It had been a particularly quite afternoon that day at the Iscariot Organization. Enrico was hard at "work." Well, as much work as the Arch Bishop was permitted to do. Not that he didn't take full advantage of the fact that the Arch Bishop was not permitted to overwork himself. Enrico Maxwell had been riffling through the mail that had been delivered that morning when his eyes were drawn to an envelope with a very familiar seal adorning the signature. His eyes filled with disgust, but he couldn't help but wonder what that dear Sir Integra thought had to be sent to the Iscariot. He carefully ripped at the seal and slipped a thin sheet of folded paper out of it. From what he could tell, it looked like an invitation of sorts. He began reading.

"Dear Iscariot Organization XIII of the Holy Roman Empire,

You are cordially invited to the Royal Order of Protestant Knight's Annual Inauguration Banquet. For more information pertaining to this most prestigious event, such as date and time, please contact Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing as soon as humanly possible. Thank you and please reply back promptly.

Yours Truly,

The Royal Order of Protestant Knights."

How interesting..The Hellsing Organization is hosting the Banquet this year. We will have to respond soon. Enrico was deep in thought when he heard a knock on his door.

Quickly putting the Invitation aside, Enrico shuffled papers over his desk to make it seem as if he was working productively.

"Come in," He spoke cooly. The door creaked open a blond man walked in holding a small stack of papers.

"I'm sorry to bother you but their are some papers that you'll need to be signing." The Iscariot priest spoke calmly and smiled to his former pupil.

"Ahh, of course! Yes," He spoke as he rose to take them out of the older man's hands.

"Oh, by the way, we have been invited to the Inauguration Banquet again this year, and guess who is hosting," He spoke with enthusiasm.

I can only hazard so many guesses.

Paladin Alexander Anderson was thinking bitterly to himself. He had already guessed that of course they of all people would be hosting the event this year round. Hoe he hated the Hellsing Organization, not to mention the pointless parties held for countless religious orders to become recognized for their 'good deeds.' He couldn't see why they didn't just take the Lord's word as a reward for their deeds. But no, they needed to be given huge sums of money and be recognized officially. It disgusted him.

"We should definetley be getting ready for the fight to London promptly," Enrico was now on more of a rant as Alexander's mind returned to the scene in front of him. He was not by any means going this year. No, absolutely not, not if it was held by those bastards.

"Actually Enrico, I well, seem to be feeling a little under the weather, and I'm afraid I will not be able to attend this year," He forced out innocently, waiting for the Arch Bishop's reply.

"What?! No, you must go! What if they sick their pet on me?"

"Sister Heinkel and Sister Yumie will be with you," He started walking out of the room before the man before him could go on anymore.

"I'm truly sorry, but I just cannot force myself to go all the way to England this time around," he said as he left the room and continued to walk down the hallway.

"Phew, lucky I got out of that one," He sighed inwardly to himself as he walked and entered his own quarters.

Days later, Alexander Anderson was standing out in the courtyard, feigning illness, seeing off his companions. Sister Heinkel was as stoic as ever, and Sister Yumie had been following her in toe to Maxwell's private jet. The priest had thought bringing in a private jet was a bit much, but it was Maxwell. And what Maxwell wanted, he more of less got. Sometimes it made him sick to his stomach at how self centered Enrico Maxwell could get. He was still very young for an Arch Bishop, and some of the things that he still does need repentance. He had actually been caught with one of the sisters in a confessional. Anderson had to wonder how he of all people could become a most holy Arch Bishop.

But he still clings to when Enrico was a mere child in the orphanage. He missed those days dearly.

He was quickly snapped out of his thoughts when he reached his quarters His room was small at his request. Anderson wasn't really one for elegance. He walked into the room to be greeted by the familiar blue curtains adorning the small windows. Few possessions such as pictures laid on the windowsill. He walked up to his moderately sized bed and promptly collapsed to the comfort of the feather light pillows and blankets. In minutes he was asleep.

Alucard had been waiting for the right moment. The perfect moment to make his move was right before his eyes. Of course he knew he had to work fast due to the event that his master was hosting. The vampire then noticed the familiar aura of his beloved's dreamless sleep. At long last he had his chance and he promptly went after it. Alucard disappeared into the shadows only to reappear in front of the angelic sleeping form.

Alucard merely watched the sleeping form before him. He was absolutely perfect in every way. Alucard was lost in his own devious fantasies about his dear angel.

He's perfect, so perfect! I could... Just ravish him right here.


 A devious grin grew on the vampire's face but it quickly vanished when he was startled out of his naughty thoughts by Anderson's stirring. Alucard brought his shadowy tendrils out from the darkness of the room and gently wrapped his beloved enemy in them. Once they were both concieled, Alucard transported himself and the sleeping priest back to the vampire's shadowy domain.