Disclaimer: Hellsing: The Dark Wars is a cross over fanfiction of both Hellsing and Devil May Cry. The story will take place after the events of DMC4 and before Millenium invades London. This will feature characters from both series as well as some new ones of my invention. A ancient clan of vampires once thought destroyed have returned. In a plot to destroy Hellsing and all of the world they attempt to amass an army of powerful supernatural beings. Drawn by the influx in supernatural activity, Alucard and co. along with our favorite trash talking half breed Devil hunter and some new faces are forced to team together in order to save humanity.

I do not own Hellsing or Devil May Cry as they are property of Kouta Hirano and Capcom and distributed by their respective companies. Do not sue me.

Chapter One: "Dark Forces Rising"

The city of London was unusually calm and serene. At a local pub, the numerous patrons went about their evening. Some ate and enjoyed casual conversation. Others sat in silence pondering the days events while nursing a beer. One hooded individual kept eyeing the lovely bar tender. He was a handsome individual, tall well built with brown wavy hair. The only thing slightly off was his pale skin.

The man continued flirting with the bar tender whom returned his advances casually winking and blowing him kisses. She was young, no older then 24 and very beautiful. Her long brown hair flowing past her shoulders. She had brown eyes, fair skin, full lips and a luscious figure. She had on a white collared shirt, black pants and black shoes. Her name tag on her uniform read "Susan". Time passed and the bar closed for the evening. Susan was busy cleaning up and closing for the evening when the door opened. With her back turned she didn't bother turning around.

"Sorry, closed for tonight." she said casually stacking glasses. The customer that came in apparently didn't leave because she did not hear the door re-open. Turning around she said "Hey did you hear? We are closed for tonight". Standing there was the hooded man whom had flirted with her before. It was now that she got a good luck at him. He was tall, over 6 feet. He was wearing a black sweater with the hood pulled over his face. He had on blue jeans and black boots. Staring she frowned, "Hey...again we are closed. No more drinks" she said. The man did not budge, but spoke up. 'I thirst not for alcohol my dear." he hissed. Feeling a knot form in her stomach Susan looked at him nervously. "Well whatever you want we don't have. Sorry but you have to leave" she said coming around to escort him. Taking his right hand he grabbed her neck, squeezing tightly. Susan panicked, trying to break free. Even for a big guy it frightened her how powerful his grip was. Looking up the man pulled back his hood, grinning he leaned in close, smelling her neck. She again tried fighting him off but to no avail.

"Let me go! Get your fucking hands off me!" she shouted. Ignoring her he laughed, his eyes glowed a deep crimson. Tensing he hissed, baring his prolonged canines. Susan gasped, shocked at the monstrosity before her. Throwing her against the counter he held her down tightly. "Your body...is that of a goddess. I will violate every inch of you. I promise, I'll be the best you've ever had. But don't worry my darling, you won't feel any pain. Until I begin to feed." he hissed. Susan started crying, tears streaming down as she prayed that this nightmare would end. The vampire then flipped her on her stomach, pulling her pants down he then pulled off her underwear exposing her soft behind. Groping it he chuckled, delighted at his prey. Holding her down with one hand he fumbled with his own clothes preparing to please himself. His lust, both for this woman's body and her blood intensified. Suddenly he stopped, he suddenly sensed a dark, cold murderous presence in the room. One that matched his own. Scanning the dimly lit pub he saw a man sitting on a lounge couch on the opposite side. The man had on a red fedora hat with red sunglasses, a black suit with a red tie and a red overcoat. The vampire was shocked, how did he get inside without him noticing? The man in red grinned, showing his fangs. Another vampire? The one currently attempting to rape and feed off Susan would have none of it.

"Who the fuck are you?" he spat in agitation. From his position, Alucard looked up. He was sitting with his arms across the couch. "You're death." he said very matter of factly. The vampire laughed, "My death? That's rich! Look pal I'm busy. If you want after I'm done with this whore I'll leave just enough blood for you to feed on how about that?" he said. Susan was now whimpering, she could not budge under the vampires obscene power.

Alucard reached into his coat with his right hand, "Cromwell Restriction. Level 5 is activated." he said pulling out a pistol. Only was like no pistol ever seen before. It was enormous, it appeared more like a rifle then a hand gun. It was all black with the words "Jesus Christ is in Heaven now." engraved on it. It was the Jackal, one of Alucard's trademark guns. Getting off of Susan the vampire growled clenching his fists. "Hey! Did you hear what I said? You can have her after I'm done!" he said again but Alucard continued ignoring the offer. "Situation C. Engage limited release of abilities until the target is disposed." he said taking aim. Before the vampire could react Alucard fired three rounds. They pierced the vampires stomach, chest and lung, but not his heart. Crying out in pain he flew back from the impact, crashing into a few chairs. Susan took the opportunity to get up as Alucard calmly walked over to the wounded monster. Spewing blood from his mouth the vampire looked on in terror as Alucard aimed again, this time at his head. "But why? You're a vampire too. Why are you saving her?" he shouted. Alucard pressed the gun against his face and fired. Blood and flesh splattered on the floor. The vampire's lifeless corpse crumbled down, within seconds it burst into flames soon turning to ash.

Alucard smirked, "It's in the job." he said. Susan was curled in a fetal position, having survived the ordeal but witnessed this gruesome slaughter, she was in shock. Her expression almost lifeless. Alucard gave her one curious look before exiting the pub. Assignment completed. With his target dead Alucard returned to the Hellsing headquarters, where his master awaited.

Meanwhile, halfway across the world in America...

"Devil May Cry. No sorry, not the right one. Call back when you get it straight." a man said hanging up the telephone. He was sitting with his legs propped up on his desk. The desk was a mass, three empty pizza boxes as well as a strawberry ice cream container littered the top along with scattered papers and some candy bar wrappers. The man had all white hair somewhat parted with his bangs brushed down. He had on an all red coat with numerous zippers, black fingerless gloves, brown pants and boots. Sighing he leaned back in his chair and folded his arms. Dante, the trash talking slick faced Devil hunter was frustrated by the lack of clients the past two days.

"It's times like this I wished Lady and Trish would pop by more" he said. Dante had made a name for himself in the underworld for being brave, honorable and for accumulating obscene amounts of debt. He never took advantage of his poorer clients, something that always backfired. Dante was the only surviving son of Sparda; the Legendary Dark Knight whom over 2,000 years ago saved the human race from the forces of darkness. Sparda fought and defeated the devil king Mundus, sealing the tyrant away. Dante, having inherited his fathers passion and devotion to protect humans started a demon hunting business. It was a successful one too, if only a client would call with the right password. As if on cue, the doors to his shop opened. In walked a petite blonde woman dressed in a strapless black shirt, black pants and black boots. Smirking she nodded to Dante who grinned.

"Well well, just in time Trish" he said. Trish folded her arms looking around the shop, a mess like always. "You know it wouldn't kill you to straighten up once a while." she said walking up to his desk. Dante merely shrugged his shoulders. "Anything good show up?" he asked referring to business, as usual.

"A few things. One in particular I think you'll find interesting. Sounds pretty heavy." she said. Dante sat up right. "Well let me hear it then." After discussing the target Dante suited up for his next mission. Supposedly a gang of demons had been terrorizing the owner of a local bar. Easy pickings for him. Dante began to gear up. He loaded his trademark pistols, Ebony and Ivory. Twirling them around he holstered them unto his body. Reaching to a nearby stand he grabbed his sword, Rebellion. This massive double edged sword was his standard weapon. It appeared as a standard claymore, though much more decorative with a menacing skull-like design along the hilt and the handle's end is split and points outside rather than one big spike. A memento of Dante's father, the blade served as the physical manifestation of his power. Grabbing the massive blade Dante stuck it in a guitar box. While traveling in public he concealed it this way so as not to generate attention.

An hour had passed before Dante arrived at the location. An average unassuming bar. Walking in he scanned the place. Empty, not a soul in sight. He called out for the owner. An elderly man timidly walked out from behind the counter. He ushered Dante to keep it down as the demons were sure to be drawn to any commotion. Dante smirked.

"Guess I need to liven this up a bit then." he said walking over to the jukebox. Selecting a song he pushed play. Some hard metal came on. Dante hummed along with the song. It wasn't long before the door to the bar was smashed through. Standing in the doorway was a mob of four demons. They had a reptilian appearance, complete with scaly skin, long claws and sharp fangs. The owner of the bar screamed in terror and hid behind the counter. "Please...kill them...kill them all I beg you!" he pleaded. Dante stood up. The demons hissed and snarled as they crawled inside. Waisting no time he drew his pistols as two leapt into the air. Firing a few rounds their bodies crumbled to the floor, dead. Blood stained the ground as Dante continued firing, killing the rest of the group. The mangled corpses of the demons bodies littered the floor. Dante lowered his weapons.

"That's it? Made it seem so much bigger over the phone" he said frowning at the still cowering bar owner. The man shook his head. "No...it gets worse. These were just small fry." he said. The bar shook, a few chairs fell over and some glasses crashed to the ground. Something big was moving. Dante looked up as on the adjacent wall of the bar the surface cracked. With a loud crash the wall was shattered as something very large and heavy broke through. Dante rose an eyebrow at the grotesque sight before him. Another demon similar in appearance to the ones he just killed. Only this one was much larger. It stood about 8 feet tall, with four arms each ending in four fingered claws. It had piercing golden eyes with black slitted pupils. It had a long scaly tail and stood on powerfully muscular legs with sharp talons. The demon snorted twice before bellowing, causing the bar owner to cover his ears. Dante opened fire, the bullets piercing the beasts thick skin. It screeched in pain as it charged with surprising speed. Dante jumped into the air, flipping over the demon. Pointing his guns down he spun in the air whilst firing rapidly. Bullets hailed down as the demon roared. Landing he quickly jumped out of the way as it swung its tails, smashing numerous chairs and tables. Dodging each attack he continued firing. The demon roared again and stopped its rampage, hissing fiercely. Dante smirked and turned his back to the creature. Reaching for his guitar box he opened it, pulling out Rebellion. Holding the blade across his shoulder he turned back around. Taking his right hand he gestured for the beast to charge.

"Come on big boy. Let's get this party going." he taunted. Tilting its head the demon roared and charged forward. It swiped at Dante who blocked with the dull side of Rebellion. Taking its other arm it swiped at him, he rolled underneath the attack. Grabbing the blade he made three quick slashes, cutting off three of its arms. Crimson blood gushed out as the monster bellowed in pain. Dante then jumped back creating space, holding Rebellion out in front he took a quick stance before charging forward performing his trademark Stinger maneuver, jamming the blade deep into the demon's chest. The demon bellowed again, slumping down. Blood poured unto the floor as Dante gripped the sword with both hands. Slashing up he cut the beast in half, entrails and blood spewing everywhere. Flicking the blood off he placed it across his shoulder. Surveying the scene his job was done. Walking out he looked back at the still cowering bar owner.

"I'll expect payment shortly." he said leaving. Another job completed. Time to get back to the shop, feast on some pizza and maybe knock back a few shots.

Back in London...

"Uh...Walter...what the hell is this?" Seras questioned pointing to the pack of blood on the desk. It was Hellsing brand donated blood kept in large stock for both Alucard and Seras. Walter looked at her with an odd expression, wasn't it obvious?

The aging butler sighed. "Well Ms. Victoria, that is donated blood which the Hellsing organization keeps in supply. It's been some time since you have fed so under Sir Integra's orders I have gathered it for you." he explained. Seras was difficult in this area. Since Alucard sired her she almost completely refused to drink blood. The young fledgling looked at the sack of red liquid. A deep and powerful hunger resonated through her body. She was thirsty, and wanted that blood. Her blue eyes showed both hunger and sadness. "Well...you see...I just...can't." she said looking down. Her blonde hair covering her pained expression. Walter sighed, shaking his head.

"Just drink the blood you idiot." Alucard said sternly. The vampire king phased through the wall of Seras's quarters. Frowning, he narrowed his red eyes. Seras turned, facing her master. "Honestly. I almost wish I hadn't turned you and that you refused my offer. You are a vampire. A demon of the night. Your strength and ferocity is sustained by consuming the blood of humans. If you don't feed you will continually grow weaker." he said walking up. Seras played with her Hellsing uniform nervously.

"But I..."

"No back talk. Do as you're told and drink." Alucard ordered. Seras sighed before picking up the sack of blood. Biting into it she poured the cool blood into her mouth. A warm powerful sensation overtook her as she drank. She could feel the blood nourishing her and renewing her powers. With a content sigh she tossed the empty pack into a trash can.

Alucard grinned, "Good now we have business to attend to." he said turning to leave leaving Seras confused. She blinked twice before walking after him.

Integra sat in her office, flipping through various photos. They were photos of a series of gruesome vampire attacks. Whole families slaughtered, bodies mangled and torn apart. Narrowing her eyes she sighed.

"This seems to be an increasing trend the past few weeks. Random acts of cruelty and brutality. Vicious murders taking place. This isn't even due to thirst. Something has stirred these vampires into wanton acts of destruction. What could that cause be?" she said. The door opened and in walked Alucard and Seras.

"Good evening, my Master" he said taking off his hat and bowing. Integra looked up, nodding. "Good evening my servant. I have something important to talk to the both of you about." she said pushing the photos away. Integra explained to the two vampires about the recent increase of vampiric attacks on the public. Hellsing was busy investigating into who or what was stirring these vampires into such violence. The Round Table called a meeting to discuss these happening. "Your presence is expected Alucard, Seras you too." Alucard smirked while Seras remained quiet. "That is all for right now. The meeting will take place tomorrow evening. You both are free to retire for the night." she said.

Alucard nodded, he then phased out of the room in a shadowy after image. Seras jumped, "Wait, Master! You know I don't how to do stuff like that!" she whined as she turned and left the room. Integra chuckled slightly, those two could be quite the comical pair.

Meanwhile in a further part of the city in an abandoned warehouse a very different meeting was taking place. A man sat in a chair facing a large number of robed individuals whom were currently kneeling in submission. He was middle aged, a little over 30 years old. He had slick brown hair, red eyes and a brown goatee. He stood 6'0 and had a slim build. He was dressed in an all black suit with black shoes. Sitting with one leg crossed he held his chin on his palm.

"Have we found suitable locations?"

"Yes Master. This city will serve for the ritual well." one person said speaking up.

"Good. Have we located the final seals?"

"Two remain."

"Hhmm...only two? Very well then continue searching. Meanwhile I want to continue with our activity. We need to draw out Hellsing. Do whatever it takes." he ordered.

"My Lord what of the vampires under our control? Shall we allow them to feed at their leisure?"

"Yes. If you come across any potential replacements sire them."

Sitting up he gazed around. "Our plans shall soon come to fruition. Only a few steps are missing. Soon, we will be able to take back this city. After that our final objective shall remain." he said holding out an open palm.

"Hellsing shall fall." he said clenching his fist.

End chapter

Next one coming soon and will feature some more fighting. Thanks for reading and please review!