He was shocked to say the least; his power was permitting him to do things that were not impossible yet frowned upon in practice. He was watching through the eyes of a servant he brainwashed in Britain. He had sent her to spy on the Helsing family when she had encountered their new vampire, a young blonde woman their last pet had turned damned for a reasoning he never had or would explain. Of course he had not sent his agent in empty handed, THEY were always prepared to fight their damned brothers and he was under the false impression that this one was just a simple vampire, and ordered his agent to burn her.

Their weaponry easily consumed the blonde vampire's body; a silver cross designed that when it struck a vampire's heart to inject blessed water into the victim, till this day none had survived. Needless to say he was as surprised as his servant Clare was seeing the sky darken as the blonde vampire's body began to heal through the shadows growing forth from her body. However the difference between him and his servant was he understood why the vampire was acting in such a way.

Thus soon his look of shock and fear slowly twitched into an open mouth smile, soon giving way to a light laugh. Watching the scene through his mind, the man opened his eyes, losing connection with his servant knowing she would not live much longer. Standing up the tall blonde haired man readjusted his tuxedo and left the dark closet he was connecting to his servant in. Walking into the high dollar Victorian style home the man went over to a bed stand which happened to hold a cell phone on the top.

Flipping the phone open the man smirked ever more, his young face forming dimples from his smile as his blonde hair was tied into a tail in the back. There was no need to dial the phone, all it was used was to trace his own calls made to him through the phone. As he looked through the call history he turned to look on the bed, his smile giving way back to a frown. On the bed was a long dead brunette, wearing the same dress she had at the dance he took her from, of course when they left her throat wasn't ripped open and her neck not broken. Reaching over with his gloved right hand he took a grip on her head, snapping the neck back in place so she at least looked like her neck was never injured beyond what he had to do for a drink.

Soon his smile came back as he found the call he was looking for. Hitting the call button he stood placing the phone to his ear hearing the ringing as he soon walked out of the mansion heading down the paved path road. Soon a voice came on the other end of the phone connection, "Dawn Lights Inn."

The man began to spoke in response knowing the person on the other end would be able to hear through his German accent, "Yes, this is Van Gann. I vill be over soon to pay for my room. A friend has arranged a place for me to stay, please prepare my bill."

It was around the same time. In Egypt a young looking tanned woman prepared herself for the meeting to occur. She had donated a great deal of artifacts to a major Egyptian museum and upon their request agreed to give a speech. Re-tying her braided hair, adjusting her jewelry and assuming herself that the white dress she was wearing was clean. However during this process she felt a familiar presence creep into her private room and groaned, speaking in a soft low voice. "Van Gann."

"Long time no see Miss Miraki." Van Gann said as a shadow began to form against the wall in the shape of a man, and soon the shadow took form revealing Van Gann still wearing his tuxedo.

"Exactly to what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you're smug around here?"

"If I told you Miss Miraki, can you promise me you'll help arrange a meeting with the others?"

"It depends on if it's important enough to get the others involved, and knowing you it concerns a business we have past."

Van Gann smirked watching Miraki prepare herself, there was no hint of embarrassment between the two and rarely even any other emotions, "I do think I have found the heir of Dracula."

That stopped her, Miraki's eyes locked onto Van Gann in the mirror. This had to be a joke, to now of all times claim to have found something as important to them as Dracula's heir, "You're lying."

"Believe me vhen I say this Miraki, I vish I vas. Vhat I saw though, it shook my very being to its core and back out. Think of that one of us being terrified, I saw a pover being copied, a type of pover that I can only recall Dracula being able to do. The Bird of Hermes has kept himself in our vorld even though there is a chance his incarnation is forever lost vhat I sav proves he is still around in a spiritual sense."

She had not seen such passion in Van Gann in such a long time, not since she moved back into Egypt can she recall he had ever been so intense about something. "I will see about a meeting with the others, I am heading towards Britain shortly after this, I can see whom we believe to be the heir myself now will you go Van Gann?"

"Gladly, but don't keep me vaiting my dear." With that Van Gann's form once more returned to the two dimensions of a shadow soon plastering against the drywall and returning to Miraki's own shadow.

Meanwhile back inside the Hellsing compound the head of the Helsing family Integra was at her desk looking over at the newspapers, ever since the attack on London what little papers they could get all said the same thing, all asking for an explanation or better relief efforts from other countries. As Integra removed the finished cigar from her mouth a small portable camera landed on her desk from the shadows, as Integra smirked. "So this is why that girl was around here."

"There was more." Came a female voice, harsh as a blond woman stepped out of the shadows looking at the family head, her hair was cut short, fanning out at a long length near her neck. She wore an old worn out brown jacket, decorated by various medals and patchwork that she did not know, nor care what they meant. The sleeves of the jacket rolled up to her elbows. The rest of her clothing was similar to that of the pervious Helsing Vampire, simple black pants and boots, spare for the shirt, she still wore her old ill fitting uniform top. Reaching into her jacket pocket the vampire pulled out a silver cross, holding it in her gloved hand as she handed it to Integra. "It injected blessed water." The vampire said following the family head with her red eyes.

"And you survived this Seras? Either you really are like Alucard or you were lucky." Integra said looking at the weapon, they had never used something like this, it was primitive to there's in design yet used correctly could be deadlier then Hellsing's guns.

"I would have to say both; they missed my heart by less than a few millimeters." Seras said moving the collar of the jacket aside to show her master the hole in her top that did not heal with her body.

Integra watched and noticed when Seras lowered the collar again that she was hiding her left arm, it wasn't in her sleeve. "Still can't get that arm under control?"

"It's getting better, but yes. For some reason it won't keep form. No matter what's my next assignment?"

"Escort."

"Escort?"

"Yes, a wealth Egyptian woman is coming up here for some sort of relief effort for London. The queen specifically asked us to watch over."

"Us? Expecting trouble?"

"I am not sure; we couldn't find any connection to this woman and anything that could upset the supernatural."

Seras let out a light growl turning and starting to walk out the room, "Fine, but I won't like it."

Integra sighed, "You should get rid of that jacket, and it's not healthy even for you."

Seras stopped in her tracks, her head hanging lightly as she merely stood there in silence, before starting to walk once more. "It's the only thing keeping me motivated."