London, United Kingdom. It was still somewhat early in the day, but the police needed to get started on their search. They had gone to each of the houses of the victims, in order to obtain a something with their scent on it to give their dogs. People were eager to cooperate with law enforcement in hopes of their family or friends returning home. What they didn't know, however, was that these police officers were in fact not. They were H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. agents in police uniform in order to blend in and gain immediate compliance without the use of fear. The only indicator of their status were red armbands on their left side with the Hellsing family crest on them.

These faux-police officers split the samples amongst thirty teams of two, plus one hound before taking off to search around the last known locations of the victims in hopes of catching onto their scent. All of the teams were divided this way, except one. This particular team happened to be made up of members of the supernatural unit, so one of them was a grim reaper and the other was taking the form of a dog.

Amelie assumed the shape of what appeared to be a white, wolf-like "dog" while Audrey dawned the police disguise. The wolf-girl would rather have been teamed up with her usual partner in crime, but alas, it was daytime, making that an impossibility for her vampiric girlfriend.

She was still excited, nonetheless. It had been ages since she had been taken for a walk in this form, after all. Once they arrived at their destination, Audrey crouched down and took the tupperwear container out of his bag to hold out to the lycanthrope.

"Alright. Time to work." He sighed. "Let's search for a few hours, then we'll take a break for lunch, okay?"

Since Amelie's vocal chords aren't quite "right" for speaking in this shape, she nodded as reply before sniffing the T-shirt that the reaper held out to her. She then stood up and began walking, her claws clicking against the concrete of the sidewalk as she tugged at her leash. The wolf-girl's head was down as she sniffed along the trail, her temporary partner following along as she led him down the street. She led the reaper down alleyways and across traffic in a way that seemed as though she were simply trying to annoy him. Amelie made the man hop fences and stop for girls who wanted to pet "the cute policeman's cute doggie".

"Amelie, you useless lesbian…" Audrey internally grumbled, trying to maintain a friendly image as the girls pet the werewolf's head.

"So, what's his name?" asked one of the girls, looking up at Audrey as she rubbed Amelie's ears.

"Her name's Amelie." The reaper stated.

"Oh, she's a girl!" one of the other women said. "That's so pretty. Is she your dog, or does she belong to the police?"

"Uh, she's a police-dog. Her usual handler couldn't take her out today, so I was asked to. She usually stays with her." Audrey was starting to wonder how much longer this was going to take. He wasn't very good at talking to women, and was starting to get a bit nervous. After a while, however, Amelie stood up from her seated position and stepped on the man's foot to capture his attention. She then started tugging at her leash again.

"What is it?" he asked, forgetting that she couldn't answer him and that the others had no idea of her status as a supernatural.

"Looks like something's sparked her interest." One of the girls said. Amelie glared up at her for a moment before tugging again, forcing her partner to step forward before taking off completely.

"I guess it's time for me to go!" Audrey said, now having to run to keep up with the wolf-girl as the other two women laughed at him. He was forced to run a few blocks, but nearly fell over when Amelie made a sharp turn into an alleyway. The reaper grunted as he was forced against the wall, his eyes snapping shut briefly. Moments later, they shot open again as he felt a gloved hand pressed against his mouth.

"Sssh…" shushed Amelie, pressing one of her fingers against her lips.

She had resumed her human shape and was fully decked out in her H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. uniform. It was useless for her to wear a police disguise, as she looked too young to pass herself off as an officer of the law. She was short for her age as a human, after all. The coat of her uniform didn't even fit her correctly and was baggy on her frame, which is why she hardly wore it and simply tied it around her waist.

Now, however, in this cold autumn air, she had to wear it, appearing suddenly to the faux-policeman as a very petite soldier. She couldn't transform in front of humans, which was why she dragged the reaper here to speak. Once the man figured this out, he let go of the leash that was still around her neck and nodded, causing her to take her hand away.

"What is it?" he asked in a hushed tone.

"They were vampires." Amelie bluntly whispered, prompting a look of confusion to form on her partner's face.

"It's the middle of the day, though?" he questioned. "I know it's cloudy, but isn't that enough sun to hurt them?"

"Shade gel." The wolf-girl explained. "They reek of it. It protects against the sun for a few hours. You can get it from the Wolf's Glen witches, but H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. doesn't know how to make it."

"Oh. I see…" said Audrey. He should probably ask Dafydd about possibly making some, but now wasn't the time to linger on it. "So why did we need to get away from them?"

"They also smelled like the T-shirt." To that, the reaper's eyes widened.

"Shouldn't we follow them, then?!" he asked, but Amelie shook her head.

"Non. Too much work. I just followed their scent back." She said. "The T-shirt smell is stronger now."

"So we're getting closer?"

"Oui. Just a little more."

With that, the girl bent down and turned back into a "dog". She looked up at the reaper, waiting for him to resume the disguise so that they could dig deeper. The man, however, had to think about it for a little longer; or rather, on his partner's strangeness, to be precise. Amelie is very direct in a way that was just odd.

Eventually, he shook the thought away, bending forward to pick up the leash before being led out of the alleyway by the "policedog". They then proceeded to walk casually as Amelie continued to follow the scent. Their pace slowed as things started to look a bit run-down. There were buildings in disrepair, covered in graffiti. The word "Gentlemen" appeared several times in white paint, indicating that they were in their territory. Getting into a fight now, would be bad. They could feel eyes watching them as they progressed and the urge to turn back only grew in the reaper.

Soon, his partner stopped completely in front of a small house covered in plants. Upon further inspection, there was a large stone out front with a white "G" spraypainted on it. Audrey looked down at the wolf-girl.

"Here?" he asked, earning a small nod. With that, he took out his cell-phone and typed in the address with a request for backup.

It only took a few moments to receive an affirmative reply. They would have to wait before they had even the slightest hope of searching the place. It was an unfortunate necessity, as they were currently in a not-so-safe place to wait in. Audrey was starting to wonder if every person who passed by was a vampire, as he had no way of telling. With each passerby, the man would look down at his associate, only to see the wolf-girl staring blankly ahead with a bored expression on her face.

Somehow, it only made the reaper more anxious. Audrey simply had no idea how to read the girl, and wondered how on earth Charlotte managed so easily. She's so odd, but Charlotte just accepts it. Come to think of it, there was another couple he knew who was similarly peculiar, so in the end, Audrey just assumed that the vampire's skill in dealing with Amelie was just part of being in love with her.

"Oh!" called a voice, prompting the attention of the two agents. Audrey turned his head to see the woman from before. "Hello again, officer." She greeted with a smile.

"Hello." Audrey said, attempting to sound friendly. He didn't quite know how to react, as the woman was probably in league with Gentlemen, given the fact that the victim's scent was on her. She was probably going to walk into the house that he was currently standing in front of, so he would have to come up with an excuse. Meanwhile, his associate simply stared at the woman, watching her every move.

"Is there a reason why you're standing in front of my house?" Bingo. Audrey's guess was correct. Now, however, came the difficult part.

"Not especially. I'm just resting." The faux-policeman answered. "Amelie dragged me all over the place, so I'm just trying to catch my breath."

"Oh, are sure you didn't just want to see me again?" the daytime vampire teased, causing a small blush to appear on the man's cheeks.

"No, no! I'm not a stalker, or anything. It's just a coincidence." Audrey insisted. He felt awkward and that feeling only worsened when he looked down to see Amelie looking at him with an expression that could only be read as "judgmental". He shot a mean look back at her before the woman in front of them spoke again.

"Well, if you want, you can come inside for a cup of tea." The vampire suggested, startling the reaper. She looked down at Amelie. "I can probably find a treat for her as well."

Before Audrey could protest, Amelie stood up and wagged her tail. She then proceeded to follow the woman to the front door, much to Audrey's terror. He had no idea if Amelie knew what she was doing, or was seriously interested in the idea of a snack. It didn't matter as Audrey somehow found himself dragged into the woman's front room with the door shut behind him. It was at that moment that he completely froze.

"Come into the kitchen, and brew the tea." The vampire said as she walked by, pausing to pat his "dog" on the head. "I'll get you something to eat, too, girl."

With that, she disappeared into the house, and his partner was following after her. Audrey was nearly shaking. He had no idea what was in this house and he wasn't sufficiently armed to deal with much. All he had a handgun and a knife hidden in his uniform, which wasn't enough to deal with a house full of vampires.

Still, Amelie was calm, even as she reached the door to the kitchen. The wolf-girl paused, turning her head to grab the leash in her mouth and tug it out of the man's hands. She dropped it to the ground before nodding toward the door. Her partner gave a small nod and reached into his coat to grasp at the handle of his gun. After taking a deep breath, he opened the door. Lo and behold, the woman was behind it, ready to strike.

The vampire leaped at him, baring her fangs. The police officer looked like an easy kill, but she didn't count on Amelie pouncing. The wolf's teeth stabbed into the vampire's neck as Amelie's claws tore into her skin. The werewolf let go and jumped back, leaving her foe completely stunned and bleeding profusely.

Amelie landed on her feet in human form, spitting her opponent's blood to the side as more of it stained her lips and cheeks. She grabbed her knife from its sheath strapped to her leg before charging at the vampire again. Even though the woman brought her arms up to shield herself, the H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. operative's weapon still bore itself into her chest. Amelie stabbed her in the heart, forcing her to the floor. She pressed it in harder for a few seconds to make sure that she met her target. When the woman turned into a pile of ash and clothing, the wolf-girl stood up again and placed her weapon back where it belonged before looking at Audrey. For the first time all day, her face seemed animated as a look of surprise came over her. Her partner looked genuinely horrified.

"U-uh…" Audrey began, pointing at his mouth. He made a little "wiping" gesture. "You got a little…" Amelie brought a hand up to her face, brushing her fingers against the side of her mouth.

"Oh…" she said before wiping her face with the back of her glove. "Sorry."

"No, it's alright." Her accomplice stated. "I should really be used to it, by now. It's still new to see your coworkers tearing people's throats out."

"Oh…" Amelie replied, looking down at the floor.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt your feelings!" the reaper said, putting his hands up in front of him. "It's just that we're not on a lot of missions together, so seeing you with blood on your face is a bit… new."

"I'm a werewolf. It's what we do…" the girl replied. "Do you always hesitate on missions?"

"No, it's just that I didn't know what all we were up against and wasn't sure if we were ready…"

"So you can't sense stuff?"

"No, I'm pretty ordinary. Blame my human genetics." Bones jested. "Why didn't you just shoot her?"

"Guns make too much noise." Amelie answered. "There weren't any more like her in the house, but a gunshot would alert her neighbours that something is wrong."

"But what about…?" the reaper began. "What about the victims?"

"They're here." His coworker said. Silently, she began walking around, occasionally sniffing the air. Soon, Audrey began to smell blood as they found a door.

"In here." Amelie said, trying the doorknob. Of course it was locked. Instead of wasting much time on it, she simply kicked the door in, causing it to fly off its hinges and fall down a flight of stairs. A few sounds of surprise were heard from somewhere in the darkness.

Audrey reached down to his belt and grabbed his flashlight before shining it down the steps. He led the way as Amelie followed him. The stairs complained as the two made their descent, making their way to the basement of the house. Once their feet made contact with the floor, the reaper shined his light around the room, pausing when it fell on a table covered in medical supplies. There were also soda bottles filled with what he assumed was blood.

"Audrey!" the wolf-girl called, prompting his attention. He turned around to see the girl crouched in front of a few of the captives who were chained to the wall. There were only five out of the estimated thirty, but it was progress. All of them were women except for one teenaged boy. They huddled together and shook in fear as they stared at Amelie, specifically her blood-smeared face.

"No! Wait! Don't be scared!" Audrey said. "We're the good guys! We're here to get you out…"

The group said nothing and only shook their heads. Amelie made a face of acknowledgement as she put it all together. She wiped her mouth again before pointing at her face.

"Non, this is from the crazy lady upstairs." She said. "I killed her."

"We're from a special group who deals with people like her." Audrey explained. "We're the H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. organization. We hunt down and kill monsters. We're not going to hurt you…"

"You should probably tell our backup that we found them." Suggested Amelie. "I don't know how to deal with this." After looking to the victims for another moment or so, Audrey straightened his back and took out his phone.

"Right…" he said, dialing it and placing it up to his ear. "This is agent Baines. We found a few."


A/N: Good job, soldier.

I wanted to do a chapter like this for a while. Just the H.E.L.L.S.I.G. homies...

So this is what Bones has been up to. Working.

Like a responsible adult.

Until the next chapter, my duckies~!


CHARACTER SHET

Question: "Question for Ciel: Has anyone ever asked you if you know how to read Braille ( the writing for blind people) ? If not, do you know how to read it?" by trancyhive18

Ciel's Answer: "I'm missing an eye, not blind. No one has ever asked me that. I'm not Cecil Hauntington..."

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Question: "To Integra, Detective Bailey, and whoever else wants to answer- What would your reaction be to seeing Ciel and Alois being all cute and lovey dovey to each other when they thought no one was watching?" by BlazeingEcho

Sir Integra's Answer: "I'd be glad that my plan to make them more tolerable is working. I'm also just happy that they're happy. As long as they aren't being obscene or should be working instead, I don't mind."

Detective (Micheal) Bailey's Answer: "How the hell can they...? But they're so...? How can people like that be all mushy toward each other?"

Detective (Gabriel) Bailey's Answer: "Way to go, Kiddo! Don't let him get away, haha! (Just put a ring on it already.)"

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Question: "But question for Sebastian- seeing how happy ciel is with alois, does it make you think you could find any one out there who could make you feel the same way? Wouldn't you like to have someone to share your "family" with? I know you don't need any one, but wouldn't it be nice to have a special women or man in your life?" by lynnstormfiction

Sebastian's Answer: "Not especially. While I'm very glad for my master and for mister Trancy, I still don't quite understand romantic love, myself. I don't know if I have a need someone like that. I'm happy having this 'family' all to myself, for now. I guess one could say that I've come to 'love' them. That, I can somewhat understand."

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Question: "Question for Ciel, Alois, and Sebastian; we all know that demons can heal quickly, but does the pain go away with the wound? If so, how long does it normally last? Can you also please explain how a blessed blade works? I never really could grasp the concept. Thank you!" by Fanfiction3

Ciel's Answer: "I'm not entirely sure how they work, but blessed blades hurt. The wound burns even after the blade's been withdrawn. While normal weapons hurt quite a bit, antifreak weapons hurt a lot more. The pain even stops when regeneration is complete. Enchanted weapons sort of ache for a while afterwards."

Miranda's Answer (Because She Knows): "All antifreak weapons have been blessed, which, just as that implies, has a somewhat "holy" significance. Really, though, what gets demons, and subsequently most other supernaturals is a series of symbols and sigils that when blessed, can block the flow of supernatural energy in a being completely, rendering their ability to heal useless. These symbols are either located on the handle, or the blade of a weapon, or etched into the surface of a bullet. They can't be painted, because they'll just burn off upon being fired, and etching on them doesn't mess with the aim or anything because bullets spin to equal themselves out so they can fire straight.

Anyway, that's why you aim in the head or the heart, because without that energy, they work in the exact same way as a humans and they will be killed by that kind of injury. That said, when hit with an ordinary blade or bullet, the energy is still flowing, and there will be no effect (unless it's a weaker demon, which in that case, they'll be stunned for a bit). Demons don't need their organs to live. All they need is a demonic soul, which grants them their power, as made evident by specimen #D03 (Alois) in Sir Phantomhive's resurrection experiment. The body that was crafted was without a doubt, 100% biologically human, but once the soul was added, it became demonic. This proves the hypothesis true, that energy is what makes the demon. Sever that bond, and they're mortal, as further proven in the incident of specimen #R01 (Revy) when he tried to take Alois' soul. It weakened him to the point where it even made him require sleep like a human.

Isn't that incredible?"