Chapter.1

He was walking down the street when he heard it. A cough like death. He smiled. Turning, he began to walk toward the sound until he saw a woman sitting against the wall. She seemed to be very weak, but not anywhere near death.

He stood back. She hadn't seen him. It was night and no one was out. It was only him and the moon, looking for victims in the night. She put her hand up to her face and coughed again. She looked at her hand as she did it as though it was this foreign thing: to cough.

He moved forward towards her. He had enough of watching. When he did, she stood up quickly, & pushed him against the wall. Moving her hand up to his throat and bringing him up past her level. He gagged a bit and then after moment, began laughing. Her expression of anger stopped and she looked confused.

He didn't put up a fight. He decided against it. This was too much fun. She was too much fun. She was something special. He just looked down at her. "And who are you?"

She went from confused to angry again. "That's none of your business, who are you and why are you here!?" She pushed him up farther, confused why he wasn't gagging more, or dying or…something. She looked down at his body and then to him, confused again.

"My name…is Alucard. I won't harm you. I think we are the same. You and I." He smiled. "Nightwalkers." His smile grew. Then he laughed a little.

Her eyes widened and she dropped him. He fell as she walked back to the wall, collapsing on the floor. He brought his hand up to his neck to feel it. She had really been holding him tightly. She was very strong, especially for someone in as weak a state as she was in. He smiled.

"Vampire? You're a vampire," She laughed. Then, glancing to his outfit, "You look it, I suppose. You should be a bit more inconspicuous…Alucard?"

"Yes." He looked to his outfit. "It suits me."

She smiled. "It does, indeed."

"And you. Look at what you wear." He pointed to her. She was wearing all black with a black coat nearly like his only it stopped at her knees. She had long black hair and nearly black eyes. "I blend in with what I am." She coughed. "That's all."

"I see."

"What are you doing out? Searching for blood?" She peered at him. "Not mine, I hope."

"Perhaps. Certainly not, now." He watched her as she brought her coat around herself, shivering. As she did this, he looked up at the moon, & the wind blowing the air around above him. He looked to his coat, and took it off, draping it over her. She looked up, surprised.

"You, don't have to do that!" She shook her head.

"It's' fine. You seem sick." She looked down. "Why are you out?"

"I…need blood, also. I haven't had any for days…countless days. But I can't seem to…get up the courage. I don't know why. It's like I've lost the taste for it suddenly after all these years. Funny, isn't it?"

He looked confused. "No. I don't understand."

She laughed. "Well. I guess when you've been around as long as I have; you eventually loose your taste at some point. It's a phase. I'll get over it. And I need to. So I went out searching tonight. But I'm so damn weak I can't even find someone and kill them. And I'm so use to killing people that deserve it and I can't find one so I'm just getting weaker looking for one." She looked down.

"Around as long as you have?" He laughed. "How long is that? Fifty years you've been a vampire? One hundred, maybe?"

She looked up and smiled. "No. I'm over five hundred years old." Then she coughed. After a few moments she coughed up blood. She gasped. "Dammit! That's counterproductive!"

He just looked at her, shocked. "You're…that's impossible."

"That's what they say. But I'm a vampire. You don't die if you don't die. How old are you? Fifty, maybe a hundred? I won't cut you down like you did me. You can tell me your age."

"When were you born?" He got down on the ground to look at her.

"When?" She closed her eyes. "It's been so long. How could I remember such a thing?" She looked at him. His eyes were so fixed. "Okay. Um…It was the Fifteenth Century. His eyes widened. "In the late 1460's 70's." She nodded. "Somewhere like that. Why? When were you born, kid?"

He shook his head, moving away. "Around…there. I just have to think." He closed his head. "You're. The first person I've met. You're the same age as me."

"Wait." She stood. "You're over 500 years old." She took his coat off her and held it to him. "You're the same age as me. Not a twenty-year-old vampire who just turned nightwalker and doesn't know what the hell he's doing?"

They both looked at each other.

"As are you?" He tilted his head.

They both continued to look at each other. "You're not lying?" She said, narrowing her eyes.

"No." He said, narrowing his. "I could take you to my home to show you."

"That doesn't sound like a line I've heard before. I'll opt out of that one."

"It's an academy. A business if you will. The Hellsing Organization."

"Hellsing?" She stood back. "I've heard of that." Her face looked a little pale for a moment and then she fell back against the wall. "I just… need to sit."

"Are you okay? Do you need anything?"

"I have a request."

"Yes?"

"Could you help me find someone? Anyone who isn't a good person…to drink their blood."

"I see. Well then, I've found someone."

She looked up. "W-who?"

He took a knife out and cut his forearm arm open a bit with it. She took in a breath. "No!"

"This will be enough to tide you over. You can come with me, I'll get you blood, & then you can go out hunting tomorrow night. You can get back to full-strength."

She looked at his arm, the blood pooling. "I didn't…want to…" She kept looking at it. He smiled. "Drink from anyone that…not from you…" Her eyelids fell a little. "I…" She moved forward and drank it.

"Just for now. Then later, you can hunt again."

She finished & then licked up the excess blood carefully and sat up. He wasn't expecting that, which surprised him. He brought his coat back down. She smiled and licked her lips.

"Thank you, Alucard."

"May I ask? What is your name?"

"Angelita." Her face was beginning to look more alive and she had stopped coughing. She stood, giving him his coat. "And thank you for your coat, Alucard."

"You're welcome, Angelita." He bowed, slightly.

She looked down a little. "So, where is this Hellsing Estate? I think I will see it after all, if you'll still have me."

He smiled. "I think I will."