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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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Hello again everyone! I am introducing a new OC in this chapter. She will act as a motherly figure and the one Amelia goes to for friendly advice in the following days. Tell me what you think of her! Enjoy:)

After a couple of wrong turns, a rather painful and ungraceful fall and an inevitable, humiliating call to the control center, Amelia finally managed to locate the kitchen after a good forty minutes. So here she stood now, with probably a bruised knee and quite famished from the overexertion staring at an equally wide eyed woman. She wore the standard Hellsing uniform with an apron, so she was without a doubt part of the kitchen staff.

"Good morning. My name is Amelia and I am a new employee here", Amelia said breaking the uncomfortable silence with a forced smile.

"Good morning, Miss Amelia. We were all informed of your presence, however, we were told to provide your meals at the time requested by you personally. I am sorry for not having anything prepared for you this morning. I was awaiting your call. Sir Hellsing takes her breakfast in her personal study and the men eat from the buffet in their training area. What is your schedule so there won't be any more misunderstandings? Would you like me to fix you something now? I am truly sorry for my neglect", the middle-aged woman almost said in one breath with an alarmed expression for possibly having failed her duties.

"Calm down and please tell me your name first. I am not angry in the least for something that was by all means my mistake", Amelia said with a genuine smile, feeling charmed by the kind woman. She reminded her of those sweet cookie making aunts in the TV ads. She looked like she was somewhere around her early forties, but traces of her former beauty still remained, picturing a lovely image.

"Oh, but of course! Where are my manners? My name is Dorothy, Miss Amelia. Now as an apology, please allow me to make you a sandwich", the woman said with a big smile.

"Thanks, Dorothy, that's the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me since my arrival here", Amelia joked, although, it held a note of truth.

"Now, now, sit down and tell me how a nice looking girl like you managed to sneak into the impregnable Hellsing mansion", she asked and laughed good-naturedly.

"Had I known what I was getting into beforehand, I would have never set foot inside these gates", Amelia thought bitterly, walking towards the fridge for a glass of juice.

"Amelia, dear, that's not the…", Dorothy tried to stop the poor female, but it was already too late.

"What is wron-", Amelia never finished her sentence, instead took an awkward step back and unfortunately for the second time this day found herself sprawled on the floor.

"Um, I probably should have warned you, dear. That's master Alucard's personal refrigerator. Usually it's full with blood bags, but you can never know with him…I wouldn't open it so carelessly in the future", the kind woman said, offering her hand to the still shocked Amelia.

"I-I'll keep that in my mind. Thanks, Dorothy", Amelia stuttered, trying to erase the gory images.

"Now, what did you want from the fridge, Amelia?", Dorothy said, trying to distract the young woman from whatever horrors she had managed to get a glimpse of.

"U-um, some juice would be lovely", she said, thanking the older woman for not pursuing the matter further.

However, the sound of the word blood bags reminded her of the current assignment she was burdened with and decided she would not lose anything trying to pry some information from the ever-helpful maid.

"Dorothy, since you are obviously not affected by what happened I am going to assume you have been serving the Hellsing family for quite some time now. Can I discuss a delicate matter with you?", Amelia asked tentatively, testing the waters.

"You don't have to be so formal with me, dear. Yes, I have been here as long as that old fool of a butler, who went and broke his back on some stupid show of male stubbornness. I've told him time and time again to let the more demanding jobs to the young ones, but does he ever listen? Noooo and well I don't have to explain what happened now, do I?", she said obviously irritated, but Amelia could hear the clear undertone of affection in her voice. The older woman was certainly fond of the injured butler.

"Heh, that's so cute!", Amelia chuckled, hoping to at least meet the old man, who had captured Dorothy's heart before she left.

"Assuming you will be leaving walking with your eyes open and not lying down inside a coffin with your eyes closed", a little voice suddenly reminded her.

"Dorothy, do you have any idea why a vampire would refuse to drink blood? I mean, it can't be she doesn't like the taste, right? Even I find it somewhat agreeable the few times I have tasted my own, so I'm guessing for a vampire this would be multiplied by a thousand", Amelia said thoughtful, returning to her original question.

"Ah, you must be talking about Miss Seras. She is a sweet kid that one, unlike most of the inhabitants of this place. I never quite understood why master Alucard changed her and Walter was equally confused, when we discussed this matter", she answered nodding her head.

Now that was something Amelia had not considered before. Really, why did Alucard change Seras. She made a mental note to investigate this later. Her curiosity was piqued and damn her, but she could not let this one go.

"I am afraid, though, I cannot help you, Miss Amelia. The girl seems almost frightened by the very idea of consuming blood. Walter has tried many times to coax her into drinking it, but it always ends the same; with Seras flushing down the toilet her intended dinner", Dorothy answered and sighed heavily.

"Here is your sandwich, dear", she said and put a plate in front of Amelia in the table.

"Thanks, Dorothy", Amelia said, thinking of how to make the blond vampire accept her breakfast as well, when she awakened.

Obviously, the pep talk wouldn't help. Walter, who she now was certain was the old butler she was substituting for, must have tried the logic card repeatedly already to no avail. That left Amelia with the only other way she knew; tricks.

She didn't lake the idea of manipulating the friendly vampire and one of the few people who talked to her without a hidden agenda here, but she had no other way. This was her job, a matter of principle now.

Alright, time for plan A named: "Tempt the newborn". It was also the perfect time to put it on action, now that Seras was sleeping in her room. She would just slip inside and leave thin trails of blood near the vampire's nose, hoping that when she woke up she would seek the delectable substance on her own accord. Well, it was as good as plan as any and Amelia was determined to start immediately. Who knows, maybe by night she would have positive results to rub into the face of that arrogant bloodsucker in the basement.

"It's true that I have no experience whatsoever with vampires, but I am an expert when it comes to tricking infants! Just wait, Alucard, I am going to make you eat your words soon enough", she thought gleefully and laughed sinisterly in her mind.

Now, time for the hard part.

"Dorothy, c-can you provide me with a blood bag?", she said eyeing the cooling machine with trepidation.

"Sorry, dear, this is master Alucard's personal supply. You'll have to visit the infirmary and ask the resident doctor for one. I am certain you won't mind the detour, if it saves you from opening that thing again", Dorothy replied and laughed merrily.

"I certainly won't mind. In fact, I would have been content to never have known such a thing existed in the first place", Amelia agreed readily.

"Thank you for everything, Dorothy! I'll call you at least an hour before my meals to inform you in the future", she added and on an impulse hugged lovingly the older woman.

"Not a problem, my dear. Come visit me, anytime!", she responded cheerfully, patting Amelia's back gently.

"I will!", Amelia shouted at the exit, only to return and peek her head inside asking, "Um, where exactly is the infirmary?", with reddening cheeks.

"On the floor above, the second door from the stairs to your right", Dorothy answered laughing loudly.

"T-thank you", Amelia murmured back embarrassed, making her way to where she was told.

Finding the infirmary easily enough with Dorothy's clear instructions, she soon learned that she was expected sooner or later. Apparently, Walter had the exact same duty as her, before he was injured and she was provided with what she needed without further delay and awkward explanations.

Satisfied that at least one thing went as planned, she made her way to her room to discover relieved that Seras was indeed still sleeping peacefully on her bed.

"Now what? I don't want her to figure out this is a set-up, so I'll have to be careful not to leave any trace behind. Hm, I have to smear the blood on something easily removable, but still close enough so she can smell it", Amelia thought carefully.

"Something, that doesn't stain. God knows blood isn't an easy substance to remove. So, no clothes or towels or any of the sort. Also, a cup or a glass would be easy to knock over and create a mess, so rejected as well."

"Eureka!", she suddenly exclaimed mentally as she had a brilliant epiphany.

She immediately rushed to her desk and grabbed a pen, went to the bathroom and unloaded the ink within it. She then proceeded to clean the empty vessel and reload it with a small amount of the crimson liquid inside the blood bag. Returning to the room, she took a paper and wrote slowly with fat, big letters, letting the red ink coat the paper and dry efficiently. Satisfied with her work, she positioned the paper in the stand next to the bed, a few cm away from Seras's face and exited the room to finally find the library, all the while congratulating herself for the ingenious plan. Seras would wake up surrounded by the scent of blood with no clue from where it was coming from. The only thing she would see was an incospicuous letter near her. She was indeed a sweet and kind girl, but from what Amelia had surmised not the smartest one of the bunch.
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