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Part 2: Undesired Changes

A day after the attack. Stoker City Police HQ:

Detective 1: There were numerous stains of blood in the crime scene, where we found the boy, most of them are confirmed to belong to a vampire, but the DNA sequence doesn't match with anyone in the archives, anyone alive, but it matches with the DNA of that shapeless body we found 3 years ago on the sewers, with the exception that it was not from a vampire and that it was male, this one is almost identical with only those 2 exceptions, like if they were twins, and almost as interesting, the knife that the boy was holding had numerous traces of that same blood, whoever he really is, is good enough to fight a vampire. That's all we know of this case, have you sent the info to hellsing and to the government?

Detective 2: yes sir, as  it is protocol when we investigate incidents involving vampires. But that boy, he has no way out of this problem now, hellsing will recruit him, maybe against his will, he is damned to die a horrible death, let's hope it's not in vain 

There was a stream of thoughts running through my head: ''Love, Crimsoon blood, Poison, Eternity, Revenge, Two, Sacrifice, Mother, Ritual, Scarlet, Heresy, Hell, Scar, Madness, Adore, Us''
An alien blood runned  through my veins causing me an indescriptible burning pain beneath my skin, but i couldn't scream, I could only endure it, blissfully my dreamlike state kept me from madening

And then, I woke up to a white light

''He's up'' a strange voice with Irish accent said, the person from whom appeared to belong the voice was dressed in a nurse-like attire, but it was strangely slutty,  the skirt was too short (and to begin, nurses  nowdays didn't used skirts anymore) but the rest of the costume was out of my sight. It looked like your typical halloween costume for women

Fortunately, the thoughts had stopped alongside the burning sensation beneath my skin

''Mr. Middleton'' a different voice said,  this one was masculine in contrast to the other who was femenine and had a strong brittish accent, it sounded deep and thoughtful. With my vision adjusted a doctor and a nurse came into my sight-field. I thought that the nurse might be someone around 25 or more but judging by her appearance she was younger than that, she could be even my age.  She had short raven black hair to a shoulder length and she was wearing heavy amounts of goth makeup, black lips, eyeliner, a lot of eyeshadow and a mortally white pale skin.

Apart from her uniform, she didn't looked like a real nurse. Her expression was estoic and militaristic, like if she was in a trainment camp rather than in a hospital. She looked at me and grabbed smething from the table near her

''Open wide'' she said, her expression completely unchanged. Then she proceeded to rip the bandage of my lips and to force through them something down to my throat. She was a cute girl, and the only characteristic that she knew about me is that i had a horrible gag reflex. Thankfully it was only a gag of cotton, then she put my bandage on without giving me time to breathe

''Dna sample acquired'' she said in the same montone tone. The doctor approached uncomfortably his face to mine. He looked  around his forties and he gave me a smile through his mask. A mop  of light brown hair rested on his head, completely drenched in sweat  like if he had been sweating non-stop all the day.   

''You've had quite the night, Mr.Middleton'' he said in his cheery brittish accent ''You are lucky to be alive, to even open your eyes at all''

He sounded like John Oliver, but only if John Oliver was on crack all the time. I tried to say something bak but my mouth was covered in bandaged. ''oh yes, millie, a mirror please'' said the doctor