Chapter 1: Fresh Meat

-Ophelia's View-

- 12:37 am-

The plane gave a sudden jolt which roused you from your uneasy sleep. The captain's voice came over the speakers.

"Good evening travellers, we are about 20 minutes from London and will be landing shortly, thank you for flying Virgin Airlines and I hope you enjoy your visit." You started to gather up your things, your holy water, crucifix and Bram Stoker novel (that Sir Integra sent with her letter for some odd reason) in your denim bag.

"Are you a vampire?" You snapped your head around; a little boy was looking up at you with big bambi eyes. His mother was packing up their things next to him. Well, you looked a little like a vampire, long black hair, large brown eyes, white skin and an entirely black attire. The boy's mother noticed you, her eyes widening slightly.

"I'm sorry, is he bothering you?" You shook your head; the woman looked a little flustered as her eyes travelled over you.

"So are you? A vampire?" The mother's face went scarlet.

"Johnny, don't ask the lady that! Of course she's not a vampire!!"

"No, it's okay. I get that a lot." You smiled to show that you didn't have any fangs, the mother look a little relieved and the boy stopped talking to you for the rest of the flight.

The plane touched down in London, the city glittering with light and power. In the arrivals lounge, you were pleased to see your name on a card with two large bulky men waiting for you.

"Miss Jones?" You nodded, one of the men taking your bags to a large black car that was waiting outside. You walked over to the car and were instantly met by a freezing wind that froze every inch of your being.

"Fuck its cold!! What's the bloody temperature?!" You shouted over to one of the men.

"3 Degrees Miss, there's snow reported later this month!" The man said as he piled your bags in the car. You jumped in the car quickly, to get out of the cold. A man was waiting in there for you; he was an elderly man with black hair pulled back and a monocle.

"My name is Walter; I will be informing you on what your duties will be while you are working for us, the Hellsing Organisation." You looked out the window, the boy and his mother was coming out of the airport; the boy noticed you and waved. You gave a small wave back, acknowledging their presence.

"The Hellsing Organisation is an anti-monster organisation that has been charged with the duty of protecting the Church and crown from all satanic and vampiric threats." He said.

"Heh, your organisation makes mine look like a paper round compared to yours." You said smirking. Walter smiled.

"Yes, we have been running for over 100 years, keeping her Majesty safe and keeping surveillance deaths to a minimum. What was your called again Miss Jones? I'm sorry but I forgot." He said smiling.

"Mine is only made up of my five brothers, my best friend Sarah and our child-vampire assassin Ricardo. We are known as the Gold Moon Squad, vampire killers for hire. But please call me by my first name, Ophelia." You said, stretching out your hand which Walter shook respectfully.

"I have a strong feeling that you are going to enjoy your stay here, especially since you're used to working with vampires." You raised your eyebrow.

"Why? Is there something you're not telling me?" You asked, he merely smiled in return, with a 'You'll see' look in his eyes.