Hellsing : AEonX

Authors note: This fan fic is what it sounds to be, a FAN FICTION. I like reviews and if you have consructive critisism, please tell me what may needed to be worked on. I will however not tolerate flames. Thank you.

Also, the events in the fanfiction are to take place 10 years later, however I have only read volumes 1-9 of Hellsing, volume 10 supposedly the last but because it was just released in Japan of March this year. It may take a while to come to Canada and the U.S. so i'm sorta writing this on a limb here, hehe.

I hope you enjoy ^^

P.S. I do not own Hellsing. Hellsing is the property of Khota Hirano.

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He walked with a quick pace, his footsteps echoing through the long hallway before coming to a stop in front of a large wooden door. With a small knock the door opened with a loud creak and he walked inside, entering a large office space.

"Your tea and biscuits." He spoke, fiery-orange hair falling in front of his face slightly as he placed the polished silver tray onto the desk in front of him as he then took a bow to the figure in front of him, sitting at her desk.

"Thank you, Vincent." Came Integra's reply, looking up at the man in front of her. He stood around six foot two and he had two seperate eye colors, his left eye a golden yellow and his right a fiery-orange. His skin was a bit whiter than normal and he wore a deep blood red vest with a long white shirt underneath, a long black tie around his neck as he wore long black dress pants with a pair of black polished dress shoes. On his hands were a pair of black gloves. He was 28.

With another small bow he turned to leave, straightening as he did so. As he walked out, Seras walked in carrying a small stack of papers with her as she stood at attention before Integra.

"Sir, I've brought all I could find about Vincent, like you asked me to." She said as Integra motioned for her to bring her the Documents, picking some up before reading them.

"Vincent Aethertran. Born in the United States, Orphaned--no, abandoned at the age of 7 and adopted at 12. Enrolled in Highschool at 13 in which the same time he took up Martial arts. Competed in his first Tournament at 16 and earned a Scholarship here after that. Graduated at 17. Competed in another Tournament at 18. From there it goes blank." She read aloud to Seras and herself, Seras looking depressed at the report.

"Poor him, abandonded at 7." Seras whispered to herself as Integra looked at her as she recalled one time from Walter that Seras was an orphan.

With a sigh she placed the Documents down and looked up at Seras.

"He may have been abandoned Seras, but now he has a family. I do however find it suspicious that 8 years worth of information does'nt exist. Has he mentioned anything to you Seras? You did find him two years ago."

"No, nothing. All I really know at the moment is, well it's hard to say but--"

"Spit it out."

"He's... Um... He's Special, if you want to put it that way." She answered rather weakily.

With another sigh, Integra crossed her gloved fingers. Again with the same answer from Seras. Special. Integra did'nt know what she had meant, and it still did'nt answer her questions about Vincent. All she knew for sure was that from Seras herself she stated she had found him two years ago during a mission, badly wounded and unconcious and took care of him for three weeks.

"Seras, I want you to keep an eye on Vincent. You found him and you both get along rather well like Brother and Sister. I'm sure he'll tell you what we need to know sooner or later. Dismissed."

With that, Seras gave a small salute before turning around and leaving as Integra turned around in her chair to look up at the moonlit night.

It had been Ten years since Millenium was defeated, Ten years since Walter had died by the hands of Alucard and Ten years since Alucard had died by the hands of Walter.

Ten years since Alexander Anderson had died as well as Enrico Maxwell, Section 13, the Iscariot Organization a thing of the past.

"Walter.....Alucard..." Integra whispered to herself. She may have lost a lot in that war against Millenium, but oddly enough, she gained something, someone who had proven their worth in the past two years.

It was two years since Vincent had shown up and given the role of butler. Oddly though he had asked to help with what Hellsing did. To eliminate monsters that threatened the Queen and England. Supposedly, he wanted to repay the debt of having him brought here to heal.

He was worth it though, his combat skills rivaled Seras' and that was saying something. Hell, he even killed Ghouls and fake Vampires with his own hands, albiet he did get injured a few times, but he was still impressive.

He also carried two Katanas with him every now and then on a mission. Nothing wrong with a weapon or two, after all Seras did have her Harkonen cannon and Walter had his special gloves.

However, she did admit that the blades were a bit odd. One of the Katana's had a black translucent blade, the other a white translucnt blade.

Integra had to wonder though, besides Martial arts training, where else did he learn his combat skills? And where did he aquire such Unique weapons?

This is what struck her as odd behaviour about Vincent. Able to take down Ghouls and the remnants of fake Vampires bare-handed, Close Quarter Combat skills that could rival Seras and not to mention, his shrouded past Eight years before coming to Hellsing.

Just what was Vincent hiding and why did it seem Seras knew something she didn't?

"You better not be keeping secrets from me, Seras..." Muttered Integra to herself before trailing off, turning her chair around again to look at the Documents in front of her. If Seras was hiding something, was it because she was asked to, or was it to protect someone? Or was it possibly both?

Integra thought all the facts over again about Vincent while still trying to figure out why the last Eight years of his life was seemingly erased.

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Walking down the long hallway and down a long staircase and through the underground level of where she stayed, she walked up to a large metal door and knocked before speaking; "It's Seras."

With a clank and a loud creak, the door opened with Vincent inside, his vest, shirt and gloves having been removed as he opened the door, large scars on his chest and arms barley visible as Seras looked away slightly flustered by the sight, then again, this seemed to happen quite a bit. She wasn't sure if she had odd timing or if this was planned everytime she came to visit. She figured it was the latter. She did admit though, to herself that he did have a nice build. Muscular and well toned, but not overly done.

"Odd timing as usual, Seras." He spoke with a small grin.

Strike out the planning ahead bit.

"So, why are you here this time?" He asked rather bluntly.

"I'm interested in your past. Nameley what happened to you for the past Eight years before I found you." She replied.

He looked at her for a few seconds before turning around and walking towards his bed before sitting on it.

"No. I would prefer not to speak about it."

"But we need to know. What happened to you Eight years ago?"

"If you were me Seras, i'm sure you would'nt want to talk about it to anyone either." He finished as he then layed down on his bed, arms crossed behind him as he looked up at the ceiling.

Looking down Seras glanced at Vincent before turning and leaving his room, looking at a pair of sheathed Katana's on his wall before exiting the room. In the two years she had known him personally, he never mentioned a word about his Katana's. Namley why their blades were a different color and why they were translucent.

All he had told her about them was that they had names; KageHime and TsukiHime.

With a slow pace, she walked back to her room, opened her door, entered and closed it before entering her coffin. She wondered to herself if it was really okay keeping some vital information about Vincent secret from Sir Integra. Then again, it was him who asked her not to let anyone know about his condition while she was helping take care of him two years ago.

It made some sense. If Sir Integra found out about his condition, what would happen?

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location: ???

With a quick pace, the shadowed figure walked towards her Commander's room, her short straight shoulder length platinum hair just barley visible in the dim lighting. Having stopped she looked inside her commander's room before being motioned in. Walking in, she saluted the shadowed figure of her Commander with her black gloved hand.

Looking up he smiled at the female figure in front of him.

She stood about five foot five and she had bright yellow wore a long black trench coat and a pair of black gloves, a rather tight fitting black T-shirt worn under the trench coat showing off her rather big chest. She also wore black pants and a pair of black combat boots. Atop her head were a pair of fox ears that twitched. she was 28.

"Orders?" She asked, a hint of excitement in her voice.

"It seems ve may haf found our missing friend, Elysia. I'm sure Wincent rings a bell?" He replied in a German accent.

"Vincent..." She repeated in a whisper, anger slightly audible in her tone of voice, as well as happiness.

"Where is he?"

"Ve assume he's in London. Ve'd send you out to check but for now, ve vould like you to stay here until ve werify this IS Wincent." He replied.

Clenching her fist in anger, Elysia saluted and left the room.

End of chapter 1.

Hope it was a good intro chapter ^^;