I do not own Hellsing- Kouta Hirano does.

Many thanks to my beta reader, Rihannon Thanatos, for her patience and for the time she spent to correct my stupid grammatical mistakes!

I know that you are really surprised -if not shocked- to receive a letter from me. Even I am surprised with myself now that I'm writing to you, it's so out of character. But I guess there comes a turning point in one's life, where being rational and in character is completely pointless.
Day by day, I feel death's cold breath draw closer and closer. And believe me, my life has been so closely connected with death that now I'm able to smell it.
My time is coming.
I know.
I never liked you, Integra Hellsing.
If I ever had a feeling for you, that feeling would be hatred.
I despise you.
But I also feel the deepest respect for you.
Now that I think of it again, I'd say that I was always jealous of you.
Yes, that's it. Envy.
I always wanted to be like you, Hellsing. You were always the great person I wanted to become, and for the greatness of your soul and spirit, even when tragedy hit upon you, I pay my humble respects.
Flattery isn't the purpose of my letter, though. In fact this is something I was never good at.
I write you because you're the only one left, Integra.
We fought together on the same battlefield against Millenium, we felt the same pain when we lost our dearest people, we wasted our lives on a constant battle for our beliefs with no result. I saw your strength and your dignity -you proved yourself worthy.
And thus I want to tell you the story of my life, before I close my eyes forever. I have nobody left but you to memorise my existence in this vain world.
I, Heinkel Wolfe, one of the Iscariot Organisation best assassins, choose YOU, Integra Hellsing to save me from oblivion.
I don't want to be forgotten.
Promise me you'll remember me, worthy and beloved enemy.