"What do you mean company, Alucard?" Alucard's master replied, confusion and further annoyance sweeping across her delicate features.

Alucard smiled.

"We have visitors, master! And here I was thinking that tonight would be another boring night."

His smile became a smirk then, and Integra's annoyance peaked.

"What the hell is going on Alucard?" She roared.

Alucard opened his other eye, and his smirk was so amused that it looked like the precursor to a belly laugh. This sent a vein in Integra's forehead to twitching, but Alucard's amused drawl didn't seem to be affected. If anything it seemed more amused at his master's anger.

"Now, now my master, language."

Integra almost exploded. The look on Alucard's face stopped her though, that enjoyment, that baiting again. He was playing with her again, just like before when he had asked her if she wanted his blood. Damn him to hell. She would not loose her temper with him again, no she would not let him gain ground on her. She hadn't let this sort of thing happen to her before in ten years, she was not going to let it happen now.

Taking a breath Sir Integra sighed. She took a breath, slow and steady, then letting her eyes meet his again, she said.

"Alright Alucard, explain what is going on outside?"

"Well, master.."


Jon grunted as the blade cut through his shoulder. He had still caught the blade and it hurt like hell, hadn't had enough warning to completely avoid it, but he had minimized the damage. He had dropped, legs lost all support, him falling to his ankles. He had thrown himself backward then. The blade had missed his heart because of this, but he'd be damned if the bitch hadn't caught him across the top of his shoulder.

"Huh, down rite impressive fer ae protestant lap dawg." A voice ramble behind the young man.

Jon didn't move, he froze where he was, under the arm holding the second blade that had tried to strike downward after the first missed. Jon was directly under the man's arm, his right hand had reached around the man's arm and caught the oddly shaped sword by the top. It wasn't double edged. Jon was glad that his guess had been right, like this he could hold the blade for as long as he needed to, especially considering that the other blade that was slick with his blood was already past his body. Whoever this guy was, he wasn't gonna bring that blade back into play, not before things were done.

Jon moved, and he slammed his injured right shoulder back into his attacker so hard that he heard a creak of bone on impact. This staggered the man back and Jon caught him by the front of his shirt with one hand reversing his momentum and slamming his face first into the hard stone floor. Jon then dropped a heavy fist to the back of the blond man's head. He gave one more to be sure he was out. The splatter of blood that jutted on the stone told him that perhaps he had over reacted, but Jon wasn't very good at unkilling folks, so he sighed and got to his feet.

Touching his injured shoulder, Jon winced.

Damn it.

Blood was warm on Jon's hand, it came right along with the pain. And like the pain it wasn't helpful at all. Jon was about to release a vampire, no not a vampire, two vampires. He had almost forgotten about Ceres Victoria, but yeah, he really didn't want to be playing savior while bleeding. He wanted to be savior, not martyr.

Looking at the strange leather like material of his suit, Jon shrugged, and tore at his sleeve. Tearing the material into strips, he tied a few around the slash. It hurt to even touch it, and this told him that those had not been ordinary blades.

Shit, they stung.

After using up all the strips and being sure that he didn't have anymore blood flowing down his body, Jon felt confident enough to touch the first of the door handles. The thing was though, that Jon had two identical doors in front of him, big steel things, thick and covered in ward magiced bible pages. Looking at them, Jon wasn't sure which contained who. He just couldn't tell, and he wasn't in a hurry to let a hungry Alucard near him. That is unless they had fed the vampire. Yeah, the police were feeding the vampires, yeah right!

Tearing off the wards to the door on the left, Jon took a slow breath and opened the door. When he did, something leapt out at him. Jon bounced backward, and he was armed in a flash. The twin daggers had been hidden among the continuous black of his bodysuit, inside special built in sheaths, they were black from blade to hilt but they gleamed in the slight light of the torches that burned on the walls of either side of the hall.

The blades flashed again as he moved. He stopped then and stared. The thing that had jumped out at him was sitting on the floor, rubbing her backside.

"Ow..ow..ow." The girl almost chanted, rubbing her lower back and backside.

She had fallen, fallen out of the door, and landed on her butt. Jon blinked, and then he laughed. He laughed hard.

That perhaps wasn't the best thing to do. Her face turned indignant, and she glared at him. He just smiled, having stopped his laugh.

"What's so bloody funny?" She asked, her voice a fine mixture of sweet and sexy. The voice made him blink again. It wasn't what he had expected to come out of the girl's lips.

Well, she looked cute enough. Blond, petit, Caucasian by way of English heritage, it was apparent in the accent, a lot like Jeremy's actually, but a little less proper. Her body, well he wouldn't be much of a gentleman if he looked at her body.

"What are you looking at?" He voice was still indignant.

"Um….well I was just looking to see if you were hurt."

"I didn't fall on my chest!" She growled.

Jon blushed, yeah maybe he wasn't as much a gentlemen as he wanted himself to be. What could he say?

"Sorry."

She glared at him, really glared.

"Really, I'm sorry. And, um…." Jon gulped. He then looked at the blond girl and recognized her. Crap.

"Ceres Victoria?" He asked, his blush deepening.

The girl's eyes got wide then, and he noted that her eyes were crimson. Beautiful, but crimson. She definitely wasn't human.

"How do you know my name? You aren't a guard."

Jon looked at her, sighed and blushed again. He sighed once more, then ran his fingers through his dreadlocks. The young African-American man looked really embarrassed.

"I'm here to rescue you. My name's Jonathan, Jonathan Chaser. Hi." Jon said.

She hugged him, pressed her body against him. He was surprised as all get out, and well he was glad for the warm welcome. Pulling away, he felt a bit faint.

"Glad to see you." She said, and she smiled. Her smile was fanged, Jon didn't mind. Actually her little fangs were kinda hot. He shook his head, nope, he couldn't start thinking like that. He had a job to do, it was best that he finish it up. It was then that he heard Ceres' warning.

"Look out!"

Jon sidestepped, and tried to put his left fist through the arm that wielded the sword. He heard a satisfying crunch and he cursed as the second blade went through his injured shoulder.

A laugh exploded at his shoulder, and he knew it was the same guy that he thought he had killed. He didn't even need the voice that suddenly came with the sound of bone cracking as it was realigned.

"Filthy, vampir lover. So ya cem to lett go the Hellsing pet. You filthy protestants disgust mi." He pulled the sword out. Jon screamed.

"Now, now, ain't na that bad. I dina even kill ya yet, save the screams fer wen I kill ya. Scream fer mortal wunds."

Ceres' eyes went wide and she looked confused as to what to do. Jon followed her shifting gaze from him, where he had fallen to his knees with the removal of the sword, to the door that he knew Alucard must be behind.

"Let him out." Jon gasped.

Ceres made a move, but instantly he tossed the first blade, with the damn arm that Jon had broke. It whirled through the air and caught Ceres clear in the throat, pinning her to the door. She screamed then, soundless, well not soundless. Blood was keeping her from being soundless.

The scream though wasn't from the sword, Jon knew what the scream was from and it definitely wasn't the sword. It was that damned charm, black magic mixed with biblical scripture and faith. It was disgusting. It burned into the vampire's skin like a hot brand, and that was it. Jon couldn't watch this anymore.

The man began to laugh. His laugh was high and histerical, it was like he was going mad. And Jon had gone there, or rather he had become a Luna-tic. Yeah, Jon wasn't human, he never had been, and he howled his inhumanity.

The man's eyes went wide.

The howl tore from Jonathan's lips, hair raising and feral. His teeth lengthened into fangs, and for a moment, had he not howled perhaps the man would have been mistaken him for a vampire, perhaps not. But there was no mistake now. No mistake at all.

Jon's eyes shimmered with torch light suddenly, or rather it seemed torchlight, but the torchlight wasn't a deep metallic golden. It also didn't cause the sounds of tearing flesh, cracking bone, nor the wet and most assuredly unnatural sounds. No, all of these came from the young man as his muscles swelled, his height increased, and his nails stretched into lethal blades. Jon's fingers flexed, and the hand looked like a talon. Fur flowed over skin that had darkened from the color of milk chocolate, to ash, and that fur was the color of soot. Black on black. It made the stretching body suit look brighter by comparison.

Then the change was done, and a creature that looked more wolf than man-yet, frighteningly familiar from late night horror movies, turned and roared at his attacker. His fangs flashed, a mouth full of them, like knives and another howl broke the silence that was before filled with the sounds of Ceres Victoria.

Turning, the werewolf pulled the sword from Ceres' body, and impossibly strong arms supported her weight as she fell into them. It was then that she felt relief, felt his strength supporting her, protecting her. She also smelled his blood, and as if he could read her mind, his voice came. The same voice, from before though dropped a few octaves but some how coming from a wolf's muzzle.

"Drink….please."

"Drink, Police Girl." Alucard's voice agreed, behind them.