A/N: Okay...so this is my Hellsing fic! It's just the beginning and sadly Alucard won't make an appearance until a little later. But I hope I have made a lovely "lust" interest. And a good story on top of that. XD

Chapter 1: A New Threat

As the smoke drifted off her diminishing cigar, Sir Integral Fairbrooke Wingates Hellsing shuffles through the reports of the new reoccurring paranormal activities happening all over England.

The Hellsing Organization is known to specialize in eradicating one of the most dangerous creatures of the night, but it also caters to any other dark threats that may endanger the Queen and Her country. Sir Integra had thought that after eliminating Millennium there wouldn't be very much dark activity. But her time and experiences proved that there is always something lurking in the dark, waiting for an opportune time to strike...it's just a matter of disposing it before it really runs amuck.

Whoever is behind all these recent crimes against nature is really starting to piss me off. Sir Integra snuffed out her cigar. Heaving a sigh she begins to organize the reports in order of when they occurred and location. She noticed that in all locations the incidents all have similarities: citizens found dead or missing. What puzzled her most was the lack of evidence. Even though citizens were found dead there is no trace of blood, or even an open wound. And no tracks, not even fingerprints, left on the bodies.

It's as if they just dropped dead. Sir Integra mused as she reaches for another cigar. It didn't help that there isn't a single eye witness account. As Sir Integra lights her cigar a knock echoes in her office, announcing a visitor. "Enter," she solidly commands, not daring to break her concentration. Her office door doesn't open, but Sir Integra knew that her visitor is now standing in front of her desk. "Ah, Seras...just in time. I wanted to give you a break down on this annoying case."

"I felt that you did, which is why I came here."

"Of course. And you know you don't need to knock..."

"I know, Sir. But unlike Master I like to be polite before barging in."

Sir Integra chuckles at the mention of her old servant and looks up from her paperwork. Seras Victoria is standing in attention, but a soft smile adorns her face. Even though it has been thirty years since the Airship Affair, Seras hasn't aged a bit. Sir Integra couldn't help to feel so old around her, but she didn't let that stop her from doing her duties as the last heir of the Hellsing Family. A cold blue eye bore into ruby red eyes for a moment longer before Sir Integra puffed her cigar and begins to run down the reports with her servant.

"Exactly three months ago a series of unexplained deaths and disappearances caught the attention of the Hellsing Organization. Normally, we don't associate ourselves in what appears to be civil crimes, but recent events show that this may very well be within the jurisdiction of Hellsing. A majority of these incidents happen at night. And the victims that are found dead do not show physical evidence of a human assailant. Naturally, I would suspect a clan of vampires...but the bodies show no significant loss of blood. Also, no wounds that would suggest vampires. And a small amount of cases happened during the day." Sir Integra takes a moment to puff her cigar and let out an irritated sigh. "What do you make of this, Seras?"

"Well, it certainly doesn't look like a vampire is behind all of this. And it's kinda hard to investigate with such little evidence," she replied, the tendrils of her left arm flaring.

"Agreed. Whatever is doing this is very evasive."

"If only Master were here..." Seras down casted her eyes, but Sir Integra still caught the glimmer of sadness.

"We can't waste our time waiting for him to return," she said firmly. "Without him we are still the Hellsing Organization. For all we know it may be another thirty years until he awakens...I just hope that I'm still alive to see him again."

A companionable silence falls upon them both. Sir Integra rests her chin over her laced fingers, her fading platinum hair falling over her eye patch. Seras heaves a sigh and clasps her hands behind her back. "I hate to say it...but it seems we are stuck. No witnesses, no clues, or evidence, and the autopsies don't point in any helpful direction. This is something that we've never encountered before."

Before Sir Integra could respond a light knock vibrates throughout the room. "Enter," she commands. A soldier opens the door and salutes. "Sorry to disturb your meeting...but there is a loud young woman and her servant at the gate demanding to see you at once."

Sir Integra raised an eyebrow. "Do I know them?"

"She didn't give her name, but she claims to know who is behind the mass murders around England. And she seems to know quite a lot about the Hellsing Organization."

"Wha?!" Seras exclaimed.

"...Does she now?" Sir Integra says with casual sarcasm as she takes another drag from her cigar.

"Yes, she does," a feminine voice says from a dark shadow in the corner of the office.

"Are you sure you can trust the source of this information? I mean...we are fairly new to this city."

"Fedilus...the underground is the same in every city: drugs, alcohol, half naked women, and secrets. The perfect place for vamps to hide. The info is genuine! Especially since-"

"It came from a vampire," Fedilus finishes for her, his eyes still glued to the road ahead. The woman cocks her head back to look at him. Her pale face is framed by pitch black bangs while her blood red tresses blow wildly in the wind as they speed through the night. Lush pink lips pucker up in annoyance, but her gold eyes sparkled with amusement. Fedilus didn't dare look away from the road to meet her gaze.

"Are you saying you don't trust my sources?" she asked in mock hurt.

Fedilus scoffed. "Of course not! But I would suspect that a newcomer crashing the underground scene wouldn't get useful information without a price."

The woman chuckled. "There was a price alright..."

"Really? What did you give them?"

The woman lifted her foot clad in a black combat boot, and made a kicking motion.

"Ah...so you beat the unliving shit out of them, huh?" Fedilus seemed to be not surprised by this.

"Yep! Would you believe they wanted me to serve as a concubine in exchange? Ha!"

"So, instead you offered your foot up their asses?"

"Exactly." The woman readjusted her head to stare out at the road speeding away from her and straightened her back against his as she spoke again. "I let them know that I, Alessandra din Umbra, the soul leader of the Umbra clan, will not be treated as a newbie vampire, nor will I play their silly mind games. I am above all that. If they want to stay on my good side all they have to do is be useful by answering my questions and sharing information."

The motorcycle braked at a stop light. Alessandra rolled her eyes. "We are in a bit of a hurry...why don't you be a bad boy and run all the lights?"

Fedilus shakes his head, the lights from the street lamps bouncing off his helmet. "That will attract attention. And I wouldn't want to die a second time, thank you." He turns his head and flips his cover of the helmet up, bright blue eyes that seem be moss green for a split second before returning to blue regarded Alessandra seriously. "And could you please sit correctly? It's not safe riding back-to-back on a motorcycle."

"Nah. I like the rush of possible danger...and the feel of my hair blowing across my face. Now let's hurry!"

Fedilus sighed and replaced his cover as he revved the motorcycle before speeding off at the green light. They drive on in silence, Alessandra protesting at every red light as the only exception. At the eighth light Fedilus announced that they are approaching the outskirts of London.

"Finally! The surroundings were beginning to bore me."

"Come now...I heard England has even more castles than Romania and Transylvania combined! Of course...there aren't any in the city."

"Exactly! The constant rain and fog is quite dreary, but a castle would add an alluring fear."

Fedilus nodded in absent agreement. "And since we're on the subject...are you sure that all the open portals here are the work of Modeus? I mean open portals are pretty common."

"Yes, but numerous openings in a short amount of time and all exclusively in England? No...It is him, and this is where he wants us. He knows I hate it when the Shadow Realm is mistreated...and that I would stop at nothing to fix it."

"It does seem quite convenient. From what we learned in Transylvania it makes perfect sense that he would lead us here."

"But why? I already know the gist of his reasoning...even if I still think its bullshit. Why doesn't he just face me now instead of continuing this silly demented game of chase and deduction?"

"He did say that he would not come for you until you either figured it out or you run out of time...and he seems to love rubbing it in your face."

Alessandra growls. "Insufferable bastard!"

"I agree whole-heartedly," Fedilus mumbled as he continued to speed towards their destination. "By the way...where are we going?"

"Hellsing Organization Headquarters."

Fedilus' head shoots back to stare at Alessandra. "Hellsing? Why the hell are we going there?"

"Shouldn't you be watching the road?" she asked smartly.

Fedilus turns his head back. "You didn't answer my question. Hellsing is the last place where we should be if we wish to live."

"Aww...are ya scared? And besides...it can't be helped. According to my sources when there is a threat to England under the guise of the night the Hellsing Organization moves and renders that threat silent in the name of God and Country. So, it would make sense that they are trying to figure out all the portals. They probably have no idea what's going on since they deal exclusively with vampires and the knowledge of the Realms is a well-kept secret."

"Makes sense...but what are we going to do once we get there and possibly decide to not murder us?"

"I've been thinking about that. I will offer up some information about the portals and who is behind it all. And then I will introduce us and our unique professions. This hopefully opens up the opportunity to offer our services to them."

"Serve them? Why? We could just do it ourselves."

"Yes...but we will miss out on the chance to get useful information from the Hellsing Organization. I see it as impaling two humans with one spike; we take care of the portals and quite possibly get more info behind Modeus' motives...and his weaknesses."

"How do we know that this is not exactly what Modeus wants? He must've known that this is where we would naturally end up. We could play right into his hands."

There is a long period of silence. Fedilus began to think that she didn't hear him until he heard her answer softly, her words barely audible in the rushing wind. "We don't. And quite clearly I don't care. This isn't about vengeance anymore...it's about my identity and why the hell it's causing all this trouble."

Nothing more was said between them. They rode in silence until a mansion came into view on the horizon. "I believe we are almost there. Do you think that is the right place?" Fedilus asked. Alessandra turns her head and using her third eye looks beyond human ability. "If it's normal to have soldiers training in the courtyard at three in the morning...then we have the wrong place," she answers amused. Fedilus chuckled. "Alright...now how do we let them know we come in peace?"

"What are we? Aliens? We'll try the old fashioned way."

As Fedilus comes closer to the mansion guards appear and take a defensive stance in front of the iron gates. "Halt!" one of them yelled. Fedilus brakes and the motorcycle slides a bit before standing still a few feet from the gate. "This is private property! We ask that you leave immediately!" another guard announced. Not taking notice of the guards, Alessandra jumped off the seat and takes in her surroundings. After a few moments she looked over at Fedilus as he took off his helmet, freeing his currently short black hair. "If you don't leave we will have to use force!" a guard yelled out when neither of them showed any signs of leaving.

"We're not leaving until we see the person in charge here," Alessandra stated calmly.

"What business do you have here?" an older guard asked firmly.

"I have information regarding the recent phenomenon happening here in England."

The guards all regarded each other with puzzled looks. Fedilus bites his bottom lip. I hope this works, he heard in his mind. He shakes his head. Ugh…I wish you would at least warn me before invading my mind. It's unsettling, he thought back. He heard her chuckle before feeling a sensation leave his thoughts. The older guard stepped forward. "I do not know how you know of this organization, but you need an appointment to see our leader."

"Oh! So, this is a secret organization?" Alessandra asked innocently as she tilted her head to the side. Fedilus looked over at her in shock. The guard looked just as shocked. "You said you had information! I assumed that-"

"Oh no! I only said that just so I could see if you would admit that you were a secret organization specializing in paranormal affairs. And I guess I was right!" Alessandra exclaimed a bit too happily and with a smile.

Fedilus banged his head into his palm. The guard eyed them suspiciously. "I don't know what you're getting at, but you must leave immediately before we force you!" The other guards take an offensive stance. Alessandra shifted her eyes, looking at all the guards until they fall still on one younger looking one. Her smile lessened, but didn't totally disappear. The younger guard's eyes meet and lock onto hers, unable to look away from the intense gaze.

Oh god…what is she thinking?! Fedilus thought as he noticed what she's doing.

Alessandra broke her eye contact and sighed. "Okay…we'll leave. C'mon, Fedilus, we are not wanted here."

Fedilus puts on his helmet and hopped on the motorcycle. He chanced a glance at the guard Alessandra was mesmerizing and noticed that he is still staring intently at her. He felt Alessandra's back collide with his and heard her mutter "Du-te!" softly. He started and revved the engine of the motorcycle before turning about and taking off.

"Well…that could've gone better," he said disappointingly.

"Drive just enough to where they can't see us, then drive off to the side of the road and enter the woods," Alessandra commanded firmly.

"What? Why?"

"We're meeting someone…it would be rude to be late and keep them waiting. And even if we were polite we still wouldn't have gotten those thick heads to let us in without force."

"Huh…and here I thought you were being stupid when you were actually testing them. You planned on breaking in all along!" He heard her laugh in response. He drove just far enough from the guards sight and then swerved to the side to enter the woods. He drove in the direction of the mansion until Alessandra asked him to stop. As he does Alessandra leaped from the seat and rushed ahead of him in the trees. Fedilus sighed as he removed his helmet and propped his motorcycle against a sturdy tree before running after her.

As they both come to a clearing in the woods a humanoid figure appeared just ahead in the trees. Alessandra halts and crosses her arms as she waits for the figure to show itself. Fedilus stopped just past her, a look of confusion plastered on his face. He takes a moment to study Alessandra, hoping she might explain herself. Blood red tresses are held up in a French ponytail, half up in a black hair clip and the rest just past her lower back. Pitch black bangs stop at her chin, framing her face as it continued to stare into the woods. Her bright red corset halter top with matching skirt decorated with black mesh seems to add fierceness in her stance. Black fishnet tights meet tough combat boots. All this added with her dark make-up and tattoos paint her in beautiful intimidation.

"Aww! You think I'm beautifully intimidating?" he heard Alessandra gush. Fedilus sighed. "I wish you wouldn't invade my thoughts…but yes. I did until you had to ruin it with your mouth." Alessandra looks over at Fedilus. His physical form body today is that of a young lad dressed in rugged jeans, stark white T-shirt, and worn leather jacket. His short black hair is a tangled mess from the helmet and the lad's blue eyes stare at her pointedly, waiting for a response. Sometimes she swore she caught a flash of his green eyes before they are overtaken by the body's biology. Try as it might it could never hide his outstanding personality. Even though she only sees this physical form she can't help to picture his true form standing beside her. Like old times, she silently reminisced as she smiled.

"Temper, temper…or else you won't know my little plan." She winked and looked back as the humanoid figure emerged into the clearing. It is the same guard that Alessandra stared at so intensely. "Oh Mistress!" the young guard muttered and he walked toward her with devotional eyes. Fedilus quirked an eyebrow. "You hypnotized one of their guards? That's your brilliant plan?" he asked skeptically.

Instead of answering his question, Alessandra began to walk to the guard. Just before she reached him she suddenly dropped down and shot her right leg up, hard boot meeting the fragile jaw of the guard. The guard jutted up off the ground and lands sprawled on the soft ground knocked out cold. Alessandra patted her hands together in accomplishment and looks over at a very befuddled Fedilus. "I believe I have found you a new body to possess for a short time, my old friend."

Sudden realization popped into Fedilus' eyes. "Ah, you clever vixen…once again your absurd logic knows no bounds," he praised before a white light glowed from his eyes. A transparent figure leaped from Fedilus' current host and coalesced beside Alessandra. The host body falls limp to the ground with a soft thud. Alessandra looks upon her friend and longtime companion as he reformed to his usual old self. His ethereal body is just barely discernible; from his tied back ginger hair to the trade mark household uniform and gloves embellished with the Umbra clan crest he almost appeared alive…if you could ignore the fact that you can see through him. His transparent green eyes, framed by spinney glasses resting atop his freckled nose, study the unconscious body of the guard.

"His soul is just cracked enough for me to possess him, but not so bad that it will break from my presence. The perfect pitch!" Fedilus looked up to see Alessandra grinning triumphantly, her sharp canines gleaming in the moonlight. "I told you that my vampire heritage helps me evaluate an individual's soul…I just do it differently. Now hurry! Ghost him and go tell their leader to see me! I will be waiting at the gate."

Fedilus nodded and closed his eyes. His form began to shift and lose its shape as it sifted straight through the guard's body. A violent ripple jerked the body to life, and the guard gasped for air. "Ow! You hit him pretty hard!" he complained as he rubbed his jaw. Alessandra only half-heartedly pouts and shrugged her shoulders. The guard, now Fedilus' current host, gets up and saluted Alessandra before running off in the direction of the mansion.

Now all alone Alessandra sighed and goes to retrieve Fedilus' long term host. Then calling upon her natural abilities she disappeared and materialized next to the motorcycle, chucking the host on top of the seat. "I'm sorry, Fedilus…but once again I must follow what my absurd logic tells me to do," she muttered quietly to herself. She takes both handles of the motorcycle and began to tow both bike and host toward where Fedilus ran off. "Deschideti," she called out into the woods, and ahead of her a black portal appeared, ripping open into existence. Without breaking her stride Alessandra forged ahead and stepped through, welcoming the sensation of being shrouded in darkness. "Inchide," Alessandra's voice commanded and the portal ceased to exist.