No vampire of any age and power could have missed the warm life and holy aura that emminated from such a human. Mithias pulled his cloak around his tall frame, lowering his pale head to peer downward through one of the windows on the top floor of the asylum. Unbeknowest to the human, immortal golden eyes watched his every move as he stood bravely and alone on the brink of nightfall, so near the necromancer's lair. 

"A human hunter approaches, master." Mithias relayed the information that only his vampire senses could gather. "Your minions fear him..." Mithias read the surface thoughts of the creatures around him. "They fear him, and he has killed many." He added in a lower voice. "It is a Hellsing."

Somewhere in the darknes behind him, a voice answered. "Deal with him, vampire." 

Stepping back from the window, Mithias silently complied, descending to the ground level where he would appear out front. This is what he was for. This was his purpose, to be a bodyguard, a hitman for the necromancer's more difficult enemies. Mithias grinned to himself. Battle and slaughter were so rewarding. 

Before Tobi could approach too closely, a dark presence made itself known. The wind picked up and the sounds of nocturnal creatures went quiet. A figure with long black hair and skin as white as snow blocked the entrance to the asylum. The gleam of blades were visible at his sides, sticking out from under his cloak, but the details of his face were hidden under a hat. 

"Do you want to die, trespasser?" Mithias cut the silence, making himself obvious. It was clear he wasn't human. The vampire was terrifying merely standing still.