**Kitten: Again, this chapter is updated. Thank you for bearing with me during this process.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing... I don't think I could come up with such a genius plot. A 3 sided war between Nazi's, Puritans, and Catholics? Wow! Good job Hirano!

Recap: "Right-o, Sir." The teen turned to us and actually gave me a hug. "It was nice meeting the both of you! I hope to see you around!" With that, she bounded off in another direction, and was gone. I really wish she would have stayed with us the rest of the way. I didn't like this old Butler... This man named Walter. Brother knew it too, and he kept us at a good distance from the elder until we reached the designated doors that would lead us to "Sir Hellsing". The elegant wood startled me a little. Just how rich was this man? I was about to find out how wrong I was about one tiny assumption of mine.

Walter shut those elegant doors behind us, and I almost stumbled. The woman that gestured for us to sit down had caught me completely off guard. I rigidly took a seat in front of her, a small scowl on my face that showed my confusion. The master of the house was female? She even had a cigar hanging from her lips! And her presence just screamed that she needed respect. Yet she seemed so young. There was youth left in her features unlike there was in mine. I felt my hands tighten into fists, and my posture automatically straightened.

"What's the matter girl," the woman at the desk asked me in an amazingly masculine voice that was at the same time feminine. Had I been so tense that she had noticed? Assuming her tone was because she was all business, I dismissed it as normal. If she wasn't an intimidating force before she looked up at me, now that I have seen her eyes, I find myself even more cautious around her. How long had she been running this household to obtain those kind of eyes? The look that seems to go for miles, never stopping to glance at anyone that passed by her, or even to notice the people in her way. I wondered what color her blood would shine. Surely a bright crimson... No. Stop that. She is your employer, not the victim of the undoubtedly dangerous mission she'll be giving you. I swallowed the saliva that had acumulated in my mouth. My brother nudged my side and I realized that the woman was talking again. "I am Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing. Do not be afraid of me girl, I am not one who would try to kill you. Or are you just that easily intimidated?" I straightened my back even further, my lips pursing into a thin line.

"No, Sir. I am just a little surprised that someone as young as yourself is the master of this household." I replied smoothly in my thick accent, and she raised her eyebrows.

"As young as me? Young woman, I am 22 years old. Surely I am not that young in comparison to you. Though I thought I would have been one of the only women to be brought into a war at such a young age..." Sir Hellsing said, and the fact that she was a woman, running a very rich company, and also much younger than me still had me baffled. On top of that, she made it sound like she had been the head of the household for years. I gave the woman a small smile that was very much forced and I was about to reply when she spoke again. "Your accent is Russian. You look just like your captain. Walter informs me that you are brother and sister, yet I can tell your brother is French by his accent. Just who are you?" I wasn't surprised by this question. Brother and I got that question a lot. It was the way she said it that made me furrow my eyebrows. I couldn't tell if she just normally spoke in an uncaring voice, or if she was just rude. And at the same time, I couldn't help but respect this intimidating woman. Anyone who so much as glanced at her could tell that not only was she smart, and powerfully rich, but she was also a physical force to be messed with. I could see it in the way she sat. Most women would not sit like a man, even on business because it was uncomfortable, but she clearly held that stature, and that took a lot of muscle to do. She was strong, and most likely could take me on in combat.

"I beg your pardon, Sir Hellsing. My name is Nikita Bernadotte. Yes I am Russian, but my father was English," I stated. "I consider Pip my brother because I was raised with him in France as an adopted child. I'm sure you know his family's history by now. You do not seem the type to look for a client without first doing your research. However, it surprises me that you do not know of me. Surely you have done your research on that?" A small look of confusion flitted over the younger woman's face and I ignored the nudge in my side from Pip that clearly stated that I was being rude.

"There are no records of your existence, Miss Bernadotte. Not even from when you were living with Mr. Bernadotte. If I would have known about your existence, I certainly would have looked into your profile." Integra almost seemed annoyed as she stated this, Brother's eyes had flickered over to me and tried to lock with mine, and I just stared at the woman blankly. I kind of expected that there wouldn't be any records on file of me. After all that my father had done... No, this started way back to even my grandfather... I was snapped out of my thoughts when the woman said something that gave me a sense of deja vu. "Yet for someone that is a member of a group of mercenaries, you seem too young."

"I am 30 years of age, Sir Hellsing. It is you who is young." I replied with another forced smile, and my hands tightened further.

"You look hardly that age." Apparently I think I look older than I really am when I look in the mirror. Everyone seems to think I look too young... "Are you a nosferatu? It would mae your job here much easier." My eyes widened.

"Excuse me?" I wondered out loud, and Sir Hellsing sighed. "I am sorry, Sir, it's just that one of your employees, Seras Victoria, asked me the same thing earlier. I was unsure of why she had asked me that, but now I am certain that most everyone here is crazy. Forgive me for being so rude, but ever since you sent that butler to escort us here, I have felt a dark presence."

"You have the right to believe that, and I commend you on being able to recognize it," Sir Hellsing stated, folding her fingers and resting her elbows on her desk. I gave her a curious look, and I felt Brother leaning in closer beside me. There was a tense silence before the master of the house continued. "Have either of you read Bram Stoker's Dracula?" The question seemed random, but at the same time, seemed to be perfectly normal for the situation. After all, she had just indicated earlier that being a nosferatu would help with the case. I nodded, always being one for the super-natural books. After all, grandfather was – no. I shouldn't get lost in thought now. I could miss something. A small smile appeared on Sir Hellsing's face and my heart dropped to my stomach. "This is a good thing, because you will need those wooden stakes, crosses, and garlic." That statement also gave me a sense of deja vu. I just knew this was seeming more and more like the 19th century. "I have asked you here to work for me full time and guard this estate from vampires." I heard Pip laugh, but I just stared blankly onward at the window behind Integra's head. I don't remember much of what happened after that. It was like my mind had left me.

Most people would say that I was crazy for believing every word that Sir Hellsing had just said, but when you had a past like mine, it was natural. The only person that would ever know my past in the present time would be me, so I never expected anyone to really understand. Yet here was Integra, who would sound bat-shit crazy to someone, but was making perfect sense to me. I believed in monsters, because I was the monster. No, my blood was what made me a monster. A human, yet a monster, and before that I thought you couldn't get any worse than that. I am a monster hidden under a mortal skin. I never thought I could become more inhuman. So for a vampire to be real, it didn't strike me as odd at all. It seemed more like relief than a surprise really. Relief that I wasn't the worst kind of monster out there. I was human, and vampires were the undead... Ones who were no longer human. That was the only difference between us, yet it seemed like it made everything different. Yes, it most certainly was a relief.

I had let Pip take over, and I was glad I did. If it were up to me to make the decision, I would have told Integra no. Vampires... I knew that I didn't like them. All they wanted was blood, and though I wasn't any better, I didn't just go and kill random people without reason. I was getting paid. But when I thought about it that way, weren't vampires drinking blood to stay, well, undead? Still, I don't know why anyone in their right mind would choose a life like that. I would rather starve really. I didn't want to go up against something that was going to kill me just so they could enjoy being undead and essentially immortal. Yet because the pay was good and my brother found her statement as a joke, Pip had decided to take the job. He wasn't being serious, and it irked me. Didn't he understand that vampires really could exist in this life, as long as I'm the living proof of mosters? For the first time in my many years of being a mercenary, I was actually afraid to go into battle. Had vampires been the reason the only people I saw around here were Seras, Walter, and Integra? It just had to be...

"You may take your leave, Mr. Bernadotte... However, I have a few questions to ask Ms. Bernadotte." Integra's words pulled me out of my thoughts and I stared at her a little surprised. Brother patted my shoulder, something he always did when he was telling me to be safe, and then left to go to our troops and relay the information to them he just received. I had never realized that I had become slouched over a little in my chair and I straightened my back again. Sir Hellsing's eyes never left mine and I found that even after looking into them a second time, she was still just as intimidating as she was the first time. An awkward silence ensued before I cleared my throat. The woman in front of me seemed to widen her eyes a little farther, and it occurred to me that she must have been lost in thought. "Ms. Bernadotte-"

"Please... Sir Hellsing, call me Nikita. I require no title to my name," I stated, and her eyebrows raised before she continued.

"Nikita... I wish to inquire about your past. What you stated before was true. I do not go without doing research on my clients, and I will not make exceptions." Her voice was still all business, but it seemed to have gone a little softer now that Pip was gone. Truly she was a very proud woman. I don't even think she'd flinch standing next to a monster. If anything, she seemed more likely to cut its head off. A grim smile crossed my features as I wondered if she would do the same to me if she found out who I really was.

"Are you certain you wish to be asking me this? Surely you have a sense of why there are no records on me... Some things are better left unknown, Sir Hellsing. Pip laughed at your statement about vampires. I chose to believe you, because I know that monsters do exist. The blood of a monster runs through my veins at this very moment, yet I am human." Integra's eyes widened. My grim smile turned into a smirk. "I will tell you this much – since the age of eight I have been living with Pip and have been trained as a mercenary with him. You can ask him yourself. He will confirm it." Those ice cold, and calculating eyes narrowed and the woman across from me snubbed out her cigar.

The head of the house said nothing as I stood and walked out of the room. My smirk was gone. I knew I had been rude, but if I was intimidated by something, I was like a dog backed into a corner. I never cowered. I bared my teeth and fought back, even if the hand reaching towards me was the hand that fed me. I didn't know how I found my way around the place to the room I needed to go. Maybe it was the light smell of smoke that my brother left through the halls. Ever since I was born, my senses were extremely sensitive. They were heightened, and I only guess it was because of my bloodline. After all, what kind of monster doesn't have heightened senses? It was quite easy to follow the scent of my brother through the halls, and soon I found myself in the room where my kin were staying until Sir Integra addressed them all at once. Brother was sitting in a chair in the middle of the room, and as I glanced around, I noticed Seras leaning against one of the walls. She seemed to go unnoticed by everyone else, but when I caught her eyes, she gave a small wave. I smiled at her, not finding her so weird now, and started to wonder if she were one of the undead. But weren't we supposed to be fighting the nosferatu? It wouldn't make sense for her to be one. I'm glad I didn't jokingly say that I was when she first asked me if I was a vampire. She might have killed me... Then again, she seems so innocent. Was she really a vampire slayer? Nothing was making sense anymore...

I took a seat on one of the rectangular boxes that held our supplies and that's when the chatter picked up in the room. The first question out of anyone's mouth was "what are we going to do?" It didn't surprise me at all, and the way Brother responded to that question was just a normal as it always is. He turned around slightly in his chair and smiled at us.

"Don't be surprised when I tell you this: this time, our job is... Killin' monsters!" I rolled my eyes while everyone else just laughed. I looked over at Seras and she was smiling solemnly. I heard someone say to quit shitting us, and I had the urge to whack him over the head. These men, while they were my comrades, were obnoxious and a little annoying sometimes. It was embarrassing. I gave a small shrug at Seras and her smile brightened a little. She must have sensed that I believed what my brother said was true. She truly was a nice young girl. I still felt old around her, but she was what I wish I could have been when I was younger.

"It's true." A familiar voice rang out over all the mens' laughter and Sir Hellsing herself waltzed through the doors, a superior smile on her face. The men got quiet and I held back a smirk at the surprise on their faces. "Your enemies are to be ghouls and vampires which neither die nor age. Holy water is splashed on the demon; a crucifix is stabbed through it's heart; its head is sliced off. The impure soul shall turn to ashes around the figure of the cross... This is what we do.For more information refer to vampire literature."

"Are you kidding us?" One of the soldiers in our group was almost yelling at Integra, yet she was not shaken. She merely stood there with a knowing smile on her features. "There are no such things as vampires..."

"To be more accurate, you don't know the truth..." The woman had interrupted him, and this just gave me more respect for her. A woman usually did not have this much power in England unless she were the Queen. Yet Sir Hellsing was able to take charge of this situation without much of a problem at all. "We have never let anyone know the truth. The Hellsing Organization was established a century ago. If we were to have never been created, they should surely have realized their goal... Of subverting mankind into a race of demonic vermin." I looked down at my feet. I felt for a moment as if I were almost human. "You fellows probably didn't understand a word I just said. See for yourselves; this is our enemy, the vampire." My eyes widened in surprise when Integra's hand snapped over to Seras. So she was... A vampire? But if she is our enemy, why did I not feel true darkness from her even though I felt it from the other two that lived here? How long had she been 19 years old? Why was an organization that was meant for slaying vampires keeping a vampire? I was confused.

"Wh-what?" Brother seemed just as confused as me as he approached Seras. "Are you... A vampire?" I wanted to slap my forehead, considering Integra had clearly just stated that she was. Seras wearily flashed the tip of one of her fangs.

"Uh... I guess so..." What did she mean by "guess so"? Was she uncertain? I mean, with the fact that she was significantly stronger than me (I suddenly remembered the way she had shook my hand), how could she not know if she were undead or not? I heard a lot of muffled laughter and looked around me. The men didn't believe her. Like me, they found her too innocent and young looking to be a vampire. I guess that's normal. Everyone expects monsters to be terrifying and not human looking, but again, I was living proof of how wrong that notion can be. Seras was also proof. We looked human, and yet we were monsters. "See, I told you they'd make fun of me..." Seras said approaching Integra, and the older female looked like she wanted to sigh.

"I suppose you're right."

"Wouldn't it have been easier if we just called my master?"

"No, he'll probably kill all of them! Alright, show them what you've got, Officer! Give them a wake-up call."

"Go-got it!" Seras said saluting the master of the house, and watched as she slowly approached Brother. "I'm coming." She stated this to his face before he started laughing uncontrollably. I sighed and rested my chin in my hand. Oh boy was he in for it. I could tell.

"Hey Hey! If that girl's a vampire then I'm Frankenstein!" He continued laughing and I had a serious notion to hit him. He shouldn't joke about being a monster...

"Like this?" Seras flicked him while she spoke, and Brother went flying back. That's when I laughed. "Down already, Cap'n? I just lifted a finger."

"What... What the..." I was finding this more and more comical as it went. Brother seemed to be astonished by the fact that he had only gotten flicked and was sent backwards, almost off his feet.

"How about this?" Seras flicked him again, and this time he really did fly off his feet. The other men had to catch him and I doubled over with laughter. Sure, I hated to see my brother hurt, but he got what was coming.

"She's a freak... I can't... I can't see! And she just flicked her finger and pushed me down!" I whacked Pip over the head. He stared up at me astonished. There was a hard look on my face.

"She warned you. You got what you had coming." That was all I said before turning around to stare at Seras. She smiled at me and I returned it gratefully. "Sometimes these men need taught a lesson. Thank you."

"Well I did say already that I was a vampire..."

"You're a real vampire?" Pip still sounded surprised as he asked the question. Didn't he get it yet? Would she lie to him after just beating him up with only her finger? I doubted that.

"Got that right." A very deep masculine voice floated throughout the room, and I couldn't find where it was coming from. Well, that was until I saw a man in a red trench coat and hat with orange tinted glasses coming through a WALL. "Though she's the lowest of the vampires, she's still the real deal." I froze as he stepped out from the wall and didn't move. He had to be... He just had to be a vampire too. His head had tilted down so that he was looking over those glasses, and I suddenly wished that he hadn't. Blood crimson eyes that seemed to glow stared at our group of men, and I found myself completely terrified. All of the men behind my brother and I screamed, yet as the Captain and Lieutenant, we stood silently horrified. "What a pitiful bunch of cowards. They seem so useless."

My fists clenched and I growled lowly. "Am I the only one here that finds it weird that we're supposed to be slaying these vampires and there are two here that we haven't?" I didn't know if anyone was about to answer me, but it didn't matter after someone let out a stressed yell.

"ALUCARD!" Walter, the butler came running into the room, looking almost ashamed. "I'm sorry, Sir. I tried to stop him." Integra seemed surprised to see the old man, but everyone's attention was directed back to the male that had walked through a wall of all things.

"They're to be the ones protecting my master. I came to see what sort of people they were." Pip was speechless to the point of sweating, and I was still gritting my teeth. So these two vampires worked for Hellsing? Had they vowed never to take human blood? If so, how did they survive? Blood bags possibly? Either way, I was glad that I didn't have to kill either of them. Seras just seemed way too innocent... Almost human still aside from her fangs and the inhuman strength. I would hate to have to drive a stake through her heart. However, the other vampire... Was he the one named Alucard? I supposed so. For some reason, the name sounded familiar. I would investigate later, but for some reason, it felt like killing this vampire would take more than a crucifix and a stake to the heart. "Though this woman is quite intriguing... Your blood smells strange. Almost as if it's not human. Are you a monster too?" The vampire's question startled me before it sunk in. He had a large smirk on his face. I glared at him. I was back to that defensive quality I had. The dog backed into the corner. I still wouldn't cower. It would take much more than just his presence to make me cower, though I have to admit he was close. If he got any closer to me, or stared at me anymore with those glowing orbs, my defenses would break.

"Wouldn't you like to know..." I snarled, and he laughed. What was this feeling? My stomach was flip-flopping around in my torso. My heart-rate was picking up exponentially. My breathing became shallow, and my pupils shrank though my eyes didn't widen. I was scared... Utterly terrified of this man in front of me. I felt vulnerable, and small. For once in my life – I realized – I felt completely human. It didn't matter what my bloodline was compared to this man in front of me, because he was the true monster. The monster that could get into your house no matter how you boarded up your windows or locked your doors. And I was in love with the feeling. The feeling of being human for once. Of being powerless compared to somebody else, and knowing that my bloodline meant nothing to this being because he was more powerful than me. Even if I was terrified of this vampire, I was admiring the other feeling his presence left. I almost wanted to thank him for that.

"No, you may smell different but you are most certainly human. Yet for a human it is strange you relish the feeling of being terrified..." Alucard had reduced his laugh to a mere chuckle, and I stood baffled. Could he read my mind? His smirk turned into a grin, and finally my eyes widened. He could read my mind. There wasn't any place safe from this man was there? No matter what anyone would do, there was no place to go. There was no escape. The vampire laughed again and I flinched, gritting my teeth and taking a step back. A look of pure terror must have been on my face because the nosferatu dropped his grin into a softer gaze that almost looked confused. "What's wrong woman? Has the dog lost her spirit? Do not turn into a cowering dog that welcomes death! Fight!" I let loose a wild scream.

I don't really remember what happened next. All I know is that when it was over, the sound of a gun shot was ringing in my ears, the Smith & Wesson 500 revolver was in my hand, and there was a hole in the head of the vampire in front of me. Pip stared at me as I lowered and holstered the weapon, and everyone else stared shocked at the corpse in front of the room. Well, everyone aside from Walter, Seras, and Integra. I never had the time to notice it though, because that same masculine voice was now reverberating around the room for the second time that day. I looked back at the corpse, and it twitched. Everyone stared, so silent one could hear a feather hit the ground. I don't think anyone was breathing, and I found that I myself was only taking shallow, struggling breaths. There was blood everywhere. It was crimson to everyone in the room but me. I saw black. The true color of his blood. It was black. You couldn't get any darker. It was like staring into a pit. I craved it; wanted to touch it; wanted to know it was real.

"You shot me. At first I thought out of fear, but then I realized that you did it because you had the killing intent coursing through your veins. And now you stare at my blood like it is Holy Water to a Christian." Alucard's head reformed slowly in front of our eyes. "It will take more than that to kill me woman. Though I must say, you remind me of someone. Are you sure you're human?" My eyes widened at his words and I reached for my gun again.

"SHUT UP!" If it wouldn't have been for Brother stepping in front of me, I would have shot him again.

"I have lived with her for as long as I can remember. Of course she's human. Never imply otherwise again." My brother's voice sounded strong, and his glare was steady, but I could see the sweat dripping down his face, and the slight tremble in his legs. Alucard tilted his head back and was about to retort, his mouth open and ready, a row of shark teeth glistening, but he was interrupted by Walter. The old butler cleared his throat, gaining everyone's attention. Even Alucard had stopped for this man, who was only human, and surely was not as strong. Was he truly a tamed vampire? For some reason, I had my doubts.

"Oh yes, Sir, I have something to tell you." Integra turned to look at her servant with an all business tone of voice that steadily asked "what". "We received this... Please look at the sending address." A look of surprise suddenly flashed across Sir Hellsing's features, and my eyes widened. Even when talking to me about my past, she had never seemed that surprised. "Indeed" was the butler's next words when he saw the look on her face. It slowly melted into a smile that just spelled out annoyance and dread.

"Division XII the Iscariot Organization. Enrico Maxwell?"

The tension in the room never subsided.

Kitten: Again, more edits to this chapter. Nothing major but some dialouge was changed to keep Alucard from being all knowing. Again, trying to keep the characters in character. I also removed the idea that Nikita would know about Hellsing right away. It didn't make sense with her reaction in the first chapter and I wanted to keep that the same. So for now she doesn't know about the organization.

Please let me know what you think about the changes or the story in general through a review. A new note that I am looking for a beta reader for this story so that anything cheesy that comes into my writing does not actually make it into the story. Please PM me if interested. Thanks.