Life had gotten interesting for me. And not in the good way. Sorry, for the long delay, but I have had stuff to deal with.

I know this is a short chapter, but you are going to have to deal with it.

I do not own Hellsing or any affiliated characters.

However, I do own John Riley, so please ask for permission before using him in a story.

All reviews welcome. justified flames accepted, and advice apreciated.

PS: I am thinking of making this the first book in a trilogy.


The Next Night

I woke up tired and irritable, which is how I usually find myself these days. I stumbled out of the nice queen sized bed. I walked over to the bathroom and splashed water on my face. No matter how hard you try the human body was never made for nocturnal life, it wants to be awake during the day and sleep at night. I put on my clothes and my gear. I scratch at my chin to check my stubble. Good, I didn't miss any spots last night. I walk out the door and walk down the corridor, ignoring the artwork, and the uncomfortable chairs they had put there. I walk down the main staircase and see Disney, with him is possibly one of the tallest men I had ever seen. He was also wearing the most, well weird costume I had ever seen. It was all red leather, even the hat he was wearing. His sunglasses were red as well. He was a vamp. A powerful one at that by the look of him. You know, for a organization dedicated to hunting down these undead abominations, they sure kept a lot around. I walk up to Disney and the tall guy in the red leather. I say nonchalant, "Hay Disney where did you pick up the circus freak?" Disney blanches and looks like he is about to pass out. So, the vamp has got to be freakishly powerful. And when vamps are powerful they are as arrogant as can be. Heck when they aren't powerful they are arrogant. The only difference as that the powerful ones have go t the power to be arrogant. I continue, "So, are you going to introduce us Disney or are we going to stand here all night?" The vamp in red has got a smirk on his face. One that I really want to wipe off with a shotgun shell. I know his type. The type that not only accepts being a vampire, a predator of humanity, they relish their role in the food chain. They throw off all pretense of ever being human. Easy as hell to find, they are the only vamps that don't bother with breathing, hard as hell to kill. Disney regains his composure and says, "Lord Alucard this is John Riley, the American vampire hunter. Mr. Riley this is Lord Alucard." I arch my eyebrow at the Lord, but I don't say anything. We stare at each other. Or to be more accurate he stares down at me and I stare up at him. After a minute of silence he says, "Greetings, mortal hunter." I grin and reply, "Hello Al."

We were sent to root out a vampire lair in a warehouse. We were walking and I was getting bored so I decided to play with fire. I say to Al, "So, are you really him?" He glances at me, no expression on his face. He drawls, "What do you mean mortal?" He spits out mortal like a dire curse word. I turn to him and reply, "Dracula, the original vamp. Bloodsucker extrodinaire. Supposedly cursed by God himself. The big, bad vampire who is every hunter's worst nightmare. Are you him?" He smirks at me the arrogance covers his face like a storm cloud. He draws himself up to his full height and says, "I am he, cursed by God to forever drink the blood of the children of Adam and Eve." I smirk at him, "Whatever you say, Al." I turn back and continue strolling down the street. After another 10 minutes of silence, I reach the warehous. I don't even bother to look back. The warehouse is nondescript, no sign, no lights, not even a security guard. I draw both Caladbolg and Vajra. I say aloud, "I'll take front door, you can take the back." Al materializes out of a shadow in a doorway, nods at me then disappears into the shadow again.

Third Person Perspective

Inside the warehouse there was a poker competition going on. About 15 or so vampires playing to see who could get the human. The grand-prize so to speak. They had a couple of spectators and a couple of look-outs in case the cops came. A youngish vampire walked up to the dealer at the head table and said, "Boss, Tom has gone missing." The vampire referred to as the Boss shook his head and said, "That wanker probably went off to get himself some blood." The Boss looked at one of the vampires who had lost all the blood he had, the Boss said, "Hey if you want to make up some of your losses tonight you can stand guard with the other chaps." The vampire thought about it, and thought, what the hey at least I can make back something tonight." He talked with the vampire guard who had come up to the Boss and then walked towards his assigned post. He walked past a crate and then with a deafening roar his head disintegrated. The Boss stood up and said, "What the in the bloody blaz..." The rest of the words were lost another roar, with the sound, the Boss's head had a new hole in it. John walked out from behind the crate, and Alucard stepped out from a shadow. John said, "Evening folks, no begins your express ride to hell. Courtesy of John Riley and the Hellsing organization.

There is a stillness after the words. None of the vampires know what to do, they are in a state of shock. A state that John Riley is happy to take advantage of. He runs forward firing both Caladbolg and Vajra. Alucard casually picks off vamps with his handguns. Vampires are being dusted off left and right.

First Person Perspective

I hid behind a table while I reloaded. It was the only thing that I really wish I could change about Vajra and Caladbolg, the length of time it takes to reload. There, done, I shoved the last shell into the breech and jerked the lever up into the firing position. I run out from the table and onto one of the few chairs left standing. I ride the chair, blasting away two vamps, then going into a roll, once I hit the ground. I stand up firing Vajra straight into the face of a vamp. There is silence in the room, for a moment nothing disturbs it until. CLICK

The sound of a semi-automatic pistol being cocked. A sound that you really don't want to hear, because it means that someone has got the drop on you, and it letting you know he has it. Someone was sneaky enough, good enough, and lucky enough to have the perfect shot at you and they want you to realize it too. I whirl around and see Al's grinning face in the damned red suit of his. His eyes are covered by those weird shades and he is that someone who has a handgun pointed directly at me. He sloly pulls back on the trigger until, BOOM.