I own neither Hellsing nor Final Fantasy VII. I only own some DVDs and a video game. (Currently reading the manga)
Integra gazed at the portal in front of them, and her attention was drawn to the walls around it. The arcane inscriptions surrounding the door had remained intact despite all efforts to remove them. The cleaning crew had a fit trying to scrub them off. But that line of contemplation was sobering and reminded her of more sinister things.
Though she rarely thought back on the last time she'd been down this hall and stood shivering in front of this very door, the consequences of that day remained with her still. Familial betrayal and destruction were hard lessons, but she had learned them well.
Pushing those thoughts aside, Integra steeled herself and gingerly laid her hand on the doorknob. But when nothing happened, she opened the door and sent a shaft of light down the stairs. Squinting into the darkness did her no good, so she reached to the side, fingers seeking a switch. Before she could find it, a gloved hand shot over her shoulder and with a soft click the light was on.
A single bare bulb gave the room unwavering illumination. What it revealed was surprising. In the middle of the room sat a coffin, untouched and with a layer of dust that suggested it had been in place for years.
Alucard was first down the stairs, with Seras close behind. Integra brought up the rear and examined the intruding item as she descended into the room. The coffin was made of a hardwood of some sort and was plain with no decorations, save for a company logo she didn't recognize. A glance at Alucard and she could read the anticipation on his face as plain as day. He looked back at her, seeking affirmation and she gave him a slight nod.
"Open the coffin police girl."
The direct order brought Seras back to the task at hand, and she nodded an affirmation as she stepped forward. Laying gloved hands on the lid, she ran her fingers along the surface before grabbing hold of the edge. The ease with which the coffin opened surprised her, and she jumped away as the top flipped over to the side.
They had but a moment to notice that there was an entity lying upon the white satin lining before it had moved. In fact it had jumped clear of its place of repose, executed a back flip and landed with a soft double click facing them.
Pulling itself up from a crouched landing, long black hair shifted over the crimson cape hanging around its shoulders. Sir Integra watched with narrowed eyes as the figure straightened, exposing clothing as dark as its hair. Even the fingerless glove on its right hand was black, though all she could see of the left hand were some glimpses of gold.
As he stood fully upright, the stranger's ebony hair was hanging in front of his eyes, and the collar from his cape covered the rest of his face. His hand went up, and he brushed the hair from his face, allowed a clear view for both sides.
"Vampire…" Seras put a hand to cover her mouth, though the squeaked word hung heavy in the silence that ensued as each side studied the other.
It was the stranger who spoke first. He rested his right hand upon the gun holstered on his hip and his deep red eyes glowed as he regarded them.
"Why have you awakened me?" His voice was calm, but with an underlying note of sadness as well.
"I have come to see who has dared intrude upon the home of the Hellsing family." Even as she spoke, Integra glanced over at Alucard, whose grin assured her that he knew what to do. The stranger looked quite puzzled and started to speak.
For his part, Alucard attempted to enter the man's thoughts, but found himself rebuffed by a maelstrom of thoughts and emotions. To preserve his sanity Alucard was forced to abort the attempt, though it annoyed him. Integra saw the look on his face and knew that something unusual had happened. When she glanced at the stranger her suspicion was confirmed. The stranger's gaze was unfocussed, and his lips were moving in silent supplication to an entity that was apparent only to him.
"What are you?" The stranger merely glanced for a brief moment at Alucard before returning to his conversation. This did not amuse the vampire, and he reached for his gun. This action caused quite a reaction in the stranger, as he pulled out his gun as well. In fact, as far as Seras could see, the stranger matched her master. But the targets were perhaps even more interesting.
"Why are you aiming at her? Can't you see that I am the one who is threatening you?"
A small quirk of the lips on the stranger's face, and he sighted down the barrel of the wicked looking rifle he had trained on Integra. One of the green stones on the rifle began to glow, and even as Alucard fired, the stranger whispered something under his breath.
Integra heard the stranger's breathy word, and when she looked up, the green shimmer that surrounded them did indeed look like a barrier. Even as the barrier appeared, the vampire's shot reached its edge. A shower of sparks erupted from the point of impact all but stopping the projectile. With its speed so reduced, the bullet was no longer a threat and the stranger swatted it out of the air. But that little interaction proved too great for the magical field as it began wavering. The stranger appeared not to notice the status of his defenses and kept his rifle trained on Integra.
For her part the head of the Hellsing family had remained cool and unflinching throughout the exchange. She glared at Alucard, and he just shrugged and lowered his gun. She turned her gaze back to the man who still had not moved.
"Why are you in my basement vampire?"
The man's eyes glowed bright for a moment at Integra's remark, but he lowered his gun. With a sigh, he returned it to the holster.
"I am no vampire."
"Then tell me. What are you?" Her gaze was cold and unforgiving, but the stranger seemed neither to care nor even to notice.
He raised his left arm, giving them a clear view for the first time. He was studying his hand with its cruel metallic fingers. "I was human, once." The arm dropped back to his side. "Now…." He shook his head slightly, sending his hair shifting in all directions. "If you must name me, you can call me demon."