It isn't really easy to be part of an organization dedicated to the eradication of your kind.

It's actually rather amusing.

I have been a servant of the Hellsing family for four generations now: Abraham Van Helsing, who captured me and to whom I swore service; Jacob Hellsing, whom released me as a weapon in the Second World War; Lionel Hellsing, who viewed me as little more than a pet that would bite the hand that fed it; and Integra Hellsing, who is the last of the line at the moment, and possibly for a good while, seeing as how she has neither heir nor consort.

Unless you want to count me.

I suppose that the hardest part is keeping a straight face as the humans try to take out my kind with silver bullets and other such weapons. True, blessed silver and other such items can be trouble, even unto our destruction, but it would require a quantity larger than they carry to take on a true Undead. After all, it took both a rather large silver pike and the morning light to finish Incognito, the brunt of my powers to finish Rip Van Winkle, and the subtle nuances of the battle between sire and offspring to finish Erik Valar.

And then the Police Girl siding with them more than not. It's hilarious at times, but out of respect I limit my amusement to a few chuckles and a constant smirk. James would doubtless laugh with me if he understood the full import of the situation.

And yet there are those that have managed to gain my respect out of the human corps. Peter Fargason, merely for surviving as much as he did on his wits and his cunning. Richard Pickman, who was the longest lasting member of the Tower of London attack. I remember that night so well.

Integra was in the lower chambers of the Manor, preparing for the Maundy ceremony that we believed was going to take place at the Hellsing house when I felt the stirrings of Incognito and the Police Girls urgency. I smiled.

Some fun was in the offing.

I interrupted Integra's prayer by casting the image of the sigils that bound my will to that of the Hellsing Master beneath her feet. As she looked up, calling my name, I merely chuckled.

"Your Queen will not be coming."

She demanded an explanation.

"You'll going to have to keep yourself out of trouble for a while. I'm going out to have a bit of fun."

I apparated to the Tower, shooting a FREAK off the back of Pickman as he shot both his pistol and his MP5 at the two approaching him from the front. He looked over, calling out. "Alucard?"

I stood there, the Jackal still levelled at the spot where I had fired. "Sorry I'm running a bit late."

"I abhor your tardiness."

He shot the man that had been with him for most of the battle. "After loosing so many men, I'd better be victorious," he said, a toothy grin on his face.

He would have made a good vampire.

"Spoken like a true soldier of Hellsing," I said, joining him on the ground.

Oh, what a battle we had. I would walk into a room and clear it of the FREAKS and he would lob a grenade in behind me, the explosion destroying the bodies and finishing anything that might have escaped my notice. I walked out of the fire and smoke of one such explosion and heard him whistle at my appearance, jacket billowing in the wind, hat low over my face.

The Police Girl showed up soon thereafter, fighting her way into the Tower. I reached out and touched her mind.

"Enjoy it, Police Girl. Revel in the massacre." I pointed my pistols to either side, arms crossed and fired, taking out two FREAKS to either side of me.

"What does not kill you makes you strong."

I continued along, partaking in the largest Search and Destroy mission I had seen since the War. It was fun, but far too simple. I ached for the confrontation with Incognito.

I shot behind me, taking out another of the FREAKS. I heard a voice over the report of my Jackal.

"Alucard,"

I turned; Pickman was fetched up against a low fence, hands over his middle. I looked at him.

"There's a bullet in your stomach," I said.

"Please," he said.

I stepped forward. No one had ever asked me please before.

At least, not being preceded or followed by no. I usually heard it as 'No, please no."

I was intrigued.

"I want to be human," he struggled to get out. "For Hellsing." He gasped in pain. "Let me," he said.

He didn't need to finish. I smiled as I raised the Jackal and fired the last shot from the magazine I was on.

After I laid him in a comfortable position and placed my hat over his face, I ejected the spent clip and slammed my last one in place, calling out.

"Incognito! How much longer must I play with your pathetic golems?"

Ah, the battle that followed was one I've not had in an age. But that is another tale for another time.

I have to admit, that there is much that I enjoy about working with this group. I get blood twice nightly, and free reign to hunt down the mockeries that have been made by humans, and I have for the first time someone that is worthy of my servitude and that has awoken a part of me I thought long dead.

Personally, I couldn't have it better.

I take that back.

Fresh blood would be better than the cold pre-packaged plasma. It's like the difference between fifty year old Scotch and cough syrup. There's alcohol in both, but you know which tastes better.

Ah, Integra is calling. There's been some sort of incursion in Southampton. Time for me to go and have a bit of fun. Seems that an old friend has decided to make an appearance on the Island.

How I enjoy this job.