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Chapter Two: Meet and Greet

Willow walked down the staircase to reach the basement level of the Council building. In the distance, she could hear the sounds of steel clashing. She was on her way to ask for some advice from Angel, and Spike. She stood in the open doorway to the Slayer Training room, watching with an amused smile as her two favorite vampires practice the art of swordplay for the benefit of the classroom of young slayers.

Upon the defeat of the Black Thorns in L.A. more than a year ago, (At the time, Willow had felt the disturbance in the earth when the demon horde had been summoned, so she had teleported Buffy and herself to L.A.; to help the Angel…and Gasp, found out that Spike was alive!) Spike, and Angel, along with Illyria, and a completely healed Gunn, had rebuilt Angel Investigations. The job had taken more then ten months, and once things had settled down, the two vampires had come to England to visit. They had wanted a break, and a change to mend some fences with the old gang. Gunn had stayed behind in L.A., and was holding the fort, with Illyria's help. It was now three months later, and the two vampires were helping to train the younger Slayers. In less then three weeks, Spike and Angel would return to the U.S. Willow would miss them when they left.

"Lo' Red! What are ya' doing down here?" the blond haired vampire called out to her as he moved across the room to join her by the wall. "We don't have a session right now, do we?"

"No, that's tomorrow…and thanks again for the training. It's been a big help." She replied. Surprisingly, she had taken to training like a duck to water. Apparently, having watched Buffy dust their enemies over the years had rubbed off on the young witch. Willow watched as Angel dismissed the class, before placing the swords away.

"Willow." The dark haired demon greeted her with a warm smile. He was always happy to see the red head; more so now since the incident in L.A. "What's up?"

The three of them stood to the side, allowing room for the young girls to exit the training room. "I'm not sure…maybe it's nothing." Willow replied, leaning back against the wall. "I had a meeting this morning with the guy from the Hellsing Organization. He was a little freaked out when he first saw me…he said it was because he had been expecting to see Xander, but that's not the whole truth. The color of his aura says he was lying…so right after that, he proceeded to change the time, and the place for our meeting. It's now at the Hellsing Manor, at five o'clock today. Sir Hellsing will be there."

"He changed the time…right there, and then? Why didn't the bloke just call ahead?" Spike questioned.

"Yeah, Dawn pretty much said the same thing." Willow told them. "…no, something else is going on."

"How can we help?" Angel asked her.

Willow leveled her gaze on the dark haired vampire. "What do you guys know about Hellsing? You were both in Europe at the time of the forming of the Hellsing Organization, right? I can't get much on the computer; some pictures, but not too clear. You might know something not in the books."

"Both Angelus, and William stayed out of Van Hellsing's way…" Angel began, and a shadow crossed his face at the thought of his past. He sat down on the bench along the wall, and waved to her to join him. "There had been rumors throughout London of Van Hellsing's capture of a powerful Master vampire…talks about experiments." Willow frowned at that. They all knew well human's failure to play god with the demons on the earth; look at what happened to the Initiative.

"Yeah luv'," Spike remarked as he lit up a smoke. "The whole of us, even Darla, stayed ahead of Van Hellsing. The whole vamp community was scared shitless of the old bugger. The slayer of that time had nothing on him."

Willow tilted her head in thought. "I've read the reports on the Vampire Alucard, and his most recent childe Seras Victoria. They are both employed by the Hellsing Organization; and it's rumored Sir Integra Hellsing controls him."

Angel frowned, and then he warned her. "Alucard's vampirism is not the same as ours Willow."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, for one, their eyes turn red when turned. They don't have a demon, but a beast, like a hellhound, or so I've been told." He explained. "Demonic vampires lost their souls, because the demon taking over forces them out. That's what happen to Spike and I. Alucard's kind still have a soul, but the blood lust corrupts them. They have certain abilities we lack, like changing their base form, and some others which I am not too sure about."

"Can they be trusted?"

"The Hellsing Organization has a rivalry with some demon fighting group from Rome," Angel informed her, " but overall, they are loyal, and honorable."

Willow trusted the vampire's opinions, and knew he would only tell her the truth. "The Council has an agreement with the Vatican. Rome stays out of the Council's business, and we offer help when we can. I'll give our contact in Rome a call tomorrow to inform them of an possible partnership of the Hellsing Organization and the Slayer Council. That should keep them off our backs for a time."

"That might work…but I don't like this Willow. I'd rather you stayed out of this business all together, but knowing you, you won't." Angel declared with a shake of his head. Sometimes the red head was too stubborn. "Spike and I will stay close tonight…call us if you need to."

"Thanks big guy." She said with a teasing grin. The two of them were such worrywarts. You think by now, they would know she could take care of herself. "I'll talk to you both later; let you know what's up."

"Ya' do that Red." Spike called to her back as she left the room. She raised her hand, and waved back, before disappearing up the stairs. The blond demon turned to his grandsire, and murmured, "That little witch attracts too much trouble. I'd say we head over there once the sun sets."

Angel rolled his eyes, having come to the same conclusion. "We'll keep our distance Spike. Hellsing troops shoot first, and ask questions later. We'll hide in the forest across the Manor. We'll be close enough if Willow needs us."

Spike's brow rose in mild surprise at the doubt expressed in the older vampire's face. "Oh, Red will need us." He predicted. "Heaven forbid if we let anything happen to the witch…Rupert would have us dust by morning."

"Alright then, let's go Blondie."

"Hey!"

Willow stepped out from behind the wheel of her vehicle. She shut the door behind her, and stared up at the imposing site before her. Wow, she gasped silently, and here she thought the Council building was huge. She ran up the front steps, and knocked at the front door. She had past security at the front gate, and the guard stationed there had told her she was expected.

"Miss. Rosenberg." Walter greeted her once he had opened the doors. He smiled. "It's a pleasure to see you again."

"Thank you Walter, and you too." The red head return with a quick grin. There was something deadly in the elderly man's movements. Most people would not have noticed, but Willow had spent years fighting the good fight, and could see a fellow warrior a mile away. It was charming how he kept his true nature hidden; with a smile, and a gleam in the eye. She would have to be careful around this one. "I'm not too early, am I?"

"No, not at all Miss." Walter assured her as he closed the front doors. He began to lead her up to the second floor, and then down the West wing of the Manor. "You are right on time. Perhaps there might be a chance for you to meet the others in the Organization once your meeting with Sir Hellsing is completed."

"Perhaps." Willow allowed, and then she remarked, "This place is beautiful Walter."

"The Manor has been in the Hellsing family for generations." He replied. He stepped to the side, and knocked at a set of double doors. "Please step through Miss. Rosenberg. Sir Integra is waiting for you."

Willow gave him her thanks, and walked into the room. Her smile of greeting fell as she stared across the room at the woman standing behind the desk.

Sir Integra Hellsing was not too tall, just a few inches taller then Willow, and maybe only a few years older. The other woman had clear blue colored eyes, and had long white blond hair falling down her back. Sir Integra wore a tailored suit, and a tie; with a silver cross pinned in its center. The red head's own green eyes widened with surprise. Though the two woman's coloring was different, and Willow's body was more slender, their facial bone structure was the same; almost mirror image of each other.

"Oh goddess!" Willow gasped softly, her gaze filled with dread. Her magical shields weakened in her distress; and some of her power began to leak through the cracks. Only one thought was paramount in her mind; guess there was something her parents forgot to tell her?

Deep below the two women, down in the bowls of the Hellsing Manor, a red clad figure sat alone in self-isolation. Off to the side, stood a table, where a full glass of blood sat, and beside that, laid his red colored hat, and eyeglasses. The fingers of his right hand tapped impatiently on the arm of his chair.

He hated to wait…really… fucking hated to wait. His Master had not sent him on a mission in days. For once, the freaks were in hiding, and nothing else of interest had happened. He was growing intensely aggravated with the delays. Not even the dumbstruck antics of his childe were keeping him amused. He could only take so much. He wondered about the outcome of the meeting Walter had with the Slayer Council; would Integra actually commit to a partnership? Would she allow another to share control?

He chuckled to himself, the sounds dark and deep. Slayers…there was not just one of them on the planet anymore. If rumor had it, a powerful witch had made it possible for all slayer potentials to become full slayers; a female hunter, with all the strengths, and the abilities that came with the position. The very idea was intriguing…He wondered if he would have the opportunity to work with any of them.

He leaned back in his chair, and reached out for the glass on the table. He eased the edge to his lips, slowly drinking every drop. He loved to savor the taste of blood, and the liquid's texture. Humans could never understand the power of life, this which flowed in their veins; the strength, and the potency for good or evil within the blood, which enabled them to live. It was pathetic, really. Humans were weak, but…his thoughts came to a sudden stop as the hair on the back of his neck stood on end.

The vampire jumped out of his seat, his hand crushing the empty glass in his fist. He took a deep breath, letting the intensity of powerful magic fill his lungs. The spicy, sweet smelling power only wetted his appetite for more.

He began to laugh in utter glee…now, this was something worth his time, Alucard thought with an insane grin on his face. He walked into the shadows, the sound of his dark laughter echoing throughout his chamber. There was a spring in his step, and joy in his undead heart. The Hellsing Vampire was now on the hunt…and the prey, surprisingly, was already inside the Hellsing Manor…well, at least he would not have to go far for the witch.