While you are a vampire and serve Hellsing destroying vampires, Anderson is the Vatican's best and weapon against vampires. Very often you have met each other on the battlefield.

This time he was sent to the outskirts of the city. Dealing with a horde of mindless ghouls, he was attacked from behind, and he immediately dodged the lunge. The vampire was quickly darting around the fire engulfed house and pouncing on Alexander from different directions.

Gradually circling the room as the flames spreading across the walls, they attacked each other. Alexander's throat was beginning to feel unpleasantly scratchy from the smoke he was inhaling, his cloak was burnt and torn, but he was not going to retreat. His opponent was also quite exhausted, and his movements began to slow down.

Next second the vampire, dodging his blow, made a slash and threw him to the floor, jumping on top of him and pinning him down. The last thing the priest felt before his mind went black was the cold hands on either side of his face, gripping his skull tightly...

Alexander woke up from the dull ache in his body. He was lying on the floors midst the already catching up wreckage. Something was wrong. The pain in his body after particularly severe injuries was familiar, but there was something else he couldn't identify.

He noticed your figure in the corner, and it made his lips spread into a wide grin. You'd probably already dealt with that vampire, and now it was time for the most interesting battle of the night.

Alexander grabbed the bayonet lying nearby and was about to throw it at you, but he dropped it. Through the torn glove, he could see the redness of his bare skin. The silver burned him.

A chill ran through his body as his eyes slowly widened, and the grin slid off his face. He ran his tongue slowly over his teeth...

He had fangs.

«I've been... turned?»

A hoarse voice echoed as Alexander stared at you with eyes filled with horror.