alucard chuckled to himself as he walked down the hill towards the house. "There is no use for the restriction systems tonight...These three appear to be more, simple, maggot vampires..." The setting sun finally disappeared from view and he moved out of the shadows, his sunglasses just barely showing his fiery red eyes. "What a disappointment..." He grinned.
Seras sighed lightly, taking her time as she set up a large bullet within her weapon. "Kill two of them..." She bowed her head lightly. "That poor family...if only we had come sooner,"
"There is one child left from that family...but those three vampires within the compound most likely have killed her already, I'm afraid." Her new commander muttered.
The police girl stared at the ground. "I don't know whether I should be happy or sad for her...If she dies as well, she'll see her family again. However..." Victoria looked up towards the house and the guest compound. "If she's still alive, it also means she can still have a chance to live,"
"Hmm," Victoria's commander said, nodding in agreement. "I'd rather she lived, though. Such a young thing deserves much better than this."
"Yes...I suppose," The police girl mumbled, aiming the gun towards the guest house.
"If only I didn't feel so guilty either way..." She whispered, staring through one of the guest house's windows.

Celia held back a breath as she listened to the three laughing. Her eyes watered and her head swam in overwhelming surprise of the amount of blood she could smell. She could see by their footsteps that they had walked around in—possibly—large pools of blood.
Did they get that blood from her family? Had she become the only member of the Pares family?
Her vision blurred as she thought of it, and shook the horrid image out of her mind. How could she think of such a thing at such a young age? Her brothers should never have chosen to read her horror stories at night...Horror seemed the only thing to fill her mind now. As her mum used to tell her brothers; they had become corrupted by macabre tales.
In fact, she had become "corrupted" by such things as well, thanks to her siblings.
She looked up in surprise as one of the strangers' heads poked down to look under the bed, a few inches away from staring at her hidden form. "I smell it..." Slowly, she heard those words the first man whom had spoken licked his fangs and lips. "So delicious."
"Seems like a five-year-old," A second muttered, smacking his lips together. "That's one of the sweetest, in my opinion..."
"Let's hope she tastes just as good, or, at least, better than her smell," Another laughed. A raucous laughter began and her spine sent shivers down her back. At the sound of their disgusting laughter, Celia couldn't help but whimper loudly, which attracted the attention of the creature that had peeked under the bed. "Hey, I think we've found the little bugger!"
Celia's aqua eyes widened in shock, but her closed up throat refused to allow her to scream. She began to hyperventilate and tried to crawl away from the hand that shot out and grabbed her ankle, swiftly pulling the five- year-old from under, making her head collide with the wooden frame of the bed with a loud thud and a loud yelp from the girl.
"Careful there, mate, wouldn't want its blood to spill so soon," The second man had chuckled. The other two simply stared at her, their eyes full of blood lust. One's clothes looked like a dark, red, stained with the blood from her family. Celia, hanging upside down from the first man's grip, held back tears and she shut her eyes tightly, wriggling around in the creature's fierce, powerful grasp. "Nn...Let—Let go!" She cried, kicking the vampire with her free foot before he grabbed it in his other hand.
"Stop struggling, you little brat!" The third commanded, slapping her face. Three sharp objects sliced into her eye and the skin around it, apparently broken glass or other sharp fragile items from the house. The child yelped in pain and simply wiggled even more to escape. Torture rang in her mind as she could feel something still stuck within her eyes and she cried, almost hysterically.
"Blast it, don't kill her, her blood won't be fresh otherwise!" The second man yelled. The loud splat of blood after her yelped had signified that they had wounded her eye horribly, yet...she barely felt it in her fear...in her adrenaline...
...In her instincts to survive this hellhole.
Celia flinched, her vision staining into blood red from her body fluids, as well as tears, one streak of white clearing the center of her vision. "L...l-let...g-go..." She whimpered again, closing her eyes tightly in pain. Her throat still refused to clear up completely, only allowing her small phrases and guttural whines and groans. Her arms felt so heavy while she hung upside-down.
"What for, kid?! I still need to eat another one, and then we'll all be tied!" The man holding her guffawed, and the others joined in his laughter.
However, the echoing laughter soon cut off as the sound of a gunshot rapidly filled their ears. The three vampires looked around in shock, before the first man suddenly dropped Celia to the floor and collapsed onto the bed, a bullet hole through his heart, the wall behind him broken with a large hole.
The girl cried out in pain from colliding with the floor, and curled up into a ball, one hand closed around her right eye, the other holding the back of her head in pain. Blood dripped from her right eye immediately, her vision completely lost as the bleeding refused to stop. She couldn't see anything except large dark or light red blurs through the blood, her left eye shut tightly to keep it clean from blood.
"What the hell was tha--?!" The remaining two yelled, looking around, staring down at their dusted companion in surprise. "Who did that?!"
The guest house door suddenly slammed open and a man dressed in a long red coat and hat stood in the doorway. "Well...I suppose it's a good thing that you're doing this for thirst...but I believe that you've had far too much to drink. In fact, you've had so much that...you're drunk from the taste."
"What do you want?" One of the vampires demanded as the other searched for the small child with his eyes carefully.
"Nothing of value," The newcomer grinned madly. "just your lives." He instantly held up a gun to the second vampire, and the third had suddenly slammed into the wall behind him from two bullet wounds to his head, holes appearing on the same wall as before.
"W-what..." The second vampire shivered in near fright. "What a-are you doing?!" He stared at the stranger holding a gun to his head; the man's eyes had a blood red hue to it, looking like Hell's fires. "A-aren't you a vampire as well?!"
"I'm killing you; maggot vampires such as yourself don't deserve to live in this world. You do not know how to live like, nor become, a nosferatu." The man smirked. "Send my regards to the Devil...and his wondrous home of Hell," He pulled the trigger and the weak vampire collapsed to the floor with a loud scream. The three then faded into dust and Alucard slowly grinned again, turning towards the door to leave before he suddenly stopped and looked down at the wood ground, where the small child lay limp, unconscious from a loss of blood. The smile slapped across his face slowly disappeared as he heard her sobbing. What an irritating noise... The vampire thought to himself, watching her small body shake in fear, convulsing occasionally in pain.
Alucard's hungry vampire eyes watched the dark red pool of blood increase in size around her head and shoulders from her eye.
He stared for a moment, then smiled lightly and walked over to her, kneeling down and picking her up. He rested her on the bed and grabbed a blanket nearby to wrap around her. Then, the no-life-king paused as the child opened her left eye slowly, her right eye horribly mangled and scarred, a couple of pieces of glass or sharp metal caught within the sensitive membrane. The pain must seem unbearable to a human... Alucard grinned under his breath.
She stared at him, the unwounded, teal eye staring at him in fear. "A- are you o-one of them?" Celia looked down at the dust piles in surprise. What had happened to them? Tears filled her eyes again, feeling the pain in her eye, and the back of her head from the crash against the bed frame.
Alucard smirked. "No, I'm not like them...I came here to stop those three maggots." He paused as he turned his head outside towards the large, eerie house. "I suppose we came too late to save anyone else."
"Y-you mean..." Her left eye overflowed with tears and she sniffed. He watched her silently as she struggled to sit up. "S-so...They're g-gone now? I-I'm al—alone?"
The vampire king slowly grinned. "Not necessarily...Your family may have died, but now I'm here,"
She looked up at him in confusion, now sitting up, with one hand over her blinded eye. "Huh...?"
"Do you want to come with me?" He offered, kneeling down in front of her on the floor. "I can protect you," His smile widened as he watched her shoulders relax at the words. Why are humans so easy to comfort... He asked himself.
Celia stared at the stranger in curiosity. "Yo-You aren't going t-to hurt me...right?"
"If you come with me, you'll feel some pain, but then I'll take care of you for as long as you wish." His smile...although she saw insanity within proving his vampire traits, she saw—oddly enough—humanitarian gentleness as well. "However,"
The girl looked up at him.
"It's your choice, girl." Although his smile faded slightly and his eyes grew serious, she still saw a hint of his grin. "I don't want to force you, but I don't want you to be by yourself, either." He rested his large hand on her head, ruffling her dark, purplish-red hair slightly with his gloved fingers. "Make your own choice,"
Celia glanced around the room, seeing her own blood that created a long, thin line of dark red on one side of the walls. The horrible stench of her own blood, as well as her family's, made her sick to her stomach at the smell. She could hear an eerie wind around her and the strange vampire, who she believed wished to help her. If her family had died, she would rather be safe in one man's hands than by herself.
She looked up at Alucard with determined eyes. "I...I wanna go with you...um..." The child stopped, not knowing the vampire's name.
"My name...is Alucard."
"A-aren't you...a v-vampire?" The girl paused, replaying the question quickly in her mind. "I-I mean—not that it matters I me-mean...if you want to h-help me..." He smirked, yet again. So easily tricked...easily persuaded...Humans really are such horribly weak creatures. They resort to trusting anyone willing to help them when they're afraid or in pain...
"Yes, but I serve a human master, whom you will soon meet, if you come with me. You will become...a servant unto me, but I will not ask anything of you...except to stay nearby..." The nosferatu paused as he saw a smile spread across her face. Honestly, he thought, one of the most adorable smiles even his dark mind could imagine.
"...Hm." He grinned and stared at the small girl for a moment. "Also...I would like it if you smiled like that as often as you can."
She blinked, her smile changing into that of a confused look. "Really...? That's all I have to do?"
He nodded slowly. They always put so much faith into one that gives them a promise...
Celia's smile slowly returned and she nodded. "I-I want to go w-with you...Mr. Alucard..."
The vampire smirked and stood back up. He rested his hands on either side of the small child and leaned his face close to hers. Celia shrank back instinctively, but then struggled to sit back up straight again as she recomposed herself. Even my own master trusts me as her bodyguard...her loyal dog...
"Are you afraid?" The ultimate vampire chuckled.
Her right eye's wound had blood spilling all over her shirt. She would most likely be blind in that eye, even if he transformed her into a vampire. She nodded lightly, but gave him a small smile. "I'm scared...but...you're helping me...right?" Celia closed her eyes and managed to relax her tense muscles in her shoulders. "I don't mind if it will hurt...but," She looked up at him with her teal left eye, filled with a surprising amount of hope. "I don't want you to go away...if I go with you,"
"Hmm," Alucard smirked. "Fair enough," He took off his hat and rested it on her head, the size of it making her right, wounded eye disappear behind the blood red fabric. She blinked in curiosity, but seemed to like the huge hat either way, so she smiled again, making Alucard grin again. "All you need to do...Is close your eyes,"
Celia nodded in confirmation. "Okay," He lifted up a bit of his hat to uncover the shadows over her eyes to make sure they had closed, and he gently held onto her small shoulders.
She felt his fangs sink through her skin with a rapid pinching sensation, and, in her surprise, smoothly into her veins. After that, she only remembered true darkness caressing her exhaustion into a deep sleep. Maybe...maybe comfort in the darkness...wouldn't seem as bad as she had heard from her parents. If it would seem willing to protect such a small creature like her, wouldn't it feel that it can protect anyone?
Alucard smirked, reading her quiet thoughts as he finished wrapping the blanket around her small body. "Sleep peacefully," He whispered, picking her up in one arm. "Perhaps the darkness you speak of is much more than meets anyone's eye."
As he exited the extravagant guest room, he chuckled. "Especially your own eye."
However, as he left the area, a dark shadow formed within the room, seeming to stare around at the piles of dust, proving the failure of the three vampires. After looking at these piles blankly, the shadow suddenly convulsed and shivered rapidly as though flickering like an old computer screen before disappearing from all view, the dust disappearing along with it as the room grew truly dark.

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