Note from author: Wah I've never attempted a Hellsing fic because the anime/manga is quite in depth and I'd hate to write an inaccurate fanfic. But I've watched the anime + OVA and read most of the manga, so finger-crossed I'm ready now.
50 years old and with her spotless purity still intact, the infamous head of Hellsing quietly milled along with the church congregation towards two solid oak doors. Standing either side were her rather odd body guards; a blond woman with some impressive artillery balanced delicately on her shoulders as if it weighed nothing, and an extremely tall man who was hunched over, harbouring a dark aura amongst his crimson coat and dark hair. Through the dimness of the church their sharp teeth both glimmered brightly. As the crowd shambled out into the cold winters morning, Integra took a moment to stand amongst the sombre tombstones in the chilly graveyard, her fingers slowly finding the words chiselled into one of the stones which read 'Walter C. Dornez'. The white roses placed at his grave the week before were brown and withered. The blond woman stepped forward and replaced them gently with fresh buds, their gentle leaves and petals trembled in the icy breeze.
'Ma'am, they say this cold wind comes from warmer climes.' The tall man stood behind the two women, speaking in a deep, low voice. A slow grin spread across his chiselled features, revealing razor sharp fangs.
'So you have heard the rumours then?' Integra turned to her two-vampire strong entourage. Without Walter, she felt incomplete without her two top agents by her side. Her old butler had not just been a loyal servant, but a trusty protector too. 'And you as well then Seras?' The blond vampire nodded. Integra sighed and moved on towards the church gate. The wind blew them gently, the rusty, dry hinges of the gates gave out a scarping, metallic groan. 'I guess Alucard told you then.' She glared at the tall vampire.
'Now now, it was more of a subtle hint, Ma'am.'
'Well let it remain that. The public are already suspicious and soon the press will uncover the truth.' They walked to the pavement where a lacquered black saloon car awaited, stylish but no doubt heavily armoured. 'At least that Italian pizzeria over the road has gotten better with all these Italian chefs'.
'Ugh, I wish I could eat pizza' groaned Seras.
Integra bowed in the warmth of the car followed by Seras. But Alucard remained on the pavement.
'Aren't you coming too, nosferatu?' The chirpy young driver had wound down the window and now smiled at the 7"8 man. 'Can't wait here for too long.' He called out.
Alucard smirked at the driver who was probably unaware of the high death rate of Hellsing employees, and more aware of the massive salary. 'I think I will take a walk - maybe smell out a good Italian for Sir. Integra'.
The chauffeur pulled away, leaving Alucard alone in the bleak winter morning. The vampire turned and strode along the grey pavement. The sun was hiding behind gloomy clouds, always there but never spending its warmth. Most of the plants were dying now as the frost had clung to them for a week. At first the flowers were perfectly preserved, their twinkling petals stood crystallized; now they had withered to icy crisps. To cheer himself up, Alucard replayed an Italian opera he had once seen a while ago based off of Dracula. He had realised instantly from the start that the actor of Dracula was in fact a vampire, but later on it became clear that in fact the whole cast were all un-dead. At the time it was amusing, but now it was worrying.
Over the past year, an alarming number of Italian immigrants had been flooding into England. Later on, Hellsing had discovered something about these immigrants, but what had given it away was actually the immigrants from other European countries. They had just stopped coming. It was not just the inappropriate policies of the idiotic BNP that had put them off. No. Many of the Eastern European were quite familiar with the old legends of vampires, and many of them were quite familiar with the rumour that these were no ordinary Italians now living in England.
By now, Alucard had reached a newly sprung Italian pizzeria. Unlike before, most Italian restaurants produced only cheap imitations of Italian cuisine, but now they had authentic Italian chefs, and people flocked to the restaurants to taste the mouth-watering dishes. The tall vampire peered in through the window at the humans as they buzzed; talking, eating, chomping and chortling over lunch. They tucked into beautifully light gnocchi, crispy calamari and ultra thin pizza bases. It almost seemed to revive a taste of sense in a vampire who had not eaten food for over many centuries. Alucard walked into the pizzeria and glided quietly over to the take-away counter.
'One moment please sir,' A woman on the phone spoke in a thick Italian accent to the hungry customer on the other end. She looked up at Alucard now, her eyes growing as wide as the moon. There was a silent acknowledgement that they were both vampires. No human man could surely be that tall, and no woman could surely have incisors that sharp. There was a brief moment of silence before the woman spoke.
'Good afternoon...sir. How may we be of service?' Was she nervous because a vampire was ordering human food? Or was she nervous because an unknown vampire had entered her territory? The tall vampire pulled back his mouth into a long grin. To her it looked as if he were about to bite her head off of her neck; to him it was an attempt at a polite smile. The delivery boy sorting out boxes to take out to his motorbike now eyed up Alucard suspiciously.
'I just came here to pick up a business card.' He swiftly picked a card up and tucked it into his massive red coat. 'Good day'. Alucard turned and walked out the door, a few of the customers staring in disbelief at his height. As he strode away from the pizzeria - passing a trendy new Italian ice cream parlour as he did- he read the card. Monticelso's pizzeria? No doubt at night it turns into a special kind of restaurant, a place bloody and full of horror. He chuckled to himself and tossed the card away.
'Pizzeria? You went to one, Master?! Awww. Did it smell good? Did you taste the food?' Seras had run to Alucard as soon as he returned to the Hellsing mansion. She now waited eagerly for his reply, to lap it up and imagine the taste of the food he had been so lucky to see and to smell.
'No police-girl. It smelt like all other human food. You know we can't differentiate between the foods.' He casually walked past her towards the stairs. 'If you don't mind, I'm going to lock myself in my coffin for a few days thinking. See you on Wednesday'.
'Wh- Master?' She turned to run after the vampire, but he had already disappeared into a shadowy corridor. Great, off to his bat-chelor cave again to not tell us at all what is going on. Seras grumbled to herself. Although everyone else seems to know what's going on. Why never me?!