A dhampire is a half-human, half-vampire creation. One of the parents has to be a vampire and the other a human. This is the law of both nature and political stance. One of the most popular dhampire is the Vampire Hunter, D. The son of the great Lord Dracula andson of a mortal woman.

D grew up with his mother, his father having moved on. As such, he never knew his father, but twists along the road of life can lead to mysterious things. This is one of thoes twists.

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The arid dessert stretched on for miles, spreading like a wild forest fire. Dunes rose up like the rumples in a bed do, dust skirted around the dry land like the ripples in a pond. One single dust line was perpousful, kicking up dust as hooves smashed into the dirt with such force to throw the dirt fifteen feet hig behind it.

A man in all black and his horse of all black rode in the blazzing sun. The man had long black hair that flew out behind him, a black cape that flapped up as the wind passed through it, and a wide-brimmed hat that covered his eyes, and a sheathed sword resting upon his back. His horse was a black marvel. Black main and tail, and fur, with eyes like blood, a saddle of the darkest brown leather, and a rider that matched.

There was a sudden color shift. The yellowish orange sand began to ripple around the rider and his horse. The sene seemed to ripple like a pond, sending color shocks through the air, turning the sky green, and then orange, turning the terrain of yellow sand to purple and hues of blue. This color shift wasn't stopping, it continued, showing people moving in blurred packs around the horse and the rider, showing slight images of a city, a very low-tech city. The rider dismounted and lowered himself to the ground, letting go of his horse, as it, too, became part of the rippling colors and vanishing. The rider didn't look worried, he began to walk.

He hadn't taken more than two steps when the shifting stopped, revealing the dark, night-time city of London, England. He looked around, his eyes falling upon a woman standing beside the corner of the alley he stood in.

She was a stunning beauty. Long black, wavy hair tied back in a loose ponytail, pale skin that did mercey on her ocean blue eyes and her ruby-red lips, and black jeans, trench coat, and shirt, her hands were covered by tight gloves that were cut off mid-way on the first digit and looked worn, like her cloths. She was staring at D with a brooding kind of stare that made most people shivver, but simplyhad no effect on D. She started walking forward, her heavy, thick-soled shoes making soft noises.

"D, we should run... D?" His left hand spoke, as if with a mind of it's own.

D, the rider, ignored this comment, unable to listen to it. He was perplexed with this woman. She was so familiar, and yet, she was totally unknown to him. He wanted to know why.

"D?" The woman stopped. She was arms-length away from D, well within striking range of his sword. "Is that your name?" She smiled and turned around. "Well, you certainly look like a healthy, young vampire, D." She smiled and waved, walking back out, into the crowded streets, the lights shimmering on her face as she smiled, revealing she was an ordinary mortal.

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"What!" Sir Integra Hellsing slammed her fist down and held the phone up to her mouth. Although usually calm and subtle, today, at this moment, she wasangrier than ever. Her pale blond hair was just below her elbows, her eyes were liketrue blue and hid behind a set of round spectecals, her skin was tan colored, her suite was a hue of green with a white shirt, blue tie, and silver cross, with white gloves that covered her hands."There's a vampire in this town! Where! Who is it! Where was it sighted!"

There was a small scilence, but Integra's eyes began to widen.

"He's a-a what?" She slumped back into her chair, her pupils shrinking. "That's impossible. All right, I'll send my two best to track him." She sort of dropped the phone back onto the reciever and fell back against her chair, one of her hand covering her eyes. "This isn't good, not even a bit."

"What isn't good?" It was Alucard, the vampire of Hellsing Corperation. Alucard had black hair that was a little long, about to his chin, and was usually messy, his eyes were like blood, his skin was pale in comparison to Sir Hellsing's, and he wore a very British outfit, a red coat that swished about his ankles, a red tie, and a wide-brimmed, blood-red hat to match his outfit and eyes, a pair of yellow shades covered his eyes when he was out, and he wore a black vest, black pants, black boots, and a white shirt. "Is something going to go wrong today as well?"

"There's a half-vampire running loose in the city, Alucard." Sir Hellsing looked up at Alucard. "Don't forget, we are the Hellsing Orginization, this is something we must look into. You and Victoria will go and see who he is. According to the phone call I just recieved, he's with a woman. We don't know what he's doing here, but it can't be very good. Go." She pointed to the door, completely forgetting Alucard could go through walls.

He bowed low and fazed out the wall he'd come through, leaving Integra to herself. She looked down at the papers infront of her and her eyes widened again. The name of the girl, the woman, was the thing that caught her eye first. With a sudden shout, Integra was on her feet and marching out the door to her office, down the stairs and began to look for Walter. When she found him she held up the papers, right in his face. "Explain!"

"I-I don't understand." Walter looked down at her.

"Why is she here! I thought you saw her die! She's dead! How could she come back! Are you sure you saw her die!"

Walter looked at the papers and his eyes fell on the woman's name. There, at the top of the page, was Trinity J. Christian, the woman Dracula's wife killed right before Walter's eyes.