The Vampire of the Opera

BY : Gypsy _Reaper
Category: Hellsing > AU - Alternate Universe
Dragon prints: 1667
Disclaimer: I don't own Hellsing or Phantom of the Opera, nor make money off this fic or the characters in it.

A.N: The song lyrics used are from the 2004 "Phantom of the Opera" movie.

Chapter One: "Insomnia Again?"

"Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation.
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination.
Silently the senses abandon their defenses

Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendour.
Grasp it, sense it tremulous and tender.
Turn your face away from the garish light of day,
Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light -
and listen to the music of the night...

Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams!
Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before!
Close your eyes,let your spirit start to soar!
And you'll live as you've never lived before...."

Jade eyes slowly opened, the sleeping occupant dragged forward to consciousnous by the strange words weaving themselves in and out of his slumber. The lyrics-for that was what the man realized them to be-where already quietly echoing into non-existance, but even as he continued to wake, he could still hear their haunting melody all around him.

"Another dream?" the man asked with a mumble. With a grunt he sat up, swinging his long legs over the edge of the bed, bare feet hitting the old scratched wooden floor. His only clothing was a pair of pajama bottoms and a silver cross hanging from his neck. A hand ran through his spiked blonde hair while the other covered an enormous yawn that escaped him. He reached to table beside his bed and grabbed his circular, wire-framed glasses and slipped them on. Turning the dusty clock to himself, he saw the early hour and groaned. He could already tell he wouldn't be able to return to sleep tonight.

Despite his 6'7, 230 lb muscled frame, he moved with barely a whisper out of his room, down the corridor, and to the stairs that led to the roof. The rotting planks groaned and complained under him, but didn't break. With a small click, the door opened to a cool breeze and a thousand glittering stars over him. The cool morning was refreshing, and he welcomed the goosebumps that quickly covered his arms and chest. Where the cross rested alone seemed to be warm, an unsubtle personification of his faith.

Crossing the roof that held traces of fire, old age, and general violence, the man kept his eyes trained on the clear night sky above him. He came to a part of the ledge that was crumbling and perched on one of the large bricks, getting as comfortable as possible while he pondered the strange music that had woken him up. It was a beautiful melody, a haunting lullaby that he hadn't heard before, and decided that it liked it more than the other songs he had been "hearing," for so long.

For a long time, years maybe, he heard such songs in his sleep, and he wondered how his mind had come up with them, he not having any musical talent. Of course it had been only one of many dreams; nobody was wandering around in the dead of night singing opera. Or so he thought.

"Insomnia agian, Alex?" asked a quiet voice. The man, Father Alexander Anderson, jumped up, ready to kill whomever had snuck up on him, but when he saw the woman with piercing blue eyes and long blonde hair, standing cross-armed behind him with a small grin on her face, he relaxed and grinned.

"Ah could ask th' same thin', couldn' Ah, Integra?" he asked, the heavy borgue in his voice sometimes making him impossible to understand. Very few people could surprise him; Sir Integra, his commander, was one of them.

Integra chuckled. Everyone knew that she hardly ever slept, a hour or two at most a night. Mostly, she stood guard over her people as they rested. It was no exaggeration that everyone slept more soundly at
that thought.

"Well, since you're already up, I need you to go out for a while," she spoke quickly, her British accent clipped and enunciation exact. She was a woman who was used to giving orders and having them followed immediately; even though she only reached his shoulder, Alex bowed and asked politely, "An' whit am Ah goin' oot fer?"

"There's a rumor that there's a den of vampires in a small town about a hundred thirty kilometers from here. I want you to look into it."

Anderson raised an eyebrow. "Ah haven' heard the words 'den' o' 'vampires' in the same sentence in far too ling. But rumor?"
Integra's grin returned. "There's so few of them, that any information we hear is treated as factual. This might even by the last den in all of Europe."

"Tha'd make me job ae lil' more borin', but Ah'd still be glad o' the news," Anderson said, kissing his cross. "When am Ah ae leavin'?"

Integra chuckled again. "As soon as I wake the pilots up."

"Well, if that's goin' to take a moment, can Ah go to th' dorms before Ah leave?"

"Of course," Integra said, face growing serious. "But, you do realize, she has to grow up sometime. She's not going to remain a child forever, Alexander."

The former preist stood for a moment looking off into the distance, a barely percievable line of light on the horizon. "Ah know tha'," he said quietly. "Bu', she's still ae chil' in me eyes, and Ah can't leave withoot a goo'bye."

"Then say your goodbyes quickly," Integra said before turning around, walking back to the door, boots thudding on the wood. She paused at the door, and he couldn't help but look her over. A white shirt with long sleeves was tucked into a pair of brown pants that she tucked into her shin high boots. Though very plain, the casual clothes suited her perfectly, although they would probably be replaced by the man's suit she usually wore during the day.

A different time, and he might have considered her wife material, but he knew that she would balk at such a suggestion. Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing was a woman with a mission, to rid the world of any paranormal threat to crown and country, and her Hellsing Organization was the tool she wielded. Just getting her to show any emotion was a task in itself, but she seemed to "loosen up" when around Alex, her right hand man and number one monster hunter.

She paused, looking at him for a moment before a small grin danced on her lips. "Remember to be careful, Alexander. I don't need agents coming back without any arms, understand?"

Anderson sighed. "Ah'll make sure no' to burden ya like tha' again," he said with a mixure of embarrassment and sarcasm. The last time he had encountered vampires, one had been wielding a nasty handgun that, with a bullet each, taken his arms clean off. Being a human Regenerator, however, allowed him to regrow his arms and survive.
Integra nodded once and disappeared down the dark stairway. Taking in a big breath of fresh air, Alex blew it out, said a quiet prayer, and went to his room to get dressed.

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