Prologue
29th of July, 2013 New York, United States
'Are you two miss Anderson and miss Valentine?' a fat man in a business suit, smoking a cigar asked two woman that just walked into the room. 'Yes, we are' both woman said. 'I'm Myra Anderson' the tallest of the two said. The man eyed her curiously, taking in her whole appearance, her short, blonde hair, her blue eyes and the short, blue dress that was currently hugging her figure.
'And I'm Lyra Valentine' This time the man eyes looked at her. Her long, blonde with black striped hair waved behind her as she walked. She wore a short, blue skirt and a white shirt. She looked like a high school girl. 'We are from Black Cross' they both said at the same time. 'What exactly does Black Cross do?' the man that both woman knew as Sir Lancaster asked.
'At Black Cross we kill vampires' a new voice joined in. Sir Lancaster's head tuned around in shock, only to be greeted by two glowing, red eyes. 'W-Who are you?' the man asked a bit afraid. 'That's Ravenwood, the Black Cross organizations own vampire' miss Valentine introduced, 'she is also our best agent' 'Nice to meet you, old man' Ravenwood smirked widely, showing off her very sharp fangs.
Sir Lancaster immediately scooted away from the vampires. She burst out laughing at his reaction. 'Sir Lancaster' Myra said, his head turned to her, but he also held an eye on the vampires, 'why are you seeking the help of our organization?' 'Yes, about that' he answered, 'I want you to kill someone' 'Who?'Ravenwood immediately asked, when it did go about killing people she was all ear.
'Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing' he answered, while trying to get as far from the ancient vampire as possible. 'I guess that's not a problem' miss Anderson said, 'where can we find this person?' 'I will show you' Sir Lancaster smirked and pushed on a button. Suddenly a black hole opened up behind the three woman and engulfed them in its darkness…