"Perhaps. ANDERSOOOOON! You! Over here! NOW!" Sparrow was still smiling serenely at the blue-haired specter, but she was shouting at Anderson as though her life depended on it. "I am going to stop her."
"Haah... Ha... Haha...HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! YOU THINK THAT YOU CAN BEAT ME! YOU HONESTLY THINK THAT YOU, YOU CAN BEAT, LET ALONE STOP US? STOP MILLENNIUM?" The mere laughter that poured from her lips was paralyzing. Her mention of Millennium caused both Integra and Alucard to turn and look at her.
"Oh, blahgh, blagh, blaggghhhh! Puh-leaseeee. I've dealt with others, but you have to be THE most pathetic pacifist I've ever seen. You tie people to chairs with other victims' HAIR. How evilly pacifistic can you get?" Sparrow was unimpressed and mad. Never ever a good combination. Plus, it wasn't helping that Anderson was currently decapitated as well, or that she had a bottle of vodka, [untouched] by her hand. Alucard raised both eyebrows amazingly high, and even Integra had an "Ohhh Shit." expression. Of course, it isn't very often that you see redheaded nuns downing vodka like it's water in the middle of aiding their organization's mortal enemy organization, in the middle of a war zone. Of course, it isn't very often you see nuns aiding their organization's mortal enemy organization, in the middle of a war zone, either.
"Sparrow. Allow me." A small deep brunette stepped in front of the now-drunk Sparrow and raised her right arm, which was holding a long, thin, silver throwing dagger, much like Anderson's bayonets, but slightly more... Compact, and elegant. Alucard and Walter's eyes began to widen in admiration of these nuns.
"Phaweet-wuhooo... Now that is a pret-ty knife, there." Sparrow commented. The brunette smiled, her pale skin seeming translucent in the white moonlight.
"Well, Miss Cairson, it has been some time. Have you gotten over your fears?" At these words, Anderson and Sparrow inhaled nervously, but the brunette simply smiled. "Blood frightens you terribly doesn't it? Rather odd, I must say, for a va-" But what the brunette was, Hellsing's crew never found out, because suddenly a long, silver throwing dagger, much like Anderson's bayonets, was piercing the Vampire's hand, and the brunette had flashed to a position behind her in the moonlight.
"Blood? I can deal, if it means you're..." The brunette, who was smiling madly and innocently, had wrenched back the specter-esque vampire's head using her hair. The long blue strands that clung to drops of blood had seemed darker and more unreal than ever. "Dead, and I'm free of you."
"Abrielle! Stop." Sparrow was staring grimly up at the brunette. Instead of halting, however, Abrielle simply let go and kicked her leg out, toppling the nameless minion by upsetting the balance of the left leg's ankle. In result, the blue-haired vamp had been knocked down and out, and Abrielle resolutely walked over her body and continued back to Sparrow's level.
"Mmm? Sparrow?" Abrielle smiled oddly again, giving Sparrow a small chill.
"You! WAIT! We aren't finished here!" Abrielle stopped dead still and turned sarcastically, saying:
"What? Do you need some painkillers? Some Aspirin? Or do you want to be 'Finished-off'?" The specter was shocked. "Live. Or I'll get fired." She turned. "Live, Ada Venn, live on and betray your deepest secrets."
"Yes?" The specter stood. "Will I now? I'll live on... Because I have to?" Abrielle smiled and only replied.
"Yep." She turned around again. Anderson smiled as though this had happened many times before, while Sparrow reacted by putting her right hand up to her eyes and laughing sarcastically.
"Abri, we still have to take her in for interrogation. And you." Sparrow said sharply, pointing angrily at the vamp. "You have to learn the rules of the game to break 'em. It ain't possible to break rules you don't know." She then bent down slightly and handcuffed blue-hair. Securely.
"Don't trust me? Well..." The Specter, or as Abrielle adressed her, Ada Venn, twisted her hands above her head as she stood up, and locked her arms around Sparrow's neck. "Good. Because I should NEVER be trusted. By anyone." She pulled harder at the handcuffs.
"Sparrow!" Anderson reached for a bayonet, but Abrielle once again stopped her friend.
"Tch. And I thought that Anderson was hard to control... Sparrow. Don't you dare move. Like meditation." Sparrow raised her throwing knife, and ever so carefully wrapped the blade with a borrowed piece of Walter's wire, and threw it gently at Sparrow and Ada, stabbing Sparrow between veins and coasting muscles and missing bones, but stabbing Ada through the central edge of her undead heart, killing her instantly. "FONT FACE="Nimbus Mono L, monospace"SPAN LANG="zh-CN"神が許す彼女/SPAN/FONT. May she go to the other side in peace." Muttered Abrielle.
"Thanks Abri. Gimme a sec... Ah." Sparrow cleanly removed the knife from her right side, and stood up. "..Stupid vamp. Them nozzies need a tan." Alucard snorted with laughter.
"And us Buffies need some better glasses. Honestly, I nearly killed you as well. I really need some glasses that fit, so I can use them." Abrielle seemed to loosen up and she and Sparrow walked out, bloodstained and battered, but cheerfully chatting on eyesight options.
"They really need to give me more solo missions." Anderson sighed, following them off into the night.
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"WTF? How THE HELL do they EXPECT ME to CLEAN UP SUCH A MES!" Walter sighed. It had been a very long day for everyone, and the poor janitor was being forced to clean up the very very very large mess that Ada Venn had caused by destroying and killing so many people. "Walter, I think that we'll need more bleach than we have right now. Please?" She turned towards him pleadingly and he sighed again. She did have to do it alone...
"Of course. Which way?"