I don't own Hellsing or it's characters. I think. I'll have to double check and get back to you.

...Did he just call her Countess?

I think he did.

I thought she was just a knight.

Don't look at me. I'm French. I don't understand the British nobillity system.

Look at you?

Oh hush. When did you get such a sarcastic sense of humor?

I think it was when I sucked your blood and soul into me. Whole mixing of minds and souls and whatever.

Yeah, yeah, whatever. Why haven't I changed?

Maybe you're sweeter than you used to be.

And maybe I was always this sweet. And you were always this funny. We just bring out the good parts in each of us.

Awwwww.

Heads up! I think tall dark and creepy is looking our way.

"What are they doing?" Anderson thought as he sat by Enrico's body. He was vaguely aware of a Millennium Nazi shooting at his chest. Without thinking about it, he flung a bayonett at the Nazi, striking him in the neck.

"That's how it should have worked," Anderson thought as he stood up. "The leader and the soldiers have to be almost as one. Gotta trust each other. They're practically married, those two.

"The Count and his bride... no." Anderson said as he pulled bayonets from his coat. "The Count and the Countess."



The Major clapped his hands together lightly.

"It's beautiful, is it not?"

"I'm afraid I don't know what you are talking about, mein Fuher."

The Major laughed. "Naturally. Naturally. That is not your realm of expertise, is it, Herr Doctor? Your world is one of numbers and formulas and laws and knowledge. Mine is a world of strategy and thoughts and emotions and understanding. I must understand the foe's thoughts and feelings so I may best destroy him."

He smiled. "Yes. And I know best how to destroy them. Is the Captain ready?"

The Doctor glanced down at his console. "He is ready when you are. Shall we send him?"

The Major held up his hand. "No. It is not yet time. The priest has not had his chance. And," he nodded towards the silent, dark figure. "The Butler is not ready. I don't have my coca yet. But when they are ready? War to the Count."

He lowered his face and the shine from the screens reflected off his glasses. "And Death for the Countess."