Long delay I know, but I was studying for and having exams.

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I heaved the handbrake up as a floored the accelerator pedal. For a few moments I listen to the sounds around me. The screeching of tires, the engines roaring, the subtle whir of the defroster, th rhythmic thump of the windshield wipers, and the patter of the rain pelting the car. I listen. Then gently, almost reverently, I grasped the handbrake. It was moments like these that I lived for, the adrenaline pumped through my blood, I was seeing everything in an icy clarity. It was times like these which I lived for. The life or death times, the you or them times, the hunter and the prey times, times which are so easily reversed. I pressed the button on the handbrake and I shoved it down. I was shoved back into my seat as the Viper leaped forward. I got jerked forward as we fit the handicap ramp. Then for a few glorious seconds we were airborne. I glance over and see Vicky grasping bracing herself against the dashboard. I turn back and brace myself. Suddenly my body is jerked forward. The seatbelt tightens its grip on me, making sure I don't crack my head against the wheel. I wait for it, then a second jerk forward, my ribcage is feeling quite battered by now. But I jerk the wheel to one side and I hit the brakes. We skid for a couple of feet then stop, finally. But there is no rest for me, I pull out Harry and open the door. I step out, and I scan the area as I walk towards the vamps car. The jag's roof had been torn off, the wheel's for the viper that I had taken were gone. Both cars were pretty battered but theirs was looking a lot worse. I cocked the .44, and raised up it up and sighted on a body in the car. Torn up pretty bad and most other people would assumed the person was dead, I didn't. I fired and the bullet went right through the heart. One vamp raised his arms in a gesture for mercy. Unfortunately for him my lifetime supply of mercy had run out a few years ago. Harry roared again and another vampire bit the dust. I sighted on the last vampire, going for his gun. He glanced up as he was bringing his gun to bear and he saw Harry and me. He stopped dead. Excuse the pun. I shook my head as I made eye contact with him. I looked into those damn red-eyes, and saw the animal desperation in them. He raised the pistol. The bullet went through his sport jacket and his heart. He crumbled into dust. I looked up and let the rain wash my face. I let the rain wash away the pain. I let it wash away the memories.

I was in the shower. It was one of those nice ones with a bunch of different nozzles all over. I the heat seeps through me, easing tense muscles and aching bones. I remember a promise to myself about shaving when I got back and groaned at the thought of getting out of the shower into the cold world that lay beyond. I scratch at my stubble it was getting pretty damn close to being a full on beard. In the end it was thought of Sasha teasing me about the beard that got me out of the shower and onto the cold stone floor. I grab at my razor and rush back in. I soap up my face and think as I shave think back to how I met Sasha.

Off The Coast Of California – 9 years ago

I was just paddling along on my surfboard. Wasn't very good at surfing and I try my best, but right now all I was doing was relaxing on my back in the spring sun. I gave the occasional kick to give the illusion I was doing something but for the most part I was just dozing in my wetsuit. It was peaceful. Then I hear a voice calling out to me, "Shaka." I raise my head from the the salty water and look around. I see a drop dead gorgeous surfer girl in a Quicksilver wetsuit. I sit up straight and raise my hand, extended my pinkie and thumb while keeping the other fingers curled in the traditional surfer greeting and replied, "Shaka and Aloha." I look her over. She has the tanned skin of surfer girl and short black hair. It is kinda hard to tell how tall she is while she is sitting on her board but I would guess maybe around the same 6 ft that I am, give or take a few inches. The black and dark blue wetsuit highlights her body. And a good body it is. Her eyes are enchanting and bewitching, their green as gold as spring. She interrupts my thoughts, "Well, are you going to stare at me all day or you actually going to get some surfing done?" I blush. I have to admit to myself that I'm not really good with women and that most of my relationships have ended with the girl dumping me. In fact every one of them had dumped me, all five of them. I decide not to let that stop me right before she says, "Oh my goodness, was that an actual blush?" I can already hear the laughter coming to ring in my ears. I make another decision to actually say something before I look like a mute idiot. I say the first thing that pops into my mind, "So, what's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?" I proceed to give myself a swift mental kick. Now, she has got to think that I am a retard that can speak occasionally. She replies before I can dive into the ocean and drown myself with shame, "So do you have a name or do people just call you blush?" I decide it can't get much worse then this so I say, "My name is John." A moment of awkward silence then she says in a mischievous tone, "John? Just John? Were you some poor unfortunate who wasn't born with a last name. Or are you a criminal on the run from the law." She says all of this with a smile to let me know she is joking. I say, "My name is John Riley. And you are?" She smiles a wicked little smile, "Me? I am just Sasha."

London, England – Present day

I walk toward the doors and take a deep breath. Not that I need to breathe anymore but it helps to calm me down. I open one of the oak double dorrs and walk in. Lady Integra is working at her desk. She looks up and says, "Seras please sit down. I will only be a moment." I sit down in the cushioned chair. I look around the office, its nice, in a Victorian sense. Olive green walls, lots of paintings of the Hellsing ancestors, and big bay windows letting the night sky in. I glance concerned out there and decide I have about 45 minutes before sunrise. With one last flourish of the pen, she sighs and leans back into her overstuffed leather chair. She says, "What are your estimates of the new recruits?" I mentally review everybody in my head and respond, "They are all taking to the training very well. Some are of course doing better then others, but I will have to admit all of them are having trouble adjusting to the fact that vampires do exisit in out world." She nods her head in response and says, "And what about the American, this John Riley?" I say, "He is experienced and competent. He has been hunting vampires for year and knows their habits what they like to do. He also has a keen eye for observation. His combat skills are above par for a human." Silence fills the room as Integra pulls out a small file from her ornate rosewood desk, she opens in. Her voice rings out as she says, "Do you know why I was hesitant to let him stay in London?" I shook my head, "I do not like Americans. I do not like what they stand for and I do not like what they did to the British Empire. After their successful revolution, it started a domino affect which can still be felt in our modern era. However, that is Americans in general. What I do not like about John Riley is the fact that this is all I know about him." She tosses the file to me. I pick it up and open it. I read through it very quickly for there is only 2 pages. One page stating that he had been born the other page stating that he had gone missing and was wanted for questioning in a murder investigation. I look up and ask, "How did the murder investigation go?" She replies, "After 3 weeks of investigating the local police forces stopped investigating though the case has never been officially closed." I think about what has been said and ask, "What do you want me to do?" Silence rushes into the room before it is dispelled again by he voice, "Mr. Riley has in interesting character by all accounts. I want you to fill in the blanks of his character and his history." A voice drawls from the right beside Seras, "Yes, he seems to be such an unordinary mortal. I would look to meet him." I jump out of my chair screaming, "What? Where? How the hell did you sneak up on me like that!" He turns his gaze towards me unblinking and says, "Policewoman, you do not need to get so excited over the smallest things." He turns his gaze towards Integra and continues, "Yes, in a very short time he has caused much speculation, even Walter in interested in him. I would most definitely like to meet this... John Riley."