The Vampire King's Princess

Chapter 2: Angel of Death Prt 2

I walked into my uncle's office, like he had asked me too, I knocked on his door, a soft 'come in' allowing me to enter. I opened his door, he was sitting at his desk, a letter placed in front of him. I sat on the chair in front of Uncle's desk, quietly waiting for him to speak. His green eyes glistened with un-fallen tears, he then looked up at me, my brown ones meeting his tearful gaze.

"Do you know how you got your middle name(s)?" he asked, his voice lightly cracking, I shook my head. "Your mother's name was Elizabeth and Victoria is the name of the Queen of England. Whom you are related too, Viola. your mother is the half sister of Queen Victoria of England. Which makes you half royalty. My brother, your father, was the guard that helped Elizabeth escape to America, here, where they said their vows and had you." He then held up the letter, I gently took it from him. "In that letter contains your birth certificate, signed by Arthur Hellsing, the head of an organization called 'Hellsing'. They also kill vampires and ghouls." I opened the envelope, carefully, and slowly read the letter.

"Dear Viola Meyers, I have read every single one of your reports on the hundreds of vampires you've killed. You've impressed me, since you are the youngest vampire hunter and killer in all of history. I also know about you being part royalty, my father and myself being with your parents when you were born. My father, Arthur, was your godfather, making us godsisters, since you are underage, and I am your legal gradian, you must come live with me and take over the Hellsing organization when I am gone. By the time you read this a helicopter will be waiting for you. Sincerely, Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing."

After I finished reading the letter, the distant sound of a helicopter could be herd from outside the church. I stood up, looked out the window and saw it coming faster and faster. I looked back at my uncle, he held a rosary up, the beads blood red and a cross dancing as it moved. He placed the rosary around my neck, the cross resting between my breasts and on the outside of my shirt. He then wrapped his arms around me and I, him.

"May god protect and guide you on your journey and in the future, Viola." Uncle Max kissed the top of my head, I walked out of his office, walked to my room and began packing.

A knock sounded at my door, I turned to see two men dressed in suits and tinted sunglasses, hiding the color of their eyes. I placed my father's bible in my bag, swinging it over my shoulder and lightly nodding to the men. The three of us made our way towards the waiting helicopter, I jumped inside, putting the headset on and making our way towards London, England.

"When we get to the mansion," the man to my right began, "you'll be brought to your room, change into your hunter's uniform and meet with Sir Integra." I nodded.

"You'll want to get some sleep," the man across from me began, "it's going to be a long flight." I took to his advice, leaned my head against the wall and closing my eyes, letting my tiredness consume me.