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First Encounter

(There's very slight difference between a German and a Polish accent. Just for your info, all the Makivels have a polish accent, so try to keep track of who is speaking when interactions between Cryna and Millennium occur)

Come men, over the hill we go

To meet our enemies face to face

To make this field our resting place

March on! March on!

This day is yours!

March on! March on!

To that glorious battlefield

To war! To battle! To glorious slaughter!

March on! March on!

To pain! To suffering! To death!

March on! March on I say!

For we shall never again see the light of day

Cryna danced as she sung her now favorite song, remembering all she had done in the past to those who had heard it. She no longer sung it exclusively when she was about to torture someone. She didn't mind the looks of the people around her; she knew none of them could understand her, since she was speaking in an old Polish dialect. Of course, her singing wasn't the only thing strange about her, the color of her hair and skin, and the manner in which she dressed was enough to warrant stares. But Cryna didn't care about this either. She had stopped caring about the opinion of others the day her father tricked her into performing the ritual by which one ascended to being a lich, eight hundred and ten years ago. Oh how she tortured her father after that, oh how she bathed in his blood. All that saved her from falling into madness had been the hungry cries of her baby brother. And now, she lived with the main branch of his descendants, having watched generation after generation come and go. None possessed magical powers though. It seemed the Makivel family's heritage had been lost with her, but she didn't mind that. She would remain the Makivel Matriarch forever, guiding and guarding her family, with the aid of her loyal vampire majordomo, Philip.

Upon finishing her daily morning stroll, Cryna returned home to the new Makivel Mansion located in a small English town not far from London. Here she lived with the latest generation of Makivels, Francis and Dorothy Makivel, along with a distant cousin of theirs, Eleanna Demoutier, who was a world-famous fashion designer. She didn't make many public appearances though, since she was only a tad bit insane. In the times that she wasn't creating magnificent clothes for the living to wear, she would dress up the dead. Anything dead would do, and when she learned the Makivel family secret, she immediately flew over from France to England and within a week, was officially adopted within the main branch of the family. From then on, she would spend hours, or even days, designing clothes for Cryna, Philip, and Cryna's newest vampyric servant, Philip's fledgling, Amilia, who acted as head maid in the mansion.

Entering through the front door and stepping into the lobby where Amilia awaited to take her coat, Cryna smiled as she saw Dorothy, aged nine, run down the stairs and leap into the arms of her aunt.

"Good morning Auntie Cryna!" the little girl cheered in perfect, accent-free English, as she hugged her child-like aunt, not at all affected by Cryna's cold skin

"Good morning my dear, did you sleep vell?" Cryna asked, kissing the child on the forehead.

"Yes auntie Cryna, I slept very well, and you?" Dorothy asked.

"Oh, my dear, haven't told you already, I haven't slept in more than eight-hundred years," Cryna laughed.

"Oh dear, then why aren't you all mean and cranky all the time?" Dorothy asked.

"How can I be mean and cranky with you around," Cryna chuckled. "Now release me, before you break me. Your stronger then you look, have you been weight training behind my back?"

"Good morning all," said the sleepy voice of Francis Makivel, Dorothy's father.

"Good morning dear nephew. You vorked late again yesterday, didn't you?" Cryna questioned, ready to scold her workaholic nephew. "For god sakes, Francis, haven't I told you that this family gets more money through me by the second than what you can make in a week? Take it easy damnit, enjoy your life, play with your daughter, or go on trips with her and your vife."

"Sorry aunt, I'm trying my best, but I can't seem to be able to get my mind off vork," Francis said, yawning.

"I can remedy that situation you know, though you might not like the procedure, und even less the final product," Cryna said, grinning.

"Now, now mistress, you should know by now that you can't control the living as well as us dead, let the poor boy kill himself at work, then just bring him back and force him to spend all his time with his family," said Philip's voice, just before the vampire materialized, his arms around Amilia's waist and his chin on her shoulder. The fledgling immediately blushed, but remained perfectly still. She owned Philip much for saving her life thirty years earlier, and in her mind, she would never have paid her debt in full until she saved his life as well. Cryna just looked at her butler with angry eyes, then sighed.

"Fine, vhatever. Amilia, come vith me please, there's something I need to talk to you about," Cryna aid, giving her niece a final kiss on the forehead and rubbing her head before making her way towards the stairs.

Amilia left Philip's embrace and followed her master's mistress, silently and docilely, her head somewhat held down, as if fearing something she did.

Upon entering her library, Cryna sighed with content, her senses going wild at the sensation of all the magic in the air. Every book, scroll and parchment within the room reverberated with magical energy, and Cryna felt it was safe to say that no matter how many times she read the documents she owned, she would always learn something new. She had Amilia sit down in the cushioned, throne like chair in the center of the room, and then she came and sat on Amilia's lap, facing her.

"Listen to me carefully, Amilia, you und I shall be going out tonight. The vampire incidents are abnormally increasing and I vant to know vhy. Other than Philip and Dracula, or vhat's become of him, there shouldn't be more than seven other master vampires in all of England. If I vent out vith Philip, ve vould attract too much attention from the human organization Hellsing, und I vould rather like prevent that from happening. You're a fledgling, one who has yet to prove to her master she is worthy of becoming a true nosferatu, and thus, you come vith me, so that you may finally grow in Philip's esteem," Cryna said, somewhat angry, pointing Amilia's chin with a claw-like, bony finger. "Have I made myself clear?"

"Yes mistress, crystal clear," Amilia said, submissive, bowing her head slightly.

"Foolish girl, look at me, vhy after these thirty years do you continue to act this vay? Fledgling or not, you're still a vampire, a rather powerful one at that, so start acting the part, vhat vould Dracula say if he saw you like this? I'm sure he'd kill you on the spot, especially now, since the Hellsing family forces him to fight against his own kind, not that he's ever been much of a caring ancestor when it came to his own kin," Cryna sighed.

Amilia looked up slowly, bringing a slight smile to the lich's lips. Cryna kissed the fledgling on the forehead and ran her fingers through her long brown hair.

"I envy you, did you know that. You gained immortality after gaining a mature body, and you've the shifting ability all vampires have. Lich's lack so many assets" Cryna sighed, gently setting her head on Amilia's voluminous chest. "But then again, I don't have nearly as many veaknesses as you do. Anyvay, be ready by sun down, and take as many veapons as you can, just to be sure. Hopefully, by the time Hellsing arrives, ve vill have killed and examined the vampires, if ve find any. Understood?"

"Yes, mistress Cryna," Amilia said, suddenly emboldened and kissing Cryna on the forehead.

Were she still human and had she been able to blush, Cryna would have certainly done so. But instead, she simply smiled. Yes, this servant was coming along nicely.

Later that night, in the center of London

Two heavily armed vampires were joyously enjoying the taste of virgin blood from a little twelve year old girl on the twentieth floor of an apartment building in the middle of London when they heard the ding of the elevator sound. Alarmed, they halted their feasting and headed out of the bloodied apartment, passing the butchered parents of their meal. They arrived in the hallway and aimed their machine-guns at the tall man dressed in a red leather trench coat, wearing orange sun glasses and a large red hat.

"Who the fuck are you?" one of the vampires demanded, already thinking of killing the man because he interrupted their meal.

"The clean up crew, I'm here to clean up the trash, you get three guesses to what that is," the man cackled, but in such a way that both vampires found themselves paralyzed in fear. The man then pulled out two huge pistols, one black, and one chrome.

He shot the first vampire in the head with the black gun, turning him into dust before he even hit the ground.

"That's one," the man cackled, an insane, fanged grin on his face.

He fired a second round, from the chrome gun, into the second vampire's chest, piercing the heart, instantly turning him to dust.

"That's two, guess it only took you two tries to get it right," the man laughed.

Suddenly, a third vampire appeared at the other end of the corridor, having heard the gun shots. He saw the man and saw two large piles of dust in front of him, then saw his guns. Instantly, he doted the lines and opened fire with his oozy submachine-gun.

One round from the man's black pistol sufficed to silence him.

"Strike three, you're out," the man said, grinning intensely again.

Alucard could still feel five more vampires in the building…wait, no, he could feel six other vampires in the building, long with…something else, something powerful, and that made him grin even more. Perhaps was it something worth his time. Suddenly, he felt one of the vampires nearest to the unknown vanish, at the same time he heard machine gun fire and a shrill. Almost instantly, four of the five vampires rushed towards the unknown. The fifth vampire, who was already beside the unknown, came to place itself between the Unknown and the charging vampires. More machine gun fire was then heard and for shrills, one of them female, were then heard. Alucard sprint forward, his curiosity watering and his desire for battle red hot.

He leapt upwards, phasing through the floors, until he reached the floor on which he felt the unknown. He felt the last vampire and the unknown in the room ahead. The door was closed, and all was quiet, except for the murmurs Alucard picked up with his sensitive ears. Then he heard only silence, just before a storm of bullets erupted through the door in front of him. The blessed silver rounds rippled through him, burning him, but not damaging him as much as they would a normal master-vampire. The shredded door fell forward, revealing a curvy female vampire wearing a maid's outfit and carrying a large Gatling, with a large backpack from which streamed the ammunition. Alucard reformed his body, only to be assaulted by another wave of bullets. Damn, this one had knowledge of his virtual indestructibility. So he dematerialized and rematerialized, fully formed, right behind the vampire maid, only to be surprised by two silver swords cleaving his arms off. They reformed almost instantly, and he dodged sideways a second assault. The maid had dropped her Gatling and had somehow created these swords, or rather, Alucard thought, she had mastery of the shadow realm. In knowing this, there was no telling how many weapons she had on her.

"Interesting, little draculina, very interesting. Release control art to level 3, level 2, level 1, conserve release until target has been eternally silenced," Alucard cackled, just as the rune markings on his gloves glowed red. Suddenly, a girl wearing a set of black robes, with her face hidden under a black hood, entered the room from an adjacent one and muttered a few words in an archaic language.

Alucard found himself encased in a block of ice and unable to summon his familiars, for the ice seemed enchanted to imprison his whole being within.

"I vould rather you not kill my maid, my good Count, her kind of quality help is very hard to find these days," the girl said, her voice perfectly audible through the ice.

Alucard suddenly felt his seals forced closed, but that only increased his glee. This enemy was nothing like the small fry he'd been fighting recently! Oh joy of joys!

"And who might you be, little girl?" Alucard asked, sensing that this was no average girl.

"I had hoped to postpone our encounter to a later time, but, circumstances vorked against me, such as your unexpectedly rapid respond and Amilia going into berserk mode. My name is Cryna, and I assure you, I am neither your enemy…neither am I your friend. I am just a humble lich, looking out for her own," the girl said, bowing before the No-life king.

"Apologies accepted, but I still want to kill you, and I will, as soon as I get out of this prison you put me in," Alucard snarled, the his still moving eyes turned as much as they could towards Amilia. "A berserker vampire hey? Now you're even more interesting!"

"My dear count, you, of all people, should know you cannot kill a lich vithout first destroying her Phylactery. Und how can you hope to defeat me vith your powers sealed up tight?" Cryna asked.

"I'll use my teeth, hands and feet! Oh, and I'll use my guns too," Alucard cackled.

"I see servitude hasn't dulled your tongue," Cryna chuckled.

"Oh? Have we met before? I'm sure I would remember something like you had we met before." Alucard asked.

"No, ve have never met, but I've heard of you through rumors and legends, about how you act especially." Cryna explained.

"Then you know all about my gentlemen charm and manner," Alucard laughed

"Indeed," Cryna chuckled. "Now, if you promise you'll be a good little master-vampire and let us go peacefully, I'll release you right now."

"Hahahaha, try it and suffer the consequences," Alucard said.

"A gentleman indeed, well, the ice is enchanted to melt in three hours, leaving no trace vhatsoever, so, do veedzehnah (good bye)."

(Note: I'll write all the polish words in the way they sound, not in the actual manner they are written, along with the translation.)

Cryna then turned towards the open window, just as Amilia picked up her Gatling. It then vanished, most likely into her shadow ream. With the two distracted now, Alucard grinned. He managed to pull the triggers of his Cassul and his jackal, and the sheer force of the contained explosion shattered the ice. One would imagine that this would have blown both the barrel of both the Cassul and the Jackal, but neither had a scratch. Instantly, Alucard shot Cryna in the back with the Jackal, knocking her off her feet and straight into the railing of the balcony she had stepped on. The railing, with its rusted fixtures, broke away, and both the railing and Cryna were sent plummeting down thirty stories. Alucard turned towards Amilia, who had made her Gatling materialize once more.

"Oh please, like that's gonna stop me from killing you," Alucard cackled.

"I've enough weapons to keep you occupied till day break, what of you?" Amilia said, completely sure of herself, but not to the point of being overconfident, she was against the fabled Dracula, now the even more powerful Alucard.

"Then lets dance!" Alucard cheered, firing off both pistols, just as Amilia began to fire her Gatling. Both dodged the other's attacks, unaffected by the recoil or weight of their weapons.

Leaping back into the corridor, Amilia changed her Gatling for a nine-shot rocket launcher. She fired one rocket, which, just before impacting Alucard, exploded, sending silver shrapnel rippling through his body. He cursed, just before he killed the pain at its source by expulsing the silver, but the wounds took time to heal, time which Amilia used. In truth, Amilia was a very competent vampire, as well as weapons specialist. Only the presence of her master and/or Cryna made her docile and small. Now she was in her element, now she was going all out.

A Jackal round blew up Amilia's shoulder, the one carrying the rocket launcher, and so, while she regenerated slowly, she pulled out an oozy and unload her clip into Alucard, even though he dodged half the bullets. Then both Cassul and Jackal round ripped through her chest, barely missing her heart. Amilia cursed under her breathe. The silver was slowing her movements. So she opted for temporary retreat. She quickly sunk into the floor. Alucard followed suit, but was unable to fire because the floors constantly got in the way. Finally, by the time they reached the lobby, Amilia was fully regenerated, and produced a huge shotgun. HS fired off one round, pumped, fired, pumped and fire a third time, all in under two seconds, and blowing off a large part of Alucard's body with every shot. It was obvious that all these weapons had been specially made for a vampire to kill anything it might have to face, much like the Cassul and Jackal, only this mere fledgling probably had more weapons then all of Hellsing put together!

With his body scattered everywhere, Alucard hurried to reform, then fired off multiple Jackal and Cassul rounds at the fledgling, who dodged, all the while moving back towards the street. She probably was thinking she would be able to escape if there were humans in the line of fire, seeing as how Alucard was in the service of an organization that was purposed to protect humans from the supernatural. She was wrong of course, and she realized that pretty quick When Alucard suddenly pounced on her, jaws wide open, fangs extended. She realized that she wouldn't be able to dodge on her own, so she fired a shotgun round sideways, all the while lifting one foot off the ground slightly, so as to mess up her balance, so that the recoil might knock her sideways. The tactic worked, but she ended up on the floor, and Alucard's speed was such that he was on her before she hit the ground. He grabbed her throat and lifted her up, causing her to drop her shotgun; slowly bring her towards his mouth and fangs.

Amilia struggled, not willing to give up. She kicked, kneed, punched and elbowed, but nothing phased the master vampire, not until Amilia suddenly came to realize she still had enough weapons in her to equip an army. She produce two grenades, both without their safety pins. They blew up just as Alucard's fangs brushed against the skin of her neck. Everything became fire and smoke, and once all cleared; there was no draculina, no blood and no dust, no trace of her at all. Alucard scanned the surrounding area but sensed that both the draculina and the lich had escaped. He produced an annoyed sound and uttered one word.

"Cowards."

Back at the Makivel mansion, a shadow portal had materialized in Cryna's library. Cryna immerged from it, followed by Philip, who was carrying an unconscious, severely wounded Amilia on his shoulder.

"Set her on the table over there, I don't care if you throw everything off, just make sure she's comfortable. Stupid girl, taking on Dracula alone. I'm starting to doubt that she's sane of mind," Cryna commanded, obviously sick with worry.

Philip obeyed without complaint or question, throwing all the parchments, scrolls and books that were on the table Cryna designated on the floor with a side-ways kick, then set his fledgling on it. He then took off his vest, folded it and placed it under her head, just before kissing her on the forehead.

Cryna then came over and began examining each and everyone of her wounds.

"Damnit, Hellsing doesn't joke around. She damn lucky Dracula vas drunk vith the excitement of battle, or else he vould have shot her through the heart for sure. Curse it all to hell! 9mm armor piercing rounds! In a bloody pistol as long as my god forsaken arm! I'm surprised she still has all her limbs! That's it, vhen she gets better, I'm going to make her pain dearly for all this worry she's give me," Cryna cried, half frozen tears running down her cheeks. She then began chanting a spell that froze all Amilia's wounds, forced any silver out of her and then closed the wound.

"Now she's most likely in shock. She vas only able to fight vith this much silver in her because her vill to survive is so damn strong. Vhat are ve going to do vith this girl! This is the third time she goes berserk! Stupid girl! Stupid girl!" Cryna bellowed, as the temperature in the room dropped suddenly and the walls became covered in frost. She pulled herself back in quickly, so that her books would not suffer any permanent damage, but Cryna was still trembling with rage and worry.

She was a lich, but had not lost her human heart. To see Amilia, of whom she had grown very fond of in these past thirty years, in this state made her so red hot with rage, she probably had a normal human's body temperature at the moment. She knew it was Amilia's fault for staying and fighting, but she couldn't help but hate Alucard for what he'd done. From now on, she would be sending Philip on solo missions for her. She needed to quell her anger, or else London would probably sink into an ice age if she saw Alucard anytime soon.