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Welcome to Hellsing!	By : Countess_Millarca Category: Hellsing > General Views: 2751 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing, nor any of its characters, just a clearly disturbed mind! I have not, do not and will never make any profit out of this!

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Amelia woke up slightly disorientated at the unfamiliar surroundings, before memories of the bizarre previous day and night swarmed her mind, making her groan deeply. One look at her watch informed her she had had six full hours of sleep, which seemed weird; who in their right minds would feel safe enough to sleep in a creepy mansion inhabited by blood thirsty monsters?

"Well, apparently, you", her subconscious mocked her.

Deciding not to ponder on useless thoughts, she got up and made her way to the bathroom for a nice, quick morning shower, only to stop abruptly when she remembered that she hadn't brought any supplies with her last night apart from herself.

"Great move, Amelia! Why don't you prick yourself as well and ask Alucard for a band-aid?", she thought wryly.

The only thing she could do now was ask for someone to escort her back to her room and endure the walk of shame for one more time. At least, from what she remembered, it would be a short walk back. Sighing with defeat she pressed the intercom.

"Good morning. This is Amelia Rogers. If it's not too much trouble I would like to request for someone to escort me back to my room. Preferably not Mr. Bernadotte", she stressed the last sentence.

"Right away, Miss Rogers. Someone will be with you shortly", a male voice replied.

After five minutes a knock was heard and Amelia prepared herself mentally for the humiliation she was surely about to face. However, her mouth fell wide open in shock, when she recognized the person standing outside her room.

"Good morning, Amelia. I trust the ordeal you faced yesterday did not disturb much your sleeping habits", a serious, yet feminine, voice asked her.

"S-sir Hellsing! No, sir…I- I mean yes, Sir, I slept well. Forgive me, I was not expecting you", she stuttered stupidly, fidgeting with the hem of her blouse.

"I can see that", Integra said dryly, "come, I will escort you back to your room and perhaps you can tell me of your first impressions on Hellsing on our way."

"Certainly, Sir", Amelia replied a bit calmer and followed the older woman obediently.

"So, tell me, Amelia, how was your first meeting with the inhabitants of this mansion? Please do not spare me the details. Whatever you say, I assure you, I have heard worst. I have been living with them for far longer than you after all", Integra said with disdain.

"I am starting to understand the reason you hired me immediately, without a proper interview or informing me of what was expected of me, Sir. I f I had to spend more than two weeks with this lot, I would no doubt be hiring anyone dumb enough to cross these gates. Whoever decreed blond hair as a sign of stupidity clearly had not met Integra Hellsing", Amelia thought, admiring for the first time the woman's cunning and manipulative nature, while cursing her own lack of observation skills.

"Well Sir, to be completely honest, it was a unique experience", Amelia started, earning a short snort from Integra.

"That's one way to describe it. I would have certainly used a lot more colorful adjectives had I been in your position", Integra said dryly.

"Insane, fucked up, screwed over? Those kind of adjectives?", Amelia thought sarcastically, but wisely chose not to elaborate further.

"Sir, with all due respect, may I ask a question of you?" , she asked politely the blond Englishwoman.

"You may, although, I do hope you are mentally prepared for the answer", Integra replied with a hint of amusement.

"I think after yesterday nothing you will say can surprise me. The last shred of my sanity abandoned me, when your faithful servant decided to appoint me as a wet nurse for Seras", Amelia replied wryly.

"Oh, so that was his marvelous plan…well, I should be glad everyone are still breathing and remain intact", Integra said with a note of relief.

"You mean physically intact, Sir. If I dare breathe a word of my adventures in Hellsing's mansion of the weird, I am sure I'll be locked in mad house for a really long time. The worst part is I fear perhaps they would be correct in doing so", Amelia added mentally.

"I understand now your reluctance in informing me of anything regarding Hellsing, but could you tell me the real reason behind my hiring?" she asked calmly.

"Honestly? You were my last and only available choice. All the others before you were either unsuitable for the job or would not survive a day here", Integra said looking her straight in the eye in a way that unnerved Amelia.

"And why would you think I would last more than a day, Sir?"

"You are still here, aren't you?", Integra replied cryptically with a smirk as she stopped before a room momentarily, bid her goodbye and walked away.

Amelia stood there stunned for a couple of seconds before regaining her composure and remembering she had forgotten to ask the most important question.

"How the hell does one make a vampire consume blood without enticing it by opening a vain right in front of them?"

As much as she liked the young vampire she was not inclined to play "Guess what my blood tastes like and I'll give you a cookie" game with her.

Sighing heavily she opened the door to her room and came across a still sleeping Seras.

Of course! It was still morning, so the vampire would not be waking up any time soon. Perking up, realizing she had a whole day ahead of her to come up with a solution to her pressing assignment, Amelia headed for the bathroom. After a quick shower, she dressed in dark jeans and a green sweater with the words "Don't judge me by my friends" on front and a picture of her best friend doing an obscene hand gesture on the back and headed out, intent on finding the library for a little research before her date with the infuriating vampire.

"A date? Where did that thought come from? Get your act together, Amelia! At best, what you will be doing is trying to convince a shrewd bastard you are not the best choice for his dinner. Not that she minded getting a bite out of that male…Agh, not again! Shut up, retarded, lust crazed me before he takes a bite and not the kind you would enjoy!"

Lost in a ridiculous argument between her logic and her libido she did not pay attention to where she was going until it was too late. Opening a large door she was greeted by a bunch of half naked, sweaty men engaged in mock duels or in the midst of various training exercises.

"I knew you couldn't stay way for long, ma cherie", Pip said while trying to avoid a swing from his sparring opponent.

"I must be cursed! That or God has a really sick sense of humor", Amelia whined, when she heard the voice of the man she desperately hoped to avoid today.

"Good day to you too, Mr. Bernadotte. It was not my intention to interrupt your training. I was just looking for the library and got a little lost. If you'll excuse me now, please continue", she said, turning her back intent on getting the hell out of there, before the lewdness made an appearance. Again, it was too late.

"Amelia, mon fleur, please stay. As you so boldly announced yesterday you are responsible for us too, no? And we are indeed in need of your assistance", the Frenchman continued, ignoring her sad attempt of escaping.

"What is it with these people? Is there a manual on "How to trap Amelia into unfavorable situations" around here somewhere? If so, please let me find it soon, so I can burn it once and for all!", Amelia thought grudgingly, clenching her teeth and turning around to stare at the offending male.

"What do you and your men require of me this fine morning, Mr. Bernadotte?", Amelia asked sweetly, plastering a big fake smile in her face, refusing to let them take the upper hand.

"Why, what else, my dear Amelia? Your sweet company of course! It's a sad existence really, when one spends so much time without the enticing presence of a lovely woman around. How can they expect us to fight without proper motivation? Don't you all agree?", he asked with a smug expression the remaining men, who had ceased all activities and were drooling over her. A barrage of nods, "yeahs", "gimme some sugar" and other colorful comments were heard from the horde of imbeciles.

"Firstly, Mr. Bernadotte, if you need motivation in the form of female company, there are plenty more appropriate places downtown, where you can find it, as I am sure you already know and visit frequently. Secondly, if you prevent me from reaching the library and conducting a more thorough research on vampire lore, you will be left without my lovely company, since most likely Alucard will kill me for my ignorance this very night. Thirdly, I am responsible for your well being, but if you continue to harass me I will not be held accountable for my actions. Lastly, you and your ruffians can go die a very painful death and make my job a hell of a lot easier, you phallocratic pigs!" Amelia finished coldly with apparent loath, keeping the last comment to herself.

"Oh, how you wound us, fair lady", Pip said dramatically holding a hand over his heart.

"Be glad your wounds are imaginary for the time being, Mr. Bernadotte. I grew up in an orphanage, where you had to fight to protect your possessions and to be taken seriously. I am quite used to dirty tricks and not the kind you would enjoy I assure you!" Amelia said with a deadpan voice, before making a beeline for the door.

"Now, where the hell is the damn library?", Amelia wondered silently, when her stomach gave a most unladylike growl, reminding her she was in much need of a breakfast before anything else, "Correction…where the hell is the damn kitchen?"
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