If being a vampire wasn’t easy, imagine being a Dhampir — A mixture between two races that simply shouldn't form another form of life. — Yet, you exist. Your existence being the prove of how weird the world can be.

Throughout your childhood, the Foster Homes never took care of you for long enough, as for when your Vampire Characteristics started appearing at a certain age, the other kids started to get scared, point their fingers at you and call you a 'monster'.

Abandoned and rejected by those who you used to think that were your parents, your family, you had no else to go expect waiting for the sweet embrace of death.

.. Or that was the plan, but when one of the Hellsing Organisation members found you, and reported the situation, Integra's interest grew, as she saw you as a potential tool. — And that's how you got involved in this.

At the moment, you were in the Basement Quarters of the Hellsing Organisation, in your bedroom. — The dim lights and the no-color style of the room was something you grew used to as the years passed, it's your 'home' after all.

While you were doing your thing, a uninvited guest lurked in the shadows, watching — Alucard. — He doesn't really seems to mind when or where he is going to appear out of the blue and without any kinda of warning.

"So, do you drink blood or eat Human food?" The well-known and familiar voice speaks from some few meters away, his tone was calm. Yet, there was a hint of a fake-curiosity in his undertone.

He already knew the answer. He just needed a excuse to begin a conversation with you. — In Alucard's eyes, you were pratically a baby, considering you were not even 100 years old yet.

Maybe he really grew fond of you, in a way.