A/N: A little story I decided to make after I started watching, Hellsing and Hellsing Ultimate, I hope you enjoy this story, I think its one of my better ones. Don't own the original, so, yeah…. enjoy.


Nightwatch: I

From the bodies blood is shed

Soon the ghouls become undead

"So that's your field report," Integra said, clearly annoyed with Alucard's less than professional approach. He had been warned that having already been attacked once by the Iscariot Organization, the vampire they were targeting was on high alert. But instead, Alucard had gone in guns blazing and scared him off. Now he was on a private jet going towards the United States.

"So what? It's not like we can't chase him. I'm just as angry as you are, I didn't even get a chance to see what he's made of. From my point of view, it would probably be mostly blood and cowardice." Sighing audibly, Integra took a second to collect herself before responding. "Well if what you said is true, about him going to the United States, then we aren't able to chase him. Our jurisdiction ends in international waters." Chuckling, Alucard grinned into the phone, "Like that's ever stopped us before."

Shaking her head, Integra responded, "Well it's stopping us now. The reason we don't do many missions in America - if not any - is because the organization there would love a chance to try and kill someone like you." Raising an eyebrow, Alucard licked his lips at the thought, "Well then, if they try anything like that, I'd just kill them." Slamming her fist down on the desk, Integra glared into the phone, nearly shouting, "And that's the type of cocky attitude that gets you ripped to shreds every mission!"

"Don't doubt the power of the Nightwatch Foundation. If I've heard the stories correctly, they have a ruthless leader, and a just as ruthless hunter under contract there by the name of Marshal Hopkins. I don't doubt your powers, Alucard, but if the rumors about him are true, then he has just as big a reputation as you do."

United States

As the car drove up in front of the building, a man in a tux exited the vehicle, talking on the phone and smoking a cigarette. Shutting the door behind him, he blew a cloud of smoke as he responded to the caller, "So its our job to clean up the Brits' mess again. At this point, you might as well call them incompetent." Taking another drag at the cigarette, he listened as the person on the other end replied, "I wouldn't call them incompetent. If Sir Integra ever found out what we called her Organization, no jurisdiction in the world would stop her from sending her best here."

Smirking into the phone, the man scratched his unshaven cheek, saying, "Ah yes, the supposed Pet 'Vampire', Alucard the Great," putting stress on Vampire, obviously not believing the story. "Might have to go to England myself to see if its true, get a fight in if I have the time for it." Shaking his head, the caller replied, "Believe them or not, if the rumors are true then he's got just as much a reputation as you do. I wouldn't try fighting him."

"Now would you please focus on your mission, Mr. Hopkins. You have a party to crash and a special guest to 'meet'… and give them a little present from the Nightwatch Foundation."

Grinning, Marshal responded, his voice becoming husky at the thought of hunting another vampire, "You got it, boss." Closing the phone, he slipped it into his pocket as he took another heavy drag at the cigarette, finishing it off. Tossing the butt into a trash can, he reached into his pocket for another one, completely bypassing the opened box. Taking out a fancier container, he sifted through it, and took out the second one. Fumbling with his lighter, he tried several times to light it as he walked towards the building and crowd of people hoping to enter. Showing the guard a pass, he was shown to the front of the line and began walking towards the front door.

As he finally managed to get the cigarette lit, a bellhop stepped in front of him, barring his entrance. Annoyed, he looked down and said, "What's the matter? Get the hell out of my way." Shaking his head, the bellhop responded, "I'm sorry sir, but there's no smoking allowed inside." Pointing to a sign behind him, it clearly labeled the building as a no smoking area. Sighing, Marshal took the cigarette out of his mouth and stuck it in the sand.

Entering the building, Marshal took a second to look around. Tables lined with fancy dishes were set to the edge of the room, people dressed similar to him milled around the center of the room, and a grand staircase dominated the other side of the large chamber. Glancing towards the ceiling, he could see emergency water sprinklers past the chandeliers and lights, just in case of fire. "Hmm," Marshal thought, thinking ahead, "So that's why there's no smoking allowed." Looking around, he could see in one of the corners, tucked away behind an ice sculpture, a service door. Making his way through the crowd, he snuck behind the sculpture and discreetly opened it and entered without anyone noticing.

Walking in the dimly lit room, he glanced around until he found a door that said "Roof Acces". Moving towards it, he tried opening it, but it wouldn't budge. Sighing, he took out a lockpick and after a bit of tinkering, was finally able to open the door. Walking through it, he began making his way up the stairs, until finally he reached another door that said "Roof". Pushing it open, he came out onto the roof of the two story building and glanced around. Seeing the water tower, he was about to go towards it, but he heard a cough from behind.

Turning, a security guard stood behind him, obviously annoyed. Pulling a cigar out of his coat lapel, he began to light it as he said, "So, fine evening, isn't it?" Sighing in annoyance, the guard replied, "Sir, guests are not allowed onto the roof of the building. I'm going to have to ask you to either go back downstairs or leave the function." Marshal simply shook his head. Putting the cigar to his lips, he spoke while holding it in his teeth, "You see, I've got some business to attend to up here, so I'm going to have to ask you to leave… or at least take a little nap."

As he said it, he blew a puff of smoke from the cigar into the guard's face. As he inhaled, he could already feel the effects of the drug hindering his mind. Reaching out towards Marshal, the guard quickly fell to his knees as he grasped at his Marshal's wrist. And soon even that turned limp as he fell to the floor, unconscious.

Dropping the cigar, Marshal stomped it out, making sure not to breathe in any of the lingering smoke. Stepping away from his handiwork, he made his way towards the water tower. Climbing the ladder to the service entrance, he made sure that the tower was actually connected to the building. "Don't wanna screw that up twice," he thought, remembering the last time he did this. Opening the hatch, he looked in, making sure there was plenty of water in the tower. Pulling out a rosary, he closed his eyes and began muttering in Latin over it. Finished, he tossed the rosary into the water. Closing the hatch behind him, he made his way back towards the stairs, walking down them and finally out of the service door and back into the dance hall.

As he entered, he looked down at his wristwatch. Seeing the time, he looked towards the grand staircase as a bell wrung outside. As it rang, the room got quiet as someone came to the edge of the staircase. "Ladies and Gentlemen," the speaker said, drawing everyone's attention onto himself, "I'd like you all to be introduced to our special guest… Leonardo Maxwell!" As he said it, the room was filled with clapping and applause as the man of the hour walked down the stairs. Narrowing his eyes, he gazed on at the figure coming down the stairs. "He's made everyone believe he's some bigshot actor," he thought, slowly making his way towards him, "That clever son of a bitch has got some talent if he's made this many people believe him."

As he finally neared him, he could make out the crimson irises that marked him as a Vampire, and he licked his lips, grinning as he drew closer. Reaching out his hand, he approached him, saying, "Good evening Mr. Maxwell, I just wanna say that I loved you in whatever the hell movie you say you were in." Obviously having not heard the last part, Leo shook his hand, replying, "Ah, yes. Thank you so much. Are you a fan of my work?" Taking out another cigarette, Marshal lit it, smirking at the Vampire, saying huskily, "Very much so."

Nervously laughing, the Vampire said, "Uh, I do believe that there is no smoking allowed in the building." Chuckling, Marshal said smugly back, "Well, I do believe it to be a little too… dry for my tastes." Saying this, he blew a cloud of smoke right into Leo's face, making him begin to hack as the smoke rose towards the ceiling. Reaching the ceiling sprinklers, the smoke culminated around one of them until finally, the alarms began. Flashing red lights flared to life as the ceiling sprinklers began to go off. At first, Leo only reacted with annoyance as the first few droplets landed on his suit. But then that annoyance quickly turned to pain - extremely excruciating pain.

Clasping a hand over his mouth so that he wouldn't scream, he glared at Marshal, who only smirked smugly at him. "Gotcha." Anger turning to terror, Leo lunged past him, without being held back. Pushing through the crowds of yelling people, wondering what was going on, he made his way quickly towards the door. Following closely behind, Marshal pulled out his phone and held the pound symbol until the number "2" button glowed. As he watched Leo exit the building, he pressed the button down and was soon rewarded by the screams of pain coming from outside.

Walking out the door, Leo stood before him, grasping his ears as he tried to block out the high frequency sounds coming from the cigarette Marshal had planted earlier. Smiling as he went towards him, he reached into his coat and pulled out his gun. Loading the silvery Uzi, he trained the sights on Leo, who glanced towards him with fear and resentment in his eyes. Smiling insanely, Marshal waggled his fingers at him and fínally said, "Buh-Bye," as he began unloading into him.

Staggering as each bullet impacted with him, Leo was pushed back against a light post, writhing around in pain. Each new bullet opened a new hole in his body, allowing more and more blood to leak and sputter out of him, until it was gushing out him like a fountain. Marshal kept his eyes locked with Leo's the entire time. Even when he heard people begin to scream behind him he didn't look back: he knew they had already ran.

Finally, as Leo's entire torso and suit were drenched in his own blood, the storm of bullets stopped. Falling to his knees, the rest of his body followed onto the floor, breathing raspilly face-first into the pavement. As he lay there, he heard the footsteps of his hunter draw closer until he knew he was right in front of him. Reaching down, Marshal lifted him by the hair, dragging him to a kneeling position so that he could look him in the eyes.

Licking his lips, he smiled like a kid in a candy store, saying, "And this is always my favorite part." As he said this, he grasped the silver dagger and drove it right through the Vampire's heart. Eyes going wide as the pain registered, those same eyes rolled into the back of his head as the life slowly faded away from them. Falling away from the dagger, Marshal didn't stop the body from hitting the pavement again as it quickly burned away in blue flames.

Pulling another cigarette out of his pocket, he lit it, and drew another breath out of it. Wiping away the blood from his dagger, he walked across the street and towards the readily waiting black sedan. Opening the back door, he slid onto the seat, blowing another cloud of smoke out of the door before closing it. Looking back at him, the chauffeur smiled at him, saying, "Where to, sir?" Sighing, Marshal replied back, "Same place as always, Daniel." As the sedan pulled away from the curb, Marshal looked back and could already see the police and firemen arriving, their lights flashing as they drove towards the building. Vanishing from sight as they pulled around a corner, Marshal turned to look ahead, getting comfortable in his seat.

Looking in the rearview mirror, Daniel stared at Marshal's relection and asked, "So, how was the mission, Mr. Hopkins?" Taking a second to respond, Marshal took a drag at the cigarette, blowing a smoke cloud out of the open window. Shifting in his seat until his feet were propped up on the other seats, he leaned his head back, thinking. Finally, he looked right at Daniel in the rearview mirror and said, without a trace of humor in his tone, "It was boring."