Prologue:

Hellsing Manor, May 15, 12:42 pm

"You are cordially invited to the first Annual Intra-organizational Goodwill Luncheon on Tuesday May 21. Refreshments will be served. Please RSVP at…" Maxwell read and then paused, saying "And then it leaves an address and a telephone number." He looked up from reading the very small and card-like invitation. Integra leaned forward in the chair, and crossed her arms over her chest. "So you're telling me you got one of these invitations as well?"

Maxwell was confused. "You didn't send it?" His face fell. "I thought perhaps you wanted to.." His voice trailed off. There was a short awkward silence until Walter entered. "Miss, our intel reports from Interpol have come back. Nothing was learned except the fact that the address leads to somewhere in Germany. No leads as to the exact location, it seems the place doesn't exist on any maps."

She looked shocked, and glanced at Maxwell who also had a look of appall on his face. "Germany? Wh--…" Integra started, and then it dawned on her. Gritting her teeth, she muttered one word.

"Millennium."

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AN: I know this one is really short but it's the prologue and therefore allowed. Lol, anyway. This story is eventually going to be EM/IH. If that seems odd, then whatever. The prologue is supposed to be dramatic. But I promise it'll get funnier. Just wait until the rest of Hellsing (other than Integra and Walter…) and Iscariot find out. Oh, and there may be a sequel.