Now, this story is not mine. I have not touched it other than to post the chapters. I have this one friend who is unbelievably shy that wants to have her like month-long effort of writing a story out on the net, but is terrified of actually posting it and asked me for help. I mean, she's nice n' all, but sometimes she seriously bugs me on how shy she is…

Integra's POV:

"So her name is Flora?" I asked, putting down the social file. Our family lawyer sat across from me, fiddling with his glasses. "Yes. She is 14 years of age this August, and her family lives in California. Neither they nor her know about their distant relation to you." He said nervously, eyes darting around the room. I sighed. "I suppose we'll have to bring her here to help her learn the ropes. I'll send an agent over immediately." He bowed, taking the files, and left. I stuck a cigar in my mouth, thinking. A picture was left on the table, of a young teen with dusty brown hair and stormy blue eyes, looking like her smile was forced as she gazed at the camera. I could see no resemblance, but then again, it was a very distant relationship. I wonder how she'll take this…

Flora's POV:

I yawned, stretching and putting my last book on the pile. I hate it when they end like that…I wonder when I can convince mom to go to the library with me? My summer vacation was starting out well, and I was currently reading some new book series on my family's porch, licking a lemonade Popsicle. I smirked, remembering how my friends laughed at how many books I could finish in one day. Well, at least I haven't reached the max amount my card offers. I squinted, trying to remember how many I checked out this time. All of Last Apprentice, most of P.W. Catanese, some Five Hundred Kingdoms, a couple miscellaneous…eighteen. I sighed, shaking my head. A haul like that would only keep me occupied for a few days normally, but I had absolutely nothing to do, which resulted in me finishing them off in a day. Now was I not only out of reading material, I was bored as heck.

I opened the screen door, looking for my dad. "Can I bike down to the library and back with a few books?" I asked him, crossing my fingers for luck. "Take my phone and come straight back." he said, folding down his newspaper and pulling it out of his pocket. I sighed in relief and shoved it in my pocket, pushing the books I was totally done with into my backpack and walking out to the garage. I slid onto my bike, turning my MP3 on and putting my earphones in. I pedaled out, again lamenting the lack of Vocaloid on my MP3's music server. Sure, I listened to my other songs, but I really liked the Vocaloid songs too, and not one of them was available on Rhapsody, much less one I knew. I smiled, feeling the warm summer air blow past my face as I whizzed down a hill. I biked a lot during summer, because even though about half the area to the right of my neighborhood was cornfields, there was still a lot of pavement and places to go on it.

Plus it kept me in shape for hiking to the pit and back. The pit was a gravel pit that the people constructing on the edge of the farm field right next to my house, and a lot of the kids in and around the houses nearby played in it. There were sandstone and clay cliffs, and some quartz and other shiny bits of rock in some old streambeds on the bottom, and when it rained you could find some natural clay. In summer, if you knew how to look right, there were some wild berries, tiny raspberries that looked like blackberries but weren't. I knew how to look right, and showed the bushes to my sister and her friends. My friends didn't live anywhere nearby, so they missed out. I didn't have many friends anyway. I got to the library to find a pleasant surprise. Apparently the new 39 clues book I had reserved was in, and I quickly snatched it up.

There was nothing else of interest, and none of my favorite series had enough books in to make it worthwhile to read them. I sighed and checked out, trying to cheer myself up by saying my backpack would be much lighter on my trip home, but it didn't help. I turned my music to a more upbeat song, but was still in a gloomy mood as I skidded into our driveway. I blinked, seeing a young woman with a yellow uniform and an important looking file standing uncertainly in front of me. "Hello." I said politely, getting off my bike and walking around her. She jumped guiltily. "Oh, erm, hello!" she said in a British-sounding accent. "Are you looking for someone?" I asked her, leaning against the garage door. She didn't answer, instead pointing to my house. "Do you live here?" She asked, and I nodded, wondering where this was all going. Is she recruiting or something?

"Oh, is your name Flora?" she asked sheepishly, and I nodded again, sneaking a peek down at my sharpened nails. I shouldn't scratch her, that would be rude. I'm just being paranoid again. "I'm Seras Victoria, and I would like to have a talk with your parents." She said briskly, holding out her hand. I took it, hiding my nails so I could still surprise her if I needed to. "Dad's the only one home right now, so just ring the doorbell and tell him what you just said." I told her, picking my bike up and turning away. I heard her walk away and the doorbell ring as I punched in the code, dragging my bike inside and closing the door. I found her talking with Dad, and sat down at the couch to listen in. "Flora, go to your room." Dad said, and my mouth dropped open from the unfairness of that order.

But it is generally a very unwise idea to pick a fight with an adult, especially one bigger than you, so I slouched up to my room, scowling. I muttered darkly to myself as I flopped down on my bed, my pupils dilating in the dusky light of my room. The shades were always down and the curtains I made were always drawn, so the only light came from my lamp, not the overhead, which I never turned on if I could help it. There was a faint smell of incense or perfume, which probably came from both my huge collection of glass, stone, and clay knickknacks, all purchased at garage sales or second-hand stores, or the vial of Dragon's Blood oil I had, which I occasionally dabbed on my fan to keep the dusty smell away. My walls were all painted a dark lilac, so my room looked basically like a fortune tellers, shadowy and mysterious. I liked it immensely. I sighed, playing with my IPod and staring at my ceiling.

The door opened, and Mrs. Victoria stepped in. "Oh my." She said softly, looking around. "Permission to enter." I said lazily, grinning at her. "Is it always like this, or are you just pouting?" she asked, walking in and sitting down on my bed as I vacated it. "Forever and always." I said, beaming and playing with one of my shiny rocks. She sighed. "I like it. Do your parents complain?" I flopped on the floor, frowning at the ceiling. "Only when I yell at them for opening the curtains. I don't like that." I said, scowling. "Are you still human?" she asked tremulously, and I sat up. "Uh, yeah…" I said suspicously, frowning at her. She quickly smiled. "Just joking!" she said, looking like a child caught with a hand in the cookie jar. I smiled at her and lay back down.

"So what's all this about then?" I asked her, wanting to get it over with. "Oh, right. My boss, Sir Integra wants to have a talk with you. She lives in England." I sat up again, staring at her wordlessly. I knew we had some distant relatives in England somewhere, but Sir? Why did she want to "have a talk" with me, when she could just call me up over the phone? My "something fishy's going on" detector was skyrocketing. "What if I don't want to have a chat with her?" I asked, swallowing. "Your father has already agreed. We'll be paying, of course, we leave tonight." I jumped to my feet. "SAY WHAT!?"

"So how's Integra like? Is she nice?" I asked, shoving my backpack under the seat in front of me. Once I had gotten over the fact I was staying at Integra's all summer, I was back in a good mood. My grandpa had taken me all over the US, but I had never been out of the country, and I was pumped. I liked to travel. Seras, as she insisted on me calling her, was sitting next to me. She shrugged, "She's a bit strict, but she's a good boss. I don't know how she treats family." I nodded. "Fair enough. What does she do for a living?" She coughed. "Uh, I can't tell you that yet." She said apologetically, and I raised my eyebrows. The fishy detector was going off again. "What should I call her? Sir Integra seems a bit too formal, and Integra is too informal." I said, leaning back and biting my lip. "Well, her full name is Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing, so she does come across that problem on occasion. Just say what feels right." Seras said, ruffling my hair.

I smiled at her, but moved my head away. I don't like being touched at the best of times. I plugged my music in, and then took it back out, shoving it in my backpack and leaning back in my seat, intending to get a good rest, because of the several hour time difference. Another thing my grandpa had told me. I dozed, trying to think of why Hellsing sounded like it should mean something, something that Seras had said. Then just as we hit the halfway mark, I remembered. She had said something along the lines of "are you human" in a much more serious manner than someone joking around. There was one creature I could think of related to Hellsing that she might have meant. Vampire.

I swallowed, hard. I was more accepting of the supernatural, mostly because we had what we thought of as ghosts in our house, but going to a vampire related household was rather frightening. I glanced at Seras. What if she was a vampire? I bit my lip, thinking, and then blinked. I nipped the skin of my fingertip, drawing a tiny bead of blood. I waved the finger over her slightly open mouth, watching her teeth. Her canines were slightly more pointed than normal, but not all the much. Her nose twitched and she growled, her teeth suddenly growing. I snatched my finger back, gulping. Baiting a vampire wasn't a good idea, I thought in retrospect. I licked the tip of my finger, tasting a tiny copper tang as I licked up my blood. She twitched again, relaxing. I pondered my options, now wide awake.

I was sitting next to a creature, that no matter what vampire superstitions were true, was easily capable of ripping my limb from limb. I sucked in a deep breath, thinking. Well, ignoring the fact she was vampire, Seras seemed a pretty nice person. Being a vampire didn't necessarily classify you as a bad person, just not one to anger. I drifted off again, comforted by that small, possible lie, but still convincing explanation. I was woken again by Seras shaking my shoulder. "We're here!" She said cheerfully, pointing outside where I saw an airport with damp, dark concrete. London was not a very inviting city, wet and cold looking, dark and damp. I never like cities anyway, but this was a bad one.

I shrugged my backpack on, following Seras outside and into the airport, where we got my bags and walked over to the cars and pickups. I saw a butler-looking person with a monocle and everything, standing with the name "Hellsing" printed on his card. Seras walked straight towards him, and I followed, butterflies twittering in my stomach. "Walter, this is Flora. Flora, this is Sir Integra's butler, Walter." Seras said, introducing us. "A pleasure." Walter said, bowing. "Same." I said, bobbing my head. He showed us out, and I gulped when I saw the pristine black limo waiting for us. I looked around for a trunk, but Walter just shoved my suitcase into the car, and when I got in, I saw why. It was huge. I buckled myself in, wondering exactly what deity was laughing their pants off at me, and when I could take revenge.

"Flora, as Sir Hellsing's heir you are to learn all about what she does and how she does it." Walter said as he drove off, talking at a very fast pace. "Are you a believer of the supernatural?" I smirked. "Yup. We have at least one ghost at my family's house in California." I said, leaning back. "Well, then, vampire's exist. Seras?" Seras hesitantly opened her mouth, showing me her tiny fangs. "Nice, but I saw those already." I told them apologetically. "I was thinking about the Hellsing name, and wanted to check if she was a vampire, so I bit my finger and kinda baited her with it." I said, squirming in shame. "Well, you've already shown initiative, that was cleverly done." Walter said, turning onto a country road. I brightened. Maybe I wasn't going to be stuck in the city after all.

"You don't hate me, right?" Seras asked, looking sad. I rolled my eyes. "If you're a vampire, you're a vampire. You seem like a pretty nice person, why would I hate you?" I asked, taking out a nail file and sharpening my nails some more. She beamed at me. "Thanks!" We drove up to a very old-fashioned and imposing manor and my mouth dropped open slightly. I'm spending my summer in a place like THIS? I closed it, shaking my head. I needed to focus; a big old house was nothing. Walter opened the doors and bustled me in, not giving me a chance to retrieve my backpack or my suitcase. I glimpsed a man with an eyepatch staring at me curiously, before I was standing in an office with bookcases lining the walls and a woman in a suit facing me.

She was sitting in her desk, a stream of smoke trailing from her cigar, and I mentally curbed my impulse to check out all the books and peek inside their worn out covers, and see what they contained. For one thing she'd probably shoot me for not paying attention. "Hi Sir Integra." I said, clearing my throat. "Walter has told you about what we do here?" she asked, taking her cigar out. "He told me something about hunting vampires. Is Seras one of your…um, hit men?" She nodded, looking impressed. "Yes. Step forward." I quickly moved next to her desk, looking down slightly. "Do you have what it takes to be one of the Hellsings?" She asked me, like she was swearing me in for some holy vow. I shrugged. "We'll see, won't we?" I said, tamping down my fear. She smirked like she liked my answer.

"Yes. Walter will show you to your rooms. The whole house is free for you to explore, but try not to go down to the basement." She said, clearly dismissing me. I absorbed a mental map as Walter led me to my room, and was pleased that it not only was close to the entrance and Sir Integra's office, it had windows. My stuff was there too, and I sighed in relief. Walter left, telling me I could shout if I needed anything, and I flopped down on my new bed, thinking. I was bored as heck already. I opened the door, walking out and memorizing the hall I was on, before starting to explore.

This shall be updated daily, until I run out of the chapters she gave me. Thank you and leave a review, I'll relay the message to her and we'll figure out how she'll respond.