Alucard's little sister: Disclaimer, I don't own I am Legend. Ok, this isn't a Hellsing story. It's based on I am Legend (the movie). The place is different and the people and animals are different as well. (I'm not sure if a London flat has a basement but it sounds cool).

Editor Cain: After all this time and you're going to start another story. What about the others?

Alucard's little sister: Uh, they weren't working out the way I planned...One more thing. (Something books say in the beginning) This is a work of Fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this story are fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental. Thank you.

The KV virus strikes London

Prologue

"Get Ichigo and lets go," shouted a man. He grabbed his helmet and put it on. He looked around the entryway. Slowly, he grabbed his Magnum. With a shaky hand, he loaded it. He looked up the stairs. "Come on now!"

His twelve-year old daughter came running down the stairs, a yellow lab puppy in her hands. "Where are we going, Dad?"

Someone started to bang the basement door as the sun left the sky completely.

He put a helmet and goggles on her head. "Wait for me in the side car," he said. Panic was starting to set into his voice. "And don't move until I get there. Don't follow the crowd to the docks whatever you do!"

"But what about mother? Isn't she coming too," she asked.

"Just do as I say! Get going!"

She clung to Ichigo tightly and left the Flat into the chaos of the streets.

He turned around and faced the basement door. He gripped his gun tightly. Sweat ran down his face. His heart was in his throat as the door began to break. God damn virus, he thought.

The door broke. His infected wife fell into the hallway. It no longer looked like her. Her skin was pale. Her veins were visible. Her long brown hair was gone and her eyes were red. She turned and faced him, breathing fast, teeth bared.

She's gone, he thought.

She lunged toward him.

He cocked the gun and pointed it at her. A tear ran down his cheek. "Sorry," he said. He pulled the trigger and shot it in the head.

"Dad," shouted his daughter when he left the house. "Where's Mom?"

He put his gun in his pocket. "She's...not coming," he said watching the mass of people. He got on the motorcycle and turned it on. "Now let's go." He turned the bike against the flow of the crowd.

"What are you doing Dad?! The boats are the other way!"

"There's no hope that way," he said putting his goggles over his eyes. "It only leads to a bloody massacre."

They drove though the crowd and into the heart of London.

Bullets and Butterflies

Three years later

"To anyone still out there: my name is Paul Artman. I am sending this broadcast though out the London radio system. I was an electrician for the London Electric Company. If you are still human and can hear this I will be at Winchester pub when the sun is at its peak. Do not give up, you are not alone."

"Whoa, slow down, Ichi," cried the fifteen-year old girl. She was on a skateboard being dragged by a three-year old yellow lab. Her helmet covered her hair and her goggles were over her blue eyes. "Slow down or we'll miss the pub!"

Ichigo stopped in front of the door to the pub.

She fell onto the pavement. "Ow." She rubbed her nose. She unlocked the door and looked around.

Most of the pub was a wreck. Chairs were thrown in the corner of the room. The curtains were moth-hole ridden. Dust had settled on the bar. There was only one TV that wasn't broken. It was sitting on top of a table next to a DVD player. Sitting below the table was a generator.

Ichigo jumped onto the booth seat. He barked for her to join him.

"Hang on," she said. She walked over to the bar and grabbed a bottle of vodka. "Look! I'm under age!" She opened it and drank some. "Wow. I'll save that for later." She put the bottle cap back on and put the bottle away. She turned to Ichigo. "Well, it's just you and me, and this three and half hour movie."

Ichigo barked and waged his tail.

Half-way into the movie her digital watch went off.

Ichigo, chewing on a chair leg, looked up and barked.

"Yep, it looks like no one will show up again," she said. "Oh, well, let's go back before the sun sets."

He suddenly started barking at the door. Tail wagging wildly. He ran over to her and continued barking.

"What is it? Are they out already?"

That's when a man ran into the pub. His black hair was long and unkempt. He looked about 20 years old. His lab coat was covered in dark blood stains. His shirt and pants were torn and muddy. "Am...I...too...late," he asked hoarsely between breaths.

"Nope, you just made it." She walked over to him. "So tell me, what's your name?"

He jumped a little. "My name, right," he said. "My name is...my name..." he paused and stared at her. "Uh." He started patting his pants for something. He pulled his wallet out. "Yes, there it is. Uh," he looked at his driver's licence. "My name is...John Silivo. That's right. I was an intern at the London Medical Hospital. From the-the radio I thought you were a little older."

She laughed. "You haven't talked to many people for a while have you? First, I'm a girl. The man on the radio is my father. He's Paul. I'm Leona Artman." She held out her hand. "And it's nice to meet you, John."

Slowly he reached out and shook her hand. "I'm just really happy to see another human."

"Well, come on," she said grabbing his arm. "We have to get to the base before they come out."

"Where is this base?"

"It's a Duplex just a few buildings away."