London. Busy as ever. Car horns blaring, people yelling, bottles breaking it didn't matter. They all just pooled together into one loud torrent of unwavering noise. Thankfully, this cover of sound prevented anyone from hearing two men beating each other senseless in an alleyway.
These two men were both hero and monster depending on what side of the English Channel you lived on.

Alucard of Hellsing

Alexander Anderson of Iscariot XIII

Both were here to kill a freak that had appeared in the suburbs, but ultimately they had hoped to encounter one another. Anderson had gone especially out of his way. It had become their goal to ultimately slay their mortal enemy.

"I will kill you this time vampire!" Anderson screamed. Alucard cackled and swiped at him.

"I'll take my time tearing you apart...JUDAS PRIEST!"

Anderson drew another bayonet and drove it into the ground just inches from Alucard's foot. With it firmly in place he swung around and kicked the vampire in the chest. Before Alucard could look up, four blades struck him in his limbs, pinning him against the wall. Anderson tore his blade from cement. In a pair of quick slashes he split Alucard in two right down his stomach in an x pattern. Anderson watched the Nosfuratu's torso fall to the left, but not dead, not even close. The disembodied thing still managed to dig it's split arms into it's coat, drawing two pistols. The guns each delivered one round into Andersons chest.
The first casaul shot impacted with low effect, but the jackal's shot was oridginally designed to take the priest's life. It struck with a force that his regenerator abillities couldn't protect him from. Anderson went flying back by the explosive round's impact and landed on a garbage can.
Anderson knew that he had taken a direct hit, and retreat would be the only viable option. He sped off down the alley cursing the damned freak. He sould hardly see the empty street ahead of him. His body had lost at least a couple of lieters of blood.

"Whoa! Are you alright!" A voice yelled.

Anderson looked up to see a young Scottish woman and a fez wearing man running towards him.

A few minutes earlier.

"Doctor?" Amilia pond or Amy as she known asked stepping out of the TARDIS.

"Yes Amy?"

"Why are we here?"

"That is a hard one. There are reasons in the universe that even I can't explain, but let's start with the theory of-"

"No I mean here in London! We could be out there on some distant planet and yet you want to take a look in this run down place."

"Oh yes."

The doctor stepped out of his machine and shut the door. Before answering his companion.

"Because of this." The doctor drew his wallet and displayed the psychic paper. On it was a display of bloody reds and blacks that danced around. But most disturbing was the demonic eyes that were blinking in random places.

"Notice the letters at the top." The doctor tapped his finger on the edge.

It was too blurry to read out. But Amy could see the word "bird" appear.
The doctor explained that while he was in Cardiff to refuel he had seen these images appearing on the paper. Some sort of exponentially powerful psychic energy. Possibly alien. The signal was so strong that he actually had managed to get a fix on it. The epicenter of the signal was actually very close to the landing point.

"So what do you think it could be?"

"Not human. Or at least a regular human, but beyond that the cascade is as far as your guess."

The travelers discussed the writing on the paper trying to guess what it actually said. They had joked about it being a very angry bird watcher or maybe someone in the poultry business.
Then it began, multiple gunshots went off behind a derelict building only a couple hundred meters from where the doctor and Amy were standing. Without a moment to lose they ran as fast as they could to see what the commotion was about. They had nearly reached the sight of the fighting when Anderson stumbled out of the alley clutching his chest. Blood had drenched his coat. His regenerator allowed some of the skin to rejuvenate and made the wound look less fatal than it should have been.

"Whoa! Are you alright!" Amy yelled running over to the priest who kneeled, panting heavily.

She grabbed his shoulder and heaved him up.

"Urgh. Ehehe, god bless ye for helping this poor lamb up." Anderson smiled.

The doctor ran to look at the wound, but quickly noticed the long blade the man carried.

"I don't know many priests that carry bayonets around." He said opening Anderson's coat.

"Ah well, ya see..." Anderson was about to make some sort of excuse when he saw a familiar red coat materialize in front of him. He didn't have the strength to fight, but instead muttered: "Damn you beast."
Amy hadn't noticed the thing ahead of them until she saw the priest glaring at it.

"Doctor!"

Too late. The jackal had already been aimed, Alucard had only waited to so see the look on the Judists face as he put a 13mm bullet right in his neck. Then another. Then another.

Anderson gritted his teeth and cursed Alucard the deepest pit of hellfire that existed. His eyes rolled back into his head, and he fell to his knees and in a spray of blood, landed on the ground.
Time paused for a second as Alucard watched the bodily fluids flow across the pavement and drip into little cracks. The first thing to break the silence was Alucard's snickering. His maniacal laugh followed. His teeth shown in the street lights, his tongue stuck out of his maw in a most disturbing fashion. Victory was cause for celebration! The man who had driven hellsing to it's knees had been broken!

"You enjoy murder."

That one statement killed the mood for Alucard. He stopped grinning and replaced it with a frown of anger. Through his sunglasses he saw a man. No. Not a man, he was closer to monster. It didn't matter how human he looked, he was just like Alucard, a beast in a man's clothes.

"Oh? I didn't know a monster could "murder"."

The man stared down Alucard. They were equally perplexed in guessing what the other was.

"Are you of this world?"

"Worlds? Such petty things do not concern me. We exist beyond the reign of gods and devils. Man is the only thing that affects this world."

"I've met plenty of gods and devils who would disagree."

Alucard sneered.

"Oh? And what are you then? One of them, or one of us."

"I couldn't reply without knowing what either of you are."

"I'd pray yer not one of those freaks." Came a voice that startled them all.

Alucard stepped back. "Impossible."

"That it isn't vampire." Came the voice of the priest. Who bolted upright and threw a barrage of blessed blades at Alucard.

"With each encounter we get better freak, not worse. Yer ah problem freak. I'm 'ere to correct ya!"

Three of blades did impale a shocked Alucard.

"I'd finish ye, but Maxwell has bigger things. So long my lady." He bowed to Amy, then shot off into the alleyway he had just ran from leaving three very stunned brits.

"B...but...but he had." She stuttered.

"That was interesting." The doctor said, eye's trailing Andersons bloody coat as he disappeared.

His attention returned to the other apparently immortal being who was removing the blades from his chest. He obviously was not pleased, but at the same time he was looking forward to ripping the man's heart from his rib cage.
While Alucard was thinking up different way to deconstruct Anderson with his claws, the doctor was studying every feature on the vampire's face.

"Now then, I believe it's time for introductions. I am the doctor and this Amy." He said pointing at the redhead who was still trying to make sense of what just happened.

"Doctor? Now that is a name that I know. My master and Torchwood have had to work together before. You may refer to me as Alucard."

Alucard tossed aside the collection of holy weapons that had been embedded in his chest and aproached the Doctor. Amy turned to the alleyway again and grabbed a fragment of splintered wood. She stepped forward and held it above her head.

"Amy, what on earth are you doing?"

"The priest called him a vampire, and I don't really trust people who shoot others and pull swords out their chests!" She replied making threatening motions with her hands.

Alucard threw his head back and roared with laughter.

"AHAHAHA! You have a brave little companion! She would make a good draculina!" He paused for more laughter, then added, "I think my master would be very pleased to meet both of you!"