Disclaimer: I don't own Hellsing. I don't own any of the characters or ideas used in it. I can only say I'm borrowing them without the intent of profiting from their use. Only the first two chapters will directly take events from the anime, I'm just getting the revision finished before the original plot can begin.

Author's note: The first two chapters cover the prelude, focusing on Captain Pickman's survival at the tower of London, and his establishment as the successor of the Hellsing organization.

The moon rose above the Tower of London as a group of armoured personnel carriers from the Hellsing Organization parked outside the gates. Soldiers were stationed on standby at the entrance wating for the order to attack. Captain Pickman stood near his APC, going over his gear before he was briefed by the Commander.

"Pickman!" called Commander Fargason. The captain quickly joined his superior. "The targets are not ghouls. The targets are freaks. You'll note that they're wearing SAS uniforms, but they are still vampires. Make sure your men know to aim for the head and chest".

Pickman nodded at the advice "I never expected to end up fighting the SAS sir." Pickman commented.

"Especially in the middle of the tower." Fargason responded. "Remember lad. Both God, and her majesty is with us." Fargason looked up at the tower, preparing himself for the battle to come.

"Amen." Pickman replied. He turned to his troops. "All right, split into groups of two and sweep the area. Gamble's unit is already pinned down by freaks inside so we need to move quickly to secure the area."

The unit moved through the gates and divided along the prearranged routes. Pickman took two men with him and began down his route.

"We're surrounded inside the tower." Reported an increasingly desperate soldier. Gamble's team, Pickman figured, had already lost allot of men, and the remainder would be low on ammo and morale. "We are requesting backup! We need backu-aaugh!" The voice cut off and soon after Pickman began to hear gunfire and explosions erupt from the areas his unit had divided to cover.

The radio became jammed with transmissions reporting contact with the enemy and soon became louder with gunfire and strained voices requesting backup and medical assistance.

Pickman's monitoring of the radio was cut off by a burst of sub-machine gun fire narrowly missing the man to his left.

Pickman looked ahead, spotting a blue-uniformed SAS vampire hanging from the ceiling of the tunnel ahead. Pickman's team returned fire, the automatic rounds tearing into the vampire from a distance.

It took a full clip from each man before the freak ceased movement and began to dissolve into the dust it and it's sacrilegious brethren were truly composed of. The group reloaded and continued into a courtyard.

Another vampire waited there. Unarmed it slowly shambled towards the group. The situation was odd, but Pickman chose not to question it as he and his men fired bursts of SMG ammo into the freak's face, literally tearing it apart with a multitude of rounds.

The headless corpse fell to the ground in front of the team as Pickman took the chance to pause and activate his radio. The frequency was dead silent, a sign that the freaks had likely killed most, if not all of his men.

He quickly switched to the command frequency. "This is Pickman. We're heading for Beachum Tower." There was no response. He tapped his headset to make sure it still worked and then continued. "What's the situation outside. Portknight, are you-" He cut off as he heard the leafs behind him rustle with movement.

Damn, he thought as he turned around. That freak we killed must have been a lure to get us out into the open. Sure enough all he could see was the legs of his last comrade being pulled into the branches above. "Blast." He said. His voice taking a sarcastic tone with the annoyance at being in such a poor situation.

He turned forward again, seeing a pair of SAS vampires walking towards him with the intent of eliminating the final human remaining in the tower.

With his MP5 at only a quarter clip after the last vampire Pickman wouldn't last long. Instead he drew his glock, firing a few rounds into the freak on his left before shifting his aim to the right one. "Damn." He cursed, seeing the freaks shrug off the bullets with ease. He opened fire with his MP5 on the freak approaching to his right.

The leafs behind Pickman rustled again as a third vampire jumped out behind him, still carrying the body of one of Pickman's men. However, before it could reach the Hellsing captain a bullet tore through the side of it's head, cutting it's leap short and sending the body flying away from Pickman.

Pickman looked to the wall on his left, seeing a familiar red coated figure. "Alucard!" He shouted, hoping to confirm the identity a possible ally.

"Sorry, I'm running a bit late." Answered the Hellsing vampire, as sarcastic and nonchalant as ever. Alucard fired another round from his Jackal, easily re-killing the vampire on Pickman's left.

"I abhor tardiness." Pickman responded, trying to match the confidence of the immortal killing machine whom had just aided him. He then turned his attention to the remaining freak, bringing it down with a combined hail of bullets from his two firearms.

With his safety temporarily gained Pickman took in the situation. He was the only human remaining in a fortress of the damned. His men, and the men of every other Hellsing team, were likely dead. His only ally could care less if Pickman lived or died. Pickman was alone in the tower, with only his guns and the honor of the Hellsing Organization to support him.

That was the key, honor, the pride of Hellsing. He couldn't betray the dedication of his men by cowering until death took him.

He looked at his surroundings. There was a dead comrade behind him on the path. Silently he walked up to it, kneeled beside the corpse, muttered a quick prayer, shooting the soldier after finishing with a solemn "Amen".

Pickman let his helmet fall to the ground, it wouldn't protect him. He looked over to the wall and found that Alucard had begun to walk away slowly. Pickman smirked, feeling his confidence return with his confirmation to carry on the mission. "After losing so many men I'd better be victorious."

Alucard reacted to the statement, responding "Spoken like a true soldier of Hellsing." He continued to walk away. Likely to begin a massacre, Pickman thought. Those bastards deserve it too. Facing Alucard in battle was not something Pickman would envy those vampires for.