Harrods's, London
Seras pushed her way through the crowd carrying grocery bags in the one hand and shopping bags in the other. Geez, all this shopping has made me thirsty. Luckily I snuck a blood packet into my handbag before a left the manor, Seras thought to herself rushing to the nearest restroom.
She sat in one of the empty quibbles –her shopping bags taking most of the space- and quickly drank from her blood packet.
Two men clad in dark khaki pants and leather jackets stepped into the women's restroom, hiding mini MSG machine guns beneath their jackets.
"I thought you said that Hellsing bitch went this way… Well she ain't here, now what?" one man asked his comrade. The other man looked around trying to find tracks that could lead them to their target.
Seras over heard their conversation and took her black eight millimeter Desert Eagle pistol called 'Black Bird' from her handbag, shoved her empty blood packet in her handbag. She took the safety off her gun as quietly as possible and leaned against the door to listen to their breathing to locate their positions.
She phased through the door and shot both men right in between the eyes. With no time to react they simply reduced to a pile of grey dust. Seras scooped up the vampire remains and flushed it down the toilet. She grabbed their weapons and shoved them into her bags.
Taking her bags in hand, she concentrated all her powers on teleporting to her apartment; instead she ended up in the alley next to her apartment building.
"Oh well close enough," she sighed and made her way up the stairs.
Buckingham Palace, London
The car slowed down in front of Buckingham Palace. The iron gates opened slowly, testing Integra's patience, her grip on her sword's scabbard tightened in frustration.
The car came to a halt in front of two magnificent double doors; Pierre stepped out of the car and opened the car door for his master. Integra looked in awe at the doors, even though this is the third time she has seen them, they still capture her with their beauty.
A man walked towards her, he is most likely one of the Knight's manservant.
He gave a slight bow. "Sir Integra if you would please follow me, the Knights are waiting for you," he said softly.
Integra follow the old manservant and her own manservant followed not too far behind. They used a secret passage to travel down to the dungeons where the original round table now resides.
The manservant stopped at two old steel reinforced wooden doors and pushed them open quietly. Integra walked inside and the doors closed behind her with Pierre waiting for her outside.
Old men in designer suits glared at her in her arrival, only one did not look at her. She assumed that he was the president of this 'Trinity Organization'.
Integra pulled an empty chair an inch from the table and sat down, resting her elbows on the table with her hands folded in front of her mouth.
"We are glad you could join us Sir Integra on such short notice," an old man said sitting at the head of the table.
"Yes, well it has been five years since a saw the Knights of the Round Table… But in any case what do you want?" She asked narrowing her eyes; Integra knew all too well that these men are as powerful as they are devious.
"Hmm, very well this man next to me is Michelle Havierre Penchant, the president of the Trinity Organization," He grunted slightly, gesturing to Michelle that he can take over the talking now.
"First of all it is an honor and pleasure to meet you Sir Integra," he said looking at her with his night blue eyes, "There have been an increasing number of FREAK and ghoul incidents all over Europe and I was hoping we could join forces in preventing the next Armageddon."
"What?" Integra asked in disbelief of what she had just heard.
The old man spoke again, "Yes, what he says is true. We would greatly appreciate your help."
Integra sat there for a few moments trying to digest the fact that she is about to accept the responsibility of saving mankind from the Armageddon. "Where is this ordeal going to take place?"
"Well, suspect it will start off in Nice and then move all over Europe," Michelle answered tilting his head side ways, letting his long black hair fall over his face.
"You 'suspect'?" Integra's neck stiffened. It was one thing that she hated the most was half done work. "I would like to be fully informed about the situation before I involve my agents," she requested, if not ordered. She knew all about the hassle of transporting a vampire and she has two.
"All right, fair enough, I'll tell you one of my family's most guarded secrets…" his voice trailed off as he flipped his head backwards to remove his hair from his eyes.
"About five hundred years ago the organization known as 'Trinity' was founded by Xavier Penchant. He made an alliance with one of the most powerful vampires in France, Eleanor von Mort. She was once the countess of Nice, but she was exiled from France because the French Royal family was afraid of what would happen to them if their enemies found out they used 'Black' magic to win their wars." He told it in such a manner that anyone else would have thought it was a history lesson.
"She was human at that time. She took refuge in the castle of Walachia in Transylvania as a servant. Upon her return to France she was turned by him. He tormented her since she was a child due to her great power in Black magic. He thought that once he turned her, she would be at his side for eternity, but alas she chose to stay with her royal Transylvanian lover-"
"Who is this 'him' character you referring to?" Integra asked interrupting him.
"Hmph, very well if you wish to know. He is the Devil himself, Satan, who fell from God's grace because he desired power."
He started where he stopped before he was rudely interrupted but who could truly blame Integra? "Her Transylvanian lover was turned as well but not by her. Oh yes, I nearly forgot, your vampire also helped to prevent the first Armageddon. But this action came with a sacrifice of a life, so Eleanor offered up her undead life to save us mortals."
Integra flinched when she heard her vampire was involved with saving mankind. It did not seem like Alucard to help anyone but himself. Then it struck her like a bolt of lightning; Alucard was about five hundred and sixty-two years old.
"No!! It can't be… Oh God, oh God!! My father tamed the very monster he sought to destroy!? That means that Alucard is… he is… Oh God forgive me!" Integra shouted, her hands trembling slightly at the fact that the vampire that protected her all these years was true monster.
"The truth hurts, doesn't it Sir Integra?" Michelle asked seeing the blonde haired woman beat herself up for housing a true monster.
Hellsing Manor, London
Alucard sat in his spacious room, drinking his usual glass of blood mixed with fine wine. Besides the human soldiers he was the only other Hellsing member in the manor.
He looked at a dark corner in his room, wondering what is little fledgling was up to. Alucard closed his eyes to search for his fledgling's power, her essence. He found her in her apartment, doing stupid human things.
He drifted into a light sleep, dreaming. In this dream he sat on the ground in the pouring rain holding a beautiful woman in his arms.
"Eleanor, ma amour… wait for me. Be it Heaven or Hell I will join you," he said as a single tear slid down his cheek as he bid his final farewell.
Alucard awoke from his dream breathing heavily, feeling sudden grief and sorrow wash over him. What is this feeling? Why do I feel this sorrow over a dead woman I can hardly remember? The No-Life-King asked himself repeatedly.
He saw that woman's face again, her image lingered in his mind, he then realized that the woman looks like Seras except the woman in his dream has long flowing hair and not a short muffle of hair like his fledgling has.
Alucard stood up from his chair and strode to his black coffin and removed all his clothes, save his pants. He closed his coffin once he was inside, he always preferred the darkness and pondered about the dream he just had.
He woke up after a few hours and felt that something or someone was watching him. He phased through his coffin and looked around sensing something, but what?
He took his gun in hand the 'Black Jackal'. He walked around the sub-levels of Hellsing searching for this… thing.
A black hand shot through Alucard's chest like a bullet. He coughed up at least a litter of blood.
"Power release level one, hold release until enemy is eternally silenced," Alucard's eyes widened in pleasure of having a proper fight after five years.
Alucard summoned his familiars and commanded them to eat away at the unfortunate person who attacked him.
The black figure got ripped to a bloody mess before it spoke. "Well you haven't changed in the slightest, have you?" it asked mockingly.
"Who are you?" Alucard roared.
The strange being began to regenerate and stood up, equally as tall as Alucard. "My my, don't tell me they erased your memory when they took you in as a pet."
"What are you talking about vermin? My memory is perfectly intact." He replied.
"Then how come you don't remember me? I was your archenemy at one time before…" the creature's voice trailed off without finishing his sentence. "Let me guess you don't even remember our precious Eleanor. Am I right?" he was starting to play with Alucard.
"That is for me to know," he purred back.
"Very well, I will see you again soon enough. Then we shall find out." A bitter laughter filled the air as he disappeared.
Alucard looked around the bloodied corridor wondering what he will tell his Master when she returns.
"Well it doesn't really matter. Master will mostly likely shout at me either way." Alucard told himself, "but that dream is something to be concerned about. That creature might be the same one that attacked Seras earlier. Why does she look so similar if not identical to that woman in my dreams?"
He walked back to his room and sank into his chair, waiting for something interesting to happen and it was hardly interesting to watch the humans train. So he waited…