Count Dracula was dueling with a man in a long, dark coat. There were people around them. At least what looked like people. Their eyes were a deep shade of purple, and their skin was wrinkled, ripped, and decayed. Ghouls. Ghouls watched as their Vampiric host did battle with the man who had suddenly appeared from the mist of the foggy england twilight. Both combatants fought at amazing speed that the mindless drones who observed could not truly appreciate. Block, slash, parry, stab, parry. Both used abstract styles of swordplay in a vain attempt to confuse the other, but they were at a match. The Count's gaze ripped away from the situation at hand when he noticed the man in a large, red coat holding an ax above the coffin that was shaded by the horse-drawn wagon. "No!" He screeched.

The other man in the darker coat took advantage of the momentary lapse of attention in his opponent, and swung his sword into the Count's chest, rending an enormous gash into him. "God damn you, bloody Saxon!" He cursed himself for being distracted so easily. The blade his attacker was wielding was one of sturdy steel encased in hardened silver. This wound would not heal quickly, if at all. Before turning to run to save himself from the man in the red coat, the other man spoke to the count, "That was pay back for the curse you set upon me, Vlad. I hope van Helsing makes you burn in the sunlight." The man licked his sword clean of the count's blood, and sheathed it. The red in his eyes glowed a bright orange as he ingested the crimson liquid. "NO! NOOO!" The count screamed as his assailant ran and disappeared, leaving him to the hands of the red-clad man they both feared so very much. He was a killer of their kind. The casket was shattered, and the shards and splinters rained down.

Wolf awoke under a pile of twisted, burning metal. His mind raced as he tried to separate the last two hours form what was only his vivid memories. Then it hit him. The Zeppelin. Shit!

"Seras!" He called out for the girl. No answer. "Seras!! Where are you?"

Finally, faint coughing was heard, then her voice. "Here!" Her voice rang out.

"You alright?" He called out. She spoke to him in his mind.

I'm fine, what in the hell happened? Where is every body?

I don't know exactly, but I can feel Alucard and Integra's presences in the blimp.

Okay, just climb your way up and find me.

Wolf pulled the bits of metal and scraps of other material out of his flesh, and proceeded to climb up and out of the wreckage. As he climbed, the sun poured in, causing his flesh only to tingle slightly, not to burn.

When he arose out of the metallic destruction, The view was not pretty. England burned. The citizens of the once proud city of London were dead or dying, and those who were physically and mentally healthy were attempting to hide from the ghouls that had not wandered into the sun. And a blond woman in a priest cassock was creeping around the ruined airship with a heavy machine gun, and several bandages wrapped loosely around the lower half of her face. Blood soaked through on both sides of the crude bandages, giving her the appearance of a rosy-cheeked doll.

Wolf chuckled to himself, "Heh heh heh. Raggedy Clergy."

"Wolf!" Seras's voice came from behind. "Are you okay?"

He turned to face her. "Yeah, I'm just fine." He remarked as he picked the last bit of glass from his face.

Seras suddenly realized that Alucard and Integra were still inside. "Oh shit!"

They both ran to the area they suspected was the observation deck, since the glass population there was much higher.

Seras began calling for both of them, and Wolf began digging through the wreckage. Finally, they found Integra trying to worm her way out of the twisted metal.

"Wolf! Seras! What happened?" She inquired.

Wolf pointed to a small, abandoned airship dock in the center of the torn balloon.

Integra was silent for a moment. Then she cursed. "DAMN IT!" She was angry at herself for not being able to stop the Major. "That insane little Nazi son of a ..." She continued a long string of curses at the round man. Finally she stopped and asked. "Where is Alucard?"

"I'm here" Alucard's voice came over a pile of broken glass.

Seras gasped. "Your hand!"

"The Jackal. Probably Walter's doing." He retorted, obviously annoyed with his current state

Wolf chimed in. "That won't heal fast, Alucard."

"I know that. Saxon."

Seras interrupted, "If I may interrupt, What do we do now?"

"We retreat and regroup." Alucard said.

Wolf responded "To where? Your estate is destroyed, A zeppelin crashed into it."

Seras smirked at the morbid pleasure of grinding Zorin Blitz's head along the wall, filing it to a nub.

All three looked to Sir Integra. "Where do we go?"

She thought for a moment. All three staring at her in anticipation didn't seem to faze her in the least.

Suddenly she spoke. "We will occupy the other estate."

Wolf and Sers's ears shot up. "What other estate?"

"It's rarely spoken of ." Integra said.

"This will be difficult without Walter." Seras mentioned sorrowfully.

"Yes, but we'll make it. Hellsing never fails."