Hellsing - Blood Heritage

Syn was quiet. Deathly quiet. She sat on the couch in her uncle's study, like always. Only instead of reading or drawing out some new and fantastical weapon, she stared at the wall. Her thoughts were as confused as they were deep.

He's real... she thought to her herself.

Syn wasn't stupid. She knew someone had been there the night of the attack. Someone had to have carried her from the barn to an ambulance. Someone had to have fired the gun that killed the vampire responsible for all the carnage. She had the scar on her back and the bullet on a chain around her neck to prove that much.

But she had been dreaming for so long, she had come to believe certain details were figments of her overactive imagination. Men who rescued little girls from monsters didn't smile or laugh at their fear. They didn't taunt them as they lay helpless and bleeding on the ground. And they certainly didn't have eyes like glowing pits of hell.

The man at the club hadn't been a man at all. He was a vampire.

Jonas set a cup of tea on the table beside her. He didn't say anything. He had noticed her change in mood over the past week, she was sure. But Jonas was the type to make her confront her demons on her own. He wouldn't press for information until she came to him. And Syn didn't think this was the sort of thing to bother him about. It was just... too weird. She listened to him go back to his desk and pick up his pen.

“I'm leaving tomorrow.”

Syn looked up. “Where?”

“France. Then Switzerland I think.” he replied. “I hear the mountains are beautiful this time of year.”

She blinked. She didn't like the deliberate calmness of his tone. “You aren't coming back, are you?”

His pen paused for half a heartbeat.

“Jonas?”

“I've canceled all my contracts.” he went on, as if commenting on the weather. “Except for one. A private organization with some unique weapon requests. It's right up your alley, so you shouldn't have any trouble.” He glanced sideways at her. “You will take care of it for me, wont you?”

Her chest tightened painfully. She ground her teeth together and nodded. “Of course.”

“Good.” He turned back to whatever it was he was writing. “Think of it as... a permanent vacation. You're grown now, and you certainly don't need me to look after you anymore. The last think either of us needs is for you to start looking after me.”

Syn bit back the urge to yell at him. She forced herself to nod somberly, then silently got up and left the room. The air in the study was too thick to breathe properly. She went straight to her bedroom and threw open the windows. The air outside was just as heavy. She told herself that it was her uncle's life, and he had the right to do as he wished with the last of it. But accepting it didn't mean she approved.


(The following night)


Syn glared down her opponent with an icy fury that would make a Navy SEAL quake in his boots.

“Rachel.” she said slowly, infusing every syllable with her anger. “Where is the cash box for the bar?”

The blonde glanced up from her romance novel, completely oblivious to how serious the situation was. She had her hair in pigtails tonight, making her look more like a twelve year old than she usually did. “I don't know.” she replied with a shrug. She went back to her book without a care in the world.
She now understood why Chris yelled at this one so much. Why she still had a job she didn't know. Maybe she was sleeping with one of the boss' buddies or something. She took a deep breath.

“We need the cash box to make change for the customers. According to the sign out sheet, you were the last person to use it. Now, if you don't find it, you'll have to pay back the money from your tips.”

“I told you, I have no idea where it is.” Rachel shot back, not looking up from her book. “Maybe one of the waitresses took it.”

She wasn't going to get anywhere with her. Rachel had acted like a complete bitch all night. She had taken over the bar like it was her own personal ivory tower, and refused to help out on the floor when it got busy. Now the cash box was missing, and the girl was sitting cross-legged on the bar reading a fucking book while everyone else cleaned. With a disgusted snort, Syn walked off to find Chris and report the situation. He was gone for the night, but she talked to Tammy, his 'secretary'. She was more of a 'second in command' who made sure everything ran smoothly when he wasn't around. She filled out an incident report, then left Tammy to deal with Rachel.

She helped the waitresses sweep up the floors and carry glasses to the sinks hidden behind the bar. Once everything was relatively straightened up, she grabbed her jacket and headed out to the parking garage. The early morning air was cool against her face. She pulled her jacket tighter around her body and pulled out the keys for her motorcycle.

“Hey cutie! You wanna party with us?” a male voice called out from somewhere to her right.

'Damn drunks.' she swore to herself. Even though the club closed down 3:30, some of the more sauced customers hung around until the cops showed up to shoo them away. She increased her pace and didn't look around for the source of the voice. She was in a bad mood already, and she didn't need fighting with idiots added to her growing list of annoyances. Out of nowhere, a hand wrapped around her arm.

“Did you hear me, bitch? Come play with us.”

Syn hadn't seen anyone approach, and that voice she heard had been several yards away. People didn't move that fast. But she knew of things that did. She pulled Lasher out of her coat with her free hand and whirled around.

“Get your hands off me monster.” she hissed.

She jabbed the gun into his face and pulled back the hammer. The guy was about 5'9 – only three inches taller than her, with light colored hair. His glowing eyes flicked to the gun, then back to her.

“Are you going to shoot me human?” he taunted. “Go ahead. Even if you get away from me, you cant run from all of us.”

Syn noticed movement out of the corner of her eyes. Two others, both male, approaching. Damn it. They would definitely be faster than her, but if she fired into their heads it would give her time to get to her bike. She narrowed her eyes at the one gripping her arm.

“Watch me.”

She fired a shot into his head, and her arm was instantly free. She took off toward her bike, firing at the other two blindly, hoping she would hit something vital. She heard their outraged howls of pain. She focused on getting to the motorcycle. She was so close... only a few feet away. She could almost touch the damn thing.

One of the vampires jumped on her back, sending her skidding into the concrete. Pain went through her body like a shockwave. Gritting her teeth, she struggled to get herself into a position where she could shoot the bastard. The vampire sensed her intention and knocked Lasher out of her hand. The gun clattered across the pavement – far out of her reach. Her arm was twisted painfully behind her back. Syn heard the sickening snap of the bones before she felt anything. She gasped for air and fought for any semblance of freedom.

“Let me go you goddamn freak!”

The monster on her back laughed. “Oooohhh... this one is feisty.”

The other two laughed along with him. “Mmmm, I'll bet she tastes as good as she smells...”

Syn managed to fight her way to her knees. Overtaken by blind fury, she twisted around in the vampire's grip and spat into his face. He froze in surprise, then let out an angry snarl.

“You fucking whore!”

It was the last sound she heard before her head was slammed into the pavement. She barely registered the trauma before the world went dark.



'I don't see anything Master. Are you sure this is the right place?'

Alucard frowned at the police girl's voice in his head. He was trying to teach her how to use her powers to track their targets, but she was still relying on her human senses. He focused on the area in which he felt their targets and sent her a mental image of it.

'Focus police girl. They aren't attempting to hide their presence, so you should find them easily. Let everything around you fade into the background and focus on the power signatures that remain.'

She sighed. 'I'm trying master, but I don't...' he smirked at her internal gasp of surprise. 'Oh my god! I feel them! The parking garage on 4th street.'

'Very good police girl.' he said, giving her a rare show of praise. 'Now, how many of them are there, and what are they doing?'

'Um... two... no, three vampires. They're... they're fighting with someone.'

Alucard started toward the parking garage. 'Come in from the south.' he instructed. 'Cloak your presence and don't give away your position.'

'Yes sir!'

The no life king honed his senses on the targets. They were chasing down something, but he couldn't get a fix on what it was. These three had been stalking around this area of London for weeks now, but hadn't caused any trouble until tonight. Gunshots rang out – immediately capturing his attention. The vampires they were tracking weren't carrying weapons.

'Damn it police girl, I told you not to reveal your position!'

Seras' worried voice rang out in his head. 'It's not me, Master. I'm on 4th and Regent.'

Ah, so they were going after a human who had enough sense to carry a weapon. That certainly made things more interesting. He walked up on the 2nd level of the garage in time to see the three freaks laughing over the body of a woman. The smell of her blood wafted to his nostrils. It was familiar and sweet – a smell he had grown intimately acquainted with over the years. His face darkened with fury at the knowledge of who they were attacking.

“Bumbling cowards.” he spat at them. “You would rely on numbers to attack a woman alone? Pathetic.”

The vampires whipped around, preparing themselves for a fight. They took one look at Alucard and recognized him as a vampire much more powerful than themselves. Their leader, however, ignored the danger and confronted him.

“This girl is ours. Go find your own human to play with.”

Alucard's drew the Casull and leveled it at the freaks. “A cheap piece of garbage like you has no right to claim dominion over a human. That woman belongs to me.”

The freak leader snarled in response, and took a step toward him – intending to defend what he considered his rightfully gained meal. Alucard put one of his bullets right between his eyes. The vampire collapsed into a pile of dust and ash, leaving the other two staring in wide eyed horror. They took one look at each other, then sprinted for the stairs.

'Don't let them get away police girl.'

Seras snapped to attention. 'Right! Engaging targets sir!'


Alucard left the Police Girl to deal with the two runaways. He slipped his gun back into his coat, and turned to asses the damage done to their 'victim'. She hadn't been bitten, but both bones of her right arm had been snapped and she had a nasty gash on her temple. Satisfied that the damage could be healed, he slid his arms under her body. He was careful not to jar her injured arm too much as he lifted her. One of his shadowy tendrils picked up the gun that was laying nearby. It was too interesting looking a thing to leave behind – especially if it was hers.

Seras bounded up as he stepped out of the garage and into the early morning air.

“Both vampires have been eliminated Master.” She skidded to a halt at the sight of the unconscious woman in his arms. “Oh my god! Is.. is she okay?”

“She's injured, but alive.” he reported. “Inform our master that we'll be bringing a guest back with us.”

Seras' eyes went wide with shock. “You're... you're bringing her back with us? But... is that such a good....”

Alucard stopped her with a sharp look. “Do as I say police girl.”

He left Seras to inform Sir Integra of the situation. He carried the unconscious woman back to the hospital wing of the manor. He made sure to keep a close eye on her as the doctors and nurses stitched up her wounds.

It didn't take long for Integra to burst into the examination area in a huff of irritation – Walter in tow.

“What the bloody hell is this Alucard?” she demanded, light flickering across her glasses like lightning. “Your orders were to engage the targets in the downtown district, not to bring home strays.”

Alucard turned his eyes away from the medical staff to address the knight. “She was heavily injured and in need of medical attention master. Would you prefer that I left her there?”

Integra crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. “If she was in need of medical attention, she should have been taken to a hospital. We aren't responsible for the care of the victims of vampire attacks.” Her eyes narrowed. “You never show interest in the well being of random human victims.”

Alucard smirked at her. “This woman is a great deal more important to me than other humans.” He replied silkily. “And considering she's the one who'll be designing the weapons for myself and the police girl, I thought you would be pleased...”

The knight started in surprise and shot a glance at Walter.

“Designing our weapons? I thought Newsom Custom Arms canceled all their contracts?”

Walter frowned. “When I last spoke to Mr. Newsom, he said that considering the nature of our weapon requests, he would hand them over his apprentice for processing.” He looked at Alucard curiously. “How would you know her identity if she was unconscious when you found her?”

Alucard chuckled, a deep, reverberating sound that filled the room. “Do you not remember my first mission after awakening? This girl wears one of my bullets around her neck, and carries a gun that could only have been designed by that family. Her blood sings to me like no other. There is no questioning who she is.”

Integra was quiet for a long moment. She stepped past Alucard and looked at the medical team working on the woman.

“I don't like it Alucard. She looks so young...” She shook her head and pulled a cigar tin from her jacket pocket. “I suppose nothing can be done for it. I can't very well argue with what is preordained.”

Walter cleared his throat. “Should I have a room prepared then Sir?”

The knight nodded. “I suppose you should. You might as well inform the staff that we have a new employee while you're at it.”

The butler gave her a small bow. “Right away Sir Integra.”