I need to stop watching new stuff, it's giving me even more ideas. I've been getting into Hellsing quite a bit recently, and this just sort of popped into my head. But wait, which version of Hellsing is this going to be based on? The manga and Hellsing Ultimate, of course, since it is by far the superior story. This is going to be a Seras/OC story, so sorry Pip fans, but he ain't getting with Seras in this.

I'd like to give a shout-out to Mr Beaver Buttington for helping me make some of the decisions regarding this fic. He's the one who advised me to make The Darkness more powerful than it was in the games (though it is plenty powerful in the comics, so some of its abilities from that will be showing up) so that it doesn't fall behind some of the more OP characters in Hellsing. Thank you very much for your help!

As I'm sure you've seen, this is going to be a crossover with The Darkness. The OC protagonist is going to be a human and the newest host of The Darkness. I've wanted to use The Darkness for a crossover for quite some time, but I've never been able to decide what to cross it over with and this just seemed like the perfect opportunity to do it. So prepare for some badass fight scenes and a whole lot of blood. I'm also taking that thing from the games where the protagonist, Jackie Estacado, narrates between chapters of the video games, though the rest will be in the third person.

This is set in the present day rather than 1999 because if I'd set it when canon actually takes place I would have fucked up by referencing things that hadn't even been thought of yet.

With all that official bullshit out of the way, we can begin!

Edit: I've gone back and redone this to go into more detail on what goes through Percy's mind, put more detail into the Vampires' death scene, stuff like that. I hope you enjoy.

Prologue: The Darkness in Percival Travis

You know … it's amazing just how quickly life can change. The way things can go from all fine and dandy one minute but then turn completely psychotic and out of control the next. It happens to everyone at one point or another in their lives, but not quite like it happened to me, I can assure you. My name is Percival Travis but I prefer to be called Percy. I was a fairly normal eighteen year old guy without a care in the world.

But then those fucking Vampires came along …

It was a completely ordinary night on the night they came, nothing extraordinary about it whatsoever. But these undead freaks came along and made the life of my family hell. Made my life hell. The main difference between the two is that my hell carried on, whereas my family were given the mercy of it ending. At least I hope it ended … But back on topic; it started as a normal night. We ate dinner, watched TV, and were getting ready to settle into bed for the night. Me, my mum, my dad and my little brother.

That was the night my family died. It was also the night I died. And, most importantly, it was the night that something deep within me awakened …

The house was completely ordinary by all standards. There were pleasant carpets, nicely coloured wallpaper, and the photographs of the family were shown on every wall. It was the home of your average, everyday happy family. All of whom were currently sitting in the living room watching a film on the television that the mother of the family had picked out.

The family consisted of two adults, well into their forties, and two teenagers, one eighteen and the other fifteen. The mother seemed to be the only one who was truly enjoying the film, which was called New Moon.

Our story, however, focuses on the older of the two siblings. He was tall and lean with a strong yet laid-back demeanour. He had raven hair, cut almost to the scalp at his own preference for short hair. His eyes were a blue that was pale and bright at the same time, appearing to look into the very soul of those who made direct eye-contact. He was not what one would call muscular, but he was not what one would call scrawny either; he had found a balance that he dubbed 'athletic'. This was Percival Travis.

"I can't believe you talked us into watching this shit, mum," the younger of the two brother said in irritation and disgust. "Since when do Vampires sparkle, for fuck's sake?"

Percival – or Percy, as he liked to be called – had to agree. "Yeah, mum, he's got a point. And the acting is just fucking horrible. I hope they throw in shovel-face's death scene from Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire to spice things up a bit."

As a horror fan, Percy felt personally insulted by the contents of these so-called 'Vampire' films, and in watching them had the strong urge to smash his head into the wall as many times as it took to knock the memory of said films out of his mind.

"I'm sorry to disappoint, boys, but we've got two more to go after this," their mother told them, clearly trying to suppress her laughter at their suddenly very pale faces.

"God damn it, mum," Percy groaned. "I really can't wait to move out. I won't have to deal with such shit TV."

He did not mean to sound mean or cruel or anything of the sort, but he really did want to move out as soon as he could. It was not that he didn't love his family – indeed, he loved them more than he loved anything – but he was eighteen years old and he wanted to start his life, get a head start so he would have a career. He just felt that he wouldn't be able to start his life properly if he was still living with his parents.

Percy's mother turned to her husband with a pout. "Honey, don't you like the film I picked?" She spoke in a baby-like tone.

That was it. Game over. The two siblings knew what happened whenever she did this. All it took was that face and any resolve their father had simply disintegrated.

"Sorry, guys," their father said with a shrug. "Your mum's word is law."

And there it was. Percy and his brother slumped on the sofa as they continued to watch the abysmal TV. Neither of them were interested, and Percy's anger at the insult to Vampires they were watching only grew as the time went on. After a few more minutes of the abominable film, Percy finally spoke up again to voice his thoughts.

"This is just an insult to the whole concept of Vampires," he said. The contempt in his voice was clear for all of them to hear. "First of all, they should be burning to death in the daylight, not sparkling! And why the hell are they so nice and friendly? Vegetarian Vampires? More like pussy Vampires! They're a horror monster, for Christ's sake! They shouldn't be trying to fit in, creepily romancing seventeen year old girls. Hell, humans are their God damned food source! There should be blood flowing through the streets as they mercilessly rip people to shreds …"

"Very well said, young man," said a new voice from the doorway. It was a man in a leather jacket with blood-crimson eyes. He was applauding Percy's speech as all the while a hungry look was held in his unnaturally coloured eyes. "I agree wholeheartedly. Vampires are creatures of death, destruction, oh beautiful blood-lust!" He laughed to himself. "Tell me, are you a virgin, boy?" he asked, addressing Percy.

Percy, too lost in confusion to question what was happening, nodded.

"Well it's just rotten luck we don't have a woman in our party, isn't it?" The red-eyed man seemed to be speaking to himself more than he was speaking to them. "Too bad. I think you'd have enjoyed joining us."

"Wh-who the hell are you?" the younger of the two siblings demanded, his voice clouded with both fear and anger. In fact, the whole family was looking at them with their faces covered in these emotions.

"Well, first of all, it's not just me," the man said, chuckling. He moved towards the door and raised his voice. "Boys! Get your arses in here! There ain't many of 'em, but they're make for a good dessert after all those other families!" Into the house stepped four other men, each of them possessing the same crimson eyes that their apparent leader sported. They all looked hungry, licking their lips in anticipation … lips that were red with blood … blood that happened to be dripping down their chins … Their leader looked at Percy and smiled sickly. "You brought up some pretty good points about this pile of wank," he said, emphasising his point by punching a hole in the still blaring TV. "Some very good points indeed, young sir. I mean, who the hell would watch this shit and enjoy it? Fucking idiots, that's who! Do you lot want to see what a real Vampire looks like?" His smile widened and his teeth became glistening fangs. "Just sit back and enjoy the show!" He laughed. "Good food, good meat, good God, let's eat!"

And then all hell broke loose. The four – who Percy no longer had any doubt were Vampires – leapt upon the terrified family. The first one to die was Percy's little brother: His arm was grabbed by one of the Vampires, who then proceeded to rip it off and lick the blood off of the severed end. His brother's screams of pain would haunt Percy's nightmares forever. Thankfully, it was all put to an end very soon after that, with Percy's brother being decapitated by one of the other Vampires.

His parents were toyed with before they died. One of the two Vampires held Percy's father still as the other groped and grabbed at the most sensitive parts of Percy's mother, licking up and down her neck in an almost sensual manner. No rape was performed that night, however, and soon enough the Vampires grew tired of their game, simply biting into the necks of their victims and draining them dry of their blood.

As all this was going on, Percy was trying to fight. The ringleader of the Vampires was laughing as Percy threw punches at him, determined to land at least one, not oblivious to what was happening to his family but too panicked and angry to acknowledge it at the time. The ringleader laughed and dodged, laughed and dodged, laughed and dodged, before finally ending Percy's tirade of failed punches by grabbing his fist tightly, squeezing it so that Percy could hear the bones crack and snap in his hand.

Percival Travis began to yell out in pain.

"You've got guts, kid, I'll give you that," said the Vampire. He grinned cruelly at Percy. "Do you want to see what they look like?" He threw his own punch right at Percy's stomach, piercing flesh and allowing a fountain of blood to flow out of Percy, who was now screaming silently due to the intense pain. The ringleader pulled his fist out of Percy's stomach, pulling out a pile of intestines with it and revealing a large bleeding hole in Percy's stomach. The ringleader held the intestines up so that his victim could see them. "You see, they're quite good." He laughed louder than he had yet, dropping the guts to the floor as he practically howled I hysterics.

Percy fell to the floor, his lips drawn back from his teeth as he silently yelled out in pain. He was dying, he knew. His mind was clouded with the pain and he could think of little else. But there was one thing he did not know, could never have known.

Something inside him did not want him to die …

"Embrace the Darkness, Percival Travis," a demonic-sounding voice hissed inside Percy's mind. It immediately terrified him but something about it felt strangely natural … "I'm right here, Percival. I've always been right here. Now embrace The Darkness, and I'll avenge your family. Embrace The Darkness, and these Vampires will no longer exist. Embrace The Darkness, Percival, and let me out. Release me and I can rip them apart. Rip them apart! RIP THEM APART! EMBRACE THE DARKNESS!"

Percival Travis smiled, closed his eyes, and let go of everything. Somewhere deep inside him a barrier he did not even know was there lowered. Something ancient, something evil, awakened within him.

Percy was in some kind of void between consciousness and unconsciousness, seeing but not at all in control of what was happening around him. He was standing again. The ringleader's face was filled with disbelief and … fear? No, it couldn't be, not a chance … There was a strange feeling around the shoulder area, and suddenly there were two shapes … no, not shapes, creatures. They looked like big black snakes with spikes arranged around their bodies, and their eyes glowed even redder than the Vampires'. The two Serpent Heads hissed at each other, then turned to the Vampires, who had all stopped their feast and were now staring at Percy with a mix of fear, confusion and curiosity.

A black tendril that appeared to be made from the shadows themselves suddenly sprouted from Percy's back, grabbing the leg of one of the Vampires and pulling it towards him. Before any of them knew what was happening, the tendril hoisted the Vampire into the air, leaving him dangling upside down, and one of the Serpent heads stretched out, opened its mouth, which was full of razor-sharp fangs, and brought its head down, biting into the Vampire crotch first and dragging down to his head, completely severing the two halves of his body from each other. The Serpent head then dug its teeth into the left half of the Vampire's corpse, ripping out and swallowing its heart. The remains of the Vampire then dissolved into nothing but ashes.

One of the other Vampires tried charging, but all that he accomplished was giving the Serpent Head easier access to him. Due to his poor skills and defence, one of the Serpent Heads managed to pierce into his body directly, simply bursting out of the other side with the Vampire's heart in its mouth. It swallowed and the Vampire became dust.

As this happened another of the Vampires was simply decapitated as the other Serpent Head slithered through the air and bit directly through his neck, spraying his blood all around the area where he was standing. His heart was eaten afterwards.

Two of the tendrils grabbed one of the two remaining Vampires, this one attempting to flee. One tendril grabbed a leg, the other grabbed an arm. The Vampire was lifted into the air, thrashing, and the tendril pulled. The Vampire screamed in pain as the bottom and top halves of his body were slowly torn from each other, allowing a mass of guts to fall from the squealing monster. His top half was still alive, but not for long. One of the Serpent Heads, having finished its previous slaughter, dug in through the stomach area and devoured the fallen Vampire's heart.

The ringleader stood there, stunned, terrified. "W-what the fuck are you!?" he cried out as he stepped backwards, looking around in horror at the dissolving corpses of his fallen kin. "Y-you stay the fuck away from me!" He tried to make a run for it, but two tendrils grabbed his legs. He was dragged onto the floor and then right over to Percy. Percy's eyes were glazed, his expression impassive, his stomach still a bloody mess with a hole in it. The Serpent Heads stared down at the Vampire maliciously, hissing at him, seeming to laugh. The helpless Vampire barely had time to scream before one of the Serpent Heads forced its way into his mouth, tearing the skin and making blood flow. Eventually it came back out again, a heart clutched in its mouth, and the Vampire's now still body turned to dust.

The Serpent Heads fought over the heart, tearing it in half before both swallowed a piece of it.

A black ooze began to form around the wound on Percy's stomach, spreading over it in a sort of crawl. When the entire thing was covered the ooze seemed to vanish, leaving perfectly healed skin in its place. Percy could hardly believe it. He could hardly believe any of it. And so he did the only thing that a normal person could do given the circumstances.

He passed out from the shock of it all.

Percy was half awake when he began to get his hearing back. His consciousness had begun to return after the distinct feeling of being dropped to the floor had overcome him. He did not yet have the strength to move but he could feel it all slowly returning … along with the memories of what had occurred in his house that night. He was horrified, but the sound of the voices spiked his curiosity.

"Alucard, what is the meaning of this?" said a voice that distinctly belonged to a woman. Her voice indicated that she was of the higher class. She sounded annoyed at something. "Why have you brought this civilian to me?"

"This 'civilian' killed the Vampires you sent me to eliminate, Master," said a man's voice. His voice was rough and had a hint of American accent to it. His voice betrayed none of his emotions.

"What do you mean?" the woman asked. There was the distinct sound of a lighter and the woman inhaled deeply, indicating to Percy that she was smoking. The smell of expensive tobacco confirmed this. "Is he a member of Iscariot?" Her voice took a tone of anger and Percy had to wonder who 'Iscariot' were.

"Nothing of the sort, Master," the man said. "He would appear to be an average, pathetic little excuse for a human. But then again, appearances can be deceiving, can't they?"

"Explain."

Percy's sight was returning to him slowly, and he could now see the blurred outlines of what appeared to be an office. There was a desk in front of the place where he lay, and there were two figures. One appeared to be wearing a lot of red and the other seemed to have white hair and wore green. Percy was unable to determine much else due to his currently blurry vision.

"This boy is the newest host to The Darkness," the man said. "Which, in case you were unaware, is the exact opposite of the creature that Iscariot has in their possession."

"You mean to tell me that this man carries a creature that can combat The Angelus?" the woman asked. There was a tone of surprise in her voice but she sounded just as serious as ever.

"Yes, Master," the man said. "I saw him from just outside the house the Vampires were in. I watched as The Darkness awakened in him for the first time, and he slaughtered those who murdered his family. Such a noble first act for a creature of pure darkness." The man chuckled. "I brought him to you, Master, because while I am all you will ever need to destroy Vampires, I thought you may need something more … appropriate to combat The Angelus. Only in the case that we found ourselves in direct conflict with Iscariot, of course." He chuckled again. Percy thought it sounded quite sadistic.

His sight had mostly returned to him now. The man was an imposing fellow, to be sure. He was tall and he wore a large red coat with a matching fedora that had a wide, floppy brim. He wore a pair of circular orange-tinted glasses, so Percy could not tell what colour his eyes were. His complexion was pale. Beneath the coat he wore what appeared to be a Victorian-era charcoal suit. His hair was long and black as the night itself, emerging only from the back of his hat.

The woman sat behind the desk had a creamy-brown skin tone, blue eyes covered by white-rimmed round spectacles, and long platinum blonde hair that curled slightly at the end. She would appear to be quite tall, not that Percy could tell since she was sitting behind a desk, and she wore a green business suit complete with a blue Ascot.

The woman took a puff on an expensive-looking cigar. "Will he cooperate?" she asked. She seemed cautiously pleased about something.

"I believe so," the man said. He had a grin on his face that Percy found terrified him a little. "As I have said, it appears he has only awakened his power tonight. That and the fact that Vampires just killed his family before his very eyes should make him more than happy to hunt for you, Master."

Percy swallowed and finally plucked up the courage to say something. He sat up, drawing the eyes of the two to him, making him more nervous about the situation.

"W-where am I?" he asked, cursing mentally as more of his fear and confusion made it into his voice than he wanted. Nevertheless, he continued, "W-what happened to me? I … I had no control … what the hell was that thing?"

"What is your name?" the woman asked him. Her tone remained serious, but there was a slight note of gentleness to it. Percy correctly assumed she was doing it on purpose because of his current shaken state.

"P-Percival Travis," Percy said, his tone remaining shaky. The man in red rolled his eyes.

"Well, Mr Travis, you are currently inside the headquarters of the Hellsing Organisation," the woman said. "We are an organisation that locates and eliminates supernatural threats to the Queen and the church, which mostly consists of Vampires. I am Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing, the head of the organisation. And this is Alucard, our best agent. We have a proposition for you."

Percy stared in shock at her. In one night his family had died, some weird snake things had forced their way out of his shoulders and killed the fucking Vampires that did it, and he was being offered a job at an organisation that hunts monsters. He didn't know what the hell was going on and at that point all he could to was listen to what this Sir Integra had to say and go from there.

This was the start of a very strange and terrifying journey for Percival Travis.

That was how it all started. I was having trouble believing it all at first, but after what happened to my family I was prepared to give anyone the benefit of the doubt … especially after what I had done to their murderers. Sir Integra's proposition was a job offer at its core, for a job where I would be hunting down and killing Vampires and other paranormal nasties. I accepted on the spot, didn't even need to think about it. If I could stop what had happened to my family from happening to anyone else then I was going to do my damnedest to make sure I did.

I was assigned as the partner of Alucard – the big guy in the snazzy red suit – who as it turned out was a Vampire himself. The logic they used was that observing Alucard on the job would teach me how to do it more effectively. I got it down pretty quickly, to be fair, so that excuse wore a bit thin after a while. Personally, I think they just didn't want me sitting on my ass and doing nothing. They sent me out on a few lone jobs, too, but that pretty much proved my theory correct.

The Darkness was a good partner to have, if more than a little terrifying. While it often whispered evil deeds in my ear, it never actually did anything I didn't want it to and it only killed what I wanted it to kill. The fact that it ate hearts to gain power made me uncomfortable at first, but I got used to that pretty quickly, too. It created my two guns – Sweet and Shady – out of the shadows itself and the bullets were enhanced from normal bullets so they could kill Vampires and other supernatural monstrosities. These, among other abilities, made me much more effective at killing Vampires as The Darkness could kill pretty much anything it wanted to; there were exceptions depending on strength, of course, there's no way it would find killing Alucard anywhere near as easy as it did killing the weaklings we came across on most jobs.

My first year at Hellsing was uneventful as they come. I hunted down some Vampires and got used to fighting with The Darkness, but that was about it. It was early into my second year – when I was nineteen – that shit started to hit the fan. That was the year I encountered my opposite, The Angelus. It was also the year that one of the best things, on reflection, that had ever happened to me occurred: Alucard got himself a Fledgeling, a young woman of my age who worked as a police officer.

But from there everything just got fucked up.

And that's the prologue! What do you think? Was it good? Could I improve it in any way? Please give me some feedback, because I really want to do this right.