Outside the sleepy village of Cheddar, a man in a long red duster preambles through the darkness, he observes the full moon high in the sky with leering grin of bestial fangs, "What a lovely night for a drink." He knows exactly where he can find a suitable drink for his unique needs and tastes. His pupils narrow beneath his red sunglasses…

BANG!

"FREEZE," Seras screams into the small chapel near the village of cheddar. The interior is shrouded in impenetrable darkness only the light of moon illuminates the central aisle to the altar where a priest kneels in prayer, or at least appears to be…

Sir Integra walks calm along with her butler Walter in tow, through a police cordon around Cheddar to the command tent. She slips a cigar between her lips and finds a lighter already burning the end that has been cut. She takes a long, nonchalant drag and flicks away the ashes casually. Once she enters the tent and beholds the shambles that the local police have made of the situation… she lets out a sigh and roles her piercing blue eyes, always the one who have to clean up the mess, she thinks bitterly. "Inspector," she says sharply, "Status report," she demands, more than requests.

A man in his early sixties responds, "Uh, we've sent in everything we had, but nothing has worked, we recently lost contact with the D-11 armed response unit."

"That is because they are all dead," she says in her velvety contralto voice, while taking another long drag. "What's worse is that they were all killed by a vampire, so more than likely they have been resurrected as ghouls; mindless, undead slaves bound to the will of their murderer."

The Inspector and all others in attendance stared at .Her in horror, except Walter who simply stared over her shoulder, "That can't be possible, you're lying!"

"I assure you I am not, I am here to take control of this operation, as we speak one of our best agents is currently en route to deal with the problem."

"Won't he be killed?"

"No, you see, the best way to deal with a vampire is to use another more powerful vampire, our agent is one such vampire. So gentlemen I assure you the situation will be resolved very imminently." She says with a cocked eyebrow and serene smile…

The man in the crimson coat emerges from the woods to see a figure sprinting from a chapel in the middle of a green field. Foolish humans, they couldn't be relied on to deal with a single rotten ghoul, he thinks caustically. Hot on her heels are a group of humanoids with glowing purple eyes and a priest in a black cassock. A cruel sideways smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. The figure, a young woman falls at his feet.

The priest seems to blur for a moment and suddenly appears about a foot from the crimson coated stranger, "I see you have-" the stranger disappears in a flash of light and in his place a man in a black trench coat, trousers and muscle shirt replaces him. He glances around himself anxiously and almost instantly fixes his gaze upon the vampiric priest and his hostage. He stares at the priest without a trace of fear, despite the ghouls and the priest's vampiric nature. A vampire? Well, it's always good to keep your skills sharp, he muses with a genuine lack of interest.

"Who are you?" The priest asks

"Gabriel," the man replies curtly. "Please, let go of the girl."

"No, I think she'll make a fine addition to my ghouls, I would have made her into my own apprentice but, alas, the little bitch tried to kill me, can't have disloyalty in my followers, you know," the priest licks the girl's neck salaciously. "Instead I will ravage her and turn her into a ghoul! Mwahahaha!"

Gabriel rolls his eyes, "Just so long as its female you'll have it?" To his credit, the girl at least looks legal, Gabriel notes to himself

"Oh-"

"So the altar boys get it too?"

"Agh!"

"Which is it?"

"Why are you asking this?"

"I sweep streets of curs like you on a daily basis, I make my money on the foolishness of mortals seeking immortality by any means necessary, and the demons who facilitate their idiocy… at a…small price," he begins to steadily advance towards the priest, splaying his hands, two flashes appear at the end of sleeves, and two very large machine pistols appear in his hands. The priest has visibly shrunken behind the girl, while she stares in simple terror at the verbal barrage.

The priest quickly finds the courage(or cowardice) to slither back behind his ghouls. Gabriel mutters a phrase in an arcane tongue.

He click his fingers.

The ghouls open fire.

A breathless Hellsing soldier bursts into the command tent shouting, "Alucard has disappeared!"

"What?!" Integra's collected expression drops for a moment.

"He's gone, disappeared right in a flag of light, and an unidentified man has taken his place!"

Integra snarls, "That's not possible!"

"Our UAV circling the area caught it on camera, we can show you the recording."

"Sir Integra, perhaps we should be more concerned about what is happening right now," Walter interjects in his usual calm voice.

"Right you are, Walter."

Walter walks over to a computer monitor and types in a few commands and soon the surveillance feed directly from the Hellsing drone is being fed to the computer. "What in God's name…" Integra's jaw slackens and her half-smoked cigar falls out. Before her is a semi-circle of ghouls, the vampiric priest they've been hunting, the last surviving member of D-11 and a man in black long-coat standing behind a wall of bullets that simply hang in the air.

Walter looks at the soldier, "Are you sure that Alucard simply didn't take on a new body?" Recalling how in World War II Alucard had a rather different appearance.

"I don't think Alucard can stop bullets dead in mid-air, sir."

Walter turns back to Integra, "Sir Integra?" The police men all look bewildered and fearful.

"Alucard has never shown telekinetic abilities as far as I know. Bring this man in, I want him questioned."

"As you wish, Sir Integra."

Gabriel gives the most soul destroying look of apathy to the priest, "That all? I expected more." He lets the spent rounds fall to the ground, and levels his best evil eye.

Through all this the ghouls have reloaded, and Gabriel's gaze snap to the last one as it chambers its first round. "Shit!" is all he can say before the ghouls open fire again. The hail of bullets tear through him, ripping him apart, after several seconds of intense fire, the storm ceases.

The priest grins maliciously… until a bitingly cold wind blows through the field, carrying Gabriel's mocking laughter. His former body disintegrates into a fine white dust and gets swept up in this breeze, slowly it coalesces back into Gabriel's body, with a wicked, condescending grin, "Good as new!" he jeers, as he raises his pistols.

He pulls the triggers. He swings the guns in every direction, sending chunks of meat and sprays of blood all over the place until he suddenly stops, he gazes about himself with his arms crossed and his guns held laterally, 70 ghouls left, he ejects his nearly spent magazines and slams down on two fresh ones. "ROUND TWO!" He screams, before continuing to rip the remaining opposition into meaty, bloody confetti.

The final ghoul drops, and Gabriel points one pistol at the priest's face and the other at his heart. "Your move," Gabriel says with a confidence bordering on arrogance.

The priest hesitates, Gabriel surmises he's assessing his options. Gabriel tilts his head as he stares the priest down impatiently, "Well?" he asks expectantly. The priest grins leering, opens his mouth and sinks it straight into the girls neck. Gabriel adjusts his aim and sends two shots straight into the priests head. He then holsters his pistols the same way he drew them.

The priest is blown away, falling several feet from where he stood. The girl simply falls where she stands, blood pouring from the bite wound in her jugular. "I'm sorry I wasn't fast enough, I don't have sufficient skill in healing, but I can do this," she whimpers, "I promise you'll be better than ever when I'm done." She looks up at him with pleading, desperate eyes. Gabriel sighs and swallows stiffly. "Here we go." He says softly as his hand begins to glow a bright, pure white, he pushes it right into her chest. Instead of hitting her sternum, it passes through and the girl's eyes and mouth open and begin to glow the same white as Gabriel's hand. Both she and Gabriel begin to quake as the magic flowing from Gabriel to the girl pours directly into her soul and awakens it, coaxes it to reveal its name. It obliges as she begins to rise off the ground, Gabriel shifts his position accordingly.

Once she's in line with Gabriel's waist, her eyes and mouth open as far as they can go, the glowing in them ceases and blinding flash erupts from her chest. She falls back down to the ground, passes out, and he tumbles backward, both with a soft thump. Gabriel huffs.

"HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD NOW!"

"ON YOUR KNEES!"

"WEAPONS ON THE GROUND NOW!" Fucks sake, he obliges the loud, disembodied voices. Fucking cops. About forty soldiers burst from the woods, all trailing guns on him.

Gabriel sees a young woman and what he assumes to be her butler. Gabriel notes her appearance, blonde hair, dark skin and blue eyes? Where were her parents from? She moves with grace and class that Gabriel long assumed lost upon the world "Madam," Gabriel says with a courteous nod.

"Who are you and what have you done with Alucard?" she demands in a refined accent and contralto voice.

"I am Captain Gabriel Sinclair, Senior Field Agent of the New York Templar Precinct, and I was sitting in my apartment with a few friends, about to have a nice movie marathon, when all of a sudden I was transported here, with my guns!" He stares her directly in the eye. I need your number, he thinks to himself.

She turns to her butler, "Walter, what do you think?"

"I don't know, he unflinchingly looked you in the eye, so he might be telling the truth, or he might be a consummate liar, I find it hard to decide which."

"Hmm, all right, I'll assume you've told me the truth for arguments sake, what are you and where did you learn those tricks?"

"I'm a cambion, an angel/human hybrid, the speed is an inbred ability, as is the regeneration. Revealing the girl's true name is something I learned a long time ago. My job was hunting demons, angels and their servants, I still do if the threat is tough enough."

"What do you mean by that?" the butler asks.

"I'm a thousand years old, I've been killing the supernatural for about nine-hundred-eighty of them, all my abilities surpass even an Ascended Human, and my magic is stronger than anything short of another cambion."

Gabriel notices that the butler is regarding him with frown, "Sir Integra, perhaps we should be pragmatic, with Alucard gone, we have no one else with his capabilities."

Sir? Why is she "sir"? It should be "dame". "Yes, how fortuitous, we'll take him in, question him, put him through selection, present him to the Round Table, and then maybe he could replace Alucard."

"I'll take it."

"What about this young woman, what was her name?"

"Seras Victoria, my lady."

"Thank you, Walter, what is her condition? We saw that the priest bite her, then you did, well, whatever you did…"

"I unlocked her Soul Name, it is sort of like the true name concept, unlocking it cures all disease or curses. The experience is quite exhausting, not to mention she was wounded before hand, so I'd give it a week before she wakes up."

"Can't that be used to-"

One of the soldiers screams, and blood gets sprayed across several trees. A quadrupedal beast that appears to be a reptilian/hound hybrid crawls out and starts snarling and snapping at the three in the field, acidic saliva dripping from its lips. Gabriel hops to his feet and dashes away. The beast follows him. The other soldiers try to shoot it, to no avail. Integra looks down and sees that Gabriel's guns are gone. How? Integra frowns

Gabriel spins on his heel and draws a very large pistol with "The Duelist" engraved on the side. "See how a face of silver-tipped .50 BMG feels." Gabriel shouts as he pulls the trigger and a thunderous crack resounds throughout the landscape, Gabriel arm flies back from the recoil, even with the muzzle break and compensator. The beast's head explodes as the massive shot ploughs through it. Why is there a Hellhound here? Gabriel questions with concern. One of the Hounds of Moloch as well, I hunted and killed them and their master during the American Revolution, and during the Confluence. If he's backWe're in for a maelstrom of shit. Gabriel begins sprinting back the way he came.

Integra, Walter and her men immediately set off after Gabriel and the creature. "What do you think that was?" Integra asks Walter.

"I don't know, Sir Integra, but our new friend seems to, and here he comes now.," Walter responds in his usual level voice. Integra looks over to Gabriel's bright white hair, and black attire rapidly approaching her.

"Dame-"

"Sir!" Integra corrects sharply.

Gabriel huffs, "Sir Integra, vampiric priests with superiority complexes are the least of your worries."

Integra cocks an eyebrow, "How so?"

"That was a Hellhound of Moloch, an extremely powerful Archdemon of Destruction. He killed twelve men and women under my command last time I saw him, took me four days and three towns getting levelled to kill him and his followers, plus intervention of the National Guard," Gabriel locks eyes with Integra.

"Is it possible to examine the body to determine its origin?" Walter asks.

"Yes, it was brought over, body and soul, to this world from Hell. You'll need a truck though, a metric tonne is small for a Hellhound of any kind."

Integra nods. "Right, I think we are done here, begin clean up operations and arrange for an APC to bring Gabriel back to Hellsing manner for questioning ."

"What about Seras?" Gabriel asks. "According to Templar regulations I'm responsible for her now."

"What would that include?"

"Training her to control and harness her new abilities. Plus, people will start asking questions about how strange occurrences start up when she is around, need I saw more?"

"Perhaps it would be best, if Gabriel is telling the truth, to bring her in and let him train her, at the very worst we'll simply wipe her memory and send her away, at very best she could become a powerful weapon in our mission," Walter suggests.

"Fine, we'll accept her, but she is Gabriel's responsibility, understood?" Integra glares steely at Gabriel.

"Crystal," he responds with a nod.