Raised by the enemy

Ultamate weapon

For eight, long years, Salena trained. Fighting and doing whatever she was told. Her demeanor had changed from the meek little girl Poison eye had brought to the encampment to a cold-hearted woman, capable of killing anything and anyone she was ordered to.

Occasionally, she would 'shadow' Poison Eye on his missions. Killing, haunting, and tracking anything that Hellsing deemed a danger to society. 

Finally, it was time for Salena to have her 'final exams'. She looked at it as just another battle but in truth it was one of the most trying and bloody battles she had ever had for as far as she could remember. It was her against three hellhounds and as it was her graduation exam, she had no help from her mentors or anyone else. Though the fight was long and brutal, Salena's face showed no signs of weakness. Even though she only had three arrows, a bow, and a silver dagger.

She was dressed in the clothes she wore every day, a tight blue, leather jumper, despite this being one of the most important days in any hunter's life. Truth was, Salena didn't care, she just wanted to get it over with and move on to the next stage of her life.

She effortlessly dodged any attack the hounds through at her. Her eyes never once leaving them. Her grace and speed were surpassed by none as she ran, dodged, and landed every hit she possibly could. The battle looked one sided for the most part. That was until one of the hellhounds managed to catch her off guard.

She had just released an arrow from her bow and as it hit one in the eye, another managed to leave a wide gash on her left forearm. As she dropped the bow, her eyes flashed red and her fangs elongated. The blood loss paired with the fact that she hadn't eaten in roughly a week should have killed her, or at least that's what Hellsing thought but instead it appeared to make her stronger and faster.

With a speed faster than the human eye can detect, she tore into the hounds' throats, dispatching them one by one. As the final one fell limp on the ground, drained of all its blood, Salena stood tall in the middle of the training grounds, spitting the last of the blood onto the ground.

Her wounds appeared to knit themselves together as the council of hunters began to file into the clearing, one by one, applauding as they neared Salena.

"Salena, from this day forward, you will be called Black Rose. You are as deadly as the poisonous black thorns but as beautiful and gracious as a rose." Poison eyes said as he walked up to his student to pat her on her back for another job well done.

As the other council members walked up, Salena kneeled on one knee and lowered her head to look at the floor below her, showing her respect to the ones that not only practically raised her but was in charge of the order she was now a part of. "Understood your most highly esteemed hunters." she said and waited to be acknowledged to stand up properly.

When Hellsing finally joined the group, he sat upon a seat that could be mistaken for a throne at the front of the clearing and cleared his throat, " You may stand now," he said in his usual disdainful manner to her, " I must admit, Salena," he said shocking everyone for his use of her name for the first time ever, "you have by far surprised me as far as fighting these creatures, who like you are an danger. But unlike you, their danger lies to humans while yours lies to them. But I disagree with her name. Yes, she is a rose amongst us with her special gifts, but as she is still one of them, I prefer Blood Rose, so I suggest that we hold a vote. Those that prefer Blood Rose say 'aye'."

The whole council, even Poison Eye said "Aye" making it an anonymous vote for Blood Rose. "All right, with that bit of formalities covered, let’s get down to business. Blood Rose, we have called forth this meeting to discuss your first mission. Normally, we would have you shadow another hunter for five years prior to you going on your own but in light of the circumstances and seeing as you have scored far higher on all your exams then anyone after the late Hellsings, you will be on your own."

"By circumstances, you mean the unlucky fact that I was turned," She thought but nodded her head, just the same, acknowledging that she had heard and understood. "Yes, your honor. I understand." she said aloud.

"Your mission is to trail and stop, if necessary, a band of vampires in Florida. The details on who and exactly where is in that manilla envelope," said Lalitha, a lady who had been more like a mother to Salena the whole time she was with the hunters.

"Understood, milady. Is there anything I should be aware of?" she replied.

"All the information you will need is in the manila envelope on the table in front of you. Now go and get ready." Scarlet Thorn said before sneering and turning away. Salena knew the woman never liked her but still had no idea why.

Salena nodded one more time and, after grabbing the envelope, she quickly and gracefully turned on her heels and walked briskly toward the manor, but before she could even leave the field, a voice called out to her and she turned to see who it was.

It was Jackson, a boy who had trained with her countless times and who had apparently had a crush on her. "Wait Salena... I mean Blood Rose. Hold up." he shouted and Salena listened, waiting for him to reach her.

"Yes, Jackson?" she asked in a monotone like voice.

He held out a wrapped gift. "I just wanted to congratulate you on your graduation to huntress and ask you if you would like to go out with me."

"Thanks, but I can't. I have a mission."

"Maybe after your mission?"

"Maybe."

"Yes! I mean at least it's not a no, right. Well, I best let you prepare for your mission. By the way, that gift might come in handy for it, Well, see you later." Jackson said before running in the other direction.

After that, Salena carried her present briskly to her room to read over the information and pack what she believed she would need based on what she was given.

#

Salena's room was a small room with just enough room for her bed and dresser but it was attached to a walk-in closet that was big enough to hold her personal weapons. She didn't have many cloths, but she was fine with that. She wasn't one for fashion or material things anyway. All she carried about anymore was protecting the innocent and weak at any cost.

She decided to open the present first. Slowly removing the bow as to not damage it and then the paper. Carefully releasing the tape as to not tear the paper.

Once it was done, she had revealed a double ended twin blade dagger with a rose on the handle. Salena allowed herself to smile a little as she tested the balance. Finding it in perfect condition for fights.

Then she opened the envelope as she plopped down on her bed and began reading the information given to her. It included all the names of the vampires she would be trailing, their last known location, information on how they feed, what their thought to be weaknesses were, descriptions of them and even their pictures.

Tucking the information into her memory, Salena then got up and went to her closet. She pulled out a sack and began filling it with guns, knives, stakes, and the likes. Making sure to wrap her new blade and place it in there. Anything and everything that she thought may be of use to her was placed in the sack. She then grabbed a few changes of clothes, two wigs, and her make-up case. Being a vampire, she had no need of packing food and Poison eye had told her that he already had the safe house she was going to packed with her 'special' diet.

Once packed, she pulled out her plane ticket from the envelope. One quick glance told her she had three hours to get to the airport, so she decided to get a quick shower first.

She hopped in the shower and quickly washed away the remnants of the fight with the hellhounds. Standing in the warm stream of water just a little longer allowing her muscles to relax just a bit. When she stepped out, you wouldn’t believe that she had ever so much as broken a nail with how flawless her perfectly pale skin was. Once dressed in her tight, blue leather one-piece outfit, she hopped in her mustang, throwing her bag on the backseat, and took off to the airport.

#

Several hours later, Salena's plain finally touched down in Miami, Florida. According to her GPS system, she was just 30 minutes from the last known whereabouts of the gang of vampires she was sent to tail. They apparently disliked brunettes, so she decided to wear the wig with long, curly, red hair. She ran into the bathroom and came out wearing her red wig, green/gold contacts, red lipstick, smokey eyeshadow, a red short skirt and halter top, and long black high heeled boots. She pulled out her fake ID with red hair.

"Apparently, tonight I'm Susan Smith. A Secretary at Bonita Fashions Inc. and I love Pina coladas and long nights at the club." she thought to herself as she pulled down her sunshades and walked out of the airport hailing a cab and heading to Club Tipico Dominicano, which was supposedly a favorite spot for the gang.

Four hours later, Salena was beginning to get bored waiting on the group of vampires to show up when one of them slid up on the seat next of her with a smirk on his face.

"Why, hello beautiful lady, did it hurt when you fell? Because, I swear you must be an angel." he said.

"I am far from an angel, sugar. Trust me." Salena replied trying not to gag on the cheesiness of the comment while she took in his features and pretended to be embarrassed by the comment.

He was handsome enough, alright, with his dark hair, hazel eyes, and five o'clock shadow, but he didn't appear to be a vampire even in the slightest. His buddies, however, where vampires.

"Oh, you're more interested in my gang then me, huh, Princess." He said.

"My name is Susan, not 'Princess' or 'Angel' and I was just trying to see what kind of people you hung with Mr...." she said letting the last part hang so he would know that he hadn't told her his name.

"Well, Mrs. Susan, my name is William, but you can call me Volk, and these are my friends; Tristan, Denis, Lucky, and Turtle," he said each one nodding as he said their name.

"I am not married Volk," she said smiling up at him until she noticed that the drink in his hand was in fact her jack and coke and he had in fact downed it like it was water. Then, her face clouded over in anger. "Hey, that was my drink! I'm warning you Mister William, if you don't get me a new drink in the next ten seconds, I will beat not only your arse but you friends' too." She said accidently letting her irish accent slip.

The others in the group started to laugh until they saw the anger in her eyes and Volk lifted his hand up, apparently signaling his buddies. Not even a moment had passed and everyone in the group, besides Volk, was holding out their drinks.

 "Take your pick." he said while smiling at her.

With a smirk she licked her lips and pretended to think a moment while looking at the different drinks before her being offered., "Yours, after all, it’s only fair since you drank mine." 

"But, his...." started the one named Lucky but he was cut off by a sharp glare from Volk as he handed her his drink.

"This, my friends shall be the beginning of a long and prosperous friendship with the beautiful Susan." Volk said lifting a shot of vodka and waiting for the others to click their glasses to his and said, "Za Vstrechu," before downing it and clanking it on the table.

" Ah, so you're Russian?" Salena asked, "what exactly does that toast mean?"

"It means 'to our meeting' and as you said arse and not ass, I assume you're irish." Volk replied.

"Admittedly, I am unsure. You see I don't know my real parents but an irish accent and speaking Gaelic come as naturally to me as breathing.

The group hung out with and partied with Salena for five hours straight, with each of them trying to match each other shot for shot until it was just Volk and Salena. But by then, the club was closing. Luckily, not once did Salena blow her cover. But she was getting tired and in her unnecessary rush to get to the place, she forgot to scope out her safehouse or figure out exactly how to get there. And by this time, Salena's unusually high metabolism wasn't even high enough to keep her from being drunk anyways.

"Susan, may I ask that you accompany me home tonight?" Volk asked her kindly and even though it most likely wasn't the most ethical, she thought it was the luckiest and smartest move. After all, what better way to keep an eye on the group then underneath their leader's roof?

#

Salena woke up the next day with a start. It was yet another nightmare from the day her whole life changed, and she had a feeling that her life would change again, soon.

She pulled out her phone and dialed Poison Eye's number to check in with him and let him know how everything was going.

"Good-evening Blood rose, there's a change to your mission. Nothing big or to drastic, really, we just want you to become one of the gangs and tail them for five years or until we tell you to kill them. Whichever comes first. Drop the façade of Susan and just be yourself, gain their trust and check-in daily."

"Yes sir," she said before hanging up just in time for Volk to walk-in the door of the room she was in.

"Who was that, Susan?"

"That was my adoptive dad and I have a confession to make."

"Uh-Oh, what's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing to bad, just, I lied. My name is Salena, not Susan."

"I figured that Susan wasn't your real name and I understand why your lied. I mean a whole group of men that you didn't know came up to you and started talking to you, out of the blue. If it was me, I would do the same."

"Thank-you for understanding."

"But, please no more lies. I like you. I really do Salena."

"You don't really know me."

"Well, let’s fix that. I'm taking you to dinner in one hour. Get ready and wear this," he said handing her a wrapped parcel and leaving out of the room.

Salena unwrapped the parcel revealing a beautiful aqua, floor-length dress that looked like it would fit her body like a glove and had a slit up the left side to about thigh height. She smiled and quickly took a shower and changed into it pulling on a pair of black high heels to pair it with. Taking her wig off, her long black hair spilled down her back to her lower back. She left it down and put on her black cross necklace. Her final touch was light, natural-looking make-up.

It took her about thirty minutes to get completely ready so she decided that she would use the remainder of her time to explore where she was staying.

She slipped out of the room she slept in and walked down the hall. She noted that two rooms down from her room was a library and across from that was a soundproof entertainment room. Just down the hall from there was a doorway to the attic and a little further was the stairs to downstairs where she heard talking from.

She slowly crept down the stairs eavesdropping on the conversation, thankfully for her enhanced hearing.

"No, I don't think she means any of us any harm." came Volk's voice.

"But, Salena lied about her name and I'm sure she is a whore." came Turtle's voice.

"Explain her bag of weapons," came a voice she didn't recognize.

"I can't" came a defeated sounding Volk's voice just as she had made it to the kitchen where the voices came from.

Salena cleared her throat to allow them to know she was there and shook her head. "You should be ashamed of yourselves talking about a lady behind her back. Here, allow me to explain myself. I lied about my name for the same reason that I have that bag of 'weapons' as you call it. I grew up in Louisiana and those 'weapons' I found in my home so out of fear, I fled here to Miami in hopes that I could hide from my ex." She said making it seem like it was real by thinking about her dead mother causing her to cry. "I thought Shaun loved and accepted me as a vampire but apparently he just wants me dead." 

Volk growled before running up to Salena and wrapped his arms around her and glared at the others in the room. "See, I told you guys Salena meant us no harm. Look at this you made her cry and all she was trying to do was hide from a possible hunter. She is one of us not them now apologizes to her." He said, more like growled.

"Sorry," they all said at once but the guy she had yet to know didn't seemed fazed at all. In fact, he seemed like he didn't believe her one bit, nor did he seem sorry.

She faked a little sniffle, "I... it’s ok," she said and then put on a strained smile and faked a laugh, " Oh, my gosh, I messed up my make-up! I need to go fix it."

"No need," Volk said, "You're beautiful without it. Besides, if we don't get going, we'll be late for our reservations." Then, he ushered her out the door and into his blue Chevy Silverado.

"Where are we going?" Salena asked.

"Prohibition Restaurant and Speakeasy." 

After that, the rest of the ride was silent but not even the least bit awkward.

#

It took maybe a total of five minutes for them to be seated even so they were 30 minutes early for their reservation at nine thirty. The waiter, however, was nervous and acting extremely fidgety especially around Salena.

"Ma'am w... what would you l....like to do...drink?"

"Just a sweet tea and I would like a Rustic Greek salad and a lobster cocktail but please put the sauce on the side." Salena said.

Volk cleared his throat, " I will have the same and to add to it, you to stop googling my girlfriend," he said, and the waiter gulped and scurried away.

"Girlfriend? Since when was I your girlfriend?" 

"I'm sorry, I just don't like how he was ogling you." Volk said with a slight blush.

"Oh my, are you blushing, Mr. William?"

"I am not!"

Salena then began giggling just before the waiter came back with their drinks and salads. They began eating in silence before Volk decided to break the silence by asking Salena more about herself.

"So, where are your family?"

"My mother's dead, I never knew my father and my adopted parents are currently in New Orleans," she said and looked away.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you upset."

"No, no, I was a child when she died."

"Ok."

After that, they finished the rest of their meals in silence and headed back to Volk's mansion.