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Eastern England,

Outskirts of Malign,

10 miles from English Channel,

December 11

A single truck slowly rumbled past another seemingly abandoned farmhouse. The dead trees enveloped the road in their snarled grasp, their barren branches breaking up the lovely rays from the full moon. The deuce and a half dove into a pothole, its poor suspension not doing anything to soften the bumps cratered all along the county road. A young blonde was launched into the air. Her tuff of ungroomed hair slammed into a steel bar above her. A grunt escaped from her lips, as her head screamed in pain.

On the way back down her rear slammed into the steel bench lining the sides of the ancient military vehicle. A louder cry slipped between her lips, her butt was already numb from other such incidents. Glancing up, the ten other men filling in the bench were trying to refrain from exploding into laughter, the only thing holding them back was fear and the fact most of them had grunted too. Her cheeks started to turn red. She hung her head and prayed that her bangs would hide her evident embarrassment.

A sigh escaped from her mouth as she rubbed her white gloves on her sore ass. The group had been riding for hours along seemingly endless country roads, their bumps hell bent on making sure no man could feel their lower body after traveling for more than a few minutes. Another bump reinforced their plot.

'Don't worry Mignonette, you should be there soon. Besides, your immortal, the pain will be gone soon and your bruises will disappear shortly thereafter.' Seras grimaced at the voice in the back of her head. Pip had a way of comforting her but damn after twelve years of him being with her every second he had a way of being annoying.

'I am not that annoying… Am I?' And having him read her every thought didn't help.

'No Pip you are not that annoying.' Her familiar released a sigh of relief. 'However next time I catch you wanking well I am taking a shower, I swear to God, I will do some kind of mind purge thing and make you suffer!' Seras did her best to sound menacing, she ended up sounding somewhere between drowsy and congested.

Her familiar just laughed at her threat. 'Kinky as always I see, maybe you should have me manifest well you are in the shower. Then you can truly "punish" me.' Seras could see the French mercenary's cocky smile in her head. It only made her blush more.

'You cheeky French bastard!' His smile just grew larger. God, she felt like screaming her head off.

Looking up she saw a perfectly good reason why not. The ten Wild Geese in the vehicle were staring at her with their heads cocked. She must have said her little conversation out loud. Her cheeks went from a rosy color to a deep crimson. She tried to explain it to one sitting next to her.

"You see… I … uh was talking, err, thinking with… umm Pip, and well… you know?" He simply raised one of his bushy eyebrows and slowly nodded his head.

"Mmmm hmmmm…", his breath was visible in the frigid temperature. With a sigh, Seras dropped her head in defeat and tried to suppress her blush. She went the rest of the way in silence, well except for her occasional cry of pain.

The vehicle's brake began to squeak as the truck decelerated, its pneumatic brakes releasing a cloud of air when it finally rolled to a stop. The Wild Geese stood up and picked up their modified assault rifles. In pairs they hopped out of the Deuce and a half's rear and scanned the area. Seras grabbed her 13.7mm rifle, BAERLKS. She wasn't expecting any real threats here but, 'Better safe than sorry, eh Pip?' Seras followed them out.

As her feet dove into the snow, Seras looked around her surroundings. She was in the central square of some small hamlet, Malign, population two hundred. The snowcapped buildings seemed abandoned. The snow on the ground had been there for over a day but it remained undisturbed. Not even animals left a mark on the ground. It was a ghost town.

"Okay men, fan out! Check to see if we have any survivors. Tune in on channel three for updates." With a grumble the French mercenaries started to trudge through the foot of snow, slowly marching their way out through the village. Seras mean while stared at the moon. The snowfall helped amplify its rays, making as bright as it would during the day.

'Just like Integra said, eh Mignonette?' Seras looked from the moon and gazed across the town towards church, its steeple shooting up from the darkness. The cross capping it seemingly glowed in the moon's radiance.

'Not quite my friend.' Taking in a deep breath she started to march towards the church, snow crunching under the foot of her combat boots.

-x-x-x-x-x-x-

Twelve hours prior

Hellsing HQ

Seras slowly cracked open the large doors into her bosses office. Peeking in the Draculina could see Sir Hellsing leaning against her office's large windows. Her gaze was across the snow strewn courtyard of her mansion, smoke escaping from her crumbling cigar. She is always waiting for Alucard.

"Seras, you shouldn't creep into a room like that. It is rude." Integra stepped away from the window. She casually walked over to her high backed chair in front of her desk. "Besides, I thought that you weren't going to use doors now that you are a true vampire?" Seras shrugged and gave off a mumble for an answer.

Integra sat down in her luscious chair as Seras made way into the office. She walked up to the desk and stood there, waiting for orders. Integra tapped the ashes off her cigar before sliding a large file towards Seras. The Draculina picked up the folder and opened it. Inside the manila folder contained three different batches of reports and a few pictures. As Seras skimmed through it Integra continued to speak.

"As you can see, over the course of the last month we have lost contact with three villages. These villages were all hit by a vampire. All of their inhabitants became ghouls."

Seras interrupted, "What did we do about them?"

Integra glared at her, her glasses glaring in the little natural light in the building. "I was getting to that police girl."

"Sorry Master." Integra shook her head before continuing her briefing.

"Anyway, we did send in a team to search the town and wipe out its infestation. We deemed you unnecessary for the operations by the way." Seras head dropped in defeat. "Each time we arrived the town seemed empty, like it was abandoned. The only thing our teams found out of place was always the town's church. In all three cases they were burnt to the ground. Well, that was until we found the vampire's lair."

Seras flipped through some pictures in the folder. They showed where the vampire had made their den. At each location it was just a giant orgy of blood and gore. Everyone was in a giant pile of contorted corpses. Most had their heads blown to little bloody meat chunks. The rest were chopped to bits, their dismembered limbs tossed in the pile as well.

"So the vampires turned everyone and then decided it would be wonderful idea to slaughter them all, and then burnt down the local church on their way out?"

Integra released a large plume of smoke as she opened her lips. "No police girl."

"Huh?" Sera slayed all the pictures down on the table and looked through them. All featured some mutilated corpse. "What happened then?"

"The vampires never left. Hell, they probably never had a chance to get out of their seats, let alone kill their ghoul army and burn down the church. The massacres were all done by a third party. The vampires themselves are in the middle of the carnage, their bodies drained of all blood." Seras looked at a new picture. It showed the base of the pile. Beneath everyone was the vampire, staked to the ground and shriveled up.

Sears looked at the pictures again. "Do you think it could be Iscariot?" The Vatican's hit squad was well known for their abilities in the art of killing and they had the audacity to do some stupid things.

"Nope, I called Wolfe after our teams searched through carnage. There is no way in hell they would touch England after their 9th Crusade. Besides one of the towns was Catholic."

Seras was insanely puzzled. "Was it vampire infighting then?"

"Sorry, wrong answer." Integra handed Seras a specific paper.

"I am running out of ideas here." Integra smirked.

"I swear I can't see how you were an officer back in the day."

"I would like to point out that I simply beat the shit out of people and then arrested them, the detectives did all the rest."

"Luckily for you we do have the full power of England's top forensics teams at our command. Our investigation showed it was all done by human hands with guns of multiple caliber large caliber and blades of silver, most likely in numbers between twenty and fifty. Whoever they are, they are a large group well versed in the hunting of the undead."

Seras puzzled over the situation. "Well, if they are taking out the all undead for us isn't that a good thing?"

"No. They might take out the monsters for us but they also burn down our churches. That is a declaration of war against the Church of England and therefore us."

Seras scratched her head. "Okay so we have a new opponent, who the hell are they?"

"That I don't know." Integra dumped the stub of her cigar into the ashtray. "The only other groups I know of that could do something like this are our American friends. We only know that they are human, use silver weapons, hunt vampires and drain its blood, and this." Integra reached into her suits pocket and pulled out another picture. Seras grabbed it from her hand. It appeared to be a dead family, a mother, father, and a baby girl. All three had their throats slit and their bodies placed side by side to each other, hand in hand. Seras started to boil in rage, even Pip's hollers in French were audible in the back of her head.

"What kind of monsters are they?" Integra grabbed the picture out of the Draculina's trembling hand.

"Freaks, my police girl. This family was the only people we found not turned into ghouls. The bastards simply slit their throats when they cleansed the place. They probably don't want there to be any witnesses left or something along those lines. Either that or they just love killing for the hell of it." Integra started to rummage through her desk. "They were also kind enough to give them Charon's opal." She tossed a gold coin onto the table. The blood stained coin rolled around before collapsing face up. Seras gently lifted it up and looked at it in the light. On the face of the coin was some old guy with Latin lettering surrounding the edge.

"When's the coin from?" Intergra snatched the coin from her hand.

"Late Roman Empire." Sir Hellsing rose from her chair and returned to her previous position at the window. "We have lost contact with another village three days ago. It had seemed like the general vampire take over but we police scanning the area have not encountered any ghouls. I want you to investigate it. You might find something there. If you see one of these monsters, take them alive. I want to ask many, many questions."

"When do I leave?"

"Now, the Wild Geese are waiting for you down at the garage. Please find something interesting."

Seras straightened up and saluted. "Yes, sir." She spun around and started on her way out the door.

"Oh, Police Girl," Seras spun around at the doors thresh hold. "Try and find something. A pair of Americans will be here tomorrow to help us with our situation. I want them to have something to do besides mock me."

Seras grinned, "Will do, boss."

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Seras slowly approached the church's entrance. 'Pip, this isn't right.' She stopped at the doorstep. The massive wooden door towered over her, the moon glinting off the metal spike adorning it.

'Don't worry Mignonette, nothing we can't handle.' Seras could feel a tint of doubt in her familiar's voice.

Seras placed her white glove on the wooden and gave it a slight push. The door slowly opened up, the moon illuminating the room through the small crack. She heard nothing move inside. She then took a step back and readied her rifle, ready to blast the living hell out of anything that goes bump in the night. With a kick the doors flew open. Seras stared into the room, her shadow stretching into the dark abyss. Her eyes slowly adjusted. She could hear a faint drip every few seconds.

"Oh… shit…" Spread out in front of her was a grisly sight. On each of the benches sat every ghoul that must have been in the village. Seras slowly started to walk towards them. Every single one of them had their upper torso missing. Row after row Seras saw the same sight. There was no sign of a struggle anywhere.

'Okay, so maybe it isn't quite right Mignonette.' The Draculina stooped down to one at the end of a row in the middle. She looked closely at the dead ghoul. The missing section included from the head to the bottom of the thoracic cavity, with an arcing outline between the shoulders. The heart and head were completely gone and the lungs were cut in half. Blood welling out from the wounds made a detailed analysis impossible. It did, however, almost look like it was a giant bite that tore apart the chest.

Seras rose up. She let out a long sigh and continued towards the altar. Her boots sloshed in the puddles of crimson crisscrossing the aisle way. Above the altar Seras could see a large cross. Its outline defined by large Stained-glass windows. The light filtering through them bathed the front rows in an eerie glow.

As she continued towards the altar her pocket buzzed. She quickly reached into a pocket on her skirts rear and whipped out her cellphone. She answered it, continuing to slowly approach altar.

"Yes Police Girl, how's the investigation." Seras came to a stop in front of the altar and looked upwards at massive cross looming over the room.

"I think we are dealing with someone else here." As Hellsing asked her the police girl ended the call. She took another step towards the cross. A spot of crimson dripped onto her face. On the cross was a female vampire crucified on the cross. Her stomach was ripped open, her entrails dangling from the gash.

As blood dripped from the dead vampire Seras took another step forward, her eyes drawn to a small object glistening in the moon light. She soon came upon a small dish beneath the cross. The bowl was filled up with blood. At its center was a small gleaming object. Seras set her rifle against the altar and hesitantly she reached into the crimson bowl, fishing the object out. She held the little object between her fingers. As crimson slowly dripped from it and the object became defined Seras figured out what it was.

"…

…

…Pip, I think we will be fucked if we stay here any longer." She continued to gaze at it in the filtered light, her familiar cursing in his native tongue. She slipped it into her crimson breast pocket as she quickly turned around, grabbed her rifle, and slowly ran out of the church. In her sprint she pulled out a radio that was situated on her waist.

"All Wild Geese, this is your commander speaking. Fall back to the trucks immediately and prepare to leave… Now!" She clipped it back on her waist, following her lone tracks back to the truck. She looked down to her rifle and checked to see of the safety was off. She then pulled back the action and was ready to go.

As she ran at human speed, Seras noticed a trail of crimson spots. They seemed to parallel here path before breaking off towards London. Fearing what had left them she carried on and didn't bother investigating. Before long she was within sight of the truck. The Wild Geese were in the process of entering it rear. She continued to run towards it. She quickly hopped inside and knocked against the cab.

The truck roared to life. The lumbering beast began to lurch forward. It did a U-turn and began its journey back to Hellsing. Seras got a final look at the hamlet in its snowy glory before it disappeared behind a bend in the road. She brought out her cellphone and called Integra.

"Sir Hellsing, we might have a new problem."

"What can possibly be worse police girl?" Seras reached into the breast pocket of her crimson uniform. She pulled out the object from early. She held it in the light of the moon.

"A lot Integra, a whole fucking lot. I would highly suggest increasing security for the near future." Sir Hellsing didn't reply and cut the call off. Seras returned her phone into her skirt. The Draculina then returned to gazing upon her find. 'We are pretty screwed aren't we Mignonette.'

"Oh yeah, but nothing we couldn't handle before though. Right Pip?" The small piece of silver in between her fingers seemed to shimmer in the moon's rays.

'I hope Pip, I hope.' Seras returned the bit of silver back into her pocket.

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A/N: Howdy. Congrats on reading my first Hellsing fanfic. I hoped you really enjoyed it and everything and that my less than stellar writing didn't turn you off.

So would you please review it? Pretty, pretty please? *bats eyelashes*

I would also like to apologize for the lack of action in this chapter. I was trying to set it up and I didn't think an action scene would fit in here. And for that matter I can't promise if there will be one in the next chapter either. However I do plan on there being ample amounts later on so please stick around and enjoy.

Plus there will be some romance and all that fun jazz so it won't simply be my usual carno… Okay it probably will devolve into one but not completely. So feel free to review or ask questions and what not.

-Sir Robert VI