HAN: Hey! Its lehran! First off, thanks for reading. Second, I'm typing on a phonne so if I misspell anything, or you can't read let me know in a pm. I also need an editor... cuz I'm on da phone. A beta too?

Prologue

The Forgotten Queen

"No one can see me and I've lost feeling and I know I won't die alone." - 115, K. Sherwood and Elena Seigman.

She was burning. His queen was burning within the crucible laying before his eyes as they pored molten blessed silver into the coffin of blasted stone. His queen, not a mere human like Englanda's, the Queen of all vampires. The purest rage he felt, pinned down by stakes and the most blessed holy chains against the stone slab he was bound too. He had finally gotten his queen. He had been happy, for lack of a better term suiting him. But his rage as he saw then place a seal uppon her chest below her large bust, drew new fury as she could no longer scream from the majority of her body turned to ash within the liquid silver or possibly just a statue was there now. His rage drove him, snapping the chains and drawing upon his demons and souls within him. His love, being turned into a statue of silver before him brout unspeakable rage as his hand peirced the hearts of all but one human who was skilled enough to battle him.

"Van Hellsing! You dared to cage my queen in holy silver, then have the nerve to bind me! I will drink ever drop of your families blood for Generations to cpme!" The man, who was bound by the chains said, drawing his large claymore like blade. He charged at the Vampire Hunter, a downcasting slaah to clash with the hunter's own blessed blade. How could this of happen? His thoughts were checking every path he could have taken, but all led to this result. His beloved Queen, who refused to drink from humans was cast down by those she protected of her own will. He knew humans were the worst of all races, destroying those who protect them over such a simple small detail. His minded jumbled everything around as he clashed once more with Van Hellsing, driving their blades through eachothers hearts before they ccollapsed.

"Have I finally been bested?" came the Vampire King's question to no on in particular, yet an answer came from thin air, as if it was all a dream. This voice was familiar as he lifted his head to prop it on his right hand, seeing a white glove and red sleeve. The voice distort but becoming more clear ever so slowly. His head lifted up, a blonde girl laying on the ground next to the courpse of his beloved who the young females father had promised the Vampire King for his service to the Hellsing family. Of course he agreed in his state, but that smell. Blood... it was blood. His head tilted and sighted the pool off blood dripping from the girl before he moved quickly to the crimson liquid, his tougue dragging through the blood and lapping up just enough. His new master was a damned little scared blode girl. If this wasn't a curse than god must be laughing at him right now.

"The courpse-! Its moving- gaaah!" the male who shot the girl cried out upon death, his two body gaurds quicckly losing their heads for attacking his master, but not before widening their eyes

Not at him, at the noise behind him. His body turned slowly, his master in his queen's arms. Her teeth in his master's left breast, the girls top clothing completely gone as instict took over his queen's mind. Then he smelt the fresh crimson entering her mouth and dripping down her completely nude form. The sound of swallowing stopped after a minute as his queen held the girl close after drinking blood from her breasts, her hold seemingly as a mother protecting her child. He noticed the wounds were all gone as she drank her mistress' blood, more than likely unawares as to whom she was drinking from. But his queen spoke to the girl softly who lay faint in her arms. Her voice like the smooth crimson wetting her chest and legs.

"Do not fear, my little mistress. I shall protect you forever like a daughter. Now rest, my little princess." The young blonde's head rested against the motherly vampire's breasts as she fell asleep, the fatigue of running, a gunshot to the shoulder and a large portion of her blood being drunk from her breasts. The queen held the young girl in her arms, cradling her as she stood and walked past her kingg to find a ccomfortable bed for her mistress and herself. The stone floors were cold against her feet which mothered her immeansly due to her nude form being cold enough as it was. None the less, she smiled at her mistress as she took each step out of the dungeon, eventually reaching a alrge foyer before her pink eyes turned blood red as she used her third eye to search for her mistress' new room. Finding a room, large and witha large room, her feet echoed on the tile fllor before reaching the grand staircase, the red, gold silk embedded carpet was very soft and warm on her toes as she passed a painting of her king, glancing over her should to smile at the king she loved whom followed behind her as she walked through the vast hallways, eventually coming to a door that her king opened for her and the girl in her arms.

"ladies first, my dear queen and master." was the vampire kings only words as the door opened to reveal a beautiful room furnished with a large bed fit for two. His queen and mistress went through the door, the former walking while the latter was asleep and being cradled like a baby using his queens breasts as a pillow. The scene was humorous and the king would never let his master live it down. Ever. But the door seemingly knocked him out off his humor filled plans as it slammed closed, a voice in his haid saying it was undressing the blonde and putting her to bed for the beautiful night. but that's not all. The voice of his queen said she would be sleeping with their mistress until she was no longer weak and that was final. Knowing there was an underling phrase of 'come in and I'll cut your fucking head off cutey pie.' in those words, he decided to walk the large home until dawn or whenever they awoke.

Oh but he didn't even know what his queen was planning. The long silver-pink haired vampire queen was holding the nude girl close to her nude body as they slept facing one another. One could only imagine the blonde's reaction in the morning to a nude woman in bed with her also nude form. But the kingwasn't thinking about that. 'What is this leather I seem to be wearing? I'd prefer something with mor red.' With that, the vampire king left the mansion with a basic knowledge of how to get to town.