The creature stood at nine feet, its skin tinted silver where it wasn't covered by a well worn, navy blue suit. Raw power was obvious in the toned muscular build, though the man-like being was lean. Golden eyes peered down under black locks that would turn blue in the light when it moved, watching the woman put out a cigar in an ashtray on her desk. It interested the creature to no end how these humans were organized into a force against vampires. They were equal to his own race, though much younger. His kind did not feed from them and did not desire to.

"I never knew that a race like yours existed." Integra reflected the creature in her glasses, still adjusting to his height. "A being that can easily kill the monsters we struggle with. I would like to personally give you an invitation to join us, Mr. Demetrius." Demetrius smiled politely, guarding his serrated teeth behind his lips.

"I will accept, though, with the payment you spoke of when you first proposed this."

"Of course you can have the vampires you encounter. We exterminate them, it doesn't matter how." Hellsing folded her hands on the desk responding with a smile that wasn't as bright. He reminded her of an English gentleman, his manners that is. There was an unearthy magnificence about him that she couldn't describe.

"We currently consist of two officers and a hired group of mercenaries, with one retired officer." She nodded to Walter who was by her side. "An attack by an army of ghouls and two vampires decimated our human based force."

"You still participate in the organization?" Demetrius questioned, observing the man's age.

"When the need arises." Walter admitted with a kin grin that was shared between the two hunters. Integra looked at the window, finding the sun to have faded completely.

"You may meet…" she began, but the door opened suddenly, interrupting her. Seras blushed as she realized her mistake before she straightened her posture and closed the door, walking to the desk in a professional fashion. On her way she noticed the towering figure. Some instinctive dread froze her and she stared at the creature with wide eyes, having forgotten Integra's presence.

"Oh." Came an amused voice and Demetrius looked Seras over with loose affection. "You keep baby vampires? Dressing them up?" He moved towards her, chuckling at her trembling. He reached out and petted her head for a moment. "So cute…but I don't prefer babies, they're bitter sweet, unripened." The creature chuckled, looking at Integra now and he paused at her veiled confusion. Integra didn't get a chance to speak before Alucard walked through the wall, startling Demetrius, who let it show on his face. Alucard stopped and the two monsters stared at one another. Finally the vampire cocked his head to the side with a smirking smile.

"I've never seen one of your kind before…what are you?" He noticed the trembling police girl next to the man-like being.

Demetrius clasped his hands, a wide grin on his face as his golden eyes blazed. "This is priceless. It's dressed in the Victorian style, I preferred those years." He laughed as Alucard's lips twitched, his expression hidden behind his goggled sunglasses. Suddenly the grin and the creature's face fell as he observed the vampire, stepping forward slowly. "But I can't tell how old it is…this one is not a baby vampire…no." He stood, towering over the nosferatu, and then began to circle, making Alucard frown and then scowl.

"What are you doing?"

"I thought you were a little toy…like the other, but you aren't …" A clawed hand caught the rim of Alucard's hat. "How old are you?" He started to remove it, but Alucard ripped the hand away, crushing bones in Demetrius' wrist before flinging it with distaste. Amusement was erased before Demetrius leered and then calmed, looking at Integra's masked expression. "Your pet isn't tamed." The boned snapped together, filling the quiet of Integra's realization. She had never imagined that her officers would be taken as vampires…she had over looked the detail.

"Seras Victoria is one of my officers, as is Alucard."

Demetrius's lips parted, then his look became curious and he gazed down at the orange sunglasses. "So I will be working with the baby and the doll?" Walter watched in amazement at the reference used for Alucard while Integra bit her lip.

"Alucard is our trump card, our strongest force."

"No wonder you needed me." Demetrius' fangs were revealed as he tore off the hat and watched the ebony locks spill out. His eyes widened, but he ignored the pistol that clicked below his chin. "What a cunning little doll, hiding your power. You must be over a century…" Alucard made the hat melt into shadow and the gold eyes brightened. The unnamed monster disappeared and reappeared behind Alucard, but the vampire already held the pistol at his heart.

"Stop, Alucard." Integra was standing, her hands in fists on her desk, quivering with tension. "We are not enemies now. Mr. Demetrius is part of Hellsing." She stopped herself from sighing with relief when Alucard put the pistol away.

"Alucard…" Demetrius said the name slowly, watching Alucard leave him, gradually walking away. The vampire glanced at him and the gold and red reflected one another, building flames in each pair of eyes.

"Master, what is this creature?" Alucard was undaunted by the joy Demetrius received from his referring to the human as his Master.

"I'm a being that eats vampires…" red eyes moved to him and he smiled, his eyes dancing with hunger. "Vampires like yourself are delicacies."

Alucard laughed, shocking Demetrius, and then increased his surprise by appearing before him, looking up at his face with interest. "A monster?" He chuckled as the eyes burned with increasing desire.

"A monster to your kind, but to humans we are thought of as and are called Shinigami, widely known as Angels when not related to death."

A rare expression of wonder washed over the vampire's face and he hummed in thought. "Angel of Death? I named Walter after your kind." Demetrius glanced at the old man who mentioned that it was a title of his, as a hunter. Alucard continued when the eyes returned to him. "An Angel that eats vampires? How have I never encountered one of your kind before?"

"You, little doll…" the room froze as a large hand cupped Alucard's face and then fingers traced his jaw. "…would have been eaten once you had ripened passed fifty years…of your being a vampire. But now that I've answered your question…what of mine?" the silver face leaned into the white one. Alucard suddenly dispersed into scattering bats that reformed behind Demetrius. Glee met Alucard when the Angel turned to him. "I really want to know now. Vampire's blood ages like fine wine just as time increases their power. How is yours? I've never found a vampire like you before."

"We are expected on a hunt tonight, to see your work." Alucard was facing Integra as he spoke to the Shinigami. "I'll leave the police girl behind."

The vampire shrieked in terror at the sight of the Angel whose eyes shone like molten gold, leaving a streak of light in the dark room as it moved forward. The vampire was thrown like a ragdoll across the room, spinning as it slid over the tile. Another blow sent it in the opposite direction when it attempted to get up. This repeated itself as the vampire's screams were thrown about the room and it shook, crying. Without warning, the game ended with the Angel holding the body to his lips. The vampire went limp as soon as the teeth tore into his neck, but he called out in surprise as the fangs ripped out a large portion of his flesh. Blood showered over the floor for only a second before the teeth returned to create a new fountain. Demetrius devoured his prey entirely, while still alive.

Alucard watched quietly from the doorway, his glasses and hat fading when a bloodied maw faced him.

"Did you like that, doll?" Demetrius leered, but his eyes widened when the vampire chuckled, applauding the performance. He then left the doorway while the Angel was distracted by his thoughts.

Alucard walked down a windowed hall in the empty building, stopping when a familiar, accented voice reached him. Anderson's bayonets flew towards the vampire as silver bullets glimmered past the blessed blades. Both figures went forward, dodging the attacks, and met, delivering point blank blows. Silver fell from the priest's skull when the two separated and then dove towards one another. The vampire laughed whilst blood panted over his face. Anderson thrust a bayonet at the red, but Alucard suddenly disappeared with a blue blur. The paladin froze as he turned his head.

A hot breath moved Alucard's hair as he dangled in the Shinigami's arms, the creature's mouth at the side of his head. Wide eyes stared at the reflection in the window in shock as the predatory embrace crushed him. "Your blood is irresistible, little doll." The whisper was followed by a sharp black tongue that trailed through the blood on the vampire's face, forcing his eye closed as it went over it. Alucard blinked as bones cracked under the tightened arms and fangs touched the skin of his cheek. "Amazing." Reality resumed with the deep voice and Alucard threw the back of his fist into the creature's face, ripping free of the grip.

Demetrius backed up, covering his bloodied state with his hand. His bloodlust did not lessen, but he stayed where he was, licking his lips free of any extra blood. Alucard's blood had already retraced into his body when he saw Anderson standing dumb in the middle of the hall.

"What kind of devil…? What means of vampire is that monster?" He was glaring at Demetrius whose eyes narrowed. The Shinigami scowled, flashing white fangs.

"I'm not a vampire." The tone was sharp, insulted, but cooled as the Angel continued. "But you are a strange human….you can regenerate much in the same manner as a vampire." He moved closer to Alucard as the vampire was distracted by Anderson, and then frowned when his prey kept the distance between them.

"What kind of demon are you, though?" Anderson demanded, snarling his words.

"You have no reason to hate me, priest." Demetrius gave up on Alucard and faced Anderson. "I consume vampires, not humans."

The priest started, glancing at the vampire to his right before looking again at the silver being. "What are…"

"I am a part of the Hellsing organization, at the moment. I'll answer if we meet again, but here I'll say goodbye and take Hellsing's doll with me." Demetrius grabbed Alucard, taking him under his arm abruptly. The vampire noticed the height that separated him from the ground and then the priest's aghast expression before an elbow was thrust into Demetrius' rib cage and he was able to break free and lead the way down the corridor.

Near the entrance of the building, Demetrius frowned at Alucard, having caught up.

"That hurt, doll."

Alucard paused. "Why do you call me that?" He was looking up at the irritated face. This made desire well in the golden eyes.

"Because vampires are lifeless. They are reanimated little dolls, little doll."

"You respect humans but treat vampires like objects…"

"Because they are dolls. Humans are thought of as equals as both of our hearts beat. The child play's with the heartless doll just as I may do to you."

The vampire looked away, growling. "I'm not your toy…"

"Yet." A smile met the red eyes and there was quiet.

"We are up against an army of vampires, Millennium. We request your addition to the Council of Twelve." The room was hushed as the Queen herself addressed the Angel, the members watching the creature from their seats. Integra's face was unreadable, matching the vampire who was in the shadows. Another expedition had resulted in the creature eradicating a collection of vampires in mere seconds. When compared to the vampire Alucard, their skill in killing the monsters was equal, but Alucard was expensive, providing the blood, silver bullets and weapons, and taking responsibility of the reckless damage he often caused.

"I will on one condition." Demetrius smiled, standing before the Queen.

"Yes, you may have the vampires you are called to hunt." She paused when the being shook his head, still smiling politely.

"That had already been ensured by Integra Hellsing. What I request is the oldest vampire in existence, the original and first vampire."

Alucard stiffened as the room filled with whispers and confusion. The Queen hid her own as she spoke.

"If you come across such a creature, then you may."

Demetrius gave a sympathetic look and glanced at the humans behind him for a moment. "So you do not know what you possess? The treasure you hold?" Silence met his words and the Angel turned to face the vampire in the shadows. "Your pet, the one you have named Alucard, is none other than the father of his race."

Gasps spread and chairs screeched as men stood and even Integra looked at Alucard with alarm. "Is this true?" she demanded. Alucard frowned for a moment before covering it with a smirk.

"I am, as he said, the original vampire."

Integra was pale as voices rose around her in disgust and fingers pointed at the vampire as men argued amongst themselves. Demetrius was beaming at the result and he looked at the Queen expectantly. His joy left when he saw her solemn face.

"The vampire Alucard has served England for 100 years, and I have personally known him for most of my life." She spoke slowly so her pause was almost nonexistent. "You may claim ownership over him, but he will remain with Hellsing until Millennium is no more. And, on the terms that he is used to kill vampires and is not himself killed unless he betrays humanity." None could see the Queen's face while Integra's was contorted with conflicting emotions, mostly sorrow and frustration.

Demetrius leered at Alucard, smiling more dementedly when he saw the emptiness in the vampire's features.

Morning.

Alucard stepped into his cell as he exited the wall, glaring at the one opposite to himself when he heard the Angel follow him through the door. Demetrius circled around the cell and then eyed the coffin. He moved towards it and the vampire blocked his path. "What do you want…?" his demand halted when hands held his face and Demetrius leaned towards him.

"My little doll." He breathed and red eyes widened, reflecting in the gold one's that were parted by only inches of the dungeon air. "You are mine." Curled lips chuckled and the hands mapped the vampire's face. Alucard glared at him, ignoring the touch.

"Why do you want me?"

"Because…" the Angel's eyes were lidded, dreamy. "You are what every Shinigami has yearned to find…and now you are mine…my precious doll."

"If you feed on vampires, then you have existed only as long as they have." The vampire's eyes were hard.

"No. We fed on goblins and other creatures, but they ceased to be once the last one was devoured. Werewolves were more difficult to obtain, but even their numbers fell and my kind starved with a lack of food sources. There were and are only two of us…at the time when delicious creatures of the night appeared. Time went on and it was discovered that these undead monsters were more than enough, in number, to sustain us, and that the older were the more…" foreheads touched soundlessly and the Angel breathed in the vampire's scent with closed eyes. He opened them with a sigh. "…appealing."

Alucard slipped away and settled on his coffin, watching Demetrius with interest. "Werewolves still exist. We will meet some with the coming war."

"Werewolves and baby vampires are no succulent treat." Demetrius stepped forward, standing over Alucard. He blinked as he realized the vampire was below the distance of his comfortable reach.

"But it might draw out the other Angel of Death you spoke of."

Demetrius left his dreamy state, hiding his expression by suddenly moving around the black coffin. "The bird of Hermes is my name…eating my wings to make me tame…you are not a very tame little bird." He smiled while Alucard smirked.

"I am not a doll and I am not a little bird."

"But you are…" Demetrius lowered himself to the coffin, but was forced away by the vampire.

"Don't touch it." Demetrius' eyes flashed dangerously at the figure that stood before him. He struck Alucard, backhanding him, and the vampires face was left turned away for several moments. Then the red eyes glinted. Red tinted shadows welled up in a billowing mass, making Demetrius' anger diminish. Growling from the eyes that formed fangs and snouts filled the enclosed cell before a massive hellhound lunged forward, snapping its jaws as it snarled. The Angel dodged the attack by inches, but did not expect the sharp return and was caught by the teeth.

The bones in his arm crunched and snapped as the dog chewed on the limb like it was a toy. The vampire smiled at Demetrius' confusion before the dog moved his bite to the creature's shoulder, fangs tearing into his upper chest. Alucard's face melted into unaddressed awe at the massive silver-white wings that spread the span of his cell. Their release from Demetrius' back knocked the hound away, impaling it with steel like feathers.

"So they do have wings…" Alucard whispered, forming the outline of an eye with his hands before his chest while his red trench coat dissipated in the air, leaving him entirely clothed in black straps.

Blows were given and received, splashing the dark stones in blood from both monsters. Demetrius' wings acted as his defense and long range offense, folding and reaching with the rustling of feathers that drifted into the puddles of red. His eyes followed the warping darkness that would come to shape the vampire or disgusting mixtures of beasts and insects. The nosferatu was amazing, beyond anything he had ever fought before, forcing him into a defense, pushing him back with blows of magic or raw physical strength. He hacked out a glob of blood when the vampire's speared hand entered his lower abdomen. The two watched one another, gold holding interest and bloodlust while the other was narrowed in a flashing glare. Both stopped, however, when the door burst open and Walter froze at the blood bath, almost dropping the blood packets in his hands.

"My God." He whispered, seeing the wings shimmer like moonlight from the light that entered through the door, they were drenched in blood, dripping with it, like the two figures. Alucard removed his hand from the Angel, stepping back and reverting into his usual appearance as blood swirled and came back to him. He left only the angel's blood behind, eyeing it as he walked to his coffin and Walter put the packets on the table by his throne-like chair and left.

Alucard ignored the Angel and settled in his throne, taking up a packet. "What about your blood?"

"My blood is like human blood, I can't reclaim it in the manner that you can." His eyes twitched when the blood on the floor snaked towards the vampire and then detached itself from the stone entirely.

"So you don't mind if I take it?"

"Wha..?" Demetrius inhaled sharply as Alucard took in the blood, his eyes widening as it disappeared.

"You're no virgin." Alucard frowned. "It's thick."

"A vampire has never…"

Alucard smiled malevolently making Demetrius' face become a blank mask. His eyes brightened in interest when the vampire began to drink the blood in the packet through something that resembled a straw. Alucard stopped when he noticed the weird grin.

"What?" he blinked and began to drink the blood again.

"It's cute, a tamed little doll." Alucard scowled as the Angel left, still grinning to himself.