Title: Death comes calling.
Summary: What happens when you combine Gorillaz with a voiltile vampire? Read to find out.
Rated T right now M for later chapters. Story will have language for Muds, drug use for 2-D. Maybe some slash or lemon for later on.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing or Groillaz. I just dust them off and play with them from time to time.
He was the night, and with him came death. His dashing eyes hidden by a pair of aviator spectacles, and his clothing that seemed hemmed and woven by darkness alone. The only other colors upon his long lean frame were a red cravat, and a pair of very white gloves.
He surveyed the land about, and deep laughter rippled through the cool air in a hearty baritone. Tonight was his and it was glorious.
She sat at her desk as if a Goddess. Her bulter had approached an hour earlier with an offering of tea and biscuits.
"All I need right now is to know, butler, if he is here tonight?" The stunning blonde with sharp icy eyes asked.
"No Sir, he has been roaming lately all within secure locations and has not harassed any of the locals as far as our intelligence data states." The dark sternly clad man replied stopping to remove and polish his monocle.
"Very well, good night then Walter, do as you will and rest well." She replied curtly dismissing her retainer.
She sat for awhile surveying documents, signing a few, throwing quite a few away. Things had been slow since all hell had broken loose, and she was glad to see somewhat that society had not been completely rent from its moorings.
One thing was certain. Her Queen and Country had survived, her organization would continue.
All right folks. Just a little note here. I know it's not much right now. Drop me a line if you have any stray bunnies you might want touched upon in the fic. I'll appreciate the help!