(hey magician man, thx for the advice I realy apreciate it.Read this one then talk to me again) The glimering ligths of the ligth polls atract a crowd of insects to a kind of flying ballet, the nigth is quiet and theres hardly any people walking in the streets in this time of the night, Saint likes it, to him moments of peace like this are rare and precious. Since he started this war, rest is a luxury that he can't afford to have... Sometimes he can still remember that damned mad laughter in that bloody day, seven years ago. That they when his father arrived home from work a bit diferent, but he just didn't know what changed, he just knew there was something wrong. That nigth scared screams and a mad mans laughter woke him up, he rushed to the kitchen. When he arrived there, he finaly knew what changed about his father as he saw his sisters body riped in two and his mothers neck being pierced by his fathers sharp canines,he was growling like a dog as he did it. As he looks around and realizes he has arrived, Saint casts away these distant memories... It's a tall old building that towers in front of him, the wooden door in front is rotten, probabily older than he is, the boarded windows give to the place a look that even the poorest begger would walk away from. It's rotten,stinks, a real dump... it's perfect! As he gets in, a small fat black man greets him without looking away from some kind of radar monitor: "Yo what up bro? Why didn't you hit them all up nigga?" "Dead blood suckers so not talk Castor,and we need some advertising,we have to step out of the shadow and make them respect us." "Respect? Maybe you forgot what this is all about, it's about hiting up as much of them as we can man, we soldiers, not hunters or heroes! Wanna be respected? Join Hellsing man!" Saint sits down on the floor and looks at the ceiling, spots a brown butterfly. Watches it closely while he speaks: "Man if we keep on sweeping them without anyone knowing...how will we start killing the big bad boys..." "You mean Alucard, Saint I don't know about that man..." "Well i do, you don't hunt down one of those, you make them come after you." Castor starts walking back and forward:"You know that going up against Alucard is going up against an entire organization? You may have to kill some humans to get to him, you know that don't you?...and even if you get to him...this is the real deal nigga..." Saint stands up and looks like into Castors eyes: "I've been preparing myself to all that you have said, I'm ready man, but i'm not demanding that you fell ready, if you want out now i understand brother..." Castor looks away, then walks away from Saint and grabs a mobile phone... "I'm a soldier...if the target is Alucard I'm with you man, only way to make me leave this is by killing me man, don't worry, we brothers, I'm with you" "We will probably die..." Says Saint with a sad look on his face. In the meanwhile, rumours of a human who hunts the gods of nigth spread fast ligthning. To some, normal flesh and bone standing against imortal beings sounds like a joke but, to most, it sounds... "Threathning! It's a threat to the integrety of the corporation if some freelancer is carrying his own personal mission so near to us!" this is the furious exclamation of a briliant leader, a cold mind, for many she is the voice that comes from above, as powerfull as the voice of God, lady Integral. "There can be nothing out of our control...this...hunter has to be removed." Two glimering red eyes stare at her from the darkness, then she can see a white, big unnatural smile and finaly she hears her awnser in a voise that sounds like glass being crushed "Don't worry Integral, it will be removed..." then the dark figure disapears in a cloud of bats. Integra smiles and says to herself "I know it will, you don't know failiure do you Alucard?..." The moon was red the nigth after,to Saint that's always a "bad omen", reminds him of that day, when his parents turned into beasts, the day he...killed his parents, red moon,blood moon, maybe it's a sign that he will meet Alucard tonigth. That makes him want even more to leave, to meet him, and probably death... Alucard greats the moon diferently, looks cheerfully to the moon and whispers "on a nigth like this... I crave for blood..."