Ok, that's my first FanFiction. It's from the POV of an original character and it starts between the attack of the Valentine Brothers and the mission in South America. My character, who has no name for now, is a old vampire with wizard-like powers who is somehow bonud to Alucard.. This is mainly an introductory chapter to present my character and his impressions about Hellsing agents. Read and Review, and don't be too cruel...

Rated M because of future chapters. There will be some violent scene, not-too-educate language and mature contents.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hellsing...yet. But since i am going to take over the world, soon everything will be mine! Mwhahahahahahha!

I was wondering if returning in London had been a mistake. The last time i saw it was in 1893 and it had quite changed since then; nevertheless, i considered England a rather safe country at the moment. I wasn't sure if leaving Italy i was going to find any place to stay, but with Vatican hounds behind me my first concern was putting as many kilometres as i could between me and them.

So i was lurking in the shadow in a narrow alley, barely knowing where i was, completely unaware of being watched, and of course unaware of the very existence of the Hellsing organization. Last time i was in England Van Helsing was but a Dutch professor of the occult and there was no anti vampire protestant society.

So i carelessly waited for a victim in that alley. My powers needed to be refilled, although my sorcery made me slightly more powerful than the average vampire even hungry as i was.

I felt the presence of a human walking in a street near where i was, so i jumped without caring much about secrecy. I wasn't going to drain him- leaving ghouls behind yourself is not a good politic if you don't want to be noticed- i'd have just left him dazed and with a litre or two of blood less.

As i was at a step or two distance from my "victim" he turned around an shot me with a handgun.

If you've ever taken a silver bullet in your chest, you know how painful it is. Luckily, the hunter had moved too quickly and missed my heart, so i had the time to roll away and get in battle stance. With keened senses i percepted three more hostile mortals, converging on me.

I made myself invisible. That's a basic vampire trick, not properly a spell, but it was enough to puzzle the humans. They were unprepared for it: probably their average targets were rampaging fledgelings and hunger-crazed revenants, not strong vampires like me.

I ran away rather cowardly. Taking down a few vampire hunters was a piece of cake when i was at the top of my powers, as a lot of people from Vatican Section XIII could tell you, but the long travel had drained me.

I dropped my invisibility when i was sure i had lost my pursuers. And it was then that i felt the unmistakable presence of a vampire. To be precise, of THE vampire.

He appeared before me from the shadow, in red coat and wearing an oversized hat. His eyes were hidden by sunglasses and he looked quite different from last time we met, but his aura was just... his own. No other undead had anything like that, not even the most powerful ones.

"Vladimir..." i said, almost voiceless.

"Do we know each other?" he replied. His voice was even more frightening than i remembered, it froze the blood in my veins and grasped my throat like a leash.

"I...have... just heard of you..."

He bowed down to look into my eyes. Even thorough the sunglasses his eyes pierced me.

"Aren't you that so-called magician that came to my castle a few centuries ago?"

"Your memory hasn't grown old, it seems.." i was shivering, wondering why he kept me alive.

"And your flattery hasn't grown more supportable. On the other hand, my sisters seem to have done quite a good job on you."

I smiled, feeling more stupid than ever in my life. Well, apart from that time i said the girl i was stuck on that i liked another girl and she forced me to admit i liked both of them and then they both hadn't spoken to me for months.

Bad memories.

Anyway, Dracula kept looking at me funny and he grinned maniacally.

"I should kill you now, you know. And your cheap magic ricks wouldn't save you if i shooted you."

"Can i at least be your familiar? Please, don't kill me..." i sounded really pathetic.

"I have something better in mind. These are... great times. And i can't just waste the pleasure of fighting a true opponent right now..."

"What?"

"You are rather... unique as a vampire. I will take a fight against you when i will have vanquished all the inferiors and got bored again. Until then..." He grinned again.

I bowed down, waiting his punishment.

"Until then, i believe you can be a good servant for me. After all, am i not the master of your long since gone mistress?"

"Well... i mean... yes, of course. What do you need of me?"

"First, i need to show you the Hellsing organization. Then, the fun will begin."

"Fun like impaling people?"

"Much, much better!" He laughed, almost losing his shape; eyes filled my visual field.

"And remember..." he screamed "That my now name is ALUCARD!"

Another burst of laughter, scaring the Hell out of every creature nearby.

None in the Hellsing organization did too much to look friendly with me. First Dracula, well Alucard, shown me to the head of the organization, a woman that definitely needed a self control course and a anti-smoking therapy. She shouted a lot of insults at me and Vladimir, that seemed to just stand her. I wondered why. Anyway in the end she decided that i was staying, because they lost all their fighters in some vampire assault.

"Who were those guys that attacked me, then?" i asked, very carelessly.

The woman, i mean Integra, gazed at me with icy eyes.

"Mercenaries. They are but a rough copy of my men, as you are but a rough copy of my vampires. Understood?"

I nodded. Alucard grinned.

"If you are done, i have paperwork to attend to." Integra dismissed us quite harshly and returned to her desk.

"So you have met our Master." said Alucard as we were out the office.

"You mean the great Count Vladimir Tepes Draculea takes orders from someone?"

I was gambling my life, and i knew it. But if she had said i was staying and he couldn't refuse that order i was safe. Or at least i hoped.

Alucard growled. "Yes, she is my master. And don't test your luck commenting."

"I wont." I had ran out of luck that very night when i met him.

A guy with an eyepatch and an improbable braid walked toward us. He looked at me with interest.

"It he ze new vampire you hav' brought, Alucard?"

"Yes. Our newest recruit. May i introduce Captain Pip Berandotte, of the Wild Geese."

"Of the what?"

"Wild Geese." said the captain, rather annoyed. "Zat's ze name of my mercenary unit an it's not going to shange."

"No offence, just curios." I shook his hand.

"Did you two meet at your hairdresser?" Asked Pip, referring to me and Alucard.

Now, i open a slight parenthesis about my looks at the moment. I was wearing a long, black, matrix-styled coat with a high collar, red shirt and jeans and high boots. I had long black hair, much similar to Alucard's, although i could have sworn his hair was shorter when we met. My high-cheekboned face had the usual cadaverous white colour and my eyes are pale red. I looked about twenty years old, although i was much older than twenty decades. I have a black pentaculum tattoed on my forehead.

Neither of us answered to the mercenary, anyway.

"I was just joking... you vampires take everysing seriously, don't you?"

"Always." i confirmed.

Next introduction, the official Hellsing butler, Walter C. Dorneaz. He looked just like an average English butler, which made me think that he was all but an average butler. Vampires have a seventh sense that says them that if something looks normal than it is inevitably dangerous. He shown me where i would have slept, while Alucard returned to Integra. I was about to remark that she didn't want to be disturbed but my eight sense (vampires have ten senses, in case you were wondering) told me not to test my chances.

I discovered that as long as i stayed at Hellsing manor, i was going to sleep underground. Not that it was terrible, but i belong to those vampires that like comfort over creepy looks. Anyway, any vampire can tell you that sleeping in a coffin is better than in a bed. That kind of pleasure is reserved to people who don't need to breath, i suppose. It feels like safety, when you close yourself in you also close all else out. It feels like no one can hurt you in there.

And right then, i needed that felling over everything else.

Ok, there isn't much romance in here. Actually, there isn't at all. But there will be in the next chapters, i swear. As i've said, this is just a preparation to test my character.

Chaptr 2 is up.