Disclaimer: Only the crappy ideas are mine (including the OC), the cool ones are from Kouta Hirano's, Studio Gonzo's and Bram Stoker's.

Author's notes: Well, this is a little OOC (as most of the fics out there). Oh, Carfax is the name of the district where Dracula bought the Abbey (also in that zone, was the Lunatic Asylum where Jack/John (depends the book/movies) Seward worked).

Hellsing: Duty Chapter 2


The night had deepened in England, and a full moon shone in the crimson-painted sky, above the noisy cities and the peaceful countryside alike

But this night, the countryside wasn't so quiet anymore...

Screams and cries masked the usual silence of the nature. The fragance of the trees and fresh grass was surpased with the pestilence of Death...

Gruesome deaths...

A tall man with long black hair and red eyes, dressed in a 19-century clothes, walked among the fallen bodies of men, women and children, his red coat swirling in the cold blaze.

Many of the body parts had fallen away. The blooming flowers were hid beneath legs, hands and arms. On the trees' branches, eyeless heads hung as trophies.

A small body of a child started to move. Without a heartbeat, she rose.

The man extracted a gun from his coat and without hesitation shot the little girl, who was beginning to make unnatural growls.

The shot was heard, and a unit of those 'Freak' undead came to check it out. The man smirked, his smile showing fangs. His features seemed at once relaxed and tense.

"Goodbye, trash. You have sunk so low that you're not worth one of my speeches", he said, aiming at the ones who ventured to meet him. Five shots directly to the Freaks' heart was more than enough to take care of them. But the vampire who hunted vampires wasn't here for such low-class undead. Not this time; this time his business was personal.

"UDAR!" he cried out. "I'm here! Show yourself, you bloody idiot! Will you come and face me? Or I should search for where you've hidden your coward self?!"

The screaming ceased, and eerie silence replaced the noise. The vampire stood there, waiting for his answer, his eyes flashing with an insane look.

A man materialized in front of him. This one had dark hair as well, but his was shorter and curly. His eyes were pitch black instead of red, and he was dressed in Regency fashion: a dark grey shawl collar waistcoat and a pair of broad fall trouser of the same colour. He also wore a violet double breasted frock coat. He had long nails that seemed made of smoke glass and a scar with the shape of a inverse five point star in his right cheek.

"You're late, 'Alucard'", he remarked, his lips twisting in an insane smile, "No surprise there; you never were one to be pinned down by a schedule."

Alucard's eyes narrowed behind his glasses. His gaze was full of hatred, but also excitement. He knew (though he would not likely admit to it), that their fight will be hard and glorious, as the ones of the past had been. The moment passed quickly, and he shrugged off Udar's comment.

"It's better to be late than a miserable traitor", he shot back. The smirk that twisted his lips grew deeper, "Tsk, tsk...I may not have a sense of time, but you... you don't have a sense of honor. So don't lecture me, kid."

Udar shook his head, staring right in to his rival's eyes. "My, still angry with me?" Udar asked, in a mock hurt.

"What do you think?" he smirked, showing his fangs. "Forgive me. Since you have no brain, you can't think. Unusual that I make such terrible mistake. And honor's not the only thing you're lacking-let's not forget fighting skills" he teased him, counting on his fingers his 'flaws.'

Udar raised an eyebrow."My fighting skills? My dear Alucard, if you don't remember quite well, I was winning our last battle, he replied with a smug smile.

Alucard shook his head. "I must have hit you so hard that you lost your memory. I was the one winning. His voice turned deep and menacing.

Udar grabbed one of his swords and decapitated one of the fallen humans at his feet, then licked some blood that stuck to it, cutting his tongue with the sharp object, savoring the taste of his own blood mixed with that of those pitiful mortals.

"There's only one way to find that out, 'Alucard'", he said, the smirk never leaving his face.

Alucard mirrowed his smirk and pulled out of his coat his Jackal. "Yes, let's settle this once and for all. An anxious and insane look graced his features. "Besides, kid, he added in a disgusted tone, "Someone must teach you how to eat properly. One of the rules: don't play with your food."

Udar shook his head solemnly, ignoring the taunt. "Guns, Alucard? My, you have become a loyal pet for mortals. What happened to the proud vampire I knew? Even as a human, you were more than this..." He sent him a disappointed look. "You have became a shadow of your true self. I will put you out of your misery, oh dear br-"

Before he could finish his speech, Alucard shot him in the mouth.

"You'll never change, Udar. You always talked too much for your own good, Alucard mocked, with a pleased grin on his face.

Udar's bloodied face regenerated and shot Alucard a murderous look.

"Shut up! As if you're one to talk!" He finished with a charge toward Alucard, both of his sabers shining in the moonlight.

Alucard's eyes emitted a evil glint. "Ah, at last I was beginning to think you had lost all your guts, along with your sense of loyalty. His voice trailed off in a manical laugher.

Both vampires charged toward one another, and a pair of insane laughs was heard in the usually peaceful countryside.


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"WHERE THE HELL IS HE??!!"

Sir Integra Wingates Hellsing's cry was heard throughout the manor. She wasn't pleased at all with Alucard's sudden disappearance. Though she wasn't like to admit it, she had grown worried. Not for him, of course, who need the blasted vampire, anyways? Rather, for her institution. The damned vampire had stormed out of the room, and didn't even come back after she ordered him back. And what of this Udar fellow? What was his connection with Alucard? Should she be worried about the future of England? This last month had been unkind to the Hellsing leader. She was growing tired of Alucard's taunts and defiance.

Walter stood there silently, his usual his calm demeanor bringing everyone a sense of security. Lord Joseph Raoul Holmwood and agent Seras Victoria were there as well, engaged in a meangless discussion about where Alucard's loyalty really lied.

Apparently Lord Holmwood, as a good Holmwood heir, mistrusted the master vampire completely. He had made some insulting comment about him, so harsh that the young vampire girl felt compelled to speak out to defend her master 'good' name.

"Master only did what he thought it was the best for protecting Lady Integra!" affirmed the stubborn Victoria, bearing her fangs to Lord Holmwood.

Joseph sent her a smug smile and dismissed her with his hand. "The snake can shed his skin, but he's still a snake, he replied.

Victoria was growling now. "You have no right to say that! You don't even know him!"

Homlwood shook his head solemnly. "I should have known better. All of you bloodsuckers protect each others' backs. He added in a softer tone, "But it's not your fault, Miss Victoria. You were once innocent; it was that monster's fault. He should have been destroyed long ago."

The usually sweet Victoria was about to lose her self-control at the mere mention of having her master destroyed. Lucky for both of them, Integra had grown tired of their childish bickering as well.

"Silence, both of you!" she cried, pounding her desk with her fists."I have enough problems without listening to your moronic discussion!" Integra shot them one of her infamous icy glares that make Seras looked at the floor in shame, and silenced Lord Holmwood for a while. "I'm aware of Alucard's disobedient behavior, Lord Holmwood. She paused and looked him in the eyes. "But I must remind you that you're a guest here. This issue will be solved by Hellsing Institution. Do I make myself clear?"

Holmwood's face stayed deadly serious. "Of course, Sir Hellsing, forgive my impudence, he replied, bowing a little. "But I may remind you that I'm not a mere guest, but also your fiancé, and I have the right to-"

Integra interrupted him. "I know my place, Lord Holmwood", she said, as crossing her arms. "And very well, thank you. You should learn yours."

Seras' lips formed a little smile, but it faded when Integra spoke to her.

"And you, Agent Victoria, will not treat Lord Holmwood in such manner again. Understood?"

She gulped nervously and nodded her head.

"I can't hear you, Agent Victoria. Just a moment ago, you were willing to lash out at Lord Holmwood's venemous tongue. I don't think that you suddenly became too shy to even mutter a word, Integra said, in her usual iron tone.

Seras' cheeks turned of various shades of red, and she replied in a whisper: "Yes, Sir."

"Good", said Integra, before seating herself in her armchair once again. She began to read the reports about the Udar's attack.

"Walter? News?" she asked, without a look away from the papers.

The butler shook his head sadly, extreme fatigue in his usual joyful eyes. The events of the last month had caused some silver hairs to replace his black ones. He was beginning to feel his age. "I'm afraid our people there haven't sent us a message since the last time, he replied.

Integra's grip on the papers tightened.

"And when was that?" she asked, her voice on edge.

"Two hours ago. We fear the worst"

She gritted her teeth. "Damnit! Those were our last remaining troops!" Trembling with fury, she continued, "That unholy scum dares to hurt Hellsing once more! Even if it means my death, I'll teach them to fear the name of Hellsing once again!"

Walter cleared his throath and handed her two letters.

"What's this, Walter?" she asked, as she examined the seal on the first one. "Iscariot?! I'll burn in hell before asking or accepting the 'help' of some bloody catholics!" she declared, with a hatred greater than the one she held for the undead.

Walter smiled politely. He was glad that his master hadn't lost her spirit. "I know, Miss Integra. It's the other one you might find interesting." He gave her a confident look.

Confused, Integra took a look at the other letter, fashioned in a very similar style to the official Hellsing stationary.

How strange, she thought, running her fingers over the envelope. It has the Queen's seal, but in a different fashion, just like ours.

Integra opened the letter and started to read.


Dear Sir Hellsing,

We are certain these are difficult times for you and your Institution. The menace of the undead was never easy to fight. Do not despair, as you certainly aren't the first one in your family to face this variety of trouble. Your father faced similar situations-ask your steward if you don't believe us. What we are trying to say is, you haven't have to deal with this problem alone: just call us and we will gladly give you the help you need. You can trust us, as your great ancester, Abraham Van Helsing did, as well your father, in time of need.

She paused and looked up to Walter, who was nodding his head in confimation, encouraging her to continue her reading. Turning to Seras, she noticed the policewoman seemed confused and curious at the same time. But what bothered her was Holmwood's smile, which hinted that he knew something she didn't. That fact unnerved her. As the Hellsing heir, she was supposed to be aware of everything, wasn't she? She shook her head and drew her attention back to the letter.

We expect that you will be confused by our sudden appearence, but it was a direct order from our Majesty that we remain unknown to the Hellsing heir until they should need our help. Do not feel bad; your father didn't know, either. We look forward your response.

Sincerely,

The Board of the Carfax Special Forces.


Integra stared at the letter, a rush of anger rising within her again. Carfax? she thought in disbelief, I should have known... How could I be so blind to the truth? Maybe her Majesty doesn't expect a Hellsing to be enough to fulfill this role. She gritted her teeth. One day, I'll show everyone they're mistaken, but for now I'll accept this little 'favour'

Integra's gaze fell to the portrait of her father, Arthur Hellsing, and from there it returned to the three people beside her.

"Walter, she called.

"Your bidding, Miss Hellsing?" Walter's polite smile faded and his face turned serious.

"If my father trusted them, I'll do the same. She paused, and then added bitterly, "I'll hope I won't repeat the experience of being betrayed, as happened with the Knights."

Then she dismissed him. Walter bowed and left the room.

Integra Hellsing was in deep thought when Seras' voice interruped her.

"Ehem. She tried to clear up her throat "Sir Integra, forgive me, but should I go to help Master?" she asked

Integra paused before answering. "No, we shall wait for the reinforcements to arrive before we head out.

That caught Holmwood's attention.

"We?" he asked, raising an inquiring eyebrow. "Sir Hellsing, you're not implying that you'll be participating in this dangerous task, are you?"

Integra stabbed both letters with her letter opener and shot him a cold glare."Yes, that's what I'm implying, Lord Holmwood. And I'm going to 'participate in this dangerous task' with or without your consent!" she exclaimed. "I want to see what happened myself! You may think it a sick hobby to take pleasure in other's suffering, but I'm not going for that!" She paused a little, and her voice became softer, but she remained firm. "To defeat your enemy, you must know your enemy. Hence I have to, as Hellsing' s leader, see his deed."

Holmwood remained silent, his eyes meeting hers in a silent battle of wills. Finally, he bowed. "If those are your wishes, Sir Hellsing, I'll respect them."

Integra's features softened, and her breath became normal again. "Indeed, they are."

A knock on the door interruped their conversation.

"What is it?" asked Integra, as she lit a cigar.

Walter opened the door . "They're here, Sir Hellsing, he said in his most polite tone.

"Let them in, she commanded.

A man and a woman entered, both bearing the 'Carfax Special Forces' sigil on their shoulders, which closely resembled Alucard's five-star seal. The man was tall, red-haired, green-eyed, and in his late thirties. He seemed to have military training and wore the army's attire. Broad-shouldered and athletic, his skin sported a healthy tan. A warm smile graced his lips.

The woman next to him was nearly his opposite. She was an attractive woman in her mid- thirties, with lustrous black hair and brown eyes. Her face, however, showed her fatigue. Dark circles shadowed her eyes, and her skin color was sickly pale. She also struck Integra as entirely too skinny. She seemed to be devouted and consumed by her job and worries.

Both of them bowed their heads in recognition. Integra responded with the same gesture.

"Sir Hellsing, said the man, an honest smile on his lips, "It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

"The pleasure is all mine, Mr...?"

The man stood straight, and replied in a confident, yet respectful tone, "Harker, Major Maximilliam Harker.

"Harker?" she asked curiously, cocking an eyebrow.

"Indeed, Sir. And this is my wife..." he said, pointing to the pale woman, who stepped forward. Her tired look became a secure one, and her eyes sparkled at the promise of recognition, not as a shadow, but as a person.

"I can speak for myself, Maximillian, she said, a bit scolding. Maximillian must have been surprised at her reaction because he stared at his wife as she had grown a second head.

"My name, Sir Hellsing, is Doctor Sophia Seward-Harker. I'm in charge of biological research regarding the undead. It's my greatest pleasure to make the acquaintance of the current leader of Hellsing, she said, in a dry but honest voice.

"Sophia Seward, you say?" Integra asked. "Have we met before?"

Sophia nodded. "Aye, Sir. Our parents were very close. But that was a long time ago, and you were only five years old."

"I see, Integra replied thoughtfully. Her gaze fixed next on Holmwood. "You knew about this, didn't you?". Her face remained calm as usual. It wasn't a question, but a statemment.

Holmwood sent her a small smile and nodded. "I knew something-not the all facts, but still, our families have been in touch all these years, Sir Hellsing. Sadly, yours has become a little closed and reserved within the past few years."

"This can be an opportunity to mend severed bonds, added Sophia Seward, smiling a little.

Integra remained calm and collected. She eyed Harker, who was still looking strangely at his wife. She was somewhat amused by this. She turned her gaze next to Seward, whose tired face seemed a bit more alive. Finally she turned to face Holmwood again. Unlike the confused face of Harker or the hopeful eyes of Seward, Holmwood seemed confident that she would make the choice he wanted. Integra respected confidence, but there was a thin line between self-esteem and arrogance.

"We'll see, she replied, her lips pursed in a confident smile

Holmwood believes he can lecture me so well, doesn't he? she thought in delight when she saw a bit of hurt pride in Holmwood's eyes. I'll show him that no one plays with a Hellsing

She finished her cigar, its smoke was not even banished when she lit another.

"Walter, Integra called.

"Yes, Miss Integra, he asked, with his polite voice.

"Prepare the helicopter, and find me a gun and a sword. I'm going to the 'cleaning place'. Her voice was raised in a commanding tone that no one dared to contradict.

Walter gave her a concerned look, but carried out her orders nonetheless. Seras looked a bit nervous, for the Master of her Master was coming to the battle zone. Lord Holmwood remained quiet in respectful acknowledgement of her leadership. After all, Van Helsing had led their ancesters, and now his descendant would lead in his place. Doctor Seward smiled smugly. Her husband was about to object to something when a glare from his wife shut him mouth.

"I'm going to change, Integra announced while moving towards the door. "Who among you will be going along in this mission?"

Harker stepped forward. "I will. I'm the leader of my people, after all."

Integra eyed him with disinterest, and then looked to Seward. "And you, Doctor Seward?"

Seward shook her head. She seemed to have grown old and weary once again. "No, Sir Hellsing. I should stay in the mansion and do my research from afar...", she said in a bitter tone, "After all, I'm not a fighter. I'd be a disability"

Integra nodded. "Alright, then. Lord Holmwood, you should stay here, too. I know of your skill with some weapons, but I can't risk having a civilian on the battle field, she added in her cold, commanding voice.

Holmwood and Hellsing's gaze fought once again, and, as before, Integra won the battle. Letting out a sigh of defeat, he agreed.

An almost pleased Integra was about to leave the room when she heard Seras Victoria clearing her throat. She stopped and turned her attention to the sightly embarrassed vampire agent.

"Yes, what is it now, Sgt. Victoria?" she asked, raising a eyebrow.

"What should I do, Miss?" she asked, trying not to avoid her Master's Master deep gaze.

"I believe that was clear, Agent. You'll go with us in this mission, of course, she said, as if stating the obvious

Seras' cheeks reddened and her gaze fell to the floor. "Of... c-course, Sir."

After that, Integra left to change from her usual clothes to her knight attire. Along the way, she could hear Holmwood and Harker's friendly greeting, and Seward's sarcastic remarks about Holmwood.

Seems like Holmwood and Seward have some issue going. She dismissed the thought offhand. A family's grudge, perhaps

A knock on the door made her forget her musings.

"Yes?"

"The things you requested are ready, Lady Integra, answered a calm male voice.

She finished buttoning her shirt.

"Do come in, Walter. I'm dressed."

The butler came inside, bowed and offered her a gun and a sword.

"Thank you, Walter, she said as she grabbed the weapons, "The bullets are...?"

He nodded. "Made of silver and mercury. Are you sure about this, my Lady?" he asked, and pointed out the wound in the neck, now heavily scarred. Integra awkwardly put her hand to the scar.

"I'm fine now, Walter. Don't worry. I need you in the mansion, she said in a kind tone.

The butler was about to protest but she silenced him.

"Listen, I can't risk of having another attack on the mansion like last time. I need to leave someone I can trust here. Agent Victoria will be with me, I'm not a little girl, anymore", she explained as she put her coat and knight's baldric.

Walter smiled warmly at her. "I know that, Mistress. Your father would have been proud of the woman you have become."

Her cold expression disappeared and a light sparkle crossed her usually stoic features. "Thank you, Walter. You have no idea what's that means to me"

"I'm only statting the truth. He bowed and opened the door for her.

She stopped once she was outside; her voice becoming serious once more.

"What did our guests do while I was changing my clothes?"

Walter stared at her for a while before replying: "Lord Holmwood and Major Harker had a pleasant and friendly chat; meanwhile, Doctor Seward had her own conversation with Sgt. Seras Victoria. The doctor seemed very interested in her as a object of study for her project."

Integra turned around and looked at him with deadly seriousness.

"Do you think I should to trust them?"

Walter nodded, "It is Hellsing's duty to fight the undead, true. But it's not necessarily a lonely duty. Your great-grandfather was assisted by their ancesters-you and they have a common bond."

Integra sighed. "I'm not ready to share my duty with anyone."

"I know, Mistress, I know. His voice turned a little sorrowful. He knew about all the stress that Lady Integra had to face alone. Maybe the arrival of the others will help her to relax a little.

Integra seemed lost in her thoughts for a couple of minutes, trying to figure out something unknown to Walter. "Tell Victoria and Harker that I will wait for them inside the helicopter. May God and the Queen Bless you she finally said, dismissing him. She headed to the roof where the pilot was waiting. Once inside the helicopter, she handed out the orders to the pilot, and then paused to gaze at the bloody sky

Full moon, she mused. As Alucard would have said: on a night like this, I crave blood. Her lips turned up in a wicked grin, Undead blood on my sword, of course.

To be continue (one day when I finished my exams... U.U)

Special thanks to:

Lise! My poor new vict...err beta reader, thanks a lot.She deserves a medal after this one. Also to Ebe and passionmuse for moral support!


Thanks for the reviews of:

General Sephirot: if you don't know by know who's Udar really is, you'll find out (I think it was pretty obvious).

passionsmuse: yes, I'm rambling again! All of you must suffer with my stupid ideas! Mwa ha ha...

U'll never guess... Hey Ebe! Guess what? I guessed!

Tizzy: Well, Tizzy, Jospeh do not love Integra, but respected her as the knight she is (most of the time, he's a noble man and has his ego-thing). But Arthur and Lucy were indeed *in love* with each other, enter Alucard/Dracula here!

BlazeStryker: Yes, indeed. They hate each others guts with passion. The battle between them is posposed until chaper 3, sorry. Harker and Seward is here already. Morris' line will appear in later chapters, but since Quincy was the lesser character of the books, so the Morris wont be /that/ important.

Rocky: Yes, Integra and Seras (Sophia too) against macho guys ñ_ñ. Radu wasn't worse than Vlad, hence he's nickname was 'Radu the Handsome' (and his big bro' was called: 'Vlad the Impaler'). But, Udar will be more sadistic than Alucard, because good ol' Al is kinda domesticated by the Hellsings.

Angie: Glad you figured out too, thanks for the 'original twist' comment. I was thinking in a vampire who might be a fair enemy with some conection to Alucard's past (and no being Gary Stu or something. He's actually a historical figure ñ_ñ).

Hell angel: I already got a beta ñ_ñ. Yes, Alucard was A LOT OOC. I hope this chapter is less dialogue than the others. Thanks for the review! (plot??? where??? ñ_ñ)