Order 01: Initiation

(Author's note: Again, I am truly sorry that I have not been able to keep up with my story, but I had finals, and school and my life sucks! But don't worry, I truly will work until I have finished my story. Thank you for sticking with me all this time! Looks into audience, sees only a passing tumbleweed, hangs head in depression.)

Marcus woke up to the sun streaming through the window that had finally reached his eyes. Sitting up in bed, he squinted around the room. He was in a four poster bed, on a red carpet in a room that was not his own. To his right he saw a night stand, dresser, door, writing desk, and book shelf. On his left was a wall and another door. In front was his wake-up call, the sun shining down to light up his pillow and linens.

He flopped down back on to his bed, staring. Unfamiliar ceiling. So it wasn't a dream. His family was dead. But as he dwelt on their passing, he felt no tears streaming down his face. He remembered that he had cried himself to sleep, in Sir Integra's office.

He got up and opened the dresser to find that someone had taken the liberty of providing him with what looked like a green military uniform for clothes. Figuring these were better than his boxer's, he slipped them on and opened door number one to find himself in a hallway, close to the large staircase he had seen last night. Going down stairs, he saw a girl with short strawberry blonde hair and a blue uniform similar to what he had sitting on the bottom most step.

"E- Excuse me, but could you tell me the way to Sir Integra's office? Please?" he mumbled, blushing madly as she turned to him and saw that she had a very beautiful figure. When Marcus looked at her face again, he saw that she had red eyes.

Then, something clicked in his head. Red eyes. Red eyes. Red eyes. Red eyes. Red eyes. Red eyes. Red eyes. Red eyes.

Vampire.

Enemy.

All of a sudden the long forgotten rage that resides in all living humans returned. You see, humans only use about five percent of their brain most of the time. It is only in highly emotional states, like battle or meditation that the rest of the brain is opened up. Some call it enlightenment. The person now can do any number of things that they would not be able to do.

Marcus's eyes narrowed and leaped into a tackle towards the vampire, screaming. She held up her arms to catch him, but he was too fast already and knocked her to the ground. He started punching her with all that he could muster, determined to end her damned existence. She knocked him away with a kick. Hard. He landed on his back and charged once again, roaring. She said something, but it didn't matter. She had to die.

"DIE YOU DAMN MONSTER!" he yelled and threw a right hook at her jaw connecting with a horrible snap. Leaping into the air, he came kicked her in the ribs, knocking against a wall.

"DIE! DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE!

He started beating her in the stomach, causing her to double over. With a massive upper cut, he connected with her neck, causing her to start gasping for air. Then she head butted him in the stomach shooting him across the room and he landed on his back. When he looked up, he saw that she had her fangs bared into a sickening smile.

"Officer Victoria, stop at once!" came a stern voice from above. The vampire and human looked up to see none other than Sir Integra glaring down at them from the stair case. " What is the meaning of this, brawling in the main hall with one of our soldiers?"

"Sir he attacked me first! I was just sitting… he's a soldier!" she asked, astonished.

"Of course he is, look at his uni…" she stopped as she looked at him. She stopped glaring at him, but instead wore on odd, undecipherable face. "Marcus, come with me at once." She said in a level voice.

He stood up and followed her, breathing heavily, but dumbstruck. They went into her office and sat at down at her desk. Now out of his temporary psychosis, Marcus felt very, very cold.

"I see you have met Senior Officer Seras Victoria. What do you think of…" began Sir Hellsing, but was cut off by the adolescent in front of her.

"She's a vampire, what do you think?" was his cold reply.

"I see how you feel Marcus, but remember this: there will be no brawling in my home. The fact that you did, even under the given circumstances, is deplorable." She stopped and looked him directly in the eyes with piercing azure eyes. "Especially deplorable for a soldier of Hellsing."

At this Marcus hung his mouth open. He blinked at least twice before answering with a weak "What?"

"Your family is dead. You have no more living relatives. You know for a fact that vampires exist and you have seen one first hand. You have even fought one just now. Do you honestly think I will jeopardize the secrecy of these demons by letting you go? Your training begins after breakfast, which is right about now…"she stated matter-of-factly as Walter walked into the room to announce breakfast. "After breakfast, Walter, will you show Mr. Banks to Captain Bernadette for primary training?"

"Of course Sir Integra," the old man said with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Right this way my boy!"

"What the Hell do you mean he attacked Seras! I'll wring his little #ing neck!" This is what Marcus herd as he approached the armory with Walter. The aged butler only sighed and pushed open the door to show a very angry one-eyed Frenchman having a frank discussion with another man dressed in a Hellsing uniform.

"May I present Mr. Marcus Israfel Banks. Mr. Banks, this is Captain Bernadette of the Wild Geese. He and his team are mercenaries employed by the Hellsing Agen-"

"There he is the, little shit! Let me at'em! No one hurts my cheri! I'll take his heart out of his chest and feed it to the hounds! Little #er!"

"-cy to assist in the extermination of the creatures of the night who harm humans," finished Walter, once the captain had been restrained by his fellow mercenaries. "He is the one who will train you in basic combat against human and non-human adversaries, the care and use of armaments used against human and non-human adversaries, and hopefully in self restraint." He added with a meaningful glance to the captain and left the room.

Marcus was slightly upset by the outburst of the captain, and when Walter closed the door behind him, he had the sudden thought that he was in the same room with a man who had just threatened to kill him in several different and creative ways. Eyes widening, he backed up against the wall as Captain Bernadette got up and looked him in the eye. He was of medium build, with a black eye patch over his left eye and a long braid running down his back. He was wearing a tan jacket over a white shirt with a blue scarf around his neck, blue jeans, and combat boots.

The man snorted and said "You don't look like you are very strong, non? Do you do any sports?"

"No sir."

"Do you work out?"

"No sir."

"Tell me boy, what use is a fifteen year old, skinny little punk who has probably never even seen a gun before going to be when we get in a real fight?" inquired the captain, still glaring at Marcus. "Nothing, that's what! It is apparently now my duties to train you in what we do here at Hellsing. From now on you are going to enter a strict training regiment full of hard work followed by more hard work. You will be strong, so what happened to you at your home does not happen to you any more… or to any one else for that matter. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir."

"And stop calling me sir! God I hate it when people do that. Sorry I got pissed off a moment ago, just don't ever mess with Seras again, ok?" he said, turning down the drill instructor a few notches.

"Yes si- oh right… I don't need much encouragement on that. She got me with a head butt to the stomach that sent me flying." Marcus retorted, a grin splitting across his face.

"Ha ha ha ha! I forgot how much her hit's hurt. What has it been, two days since she slapped me last? She is a fine woman, just don't piss her off. Now come on, let's go to the armory to get you a weapon." The mercenary showed the way to a room filled with all kinds of weapons, from katanas, to AK-47s, to darts, to seven kinds of grenades, to knives, sabers, pistols, rifles, and to bazookas. "This is what happens when very rich people like weapons and have governmental backing. You get a room full of kick-ass weapons," he glanced down over at the teen, who was actually drooling at the thing of beauty that stood before him. "I see you must be into violent video games. Well they are nothing compared to the real thing. You don't get a kick out of an X-box controller. Now take your pick so I can beat you with whatever weapon you take."

At that command, Marcus sauntered over to the cornucopia of death and destruction makers. He picked up an AK-47, but found it too simple. Wandering over to the pistols, he found the .45 Smith and Wesson to his liking, but the kick was to strong as he tested in the firing range in the nest room. Glancing at the rocket launchers, he didn't even try to pick it up. The same applied to the claymores and battle axes. However, it was only when he saw a leather whip that he realized the something: every bullet and every bullet in this room was made of silver. They shone as if they were in the bright sun, even though they were only illuminated by artificial light, and practically sang as he swung or shot them, the resonating music setting off something deep inside of him that made him appreciate it's metallic smoothness, it's cool, calming touch, and it's burning sense of justice. Silver was for those who dealt righteousness with a steady hand, never wavering, and never giving up. He thought of all this when his thoughts were interrupted.

"Just pick something all ready! We've been down here for ten minutes all ready!" came his instructor's aggravated voice. About to complain, his eye caught two objects mounted on a far wall. They were two very large pistols about nineteen meters long from barrel to hammer, but instead of the magazine's being fed into the bottom of the handle, they were slid in through the top of the weapon. Where the magazine would have gone in, there were instead very large curved blades, about thirty meters long, that were now held in titanium sheathes. He walked over and picked them up, holding them up to the light. On the barrel of the guns was inscribed in flowing cursive: Hell's Gate Arrested.

Walking back to the captain, he showed them his new armaments and asked what they were called. After inspecting them closely, he smiled and said they were very rare weapons that had not been used since before the First World War.

"They're called Archangels. Seeing the job we do, I guess it fits. Now let's get to work."

The rest of the day went by quite quickly, with three hours in the weight room with the rest of the soldiers, followed by weapons training, hand-to-hand combat, a break for lunch (which was much appreciated by all), his first failed attempt with the canine unit (it went bad as he was allergic to the canine units, by why did the other guards laugh nervously about he would soon be encountering worse than Dobermans?), followed by tea, then guard duty, which was surprisingly boring.

"I mean, why do they march us all around this place when they could set up a camera system that would cost less and save us the trouble of just looking at a bunch of gardens?" complained the newest Hellsing soldier. He was on patrol with Captain Bernadette, who preferred to be called Pip, and he was.

"That's because some things don't show up on camera. Now stop talking so loud," the Frenchman said, though his mind was on elsewhere at the moment (but I'm not even going to say where ; ) ).

They had just gotten through a grove of trees when they saw two figures standing by a fountain. One was short, with a crop of hair that clearly identified her as Seras Victoria (that and two other very obvious things that identified her as the Draculina). The other was standing behind the fountain and couldn't be seen by them.

"Hey it's Officer Victoria! But what's she doing out here now?" said Marcus. The sun had just set, but the crescent moon shone through the clouds accompanied by a set of constellations. In the light, they could both see that she was doing a lot of the talking in the conversation, but she would occasionally stop and listen to whoever she was talking too.

They both approached the fountain, but as they came up, the Seras and her partner left back to the mansion. When they had walked around the fountain, Pip and Marcus saw two shadows crossing the grounds. Not much could be seen until they crossed a clearing and the moon light hit them. Officer Victoria could be clearly identified, but Marcus couldn't name the tall one in the red trench coat, and big… red… hat…and that's when it clicked.

"Oh my God! It's that guy! I thought I had just imagined him at first, but I had no idea that he was with you guys. He saved me a last night from the vampire. Who is he Pip?" inquired Marcus in an awed voice.

"That is…umm…uh, well his name is Alucard. He works for Sir Integra, and, um, well he's kinda…sorta…umm…" Pip said, but Marcus wasn't even paying attention. He just started to follow them up to the mansion. "Hey! Where do you think you're going?" But Marcus wouldn't have stopped if he had herd him.

As they got inside the mansion, the tall one in red went to the underground levels that Marcus had stayed in the previous night. Some how, he always stayed just ahead of Marcus, going through a door or around a corner right as Marcus caught sight of him until he entered a solid steel door at the end of a long hallway.

The door had a large pentagram drawn on it in blood.

He walked up to it and knocked on the door.

"Come in Integra," came the voice from inside the door, at once dark and seductive. Marcus opened the door.

Inside stood a small wooden table with a pair of yellow tinted sunglasses, a bottle of red liquid, a wine glass, and a red cloth that hung over the edges on it, a large throne-like chair and a long black box that looked like a-

"Who are you? What are you doing here!" said that dark voice, now menacing. It came from the shadows as the tall man stepped out. His skin was pale against the little light and his bright red coat. Under the coat was a black jacket over a clean white shirt. He had a red ribbon tied in a shoelace knot around his collar and black pants ending in black boots that went up to his shins.

"Who are you?" the man repeated, now in an angry tone, suddenly lights in the room turned red and the man was glaring at him with familiar eyes:

Red eyes. He too was a vampire. But instead of attacking, Marcus could only watch in horror as the nosferatu approached him. Somehow, red eyes were also appearing around the entire room. He tore his gaze from the approaching vampire and saw he was surrounded by thousands of blood red eyes. Turning back to the vampire, Marcus gulped and spoke to him.

"My name is Marcus Banks, sir. I just wanted to th-thank you for saving me last night." came out his reply.

To this the vampire Alucard grinned and the room returned to normal. "You show quite a bit of courage and manners, Squire, even after the way you attacked my fledgling this morning. Quite an impressive feat for a human. I accept your thanks sincerely," with this he bowed and gazed into Marcus's eyes. For a second, it felt to Marcus as if he was a frog being dissected by high school students, but then the feeling was gone as Alucard started chuckling to himself and reached for the bottle of red liquid on the table and poured himself a glass full of it. Only in the light could Marcus see the only identifying mark on it: O+.

Marcus ran from the dungeon as fast as he could. The sounds of his footsteps were followed by maddened laughter.