Unexpected |A Hellsing Alucard Love Story|

Order 01: Relocate

"The Queen of England herself has requested for you personally"

My cold silver eyes gazes at the letter in my right hand written in elegant cursive handwriting. The fresh blood on my hand stains the note a crimson red, afterall I've just arrived back from a mission involving taking out a group of wendigo's who was causing trouble in one of Washington's national forests.

I sit on a seat inside the oval office and across from me in his seat behind his desk is the president of the United States. Despite receiving the news of being requested by the queen of England herself, my melanin face is devoid of any emotion; a mask I have perfected over the years I've worked for my home country as a top agent who specializes in killing all things supernatural.

And I'm good at is, so much so that I'm consider a deadly force amongst the supernatural world, an emotionless killing machine who has no feelings or remorse in my heart as I silently kills off my victims mercilessly, hence why I've received the infamous title "Lady Death"

Silent as always, silver orbs behind long and dark lashes flicker from the letter to look at the president then to the general, who sits across from me. His suit is a dark forest green, fitted to fit his rather slightly overweight form and the medals that on his upper chest shine proudly in the light of the lit room, his accomplishments out on full display. His hair is short and brown with gray mix in, showing his age with a matching color mustache. Face stern with wrinkles, the crows feet at the corners of his eyes crinkles as he glares down at me as if I'm the filth beneath his very feet. The look on his face expresses his true feelings, he isn't happy nor is he feeling celebratory. To him I'm just an experiment anyway, a mixture between human and demon. He only sees me as a monster just like the rest of them, the only difference is that I'm on their side.

"There's been reports that the vampire attacks has been increasing rapidly all over England" The general brows knit together, lips forming into a grimace "for the queen to ask us personally for help....shit, they must be really desperate"

I remain silent like always. Not giving in my input, not like it would matter anyway. They merely see me as a slave, I'm only meant to silently serve and protect this nation from evil forces of the supernatural.

I have no rights, liberty or pursuit of happiness.

Only meant to take orders and obey. Each and everyday without qualm.

"In two days you will set out for the United Kingdom. Two days should be enough to provide you with the time to get all of your things together. You will be staying there for a while" The president exclaims, face grave and serious "General Grant will be accompany you for the ride and to ensure that you are settle in.. I know that you will do a fantastic job there Layla, you have shown our country that you are dedicated and loyal, willing to protect your fellow citizens from supernatural harm and I expect you to show England that same loyalty while you are there"

"That's only because she is force to do so" The general reminds him, his voice conveying his disgust as he narrows his green eyes at me.

"Don't praise a monster that was specifically trained to do her job sir"

Face still frigid as I'm use to the insults thrown at me by my work colleagues, silently I get up and walk out the office door, knowing that the conversation is over. The president doesn't defend me from the foulness of the general, like always, like routine.

What else did I expect anyway? A change of heart, as if.

I head straight to my room, which is in a deserted hall, off limits to everyone in the white house and away from prying eyes in order to get clean up and start packing up early for my trip to the United Kingdom.