Family Blood

Prologue

Boogie Man

Well this is a new one. I've had this idea for a while and have been trying to keep in my head and not write until later. Well, I guess you can say I failed on that one. But, this is a AU fic with playing on the idea that what if Integra was not the one to control Alucard. What if someone else became the master of monsters?

A/N: To those of you that read my fanfiction. You know I'm not the fastest updater but that will probably change a bit. I was also writing Slayers fanfics as well. But, I've just lost inspiration on that subject. Part of how I have inspiration is to read other's fiction. That well has dried up there and so I'm just going to stick with Hellsing fanfiction for now. So hopefully (unless life decides to start kicking my ass) my Hellsing fics will be updated quicker.

She tossed in her sleep. She was having the nightmare again and she knew it. 'Mommy,' she called out in her dream as she relived the worst moment of her life.

She tossed again as the nightmare continued to swirl out of control in her mind. She could see as the men beat her mother. They had broken into the house for something and now they had turned to violence. She had hidden in the closet but the door had not fully close so she watched as the men viciously beat her mother because her family was not rich. She huddled under a coat and tried to stay still like her mother had instructed her to do. She kept herself from crying out, no matter how bad she wanted to scream she would not because, her mother had told her not to. She watched horrified as her mother fell to the floor in a puddle of her own blood. The blood ran on the floor towards the closet as the coppery smell of it hit her nose. She wanted to throw up, she wanted to cry, she wanted to scream but she could not because she knew they would find her. After a few more minutes of agonizing horror before the men left. She waited for a long minute before she crawl out of the closet, tears falling from her eyes as she crawled towards her mother. She stopped next to her and began to shake her mother's shoulder while asking, "Mommy...Mommy? Mommy please wake up."

Her mother did not answer and did not move as she continued to shake. After a few moments she realized that her mother was not waking up and she began to cry. She rocked back and forth as she pulled her knees to her chest and cried into them. She did not know what else to do but rock and silently cry as she stayed by her mother. "Mommy...mommy...mommy," was all she could say.

Seras shot up in her bed as a cold sweat broke over her body. She looked at her window as the nightmare continued to swirl through her mind. So vivid and yet so distant at the same time. She could not keep the tears from forming on her eyes. The memories that still haunted the the young ten year old would not go away no matter what she tried. She continued to stare out the window as the drapes blew in the night breeze and the full moon shown into her room. She could not help but notice that the light cast from the moon seemed almost red in its coloration and seems like a wave of blood that slowly crawled across the room as the night went on. Seras hiccupped as she tried to keep herself from crying about what she had dreamed. After a moment she wiped her eyes and was about to lay back down when she heard what sounded like a whisper. She listened closer and heard a deep voice on the wind, "Why do you cry?"

At that moment Seras felt something on her bed. She looked to her left to see a person was sitting on the edge of her bed looking away from her. The figure was tall and lanky from what Seras could see from her position on the bed. His back was to her as and all she could see was a shadow of a man that seemed huge in comparison to her small frame. "Who, who are you," she asked in a low voice.

The figure moved slightly as its head turned towards Seras. She saw a red glow from where his eye should have been and then a gleam from a little lower. She heard a deep laughter as the figure replied, "I'm no one important...well at least not yet."

Seras looked at the tall man as he looked at her. They stared at each other for a moment before the man asked, "Will you be the one to release me?"

"What do you mean," Seras asked as she looked back at the man.

The tall man disappeared as Seras watched him fade into nothing. She looked around the room but could not find him no matter how hard she tried. She saw nothing that was out of the ordinary in her room now that the tall man was gone. 'Maybe I should tell daddy about this,' she thought as she got out of bed and moved towards the den of the house.

"I can't take care of her son. I wish I could but you know the reason why I can't bring her to my home," replied an old man that sat in a lounge chair in the modest den of the home.

"I don't know what to do dad. I can't take care of her by myself. My hours are so long that I can't be her to take care of Seras as well," replied a young man as he continued to try and convince his father about his idea.

The man that sat in the lounge chair looked to be quite old. His face was wrinkled with the damaged of time on the body. His hair had left the top of his head long ago but the white bread that came off his chin seemed to be as lively as ever. His hazel-green eyes stared into the fire as he weighted the problem that was before him and his son. The old man rubbed his chin with a gnarled hand as he continued to think on the problem. "You know that she would be in danger if she came to live with me. He would find her if she lived in the mansion. If he found her then he could turn her to his side. We can't have that happen son...no matter how desperate we get," was his answer after thinking over the problem.

The young man looked at his father with a look of shock. The young man looked to be no older than his early thirties. His brown hair was short, almost a military grade buzz cut, seemed totally different from the man that he called father. His brown eyes glared at the old man as he felt anxiety run through his body. He needed to find a good home for his young daughter and yet he knew his father could not be held responsible of her. He knew the family secret but he did not want to give his young Seras up to a foster home. He stood and began to pace as he asked, "Then what can we do. I can't stand to leave her alone this much and I can't teach her about family history."

The old man looked at his son with sad eyes as he could not give the answer his son wanted. "My son. The only way that she can be taken care of by me is if you take over my position in the family. I can't take care of her if I am the head of the family. If you would just give up you career and come back then I could take care of little Seras and teach her the ways of our family."

"I told you I never wanted to take up your position in the family," the son almost shouted.

"Well, then your selfishness will condemn your daughter to a foster home and leave me looking from the side but never able to help her. If you would just reconsider for her sake," the old man pleaded with his son.

"I told you...," the young man was interrupted by the groan of the stairs as Seras appeared at the bottom of the stairs with her thumb in her mouth.

The young man moved to her and hugged the young girl before asking, "Seras what's wrong? Did you have a bad dream dear?"

Seras nodded before taking her thumb out of her mouth and said, "Daddy a weird man was in my bed."

"What do you mean dear," the young man asked.

The old man stood and moved towards his granddaughter quickly while asking, "Tell me child what did this man look like. Was he tall?"

Seras shook her head yes before she replied, "He was really tall and he had a deep voice. And, there was a red glow where his eyes were."

The old man stopped in his tracks as he could feel a heaviness come over him. He knew what had visited his granddaughter and he could not help but be afraid that it had learn about her. He moved towards the young girl before kneeling and taking off a necklace. He place the necklace around her neck which had a strange amulet on the end. The amulet was that of a pentagram with a lot of strange cravings around it. The old man touched Seras' shoulder while saying, "Keep this with you child and the boogie man will not bother you anymore."

Seras smiled at her grandfather as her father picked her up and took her up the stairs while saying, "Let's get you back to bed. You have a long day of school tomorrow."

The old man watched his son and granddaughter go up the stairs and could not help but think, 'God, protect my granddaughter for the devil himself has found her."

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