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WARNING: This story WILL contain violence, strong language, smut, sexual content, male x male relationship. That said, this is for mature (age 18+) audience only. If you are underage, please turn back. You have been warned!

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do NOT own the characters that are taken from Manga / Anime Hellsing. I may use historical facts as a reference from time to time, though I also may make slightly different interpretations of any actual event (in case of doubts, please refer to the Wikipedia and don't hate me for twisting history).

I set the events of this story to a present day as I am not confident enough to portray the actual age in which the Hellsing is set. I will not follow the events of the manga / anime. And now, enjoy reading!

1. "Sheesh, change back already!"

Alucard looked at the dark sky above him. The heavy clouds hung low and he could hear thunder off in a distance. It was still too far though, maybe three hours? Yeah, that sounded about right. His eyes easily picked up the lightings on the horizon. For now, it was just drizzling gently, as it had been for the past two days. Well, as it always has in this part of England. When he had heard about England's famous weather the first time, he thought people were just joking. In truth, he hasn't realized just how true it was until he actually ventured up to the Yorkshire and further north. He was now just on the outskirts of Nottingham, watching the countryside with a bit of melancholy.

The sight reminded of his home. Not the Hellsing Manor, his real home, Transylvania. The hills here weren't as high, true, but the wild country, the fields, forests, even the imminent storm; everything made him think of the time when he was a child, running around his father's castle in search for adventures. He shook his head quickly, dismissing the thought about his father and his childhood. It was so very long time ago and he wished he would have forgotten. In fact, he often thought he had, but then a sight like this would remind him everything…

He just stood there, in the middle of the fields near the town he was about to enter, and he thought about how he got there. When did it all start? Did he sealed his fate when he became a vampire, a true No Dead King? Or was it before? Maybe on the battlefields where he got his nickname Vlad The Impaler? Alucard smirked at that. Nobody called him that these days. Truth was, hardly anyone knew now he used to go by that name. But no, it all started when he was just a boy of eleven years, send to the Ottomans as a hostage to keep his father loyal. Back then, his brother Radu was with him. He was such an innocent boy, four years younger than him, but what has become of him?

Alucard shook his head again. So many memories. It wasn't like him to be pondering the past. He turned his back on the nostalgic sight and looked at the town in front of him. Somewhere down there was a nest of some particularly nasty vampires. They have been raiding the town and near villages in hordes, feeding on the humans, leaving countless bodies wherever they went. Local authorities couldn't do anything against them. Most of them were dead by now already anyway. When the word of this reached Hellsing, Integra send her best trash-disposer to deal with the matter.

But the last two days that he has been circling the area in search for the culprits haven't turned up anything and all he could do now was to wait for them to get out of their hiding, wherever that was. And to top it all off… Alucard let out an annoyed groan. The Hellsing has been lately too friendly with the Vatican and he's been send on several missions together with their priests as a gesture of good will. "Good will, my ass!" Alucard grunted again and wondered what dimwit he'd have to deal with this time around. The bloody idiot couldn't even get there in time! He was still toying with the idea of disposing of the man just for the hell of it, when a knife pierced his shoulder, making him turn sharply towards the attacker.

"Missed me, bloodsucker?"

With that, he launched at the man, drawing his guns in quick smooth motion and firing it at him before the other could blink an eye. One bullet caught him in the forearm, the other grazed his cheek.

"You're late, Anderson."

Anderson just shrugged, the grinned as he touched his bleeding cheek and licked the blood from his fingers, the wound already healing.

"I got hold up in London."

"Like hell you did!"

Alucard was glaring daggers at him. Alexander Anderson, the priest of the Vatican, regenerator, his enemy and for now, obviously, his partner for this mission. "The Gods have strange sense of humour, pairing me with his of all people!" He thought bitterly, though outwards he just asked.

"Why did they send you? One would think you were too busy."

"Nobody else wants to work with you anymore. I wonder why, with that charming personality of yours."

He send another knife flying towards Alucard, though he knew the other would dodge it easily. It was part of the game they always played. All this banter to and fro, attempts to kill each other, all just a part of the game. Well, they did hate each other. Neither of them could point exactly to what it was that pissed him about the other the most. They would probably agree that the mere presence of the other person is an abomination and insult of its own.

"Well, I'd hate to bother you then. You can hurry and go back. I can deal with this on my own anyway, you'd just be in a way."

Alucard caught the knife that Anderson flung at him between his fingers. He could feel tiny cuts that it made close up as quickly as they appear. He toyed with the knife, watching the other man with his mad red eyes. He smelled his blood in the air and his tongue flicked over his lips, revealing the sharp canines. Anderson noticed and grinned.

"Wanna piece of me, fucker? Just come and try. Give me an excuse, I'm begging you!"

"Tseh, as if I wanted something as foul as your blood."

"The others may disagree on that."

Sure enough, they were slowly being surrounded by a large group of vampires. Their gleaming eyes and bared teeth shone despite the lack of moonlight. Alucard took a quick count of them.

"Thirty-five. Piece of cake. So, what do you say, priest, how about a contest? The one with more kills wins?"

"Sure. What's the price?"

"Scotch?"

"You've got a deal!"

And just like that, they put all their differences aside and stood with backs to each other, facing the tightening circle of hungry vampires that were lured here by the scent of their blood.

As they started disposing of the oncoming creatures, it struck Alucard that these vampires were starved for blood, crazed with their hunger enough to attack anything that moved. They were disorganized, just throwing themselves at them without any sort of self-awareness or self-preservation at least. He caught the nearest one by the neck and pulled, a fountain of blood erupted from the torn arteries. He tossed the head aside and watched with satisfaction as the vampire slumped to the ground. He looked up, his eyes shining with bloodlust and he snatched next one, burying his teeth into the young woman's shoulder. She screamed in pain and shocked as he started draining her, ignoring her attempts to get free. Her struggling grew feebler until she was just hanging limply in his hands. He looked down at what once had been a lovely face and thrust his hand inside her chest, tearing her heart out before devouring it. He tossed the wrecked body aside and he reached for another, laughing insanely.

Anderson swung his sword, halving the vampire before him in one strike. Before the body fell apart, he swung the sword again and detached the head, watching the body fall in pieces down. He caught a movement with the corner of his eyes and draw a knife, spinning around in one fluid motion, severing the head of his attacker.

"Really, this is no fun. It's like they want to be killed!"

Anderson spat on the body of his next opponent and just looked around. His heart was beating with the adrenalin rush, but he couldn't even enjoy it. This was way too easy.

"Ha! Take that!"

Alucard finished the last vampire and looked up almost regretfully.

"What, no more? Okay, so that's one, two, three… Sixteen, seventeen!"

"Seventeen here as well… That's thirty-four. Didn't you say there was one more? Did you actually learn how to count, idiot?"

"There were thirty-five. Let's count them again!"

They recounted all the bodies but the result was the same.

"One got away."

"Impossible! I've watched them carefully."

"Well, apparently not! You were probably too busy to feed."

Anderson looked at him with disgust. Alucard's face was painted red with blood, his clothes was drenched and his eyes were gleaming more than ever.

"I couldn't help it."

He actually just shrugged his shoulders and grinned, then he stretched and cracked his neck slowly like a cat after eating too much. His form shimmered for a second, then he burst into million pieces. Where Alucard stood a moment ago, a huge black dog appeared. Hell hound.

The monster's snout lifted in the air, trying to catch the smell of the run-away vampire. His many eyes were watching the distant horizon, each in different direction. Then they all snapped to one spot and the hound started after it.

"Hey!"

Anderson shouted after the dog but he was away before he finished that one syllable.

"Damn him!"

He started after him on foot, catching up with him half a mile later. On the edge of a small village stood a shack, no bigger than your average tool shed on a garden. The hound was just sitting in front of it, grinning madly at the door, his tongue lolling in and out.

"Sheesh, change back already!"

The beast stood and shook his body as if trying to get out of his coat the rain drops that started falling a moment ago. His form blurred and the next instant, Alucard stood in its place, keeping the mad grin and glinting eyes.

"She's inside. Looks like there's a lair in the basement. And the little bitch led us right to it."

"Fine. Let's check it out if there are any others of her kind. Might be good to ask her some questions too. Those little vamps back there hardly looked like the ones we were sent here for."

"Yeah."

On that, they could agree. The information they got was clear. The group was extremely organized. These must have been newbies, barely few days old in vampire age. As for their actual age, Alucard guessed they were between sixteen and twenty. Just a bunch of kids whose playing got out of hands. The girl inside was no exception. He could hear her whimpering down in the basement. She was praying actually, whispering into the darkness. "O Lord, show your mercy to me and gladden my heart. O Good Samaritan, come to my aid, I am like the sheep that went astray…"

"Foolish child."

"Huh?"

"Nothing. She seems to be one of your kind."

Anderson looked at him confused but decided not to ask and just followed him inside.

"Looks like there is no one else."

Alucard nodded in agreement and pointed towards a slightly shaking wardrobe at the end of the room. The girl in it took a sharp intake of breath and as they started walking towards her, then broke into sobs.

They took deliberately long time to cross the room. It was filled with all sorts of filthy rugs, matrasses and rotting food. The stench of the place was overwhelming. It smelled like cats have been living, and dying, here too. There was a dampness as well. The walls were half covered with mould.

"Open the door, little girl. We're not gonna eat you. Yet."

Alucard chuckled and winked at Anderson who just ignored him and drew his sword, bringing it down on the wardrobe's door, cracking it open.

"D-d-don't k-kill me, p-p-please!"

"You better answer few questions."

"I-I yes! I will answer anything."

The girl had thick northern accent. "She must be from further up north." Alucard realized. Anderson meanwhile started questioning her.

"Okay, let's start with something simple. What's your name?"

"E-Elaine, sir. Elaine Patterson."

"Alright. And what is a girl like you doing here, Elaine?"

He notice that the girl was clutching a rosary in her trembling hands and he now understood what Alucard meant by his kind.

"P-Peter, t-that's my boyfriend. W-was… Oh, God, oh God! S-so much blood!"

The girl broke into another fit of sobs. Alucard's patience was dissipating quickly.

"She's not gonna tell us anything useful, Anderson. Let's finish her and leave. I'm getting thirsty for that Scotch."

"N-no! Wait! I c-can tell you anything you want! P-please, Father, please don't let him…"

She trailed off as Alucard bore his eyes into her.

"Answers, now. Or the mad bloodsucker takes you for dinner."

"Y-yes! Peter brought me here. We… We were meeting some of his friends. We were all, y-you know…"

"No. You were what?"

"S-supporters."

"Eh?"

Anderson looked at her with confusion, then turned to Alucard.

"She means supporters of vampires. Kids these days think it's some kind of culture, like hippies in seventies."

"You're kidding."

"Nope, wish I were. The likes of her and her friends like to dress up and put on dark make-up and all. Once in a while, one of them stumbles upon a real vampire and they are so fucking ecstatic, that they either let the vampires drain them or turn them. The latter is worse as they are often just left alone afterwards. They have no idea how to handle the power, how to feed without killing, how to hide during the day… They end up dead pretty soon after their birth."

Anderson turned back to the girl, his face even more disgusted than when he was looking at Alucard previously.

"Is that true?"

"Y-yes."

Elaine peeped quietly, scared out of her wits by the angry look in the priest's eyes. Mad vampire was one thing, but the Father of the Church looking like that…

"Next question. Where are others?"

"What? What others?"

"Don't play dumb with me! Where are the ones that turned you and your friends? Where are those that terrorize the town and these villages?"

"I… I don't know where they are staying, I swear! They came here three weeks ago and turned us. We were so happy back then. But we couldn't eat any of the normal food and we grew so hungry… W-we… We had to…"

She started crying, but continued.

"Then, two days ago came of them, Virgil, I think. And he told us that someone is coming and that we have to stay hidden. And we did, but then… The blood… We smelled it and… We were so hungry…"

"And you came to the source of it. This Virgil, did he say where the others might be hiding? How many are there of them? How many hiding places? Anything that could help us find them?"

"Will you let me go if I tell you?"

Alucard made a clicking sound with his teeth but it was Anderson who answered.

"Yes. I will let you go."

The obvious relief showed on her face and she smiled through the tears.

"Thank you, Father. Virgil said there were three groups around the town. I don't know how many there are exactly, about twenty in each group I think. Their leader is Marcos, he's staying somewhere else though. I think he's not from around here. Peter once said that Marcos has a castle in Scotland from which he directs everything. Virgil is the only who knows him in person though. He leads the vampires here."

"Here? There are more groups like this?"

"I think so. Peter said that we were just a beginning, that a new age is starting and vampires will rule England and soon the whole world."

"Yeah, that's not gonna happen. Okay, Anderson, you have your answers. Now can I eat her?"

Anderson sighed and looked the girl in the eyes. She was barely sixteen, her big round eyes were once chestnut brown, her now tangled hair were the colour of honey. She must have been pretty once. His eyes met hers and he smirked.

"Yeah. Knock yourself out."

"W-what?! No! Father, you promised! You promised you won't kill me!"

"Huh? No, I promised to let you go, didn't I? Well, I am letting you go. I am letting you go to meet our Father Maker and face his judgement."

"F-father…"

Alucard grinned at Anderson, then turned his gaze upon the hysterical girl.

"Father…"

"What?!"

He looked at her annoyed.

"Can you at least s-say the prayer… The Absolution…"

He arched his eyebrow at her, then shook his head.

"If you were a person, I would. But you're a monster, you have no soul to be prayed for."

With that, he turned on his heel and walked away to the sounds of the girl's wailing and pained screams as Alucard started his feast. Before he reached the stairs that led up the door and out of the shack, he heard the cracking of the bones and turned around. Alucard was standing in a pool of blood and bones. There was no evidence that this was a person just a moment ago. He shook his head at him, then headed out.

Hello everybody! First chapter of my new story, yay! I hope you liked the start of the story. =^.^=

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