((Author's note: It's nearing Halloween and I got hooked on the Manga. Figured, "why not"? Besides, I had this idea in ever since I saw it- a couple days ago- and I need to get at least the first chapter done so I won't drive myself nuts. Let me know if you want this to be continued, and yes; there will be a main girl character coming up in the next chapter, only she won't be presented in the story as strongly as some of my other OC characters in other fanfictions. This is Alucard's adventure.))

The Bird of Hermes is my name, eating my wings to make me tame…

The man moved like a shadow across the billowing fields, silent and darkened against the night sky. Fog blanketed the air, shrouding what would be iridescent moonlight. The beams that did pass through, cast a glare against his Victorian charcoal suit and red frock overcoat. The air was cold and moist against his face, which mattered little.

Had it been another time, this would truly be a perfect night.

It had been years, many, many years, since the Millennium Organization had been put to a final end, destroyed by Alucard himself and his allies. The only person he felt could bring about his own much asked for end, Anderson, was dead. His friend turned traitor, Walter, was dead. Even the mistress herself, Integra, was dead as well, age finally having claimed her. Rumors stated that his former fledgling, Seras, now ran Hellsing Organization, backed by the remaining members of the Wild Geese mercenary band. Good for her.

He had served Integra as a humble servant until the end, and with no offspring to carry on her family's legacy, was now free. Free, the very thought of that word made him chuckle. Condemned to wander aimlessly for the rest of eternity would be a more proper statement. Death seemed unlikely to befall him and nothing worth interest ever came up anymore. The occasional thug might approach him, but they never put up any sport.

Who would've thought a purpose would be such a difficult thing to acquire.

Unless crisis arose, he would not return to Hellsing. He was no longer needed there and he refused to bid anymore time locked away in the headquarters' basement. No, he at least required the open sky and air if he was to think at all about what the future requested of him next. However, in the events of the Night's creatures revealing themselves, who was he to back down from a good fight? After all, the role of an unstable, if not deranged and psychotic, vigilante seemed to suit him well enough.

The wind began to pick up slowly and Alucard paused in his tracks, looking up at a cloudy, brilliant sky. Bright red eyes behind their glass barriers closed peacefully and an absent grin crept on his face. He removed his wide, floppy brim, red fedora, allowing the zephyr to tease at his short, jet black hair. It effects began to lull him into a feeling of rest.

"Excuse me?" asked a soft voice, bringing him out of his meditations.

Alucard's eyes shot open and he looked down to find a young woman standing about ten meters away from him. He hadn't even noticed her approach, which was odd in his case. She was a lovely creature; fair skinned, with bleach blonde hair and shocking blue-violet eyes, and then a curved, slender form to back everything with. She wore a grey turtle neck and a long, dark purple skirt. By the way she kept glancing at her feet and twiddled her fingers, it could be safe to assume she was very shy and meek; however, Alucard's instinct told him otherwise.

"I'm sorry, but I think my car broke down on the road and there wasn't anyone in sight. I left it looking for some help, but I haven't spotted any houses, and my home is a ways away from here. Do you think you could be a gentlemen and help, please?" she asked, her eyes pleading.

Alucard kept his face blank. There wasn't a real road for a good ways away by human standards. Being mainly farmland, most of this area had gravel and dirt paths. "I can't help you," he pointed northeast, "The nearest town's that way, about an hour and a half journey on foot." He decided to leave then and there, and began walking right past her.

Suddenly, she gripped his gloved hand and gently pulled back, he turned back to look at her sharply. Now her face portrayed hints of fear, along with well hidden exasperation. "Can you take me there then? Please, it's so dark and I'm frightened. You can't just leave a lady all alone like this."

"Then you should have stayed with your car until daybreak," he pulled his hand out of her grasp and continued walking without sparing her a glance. The next thing he knew, she had yanked his hat out of his other hand and was waving it playfully in front of him. He clenched his teeth. "Don't you know it's unwise to talk to strangers, girl?" he asked rhetorically, beginning to lose his patience as he reached out to snatch back his fedora.

Surprisingly, he missed, as the woman quickly moved it away from his reach, a small giggle passing her full lips. Apparently, since the shy and fragile bit hadn't been working for her, she was trying a slightly more confident, energetic, feminine approach. With a slight blush, holding the hat loosely between two fingers and lowering her head closer to one shoulder, she said, "How about a deal? You help me, and you can have this back?" She placed it on top of her head and batted her lashes.

"No," Alucard said flatly. Then, using his vampiric speed to his advantage, darted toward her, taking his hat back, placing it back on his person, and standing behind her before she could blink. He began walking away again.

Something gripped his arm more tightly this time. Ten sharp digits made good use of digging themselves into his pale skin, causing blood to pour out. When he turned around this time, what he saw, admittedly, stunned him.

The woman's gentle appearance had dramatically changed into a ravenous state. Her once kind smile had turned into a hungry, savage maw, lined with sharp teeth he failed to notice until now. The most striking feature, however, was her eyes. One remained that vivid shade of blue-violet. The other was a bloody, burning red; a trait only a true vampire could carry.

"I've dealt with men like you before. Strong, handsome, incorruptible," she stated seductively, "but like the others too, you will fall. And to think I thought tonight's catch would be boring." The woman began to pull him closer with one hand and raised the other to strike at his chest.

Quickly, Alucard pulled himself free from her grip with extreme ease, the cuts almost instantly starting to heal themselves. He swiftly brought one leg around and tripped her, making her fall flat on her face.

With a low hiss, the woman turned around on the earth to face him, her fangs bared in hatred. "Insolent human filth!" she screeched, then lunged for him again. Alucard easily managed to dodge her, and once he had, he drew out the Jackal, a massive combat pistol with a black gunmetal construction, and fired right where her spine ended.

The woman fell was a demonic shriek, bone splinters and blood bursting from the wound as the bullet struck home. Alucard noted that her body was trying to heal and regenerate, although much more slowly compared to how his own would. She flipped herself over a second time and honed in on him, unwilling to relent, her hand shot out to attack again.

It froze in mid-air as Alucard began manipulating the shadows around him and flashed his own fangs at her in an insane-looking smile, giving him a beyond terrifying appearance. If she believed him to be merely human, than he needed to prove to her how very wrong she was.

Her hand dropped to the grass and she balled it into a fist. "What are you?" she nearly growled, confusion and tension swelling up in her.

Alucard allowed his glasses to slip down his nose some, revealing to her his twin red eyes as he laughed evilly, "I thought you would know a true vampire when you saw one. How foolish can you be?"

His words were not needed to inform her of that. The moment she caught his gaze, pure fear and shock registered clean on her face. Alucard made another harsh round of laughter as she began shuffling away from him on her back. Then turned around in attempt to crawl and regain her footing. The woman kept muttering over and over, her panic making the sentences almost unintelligible, "No, please, no, NO! Only she is. You lie! Only she is. Nonononono NO!"

It was entertaining to see how her demeanor had rapidly changed after this new revelation. Alucard swiftly grabbed her by the back of her shirt and pulled her closer to him. "The question is what are you?" He gnashed his fangs in front of her, making her skin turn colder and paler than should've been possible. She trembled in his steel-like grip. He could practically hear her heart pounding, which sent a surge of hunger to his gut. If she was a vampire, how could it still beat?

There was no response from the seducing woman. Very well, he had other ways to gather information. "If you won't give me answers, your blood will," he whispered sadistically, sending his prey into a frenzy to break free and all attempts to plead for life falling on deaf ears.

He bit into her throat. The turtleneck was soon becoming soaked in crimson as he drank. The woman's cries fell silent as her struggles became weaker. Her memories and knowledge poured into Alucard's mind as he feasted. There were multiple breaks and pauses in them soon enough though, once the woman got enough of a grip to use her powers in order to stop him from finding out what he wanted. Only when the body went limp did he release. The corpse fell at his feet with a despairing thump.

Brushing away what blood was on his mouth, Alucard examined the corpse with a raised eyebrow. The woman's fangs had retracted, seemingly human like earlier. Working on a hunch, he bent down and lifted her eyelids.

As guessed, the one had returned to that startling blue-violet.

Alucard left the corpse there to broadcast a warning, just in case she had "friends" who were like herself. He moved on as if nothing had happened, mulling other what information he had claimed. Most of it had been of the women's past at an early age in development, not worth thinking about, but the other parts he did catch…

Those were very interesting indeed.

For starters, the fact that whatever fool she caught to feed on wasn't for herself, meaning there was more than one of her kind roaming around, causing havoc. The person she served was female, a true vampire like himself. How strong, he didn't know, but she was one the girl didn't wish to displease in the slightest.

The most remarkable thing though, was that the now dead woman was a hybrid.

That was Alucard's first time facing one. How long had they been in existence without anyone knowing it? At least they were smart enough to stay hidden, even if they didn't believe there was another, pure blooded vampire other than their master. Alucard relished the thought of sending them scurrying back to whatever hole they crawled out of after showing them his absolute potential.

Unlike him, however, they didn't seem keen on sharing knowledge of who they were and what they were capable of. That would make this new challenge all the more sporting though, so he didn't worry about it.

Yes.

This was the kind of opportunity he had been hoping for.

He still had work to do.

There might still be another worthy adversary left to be faced.