AN: I do not own either of these franchises.

This is actually the idea that has gotten almost all of my attention for the past few weeks. The problem was how to go about it. Now, I'm giving it my best shot. Enjoy.

Ch 1: What Just Happened?

Seras Victoria. This name brings up many things, some so far flung that a normal person would scoff at the absurdness of it all. But the truth has always been stranger than fiction. She was forced to watch her parents murder at a young age, even worse was being a witness to the corpse of her mothers'…defilement. Thus, she was orphaned. But her attitude growing up kept other children and potential adoptive parents away. But still, she persisted. Eventually she grew up and joined the police force and was forced to bear the various taunts and teasing for her choice of career.

Unfortunately, it did not end there. What could happen that would make this young woman's life even worse, one might ask? Cheddar (and I don't mean the cheese) happened. There she was forcefully introduced to a world thought pure fiction. A world filled with magic, with the supernatural, with vampires and the people that hunted them. And it was all because of her want to live.

Since she became the fledgling of the great vampire Alucard, a being who once went by the name Dracula and, when he was still human, Vlad the Impaler, a man who held off the Ottoman Empire almost single handedly, and now servant to the Hellsing Organization, the legacy of Arthur van Hellsing, the man who defeated him over a century ago, she has been a part of the people who hunted all supernatural threats to mankind.

But the biggest change came recently. Was it over an hour ago? Two? Or was it just under an hour, when she first drank from a human? The captain of the Wild Geese, a mercenary group hired to replace the guards who perished in the assault on the HQ over a month ago by the Valentine brothers. As the man laid dying, bleeding out from the multiple wounds gifted to him by the zombie woman, Zorin Blitz, he had her drink from him, so she could gain the strength to kill the chienne who had murdered his men.

After killing Zorin, she headed out to where her master's master was. And they were both a witness to something that occurs only once a century. Her master, Alucard, releasing his final restriction and unleashing his power. Truly, she had never seen such a sight, not even in her worst nightmares. A river of the dead.

After Father Alexander Andersons death at the hands of her master, came Walters betrayal. That hurt her. Walter was always so kind and patient with her, always there to lend her an ear. He was like an uncle to her. She was just thankful she didn't have to face him. So, her and Integra Hellsing, her masters master, marched on the Majors Zeppelin. Together they tore through the undead Nazi's in their way, until The Captain.

Even covered in that great overcoat, his piercing gaze made her shudder involuntarily. It was filled with a hunger she didn't recognize. It wasn't lust, she would recognize that look anywhere, but it didn't matter. He was her enemy, and she would kill him like she killed all his fake vampire brethren. But he gave her a series of shocks. First, when he pointed the way to the Major for Integra, even allowing her to walk by him. What came next was an even bigger shock as he revealed himself to be a werewolf. And finally, was after he smashed her through the floor, he gave her a silver tooth. The only thing that could kill him.

The fight was intense, the hardest fight of her life, although short. But finally, she had him right where she needed him. With both of his arms destroyed, The Captain went for a kick, only for her to grip his leg with her teeth. "Nowhere to run from," she said.

Pip Bernadotte, the man she drank from, materialized with the silver tooth in his hand. He flicked it before catching it then said, "You took this in the camps and finally your sins from 50 years ago have all come home. To bite you."

But there was something wrong. Something they all sensed before he could puncture The Captains heart with the tooth. The crackling of electricity filled their ears as sparks danced all around. Pip and Seras wondered what was happening, but The Captain's eyes widened in surprise. There was a crack of thunder, a blinding light, and they were gone.

Unknown

Whatever had occurred, whatever magic was at work, had knocked out both combatants. Only Pip, pushed back into the recesses of Seras' mind was able to observe what happened. To him, it was both beautiful and terrifying. It was like the stars in the sky had surrounded them and were spinning around faster with each rotation. But, that wasn't what sent chills up his back. There was a faint noise, a laugh, and it sounded just like the chienne who butchered his men. What was happening definitely wasn't good for any of them.

He didn't know how long they spent in that strange vortex before the stars were spinning so fast that his vision turned entirely white. He felt as Seras hit the ground with a dull thud near her accompanying it. Most likely the werewolf and that meant he had to wake Seras up, or they were, as the Americans put it, SOL. He tried to move the arm he had replaced, only for it not to respond. "What?" He tried again, just to get the same results. "Come on, you stubborn piece of-sorry ma chere," he apologized. 'Why isn't it working?' he pondered to himself. As far as he could tell, the arm was just like it was…before the attack on the manor.

It was a couple hours later, and the sun was beginning to rise, and Pip was feeling panic trying to grab him with its chilling hands. From what he was able to figure out, his manifestation earlier was most likely due to Seras' despair of her situation, and now that she was unconscious, not only was her arm back to normal, but he had no way of waking her. At best, he's now most likely just a voice in her head, at worst…she can no longer hear him.

Nearby movement caught his attention, which caused panic to set in faster. "Merde," he cursed to himself. In all honesty, he had no idea how he was able to see the outside world. And at this moment, he couldn't have wished harder to be blind to the world around him as the slumbering giant of a werewolf woke up. He watched with baited breath as the monster woke to the suns' rays. It's (and as far as he's concerned, it's an it) eyes snapped open, revealing that chilling blood red gaze.

The werewolf slowly got to its feet and took in its surroundings before its eyes landed on Seras. Pips breath caught in his throat (if he could even breath in the first place) as the werewolf loomed over Seras.

Sometime Later

There was a persistent rattling in the distance with some shouts every now and then. Seras groaned at being woken up. She just wanted to rest a little more after the fight she went through and soak in the warm rays of the sun.

…

Soak in the rays of the SUN? She sat up, her eyes wide with fear as she tried to figure out where she was and what had happened. To her dismay, she didn't recognize anything about her surroundings. She seemed to be in a relatively normal sized room made completely out of metal. But the worrisome part is that the room showed signs of advanced age as there was rust almost everywhere and holes littered the walls letting in the sunlight.

"Seras? Seras!" came a familiar and welcomed voice. "My God, ma chere, I've tried almost everything to wake you."

"Mister Bernadotte, do you know where we are or what happened?" Seras asked.

"In all honesty, I haven't a clue as to where we are. As for what happened, well…I think that chienne who attacked us was responsible." He then took a few moments to explain what happened after she and the werewolf were knocked out.

"Wait!" she interrupted. "You said the werewolf is here as well?"

"Oui."

"Then, where is he?"

"Yeah, about that," she could almost see him rubbing the back of his neck, "The werewolf woke up before you and left some time ago."

She sat there for a minute in pure disbelief. "So, you're saying that the werewolf I fought not too long ago, the very same werewolf who nearly killed me several times, and the same werewolf who gave me the means to kill him…just up and left?"

"You find it hard to believe? I watched it!"

"So, where did he go?"

"He used the door at the far side and hasn't come back."

"Oh God," she gasped. "What if there are people around? He'll tear them apart!"

"That would explain the gunfire."

"Gunfire?" Just as she asked, the persistent rattling from before came back louder than before. "We have to help them!" She sprinted out the door, following the rattling of guns.

"Seras, wait!" Too late. She sprinted out into the sunlight and she immediately became dizzy. Her vision blurred and she stumbled, before staggering to a nearby wall. "The fight with the werewolf took a lot out of you. You need to eat to recover."

"But, but those people," she mumbled as she strained to get to her feet.

"If you go charging in there now, you'll just get killed. I know this sounds bad, ma chere, but until you eat, you won't be fighting anyone. See if you can't find someone 'fresh' and drink as much as you can." If she were still human, she would have felt bile rise up her throat. "I know. Believe me, I know. But we do not have a lot of options. It's either drink from the recently killed, or let that mongrel continue his rampage."

Forcing back whatever reservations she had on the subject, Seras nodded. She walked down the path in front of her, being careful to remain in the shade so that the sun doesn't continue to sap her already waning strength. Fortunately, it wasn't long before she smelled blood in the air. Enticed by the smell, she picked up her speed, even risking dashing from shade to shade as she got closer.

Finally, she came across the bodies. But, something wasn't right. The bodies were all intact with little wounds, small enough that if she had been human, she would have completely missed them. Not to mention the uniform the men were wearing. They were wearing armor she had never seen before colored predominately blue with white highlights. "Do you recognize these men?" she asked.

"They're unlike any mercenary or military group I've ever hear of. And I don't recognize what weapon could have made such small wounds."

"Ah shit."

"Did you hear that?" Seras asked.

"Sounds like a survivor. Quick, if we can catch him we'll learn what happened." He paused before adding grimly, "One way or another."

She ran towards the sound and came across a man in the same uniform as the deceased. "Excuse me, sir?" she asked.

The man practically jumped. He turned to her with fear in his eyes. "Who the hell are you? Are you with Shepard?"

"Easy." She raised her arms and spoke as soothingly as she could. "I'm not with Shepard. Why? Are they the ones who shot you?"

He seemed to calm down greatly when she said she wasn't with this Shepard person. He stopped for a moment to take in her appearance and seemed to come to a decision. "Can you help me?" he asked.

"Where are you wounded?"

"Here," he replied gesturing towards the area he was keeping pressure on with his other hand. She got closer to inspect the wound when the man lunged forward and grabbed her throat. "Alright, this is how things are going to go down sweetheart. First, you're going to give me all the medi-gel you got. Then," here he chuckled, "I'm going to have some fun with you. After that, I'm taking whatever ship you used to get here and head straight for Omega."

Seras was taken off guard by the supposedly heavily wounded man before regaining herself. She scowled as she couldn't believe that this was the guy she was about to help. "You up for a drink?" asked Pip. Normally, she would have been appalled at such a casual way of asking if she was going to drink someone's blood, but she'll make an exception this time. With her stomach aching, she grabbed the man by the wrists, pulled his hands from her throat (thoroughly surprising the man by her strength), pulled him forward, and sank her teeth into his neck.

He yelled in pain as her teeth pierced the soft tissue of his neck. He struggled, but the longer she drank, the weaker he became before falling still. She let go, allowing his corpse to fall to the ground, and stood up. The thing about true vampires is that they are able to look through the memories of someone they had feasted on, and Seras used that so that she could find out what happened and where she was. What she learned left her speechless.

Space travel. First contact war. Citadel. Council. Aliens. Biotics. Blue Suns. Korlus. Shepard. This and much, much more ran through her head. "M-mister Bernadotte, did you see that?" If she could see him, he looked just like he did when he learned that the monsters of myth and fantasy, such as vampires, were real. Gob-smacked was putting it mildly.

Seras was beginning to hyperventilate. "How…just how is this possible?!"

"Ma chere? Seras! Get ahold of yourself," Pip yelled, finally getting back his speaking abilities. "We can worry about whatever this is later. That damned werewolf is still out there."

(Un)fortunately, they didn't have to worry about that. With a thud, the Nazi Captain landed ahead of her. Overwhelmed by the new information Seras fell on her rear and scrambled further into the shade as he approached. She was disoriented, scared at the implications of all this, and she was weak from the sunlight. She wasn't ready to fight this being in front of her.

She watched with wide, frightened eyes as he walked-stalked!-towards her. She saw as the mercenary she fed from started to stir and tried to get to his feet. She forgot that anyone she drank from would most likely be turned into a ghoul. The Captain stepped on its back, forcing it back down, then brought his other foot down with great force and shattered the skull. He came to a stop just at the edge of her shade and regarded her with those chilling red eyes. A part of her, a part that was being largely ignored, saw that he was no longer giving her that hungry look. In fact, his eyes showed that he was rather despondent.

"Now's not the time for this Seras!" shouted Pip. The Captain stepped into the shade and steadily approached her. "You need to get up!" The werewolf now stood in front of her and simply looked at her. "Seras!" The Captain reached down and grabbed her by her throat. Her hands instinctively grabbed onto his wrists, trying to keep him from choking her. He tilted his head at her actions but remained silent. He lifted her up till her feet dangled beneath her and pinned her to the wall behind her.

The Captain's POV

She looked so fragile now. Nothing like the warrior that had nearly granted me my death on the battlefield. It would be so easy to end her existence. But, I was not the one who caused her initial fear. Whatever she gleaned from that corpse has put her into a state I've only seen from men who just experienced their first real taste of battle and found themselves unable to cope. What did she learn to cause her such distress?

Ever since I awoke in this strange place, I have been looking for any sign of my comrades. Schrodinger, Herr Major, the Hellsing butler, or any remaining members of the last battalion. The Doctor I could care less about. Such a human who constantly messed with powers beyond his understanding deserved whatever death he got.

I was quite surprised to see the young draculina lying near me and I had figured to wake her up to continue our battle. However, she lacked any silver to kill me. Whatever had transpired that robbed me of my glorious death had also robbed her of any silver. And thus, I had left, leaving her so that we might one day do battle again. But I was quick to realize that I was no longer in London. My surroundings did not consist of burned husks of buildings but rusting hulls of ships. I did not know what type of ship they were, but I was certain that they were ships nonetheless.

I hear more gunfire. It's likely that woman and her team had encountered more of these men. It was interesting to watch as that group had decimated their opposition. However, one of her members gave me pause. Whatever it was, was certainly not human nor any supernatural being I have encountered. It was thinner than a human in some areas, almost painfully so, while broader in others. It was scaled, but it did not look like any reptile I know of. Though its mouth resembled more of a beak than a mouth, so avian in origins perhaps?

But that can wait till later. The fraulein knows what happened, I'm certain of it. Or at least, I hope she does. And if not, then she'll at least know our current location thanks to that man she feasted from. I sigh as I realize that I cannot ask her. After going so long with staying silent after the deaths of my family all those centuries ago, I do not think I can speak. And despite being a Captain, I never needed to vocally give any orders or commands. "Wha-what do you want?" she asked me. Hmm, perhaps I can get the answers I want after all.

General POV

Seras had finally gained some semblance of reasoning back after the Millennium Captain pinned her to the wall. She at first thought he was choking her, but he never added any pressure that didn't require to keep her pinned. "Wha-what do you want?" she asked, cursing herself for stumbling over her words. But it got his attention. Slowly, he released her, stepped back, and gestured to the man-the ghoul-whose skull he crushed. She didn't understand at first, till he pointed once more at the body, then at his head, then her.

"I think it wants to know what you learned, ma chere," Pip said.

'You think?', she thought so as to not tip off the werewolf.

"It's the only thing I could come up with."

"You want to know what I learned from that man?" she asked softly, even now afraid to provoke the werewolf. He nodded. "You won't believe me." He looked blankly at her before raising an eyebrow. She flushed when she realized what he was getting at. They're both supernatural beings of myth and legend, so he probably would believe her. And so she told him everything. She didn't know why, but at least he wasn't trying to kill her. Twenty minutes had passed before she was finished with her rough summary. She even included what Pip had told her about how they got here. Throughout it all, The Captain remained silent and giving her his undivided attention.

Finally, when she was done, he turned away from her, walked towards a large pile of scrap metal and destroyed it with a single punch. She flinched away from him, afraid that he'll turn his attention to her.

The Captains POV

I…I can't believe it. I don't want to believe it. Everything is now gone. My home. My duty. My purpose. All of it now gone because of that spiteful fotze Zorin! I should have known she would have her hand in this. She never did take losing very well. But, why? Why at the moment when death was upon me? None of it made sense!

For the first time in centuries, I fall to my knees. How am I to die now? All I had left was a glorious death in battle. My final wish. To remind everyone of just how fearsome my kind once was before I faced oblivion.

…

Wait. The draculina is still here. She can still kill me. But, she doesn't have any silver and vampires were never strong enough to kill my kin with brute force alone. And I refuse to let her drink from me and absorb my essence into her body! If what she said is indeed true and man now travels the stars, then acquiring silver should be easy enough. But how to keep her from slipping away? I will also have to acquire transportation. I sighed as I remembered the major flaw in all this. I do not know how to operate a space worthy vessel. We needed an entire crew to man the controls of the zeppelins, and though it shames me to say it, I did not know how to operate half of those controls.

I could try cornering several of these so called 'Blue Suns', but I have no way of knowing if they are capable of sending a message of my intentions ahead of time. Though that woman and her team from earlier, they are not a part of this mercenary outfit. They must have arrived here with their own transportation. And they do not know what I am. If I can manage to hide my 'superhuman' abilities from them, I may be able to barter passage. But, then there's the lack of my speech capabilities. This will be harder than I originally thought.

Movement catches my attention. It's the young draculina. Seems as if she's trying to sneak away. Based on principle, I should let her go because of the information she gave me. However, that would conflict with my desire to keep her near for when I find silver and do battle once again. Although, she is capable of speech, and besides her now red eyes, fangs, and abilities, she could pass for a normal human. In all actuality, she has the better chance of bartering passage from these people. There is also the fact that she could simply drink from people who know how to pilot a space worthy vessel and pilot it herself.

As much as it pains me, I need her help.

AN: In our day and age, we see things like superstition, religion, and 'mystical' beliefs are slowly and surely losing both their power over society and their sway in the way people think about something. In most cases, like sacrificing goats for some absurd reason, or gay marriage is an offense to God, this is actually a positive. However, unlike what 'logical' people would preach, there are things in this world, in the past and today, that we cannot explain. No matter what reasoning we come up with, what tools we use to analyze it, or what have you, there are things that just refuse to be logically explained. Now, some would argue that it's because we just haven't developed the technology to explain it.

Here's a question: What if we never do? What if these 'crazy' people who swear up and down that it is supernatural in origin are actually right on the money. Do you know what kind of impact this revelation would have on today's society? There would be mass panic all around the world. Now for the sake of hypothesizing-forming a theory or 'educated' guess-what if the powers that be know this and go to great lengths to keep it quiet? However, what if the powers that be are just as 'logical' as the hardcore 'logical' people, as in: if it can't be proven, it must not be real.

And that's just for today's society. Could you possibly imagine what would happen if the supernatural was proven to exist, let's say a hundred years from now? Or a thousand? At least, if humanity hasn't managed to wipe itself out. The reason I am saying this is because I have always been somewhat curious if I were to take two powerful supernatural forces, The Captain and Seras Victoria from the Hellsing anime and throw them into the Mass Effect universe. An honest to God Werewolf and Vampire in a 'realm' where such things have long since been abandoned as the tales of the 'woeful ignorant'.