Author'sNote: I do not own Hellsing Ultimate, or My Little Pony. I do however, own this story, and Drew Mathers. This is my first story to be uploaded by the chapter, so there will be updates. This of course depends on feedback the readers in the form of reviews and PMs. This story will also be on FiMfiction, as well as Flame, the Equestrian Journey(which is also be me). Please enjoy the prologue.

Prologue

I was walking home. It was a rainy night in my small little town on the east coast. However, it was not rainy enough to stop my nightly walks. I wrapped myself deeper in the jacket I had brought. I have to get home fast, I thought. I don't think I want to be out here much longer. I felt apprehensive, like something in the air wasn't quite right. I couldn't place my finger on what. I walked on at a slightly quicker pace. I stopped; it wouldn't do any good to run from them. I let my hand fall into my pocket. I found the switch blade, I let my thumb rest on the release. If there were people following, I wouldn't go down without a fight.

"I hope you know what you are doing." A deep male voice said from the shadows.

"Who's there?" I asked, resisting the urge to piss myself.

"The better question is: 'How many of us are there?'" A husky female voice said. Whoever its owner was, she was behind me.

"Shut it, you!" A second feminine voice reprimanded. It was a heavy English accent, not something you would find a resident here with.

"Hey, kid," The male voice asked. " You still there?"

"Yes." I gulped.

"I'm going to say this only once." He started. " You are most likely about to die. A monster is hiding behind you, me nor my associate can get a clear line of sight. What happens in the next few minutes will be decided by one question."

"That being?" I asked. This was bound to happen. It wasn't like I could escape death. Nonno told me this was how it would end for most of the people like us.

"Are you a virgin?" The english voice asked.

Wait, what. Even Nonno wouldn't have expected that. What can you even say to a question like that? While a lot of kids that grew up the way my family did had lost it in High School, I was a Senior, I still hadn't. Maybe it was fate that I never had. Maybe, it was because I knew you could lose special people like that in an instant. I allowed myself to breathe. Hopefully my answer was the right one.

"Yes." I said.

"Good." The male voice picked up again. " Now that we have that established, I'm going to ask you another question. If it was your only source of nourishment, could you kill another person, and drink them?"

It clicked, they were vampires. Ever since the London attacks 35 years ago, vampires had received lots of attention. Even here, in America, we knew about the Nazis who had carried out their attacks. I thought back to the question. Could I eat another person? I could kill, Nonno had made sure of that before I started in the family business. It only added one more step; it might even make disposing the body easier.

"Yes." I said, there was no use lying to them. If they had wanted to kill me, they would have done it by now.

"Even better." He said. " I'm going to shoot now. You'll be in immense pain, but it won't last long. While I deal with this threat, my associate will tend to you."

"Do it." I said, closing my eyes. I guessed, now, it was up to luck.

I heard a large clap and felt a searing pain in my gut. I fell backwards, I felt the wetness of blood on my clothes. I concentrated on breathing. The pain was so intense. I remembered what Nonno told me as a kid. He said being shot felt like a spike being plunged through you, then leaving a second later. I groaned. This was unbearable. A figure was over me now. I could see a faint glowing from one of her arms. I didn't bother to figure out which; it hurt too much to think now.

"Don't worry, kid," she said, crouching down to me. " It will fade soon. All I have to do is bite."

I felt a new set of puncture wounds, this time in my neck. They were nothing compared to the bullet, but they hurt. I felt myself fading into a different kind of darkness besides the night.

-One day later-

I opened my eyes. Something was different. It was light, but I couldn't see any kind of lamp. Was I hallucinating? I couldn't have dreamt something like that. Suddenly, the ceiling lights flickered on. An elderly woman strutted into the room. I looked at her. She had graying blonde hair. She looked almost like a man with the way she dressed. Then I realised, the reason she had caught me as a woman was the way she smelled. I could smell the fact that she was a woman. What had happened to me?

"I'm sure that you have many questions." she spoke. " I'm not the best one to answer many of these. However, I can tell you two things. My name is Integra Hellsing. You are a vampire, and you work for me now.

"Three." I muttered. " You told me three things, Miss Integra. So you're already a step ahead of yourself."

"I see." she said. " I suppose I should ask you your name now."

"My name is Drew Mathers." I said.

"Very well, Drew." she said. " I will let you talk to my servants who made you this way."

"Okay." I said. I guess we were in the same business now. I would have to exist with them.

I waited five minutes or so. Integra had turned out the lights when she had left. I pulled the bed sheets off of me. I was in a pair of button down pajamas. I played with my senses more. I could see more than ever before. I looked at everything in the room from the bed. I could even see the page number of an open book on the table across the room. This was amazing. No, it was better than that. Wait a minute, what were the costs of these new powers, I wondered. I was a vampire, the fact really sunk in now. My life would never be the same again. I would have to sleep in the day, drink blood and who knew what else. I was grappling with these thoughts when they walked in.

"Hello," the woman with the English accent said. " my name is Seras Victoria. Nice to meet you."

"Greetings." The man said. " You look like you've seen a ghost."

"Hi." I said. " You were the people that made me this way?"

"Yes, indeed." The man said. " My name is Alucard. This is Seras; really, it was her handy-work."

"I see." I turned to Seras. " How long has it been since I, uh, turned?"

"About 36 hours." she said, pulling out a bottle of some sorts. " You must be pretty hungry, right?"

"I think you're right." I agreed, what ever was in that bottle smelled delicious.

"Here," she said, uncorking the bottle and getting three glasses. My nose was going crazy now. I had to have what was in that bottle. "Drink."

"Don't mind if I do." I said. I really was hungry.

"A toast," Alucard proposed. " to centuries of further servitude."

We clinked glasses. I quickly downed the liquid, it tasted like Nonna's spaghetti. I savored the taste, never wanting it to end.

"Would you look at that?" Alucard laughed. " Not yet a week as a vampire, and he's already drinking it."

"Wow, it took me weeks to finally accept it." Seras nodded in agreement.

It occurred to me what I had just ingested. I had just downed a wineglass of blood. It was most likely human, too. I felt my stomach churn; blood shouldn't taste that way. Why had it tasted that way? Blood tasted like iron, not like Nonna's cooking. I resisted the need to vomit.

"It doesn't make sense." I said, my eyes tearing. " Blood can't taste that... good."

"You're a vampire, kid." Alucard said. " Blood is the only thing that tastes good anymore."

"Oh, God." I muttered. " what have I become?!"

"Relax." Seras patted me on the back. " It was from the local blood bank."

"That's a relief." I sighed.

"Pleasantries aside." Alucard cut in. " The moment Seras made you a vampire, you became a servant of Integra Hellsing. You are now a soldier. Do you have a prefered weapon? Price isn't an issue."

"I like knives," I said, " so if price doesn't matter, I can use a trench knife."

"Very well," Alucard said, " come with us. Integra will need to know."

We walked out of the room. Seras told me that I was taken to London after I had become a vampire. This was the Hellsing mansion, the Headquarters of the Hellsing organization. I was also told by Alucard that I would be serving the Hellsing Organization until I died, or the Hellsing blood line ended. We found Miss Integra in her study.

"The Kid has agreed to join." Alucard said to her. " Get that kid a trench knife; the kid loves trench knives."

"Very well, Drew." she said. " Welcome to the Hellsing organization."

-30 years later-

We stood at the foot of the bed. Our heads were bowed. A 97 year old Integra Hellsing looked up at us. Alucard, Seras, and I had served faithfully to her for years. Now that time was at an end. She looked up at us from what would be her death bed.

"As my last command." she rasped. " You are to sleep, until reawoken. By intention or act of God."

"Yes, Sir Integra." we responded.

"Goodbye, Mss Hellsing." I said. " It has been an honor serving under you.

"Good night, Drew." she said at last. " I'll see you in Hell."

I turned to leave. Our coffins were waiting for us in the next room. They were filled with the soil of our home towns. Mine was from Newark, New Jersey. I hopped into the coffin, and I placed my knife in a corrosion proofed bag. It would be waiting for me when I woke up. I felt the lid begin to close above me. I closed my eyes and felt sleep take over.

Author's Note: That's it for the prologue, next up is chapter one which will be uploaded today for yourconvenience.