The bus engine roars. You hear the passengers behind you stirring and muttering- It annoys you, so you turn and glare them into silence.
As it happens, you have been hired by a certain disreputable group. Before, you were nothing but your brother's enforcer- He sold the drugs, you forced the addicts to cough up the cash. It was a decent enough life, though you'll admit that your brother's stuck up attitude grates at you sometimes.
"We're here," Luke says, startling you out of your thoughts. You shake your head. This isn't like you. You don't bother thinking about stuff much- Not when it's faster to just do things, instead.
You follow him out of the bus, and start walking up the path to the gate. Luke is saying something, but you've spent enough time around him to know it's nothing important- He just likes to hear the sound of his own voice. As he trails off expectantly, you grunt a noncommitive "Fuck yeah," In response. Whether he notices you blowing him off or not, he seems to take that well enough.
Soon, you find yourselves looking at a pair of guards watching over the gate to an ornate old manor- The Hellsing Family Estate, from what you've been told. Your blood is starting to pump- Just a few weeks back, you hadn't even heard of vampires- And now, you are one. Immortal and powerful, built from the ground up for one purpose.
You and your brother are to destroy the Hellsing Organization.
The guard stares at you, expectantly. Oh, had he said something? You'd best respond, then.
[] "Yo, we're here on vacation. Nice house."
[] "Damn, you're some unlucky motherfuckers~"
[] "I was going to snark, but fuuuck, you fuckers aren't worth it."
Afterwords,
[] Test out your Ghouls. You brought a busload of the freaks, after all.
[] Those shiny guns you were given are aching to shoot someone.
[] Your blood... It's BURNING. You're going to rip these fucks apart with your bare hands~