Well, it's me, Sypher. I've lost any and all muse for The Legend of Zelda: The One-Winged Angel, so it's discontinued. When/If I do finally pick it up again, it'll probably be completely redone, as I have improved, or I would like to think so. Haha.

Anyways, this fic is the spawn of a question, what class of a servant would Hellsing's Alucard be? I thought it would either be a Berserker, or an Archer. However, that thought eventually evolved to "What if Integra sent Alucard over to Japan for the 5th Holy Grail war?" thus, this fic was born.

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It was quiet. It was quiet, cold, cloudy, and overall a dreary day in London. Rain occasionally made its way to the earth below, drenching anyone caught in the precipitation. As such, the streets weren't as packed as they normally were. Cars didn't honk their horns and speed through the streets. It was a dreary day just to stay at home with those you value. That was in fact, what many were doing on this cold, lifeless day in England. Well, everyone save on rather large estate.

The estate in question was none other than the Hellsing Manor. Its gray walls seemed to match the sky as the once shining clear windows were patted by the cold rain. The Wild Geese even stayed inside the manor this time. Perhaps it was just their desire not to be inside the mansion. They couldn't be blamed. No one wanted to be outside in this weather. Not that it was severe, or dangerous, or anything of the sort. Rather, it was just… depressing to those who looked out the window to see the sky.

Of course, the weather which had brought down so many moods was of no concern to the owner of the illustrious manor, Integra Hellsing. Integra Hellsing was charged with the eradication of vampires in England by the Queen herself. Of course, such a vote of confidence from her majesty clearly indicated that the young Hellsing was very good at what she did. This was no understatement in the least. Although she rarely took part in the field, she played the most integral part. She handled all the affairs, all the paperwork, all the applications, every single thing that wasn't involved with the field, she took charge of. Such a burden would crush a lesser woman, but she was far stronger.

Her office, which was large and full of artifacts, seemed dim. She barely had any light in the large room, save for a lamp on her desk to fill out paperwork. The desk, large and finely crafted of beautiful mahogany, had papers scattered all over the wood, with occasional spots where neatly stacked piles rested. The windows, large and easily bulletproof, gave her a clear outlook upon the grounds on which she lived. The air had a slight scent of good brand cigars. The floor, wooden with a polish so well done one could see their own reflection in it. Integra had a beautiful office, even more elaborate than most corporate heads.

Sitting in the chair behind the desk was none other than the head of Hellsing herself, Integra Fairbook Wingates Hellsing. Normally she'd be seen working on the paperwork, filling out each form quickly and precisely. That was not the case this day. Rather, she was staring at something, or someone. Her long blonde hair neatly out of her face as it rested on her shoulders. Her stern blue eyes filled with a tone of firm command, guarded by a rather large pair of circular glasses. Her hands, wrapped in white gloves, were entwined with each other as her elbows rested on two open spots on her desk. Covering her body was a dark green suit with black dress shoes, giving her an extremely professional look. Her right leg, rather than resting with the sole of her foot on the ground, was instead resting over her left leg. In her mouth was a cigar, which he subconsciously chewed on as the lit end would occasionally push out a few puff of smokes from her exhaling. Her eyes remained concentrated on the familiar form in front of her, who had been keenly listening for her words.

The person, who stood but a few feet away from her desk, was Integra's loyal vampiric servant, Alucard. Easily standing above 6 ft, Alucard seemed to be a dark and mysterious figure. His raven black hair hanging lazy in his face, just out of the way of his piercing, cruel eyes, reflecting a hue of orange which seemed to stare at Integra, a slightly bored expression on his undead features. His skin tone, much more pale than the average human seemed to give him a specter like appearance, though he was not a ghost. He wore a very high class 1800s style of coat, the color blood red. Under the coat, seemed to be a black dress shirt, complimenting the afore mentioned coat. His hands, covered in white gloves like his master, seemed to have a strange type of marking on each glove. These actually had more than visual value; rather, they acted as restraints against his vast power. His lower half, wearing black slacks with black boots, causing a dark blend of colors, gave him the look of royalty. His features changed at Integra's expression in her eyes. Turning from boredom to excitement, his lips twitched, slowly forming itself into his trademark sadistic grin. His eyes, which moment before had seemed lifeless, seemed to light up with a glint of mischief forming in his pupils.

"Are you sure it's begun again, after such a short rest from the previous war?" Alucard asked the woman in front of him. His voice was deep and suave, very calm with an air of confidence. Most women who did not know of his race would fall over themselves for someone like Alucard.

"It came straight from the Queen, Alucard. This war is meant to be an extremely secret event. However, the Holy Grail was found in England, so if there is anyone in the world who would know of this war's existence other than those intimately involved in it, it would be her majesty." Integra explained, sighing. Her voice was stern with an aura of command. She definitely held authority, as he voice matched such authority. To those around her, her requests were at times, taken as orders. Her words inspired those around her to great effect.

Alucard had kept his grin throughout her quick explanation. Truthfully, he read her mind, despite how much it annoyed her. It was one of his seemingly endless arsenal of powers. He had gathered everything before she spoke it. Every single detail was etched into his undead mind. The Holy Grail war had begun again. This time was different though, rather than the usual 60 years, this wait was merely 10. What had caused such a quick return? It didn't matter, for Alucard knew exactly what this war was. He had desired to take part in it the last war, but he wasn't allowed to. The reason was simply because Integra was too young for him to leave her alone, and taking her along could have disastrous results. Now though, Integra was fully grown, and Seras could easily keep his master safe. This was finally his chance to join in, invited or not.

"So you want me to join and take the Grail for England, I presume? What could her majesty wish for that she doesn't already have?" Alucard continued the banter with his master. Once again, he read her mind. He knew the answer already, though he doubted she would tell him. Because the question would trace back to the conversation between his master and his queen, he knew what the queen desired immediately. Her majesty desired a new Golden Age for England, one that had not been seen since the days of King Arthur. It seemed a benign enough wish, but humans almost always had an ulterior motive. It was possible she would use the Golden Age as a chance to take the world? Why not just wish for world control then? The answer was obvious. If the queen suddenly became the world's ruler, then suspicions on how such a swift conquest could be done. It had to be done the old fashion way. The entrance of a Golden Age would make this child's play.

"That." Integra paused momentarily, looking at Alucard as she nonchalantly chewed on her cigar. It helped her with the stress by a great deal. The massive amount of paperwork, plus the vampire in front of her gave Integra an inhuman amount of stress. But that was Alucard, a troublemaker. A violent, homicidal, psychotic, sadistic, vampiric troublemaker was what Alucard was at heart, or lack thereof. "That is something that shouldn't concern you." Integra told him. She really didn't know the point of not telling him, the memory of the conversation between her and the queen had briefly found its way into her mind. She knew full well he probably just read her mind and picked up everything he wanted to know. He had a tendency to do that. The reason wasn't really for intelligence, but just to annoy her more than anything. At first, it drove her insane, but over the years, she had grown to expect it, being one step ahead emotionally.

"I don't see why not, master. Nor do I see the point of hiding it. I already know everything about it. She desires a Golden Age, and so shall her wish come true." Alucard kept his grin. He truly loved his abilities. It enabled him to have little unintended gifts granted to him. Such as valuable private information, or little moments such as these when Integra didn't tell him everything. His grin didn't lessen any bit when Integra showed no reaction, not even a furrowed brow. Over the years, she had gotten used to his antics. It seemed he'd have to come up with something new. Oh well, he'd think something up while he was away. He always came up with some new way to annoy his master.

"But what surprises me, master, is that you're letting me go off on my own. Has the master begun to trust her dog to where he no longer needs a leash?" Alucard seemingly mocked her. Although it was not meant to be an insult in the slightest, she was his master. She was a human, but she was his master, if anyone in the world deserved that title, it was definitely the woman sitting in front of him right now. She may have been the descendant of the one who imprisoned him in the services of Hellsing, but he held great respect for Integra. It was because of this he followed her orders, not because he was forced to.

"Actually, Alucard." Integra took a puff of her cigar, exhaling it as a circle of grey smoke seemingly floated out of her mouth. "I'm sending you off because you're dealing with Servants, who just so happen to be the souls of heroes from across time." Integra continued, taking note of the look of sheer psychotic glee that made its way to Alucard's face, brightening his already chilling grin. "Seras is still a fledgling, thus she's not ready for such a battle. I need Walter here to keep me sane, and you're technically the only one we know can handle these Servants." She finally finished her explanation, leaning back slightly as her teeth grinded against the butt of the cigar.

"You give a valid reason as always, master. I suppose I'm off then. Be sure to give Walter and Police Girl my regards. I'll be sure to bring you all something back from Japan. I may even bring back something for 'ze French pig.'" Alucard spoke in his typical way, the last part referring to Pip. He bowed to Integra, complete with movement of his right arm across his chest, the fingertips just a few inches away from his shoulder. It was his own way of acknowledging her hold over the vampire. He gave one last glance to Integra, bidding her a fond farewell as his body began to change shape. Rather than morph into something else however, the blob grew smaller and smaller by the second, disappearing from sight completely. He was on his way to Japan, and should probably be there right about now. Integra sighed once again, alone in her office. Taking another puff of her cigar, she sighed.

What had she unleashed upon the world?

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