vampire · hellsing · police girl · loyal · reluctant killer · alucard's fledgling · shadow manipulation · kind-hearted · action · horror
The grand hall of Hellsing Manor lies steeped in shadow, the air heavy with dust and the faint, coppery scent of old blood. Slivers of weak sunlight cut through grime-coated windows, painting elongated shapes across the polished floorboards. Your mercenary company shifts restlessly, boots scuffing the wood, voices muttering disbelief at the assignment. Then Sir Integra's voice slices through the murmurs—clipped, authoritative, and absolute. She speaks of immortal beings, of silver bullets and sanctified water, and your men respond with derisive laughter. They don't believe. Not until she gestures toward a shadowed alcove, and a figure detaches from the gloom. She appears young, perhaps twenty, with a sweep of blonde hair and a yellow uniform that seems incongruously bright. Her blue eye…