The first 200 lines.
Where? Where are you?
Pretty, pretty niece.
My pretty niece.
My pretty fräulein.
Budding flower and successor to the Royal Order of Religious Knights...
Hellsing Organization,
Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing.
Integra, you don't understand a thing.
I waited 20 years for my brother, no... your father to die.
But then at the hour of his death,
he made you head of the family and died.
Leaving a will which I cannot accept.
He shouldn't have done that.
It was an unforgivable act.
Hellsing is mine!
Integra...
If it should ever come to it...
If the situation is critical...
If you've been cornered by the enemy and there's nothing else you can do,
go to the long forgotten jail in the basement.
One of the legacies of our Hellsing family is there.
A means for your protection.
This is the means for my protection.
I've found you, fräulein.
Uncle...
That's right, fräulein.
You want the Hellsing family so badly...
...that you'd be willing to go so far as to...
Right once again, fräulein.
The dead body...! It's...!
Bastards!
What's that? What did you just say?
Please, I'd appreciate it if you tell us one more time...
Director of Hellsing...
Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing.
Very well, I'll tell you once more.
They're ghouls. The village has become a ghoul den.
Ghouls are what becomes of
non-virgin human beings who've been attacked by vampires.
They're much like zombies controlled by vampires.
Which means there's a vampire in the village.
Ghouls, vampires...?
That's ridiculous!
You expect me to believe an occult story like that?
Petty officials like you don't know, and don't need to know.
But our Royal Order of Religious Knights,
better known as the Hellsing Organization,
has been fighting these monsters for a very long time.
In fact, it's only natural you don't know since we are a special operations agency organized
for the purpose of eradicating the satanic monsters that wish to harm
our British Empire and Protestant Church.
There's a vampire in the village that's controlling the ghouls.
The adversary is a monster.
Send in all the regular troops and police you want...
...you're just providing them with more food.
Only when a Dracula sucks the blood of a female-virgin
or a Draculina sucks the blood of a male-virgin
do the vampires breed new vampires.
In all other cases, the people are nothing more than food.
They turn into ghouls and become the vampire's servants.
I've lost the signal from Search Party Squads 2 and 3.
What?
What's going on? Answer! Answer! Hey!
In order to keep the ghouls from further multiplying,
you need to terminate the leader vampire itself.
That's where we come in.
Hellsing will take care of the vampire.
You can't be serious.
One of our top anti-vampire experts is already on his way
to the town of Cheddar.
The issue will be settled in a matter of hours.
Who the hell is he?
When it comes to monsters...
...especially vampires...
...he's the greatest expert there is.
It's a great night.
The kind of night that makes me want to drink blood.
Ah, the quiet... It really is a great evening.
There's no use running.
There's no use firing your gun either.
Eddie...
Simon...
That's right. Your partners are mine now.
I'm going to make you one of mine as well.
What I want is a loyal slave.
I don't want to create some Draculina with her own free will.
Girls your age aren't usually virgins nowadays, but...
...I'm still going to rape you.
After that, I'll take my time as I suck your blood.
I'll have you join the other ghouls.
I'm going to make you my slave.
Who the hell are you?
I'm a professional killer.
A professional killer?
You're a professional killer? You can't be serious.
Have you lost your mind?
Kill him.
Are you dead already, professional killer?
He's a vampire?
That's right.
Humans don't make very reliable anti-vampire experts.
They injure quickly.
They die quickly.
Even their spirits are weak.
The most efficient way to destroy a vampire
is with another vampire.
And the domesticated vampire at the Hellsing Organization...
...is first class, even amongst them.
How can he kill them like that?
Those bullets...
They're exploding 13mm shells made out of
a melted down silver cross from Lanchester Cathedral.
They'll kill any freak they hit.
Why...? Why?!
Why would a fellow vampire side with the humans?
Don't move, professional killer!
She's the only survivor. Don't you want to let her live?
Come on, it's no big deal.
Help me escape.
Or at least look the other way.
Young lady, are you a virgin?
What are you talking about?!
I'm asking if you're a virgin.
You swine!
Answer!
Yes! I am!
You... miserable creature!
What's your name?
Your father called me...
...Arucard.
In order to hit his heart, I had to hit your lung.
Sorry, but it's a high caliber gun. You won't last very long.
What do you want to do?
Father...
Mother...
Tonight... really is...
...a great night.
Hey.
Where am I?
Holy smokes, it's a Police Girl!
A cop!
The fuzz!
The law!
I'm going to be raped...
...or killed!
What's it feel like to be dead, Police Girl?
But it was your choice.
The path of the Draculina.
I can't move.
Where am I?
Police Girl, how's it feel now that you're a Draculina?
Fangs?!
You're too loud, Police Girl.
I don't care if you're a Draculina now,
you still must act like an English woman.
Draculina?
U-Um, excuse me, but where am I?
The Royal Order of Religious Knights.
Better known as the Hellsing Organization.
We expel monsters. We are monsters.
So then I'm...
Of course you'll be working for us as a member of the Hellsing Organization.
We've had a string of incidents involving some suspicious Midians.
Take out the vampire, Police Girl.
They severed their victims' heads and wrote messages with their blood.
This is a challenge to Christianity and Christians.
They're thumbing their noses at our church, our country, and Hellsing.
The target is moving north on Route 17.
They're going around attacking families they've selected beforehand.
These goddamn freaks must not be allowed to live!
Soon we'll be able to live forever.
We'll be invincible vampires.
You can't even change into fog or a bat.
You can't even heal your gunshot wounds.
If you run out of bullets, you can't even fight.
And you want to be a nosferatu? Shame on you!
Don't let her get away, Police Girl.
Yes!
What's wrong? Make it quick.
She's incredibly fast!
She's already 500 or 600 meters away.
Think of yourself as having another eye on your forehead and shoot.
Shoot like a human, and you'll only be able to hit like a human.
But...
You can't miss.
The heart. A single shot right through the heart.
But I don't have a scope, and look how dark it is.
That would be a problem if you were human.
But you're no longer human.
It's such a big gun, and yet I hardly felt any recoil at all.
It's night, and yet I could see better than during the day.
Well done, Police Girl.
And now, I'm having a conversation through some sort of telepathy.
What on earth's happened to me?
I'm...
Not yet.
You still have a ways to go.
And a long ways to go at that.
Too many.
Far too many.
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