The Angel of Death

A/N: Hello everyone. Welcome to my fanfic. This time I will be tackling the subject of Alucard's imprisonment, so far no real explanation has been given as to why he was locked away in the Hellsing dungeon. So I thought I'd give my own. This story also takes place around the Hellsing: Dawn time line and because the series has not been completed (as of this writing) I have taken the liberty of inventing my own ending. (kind of) I hope you find this story interesting and entertaining. As always I ask for reviews, suggestions, and opinions. Thanks.

Chapter One

April 17, 1945: Hellsing Manor, 8:45 PM

The thick heavy drops of rain pattered against the roof of the black government car as it slowly drove up to the front gate of Hellsing Manor. Inside there were three men: The head of the SIS, Danial Berkly, The head of MI5, Alexander R. Finch, and The Representative of the Prime Minister, Sir. Roger Hammilton. The three of them were on their way to meet with Sir. Arthur Hellsing on the very urgent matter of the Millennium project, which, up to now, had be classified as dealt with and destroyed. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case and Millennium had rebuilt it self, and once again started it's work on creating a vampiric army for the Fuhrer. Unsure of what to do with this new intelligence, the British Government turned to the Hellsing Organization once more.

"How can this be!" Exclaimed Richard Hellsing when he heard the news, "You assured us that they were gone for good! Now you return saying 'We have discovered a new base of operation.' Don't you think keeping a close eye on Millennium would be top priority for the intelligence agencies!" He began to pace the room in anger.

"Brother, please," Arthur Hellsing spoke up stopping Richard in his tracks, "There is no reason to blame the intelligence community for this. It was our job to take care of Millennium and we were the ones who failed."

"Ah-ah-ah," Richard said wagging his finger "Not we, brother, but him. Your so called "Angel of Death" is the one who failed." He looked away "I for one was against sending him in from the beginning." He muttered.

Arthur Hellsing sighed, "Look, I understand the frustration you all must feel. The war is almost over. Berlin will fall to the Soviets in a matter of days and our boys are already cutting deep into German territory. To let Millennium succeed this late in the game will be disastrous, but I assure you that it will not come to that." He cleared his throat. "Now gentleman, if you would be so kind as to please explain the situation in more detail so that we can create a plan to deal with this menace." Arthur Hellsing turned to the the visitors.

Danial Berkly cleared his throat and gestured to Alexander Finch. The two men spread out a large map of Germany on the coffee table in front of them. "Yesterday at 0600 hours our time we discovered a signal that originated from this area," Said Alexander as he circled an area of land some 500 kilometers from Berlin. "It lasted for a short amount of time and because it was deep in the Soviet sector we assumed it was Russian and sent it to MI5."

Richard Hellsing shot Alexander a venomous look, "You assumed it was Russian?" He hissed "You assumed? Are you running your entire agency on assumptions! Are you even trying to win this war!" He fumed and threw his hands into the air exasperated.

Alexander swallowed, "Well, with the Reich barley standing we didn't really think that it could be important. I-I-I..." He trailed off.

Daniel Berkly wiped his brow with his handkerchief and looked around the room. "Anyway, the signal was sent to us and was filed away in the Soviet portfolio. This morning it was decoded and we discovered that it was German, sent to Berlin." Daniel pulled out a slip of paper from his briefcase. "I have here: 'Millennium project: Reporting success. stop. We have vampire. stop. Come at once. stop.'" He folded the slip of paper and swallowed. "As you can see this is a bad turn of events."

Richard Hellsing turned from the window he was looking out of and began to laugh. "A bad turn of events! Are you serious? This is a bloody disaster! YOU HAVE ALLOWED THE NAZIS TO CREATE VAMPIRES!" He grabbed the bottle of whiskey from he cabinet and started to drink from it.

Sir. Arthur Hellsing sighed, "Please forgive my brother's reaction but he is known to overreact." He gestured towards the map on the coffee table. "Please continue."

"Well," said Danial Berkly, "I sent out a reconnaissance mission this morning and they returned with photographs of what seems to be some sort of small military base. My best bet is that the lab is underground." He laid out the fuzzy black and white photos on the map, and Sir Arthur Hellsing picked them up, looking them over one by one, and passed them on to his bother, who also looked them over with great care. When he was done he placed them down on the table and returned to the window.

Sir. Arthur Hellsing leaned back in his armchair and placed his finger tips together. "Well, it is obvious that we will be sending our agent into the fray once again." He said matter-of-factly, "I'm sure our Angel of Death is capable of handling this mess.

"I must protest! He is only a child. Not to mention he has just return from a mission no less then a month ago." Sir Hammilton exclaimed.

Sir Arthur Hellsing chuckled, "You bureaucrats doubt way too much, "The Angel of Death" has abilities you can only dream of and he is fully capable of dealing with this mess. Trust me he wont fail."

Upon hearing that Richard Hellsing turned and looked at his brother with disgust, "How can you say that Arthur? He has already failed and the evidence is laid out right here before you. I say we carpet bomb those fucking Krauts to kingdom come."

Sir Arthur rolled his eyes. "As I was saying we will send our agent, along with his assistant, into the lab where they will be able to do their work," He grabbed a small black book from his desk. "Lets see here..." He muttered as he flipped through the pages. "Ah! Here we are. The air force is scheduled to bomb Berlin in three days, The Angel of Death will be on one of those planes."

He smiled and closed the book. "Now," He said standing up from his chair, "Who wants some supper?"