A/N: I know I have not written in a long time and I have people waiting for the third chapter for It's Showtime since forever now. I have writer's block for that story but hopefully a new chapter will come out within the next few weeks. This is my first Hellsing fanfiction story. I really hope you all like it. I am probably going to end up revising and editing this chapter to make it even better. Please leave reviews as I will read every single one of them for suggestions, advice, ideas, etc. Please be advised that this first chapter is a lot like the first episode of the original Hellsing. Enjoy and let me know what you think.

It had been a long week and night for the twenty-two year old from working two jobs and going to school. Swamped young Freya let herself fall to her silky black sheets hugging her pillow to her head while looking out her window at the starry sky in her dark room. There were only a few clouds in the night sky and a red moon.

A red moon, Freya thought, how unusual. She slowly got off her bed running a hand through her long wavy dark brown hair to get a better look. She slowly smiled to herself. "It almost looks like blood," she spook softly to herself.

After a while, Freya turned on her 40 inch LCD Insignia TV to watching the original Hellsing for the first time. Being so exhausted as she was, Freya was struggling to keep her eyes open. Each time she blinks her eyes become heavier and heavier. The last thing she remembers before falling asleep was Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing on a helicopter speaking into her headset, "I'm letting you know that I'm already on my way to Cheddar Village. Please try not to worry. The hunter I sent in is perfectly suited to this type of situation. Just leave everything to us."

Running, running as fast as she can. Why was she running? Where was she running too? When did she even start running? She did not know, she just knew she had to run. Freya stops when she hear the rustling of tree branches. She turns quickly with her gun pointed at a woman who was moaning and moving a lot like a zombie. A gun? Where did I get a gun? Freya was confused, "It's not human." Before she could further react, a white gloved hand went through the woman with a loud groan turning her into nothing more than dust. Now standing in the place of the woman was a black hair tall slender man dressed in a classic Victorian fashion, including a charcoal suit, leather riding boots, and a flamboyant, intricately knotted red ascot, covered by a full length, red frock overcoat. The man wore a red fedora with a wide, floppy brim and a pair of circular, heavily tinted, wire-framed, orange sunglasses with goggle like sidings to cover his red eyes. On his gloves with a star and symbols that Freya did not understand with the words "Hellsing ● Hells Gate Arrested ● Gott Mit Uns ● And Shine Heaven Now" around the star. Why does he look so familiar?

"Hmm, beautiful night isn't it girl," the man spoke smoothly. "It's especially beautiful of course if you're a blood sucker."

Shaking with fear, a finger squeezes the trigger and a shot hits the man in the left shoulder. Oh no! Did I do that? Laughter. Why is he laughing? The man's bullet wound quickly heals and Freya turns and runs as fast as her legs can go. "What's going on? Where am I? This is all so confusing. How did I get here? Was I sleep walking," so many questions ran through Freya's mind. Freya walks up to a church in a cemetery and sees a light coming from the window. Maybe I can get some answers from here. She walks to the door with caution and realizes the gun still in her hands. A gun in a church, is that even aloud? Slowly she opens the door with the gun pointed in front of her with the only sound coming from her black knee high gothic combat boats when stepping inside.

"The church has always offered sanctuary to those who are in distress," a priest walks over to the alter.

"Ah, good evening Father," her statement sounding more like a question.

"And a very good evening to you young lady. So fresh, so full of life. So frightened by the evil creatures that walk the night. Poor little thing," the priest spoke

"Are you really a priest?"

"I'm merely a guide to the weak of hearts," he stated.

"Well then, you see I have no idea where I am," the priest walks closer to Freya, "I have no clue how I got here. I was at home watching a show and then I fell asleep. Then there was this girl, so zombie like-"

"You're speaking of the ghouls that you saw outside," the priest interrupted.


"They are the undead slaves of the vampire. When the vampire drinks a human's blood the corpse left behind will move under the vampire's control."


"Of course, vampires can't turn every human they drink of one of their own. For example," The priest stared at Freya and lifted a hand then the helpless girl was somehow pulled to him until she was in his arms.

"Let me go!"

"Changing you into a ghoul would be such a waste. The blood that courses through your body is warmer and sweeter than you can imagine," he laughed as he unzipped Freya's leather jacket revealing her black tank top and began tracing along her collarbone with his fingers.

"Let me go or else I'll shoot and blow your brains out and then everyone will find out," Freya tried to left the gun but it seems like it weighed a ton and she seemed almost drained of energy.

"I know you are feeling pain but I will give you pleasure and it will last forever."

A crash. The door of the church crumbled to pieces. The priest put an arm around the girl's neck holding her to himself so she cannot escape.

"I've had enough of you," it was the man from before, "Goddamn punk!"

"And who are you," the priest scoffed.

"My name is Alucard. I'm but a servant of the Hellsing Organization. I deal with garbage like you."

"Garbage like me? HA! Who do you think you're talking too? Have you lost your mind," spoke the over confident priest.

"No. You're even less than garbage. You're just scum and that ridiculous costume. You look like some sort of sad carnival freak," Alucard took some steps closure to the priest smiling. "Just looking at you wearing those priest robes, don't you have any shame? I thought scum could at least feel shame."

"I think you should die now," the priest growled. Ghouls that were once police officers stood up from the church benches and turned to Alucard raising their guns.

"Are those ghouls," Freya questioned.

"You are a fool who creates slaves to do his dirty work. A coward and an incompetent incapable of doing anything on your own. You're not worthy of the lowest pits of Hell."

"Just kill him," the priest yells.

The ghouls fire at Alucard with the bullets ripping at his body. Blood and flesh flying everywhere. An arm falls off his body. Freya watches wide eyed never seeing anything like this before in her life. Her body is trembling yet she seems to be frozen. The priest snaps his fingers and the firing ceases. Alucard's body falls to the bloody floor seemingly to be dead with bullet holes everywhere. His sunglasses are the last to fall to the ground breaking.

"It looks like somebody was all talk," the priest smiles.

Wanting to cry but not being able to find the tears, Freya gasps and slowly lowers her head thinking she is a goner letting her long hair fall in her face. Laughter. The bloody corpse was laughing. Blood off the floor seemed to be pulling towards the corpse. The limb laying on the floor was turning into nothing but shadows.

"What," the corpse moves using a hand to help himself up and looks up towards the priest. "Oh God."

"Shooting me is not going to do you any good," Alucard's body seems to be nothing but shadows slowing forming back together with fangs showing and eyes glowing red.

"What's this?"

"You'll need more than guns to stop me," Alucard grinned.

"Hurry up and kill him," the priest ordered the ghouls.

Alucard pulls out a gun and starts shooting the ghouls. "He's not human," whispered Freya watching.

"Stop it. What are you doing? Both of us are vampires," spoke the worried priest.

Changing clips, "You act more like a cockroach than a proper vampire. Left on your own you would cover the world in filth." Alucard cocks his gun with his teeth, "I can't stand your kind. You don't have the self-respect to be a vampire you undead maggot. You barely know what you are. As for me, I have my own reasons for serving my human master. But that's not a story for trash like you." He aims his gun at the priest, "This fires a 13 millimeter explosive round. A silver cross from Lanchester Church was melted into the alloy for the bullets. Prepare yourself for an eternity in Hell."

The priest holds the girl up in front of him hiding himself behind her with is arm around her neck tightly lifting her inches off the ground, "You'll have to kill the girl to get to me and I don't think you can plaything of the humans," the priest laughs. "But-but come now, we're both vampires. No? Humans are less than cattle when compared to us. Forget your human masters. Let me escape. You can even come with me. We could work together. Can't you understand? We could be powerful together. Two vampires. Two armed vampires!"

Freya and Alucard stare at each other with Freya almost in a trance, "Girl," he spoke telepathically.


"Stop it! Are you listening to me," yells the priest.

"I'm going to fire my gun now and the bullet will rip through you lungs before it hits the maggot vampire's heart," he spoke aloud ignoring the priest.

"I-But wait a minute," the priest panicked.

"I know you don't want to die tonight. Do you want to come with me?"

"No! No, hold on," the priest trying to break up the conversation.

"I can't force you into this. The decision has to be made of your own free will. So make the choice."

"Yes," Freya closes her eyes preparing herself for what was to come next.

Alucard smirks and fires his gun. The bullet rips through the girl's right lung and hits the vampire behind turning him into dust. The girl hits the ground with a groan of pain. Unable to move she slowly opens her teary blue eyes and sees Alucard standing over her. He slowly kneels putting his arms around her lifting her upper body off the ground, "remember the choice was always yours girl." He brings his face down to hers and licks up the blood on the side of her mouth. In pain she just stares, "this is where you're supposed to close your eyes." Freya could not help but give a faint weak smile making him smirk with a chuckle. He opens his mouth wide revealing his sharp fangs and goes to bite her neck tasting her sweet warm blood. Is this all just a dream? Freya passes out.

A blue eyed and long blond hair Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing who wears a green blazer and trousers, a white button shirt, black shoes, blue tie with a silver cross, and a pair of circular wire-rimmed glasses stands in the middle of the road watching the distance waiting. She sees her vampire servant walking up with an unconscious young brunette around her own age wrapped in a blanket in his arms.

"Mission objective accomplished. The target vampire has been silenced. The limited power release is completed," Alucard told his master.

"It took you far too long to silence just one target," Integra said holding her cigar looking at the newborn vampire in Alucard's arms. "I'll have someone take care of her," she walks away.

"No," Integra stops, "I want the girl to join the Hellsing Organization."

"You don't make decisions," she turns to Alucard.

"She made the choice for herself."

Integra walks off, "It's time for us to leave."

Alucard watches his master step into the helicopter and take off then looks at Freya who has barely woken, "this was a perfect night, right?"