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7-7-2014—I realized when I first uploaded this that I was a little rushed so I'm reworking the chapter(s) again, now that I have a foundation firmly stuck in my head. Also to those who are curious I am making a public www -dot- Familyecho -dot- com account that will display the House of Hellsing to clarify the connections to Cameo appearance the Phantomhive Family and a few others... maybe a few surprising hints of what's to come XD

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P.s. Please don't mess with the tree... you have no idea how hard it is to make one that matches the timeline of the story

And please can some of you give a review, I mean damn I'll take a few flames even at least I know someone likes my story enough to give a comment… talk about a confidence killer sigh.

5-14-15- finishing chapter 2 so going to update soon, however since reading Hellsing Blood Heritage and its sequel Black Magick by Rhiannon Thanatos, I got inspired. I decided to add seeds of the HP universe with my story... if well-liked then I'll enter a plot with Gellert Grindelwald during the Nazi Acts if not then they will be just easter eggs.

Again chapter 2 is coming soon maybe about a week or two from now, really depends on that Job interview in real life... sigh I hate reality... Ta Ta for now

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Chapter 1

The Sacred, The Profane and The Mundane

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The Louisiana swamp was still muggy and humid even at this hour of night and it was also rainy season so what was a boggy forest was now a flooded alien world. The tops of what were once big rocky hills and grassy knolls to the roofs old houses were now muddy and moldy islands of gunk and rotting wood. A strange archipelago made of natural things and manmade edifices.

In some areas the dark murky water was so deep that a boat can float by the tops of telephone poles and the truly huge and ancient swamp oaks their black branches bare except for clumps of Spanish moss that drapes along them like veils. Some of these eerie trees on the dry ground have crude manmade décor hanging on the thinner branches. Chimes made of clay jugs, dry hollow reeds and heavy glass bottles, clanging and clacking to together in a haunting melody carried with the tepid summer breeze, combining with the chorus that came from the river frogs and crickets; it gave the night a type of calm unique to the bayou.

Except for what was underneath this natural lullaby, a layer of terror and rot that rises to chill the spines of those who could perceive it.

The moans of agony from the mouths of many, filling the moist air with angry screams and chilling inhuman wails; ungodly sounds that could not even be muffled by the sound of their fan-boat running full speed. Which was moving toward their the location of their first mission: The small Louisiana bog town of Mortton.

Seras Victoria wasn't sure of their mentor and her other comrade as said women were dhamphir, but she could literally smell the sickly sweet decay of something hideously evil in the atmosphere of this bog. It both set her fangs on edge and on a deeper darker level, an eagerness that alarmed her. Unlife is still confusing to get used to even after a year and a half it seems.

Or it could be this massive full body nausea that is gripping her like the world's worst hangover, or at least that's what Rayne called after the British woman described the feeling, as she not once drank even a pint in life. Sharp reflexes is what saved her… sort of. Seriously, of all the things the stories gets right, why does running water be the blooming one that holds… well water.

Seras had to stop her mental rant short as she heaved her donated lunch into the algae choked and debris filled floodwaters while her partner at the other end of watercraft watched sympathetically… with a damned smirk and Mynce just raised a thin brow, having already said her piece about the young fledgling's dietary habits.

"What's with the face now Vic, your not gonna upchuck your lungs this time?" asked her trenchant colleague in a dryly amused voice. Seras clenched her fangs, not bothering to turn her face to see Agent BloodRayne, a dhamphir who like her, was a recent addition to the Brimstone Society, but had been there for over a year now while Seras was in her sixth month of service.

Rayne was the definition of a "Femme Fatale" Her outfit is a revealing, black and red leather outfit she wore like a second skin; corset-like top with disconnected sleeves, and skin-tight black, red-stitched leather-pants, with sewn in, 5-inch steel stiletto boots. The last part was a little irritating to the British Draculina since Rayne would still be about two inches taller without the her sharp heels. The young vampire always hated being short.

The British fledgling gave the fiery redhead an impressive glare, though the threat was ruined as her blonde head once again went over the side of the speeding airboat. Rayne's amusement faded as she faced the eldest of them.

"Thanks for dragging us out here Mynce, we so love the water," said Rayne dryly. Her eyebrows raised at Seras agreement that was a combination of a moan and an animalistic snarl. Since she and Mynce had began training the British woman when she arrived at Brimstone's HQ, Rayne knew the petite young woman might have the demeanor of an innocent, naïve kitten… hell sometimes she was exactly that but the emerald-eyed dhamphir was beginning to see a burning fire flare up inside Seras the past few months.

Forget kitten, Agent Victorious was a tiger cub that was realizing that she has some nice deadly sharp claws and teeth that she was beginning to learn using.

"Vic, I have more right to complain then you do, after all I'm more likely to die out here then you would since I would boil faster then a lobster would with one dip," retorted Rayne.

Mynce narrowed her eyes at the banter and if the tibetan dhamphir had any less self-control Rayne was sure she would be rolling her grey eyes at them.

"Rayne, you are only half vampire, a dip might hurt but it won't kill you. With Seras, she has no one to blame but herself and her dietary habits for her current condition," retorted their mentor her flint gray eyes digging sharply at Seras who winced at the look of reprimand in them.

"In fact," continued Mynce as she stared down the fledgling whose mouth thinned in restraint from retorting as this was an old argument and unfortunately a correct one. "It is the reason Sir Trumain assigned you to this mission Seras, If you can't bring yourself to feed for yourself, then do so for self-preservation as this environment will allow nothing less,"

Seras Victoria grimaced at that revelation, and grit her fangs as another wave of cold painful nausea washed over her, once again wishing that the Crossing-of-Moving-Water were just another folktale and not fact. Since the young fledgling had "agreed" to this "Arms Loan" treaty, the last year and seven months had been a right surreal hell. For the first year since she woke as a vampire, had been training and struggling to come to terms with her new existence. Month after month she spent every night training with her elder brothers to test the limits of her reborn body and learning the basics of being a Midian vampire from her Master, Alucard. All three men were beyond pissed off at the situation, especially the old Nosferatu. In fact it made the Hellsing Heir, Arthur, profoundly respect the power of blood sorcery more since her Master's seals gave off a constant angry glow showing how restrained he really was.

Logically that aspect scared her and yet something deep inside was just as angry, even now she could feel the strong connection she had with her Sire though she couldn't decipher what she felt from due to her being far across the pond as it were.

Seras Victoria was petite young woman with a lissom and well developed build and was just shy of being twenty years before she had been given unlife. She had medium length, pale golden blonde hair, not far off from being considered platinum blonde cropped in a spiky ponytail with a fringe that slightly veiled her eyes, sky blue orbs set in a heart-shaped face with sharp features. Her outfit was her Hellsing uniform, the only thing that she had from home. A army-made shirt with breast pockets and with the Hellsing crest sown on the sleeves and collar; a matching mini-skirt, (she had a feeling that randy, womanizing tosser, Arthur Hellsing suggested this in the design) long stockings, and ankle fold combat boots, all in various shades of deep red.

She looked to be a proud solider of her Organization… though at the moment she seemed sicker than dog, being a newborn undead traveling in high speeds over moving currents of flood water. She wished that she had Rayne's weakness of water, it might of been painful but most had a high tolerance for pain in profession's like these; Hangover-like Nausea has no such discretion.

The fledgling's eyes flashed into an iridescent scarlet in her irritation before fading back to purplish twilight blue, which made the American dhamphir's smirk become a slight frowned the Asian one stare intently. This was a recent occurrence; Rayne thought that was because she and her own mentor, Mynce finally coaxed the stubborn (and starving) fledgling into drinking blood bags four months ago as Seras was still dealing with the fact that she wasn't human anymore even though its been almost close to two years since her turning, though Mince had other theories of the phenomena. Both dhamphir agreed that it was also a signal of her mental state, blue eyes meant human mindset and reasoning still held strong; Red meant that her Vampire nature was asserting itself and recently the blue was turning purple as though slowly being...devoured. Seras Victoria may continue mentally digging in her boot heels against it but its now a losing battle. In body, mind and now spirit, her vampiric instincts were finally beginning to firmly take root within the Englishwoman and they weren't going anywhere.

The Brimstone Society took this as a sign of progress, so did Mynce but Rayne had mixed feelings. She had come to care greatly about her protégé, as though she was the little sister she never had. But Sir Warren Trumain had Mynce and her research on the Nosferatu- True Undead, which apparently wasn't a myth. The old knight drove the point home when the he first introduced Seras Victoria to the dhamphirs… while she was resting in her honest-to-God coffin. The thing was just delivered to his study after it was unloaded from the cargo ship. Rayne could remember staring at the open casket that was leaning on the wall besides the bookshelf and inside the DEAD BODY of a young blonde woman.

As a dhamphir, all of her senses that were supernaturally heightened told her this was so. She SAW no movement, HEARD no breathing nor the thumping of a heartbeat, her nose SMELLED DEATH and the only strange thing about that was it was the scent of Old Death, the type you smell in ancient out-of-use crypts and dried out bones; a smell not associated with a corpse that obviously just died. She was about to ask what sick joke this was when the sun finally set and fresh corpse opened its eyes, yawned and groggily greeted, "Top to the morning" all without breathing and still no heartbeat.

It was the first time Rayne did something she thought she'd never do: Freak Out. Mynce brought it up now and then with a ghost of a smile one her dark small lips. Rayne one she'd never let it down about her loss of composure.

Vampires, the common ones that the Brimstone Society and others fought were supernatural creatures who are categorized by the name Strigoi, but they were alive with a heartbeat, hell sometimes more than one. but some researchers recorded abilities seemed like exaggerations or completely different type of monster. Turns out last part was true as Seras was utterly a different type of monster a Midian Nosferatu, The original roots of it all apparently.

The monsters Rayne and Mynce had been hunting for decades were ultimately descended from was the result of a black magic cult of early Medieval sorcerers led by Ekrisdis and Jure Grando with the goal of finding immortality. They experimented for years with the blood and ashes of a Nosferatu, a fledgling no doubt their was no way to capture experienced monsters that were described a primordial nightmares made solid. The first result was a failure that drove Ekrisdis insane and lead to the birth of a race of soul-sucking shadow-fiends and the second was result was the rest of the cult becoming infected and transforming into the first Strigoi- mutated and diluted copies of a Nosferatu.

This little story had given Rayne dark satisfaction because she now knew the truth of her father's origins. All that crap of him being the superior evolution a predator, a first generation son of the Prime Sources; it tickled Rayne's funny-bone that he was actually the mongrel offspring of a failed experiment and a third-rate parody of the REAL monster. She had laughed for weeks when she saw Seras Victoria the Nosferatu, the little adorable kitten that was so easy to tease was what that asshole Kagan was supposed to amount to.

Then a few months pass and the payoff of Seras Victoria's Training began to show and the dhamphirs realized,

Seras Victoria was a Nosferatu.

Rayne narrowed her verdant green eyes slightly as she watched Seras balance herself on the rusty airboat, as she recalled the recent discoveries she made in the last several months since working with the undead fledgling. Seras was a paradox sometimes she was innocent as a kitten other times the dhamphirs' instinct of self-preservation told the both of them to RUN.

Then again, she now was trying not to laugh at the indignant look on Seras's pixyish face, who was looking like a sulky child.

"Bloody Brimstone gits, how the raw bleeding hell am I going to tuck in anything if this place forces me to thunder it out anyway," snarled the Englishwoman in uncharacteristic sarcasm.

"Relax, Vic, at least you just get a hangover. Like I said, I have more right to complain then you do since a dip for me might as well be acid; suck it up it won't kill you," chided Rayne drily.

"So does sticking a bleeding finger in my eye doesn't mean I have to do it," griped back Seras. The normally pleasant vampire must be really agitated if she was this aggressive. Rayne also noted her eyes had yet to change back to blue though now more of a wine color than Scarlet. Seras Victoria's inner nature, the vampire element knew it was in a dangerous environment, perhaps more so than her dhamphir companions; it could not be entirely suppressed this time.

"Anyroad, how the bleeding hell should I know what a hangover is, I never got slewed in my life," grumbled Seras

Steely green eyes looked at the weakened blonde woman again and raised a thin eyebrow.

"What I see is the description of the mother of all hangovers, but its better than being boiled alive, besides after this I'll take you to a bar and you can get the benefits as well as the downs,"

Seras lifted her round pixyish face and her wine-red eyes glared weakly at the smirking redhead.

"How is that supposed to be motivation? I don't think I could even get bloody pissed, besides isn't it poxy illegal in this country?"

"Naww didn't you hear Vick?, They repealed it last April,"

"Mores the Pity"

Rayne again found this situation hilarious since the sickly Britt was a Nosferatu, a Midian creature that even Angels and Demons fear. Even when training her and helping her with her vampire abilities that awakened, like her blurring speed and telekinesis. And another thing- the blonde Britt was STRONG, what even the dhamphirs couldn't lift what she did without strain and with one hand; that could even intimidate the common Strigoi vampires

And when she mastered a skill or power she would jump for joy like a six-year-old child and be a hyper-chatterbox until sunrise.

Mynce however while amused by the sisterly banter decided it was enough.

"Girls, now is not the time for pleasantries."

Rayne rolled her green eyes while inwardly musing that this is was what it must be like to have a younger and a older sibling. As she had this thought a mosquito bit her causing her to slap her shoulder in irritation. "Damn bloodsuckers."

Seras snorted at the sudden irony, even Mynce gave a small smile. "Careful with your relatives, Rayne," she said.

"They should have more sense," said the American dhamphir with a huff.

"Hmmm, well as I said enough of the pleasantries as this is our first assignment from brimstone as a team so everything must be perfection," stated the purple-clad dhamphir Seras groaned but still straightened up from where she sat on the front end of the airboat, teeth- now fangs clenched. she recognized Mynce's tone, she always used it for her sudden pop quizes.

"Now... so what do we know so far?" instructed Mynce looking at Rayne, her cool tone sharp with authority.

"Fine," started Rayne with a indifferent huff. "Newspapers claim the people of Mortton, Louisiana are turning into some type of monster. They've been calling them "Mutates". Doctors think a new disease is the cause so they had the town and the surrounding area quarantined."

"Very good," complimented Mynce before her almond gray eyes turned expectantly at Seras who blinked at the sudden attention

Rayne also looked pointedly at Seras who had a "huh?" look before comprehending, which made Rayne snort, which Seras retaliated with a snake-hiss at Rayne.

Both dhamphirs raised had raised eyebrows at that, knowing when Seras acts more like an animal that it means her vampire instincts are quite strong. Her currently burgundy eyes went a few shades closer to blood red as well.

"Well lets see then…" started Seras as she narrowed her eyes while she dredged up the mission report she read nights ago. "Before the authorities issued the quarantine, they're were several reports of numerous Biological masses in town. they were observed to be carriers of the bloody disease."

Mince gave her a ghost of a smile and said to both, "you make me proud."

The Seras grinned cheerfully showing her fangs-that were noticeably larger and sharper, before continuing on.

"And that's where Brimstone comes in," explained Mycne, watching her fellow dhamphir perk up in coiled excitement at the mention of fighting. They were in the airboat for over since the sunset three hours ago and she had to watch Seras vomit five times before beginning to endure it while random sprays of murky water stung her worse than a swarm of killer bees; no question that both vampiric women wanted to move on and out NOW.

"Our mission directive is this: Destroy the sources of the infection as well as many as the infected townspeople as possible. The disease cannot spread beyond this village." Finished Rayne grimly.

Seras's redding eyes flashed back to blue for a few seconds as they went wide and even Rayne who was more callous of the three seemed a bit surprised at the severe command.

"Sort of a bugger cure don't you think?" asked the British vampire.

"You'll be doing them a favor, in the final stages their' brains liquefy and run out of their nose and ears."

Seras looked like she was going to throw up… again.

"Hell of a cold," Rayne commented nonchalantly.

The three of them sat in intense silence as the sped toward the first destination in Mortton, until Seras suddenly and very violently shuddered as a pins-and-needles sensation swept over her. Her eyes flared scarlet once again as a pained, aggravated hiss erupted from her pale throat as she recognized the feeling.

"Rayne... Mynce… is the first Bio-mass in or more likely near a blooming Church?" asked Seras calmly as she could, inwardly the vampire inside herself began to growl, feeling cheesed off.

"Oh, right… forgot about that," said Mynce in a rare rueful voice. Since she and Rayne was half-human, they were still considered children of god and with their vampire blood is able to sense holy objects and the like and be completely unaffected. Most all species of Vampires are repelled from such things; areas guarded by such things might as well be a high voltage electric fence.

If you noticed in the Bible, God NEVER created the Darkness, it is was just There; Just as ageless as Him. So the Strigoi vampires, the type like Rayne's father, are actually more a part of the natural world due to their origins, earthly forms corrupted but not entirely stolen and remade so are considered cursed but spiritually salvageable. Midian Nosferatu, the True Vampires are completely unearthly, spirit and soul reborn in the Womb of the Void itself and flesh remade by its touch and imbued with pure abyssal essence. Nosferatu are Children of the Abyss no exceptions.

Seras tried explaining to her dhamphir comrades as best she could, but what she understood was that things that are blessed or sanctified have the presence of the Divine in them, be it God, Holy Spirits, even some pagan deities. She was Undead, a Midian and a child reborn form the Darkness that defies the edict of nature in body, mind and soul.

In the end Seras told Rayne and Mynce in simple understandable terms that she and others like her is are illegal aliens and God and all that is Holy wants them all deported, but mostly exterminated.

The subject was left alone since then.

Rayne sighed before holding out her arm to the British fledgling who was so shocked by the action that her eyes for brief seconds became blue again.

"Relax, I'll tell you when to stop, I get the feeling that "Mutate Gumbo" is coming up so I'll refuel, plus this will keep us connected since I had your blood a few days, not just the fact that a pint of my blood is worth a half-gallon of a human's."

"Rayne..." said Mynce chilly and quietly.

"Yes, Mynce I got it, Vic's supposed to hunt for herself in this mission, but she's not going to get anywhere to do that if she's weakened even further than the flood is already doing, besides that the side-efects are going to be worth it." retorted the bloodthirsty american woman, her verdant green eyes almost challenging.

Rayne had done blood exchanges a few times already on lower-scale missions when she was paired with Seras when the stubborn fledgling's starvation was getting in the way of things and that lead to many a discovery.

The first time, Rayne was the drinker. Rayne's vampiric heritage actually augments her healing and human immune system to off the chart levels, as a result can literally drink any type of blood in any state rarely getting any negative effects while doing so; be it rotten or diseased. The bad thing was the fact it gave Rayne a big appetite. When she got severely injured, on a mission in France, Seras had had given her a few swallows of her own blood not even a cup. Rayne was shocked to find herself completely healed under a minute, all of her senses and powers boosted and the fact she for the first time since her strigoi heritage awakened her hunger was silent and this lasted for a week after the mission was completed.

And then everyone learned that Rayne's aggressive temper and somewhat sadistic personality majorly instinctual because stemmed from the blood-thirst. Many that knew Rayne well enough had their jaws hit the floor on how laid-back and nice the american dhamphir was, some actually considered her possessed. Ironically when her personality came back fully many Brimstone veterans showed Rayne a lot more respect because of her now known colossal self-control over her constant hunger. Darkman, their main handler bluntly stated they rather her be a hell-raising bitch than just another insatiable monster.

The second time was a few months after and Seras had gone through a fearsome fight with a mongrel werewolf while leading a squad to hunt it down and was at the threshold of killing everyone around her in a Blood-Rage. Rayne, who by now had experience with working with Seras for awhile did not want to find out what a Nosferatu in a hungry berserker frenzy would be like so stuffed her arm abruptly into the Englishwoman's hissing thirsty mouth. Rayne was damn luck she didn't loose that limb but was nearly exsanguinated under five minutes before Seras got her senses back. Seras Victoria and everyone around her was lucky that night; dhamphir blood was 7x more quality then mortals and if Rayne wasn't there then the entire squad would've become ghouls.

The most surprising and relevant thing was when Seras gave some blood back to make sure Rayne wasn't going to die right in front of her. Rayne could only compare what happened like this: Her blood was like uncut diamonds that Seras drank in, when Seras ten minutes later feeds her back, her blood was still being assimilated by Seras's body so in other words the Draculina was giving some of Rayne's blood back; the diamonds cut and polished and refined and better than before.

This time the side-effects were stronger than before and didn't wear off for months and even when it did, Rayne's powers were still a lot stronger then before the blood exchange.

The best part was that the Strength of her thirst lessened, as though she could get more nutrition out of what she drank and therefore had to feed less often. Seras says she doesn't know how but that her blood had made Rayne's strigoi blood have a stronger presence.

While curious and grateful to have avoided a crisis, Sir Trumain since then had ordered Mynce and Rayne to get Seras to stuff blood bags down her throat before every mission, and he made sure the blood bags were donated specifically for Seras so she couldn't deny outright. They still fight with her over it several times a month.

Now a year has passed since and effects of the event were still being felt. Rayne and Seras had a type of supernatural bond as though their blood calls to the other. both vampiric women can feel the emotions of the other as well as find one another with out mistake.

This would be the first time since then Rayne and Seras would Exchange.

Instincts told Seras that such a thing had consequences but for better or worse she hadn't a clue yet.

So with just some hesitation Seras Victoria's fangs bit down Rayne's wrist, the dhamphir never wincing at all. Since she was only half-human there was no danger of her becoming a ghoul… Rayne never saw a ghoul look liked since Seras never had cause to drain a human yet so she never saw the morbid phenomena. Mynce watched silently with a detached curiosity, during their mission at the time she was on one of her own, so had only heard the story second-hand.

By the time their airboat hit the muddy shore, a now thirsty Rayne dislodged the craft as well as Seras from her wrist who gave thanks for the feeding was now able to stand on church ground without trembling with pain though her eyes were now a constant vivid scarlet.

"One of the biological masses was found at the end of this road, in a graveyard behind the church. Let's look around here first," directed Mynce as they neared the shore.

The three vampiric women began to search the tiny 'island', A dark thirty-foot stone wall that they had periodically seen as they entered the Mortton area was to the left of them as well a few huge of those spanish moss-covered oak trees. To the right of the road were a telephone line and the parish church itself and more oaks. Seras sniffed the air once and hissed.

"This town had been very god-fearing and faithful, even with the severe sacrilege I sense there is still sacredness here strong enough to bother me… thanks for the drink if it wasn't for that I'd be going crackers in one of those trees, in fact that still seems like a bloody good idea my skins feels iffy," stated Seras with irritation her tone.

"Sacrilege?" asked Rayne.

"Look, I can't really explain it but opposites count okay, if you can bless something it can be cursed and vice versa," explained Seras as her left eye started twitching. Her red eyes narrowed. "Any road, what are those poxy mounds around here? they bloody reek something awful."

Both Rayne and Mynce said nothing, their own thoughts about the strange sludge mounds they all found scattered around the place.

Rayne's gaze zeroed on to one of what her comrade was speaking about and sneered slightly. Vicki was right the smell was foul and even unnatural… whatever it was it was part of the "sacrilege" she was taking about; though polar opposite it had a similar feeling she got around holy items.

Mynce walked over to the nearest mound by the the telephone pole for a closer examination. after a few minutes, Rayne started to fidget as the humid air slithered on her skin in a warm breeze. Seras turned her head sharp in its direction, hearing moans and growls that were closer than before and getting closer. the smell of ideas and decay was... fresher.

"What is it?" she heard Rayne ask Mynce and turned back to them while keeping an ear out for the welcoming committee.

"It is... was… human. It could be what is from the final stages of the disease, but there's something not quite right about it," Thought aloud Mynce as she stepped away from the mound of remains and stared at the church for a few seconds before looking sideways at the other two vampiric women who were looking at the mound themselves with disgusted curiosity.

"Let's check inside... Seras, will you be able to enter the church?"

The undead Englishwoman shuddered instinctively at the thought.

"Without feeling a lot of gyp? Not bleeding likely," answered Seras. Mynce was wondering what to do next when Rayne leapt with Olympic grace to the top of the house of worship. Seras looked up just in time to see the dhamphir slice a poor unwitting bat in pieces and splatter the building and suddenly the pious pressure lessened when Seras finally realized what Rayne was doing the redhead already kicked off the cross off the roof with a stiletto heel. Mynce blinked her usually expressionless face showing incredulous surprise.

Even though it made sanctification of the place dissipate to spiritual white noise, the fledgling vampire was still gobsmacked.

"Feel better Vicki?" came the nonchalant quip. Rayne's voice held amusement, probably at her comrades' expressions and that snapped Agent Victoria out of her daze.

"Rayne, you bloody barmy bird, are you trying to bring the trumpets upon us?"

"Oh relax, Vicki, if the big guy up there's real and didn't do a thing for his sheep, he can at least let the wolves clean up the mess."

"Oh clever of you," was Seras Victoria's the deadpan response. And before the dhamphir could retort a HUGE crack of lighting broke the air and made the very air shake. The thunderous sound startled Rayne of her perch but thanks for her unnatural dexterity was able to land on her feet, though her green eyes were bugged the fuck out. Mynce was actually slack jawed with shock.

There was complete silence for a few beats… the sounds of crickets and frogs slowly came back then….

"I think there is a ruddy disagreement with that account," said Seras numbly. Mynce actually laughed in disbelief at that statement.

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A/n- I shit you not, if you have the game and your on the very first level of Act 1 with the church, if you kick of the cross or destroy the giant one with J.C. on it in inside; seconds later, a deafening crack of THUNDER will shock you out of your seat.

First time I found this out on accident when I was trying to kill that bat that flew around the roof top cross just for the hell of it- that, and I dislike bats though I love vampires… a little irony for me.

Had an adrenaline rush through out the whole Louisiana Act after that shock.

BTW how's this for a rewrite, not to rushed or confusing right? Please review!