Author Note: Now we meet the Americans! All of them are my OCs and I love them to death and back. I'll figure out how to get drawings of them up on the net soon so you can see what they look like in their cool outfits. Enjoy the chapter!

Disclaimer (Since I forgot it last time) Own nothing accept my OCs! Then again probably not them either…

Chapter 2

The sound of a gun going off was the only thing that could be heard on that dark night. The bullet whizzed by and ricocheted off a lamp post, embedding itself into the dark being that it had been intent to kill. Four people walked out from the shadows, one kneeling down to inspect the dust that cover the ground while the other three stood watch.

"Nice shot Ivy," said one of the men.

"You doubted me?" The woman named Ivy said in a low silky voice.

"When you were aiming in the opposite direction of the target anyone would begin to doubt," said the same man.

"Ivy knows what she's doing," said the man inspecting the dust, "She's been doing it for a long time." He reached out and picked something up. "Bingo." He held up a chain with a five inch long black pike like crystal on it. "That's the sixth one."

"They all seem to come in different colors," said the first man who spoke.

"Think of it like this Eric, we distinguish one another by name and look right?" Ivy asked the first man. "They may be doing it to distinguish one another, or maybe it has something to so with what they do, their personal power."

"Ivy's right, black might mean this one had power over shadow or dreams," said the guy who had picked it up.

"Victor, you know you're probably right, why do you put might in front of it all?" said the fourth, big and normally silent.

"Seth, you know as well as I that nothing is certain until we have all of the evidence and come to a conclusion," Victor said as he pocketed the crystal. "So, who's up for a midnight snack?" The men smiled, but Ivy just rolled her eyes,

"Come on Ivy, you know we have stuff in the van for you," Eric said as he slung an arm around her neck and playfully pulled her into a headlock.

"Aye, now let go of me before I use you for my snack," Ivy said as she wriggled out of his grip.

"That's my feisty girl," Eric smiled and Ivy glared at him, her fire red eyes teeming with the ends of the hunt and the slightest bit of fun.

"Let's go you two, before you start getting busy in the shadows," Victor said as he pulled his keys out of his pocket and walked back down the street to where they had left the van. Seth followed silently behind with Eric and Ivy taking up the rear, making snide remarks at Victor as they went.

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"So what's the name of the organization we'll be working with?" Eric asked as they sat in Furnace, their favorite tavern that they always went to after a successful hunt.

"Hellsing," Victor answered as he chewed on a breadstick. "Apparently their leader is a hard ass cold hearted person. Apparently they keep two vampires, but use them only as weapons. Hellsing is England's best."

"Only using their vampires for weapons?" Seth asked, "What a joke."

"Yeah, where's the fun in that?" Eric asked as he looked over at Ivy, who was staring out the window smoking a cigarette like she always did. "How do they get along?"

"Apparently the leader of Hellsing controls the stronger of the vampires with magical seals that have been in place for almost two hundred years. The other vampire is the elder ones fledgling," Victor said.

"They're there against their will?" Eric asked. "What kind of crock is this Hellsing?"

"Shut up Eric," Ivy said. "Each group has their own way, they have theirs, we have ours, some don't even associate with my kind at all. Like Iscariot, who deem it Satanic to be in the same room with a vampire."

"That's even stupider than Hellsing," Seth put in.

"Yeah, they must have some pretty psycho people working for them," Eric said. He turned to watch Ivy for a minute, "See anything out there Ivy?"

"No, just looking," Ivy said as she smashed her cigarette into the ashtray and lit another one.

"When are they supposed to get here?" Eric asked as he turned back to Victor.

"Two days, if they actually accept our invitation. You know how the English are, they can't stand Americans, little youngens don't know their place among an upper class society such as ours," Victor added in a cheap English accent at the end of his statement to give it the meaning he wanted.

Eric and Seth laughed out loud while Ivy snickered quietly to herself. It was an old joke they made all the time on the British. Now they were going to have to put the plug on their teasing until Hellsing was gone from America. They had to keep up a good name!

"Does anyone know if they're actually coming?" Eric asked as he tipped the rest of his beer into his mouth.

"Someone back at HQ would probably know," Victor answered.

Seth sighed and looked at his watch, "It's four am, we should head back and see if there's anything else old Chief wants us to do before daybreak."

"Yeah probably should," Eric said as he stole Ivy's cigarette and took a puff before giving to back.

"Do that again and I'll bite you," Ivy said.

"Please, bite me," Eric said seductively and Ivy rolled her eyes as she stood up, knocking Eric from his seat as she went. "Ow, I deserved that…"

Victor laughed as he offered him a hand up, "Real smooth Eric, real smooth."

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Author Note: Did you like it? I thought the little spats between Eric and Ivy were fun! I love those two! Review please!