12 hours earlier: Undisclosed Location

"…Just so we're clear, your mission is to kill Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing, head of the Hellsing Organisation, as well as the other Knights of the Round Table." Said a spectacled man, fiddling with a silver cross around his neck. "Here's your advance payment of 1 million dollars, you will get the other 3.5 million when the job is complete." He pulled up a briefcase onto a nearby table and opened it, revealing the cash inside. "There is also another thing. We want you to bring us something to prove of their deaths, but not something like their heads, we are not animals."

The man on the opposite end of the table simply smiled as he closed and picked up the briefcase. "Don't worry, so long as you pay me, I'll get it done. I can guarantee that. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some planning to do." He said as he walked off.

Present: Hellsing Manor, United Kingdom

All was quiet at the Hellsing Manor, nearly everyone was sleeping; save for a few patrolling guards inside and outside the building. The sun had set hours ago, and the moon was giving off little light; the perfect setting for a murder. As the guards patrolled the outer perimeter, a lone infiltrator made his way over one of the walls and into the manor grounds. The man then swiftly but silently sprinted over the easily viewable grounds towards the manor. He stopped on a wall, before moving along some scaffolding and coming across a window and opening it.

As he continued inside and upstairs, he paused to pull out a detonator type device and activate it, before moving on again. After moving through the empty hallways, he came across Lady Integra's room, to which he silently opened the door and slipped inside the room, seconds before a guard came around the corner and into the hallway. Pulling out a silenced colt .45 and pulling back the slide, the man slowly walked up to the bed where Integra was sleeping. Hearing this, she woke up and looked directly at him, before reaching for her bedside table. She was stopped before she could grab anything from it and his gun was then pointed at her head.

"Who are you, what are you doing here?" She asked loudly.

"Keep it down will ya? As for your questions, my name's not important, and I'm here to kill you. Now if you don't mind, I have a bullet with your name on it; literally." He answered. Just before he was about to pull the trigger, Seras busted into the room followed by several guards.

"Sir Integra, the cameras just went offline, we-" Seras said before stopping mid-sentence, seeing the assassin.

"Great, complications. Wait, what's your name girl?"

"Seras, Seras Victoria."

"I thought I recognized you. I knew one of your mates in the metropolitan force, Jack I think it was. Tell me, what's a girl like you doing in a place like this?" She simply said nothing. "Pity. You know you really shouldn't have gotten involved in this scheme of theirs, because chances are I might have to kill you to get out of here, and I'd hate to waste the life of such a lovely young woman. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a job to do."

He attempted to pull the trigger again, but was grabbed by Seras. Seras then did something none of them were expecting; she bit down on his neck, causing him to go rigid. His eyes widened at the feeling of the bite, slowly turning them from a bright green to a blood red. She then took out her teeth from his neck, making him slowly relax and letting go of the gun.

Integra stood up from her bed before nodding at Seras. "Thank you for coming to my aid. I want this man thrown in the interrogation cell, I want to know who he is, who he's working for and why. I will not let this attempt on my life go unchallenged." The guards nodded before grabbing the man and dragging him away. "Seras, you do know what you've done, don't you?"

Seras looked at her. "I haven't, have I?" She asked.

"Unfortunately so, unwillingly of course. Because of this, once we're done interrogating him, you'll be the one who decides what to do with him. Understood?"

She nodded. "I understand. Is there anything else you need me to do?"

"No, that will be all. Go get some rest." Seras nodded before exiting the room.

Several hours later…

"…I'll ask again, who are you?" Integra asked impatiently.

"The Queen." He replied jokingly.

"Who are you?"

"Walter Dornez."

"WHO ARE YOU DAMMIT?!"

"Integra fucking Hellsing!"

She slammed her fist down on the table. "I've had enough of this! Tell me who you are and who you work for, now!"

"That kind of attitude will get you nowhere, try asking nicely." He said with a smile.

"Alright then," She said, pulling out a knife "tell me or I start cutting off your fingers, one, by, one."

"Wow, didn't know you were the kind of woman that got her hands dirty. Tempting offer by the way, but still not what I want to hear. Here's a tip, try talking in numbers."

She smiled slightly, before raising the knife to his throat. Before she could do anything though, Walter walked into the room. "Sir Integra, I wish to discuss something with you." The old man said. She sighed, and then put down the knife.

"Very well, I will be along momentarily." She turned to the man handcuffed to the table. "Looks like you get to live, for now." She said calmly before leaving the room. Behind the two way glass, Walter and Integra shared a 'thoughtful' conversation. "…are you sure we should do something like this? I mean, he just tried to kill me! Do you really think that he will just switch sides?"

"He is a hired killer, of course he will. If he was a professional assassin, you would've have been dead already, and we would never have found him. Trust me, with the right motivation, he will easily join us."

"Very well, we will see." She walked back into the interrogation room.

"Well, well miss Integra, that was a nice conversation you had with the old man, now… I hear you're a bit understaffed, care to make an offer?" He asked with an evil smile on his face.

"How did you-?"

"How did I know what you were talking about? Come on, it's not the first time I've been in a room like this, and besides; you left the door open. I heard every. Single. Word." The man smiled as he jiggled his handcuffs before standing up and extending his hands for a handshake. "I think we got off on the wrong foot. The name's Sparkz, I'm a merc. Nice to meet you, Miss Integra Hellsing."

"Your accent, I take it you're an Australian?" She asked in a more kind tone.

"How nice of you to notice. As for your previous question, I was hired as a deniable asset, to kill you and the other Knights of the Round Table.

"Who hired you?"

He leaned in closer towards her left ear. "Il Vaticano".