KitsuneSam: So this chapter saw… some editing. A lot of added description, rather than just pieces of dialogue. Daniel got some more of a personality. Alucard's "humor" became more of a flat sarcasm than anything else. Of course, this is only relevant if you're rereading this… If it's your first time reading the fic, know that my story is much better this time around.

Disclaimer: Don't own Hellsing… It'd be nice if I did…

Eighteen year old Daniel Jonathan Hellsing sat, brooding over two portraits. One was of his mother. Even though he'd never seen her in real life, he knew he looked nothing like her, because everyone who'd ever known Sir Integra took such a joy in informing him about it. He did look like his Grandfather though, when the man had been in his younger years, who stared out at him from the second portrait. Daniel's eyes ran grimly to an empty spot on the wall, where he knew he would be one day, most likely the identical image of Grandfather Hellsing. If nothing else, it was a comfort to him that their eyes were all the same.

"Walter," he said suddenly. "Please bring me the journal." It was meant to have been there already, but he hadn't told Walter, so of course the boy he'd asked had forgotten to have it done.

"Of course, Sir Daniel," the old man said, quickly moving to retrieve Integra's "note" to Daniel. Said note was practically a novel, and Walter handed him the leather bound book.

"Thank you Walter," he said off-hand. He accepted the book, running bare fingers (he did not take to gloves as well as everyone around him seemed to) over the cover. He turned to the page that started all information Integra knew about Alucard. His past, what happened to him while she was alive. Everything she knew about what would happen to him, if his powers were given enough time to progress. It was all information she'd discovered on her own, or things that she had found out through her father's notes. Daniel always seemed surprised at how she often referenced to Stoker for any other vampire, but told him to disregard anything the man wrote when considering the Dracula in their basement. "I have to wake him up," he told Walter gravely. "We can't risk anymore men with that vampiress. All of Hellsing's forces will be depleted before she is defeated. She's growing too dangerous."

Walter nodded to the young Hellsing. The organization hadn't had a death toll this high since Miss Victoria had disappeared. Luckily, over the years, the force had regained it's original numbers. But at the rate their current target was taking down men they would be back down to the small number of Wild Geese.

"Do you want me to accompany you Sir?" he asked. Integra had met Alucard alone, but there was no danger to Daniel, and Walter didn't know how a just-awakened Alucard would react to that.

"Would you mind terribly if I said yes, Walter? I mean… I want to meet him alone, but I would rather have you just outside. In case."

Walter nodded. The boy was nervous. Rightfully so. "Of course Sir. I'll fetch the blood bags, and meet you downstairs."

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It was her prey tonight that reminded her of him.

Seras Victoria ripped his throat open with ease, drinking what she needed of his blood. The man had worn a blood red coat, and its sight teased her without mercy. She laughed, deeply, watching the red liquid she had finally accepted as her food source pour from his veins. It was such an interesting thing to watch.

Anyone who would have known her before wouldn't be able to tell what happened. She'd taken to wearing dark clothes, and fingerless gloves decked her hands. Through the entire time, one thought remained in her mind.

'Master.'

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Daniel gasped as he placed his hand on the doorknob. The images he was presented with surprised him, and he found them slightly disturbing, but they matched his mother's description perfectly. The man writing under doctors' hands, and then the same one fighting to protect himself, though not to protect his life. Then the man shoving his hands through humans while a small girl- his mother, perhaps- pushed herself against the wall. He forcefully turned the knob, and stared down at the corpse.

He put his hand out towards Walter, who handed him a small dagger and a bag of blood. He made his way down the flight of steps, and Walter waited patiently at the top. Daniel stood over the body within moments, and then cut himself with the blade, allowing some of his blood to fall onto the floor. Sure enough, seconds later, Alucard was licking any and all blood that he could off of the ground.

"More," he rasped, and Daniel offered him the blood pack. Alucard finally looked up at him, and Daniel was startled that his eyes were so red. Most vampires Hellsing had to deal with in this age were freaks, not true vampires. Despite his mother's warning, well… he hadn't quite believed it. "No." Daniel blinked—if Alucard didn't want more blood, then what did he want? "More of your blood. I could turn you into one of my kind while I'm at it."

"Sorry," Daniel said, lifting a gun out of his pocket to point it at Alucard's head. He knew what he would have to do, if this turned out wrong, and he knew it still wouldn't do anything. "I'm not giving up at any cost. I'm a Hellsing. The blood of Abraham runs through my veins. It is my pride to continue my duty, even when all hope seems lost, just as my mother, and grandfather did before me."

Alucard chuckled, and ripped the arm clasps of the body suit that held his limbs together apart. He reached out one pale hand to grab the bag, and drained it into his mouth as soon as he had ripped it open with his fangs. "Your orders, Master?"

"Eat," Daniel said firmly. "Then meet me for a briefing in my office. Walter is waiting for us with more blood." Then the young Hellsing rose, and led Alucard to the stairs, as if the vampire needed the direction.

Alucard nodded and grinned at Walter when he spotted the man at the top of the stairs. He held several packs of blood in his hands, which was something Alucard had always liked to see. "So, you're still alive then, Angel?" It was the last thing Daniel heard before he left the two for his office.

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Alucard returned to Daniel in the red coat his mother had described him wearing so often. The only differences were that he wore no hat or glasses, and his hair reached his waist, rather than just above his shoulders. Daniel raised an eyebrow at the color—black—because he had been so sure of a silver color in the basement. He watched in silence as the vampire moved past Walter, but not before giving the old man something akin to a soft grin.

"What's your name?" Daniel asked him, wondering if he'd get a different answer than that which he already knew.

Alucard glanced at him, looking rather put-off. "The Tooth Fairy," was the emotionless response he received.

"Really?" Daniel fought back a smile. He could not learn to like this vampire—he who had harassed his mother until the very end. He who brought death to others, the vampire who defeated vampires.

The man—the monster—sighed, turned away from him. Alucard sat in the chair opposite Daniel's desk, raising his feet to cross them and place his boots on Integra's book. "No. It is not my name."

"What is it then?"

Alucard's gaze was on him once more, a sharp twist of his head. 'You know it already Master. I can hear talking to yourself in your head, you think very loudly Sir Daniel Jonathan Hellsing.'

"How did you—," he started, but Alucard cut him off.

'I told you already, young Master. You have a very loud way of thinking. You know very well that my name is Alucard. I could go poking around your brain for my orders myself, but I thought it would be kind to give you a good first impression, even though you'll be changing your mind once you've dealt with me for more than one occasion. Indeed, I'm sure I will hear your orders if I sit still long enough for you to just ponder it for a moment.'

"Right then," the boy said, taking note that this couldn't be a good start. "There's a vampiress that's been making ghouls. At least 2 a week, and never has more than five accompany her at once. She's been leaving us to clean up after the destructive beasts.

"Why not send Walter, or the Geese for that matter?"

"I am not as young as I used to be Alucard—" Walter started. The vampire glanced back at the retainer, raising one eyebrow in a graceful arch. The look on his face clearly stated that Alucard was aware of this fact. "—and every time I arrive out on the field, she's already gone. Same thing goes for when Pip decides to give it a whack. The ghouls are no problem for us, but they wouldn't be a problem at all if we could just get our hands on her."

"I understand. Any word from Police Girl?"

"Police Girl," Daniel said inquisitively.

"I'm sorry Alucard," Walter said, ignoring Daniel for the moment. "We've heard nothing from her since before you were locked away."

He grinned at them, and Daniel knew this time that the feral look was something he should get used to. "Good."

-

The next night, Daniel decided to accompany Alucard to his first mission in 18 years. "Your orders are to search and capture."

"Not to destroy Master?"

"No. She may be useful. The information is valuable to us, and we will not miss the opportunity to gain anything that we can. She's a true vampire, not a FREAK. She's been eating bullets without damage. Perhaps you will have better luck." He strained for a moment, then motioned for some of the men to move forwards. Three did, carrying two cases between them. Daniel pushed at the locks on the cases, and then flipped them open. They held the Casull and Jackal. "We will have to update these two, to give them some newer technology. Until then—"

"There will be no need Danny-boy," Alucard said, his facing lighting up. Like a child at Christmas, Daniel thought with a grimace. "I need no more technology than these two guns and blessed bullets." Alucard reached into the cases, slipping the bullet clips into his pocket.

He stood, stepping out of the Hellsing truck that normally contained a dozen soldiers. Tonight, it held only the young leader of Hellsing organization, a vampire, and a retired man. All hopes rested that the van would return with four instead of three.

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KitsuneSam: Yay, another finished edit!