"The Vatican… Those bastards! How dare they try something as cowardly as this! Walter, I want a meeting set up with the Iscariot Organization! They will pay for this, and you!" She said, pointing her finger at Sparkz "I want your help with something."

He smiled. "Sure, I'll be happy to help. Just so long as I get paid, of course."

She smiled back. "Of course. We will pay you a base sum that all Hellsing operatives get, as well as a 50 dollar (AUS) bonus for every ghoul you kill. There will also be a 250 dollar bonus for every vampire you slay, artificial or otherwise."

"…You have engaged my services. I'm guessing I'm not the only person that gets paid like this?"

"Only unit Captains. I hope you have some skill, because you're going to need it working with us."

"Don't worry, I've got plenty. So…What's this little plan of yours?" Sparkz asked. She simply smiled, before putting a cigar in her mouth.

Two days later, same undisclosed Location

Sparkz walked into the dark and dusty room, with a small bag in hand. The same spectacled man was waiting for him at one end of a table, smiling. "Wait, you don't live here do you?" He asked jokingly.

The spectacled man laughed in response. "No, thankfully not. I take it you have eliminated Miss Hellsing?"

"Yep, just her though, I didn't feel like killing the others. Sorry if I disappointed you."

"No, it's fine. I'm assuming you have proof of your deed?"

"Of course." He said reassuringly, throwing a pair of broken glasses down on the table. "These proof enough, or should I go back and bring you one of her cigars as well?"

The man smiled. "Here's your money, however… I'm afraid that we can't let you leave." Just after he finished the sentence, the door nearby shut, and the spectacled man pulled out a snub nosed revolver. "You didn't really think that you'd get away with it that easily, did you? We know that she's not dead, now I suggest that you either go back and actually do the job, or we find a replacement. I'm pretty sure you know what'll happen to you if that happens."

Sparkz chuckled. "Ah well, it was worth a try. Guess I'll just have to kill you the hard way." With that, he swiftly shifted into an accurate shooting stance, whipped out his silenced pistol dispatched everyone in the room with headshots. He then calmly walked over to the briefcase, before feeling a twinge in his chest. He looked down, to find a bullet lodged in him.

The Australian stumbled back, looking at the wound. After about half a minute of trying to bandage the wound with the spectacled man's jacket, he noticed that the wound was starting to heal. The bullet was slowly being pushed out of the healing wound until it finally popped out and onto the ground. "What the bloody hell?" He asked himself, dazed at what he just saw. He quickly ran over to the briefcase, picked it up and ran out the door.

Hellsing Manor

Sparkz walked into the manor, briefcase in hand, still wondering what had happened to him. Meanwhile in Integra's office, she and Walter were looking over his military file. "So, this is him?" She asked.

"Yes." Walter replied. "He was recruited into the Australian SAS and served for several years, before eventually being selected for the 1st Commando Regiment. He was discharged later and then became a merc. His history after that is unclear. He is an able soldier and if given the proper chance could very well be one of the best operatives the organization has had."

"Australian SAS, why didn't we think of going to them instead of hiring this rubbish excuse for a fighting force?"

"Because Sir Integra, you said that Australians are lazy and do not officially qualify for our requirements."

"Oh, I see. Wait, did I really say that?"

"I'm afraid you did Sir Integra. Not to worry, your secret's safe with me." He said with a smile.

"Thank you Walter, I know I can always trust you." Just then, Sparkz walked through the door, before putting the briefcase down on the table. "Ah, I'm safe to assume that it was a success?"

"Yep, all done and dusted. Here's a little donation to the organization." He replied, pointing at the case. "Just one thing…" Integra looked back at him from the case and raised an eyebrow. "That night, when I tried to kill you, I want to know who bit me on the neck." The merc pointed towards the bite marks on his neck. "At first I just assumed that it was just your pet vampire Anklebiter (Alucard), but now I'm not so sure."

Integra sighed. "Before I answer, I need to ask you something. Are you a virgin?"

"What kind of a question is that?"

"Just answer it will you?"

"…Yes, I am."

"I see. You were bitten by Seras, the police girl."

"And?"

"…She is a vampire."

Sparkz stepped back, realizing what had happened to him. "But, but that means I'm a…"

"Yes, you are a vampire. However, since Seras was a vampire slave, you did not become a fully-fledged vampire. Walter did some tests on you while you were unconscious, I'll leave that for him to discuss with you." She said before standing up before leaving.

"It's good to see you haven't overreacted about becoming a vampire." Walter said enthusiastically.

"Well I was told something like this might happen." Sparkz replied with a nervous smile. "Now, about these tests…"

"Ah yes, I did some tests to see how much of a vampire you have become. I'll run you down on the details. You do not have most of the supernatural powers that vampires do, but your skills from the military should make up for that. You do have some abilities, like regeneration and lack of aging. Because of your lack of supernatural abilities, you will also not need to drink blood to power those abilities. One more thing, just because you're now a vampire, that doesn't mean that you're un-killable. I would still recommend staying out of gunfire as much as possible, but should you be injured just stay out of combat for a few minutes, and you'll be ready to fight again."

The Australian let out a whistle. "Jeez mate, just how many tests did you run?"

"I'd rather not say, but that's not important. You'll be tested for combat tomorrow, and if you do well I'll give you an extra something to help with your work."

"Let me guess, it's a gun?"

"Amongst other things, yes. Just report to the firing range tomorrow morning, and you'll find out. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to deal with your little 'donation'. Good night Captain, I hope you become a valuable asset to the organization." With that, Sparkz left the room smiling just as Walter opened the case. "Great Scot, just how much money is in here?"