'He's a fuckin' dead man.'

Jan didnt let the revelation show on his face as he turned off his phone and led his troops of ghouls through Hellsing's halls. He always DID have more intuition and insight than anybody ever gave him credit for; fuck, it was the reason why he was still alive. Nevertheless, he took a drag of the Hellbitch's cigar- one of which could pay his rent for two months, the bourgeois bitch- and continued on his way to find the Convention.

Voicing aloud what he'd quite like to do to the Hellbitch whore, he was suddenly cut off when a door ahead of him opened and just moments later half the cigar in his mouth and several ghouls behind him were sliced right in half effortlessly. Spitting out the rest of the cigar, he whipped around to see an older man walking forward, adjusting odd-looking gloves on his hands.

To most anyone else, this looked like a joke. To Jan, it looked like a challenge.

Jan LOVED challenges.

It was on.

He wasnt as fast as his big brother, but he was more agile, if anything. He managed to maneuver around the paths of the wires that cut the ghouls down before slipping behind them and snapping his fingers.

On cue, the ghouls lifted shields and made a barricade before walking forward. Jan wasnt sure, but he thought he heard the old man say something just seconds before the line was demolished by something with all the force of a bazooka.

Fuck, there was another one in the hall, he thought. "Tricky little shits!" He shifted out of the way of all the exploding ghouls, jumped the front of the line toward the old man, and began shooting. The door the man was hiding behind was blown to shit, leaving the man defenseless.

Before Jan could kill him, he was suddenly grabbed from behind, his arm twisted and pinned, and his legs swept out from under him by someone with enough raw strength to actually DO it.

"Walter, are you alright!"

The fu...a GIRL! What the fuck kind of girl could get the hold on HIM!

...Wait a second.

"Hey, bitch!" He waited until he had her attention. "Yer a vampire, aint ya?" He didnt know there were any other vampires other than Alucard down here. Shit, just another thing to hate about this hypocritical Hellsing whore...

"Yeah, so?" the girl demanded, tightening her hold on his arm.

"We didnt know there'd be another one of you fuckers here," Jan growled, turning his head around as far as it could go so he could glance at her. She wasnt half-bad looking. And from what he could feel on his back, she had a body to match that cute face of hers.

Keeping her preoccupied with well-planned 'struggling', he slowly began twisting his own arm, preparing to dislocate it to get free. The old butler was now demanding who he worked for.

"I'll tell ya if ya kiss my ass, ya senile old geezer!" He yelped when the old fucker stomped on his hand and twisted, and Jan could feel several bones snap.

"Next, we'll try the other one."

Jan glared up at him; with the police chick on top of him, the old geezer in front of him, and most of his ghouls either gone or in pieces, he had to wait for the distraction of the Hellsing staff.

So he started talking, of course leaving out key details to buy him some time until he saw faint moving behind the butler, letting him know his distraction had come.

Just as he'd thought, both the butler and the vampire looked over to see it, and he twisted his arm all the way as hard as he could, knocking the girl off of him. She went sprawling, and Jan dove right after her, pinning her arms to the floor, leering down at her.

"You're mine, little Hellsing slut," he hissed before lurching down and sinking his fangs into her neck.

The piercing scream she let out was unexpected; then again, so was the feeling of white-hot fire running through his veins as he swallowed a mouthful of her blood. It wasnt anything he'd experienced before, but he found he didnt mind it in the least, especially considering what he now knew he'd done.

He jerked his head up, trails of blood coming up with him, then quick as a flash had a switchblade in his hand and the girl pulled up in front of him. He pressed the blade to her neck, where it burned her flesh, as silver had a tendency to do. His actions made the butler halt all movement.

Blood dripping from his mouth-god damned sweet blood, he thought-Jan fractionally pulled the knife away, but kept it just within vein-slicing distance. "One more step, and I'll slit her fucking throat," he hissed, his eyes blazing a brighter gold than normal. Just then, the door just down the hall opened and Alucard stepped out, looking almost homicidal.

Alucard froze when he saw his fledgling's bloody neck and Jan's just-as-bloody mouth, shock flooding his visage. Jan's eyes flickered to him, his grin broadening.

"Yo, Big Red," he said conversationally, keeping his hold on Seras's weakened form. "Killed my big bro, didja?"

Alucard's eyes narrowed. This punk knew a lot...too much, it seemed. He nodded, and Jan snorted. "Thought so. Fucker always was arrogant BEYOND belief, I tell ya..." He licked his lips, swallowing more of the girl's blood. "Yer little girl here tastes fuckin' DIVINE..."

"M...Master...!" Seras whimpered, raising an arm to reach for him. Jan growled and pressed the blade to her neck again, making her yelp when silver made contact with her flesh.

"He aint yer Master anymore, slut," he hissed, his eyes flashing slightly. "...Are ya, Big Red?"

Alucard stepped up beside Walter, his eyes narrowed further. "You know too much for a FREAK," he said, his voice soft but menacing. Jan snickered before laughing that high-pitched laughter that made everyone else shudder with revulsion.

"I know a FUCK of a lot more than ya think, ol' Red," he said, keeping Seras tightly in his grasp. "I may act like fuckin' dumbass half the time, but I aint stupid. If anyone's stupid, it's my fuckin' brother."

"I'd know, I ate him," Alucard replied, crossing his arms and actively ignoring Seras's whimpering. "But what makes YOU different?"

"Ya mean, OTHER than the fact that I'm still alive?" Jan shot back, snickering again. Walter's hands twitched in desire to change that 'difference', and Jan noticed. "The difference is, I actually did my fuckin' homework before gettin' Chipped," Jan continued. "I always knew more about the dark occult than Lukey. I STUDIED it. It's practically my fuckin' RELIGION.

"Luke called me a dumbass for taking any of it seriously. But I aint the one who's dead, now am I?" He laughed again, taking a step back, dragging Seras with him. As the ghouls came closer, he suddenly whistled between his teeth, making them freeze as they were. He wanted to say his piece before leaving the ghouls to do whatever.

"If that's the case," Alucard said, keeping his eye on Jan in case the man decided to run, "then you must have known your brother's mission was suicide."

"Duh," Jan drolled back. "Of course I knew. But he was too fuckin' arrogant to get his own head out of his ass and listen to me. I KNOW what vampires- REAL vampires -are capable of." He leveled a stare with Alucard. "Bein' fast didnt do a goddamn thing to help him against what YOU are."

"Why did you bite Seras?" Walter suddenly asked, being the one to take Seras's whimpers and pleas into consideration. "What did you gain from it?"

Jan laughed. "From the way Big Red came barreling in here like a bat outta Hell, I think HE can answer THAT for ya." Walter turned to Alucard.

"Alucard, what does he mean?"

Alucard made a 'tch' sound. "Because the Police Girl isnt Nosferatu YET," he replied, "she's still eligible for a change in ownership." He gestured to Jan. "HE is her new master now."

Seras's horrified yelp matched Walter's expression.

"HOW is that possible!" the butler demanded. "That BRAT is nothing more than an ARTIFICIAL vampire-!"

"Not as of just minutes ago, old man," Jan replied, smirking. "Ya see, in my studies, I found the ways people can BECOME vampires...most of them were bullshit legends, but there were THREE ways that were possible."

He paused as though to make the situation more dramatic.

"The first way, is the most common; a vampire creates another vampire by drinkin' the blood of a virgin of the opposite sex. Which is what I'm guessin' happened to the Hellsing slut here." He tapped the silver blade against Seras's cheek, eliciting another whimper.

"The second is the rarest; if someone becomes a vampire right at death." He glanced at Alucard. "Like Big Red here." He ignored the glaring and continued. "The THIRD way was the hardest to believe, but here I am. If a non-virgin drinks the blood of a virgin vampire of the opposite sex."

Walter visibly paled. Alucard looked surprised that Jan actually figured it out. Seras just wailed with distress.

"Yep," Jan practically chirped. "Even if I'm a fuckin' cheap-ass copy vampire, I still drank her virgin vampire blood, and it made me a REAL one." He grinned, glancing at Seras. "I'm not complaining about the 'ownership' thing either..."

"So what is it you want now?" Alucard asked. "Surely you dont wish to return to whomever Chipped you in the first place."

"Fuck no," Jan snorted. "I aint no puppet. They didnt make me do a goddamn thing I couldnt have already done myself." He shrugged. "I only came here to make a kill and drink the spill. That's about IT."

"And the organization you work for?" Alucard pressed. Jan's grin turned ugly.

"I'll tell ya everything you wanna know," he said, his eyes glowing. "...IF you let me and my new toy go."

"How DARE y- !"

"I'll even get rid o' the zombies," Jan continued, ignoring Walter's indignant cries. "I'll leave Hellsing alone an' leave. Deal?"

"NO, we dont have a- !"

"Walter." Walter turned, fuming, to Alucard, whose expression had gone blank. "He's giving us information, leaving my Master and the Convention alive, and all he wants in return is to leave. And Seras."

"MASTER!"

Alucard turned to Seras, who was struggling weakly in Jan's grasp. Already, he could see her blue eyes taking on a slightly-golden tinge in the back, and knew she was a lost cause.

"...I am not your master anymore, Police Girl," he said, then turned his attention to Jan, ignoring Seras's heartbroken crying, with difficulty. "Information, now. Before I change my mind."

"Certainly," Jan said, snickering. "Millennium. Nazis. Revenge. YOU fill in the holes." Before Walter could stop him, Jan grabbed Seras up and with speed Alucard hadnt even seen in Luke, he used his knife to behead all of the ghouls, and vanished.

Silence rang out in the bloodied, demolished hallway for the longest time before Walter shakily headed for the Convention room to inform Integra about the recent development.