Chapter 1: Hellsing Sister

The car drove past the huge iron gates that was the entrance to a mansion, if you could even call it such. Fortress seemed like a better word to describe the structure and its massive layout.

Amaris didn't want to look out the window and evaluate her new home. Nope. She was too busy mentally freaking out. The girl may seem calm and cool but on the inside, she wasn't. Knowing fully well what kind of organization Hellsing was heightened her growing anxiety. How did she even get here? Well by plane duh, but not what she meant. What she meant was how did her, a girl all the way from North America, get picked to join the famous Hellsing family. How?

Nothing. Makes. Sense!

She groaned to herself as the car came to a complete stop right in front of the huge doors to the mansion. Black heather heeled boots stepped out of the car, bag in hand, she couldn't help but look up. It was ... colossal. Everything seemed giant and dark.

Yup, she was so going to die here. Her thoughts were silenced by someone clearing their throat.

"Miss. Amaris." Said a male British voice.

Big brown eyes settle on a elder man with grey hair tied in a pony tail and wearing butler like clothing. The girl gave him a blank blink. "Um yes?" she answered in a soft voice.

The man struggled to keep his 'proper' appearance and not to point out his distress on her manners. He just sighed it out, "My name is Walter , I am the butler of the Hellsing estate."

The girl gave him a faint smile, holding out her hand, the last thing she wanted to be was rude and offend someone. "Amaris Ferose but I see you knew that already." she said with sarcasm through a sweet voice.

So much for not being rude. Her mother would've lashed her for that one.

He glared for a second, telling that this person standing before him was going to add on top of the current troubles he already has. The man sighed again and shook her hand briefly before turning towards the doors. "If you will follow me, Sir Integra is waiting in her office for you and wishes to meet you right away." He said slightly dry as he turned to walk through the doors.

Amaris instantly followed suit, her legs trying to keep up with his longer ones. "What about my stuff?" she said with worry, looking back at the black car.

"I wouldn't worry, they will be sent to your room." He explained.

The girl sighed, there was a lot of important items in her suit cases. She hoped they would be taken good care of or else she'll see to it someone pays.

As they strut through the halls of the mansion, silence fell between them. Leaving only the sound of her heels clicking against the hard floor. One thing that caught her mind was that she couldn't help not be amazed by the home itself. Mostly about how it was so well kept, seeing as there didn't seem to be much maids. Actually, from what she could tell, the only person living in here another than the butler was Integra . It worried her, she didn't like feeling alone in such a big place. she can't help but feel as if the walls have all eyes on her. Its creepy. And begins to make her feel slightly nervous.

Amaris clung into her blue bag tightly, there was a tug on her heart that she couldn't shake for some reason. It was almost making her feel sick. Maybe jet lag? she was in a completely different timezone. Plus she hasn't eaten much. Amaris shakes her head 'stop freaking yourself out', she tries to calm her mind.

"Ah..." she admits to talk to Walter in hopes the feelings would leave her alone. "So is there others living here?" She asked with obvious nervousness in her tone.

"Yes and no." Walter answered with his back to her. "There is a separate wing for our forces, only... special personnel is to stay in the main quarters of the estate."

At first she smiled, liking the idea of her being 'special' floated her boat to the extreme but then she couldn't help to wonder who else had this status. The whole place was a big mystery to her.

The butler stopped in first of yet again big doors, Amaris guessed this was where the boss was waiting for her. He knocked on the wood with the curl of his finger.

"Come in." Said a strong female voice, allowing them entrance into the room. The girl gulped, biting her lip in nervousness. Walter opened the door, light shined on her face as they walked it. Oh the light, she already did not like this room. She secretly prayed her room didn't have so much windows, in no way she was going to die by raging sunlight.

Amaris followed Walter towards the desk where what seemed to be a woman with long straight platinum blond hair, circular glasses and a cigar. The girl had a hard time telling if Integra was female from the suit she was wearing. When blue eyes met hers, Amaris felt a shiver run down her spine. She inhaled the light smell of the cigar, the effects allowing Amaris to calm her nerves a bit.

Sir Integra Fairbrook Windgates Hellsing was the woman behind that solid oak desk in all her power. Even sitting she could tell Integra was much taller than her. Sharp jaw and these piercing icy blue eyes that exudes danger and skin mirrored the same exotic colour of brown. Amaris couldn't help but feel both timid and amazed. A woman managing such a organization wasn't rare and hardly ever heard of. Amaris could see herself greatly admiring Integra for her accomplishments if she wasn't so intimidated.

When the girl realized that the two figures had been scanning her all over, from head to toe. Amaris felt heat rise throughout her body, face raging with a feverish tint. She awkwardly avoided the blue eyes on her and stared anywhere else.

Integra catching Amaris' reaction smirked, finding the girl interesting. "Do you know why you're here Amaris?" She asked in a smooth voice, cutting through the silences. She placed her half smoked cigar on a silver ash tray.

The girl tilted her head in thought. "Well... now that you mention it." All she had been told was the Head of Hellsing wanted her attendance, not that the Black Ops looking group gave her much of an option. They practically kidnapped her. She was rushed onto a plane with whatever luggage she managed to carry. Well maybe kidnapped was farfetched, it implies she needed to be missing and be missed. Amaris shook her head softly. "I don't."

Integra placed her elbows on the desk, gloved fingers intertwining. Those icy blues narrowed, making brows wrinkle in the middle. "You are here to replace me in the future and secure the Hellsing legacy."

Amaris stopped breathing as she went into shock. Brown eyes widened and her lips parted, head slightly shaking in disbelief. "N-no... that's in no way possible." Her voice trembled slightly. "Like replace as in inherit? That kind of replace?" she couldn't believe any of this. Was it all a bad joke?

Integra snickered, she expected this sort of reaction. "Of course that's what I mean."

"But isn't there like.. you know someone better suited for something like that?" Amaris suggested in panic.

"No." The woman answered instantly. "You are the sole candidate."

The girl blinked at Integra, the disbelief still present but senses began to return. "And why is that? I'm not even a true Brit."

"But you are of British decent, aren't you?" Integra asked.

Amaris hummed in thought. "Well yes but i mean." She sighed in frustration, this is all too much. "I really don't understand why me of all people?" She said innocently with soft voice.

The woman shifted back into her chair, sitting straight. "Amaris," she began, "I understand this is much to take in but my decision is clear. You are by far the most significant option."

The girl narrowed eyes on Integra , feeling there was something missing in this entire conversation. As if the elephant in the room wasn't being acknowledged. "You still haven't answered my question to why me, specifically. " Her voice no longer carried the meekness, there was a hint of fire.

"Certainly," Integra smirked, keeping blue eyes on the girl, never drifting. "It's because you know of the true existence of vampires and know how to kill them."

Amaris felt her heart drop. Her lips begin to quiver from the fear creeping inside her, a lump in her throat didn't seem to want to leave. It suddenly felt hard to breath, she parted her lips to say something. "Y-yes... I do have um experience in that field." Amaris said quietly as dropped her bag carefully on the marble floor.

Integra raised a brow, curious to what the girl was up to. Watching as Amaris lifted her black fitted sweater, revealing three long claws that had fainted into scars. Since the girl's skin was a creamy brown, the white faint was all the more visible.

"I was 10 when it happened, the vampire killed my father and brother before my mother cut its head off." she said with a mix of bitter and sadness in her voice. Mind flashed unwanted memories, making the already healed scars throb.

Amaris released the fabric, allowing it to fall. "After that, my mother became a lone hunter. Going from city to city, killing any vampire we came across." she grabbed onto the gold locket around her neck with pained eyes. "Carmilla Ferose was my mother's name."

The girl's family history seemed interesting to the Hellsing woman, but she couldn't help to feel something was missing in this story. "Where's your mother now?" she asked, only to see pain in Amaris' eyes again. This pain as different, it was the pain of sorrow and grief.

"She was killed." the girl finally said, bringing shock to both adults.

"How?" Integra demanded.

Amaris was hesitant to ask the question, it wasn't a memory she was proud of. She still has nightmares about it at times. Her mother haunts her dreams constantly. the girl took a deep breath and parted her shivering lips. "She got bitten while protecting me on a hunt one night and before turning into a Morte she made me kill her before the transformation was complete."

Morte, french for to be dead. Is what the French - Canadians called those who were bitten by a vampire and become a blasphemous undead creature. A walking corpse. The term differs in other cultures and folklore. Some call them ghouls, zombies, Strigoaica, but it has the same concept.

Integra let out a breath, not surprised. In their line of work situations like that often occurred.

Taking a look at the girl, you wouldn't think Amaris was the killing type. Big brown innocent eyes, a baby face that made her look younger when she's in her twenties. The only thing was she had the body of a mature woman, still, it can't match the horrors she went through. Integra could be sure of that, even more, she was sure Amaris was the right person for this role.

"How many vampires have you killed?" Integra asked with genuine curiosity.

The girl bit her bottom lip, eyes glanced up as she mentally tried to count her kills. "I can't put a figure on it."

"Try to, give me an estimate."

Amaris hummed. "Okay I guess if I had to roughly call it. Maybe around 100 give or take?"

"Where did you travel?"

"Coast to coast."

"In Canada? Or America?"

"In the continent."

More than a 100 vampires? It shocked Integra to learn that many were lurking around in North America.

"Alone or while your mother was still alive."

"Both, I've been on my own since sixteen."

"I see, so that means you're still a virgin then." the woman's blunt question made Amaris blush right red.

Integra chuckled. "I'll take that as a yes." She folded her arms, a devilish smirk played across her lips. "Walter be sure to finalize the adoption paperwork." The woman ordered sternly.

The elder man nodded, a smile on his face as well. "Yes Sir Integra, right away."

Amaris' eyes darted in confusion between the two adults. "Adoption?"

"Of course, You're going to be my new baby sister." Integra stated with a grin.

Bewildered, Amaris blinked at the woman. She was so amazed yet surprised at the same time. So much was happening so fast, her head was spinning and she felt a massive headache coming on. Before she could say a word, Integra continued her list of commands.

"Also Amaris, it seems you were unable to complete your secondary education. You will finish here. All the paperwork and transfers should be done by the end of the week. I won't tolerate any slacking or troublesome behavior. You will also attend military training and join the ranks. In addition, you will spend some time with me to instruct you on how to run the Hellsing Organization, along with its...assets. You will not speak a word of whatever is discussed in this estate, all Hellsing information is classified. Am I understood Amaris?" Integra laid the law down.

Leaving the poor girl to only do one thing, nod. "Yes Integra, understood." she said with a slight smile. Amaris could already feel the work just waiting for her. The girl couldn't help but wonder what these assets were. All she knew is that it had to be vampire related somehow, Amaris wouldn't be surprised if it was vampires. Wasn't there a rumour about that? "Good, I expect a lot from you Amaris. Do not let me down." The woman said with high regards, she was being honest. Without Amaris, Hellsing would go under after her rule with Integra having no children and other family, this girl was not only her last hope but organization and its legacy as well. There is much weight placed on the brown eyed girl's shoulders, Integra hoped her teaching and knowledge can help Amaris for the future. Not to mention get her to deal with those two.

"Welcome to the family, Amaris Ferose or should I say Amaris Hellsing."