Crimson Dove.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or Hellsing.
The sun set shading the clouds in purple and orange highlights. The city streets of London were bustling with activity, as people hurried on their way many on their way home from their jobs A few couples could be seen walking hand in hand beginning their evening together. Among these couples was a somewhat famous young woman trying to have a night of fun like most women her age. With her was a serious looking young man with Prussian eyes. What was this man to the woman? Body guard… friend... lover?
The woman pondered these thoughts a while, the man whom she had known for five years was still a mystery to her. He was quiet, and reserved, yet he was always there for her when she needed him. He kept her from danger, provided an ear whenever she needed to talk to someone, or like tonight dragging her away from her work when it threatened to drain her life from her. As this last thought cleared her mind she pushed a piece of her sandy blond almost brown hair from her face as they turned and entered the restaurant.
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Meanwhile...
"I understand you have quite the reputation Mr. Peacecraft." The Woman asked, having Milliardo's full file before her.
The man replied, "As far as my reputation goes I am not proud of many of the actions that I have done under either name; However, I am a skilled soldier if that is what you mean."
"My organization has need of such people, those that can take care of themselves and others in battle," Integra replied, "You come to me highly recommended by Lady Une, Mr. Peacecraft."
"I have been a soldier most of my life, and can not get use to peace. My place has always been on the field of battle." Milliardo responded.
"In that case, welcome to the Hellsing Organization Commander Peacecraft." Integra stated.
"Thank you, Sir Integra Fallbrook Wingates Hellsing", Milliardo Peacecraft said rising to shake her hand. With that done he left the room to be escorted by Walter to the front door.
"Well Master," Alucard stated phasing through the wall, "This one appears to be competent, an improvement over the last few we've had."
"I don't recall asking your opinion about Mr. Peacecraft, Alucard. What is it that you want, Alucard?" Integra inquired.
"Just your permission to go out and have some fun." Alucard Stated with his typical grin.
"Very well, you may go. It will keep you out of my hair long enough to finish the paperwork that I have tonight." Integra answered.
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Some time later the young woman and the man she was with emerged from the restaurant and started down the street, in silence. It wasn't that the dinner had gone badly; it was that the young man was not interested in conversation at the time. Their silence was broken by the distinct clatter of gunfire coming out of the ally just in front of them.
Several zombie like ghouls came out of the ally carrying Kalashnikov style automatic weapons. The young man acting on his first instinct tackled his companion. In the process of which he was shot several times, in spite of the wounds received he drew his small pistol that he always carried and fired three rounds into a ghoul's chest. The shots he was surprised to see did not have any affect on the creature. That was the last thought he had before slumping down unconscious next to a dumpster, where he was momentarily forgotten.
In the shadows a Freak clad in black leather and a pink Mohawk watched the scene take place, started to move towards the young woman. The young woman in her fright took off running, dropping her purse on the ground causing the contents to spill out on the street.
The freak with the Mohawk fired a short burst at the young woman causing her to fall to the ground bleeding at the boots of a man in a red trench coat and Fedora. The man fired two shots with a silver gun, eliminating the ghouls that the freak had at is disposal.
"Scum like you makes me sick," The man retorted, his fangs showing as he spoke. "You have to shoot your prey before you feed on them, how pathetically weak. A true vampire has no need for the weapons of man."
The punk freak's eyes filled with fear as he turned to run, only to find that the man that interrupted his fun was right in front of him, holding a big black gun at his heart. The man fired, turning the freak to dust.
The man then turned to the young woman, whose blood was beginning to pool around her, and asked "Are you a virgin?"
The young woman mumbled her answer as the man knelt down beside her.
Of the contents that spilled from the purse was a driver's license containing the name of one Relena Peacecraft Darlin.
End Chapter 1.