Summary: Xander's roadtrip goes four dimensional, and un-living.

Crossover: Hellsing

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Pre-Fic Comments:

Thanks for all the comments on the previous part -- there were too many to respond to individually! (I like having this problem.)

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Integra lit a small, tightly wrapped cigar while she considered what Alucard had told her. The blonde leader of Hellsing looked out the window, eyes roaming anywhere while she thought. Her blue eyes resembled steel more than sky, and her long blonde hair was a result of concentrating on her work rather than a deliberate attempt at long hair. Walter, her servant, kept her dressed impeccably.

"So, this mission that we did for the Americans had... consequences," she muttered.

Alucard grinned at her.

"You turned someone, and then they were shot back in the past a few centuries or so," she continued softly. "What was the name of this person?"

"Alexander Harris," Alucard said. "Also known as Finality after his backward journey."

"Walter, get me our file on Finality," Integra requested. After a minute, the greying man returned. He had a thick manilla folder that he handed to Lord Hellsing.

"Vampire hunter, demon hunter, criminal hunter," Walter summed up. "He never fails to get what he hunts for, hence the name 'Finality'."

"There's a fact that isn't in there," Alucard interrupted. "Your father was good friends with him."

Integra looked up at this. Her father had died when she was a girl, and she respected him highly. "Where is this Finality now?"

Alucard pointed downward, smirking madly. He phased through the floor, then returned carrying a coffin. The vampire handed Walter a sheet of paper that had been inside the coffin

"Lovely," she dryly observed.

"This is a request to send the body to a person in America," Walter said. "Rup--Ripper."

"He was fun," Alucard said.

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Giles woke up to someone knocking on his door. He felt around on his nightstand for his glasses, noting the time.

Ten in the morning. Perhaps this was a good time to get up.

He shuffled to the front door in his pajama's to find a courier standing outside.

"Rupert Giles?," the man asked.

The Watcher nodded.

"Got a delivery from Britain for you," the courier said. "Someone called Hellsing sent it. Sign here."

"Lovely," Giles croaked.

He took the stylus proffered and signed his name on the LCD screen on the hand computer used by most modern couriers. The courier picked up a large, heavy box, left it on his doorstep, then left to deliver the rest of his list.

Giles looked at the box. It was about two meters long, by half a meter high, by half a meter wide. There was a plastic envelope stuck on the top, along with the address labelling and a large sticker saying 'Cultural Artifact', and 'Fragile'.

He dragged it inside, muttering about how Slayers were never around when you needed them, then made himself a cup of tea while he looked at the letter placed where most companies put the receipt on the plastic envelope on the outside of the box. The paper the letter was written on was old, and crackled slightly as he touched it.

"Hellsing... Hellsing... Ah! Integra," Giles remembered. Integra Wingates Hellsing was the head of the Twelve Conventions, which was loosely tied to the Watchers' Council. He remembered her as being a tough woman of steel in a green suit.

He sipped his tea and read the letter, which was written in a flowing script

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Rupert Giles,

If you are reading this, then you have just taken possession of my immortal remains. Kindly review your knowledge of the type of vampire including Alucard, Helena and others before opening the container.

You may recall that Alexander Harris left on a road trip after Graduation. I was in a small town when I heard of a new minister in town who sounded remarkably like a vampire, so I decided to try and slay it.

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Giles took his glasses off, pinching the bridge of his nose. He suspected he knew what was coming. He sincerely hoped he was wrong.

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I found that the vampire was unbelievably fast, moreso than the vampires we had encountered in Sunnydale. It was about to eat me, when a vampire in a red coat entered the church, shooting through me to kill the vampire holding me.

I was turned, then a trap set by the vampiric minister sent me back in the past several hundred years. Alucard, the vampire who turned me, was only able to prevent himself from being ensnared in the trap.

A friend of mine has pledged to look after my remains until this date, and then send them on to you. Inside the container will be a bag of medical blood; simply puncture it then let it leak on me.

Your friend,

Xander 'Finality' Harris.

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Giles' tea cup fell from his slack fingers as he read the last line. Xander Harris was Finality?!

Finality was legendary in some circles, an immortal hunter of demons. Hearing that Finality was in town was enough to make most demons skip town. Finality was rumoured to have helped Van Helsing take down Dracula (which Giles considered most likely if the letter and the source address was to be believed.) The hunter had not been heard from for a decade, and most demons considered Finality to have finally hunted someone bigger than himself.

The Watcher got up and went over to his liquor cabinet, pouring himself a few shots worth of whisky. He'd planned on teaching Buffy self-reliance through not helping her, but perhaps Xander could prod her along. Xander could /certainly/ teach her more about Slaying.

He just wished that the innocent boy had not been thrown into the same pit as the rest of them.

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Post-Fic Comments:

Don't worry, Incognito from the anime will /not/ be turning up.