I own neither Hellsing nor Final Fantasy VII.

Author's note: Writing this story is like trying to pull dragon's teeth, difficult, but still rewarding. Queensryche's Operation: Mindcrime has been very inspiring. Eyes of a Stranger fits Vincent Valentine so well. I mean, how many people have issues like he does?

Integra sighed. She'd hoped to get some well-deserved rest. Nights off were few and far between for her. Sometimes being the head of a supernatural defense force wasn't as glorious as it sounded. She patted imaginary pockets, seeking cigars that she hadn't brought along. Irritable, she glared at the intruder who caused this trouble, but he was still, eyes unfocussed and gun at the ready.

"Our invader is a Turk. How fitting."

She narrowed her eyes. Alucard knew something, and wasn't sharing, but his wide smile meant trouble. A clatter brought her attention back to the stranger. He had dropped his rifle to the floor, and had fallen to his knees with shoulders slumped.

Seras had heard the man speak, though none of it made any sense to her. It was like hearing one end of a conversation she knew nothing about. Who or what was Jenova? Hojo sounded like a name at least, but not one with which she was familiar. A dark tingle caused the hairs on the back of her neck to stand on end, breaking her reverie. The man was rising from the ground, deliberate and steady, somehow changed. Seras recalled that she had placed herself between this man and her companions, and felt rather uneasy at the new development.

"Can you truly identify a demon? Such creatures are able to wear the guise of a human much as you wear clothing." Though his voice was as calm and quiet as ever, it had gained an edge. His head snapped up, revealing not just a wide grin, but also fangs the equal of any vampire's. Waves of an intangible evil emanated from him as he surveyed the Hellsing camp.

"What an interesting arrangement we have here. The human's leashed the vampires."

"What manner of freak are you?"

Blazing eyes shot to Integra. His grin didn't waver and he inspected her as if she were some kind of pest. She seethed at his disrespect and wished that she'd brought a weapon along.

They underestimated him, as he'd known they would. Though bound in the inferior human form of Vincent, he moved with a speed that far beyond that of a normal human and seized the female vampire by the throat. So thoughtless of her to have placed herself so near. But so perfect for him. Her eyes went wide with shock when the metal of his left hand met her neck.

"The humans have named me Chaos."

Her hands flew to her throat in an attempt to remove his. He laughed at her struggle, a harsh and inhuman sound. His eyes glowed with an unholy light as he raised her off the ground. With sadistic glee he slowly tightened his grip and one by one each metal finger punctured her tender skin. Tears welled up in her eyes as her blood trickled out from between his fingers and onto her collar. She looked at her master, desperate for help. The demon saw her bid for help and with a snort of derision he threw her to the ground.

"Pitiful." He watched her coughing for a few moments before raising his eyes to meet Alucard's. He pointed a bloodstained finger at Seras.

"This one is your fledgling, Midian? So weak."

"Your blood reeks. You're no demon, just a man made freak."

The demon's smile vanished and he lunged at the vampire in a rage. Alucard grinned as he dodged the metal claw.

"Alucard! Destroy the freak!" The sharp command from Integra brought the vampire up short.

He pulled the Jackal out and stopped the demon's enraged charge short. His finger tightened on the trigger.

"If only it were so easy…."

A shot rang out, tearing into the demon's chest. It tore straight through, tearing his clothes and cloak, splattering the wall behind with blood. He fell to the floor and a pool of dark red flowed from the hole in his chest. The blood glowed and pulsed around him as though it was still directed by a heartbeat. His cloak spread out behind, a ragged hole marking the bullet's exit from his body. The wall even glowed faintly where the blood had landed.

"This one is not the standard freak. You said his blood reeked?"

Integra was determined to get as much information from him as she could. Damn vampire rationed it into meager portions. She knew he wasn't even telling her half of what he'd learned.

"Yes. Worse than that Vatican lap dog Anderson's."

"So he's not a regenerator then?"

"No, and he's not dead either."

"Really?"