So in the first chapter the main character wasn't supposed to come off as weird... Not entirely exactly. For the rest of... Everything he is supposed to be seen as weird. Just so you know. Here we go!

He followed the trail of death and blood, though it was pretty easy to do considering there was a lot of it. Whoever these idiot Vampires were, they were not careful and it was going to cost them. He arrived at a house with the door broken down and blood everywhere. The T.V. was still on and playing some children's cartoon. He looked at the bodies briefly and then took in the smells. There was a smaller smell about and he slowly realized what it was.

"Those fuckers had sex after they killed these people!? Damn... How come I'm not that lucky?" He looked around for a few more seconds before deciding to move on. The trail was easy to follow considering the musk of blood was everywhere. All he had to do was let his Vampiric senses guide him to the killers.

He had 'borrowed' a car from a man a day ago. He didn't mind running but knew that in order to keep up with these types of people he was going to need some type of transportation. He was not a picky man and just took the older styled truck. The grey pickup had small amounts of rust appearing on the front bumper. Either the owner was bad at taking care of the vehicle or it was very old.

Either way he was going to try to get his miles out of it. He kept the window rolled down and followed the scent of the blood. He saw bright lights in the distance that he recognized as police sirens. They were chasing after a motorcycle of sorts with two riders. Then he saw the flashes from a gun barrel that caused two cars to collide and fly off the road.

"So they're armed. Maybe this will be interesting for me then. Been a good while since a nice scrap." He slammed down on the gas pedal and listened to the roar of the motor. He pulled the cloth up over his lower face, no longer needing full access to his nose. All he needed to do was keep them in his sights. Not a difficult task to be honest. Being a Vampire meant having great eye sight.

As he closed in he saw something in the distance. A man in red. The same tall man from a few weeks ago. He wasn't close but could certainly feel the dread from the man. He started to shake but then ignored his fear. Tall man or not he was going to kill these two fools. He saw the tall man become an almost cloud and form a mirage of sorts around the bike.

Now he was curious as to what would happen. He slowed down slightly and watched as the tall man crept around them in a taunting manner. Then one of the Vampires shot the tall man. After a second the tall man rose and shot the boy with the gun. He smiled as he watched the boy turn to dust.

He then slammed on the gas as he saw the second one, a women with blue hair running away.

"No you don't, Miss Daisy." When he closed in he pulled up next to her and opened the door. She turned to him confused.

"Surprise!" He jumped out and tackled her off the road, rolling as they went. When they stopped rolling he pinned her down and reached to the right side of his belt. When he felt the cross he pulled it out and raised it high above his head.

"Peace, bitch!" He slammed the cross down into her chest and watched as she turned to ash, floating away into the air. He stood and put the cross back. He looked around and then scratched his head.

"Where's my tru-" There was a loud crash that caused him to flinch and not move. He let out a sigh and slowly turned to see his truck down the road, compressed against a tree.

"Glad I don't pay the insurance bill on that thing." He started to walk away when he felt the presence of the tall man behind him. He jumped back and drew both his revolvers. When he saw the tall man he wasn't appreciative of the fact that he couldn't see the man's eyes through the tinted glasses.

"Hey there... Buddy? I'm going to be going now. Bye!" He put the guns away and started to walk away when the tall man warped in front of him and gave a dark smirk to him.

"And why would I let you go?" Even the man's voice had a dangerous edge to it that scared him. He was not scared of many things. But tall men with shades in red was certainly one of them.

"Because I killed that blue lady?" The tall man stepped closer and reached into his coat pocket.

"I don't think so." He gritted his teeth and looked around.

"No way out of this, eh?" Tall man shook his head and all he could do was sigh and draw his revolvers, giving them a twirl as he did.

"Then I'll be sure to give you hell, mate." Tall man grinned and pulled out a large white pistol.

"Mine's bigger." He chuckled.

"At least I don't have to compensate for something." Tall man lost his smirk and gave a scowl. When he fired all he did was turned part of his body into a fog to make the bullet fly through him. It still burned but he would live.

"Not going to kill me that easily, old timer." While he didn't know much about Tall man he did know that he was old. Very old, and dangerous. He started to fire into the tall man who didn't do anything to avoid the bullets and was torn to shreds.

He then watched as Tall man pulled himself back together with a sinister laugh and aimed his gun.

"You're just a waste of space."

"Come on, mate, that's just rude." When tall man fired he jumped to the side and did his best to avoid the bullets of death. His internal system of sorts telling him he was in major danger. To him it was almost like a sixth sense, or a third eye of sorts. Whenever he was in danger it would scream out and he would react. Normally it was brief and then left. But now it was screaming out to him that he was in danger.

When the Tall man emptied his clip he smiled. But he still heard danger. Then he saw it. The orange in the distance. He jumped to the side but felt searing pain to his side.

"Mother fucking shit in the bread basket!" He was on his back as the holy bullet did it's work in the area where he had been struck. While the injury was quiet mild the holy bullet had really started to cause problems. He saw the Tall man stand over him and lower the barrel of his pistol to his face.

"Any last words?" He licked his lips and nodded.

"What time is it?" The tall man was surprised and looked at the sky briefly.

"Just after midnight. Why?" He smiled and pushed the gun away while turning to fog and moving away.

"Because it ain't time for me to die just yet. Peace, Old Timer!" He started to run when he felt danger and stopped, jumping back. A bullet whizzed in front of him and barely grazed his nose. He looked left and saw the orange blur. He let it know his mind by giving it the bird.

"Can you not!?" He started to move again when multiple lights were turned on and he was momentarily blinded.

"Vampires are nocturnal you asshole!" There was no response for a few seconds until a commanding women's voice shot out.

"Desist your actions or be fired upon! If you surrender then we will not kill you!" He looked around and could barely make out some men with large guns aimed at him. He clenched his fists and growled.

"How do I know I can trust you? No offense, but trusting people with guns aimed at you never is the smartest thing to do... Usually."

"You have my word, and may God judge me if you do not survive tonight." He thought about it before throwing his revolvers on the ground. He put his hands up and got to his knees.

"Alright, ya got me, Skippy." Some men came forward and pulled his hands behind his back. They put a strange clamp on his wrists that dug into his skin. It slightly burned but he ignored it. A women in a suit, whom he barely recognized stepped forward, cigar in hand. She stopped in front of him as he was lifted up. He stood a small amount taller then her, but not much, if at all.

"Who are you?" He decided honesty was probably the best bet to keeping his head.

"Cain." She nodded and looked behind him before looking into his eyes.

"What were you doing tonight, Cain?" He motioned to his guns and smiled.

"Killing Vampires. Same as you and your people I assume seeing as Tall Dark and Creepy stuck it to that one asshole." There was a dark laugh behind him before he felt a gun barrel pressed to his head.

"Master, permission to kill the insect?" Cain looked to the women with a gaze that warned her to keep her promise. She sighed and shook her heard.

"No, Alucard. I have something much better planned for him." Cain smiled and leaned forward.

"Is it a present? My birthday isn't for a while, you shouldn't have miss..."

"Integra. Though you will call me Sir Integra." Cain leaned back and looked to one of the guards before whispering loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Does she want to be a dude or somethin'? I have never met a women who wants to be called Sir." The guard repressed a laugh and just coughed. He felt hands around his chin that turned him to Integra.

"Got a wise-ass I see. I'll soon fix that." Cain gave a cheeky grin to her.

"You're welcome to try, Mr. Ma'am." That earned him a swift kick in between the legs. He was barely able to let out a whimper as he was dragged to an armored car. They threw him in rather forcefully though he was more focused on the fact that he may have lost the ability to reproduce.

"She's mean, mate." He looked around and saw two guards. Then a girl, the same one he saw a few weeks ago step in. She had a blue uniform and a short skirt on. Her orange hair was the same as he remembered but her red eyes struck him the most. They still held a small amount of innocence to them. She had been recently turned and wasn't feeding from what he could gather. She didn't want to accept what she was.

He could smell her weakness and knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to break out and escape. But, the Integra women had kept her promise so he would keep his. She never took her eyes off him and eventually leaned forward.

"I saw you that night all those weeks ago. At Cheddar, I think?" Cain shrugged to her and chuckled.

"I just go where the blood leads me. Maybe I was there, maybe I wasn't." She didn't seem to understand him and just leaned back, folding her arms against her chest and studying him. He wasn't the most impressive thing she had seen and was actually quiet dirty.

His hair was a dead pale white, that was spiked to the side and had splotches of dirt and mud in it. His eyes were definitely that of a Vampire's, but they were not blood red. More like a dark wine red. His skin was pale though that did not surprise her in the slightest. His apparel was quiet interesting.

He had a brown cloak around his upper body that went down to his mid chest in the front and his lower back from behind. The cloak also covered his shoulders and went down his arms slightly. On his right arm it went down to just above his elbow, while on his left arm it went down further, just above his wrist. It also looked like it could be pulled up to make a hood to cover his head. She had seen the front around his neck pulled up and used to cover the lower half of his face up to under his eyes.

He had a black t-shirt on underneath the cloak and had an assortment of necklaces around his neck. Some were black with stones while others were grey and with crystals of sorts. His pants were a dark brown with an old frayed belt holding them up. He had a sabre sitting on his left waist while he had a cross on the right side of his waist. The cross was connected to a small chain that was tied around his belt.

She had seen his hands and how they had multiple burn marks on them, probably from using the cross to kill the girl Vampire. Around his right wrist he had a brown cloth tied that went up his arm to just below his elbow. She noticed just how worn the pants were with lighter parts where the fabric had been strained from over use.

His boots were covered in mud and blood, making it hard to tell what the original color was at one point. She noticed he had strange scars along his arms that were almost like bullet wounds though she wasn't sure what kind. All around he seemed very older styled to her.

"What's you name, Snips?" She looked at him confused by the nickname.

"Where'd you get Snips from?"

"You shot me with a sniper. You sniped me. Snips." She thought about it and eventually realized it was better then Police-Girl.

"Seras. Seras is my name." She didn't know if he cared for last names so she decided to keep that part out for now.

"Cain. The one and only crazy Vampire from the Wild West... That I know of I suppose. Was fun times in the wild west. Could do whatever you please and nobody gave a damn." Seras though about what he had said and she realized just how old he was.

"Explains why your guns are so old fashioned." He let out a, "Pssh." Then he shook his head.

"You people have things way to easy. Besides, the kick I can get from my revolvers could stop a truck." Seras grinned at him and motioned to her rifle which had been returned to its case.

"With this weapons I can stop a semi." Cain shrugged and motioned to the revolvers one of the guards had.

"Can I see those?" The guard shook his head and almost fell over when Cain pulled his hands out from behind his back, uncuffed.

"Pretty please?" The guard froze and looked to Seras who just shrugged.

"S-Sure." He handed the old weapons over the Cain who opened up the cylinders and handed one to Seras.

"These are much lighter and faster then your anti-anything gun, Snips." She groaned and shot him a dark look.

"I thought you wanted to know my name so you could call me that?" He shrugged.

"If I feel like it... Seras." She looked at the gun and could sense just how old it was. She could almost feel how many people it had killed, or rather been used to kill.

You claim that your big gun is all that and a can of beans, well let me tell you that this is all that and a can of beans and some rice. Because rice is tasty." Seras couldn't help but face palm at Cain's choice of words. All the western Vampire did was shrug and give a large grin to her.

"You'll find soon enough, that the best way to keep your sanity after having lived so long is to do something that others see as weird. For me it's my actions and my words. You're not quiet there yet. I can smell how fresh you are. One day you'll see what I mean." The truck rolled to a stop and before Sears could question him he had taken his gun and hopped out the back. Integra did not look amused with the fact that he had gotten free.

"Now how did you manage to get out of those restraints?" Cain looked back to the truck before waving his hands around randomly.

"Magic, and I can't tell you because the first rule of magic is to never tell." He looked around briefly before resting his gaze back on Integra.

"Now why am I here?" Integra motioned him to follow, which he did but in a relaxed carefree manner. After leading him through the large manor they came to an office where Integra motioned him to sit.

"I could see from the way you handled that Vampire you have some type of training. My organization could use someone with your skill." Cain held his hand out to stop her talking.

"Hold on, you want me to basically become your slave and work for you and kill Vampires and other supernatural threats practically against my will? Is that it, more or less?" Integra thought about it then nodded to him. Cain leaned back in the chair with a serious face before it brightened up and he gave her a thumbs up.

"Sign me up! Just none of those gloves that control me please. Also, no kids. I hate children." Integra didn't know why he would mention children but decided against it.

"Welcome to Hellsing, Mr. Cain." Cain stood and walked to the door.

"See ya later, boss!" He opened and slammed the door behind him as he left. He walked for a few feet before picking up a familiar scent.

"This should be good." He turned the corner to see Seras talking to someone, who he guessed was her boss. Once the man left he walked over to her casually and leaned against the wall. She saw him and cocked an eyebrow at him.

"So, why are you still here? I would have thought you would have left by now." Cain pretended to wipe something off his shoulder in a taunting manner before grinning and leaning forward.

"Maybe, but why would I leave my new job? Guess who gets to work with you, Snips!?" Seras paled even more then she already was and groaned while burying her face in her hands.

"Christ."

"Is our Lord and Savior. Damn this is going to be fun!"

And that's how I met Cain. Lol. Here we go. Much more of Cain being the smartass I planned on which is a good thing in my opinion. I also got the computer at my dad's house and should be able to check on some stuff during the weekends, but not always. But, this could be the start of me being able to type more and get more stuff done! Whoop!

Anyways, keep calm and may the Aura be with you all! Also, watch out for Vampires, especially one from the wild west who gets in fights with priests. That one's an ass and a hand full. Haha!