Ch1. Sleep for Now.
He was so tired. How long had it been since he'd left the Vatican? Within the darkness of an old crypt a man with long black hair sat, thinking of many things. He'd seen more than anyone had ever seen, and had been in more fights than he could really truly remember. He'd been asked once what battles he could remember and had commented on a battle in Rome that was centuries old.
Why? Why do I remember that, how? He had asked himself. The answer soon came to him when a monster by the name of Dracula had revealed it to him.
Gabriel, this was the name of an angel. The right hand of God, the fighter, and the messenger of God. Was this really who he was? It must be; he had out lived anyone he ever carried for. If they didn't die first that was.
Running his hand threw the mess atop his head, he sighed. He'd loved someone once, and now he couldn't remember who is was. He sighed again in frustration, sleep that was all he wanted now, just sleep forever. Finally ling down upon the ground he closed his eyes.
Sleep now Gabriel, rest and sleep. A deep soothing voice called to him. Sleep Gabriel Van Hellsing. Sleep until the world needs you again.
900 Years Later
The war was just beginning, thanks to a mad man who wanted to relive the glory days of the Nazi army. He had used every means of magic he could get his hands onto. From ghouls, werewolves and even vampires, all following his orders. He was after a power that was controlled by a mysterious origination that held the key to every real vampire out there.
"Watch now, watch as he completes this war for me, my puppet of disaster." He laughed wildly. "No man can stop us now!"
Hellsing HQ
"This is unacceptable; we must find a way to stop this war before it turns into World War 3." Shouted one of the council members, his voice was soon followed by many others.
"Calm you self gentlemen. I am aware of the situation at hand, as for what we will be doing about it. I'm not sure, gentlemen, we can only do so much. For now, we hold our own against this force."
Long light blond hair swayed slightly as the leader the second most powerful holy group rose. Sir Integra Wingates Van Hellsing. Her stern face looking around at the men seated at the round table. This meeting had lasted too long for liking.
"Meeting is abjured until notified, good evening."
With this she turned and left the group of men whispering amongst themselves. She was tired of all these meetings, and wanted nothing more for this damned war to end. Turning down a hall Integra headed for her office to sit and think in peace.
Smoke from her lit cigar rose in the moon light of the dark office, her eyes closed she listened to the darkness around her. But the silence was interrupted by the slight sound of moving cloth.
"Come out if you have something to say Alucard." She spoke up.
"My Master, I take it the meeting was a bore?" the master vampire asked a smirk on his face.
"You know how it went; you were there, listening to everything that was said." She focused her eyes on him.
"Ah yes, and if I may be so bold as to say. I know who could help us in this little battle." The vampire sneered flashing his long fangs.
Listening to what was being said she gave the man before a questioning look. "Who?"
"Your ancestor of course."