Mitternacht
(A.N.: So this is a first attempt writing anything Twilight, so bear with me here. It is a crossover, but you get to find out what it's crossed over with real quick, so just read on. )
Prologue
The day was relatively dreary, with thick clouds threatening to spill rain hovering over the town of Forks. The gloom was intensified by the solemn mood emanating from the townspeople; there had been yet another murder recently, another mysterious and unnatural death adding to the chain of murders that have been occurring recently.
Edward Cullen sat by a window, peering out at the thick rain clouds, brow furrowed in contemplation. He could only truly be described as "beautiful", and such beauty was not diminished in the slightest from the clear concern radiating off his countenance.
"These murders aren't just random," he murmured to himself, "This has to be the work of a vampire. A rash newborn, perhaps..." he bit his lip in frustration; a newborn vampire with a voracious appetite would certainly be trouble.
His thoughts were interrupted, however, by a young brunette quietly entering the room.
"Edward?" Bella called out, "Are you all right?" her gorgeous face was scrunched up slightly in genuine concern at his somber mood.
Edward shook his head, "No, I'm fine, don't worry about it. I'm sure this is nothing to worry about."
At the same time, on the other side of the world, a stern looking woman sat behind a regal desk, mouth sporting an expensive cigar. It was night out, and yet, the streets of London were eerily silent. It put the woman on edge; it was more usual for there to be vampire attacks occurring every few days or so, though through the past few weeks, there had only been a few meager attempts of attacks on humans by overconfident and weak vampires. Most of the time, they were easily handled by her ordinary soldiers. She sighed, exhaling smoke, when a knock came at her door.
"Enter." She commanded, and it swung open, revealing an aged butler.
"Sir Hellsing," he addressed with a curt nod of his head. The butler gracefully strode over to Sir Hellsing's desk, whipping out a sealed envelope, "A letter to you from Iscariot."
"Iscariot?" the woman scowled, "What do those Catholics want now?" she grumbled to herself, taking the letter and tearing it open. Her clear blue eyes skimmed over its contents, a frown slowly appearing on her face as she reached the end of the letter.
"A rising number of vampires in western America? How accurate is this information, Walter?"
"I have had the sources checked," the butler responded, "and it would appear that there have, in fact, been an unnatural amount of vampires appearing, particularly around the state of Washington."
The woman's eyes narrowed and she stood motionless for a moment, contemplating the situation as wisps of smoke gently rose from her cigar to the ceiling. She glanced up at her butler, gripping her cigar between a gloved thumb and forefinger.
"Ready a plane, Walter. The Police Girl and Alucard should be enough to handle this."
Back in Forks, the eyes of a petite girl snapped open. Beads of sweat trickled down Alice's forehead, and her hands trembled slightly.
"The eyes..." she stammered, "The shadow, with the thousand eyes, the eyes like fire... its coming."
(A.N.: So there you have it, the prologue. I'm not a very self-confident writer, but I try my best. Reviews please?
Edit: Gah, thanks to Shikaiying for catching my epic fail at geography)