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Role Reversal

Prologue: Master of Monsters

"Find her damn it! How hard is it to kill a twelve year old?" roared a furious middle-aged man. His hair was peppered and gelled in the oily fashion; his moustache twitched in irritation. A group of agents carrying M1911s surround Richard Hellsing, the vengeful brother of the previous leader of the Hellsing Organization and the Protestant Knights, Arthur Hellsing. As the group made their way down one of the many halls in the Manor, Richard strutted like a rooster whose feathers were ruffled.

"I am not about to hand over Hellsing to a child—a child! How dare my brother give it to her? I've waited twenty year for him to die, and when I was so close to getting it he snatched it away and gave it to that bitch!" he snarled, cocking his own gun. "Come out, come out where ever you are. Miss Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing, my little niece, I will find you—Hellsing is mine!"

Little did he or the other operative expect the very girl they hunted for was above their heads in the air duct. Integra looked down from the vent. "So it has come to this; what of your morals, uncle?" the girl huffed as her large wire framed glasses slid down her upturned nose. "Right, then." She shoved the spectacles back in place and crawled onward, intent on following the last piece of advice her father relayed before his death, "Integra, if your life is threatened, and your enemies surround you on all sides, go to the deepest part of the dungeons. In the last cell, you will find your salvation. It will protect you no matter what."

It was a painful process to go through the air ducts. The tight space made her nervous and dust coated her lungs. Grief weighed her down as well, but for the honor of her father she pushed on, ignoring all the discomforts. Hope burning in her heart.

The air duct stopped. Peeking down the final vent, the heir to the Hellsing deemed it safe and lowered herself into the dank hallway. Emergency lights illuminated her gloomy surroundings. The old foundations stuck out of the walls like broken bones. Mildew climbed on every inch of the stones. The smell was putrid. Each breath was thick and rancid. A heavy, bolted door was the only ornament, rudimentary, illegible writing scribbled on the wood. It terrified her—these gruesome markings. She was repulsed and compelled. Something was behind the door, something important.

The door looked heavy, rusted, nothing a ten year old could open, yet it opened smoothly when she touched the jagged carvings. Dim light filtered in. Dust danced over the floor and something sinister lingered past the disturbed particles. She opened the door wider.

"A corpse?" she breathed, "Wh-what good is this?" Integra stared at the emaciated figure. It looked eerie, leaning up against the wall, as if it was getting ready to stand back up. Sniffing, she shuffled into the cell, not bothering to shut the door. "At least you won't be alone anymore," she addressed the corpse, "I'll be joining you soon enough." Hope extinguished, she collapsed next to the body and waited for her demise.

"Come on! It's open!" called a voice. Feet stamped down the hall. Integra's heart slammed in her chest. Perhaps she lied; death did not seem like an option she was willing to take. She shook, but struggled to stand as her knees knocked together. If she was going to die, it would be on her feet.

"There you are my little niece!" exclaimed Richard as he waltzed in. "Where have you been?" A sick grin wrinkled his aging face.

"Uncle!" Integra hissed, "Why are you doing this? Is your soul so full of hate you cannot realize what is for the best?" She paused and gathered the last morsels of her courage. "You are not fit to lead Hellsing!"

Richard's fist connected with Integra's face. "Shut up!" he spat at her quivering form. "Like I'd give Hellsing to a runt like you!"

"Sir," called an agent. "Look at this!" The men brought the desiccated corpse to his attention.

"What?" laughed Richard, "My brother lost his mind! I should have had control of Hellsing long ago!"

Integra bristled at the brazen insult, but was disheartened. Her father promised her a savior. She expected something more than this ancient body. It did her no good…right?

"Ah, enough," he said as his chuckling floated down the hall. Richard cocked his gun and fired. The bullet grazed the girl's arm. She shrieked. The excruciating pain consumed her arm. Her blood spattered behind her and desecrated the corpse. "After all that trouble, you didn't think I'd let you off so easily?" he scoffed, "Oh no, I am going to thoroughly enjo—By God!"

Slurping echoed in the room. Horror engulfed the agents. These grown men, who have been tested over and over again, now cower because of something behind her. She dared to see what caused them to quake like rabbits before a hungry fox. The corpse was no longer a common corpse. It lapped at Integra's blood like a thirsty dog. Steam rose up from the body and life flowed under the skin.

Lord have mercy, she begged.

"S-shoot!" shouted Richard. Blasts erupted from every firearm. The sound made the child temporarily deaf, but not blind. She watched as the figure rose up from the floor and absorbed the shots. The body shred its former appearance. A grotesque dead thing it no longer was, but a beautiful woman. She did not look intimidating; in fact, she looked innocent! Short, blonde, and curvy, but her red eyes instilled fear. The woman glanced at Integra. Calm settled over the heir.

"It's all right," something whispered in the recesses of her mind.

Wind whooshed over Integra as she gripped her bleeding arm. Watching this stranger snap the necks of the agents was like watching a monstrous dance. She whirled and twisted and turned in fantastic ways to leave every partner dead in her wake until one remained: Richard.

His gun shook as he raised it toward the woman. "What are you?" he choked out before she snatched his wrist and wrenched it around. Popping, cracking, and a sick squelch followed. Hand and gun slapped down on the dungeon floor. Blood spurted from Richard's stump. The woman let him slump to the floor and wriggle in pain like a worm that had been cut in half for bait. By then, though, she gave her full attention to Integra. The girl was memorized by this person—no—creature.

She moves too fast, too gracefully, too inhumanly! she thought.

"Integra, descendant of Abraham Von Hellsing, his blood flows strong in your veins." The voice sounded sad, regretful. The stranger knelt before the heir and bowed her pretty face down. "I am at your service. Command me as you will."

Integra's mind scratched for an answer, an explanation. As always she was quick to the draw and came up with a ridiculous, but, considering the situation, a plausible one: "Vampire."

"Yes," hissed the woman, ashamed of such title.

Sharp bangs exploded. Integra flinched. No more harm came to her, though. The vampire's arm deflected the bullets.

"Damn it!" grunted Richard. His last attempt to murder his niece failed.

A gun's safety clicked. This time, Integra held a weapon. Her courage revived. "What do I call you, monster?" she asked, aiming over the woman's arm.

"Seras Victoria, Master."

"Very well." Integra pulled the trigger.

Author: Thank you for reading my new chapter fanfiction. I understand this beginning might be boring, considering it went right along with what happened in the manga/OVA, but realize I needed to set the stage. I will follow the general sequence of events from the manga/OVA, but that does not mean everything will happen in the exact same way. Also, my goal is to keep our beloved Hellsing character true to themselves as much as possible. None of that ooc shit here! I hope you stick with it and enjoy. PLEASE, comment as well! I like to hear what you think. (However, you flame; I report.) A big thanks to Pojo-san, too, for her betareading and selfless help. She's so freaking amazing!