Welcome to the third chapter of my story

Sorry for the small delay, my word processor started going wacko on me. Also after this chapter the chapters should be getting longer.

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London, England - Present Day

"What is it, Walter? I have just had a very trying time with the round table. They are still positively livid about the fact that a ghoul army was able to penetrate the defenses of the manor so thoroughly." Walter paused knowing that things were not going well for Integra, but he needed to pass on this information, "The American has arrived and I have shown him to his quarters. He is however quite insistent to meet you." Integra muttered, "Stupid Americans. Loud, crass, and rude the lot of them." Walter spoke up, "Do not underestimate this American. He may present a front of being stupid but he seems to be quite intelligent." Integra nodded, Walter was very good at sizing up people's character. She said, "All right bring him to my office." Walter bowed and left to summon John.

"So how do I look, Disney?" I asked. Walter replied, "As disreputable as something the cat dragged in." "Thanks for the vote of confidence, Disney." I snapped at him. Walter smiled then went to the double doors, opened them and announced, "John Riley, the American vampire hunter." I walked on in, I didn't let the fact that Sir Integra Hellsing turned out to be a women perturb me at all. I walked into the room glanced around and sat down without being asked. Sir Integra Hellsing just stared at me while I sat down. I stared right back. The staring contest went on for 5 minutes. The stares were so intense that they would have hammered rivets into place. Still not conceding, Sir Integra said, "Welcome to London Mr. Riley. I hope you had a pleasent flight and that you have found your rooms comfortable." I replied, "Please call me John, and I may call you?" She replied, "You may address me as Sir Hellsing." I said, "All right ma'am, my flight was fine, and the rooms are great. Now I don't like beating around the bush so let me get straight to the point. I am here to hunt down a particular vampire. However due to a recent series of events your anti-vampire forces have been severely depleted. So in exchange for my expertise and assistance you will give me room and board and some free time to hunt down my vampire. If you have a problem with this then I will go pick up my bag and leave right now." The staring contest continued, steel rivets would have jumped into place by the intensity of their respective gazes.

Las Vegas, Nevada - 2 years ago

"In your dreams punk!" I push my head forward letting the knife cut into my skin, then slam straight backwards into the vamp's head. I hear the crunch of cartilage as his nose breaks. He yells, drops the knife and takes a few steps back. They are his last. I whip out the butterfly knife and ram it straight into his heart. I whip around snapping the SMG up and pull the trigger. The bullets come streaming out. I mow down most of them, there are only three left. I drop the SMG and draw out the shotguns. I dive forward and send two of the vamps to the hell they belong. Then there is that voice, "Drop the hand-cannons or the bitch gets it." I get up and look around, there is only one vamp left. He's got blond hair and brown eyes. He's about 5"11' and he has a woman in front of him with a 9 mm glock pointed at her head. The woman's scared shitless. She is begging me to put down my guns, I can hear her thoughts through the ringing in my ears. I look at that woman and think what have you done to deserve life? What have you done to make your mark on the world? Is there any reason why I shouldn't shoot through you to get to him?