Alucard sighed as another soul faded from this odd realm that he now called his prison. Stuck here for who knew how long, killing soul after soul. What he was searching for, he didn't know; the goal in all of this had yet to make itself known. All he knew was that he had to keep killing if he wanted to achieve anything in this godforsaken realm. With nothing but his own strength to aid him, this was a mighty task.

During the lull between opponents, Alucard took these moments to reflect on things. Any things, really. Previous battles, betrayal, capture, his master, his fledgling… all were fair game for thought in those moments of peace. But during this particular lull, something decidedly odd began to happen—odder than most things he'd seen in this nowhere realm, and that was certainly saying something.

The air (or rather, what Alucard presumed was air) several yards away seemed to shiver, as it does to human eyes in the heat. Slowly, something began to extricate itself from the air, clawing its way through and into Alucard's realm. This something was medium-sized and definitely lupine. Its white body was crossed with scars and most interestingly, a large metal cross was embedded into the animal's chest. Once it had freed itself and given its whole body a shake as if to rid itself of the feeling of the portal, it fixed its crimson gaze on Alucard and strode purposefully toward him.

Curious, Alucard did not attack this creature. He knew it was not one of his souls and didn't mean him harm. As the wolf stopped only feet from him, Alucard noticed that it carried something in its mouth, and that something bore a great resemblance to one of his guns. The animal set the gun down and turned, slowly fading away as it strode back to the spot it had appeared on. Intrigued, Alucard picked up the weapon. While it looked much like his Casull, it definitely was not the same gun. It was smaller and inscribed on the side were the words 'Danger:Crossing'. Was that what this gun was called? Crossing? As Alucard turned the gun to see the other side, he noticed that a note was attached. It read, in simple handwriting, 'She needs you.'

Who 'she' was and why she needed him, Alucard didn't know, but he had to admit, he was thankful for the gun. As he noticed when another soul appeared not seconds after he had finished reading the note, this thing killed the souls with ease. He also later learned that the bullets automatically replenished themselves, and this new discovery made him grin with wicked delight. He didn't have to worry about wasting bullets if he got to a particularly stubborn soul.

With this new gun, things went a lot smoother and quicker. It didn't feel like long (though it had to be, given the sheer number of souls he had consumed) before stood, staring down that infernal catboy. Grinning a feral grin, he raised the gun at the boy's head and pulled the trigger. He was rewarded with a gush of blood that quickly faded along with the body. After the catboy's body faded, Alucard found himself warped to another place in the nowhere land. Before him stood none other than himself, which Alucard found curious indeed before the world went black.

Sir Integra Hellsing was driving. Thunder boomed overhead and lightning lit up the dark sky. Strong winds and heavy rains pelted her small car as she drove back to the restored Hellsing manor after a particularly boring meeting. As she rounded a bend in the road, her tires lost their purchase on the slippery surface and her car went skidding across the road. Integra was barely aware as her car was tossed into barriers and finally came to a screeching halt when it flipped and hit a tree.

As Integra's vision began to fade to black, she vaguely wondered if this was what it felt like to die. Minutes after the crash, Seras Victoria was on the scene, alerted to Integra's predicament by the steady buzz of Integra's thoughts (muted by Seras for both her own convenience and so as not to Intrude on the personal matters of Sir Integra's mind) suddenly fading into silence and the seals inscribed into her gloves not long after the war with Millennium flashing brightly. She had immediately dropped the novel she had been reading and teleported to Integra's location. Now all she had to do was wait for emergency services, which she had called upon arriving at the crash site.

Two days later, Seras sat reading a magazine in Integra's private room in the hospital. Her master had not yet awakened, and the doctors didn't know when she would. She had taken some pretty hard hits to the head and had numerous other injuries from the wreck.

Every once in a while, an image would penetrate the blackness of Integra's mind— a black-haired man in a dark suit and sometimes, he even wore a red overcoat.

Slowly, Alucard opened his eyes. Where was he, and why did he feel so tired? As his eyes adjusted to the light, he realized that a man stood over him. This man wore a cross around his neck and a concerned look on his face. As Alucard processed his surroundings, he realized that he was in a church of some sort. "Where am I?" he asked, voice sounding rusty from disuse.

"St. Christopher Church," said the Vicar, a man in his mid-forties by the name of Samuel Hartwell. It was an understatement to say that the Vicar was startled when he found an unconscious twenty-something man dressed in clothing from times long passed sprawled on the floor of the church sanctuary in front of the cross. He wondered for a moment how the man had gotten in; the doors had been locked and no one had set foot in the building since he locked up the night before. However, Samuel was more concerned with the state of the man than how he had gotten in. "Are you alright, Mr…?"

Alucard ignored the Vicar's question, a more urgent matter coming to his mind. "What year is it?" When he had been transported to that nowhere land, it had been 1999. How long had he been there?

Samuel was confused by Alucard's question, but answered anyway. "It is 2005, sir. Sir, are you alright?"

Alucard closed his eyes and became still as he processed this new information. He had been gone six years. What had happened during those years? What of Integra, what of Seras? What had happened to them? He couldn't feel his connections with either of them. They had disappeared.