Blood and Wine.

April 11th 1997.
Wow. Here I am writing in this bleached paper for no reason. Heinkel said that it would be a good idea for me to get all of my emotions out on paper, since my father died. Yumiko laughed at the idea, "What so you can read it behind her back?" I have anger problems I guess. I almost killed the father of the new church last week because he said apostle wrong. What a moron, He's bald, and he should die. If my father was alive, he would have set things right, and not have some retarded nimrod preaching wrong.
That damned Vampire. I'll never forget his name. Alucard. He killed my father and Archbishop Maxwell. I'll never forgive him, I'll kill him someday. If he ever comes back from hell. Damn him. I'd bring him back, just to send him to hell again. Heinkel says that he'll come back and that I'll get my chance at justice. I heard that Alucards servant vampire was lurking around Ireland, I just might kill her so that I can feel somewhat better about the goddamned situation. I have no idea what this Alucard or servant vamp looks like, but I'll get them.
Hellsing...damn them. They took my father, my only family. I'll kill them.
Hellsing...

Blood and Wine, Chapter one.
The Grave-Yard.
I stared out the stain-glass windows of the cathedral. The Pope himself was to be here for an Easter Sunday. I had been fasting for quite some time, and the heat of spring sun billowing from the colored glass was making me drowsy. "Hey Lexi." I heard that familiar Accent, "Get up; you're where we are putting the chair for the Pope." Heinkel stood over me in disapproval; I stared over at her and then looked back out of the window. "Get up you big butt-head."
I stuck my tong out at her, I found myself not really caring about the Pope, I just wanted to eat. "Give me some food, and I just might move." I stated blankly, "I find this place to be comfortable, so you're out of luck." she didn't seem angry with me as she aways was. She simply sighed and walked off. "Heh, I'm good." my gaze averted back to the colors.
A clicking noise brought me back to the world of the living. When my vision focused back, I found myself staring down a long gun barrel, "Move." I shot my hands up in defeat. Someone always managed to mess up my day. "Go to the graveyard if you want to nap that badly."
I grumbled to myself and walked off lazily. Spring always made me sleepy, the pollen outside didn't help at all. The sun was blinding, and I peered through half closed eyes. I didn't need to see where I was going; I came here all the time. Even when I wasn't allowed to. I guess there was a plus side to my father’s death, I had more freedom...
My hands hit the cold marble of my mother’s tomb. I never bothered with my fathers; it was all the way in London. He died so far away. I was in Russia when it happened, I'll never forget it...Enough about that! It's pointless to dwell on the past.
My hand grasped around the metal handle of the tomb. The familiar smell of formaldehyde and mold rushed my senses, yet another sent was present, blood. Using the wall as a crutch, I stumbled down the stairs mindlessly. At the base of the stairs was an open room with faded pictures of Amber Anderson. All of her prized possessions, and awards were in a row on many selves. Nothing seemed touched, undisturbed.
Thanks to the space between my ears, I was out of focus, and I tripped over something. Silly me, I ignored it and continued to walk deeper into the chamber. My mother’s home was at the end of the hallway, and I wanted to take a nap again. I had never been this deep inside the tomb, and I was half-curious of how she was laid to rest.
The coffin of which she slept in was made of white marble, completely flawless and polished. Father made sure that she had a nice resting place. My fingers ran over the cold stone, I could feel the familiar clogging in my throat as thoughts of my mother, from what father had told me, raced through my mind. Tears were welling at the ducts of my eyes, and I needed to leave. Napping here was a bad idea.
I felt like a predator was watching curiously. The hairs on the back of neck were standing on end, and I wanted to leave. I snuffed up my tears, and walked back to the first room. The back of my mind told me to watch out for the thing that I tripped on, on my way inside my mothers resting place. My foot lifted over the obstacle, but something prevented me from continuing my step. "Humans are interesting." A hissing voice sounded around the room. "Why didn't you notice me?"
I looked down to man who held my ankle captive. His face was grim with a hint of anger. I could feel my balance losing its power, I struggled to keep myself standing but it was futile. I soon felt the cold stone of the ground on my face. "What'd you do that for?" his voice was laughing. I turned my head over to face the man. He still held my leg, holding it tightly. I winced in pain, he was grasping my ankle roughly, and it hurt. "Can you talk at all?"
"Let me go!" I shouted, he released me, and scurried to my feet. "What are you doing in here? This is my mother’s tomb, get out!" I pointed to the door up the stairs.
"Not very friendly are you human?" he laughed again, almost mockingly.
"Not to monsters like you!" I could feel my neck redden, he was viciously handsome the way he was grinning, nothing I said seemed to faze him. His hair was unkempt and ragged, long and dark. "I have an uncanny sense of danger, now get out."
"I just wanted to take a nap." he sighed, and leaned back on the wall, "Your not gonna throw a vamp out into the sun are you?" he was like me, just wanted to relax... No he was evil; a vampire is evil no matter what. They kill and that’s all, amen.
The vampire smacked his head, "You’re kidding me. Don't tell me you’re that psycho priest’s kid." I went pale, he was joking right? "You mean to tell me," he stood up and dusted off his back, "Anderson, REPRODUCED?! You poor child."
"How did you..."
"I can read minds kid." he walked closer to me, "Your mind isn't very experienced in this sort of things is it? No mental blocks at all were in your mind. What had Anderson been teaching you?"
"Absolutely nothing, he's dead." I gritted my teeth, "I swear that I'll kill that vampire that killed him. I'll make sure he can never come back to hell. Damn that Alucard." I yelled.
The monsters eyes widen in shock, "Great..."
"Who the hell asked you?" I shot at him.
"As I said before, manners." he coughed and walked behind me, I tried to move so I could see him, but my body wouldn't budge. "There's one little problem with that. I'll never let you kill me. You can damn me all you want, wouldn't be the first time a woman took my name in vain." he wrapped his arms around me, I was shaking with anger. My first instinct was to reach for my gun, if only that were possible. "Tell your friends, Alucard is back." he whispered into my ear, "And they have something I want. Don't disappoint me, love." mist filled the room, making it hard to breath.
"You bastard," I forced out, "You wont get away from me."
Laughter bounced through the air, "You promise?" My vision was blurring rapidly, and white dots clouded what was left of my vision, "See you soon, kitten." I exhaled heavily, regretting it, I was short of breath and I felt like I suffocating.