Don't own Hellsing so there. Astra is mine. Short Hellsing Fic. What if the one who taught him was a vampire who'd disappeared a few days after WWII? What would happen if she came back to torment her old student and her teacher? Flames are welcome, better to toast marshmallows.

Friends Reunited

Astra quietly snuck behind the edge of the Hellsing mansion. Her blood red eyes were glued to the third window on the second floor. That was the kid's room; he'd been there for the past three hours. It was midnight, but he wasn't asleep, not that it surprised the vampire, he was a stubborn person. As quietly as she could, she snuck into the mansion. The last time she'd been inside the Hellsing Mansion was over 50 years ago, and she wanted to treasure it.

Though she was, by nature, a patient person, she couldn't wait for sunrise. Earlier that evening she had decided to let the Hellsing know that she was still out there, and to annoy both her student and her teacher. It hadn't been too hard to slip past the guards and scale the fence. She was young, at least by vampire standards.

Slowly, time passed and she glanced down at her watch. It was nine. Wow, she thought, that was quick. And with that, she pulled a hat on and a manila envelope out of her pocket. Then, as silently as she could, she stood up and carefully opened the closet door.

No one was in the hallway so she quietly crept out. Then she headed toward the stairs. If the place had stayed the same, the office of the one in charge would be just a few doors down from the top of the stairs. This time she was lucky, it was.

"Message." She said as she opened the door.

A young woman with blond hair and piercing blue eyes stared at her from the desk near the back of the room. Taking the room in quickly, she could tell it was different since when she'd last been there. Of course it would be, the last time she'd been in the office was fifty years ago.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" The blond woman asked furiously from behind her desk. "How did you get in?"

"I do believe you are Sir Hellsing?" Astra ignored the young woman's reaction, she'd expected it.

"What the hell do you want?" The young woman looked a little pale, almost fearful.

"To speak with the leader of the Hellsing Organization."

"I am she."

"Well it is good to see a female is in charge. I hate the men."

"Who are you?"

"I'm sorry I didn't properly introduce myself. My name is Astra, former Hellsing member."

"How could you be a former member, you're so young."

"Not as young as you may think." She handed the young Hellsing the envelope.

"What's this?" She asked, opening it and pulling out a few sheets of paper.

"Information. There is a vampire cult hiding out in London. They've been killing people by the dozens. If it keeps up, then they'll have an entire army of ghouls within the week."

"How did you come across this?"

"I get around."

"Well, I must thank you. Please, tell me, former Hellsing member Astra, when did you serve here? I could pull up your file and you could join again."

"I'm sorry, but it was destroyed in the bombing of London during the World War."

"That was over fifty years ago. You couldn't have been alive then. No human-"

"What about half human?"

"What?"

"I'll let your imagination figure it out, Sir Integra Wingates Hellsing." With that, Astra gave a curt bow and turned to leave.

"I don't believe I can allow you to go anywhere when you have left my master's question unanswered." A cool, familiar voice said behind her.

"I'll let you tell her, Dad." Astra replied, turning around to see Alucard standing next to Sir Integra.

"What the hell is going on here?" Sir Integra asked, furious.

"I am the daughter of the one you call Alucard, better known as Count Dracula.'' Astra told the young woman before looking at her father. "I was a member of Hellsing for forty-seven years. During those years, I trained numerous hunters, including the Angel of Death. I left the organization in 1950 when your Grandfather in every sense, kicked me out. Apparently he didn't like my methods of training and I also believe he thought I was dangerous. He did try to kill me after the war, so I disappeared. Now I am back, hopeful that this new generation of Hellsing will be a little more open-minded."

"You trained Walter?"

"Yes, he was a challenge, but in the end, all that bullshit was worth it."

"I was a difficult teen wasn't I?" The voice of an elderly man came from the shadows. "I came up, Sir Hellsing, because I noticed that Alucard had failed to have his breakfast."

"Good to see you again kid." Astra said as Walter emerged from the shadows.

"What is going on Walter?" Sir Hellsing demanded, still confused.

"This is Astra, my old teacher." Walter told the young Hellsing as he stood next to her desk. "She trained me in hunting. Don't be alarmed; she is quite harmless as long as you do not get on her bad side. I can speak from personal experience."

"So everything she says is true?" Sir Integra asked.

"Yes." Walter replied, looking at his old teacher.

Astra sat on the roof of the Hellsing Mansion, looking at the stars. The cool night air turned her normally pale cheeks rosy, and made her breathe come out it puffs of steam. Her long blond hair was tied back in a ponytail and she wore loose fitting jeans and a sweatshirt.

Then she heard the door behind her open, but didn't bother to look back. A figure sat next to her and sighed.

"So where have you been all these years Astra?" Walter asked her.

"New Orleans, Las Vegas, all over America."

"Sir Integra said she wants you to start teaching here."

"That's going to be fun, as long as there is no one like you here."

A chuckle escaped the Angel of Death.

"One mischief maker enough?" He teased.

"Hell yeah, you were more trouble than you were worth. Almost killed you a couple times."

"I'm not surprised. I was a little bit of a pain."

"Little is an understatement. Pain in the ass is more like it."

"But you never gave up on me."

"Nope."

"Why?"

"Because, you were different from all the others. You had skill, all you had to do was figure out how to use it and become a little more disciplined. Took me close to a year but I did get you on the right path."

"Yes you did."

They were both silent for a moment, just enjoying the cool night. Then, Astra grabbed a rock from the roof and chucked it behind them. There was a thud.

"Don't try to sneak up on me Dad." Astra said to the cool night air.

"I didn't plan to." Alucard materialized next to her.

"Bull shit."

"I do believe it is sad when one's own daughter doesn't believe him."

"I agree." Walter added.

"I have an excuse." Astra stood up for herself. "He is a crazed lunatic."

"You have had way to much time to think." Alucard chided his daughter.

"Get used to it Dad, plus now I'm working here."

"Damn."

With that, the three old friends stopped talking and just stared up at the sky, trying to make up for the lost fifty years.

Author's Note: I know I said I'd get another story out, but I decided to make another short one. I will work on a long one, but will keep trying to put short ones out. Hope you liked. Please review!