My Second Fic is about to begin… mwaha… And an update of my first fic, TTOE, should be around soon.

Incidentally, Hellsing got me into smoking cigars… have been for four years… :D

Just a bit of author related trivia….

Oh, and I live in London, so a London based fic should be a lotta fun…

Just so you guys know… I usually decide a title at the end of the story… but… I'll name this for convenience…

Enjoy my first Hellsing Fic.

Asanohoshi.

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Prologue: Requiem of Darkness

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The moon shone red over London. Not the usual pale red of a moon after a sunset, or a moon graced by a pink found on silk. This moon was the colour of blood. The same crimson, and one could almost smell it. The sound of pale moans permeated the quiet night air, along with the sound of tearing flesh and the occasional gunshot. A dark and cruel laugh echoed throughout the grand buildings that made up the popular area of Trafalgar Square. Unusually, the street was empty of people, and was lit up by the full moon's glare.

A body fell to the floor in tatters. The remains of many others lay in death on the cobbles. The Lion Statues that flanked Nelson's Column were caked in blood; organs and intestines littered the ground like large, steaming worms. In the center of this horrific scene, surrounded by bodies was a figure. One could call him a man, but he was much worse. He simply stood there, looking at the moon. He was of a tall, slender build and his black mane of hair fluttered in the spring breeze. He was wearing a black linen suit jacket of a Saville Row cut, and he bore black leather boots over his old-fashioned suit breeches. He wore a bright white shirt, with a red cravatte tied under his collar. Over this was a bright red trench coat, and a pair of white dress gloves, which were marked with pentagrams. Within the circle, written in black letters were the words "Hell's Gate arrested (Gott Mitt Uns) and Shine Heaven now". The figure surveyed the destruction through crimson sunglasses. Behind them, blood-red eyes glittered malevolently as his lips parted into a wide, cruel grin that revealed nearly inch long canines.

He stared around, taking in the sight of the corpses surrounding him, taking in the sight of blood, gore and internal organs, which were broken up by the glittering of spent casings from what could have only been a rifle. A bright red brimmed hat was also there, soaked in the surrounding blood. The man threw back his head and roared with laughter, and lifted his arms up slightly to look at the weapons he carried. Both were Semi-Automatic Handguns of enormous size. The barrels looked capable of firing rounds of immense size and power, and the slides on both were held back and displayed empty breaches, signifying a temporary pause in their reign of death.

He grinned with a lust for blood, war and death, then pressed the magazine eject pips on the side of both grips, causing the two large magazines to slide out with a long, drawn out grating sound as dark as Hell's gate opening. Both spent magazines hit the floor with a loud metallic sound, a testament to their weight. The man's eyes glowed; two new magazines were slowly raised from inside his coat as if by some sorcery, and slammed home into the magazine ports of both guns with a loud metal chink. He moved his thumbs to press down smoothly on the slide release catch, causing the slides of both guns to slam forward. He then holstered his formidable weapons, and pulled a phone from his pocket. He dialed a secure number, and then waited for the scrambling and encryption signals at both ends to handshake. A rather brusque individual greeted him at the other end after the handshake was complete.

"What news?"

"The Ghouls were an easy, pleasurable kill…"

"That was not what I wanted to know," interrupted the voice harshly, "Servant, I do not need an account of your perverted bloodlust, or your sickening pleasure. Tell me… have you completed your mission, Alucard?"

Alucard laughed long and hard, his undead sides almost hurting from his amusement.

"The Mission has been completed…" he said in his most cruel and sadistic voice, "All targets and collateral have been effectively silenced… My Master…"

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"Good. Get back to the manor…" spoke a woman into the phone she held to her ear.

"Yes, Master…"

The woman placed the phone back on the receiver, and leaned back in her armchair. She held out her hand, and an elderly gentleman who was dressed in suit trousers and a waistcoat placed a cigar in it. He wore a monocle over one eye, and his medium length jet hair was held back in a sheer ponytail. He turned to eye his Master in amusement and with a knowing look in his eye.

"The servant bothering you again, Sir Integra?" He said, barely concealing a grin with one of his hands.

The woman turned towards him rapidly, her long blonde hair flying in the breeze before settling on the shoulders of the green suit she wore. She adjusted her glasses further up her nose with her right hand, and her glare was replaced by a grin as she looked at her butler.

"You know Alucard… He always tries winding me up." She fished in her pockets for a few seconds, before her butler offered a light to her. She looked at him in surprise, then took his offer, lighting her Cuban Panatella with it. She took one long drag, her eyes taking on a dreamy look, and then released the fumes from her mouth.

"I never knew you smoked, Walter." She said in a relaxed tone.

"I have taken a liking to the fumes of your cigars, My Lady… and took to Liberty of purchasing a box for myself." He said with a smile, taking a silver cigar case out of his pocket and lighting up a Cuban.

"I hope you don´t mind my joining you, Sir Integra?" he asked with his solid, dependable smile.

Integra gave him her first genuine smile in several days, "It´s always a pleasure to have company Walter; especially when it involves one´s pastimes…"

Walter´s smile turned to a slight frown, "Speaking of pastimes, there have been disturbing reports of someone, or something, with a rather sick pastime in the villade of Cheddar. Reports say that eight CID members were sent to investgate, in order to avoid panic, but even their disguises did not prevent them from disappearing… of a sorts…"

Integra´s eyes took on a weary look, "Duty calls, I suppose… When do they want us."

Walters eyes showed amusement once more, "They say they can handle it on their own… should we inform them of their folly?"

"No… I think it´s time the Police learned of how important we are… What actions will they take, and what resources will they employ?"

Walter turned to look out of the window at the full moon, "They are going for a direct assault involving the Armed Police unit. And they mean the big guns… Only unit available was a Heavy Assault TROJAN Unit… Maybe they´ll succeed… who knows…"

Integra scoffed at this, "They´ve done nothing more then send those highly trained troops to their deaths, and provided more servants for the Vampire there, if that´s their strategy…"

"I couldn´t agree more… Let´s head there when Alucard gets back… That´s what I advise at least… they might listen when we tell them the full Gravity of the situation…"

"I agree… prep the helicopter… Alucard should take no more than fifteen to twenty minutes to get back, and I want support vehicles ready yesterday, so hop to it! We´ll show those scum that we will not tolerate them infecting our society!"

Walter laughed softly, "As you wish, Sir Hellsing… as you wish…"

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End of: Requiem of Darkness

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Looks like it´s a short prologue. The first chapter should be longer… I´m just so tired…

Doesn´t matter. I shall be writing the First chapter soon!

Review and tell me what you think!

Ja né!