Woohoo, reviews! Special thanks to the people who reviewed. They have my gratitude and respect. Well, after a few brainstorms, I came up with a few great ideas. Now, if some of you do not like them, please, by all means, voice your concerns. I want to know what you think. Well, lets get on with the show, shall we?

Heads up: I do not own Hellsing. Big suprise!

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H and Integra had nearly finished their meals, while Alucard and Seras simply relaxed and took occasional sips of the blood now in their glasses. Walter had been dismissed by Integra, so he had retired to his quarters. As Integra finished her meal, she withdrew a cigar from her pocket. "Do you mind if I smoke?"

"Not at all, Sir Hellsing. Thank you for being so kind as to ask, though," H replied, pushing his plate to the side. "That was excellent. My compliments to the chef... well, I suppose I might as well explain myself." Integra and Seras both focused their attantion on him instantly. Alucard seemed to be indifferent.

"Explain yourself?" Integra asked as she lit the cigar. "In what way?"

"Well, for starters, the scar. And Seras wanted to know how I joined Hellsing. But we'll start with the scar. It all started with the P.R.A.S. unit I was in-" H paused when Seras raised her hand. "Yes?"

"What is that? P.R.A.S.?" she leaned forward, eager to learn more about her new comrade.

"Paranormal Response And Supression," Integra told her as she exhaled a cloud of smoke. "It's a special unit that deals with things other than vampires. It's usually where Hellsing gets its recruits. Is that how you got into Hellsings, H?"

"Hah... correct," H smirked. "But it took the total destruction of my squad for me to finally join. But that story will be told later. For now, the scar." He pointed at the affor-mentioned injury. "This came from a Chupacabra."

"A chuba-what?" Seras blinked, confused and lost.

"Spanish for 'Goat Sucker'. It sucks the blood from goats and chickens, according to Mexican legends. They are reported in certain parts of Mexico and Texas," Integra seemed to know more about the subject than expected.

"Yes, but the one I fought was in Texas. And everything is bigger in Texas. Reports said it was a simple mop-up operaton. The thing had cleaned out a few farms, and my team had been covertly called in to eliminate it. But, to our suprise, it was a "Chupacabra Grande". We found it on a farm around nightfall. It had killed all the cattle, and the owner of the farm had called the police. We had been on stand-by... so in we went, and in we died. Three of my comrades where shredded, and I was the one it decided to drink from," H pointed at the scar again.

"And yet here you are, alive and well. How does a human survive being mutilated by a vampiric beast?" Alucard commented.

"I'm hard to kill. It missed my major arteries, but it still tore me up pretty badly. I managed to get my gun loose from my holster. The thing might have stood up to a farmer's .22 hunting rifle, but a point blank shot from a .357 Magnum put it out for good," H formed the shape of a gun with his hand. "Bang. Thing was down, and I passed out. Woke up a few days later in a hospital. Doc said I was lucky... my superiors told him it had been a coyote. Haha... he believed it, too."

"Well, that was an interesting tale," Integra remarked. "You must be very lucky when it comes to injuries."

"Oh, you have no idea," H leaned back into his chair. "I've had worse..."

"You aren't human, are you?" Alucard said with a smirk. Silence fell upon the room, and H returned the smirk.

"Human, you ask? Well, what defines a person as human?" he replied.

"Answer the question," Integra suddenly commanded him. H's smirk faded.

"I consider myself to be human. But with all the wounds I have recieved, I wouldn't be suprised if I turned out to be a freaky vampire, chupacabra, and whatever else hybrid mutant thing," he shrugged. Integra studied him with a piercing gaze, then stuck her cigar back in her mouth and closed her eyes.

"That is good enough for now..." she told him. H smiled, then leaned forward.

"So, who wants to hear another story?" he asked. Seras smiled and raised her hand, and Integra waved her hand in an 'I-don't-care-get-on-with-it" manner. Alucard still seemed to think it was a waste of his precious, yet unlimited, time. "Excellent. Give me a second to think of one... oh right, how I joined Hellsing. It's not much to it, really. I was part of a SWAT team in a small town. A vampire made snacks out of a few residents, and soon ghouls where crawling all over the town. Well, Hellsing's American branch and P.R.A.S. held a joint operation, and I was the only survivor. P.R.A.S. found me first, and my survival impressed them. They asked me to join, and I did. Later on, Hellsing asked me to consider joining them. It wasn't until I went on a mission and lost all my comrades and the entire squad under my command that I actually considered joining. A couple of years later, I heard the top ranks of Hellsing where hurting and needed new recruits. So I volunteered. That's about it..."

"Interesting. How did you survive?" Seras asked him.

"Which time? The town was simple. I barricaded myself in a gun store after my team got whiped out trying to rescue some survivors. I used every bullet in the store, too. The time I lost my team and comrades... well, that is not a tale for today. I'm sorry," he told them. Seras frowned in dissappointment, Integra nodded in acceptance, and Alucard leaned back into his chair and laughed.

"You seem to be incredibly hard to kill. The only survivor in several instances, and even having your neck ripped apart didn't end your life. There is truly something about you I should know..." Alucard ajusted his glasses and studied H intently. "Regardless, you may have use to us. I shall enjoy seeing you in action on our next mission."

"That means he likes you," Seras whispered. Alucard glared at her. "Or not..." H shrugged again and smiled.

"Well, I suppose I've kept you all entertained long enough. Sir Hellsing, shall we end this dinner?" he looked at Integra. She nodded, then stood up and exhaled a large cloud of smoke.

"I, too, wish to see you're combat abilities in action. I will be sure to send you on the next available mission with Alucard and Seras. Now, you may return to your room if you wish. Or you may explore the mansion. Just don't cause trouble, or interupt me in my office. Good night," she turned and left the room. Alucard dissapeared into a cloud of dust shortly afterwards, and Seras left to go take a walk now that the sun had set. H decided to head back to his room for a minute. When he got back to his quarters, he found a note on the floor in front of the door.

"Dear H," it read. "The door will be coming out of your paycheck. Signed, Integra."

"Crap..." H groaned.

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The plot thickens, doesn't it?