Van Gann smirked walking down the old, cold stone steps; yes everything was indeed becoming more and more perfect. Seeing just what Seras could do helped Van Gann decide it was time to resurrect Cain. Even for the pervious Dracula Cain was a match for, yet neither could gain a clear advantage over the other, which made this girl perfect for Cain. She had the same powers as her master once did, but she did not know how to use them to the full extent like Alucard did, and for all Van Gann knew she only had one familiar.
Of course the problem in the past with people trying to resurrect Cain was that it either required the blood of a powerful vampire, of several buckets of virgin blood. The last time he had tried too Van Gann wanted to live through it, wanted to see Cain's power, but now times were different. Van Gann was to use him to bring Cain back to life; his memories would easily help Cain identify the blonde Vampire heir.
Van Gann walked down into the stone tome, seeing the mangled corpses with torn throats, dried trails of blood running towards an Egyptian crafted stone coffin. Lifting the lid with ease Van Gann let the stone fall to the ground, cracking. Inside rested the dried up corpse of what seemed like a man. Van Gann sighed as he worked the jaw of the corpse open and reached for one of the old daggers on the ground, it was time. Van Gann stood over the corpse's mouth and pressed the knife against his own throat, he should not worry, after all Cain will gain the knowledge he needs from his blood. Thus Van Gann pressed the blade against his flesh and sent it across his neck in a quick smooth motion.
He stood up out of the coffin, steeping his right foot out onto the ground before his left, his full six foot tall figure standing tall as he held the dried up body of his servant Van Gann, tossing him aside. His tanned face scanned the stone walls, his attire having not changed since his first death, and thus was little more than ragged tan colored robes. His head clean shaven, not a speck of hair on his head as it seemed there almost weren't follicles on his scalp, as well upon his brow, not even eyebrows or eyelashes existed on his face.
Cain walked out of the stone area, rather surprised when he reached ground level to find a brightly lit home. The interior decorated with high class furniture and art pieces, and the walls painted a pearl white, untarnished by human hands. As Cain walked bare footed he was not surprised that this home was seemingly deserted, but what did surprise him was when he reached a small dining area. For on the table were several photographs, both in color and monotone of the girl. The blonde that Van Gann's memories claimed to be Dracula's heir.
He felt the other presence now, he did not care, and if this other person was hostile he could handle it without raising much of an effort. However, who ever this being was it did not even seem to attempt to fight against Cain, or raise even attention to it. That was of course till a feminine voice rose from his right shoulder, young and highly pitched with young age, "So…when do you want to deal with them?"
"Later," Cain began to speak, picking up upon the modern variation of English perfectly from all the memories, "Van Gann was a headstrong fool, expecting me to be some sort of demon that strikes any opponent that fancies me, isn't there town practically destroyed?"
"Yes."
"That is enough of a reason to make them a downed enemy, a wounded enemy is an easy enemy. No, I will not attack them for some time. Give these…Hellsing time to rebuild, get things back to how they were before hand. I guess though that we must start getting our own affairs in order, get the numbers up and figure out these Hellsing. Wouldn't you agree…Yumie?"
Cain turned around with the smirk on his face, the best kept secret of a dead man; he doubted if Van Gann even had realized that she still existed. There before him stood the young woman, her nun issued robes tightly wrapping amongst the curves of her body, the long raven hair hanging low now, concealing her eyes. Her lips staying in a smirk, exposing her teeth, and along her neck was a scar, a mark of the healing that had to be done to bring her back, "Yep, a start would be wise."