It had been yet another quiet night for Dante. Then, as always seemed to happen to him, he was sent on a mission by a woman, to some town he had never heard of. "Nibelham," or something like that. He had been relaxing when she strolled through his door, acting like she owned the place. He had expected that much...she was British, and British broads always acted like they owned the world. The difference with her is that she had an air like she actually did. And she was wearing men's clothes.

"Dante, I presume?" She had said.

"That's me." He replied. "What do you want?"

"I hear you deal with the supernatural. Am I correct?"

"Almost." He grinned. This was turning out interesting after all. "I only deal with the demonic." He would take the job anyway, but he had to play with her head, let her know that he was still in charge.

"Good enough. You will find that this particular job pays splendidly." If she hadn't had his attention before, she got it now.

"How much?"

"Half a million, at least. Maybe more."

"Done." He was sold. But there had to be a catch. "There are a lot of them, aren't there?"

"Loads." She stated, bluntly. "But rest assured, you won't be working alone. I've sent my associate as well. You two should get along quite well. You are very similar."

"Okay, you've got me. Just one thing, though...I'll need a name, babe." He said.

"My name is Sir Integral Wingates Hellsing. You would do well to simply call me Sir Hellsing."

"Uh, okay..." Dante was pretty sure by now that she was a lesbian or something. "And who is this associate of yours?"

"His name is Alucard." She replied. Alucard...the name sounded familiar somehow, and strangely threatening.

"I guess I'll be on my way, then." He said.

"Very good. Remember the town is called 'Nibelheim.' Oh, and Dante?"

"Yes?"

"I'm not a lesbian." And then she was gone.

To Alucard, this Nibelheim seemed quiet. A bad quiet. A deadly quiet. There was a sinister air about the place. People had died here, the wrong way. He could almost smell the remains of a fire from years ago, but it could have been his imagination. He had been given permission to use any means necessary to complete his mission, so as an extra precaution, his hat and glasses had long been removed. His shadowy hair seemed to take on a life of its own in the night. He surveyed the town. It was a quaint little place. It had a Germanic feel, but it was nowhere near Germany, he was pretty sure. The only real defining feature of the village was a huge mansion. Something about that mansion unsettled him. He slipped his arms out of his coat and let it hang loose on his shoulders. He wasn't going to take any chances. He needed to be quick. He needed to be violent. He needed to be quiet. Suddenly, the roar of a motorcycle shattered his hopes of a covert operation. He had been spotted, and in the worst way. He whipped around, his guns already in his hands. His unique guns. His white gun and his black gun. There were no other guns in the world like them...except for the ones pointed at him. The cyclist was aiming back, with identically-colored guns. What trickery was this? The cyclist then lowered his weapons.

"...Alucard?" He asked.

"That's me. You must be Dante." He lowered his own pistols, slightly embarassed. An outside observer would have thought the two longtime partners. They were wearing long red coats. Dante's white hair contrasted with Alucard's black, shifty hair. They had, of course, heard of one another before. They were famous in their arts. They regarded one another with the highest respect. With their abilities, no force on Earth, or in Heaven or Hell could stop them. Or so one would have thought. All at once, several holes tore open in reality. Inhuman...things spilled out of them in hordes. In less than an instant, Alucard and Dante had their guns drawn and were blowing pieces off of the monsters. No matter how many they killed, however, the things kept coming. As the distance between the hunters and the monsters closed, Dante drew his blade, and Alucard tore them apart with his teeth and hands. Neither wanted to resort to their alternate forms, at least not yet. They needed help, fast.

Several stories underground, in a locked room filled with coffins, there was a thump. The occupant of the coffin in the middle of the room was very disturbed. Vincent flung the top off of it and floated swiftly, but gently, out and perched on the edge. Something had happened to awake him. Something was going on above. He reached back into his coffin and pulled out his triple-barreled revolver, Cerberus. He then took on the form of his crimson cape and swept out of the room and up, out of the mansion. He zig-zagged between the monstrosities swarming outside, firing intermittent blasts from somewhere inside of his supernatural cloak, and joined the two men in the center.

"Good evening." He said as he blasted one of the things in half. "I am Vincent Valentine, and I'm here to help." The three of them continued to make short work of the first few waves before they caught a small break.

"Vincent Valentine of the Turks?" Asked Dante.

"Not anymore." He replied. "But yes, that is me."

"Yeah I've heard of you. Impressive stuff." Dante said.

"Didn't you have a part in stopping the destruction of the world a couple years ago?" asked Alucard.

"Well...maybe. I guess that depended on who was playing." replied Vincent. Then the next wave came.

"Gentlemen." Announced Alucard, his coat shifting into a sort of leather straitjacket, "I think it's time we got serious with these things."

"Agreed." Said Dante, wings sprouting from his back. Vincent said nothing, his face now transformed into a white mask.