A/N: Hello everyone this is my first official story for this fandom, so please go easy on me. This work has not been beta read so if you see any mistakes please tell me. Also I am in dire need of a beta so if you are willing, please P.M me. I swear I don't bight unless provoked. Alright, I'm going to stop rambling and get on with the story. Please Favorite, Follow, and review. ( you don't have to do them all if you don't want to :) ) This next part is like the intro. You know how anime have intros with epic songs to show a quick peak at what is to come. Well I tried that out. You don't have to read it though.

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It all starts in an office.

Four figures stand in different area's of the room.

One sits behind a grand desk, hair of spun silver, a cigar between her lips. Another with hair black as night emerging from the wall, shadows his loyal followers. A lone figure stands by the window with brown hair and the traces of a faint scar running down her slender face. The full moon beckoning like a temptress. Standing behind the silver haired queen is a girl with blonde hair, at the ready like any good solider, red eyes, a constant reminder of her inner demon. The picture ripples out of focuses.

Strange new bullets fall slowly, showing the heads to be pure sun light or liquid silver, a white gloved reaches out towards them only to get a gun. You move up a red clad arm to see a figure once again covered in shadows, a wicked grin on it's pale lips. Eyes full of hunger and bloodlust. Arm raised and gun drawn, it fires. A woman is in it's arm, silver hair and one startling blue eye. Slowly it turns a bright red and tears of blood flow freely from it, her face full of sorrow and regret. They both are consumed by the shadows.

Wolves run in a snowing forest, their snouts covered in blood. Jaws snapping and claws reaching out to strike out at the air. They jump on a girl with blond hair and she fights back, her own fangs start to show as she takes each dog and tears it apart. She gets over taken as more and more wolves start to attack her. Burying her in a mountain of fur that slowly turns black. The pile starts to melt away.

A spot light shines in the middle of a dark room to show a girl this time with a mane of brown hair. Her head is hung low in defeat and a figure walks into the light. Hair hides half of their face ,casting it in shadows. Sharp teeth are shown as the figure smiles and leans down towards the girl. Gripping her chin and forcing it to the side, a gaping hole marks her tan skin as silver starts to leak out the wound. They lick her jaw and push her forcefully to the grown while she is tried to the chair.

Once again the scene changes and it is now four figures, one of white hair, one of black, one of brown, and one of blond. The silver queen holds in her right hand a sword and in the left a pistol. The black demon holds two guns one of the brightest of steal and the other of the blackest of metal. The blond princess holds a large rifle, supported by her hip as she has one hand on the trigger and the other holding the muzzle. The brown solider leaps in the air and her skin starts to tear revealing thick brown fur. She howls and her face becomes larger, lips forming a snout. Soon a wolf prowls in front of the three unfazed beings.

They stand together as the earth starts to burn.

Desire was making his skin burn from the inside out. The bright red blood that was dripping from her finger had him in some sort of trance and if his heart would to beat at that very moment it would be in a rapid pace as his mouth started to fall open. Hunger over taking his very being. Slowly it slid down the tip of her finger and then fell to the open air. His tonged slipped out of his mouth licking at his dry lips in desperation. The wait was surely killing him and he could not wait for the very nectar of life that was being offer to him to fall and take its time. He sprang to life and shot up. One arm flying towards his master to wrap around her slip waist, the other to grip tightly at her injured hand. Soon after, her finger was in his mouth and he was sucking at it like a babe sucking at its mother's tit.

It was an explosion of flavor and power, her virgin blood something like that of the most sweetest of wine, but even that did not do it justice. Thirty years of nothing to quench his eternal hunger and the moment he returned back to his Countess he was rewarded with her very essence. In his mind he was not worthy of such a prize. "Alacard...that is enough." Her voice was closer than he had expected it and the burn of his seal shot through him like a familiar friend. With one last lazy lick from her knuckle to nail. He unwrapped himself from her and took a few steps back. Integra's blood making his cold body gain some sort of warmth, trying to savoir the remaining cells on his tounge, he met her gaze with heavy lidded eyes. Her expression showed many emotions, but at that moment he was in no desire it pin point what they were.

"Master! I knew you would returned!" Another feminine voice floated to his ear and he turned to the sound of said voice and was greeted with a wide smile from his fledgling. Thirty years and her wide eyes, so fool of hope and wonder had not lost their light. Shame he would have thought with the lost of her French man that she would finally be able to embrace what she truly had become, but her lost seem to only strengthen her hold on her nonexistent humanity.

"What is that suppose to mean Police girl, that you believed me dead." His voice was laced with a teasing tone, but as soon as those words had made it to the two women, the air around them changed and it was heavy with tension.

"Yes Alacard, that was the very thing that we thought for the last thirty years. That you had finally met your end." It was his master who spoke and her voice no longer carried with it the soft sound that the No Life King had heard only moments earlier. It now sounded like the Integra that he had left thirty years ago.

However, before he was able to reply with a snarky remark his nose caught the smell of something strange. Something that he hadn't smell in quite a while. Wet dog.

"Sir Integra?" A new voice said. His eyes fell to the broken door that Seres had kicked down and standing at the door way was a woman. no older than thirty five years old. Her dark brown hair was falling over her shoulders in thick waves, still a bit wet from the shower she had taken a while ago, and her brown eyes fell on him and narrowed in a glare. Her nostrils flared as she took a deep breath of the air around her. The scar on the side of her face caught the light making it turn a bright pink. He laughed at the sight of the new comer with her gun drawn and pointed right at the center of his forehead. Her taned skin flared up in a light blush as annoyance and anger took over her. At that moment she did not take well to the vampire that had just drank from her boss.

"Put your gun down solider." Sir Hellsing ordered and like a good little puppy she put her arm down and Alacard couldn't and wouldn't stop the smirk that came across his pale face. "Alacard since your absence and the death of Walter, the Hellsing organization was in dire need of recruits. Strong willed individuals who are able to serve me well. The woman you see before you is one of my top agents and Seres' partner. Her name is Titania Whitechapel. She, as you might already have figured out is a werewolf."

"My master, I had thought that you had some form of standards when recruiting, going so low as to let a mutt be able to call itself apart of the Hellsing organization. It must seem that you have gotten rather desperate." Moments after he had finished his statement a loud smack was echoing in the large bed room. His face was thrown to the side and the sharp pain he felt on the side of his face sent pleasure to shoot right to his groin. When Alacard straighten up he saw that his master still had her arm raised over her head, ready to deliver another blow.

"Have those long years made you forget how to address me beast." Her voice was loud and powerful, something that he truly missed during his time away from his Silver haired Queen.

With a mocking bow, he bent over, nose almost grazing the carpet and said with a smile. A voice laced in honey. "Of course not, my Master."