Night Angels: Aftermath and Beyond

by BigKwell

Hellsing/Gunsmith Cats/Black Lagoon x-over. Revy thought she was staying in England for a week - not for over a year! Gets lemony later! Rated M for language, shoujoai/yuri content.

4. Revy's First Week, Pt 1

Night Angels: Aftermath and Beyond – Pt. 4, "Revy's First Week, Pt. 1"

Hellsing/Gunsmith Cats/Black Lagoon fanfiction

By Elwin 'Blaine' Coldiron

"Hellsing" and characters are created by Kohta Hirano, and is the property of Shounen Gahousha/Dark Horse Comics, Geneon Universal/Wild Geese/Satelight/Madhouse Studios, and FUNimation Entertainment, a Navarre company. "Gunsmith Cats" and characters are created by Kenichi Sonoda, and is the property of Kodansha/Dark Horse Comics, Vap/Tokyo Broadcasting, and Sentai Filmworks, and "Black Lagoon", created by Rei Hiroe and is the property of Shogakukan/Viz Media, Geneon Universal, Madhouse Studios, and FUNimation Entertainment, a Navarre company. I do not own neither series, nor the characters. I just write the fiction.

XXX

The morning sun shone brightly through the windows of Revy's room at the Hellsing mansion. However, the aforementioned pirate – now employee for minimum of a year of the Hellsing Organization – winced as the bright light hit her face. "Uhhh… fuck, even in England, the sun's bright!" she groaned, her head pounding. "How much did I have to drink last night? Oh… yeah, me and Moria were pounding them heavily. Gotta admit, that wolf girl can really knock the booze down!"

She roused herself on her left side, and noticed she was nude, her only covering were the bedclothes that covered her. "But still… she was really down on herself with what happened to her father and all. Hope that drinking helped."

Then a groan that was not her's caught Revy's attention. Startled, she turned around to the right of her – and saw Moria Hedgley, also nude, asleep next to her! "Mmmmm… bloody hell…" she mumbled, awakening, "my head! That damned pirate… why did I accept her invitation to drink?" Then her bloodshot emerald eyes opened, and soon she found herself staring eye-to-eye with an equally-incredulous Revy! "What in the world…?" she gasped, then gripped her head in pain.

"I was thinking the same fucking thing myself!" Revy mumbled, suddenly remembering the two's activities the previous night. "Talk about awkward!"

"You said it!" replied Moria, whose memory of last night was clarifying also. "Oh how am I going to explain this to Rally?" she groaned, mortified by her actions.

"You're asking me?" the pirate repeated.

ONE WEEK PRIOR…

The bodies of Bridgett Healy's parents were found a day after Revy joined the Hellsing Organization, and out of Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing's good graces, the two were buried in the impromptu cemetery on the mansion's grounds, next to the dead of the Wild Geese. Since Moria was asleep during the ceremony, she had asked Revy to stand next to the maid as her parents were interred.

Sir Integra also stood with the grieving dhampir, who was dressed in a black funeral gown and veil, with Revy on the other side. Personally, though, the pirate wished she was elsewhere, rather than to listen to the boring Anglican vicar as he droned through the ceremony. However, because she promised Moria she would be with Bridgett in her time of need, Revy complied. Back in Roanapur, no matter what side you were on, your word was your bond. Breaking that word would not only be disastrous, but it would mean that you cannot be trusted.

And Sir Integra and Revy were not the only ones to stand beside Bridgett. Also accompanying the three were 'Minnie' May Takigawa and Becky 'the Nose' Farrah, both of them looking at the dhampir maid. As part of the rebuilding effort in London following Millennium's attack, the firm owned by May and her husband Ken, MayKen Enterprises, L.L.C., were one of several demolition companies brought in to clear any damaged buildings. Becky's purpose was to try to find any plans for the buildings to be demolished in order to facilitate safe implosions.

May and Becky had traveled to England; Ken staying in Chicago, and were put-up at the Hellsing mansion. Granted, it was almost comical seeing the information expert's near-panic upon seeing Revy again, but Sir Integra assured them both that the pirate could be trusted. However, since they arrived at the daytime before the funeral, the two women had yet to see Irene 'Rally' Vincent or Seras Victoria.

Near the end of the service, Bridgett fell to her knees, her arms embracing the coffins that held the remains of her parents. "Mum… Dad…" she sobbed in a barely-heard whisper, "I'm sorry that won't be there to greet you at the Pearly Gates… but I promise I will make you proud of me!" She flinched upon something touching her shoulder, only to find Sir Integra standing behind her.

"I would not worry, Bridgett dear," the Hellsing leader said gently. "Yes, I heard what you had said to your parents, but I am certain they will always be proud of you."

Bridgett sniffled, accepting the hand of Sir Integra that helped her up. "M-my thanks, Sir Integra," she said, wiping the pink tears from behind her veil. "I just wished that… Miss Hedgley would be here as well."

"You do realize that Moria has her duties to Rally and Seras, and would not be able to accomplish them if she stayed awake during the day, but I am certain she will understand." The service concluded, the five left while the coffins were being lowered into their graves.

"I do apologize for dragging the both of you so soon after your arrival here to witness a depressing event such as this," Sir Integra muttered to May and Becky as they walked slowly past the other graves. "But I felt that Bridgett could benefit to have some of Rally's friends besides her during this trying time."

"It's alright, Integra," May said as Becky studied the makeshift grave markers. "To be frank, I'm used to this sort of thing. During my time as a streetwalker, I've often had to visit the funerals of other hookers who had the misfortune of meeting the wrong 'John' on the streets. I'm just glad I was employed at the Purple Pussy, otherwise I would've ended-up the same way." Sir Integra just nodded.

"Wait a minute!" Becky exclaimed, then rushed over to one grave – one that was marked 'Kenneth Hedgley'. "This name… Sir Integra," she asked, turning to the Hellsing leader, "is that…?"

"Yes… that is the grave of Moria's father," Sir Integra replied rather sadly. "He was murdered by Iscariot's agents during the battle. Moria had the misfortune to witness the whole thing."

Becky had to force the sudden lump in her throat down hard before saying, "That's awful!", wiping a tear from her eye.

"Moria was able to avenge his death upon the agents responsible, though," the Hellsing leader added, patting Becky on the shoulder. "However, Kenneth's passing had hit her quite hard, and she is only beginning to recover." Looking past May and Becky, she noticed that the sun was about to set and motioned them to enter the mansion. "Revy, I am going to need you to accompany Moria on a mission this evening."

"Huh? Something about to go down, Sir Integra?" Revy asked. She was tempted to call her 'boss lady', and did it once, only to get a harsh rebuke from her. Therefore, she resolved to do so when she didn't directly address the knight.

"Just an investigation of the Docklands, nothing more, but be armed all the same."

Around the time everyone had entered, Moira and Rally ascended from the sub-basement level. Moria, however, was not wearing her butler outfit, but her black battle outfit, shoulder holster and ammo belt. "Wow! You're looking pretty sharp, Moria!" Becky exclaimed, wide-eyed and smiling seeing the butler dressed as such.

"Not to mention you, Rally!" May added, seeing her friend in her yellow Hellsing uniform.

"Why thank you, May," the dusky vampire replied, smiling, which showed her fangs.

"It's nice seeing you again, Becky… and… May, I guess," replied Moria, indicating the blonde explosives expert, who nodded in agreement. "I regret not having talked to you the last time you were here."

"That's okay," May giggled. "Me and Kenny were a little involved talking to Rally again."

Moria nodded slightly. "And as for this outfit," she began, "this is actually a new one; the original had to be cut away after I was stabbed a couple weeks back. This one has a few improvements over the first," she indicated to the gloves, which only have the nails exposed. She then turned her attention to Sir Integra, her bearing serious. "Sir Integra, I wish to talk to Revy before the mission about a very delicate matter… in private."

"Of course," Sir Integra said, nodding then turning to Revy. "There's a small room next to the motor pool. Follow Moria there."

"Okay," the pirate replied, following Moria out the door, but now before passing Bridgett, who was entering the mansion. "Hey kid," Revy asked, "you gonna be alright?"

The young dhampir sighed sadly, but said, "Hopefully." She then walked past Revy, as well as Rally and her friends, where Becky for the first time noticed Bridgett's mauvine eyes.

"Bridgett," Sir Integra added as the girl walked alongside her, "you may take the rest of the day off." Bridgett silently acknowledged, then climbed up the stairs, along with her employer.

"Hey Becky," Rally asked, startled by her friend's lack of attention towards her, "anything wrong?"

"It's that girl, Rally," the information expert said, mystified. "Those eyes of her just don't look… natural."

The dusky vampire shrugged. "A long story, Becky, May. As soon as Master arrives, we'll explain."

Then Seras came up the stairs – which caused a great deal of started looks from the two newcomers. "Seras!" Becky gasped, seeing the red-clad No-Life Queen for the first time. "What… what happened to your arm?" She pointed with a trembling hand to what used to be Seras' left arm, now a shifting mass of shadows.

"I'll explain as soon as we're settled, Becky," remarked Seras. "Granted, it does look startling, but I've gotten used to it."

"Yeah," May added apprehensively.

Rally noticed the frightened looks of her human friends, then said, "Look, let's get seated and we'll explain everything, okay guys?" She pointed to two repaired couches facing each other, then bade Becky and May to one, while she and her master took another.

THE MOTOR POOL, AT THE SAME TIME…

"Okay, so we're here," Revy said impatiently as she and Moria entered the small room, whereas the butler made sure the door was latched; Berttle, the Wild Geese's automotive expert was inside, and even though the Australian knew what Moria was capable of, she was not in the mood to have an unwanted audience present. "Now what the fuck do you have to tell me about?"

"Revy…" the brunette butler began, somewhat apprehensively, "something had happened to me since we left Roanapur after the Radinov affair. However, I have no wish to have this known to you in the heat of battle, should it happen."

For Revy's part, the pirate just cocked her head curiously. "Huh? Know about what?" she asked.

Moria didn't say anything, but she made sure she looked Revy in the eye – as to the latter's surprise, Moria's emerald green eyes changed to a bluish-white. And that look changed to shock as the exposed skin on Moria was gradually replaced by silver-gray fur – as well as a more animalistic, yet still humanoid, appearance.

"What the… fuck…?" the Chinese-American pirate gasped, suddenly frightened.

Deciding to let Revy digest her transformation for a few seconds, Moria broke the silence. "I'm a werewolf, Revy," she said, the words coming with difficulty, "like my father before me. He lived for over 450 years as such before his death." Satisfied, she allowed herself to assume a more human form, although the eyes were still changed. "I can change my form at will, but during nights of the full moon, the change is more spontaneous, yet I can still control it to a degree."

Revy just looked at Moria, still in shock. "Good thing you didn't have those powers back in Roanapur when you kicked my ass back there," she managed to say, "otherwise it would've been fucking it for me!"

Moria smiled as she allowed her eyes to return to normal. "Thankfully so for you," she smartly remarked. "Now I suggest we get started on our mission before Sir Integra gets upset with us."

"No argument there," Revy said. "To be blunt, your boss reminds me too much of Balalaika – one person not to fuck with!"

"I'll let Sir Integra know about the compliment… in an edited version, of course," the werewolf said as the two exited. "Ah Berttle, it looks like you've finally gotten off the bandages," she indicated to his head.

"Thanks, love," the Australian merc said as he finished replacing the windshield on Rally's Cobra, then got the buffer and compound to take out the scratches in the finish. "Granted, it was a good thing I was lucky as I was, with that Nazi bitch and those FREAKs of hers wrecking the place and all."

"Quite so," Moria replied, taking a pair of keys from a pegboard on the wall. "We'll be taking the Land Rover, if you don't mind."

"Go right ahead, love," Berttle said, flipping the two a jaunty salute.

"A Land Rover?" Revy grumbled, looking at the other cars in the garage. "Why can't we take one of those Jaguars… or that sweet Aston Martin?"

"Those cars are for Sir Integra's personal use, Revy," countered Moria sharply, "and I would thank you if you banish the thought of taking those on a joyride… which would upset her greatly!" Revy shuddered, the image of an angry Sir Integra – or Seras – in her head! "Besides, it's best to maintain a low profile for such these missions, and the Land Rover is just the vehicle for the job."

"Whatever," Revy snorted, "but I wish we could do this mission in one of those Jags!"

Abruptly, Moria paused, then thought for a bit. "You know," she finally said, "if the situation warrants it, it might be permissible to use one of the finer motorcars on such a mission." Quite suddenly though, she eyed Revy sternly and added, "However, I will be the one behind the wheel if that were to happen! That way, at least it will be me facing the consequences in case it gets wrecked as a result."

"Fine by me," Revy replied.

"Just looking out for your welfare, that is all," added Moria as she unlocked a rather nondescript Land Rover, with Revy joining her.

XXX

Once inside her room, Bridgett took off the veil and undid the zipper in the back of her funeral dress. Still numb from the day's events, she sat herself down on the edge of her bed, thinking the same. 'A week ago, I couldn't even shed a single tear for my parents' deaths. Now the release comes easily,' she thought. 'Oh well, that's life.' Deciding not to waste any more time, she got up and completely removed the dress.

However, once she got a look at herself in a full-length mirror, Bridgett, for the first time, couldn't help but to be fascinated in the changes to herself. Granted, she had a nice figure before becoming a dhampir, but seeing herself now, she was amazed at the utter perfection her body now exhibited. Every curve was well proportioned, with no evidence of fat or sag whatsoever.

Then ever so slowly, she undid the front claps of her bra and removed it – and gasped at how her breasts had changed. Although she admitted she was not quite as buxom as Moria or Seras, Bridgett found her breasts had grown larger and more rounded than before. She fondled herself – and gasped again as almost orgasmic sensations raced throughout her body. Bridgett even noticed how her nipples had grown more erect as she fingered them… so much so that she failed to notice that her hands seemed to be on automatic as she absently continued to grope herself, her mind lost in an erotic fog.

And then it occurred – Bridgett took-in a sharp breath, then cried out as she climaxed suddenly, falling to her knees as she did. And there she remained, trembling for ten seconds until it passed. She then collapsed on the floor, fascinated that she had an orgasm just by fondling her breasts. 'I-incredible! All I did was grope myself… and I came! I never realized that I've became so… so sensitive!'

But as she began to sit-up, Bridgett then noticed her panties – which was soaked from her passion. "Lovely!" she groaned irritably. "Now I have to change!" Standing up, she gingerly stepped out of her underwear. She would have gone to her dresser if she hadn't noticed the knocking on her door. "Coming!" she called out, racing to the door. Stepping behind it, Bridgett opened it a crack. "Alice! What brings you here?"

Alice Brooke, a young girl Bridgett's age with long, light brown hair, was one of the new maids hired by Hellsing in the wake of the Millennium attack. She was also part of Bridgett's 'circle' of four friends/lovers. "I knew that you were at you parents' funeral and thought I would stop by," she replied. "Mind if I come in?"

"Oh wait until I find a dressing gown, Alice," Bridgett sputtered, caught off-guard by the request, "I'm not clothed!"

"Oh don't be ridiculous," Alice said, opening the door. "It's not like I haven't seen you naked before!" She strode in, dressed in nothing more than a terrycloth bathrobe, then was then enraptured by the site of the nude Bridgett. "But then again," she said, "I never imagined you would look this lovely!"

"Thank you. Personally though, I'm a little embarrassed about how I look now." Bridgett took a closer assessment on what she looked like now. "The way I'm proportioned, I look like a porn star now!"

Alice just smiled, walking closer to Bridgett. "Oh I don't think so, Bridgett dear," she purred, brushing aside one of the dhampir's jet black bangs. "You look like the type of girl anyone wants to be." She then got serious, "It was too bad Cathy and Nell got killed in the raid. They would've loved the way you look now."

"Nell…" The mention of that name caused Bridgett's heart to sink. Nell York was the first female lover the dhampir had, one who made her to acknowledge her homosexuality. In fact, Nell was the person who had introduced Bridgett to Cathy and Alice. The four became close friends, and spent many of their off-school hours shopping, gossiping… and from time-to-time engaged in passionate lovemaking together. All those memories came crashing into Bridgett's mind, her body shaking as tears started to flow. She then flinched when Alice took a finger and examined one of those teardrops.

"Hmm… pink," she said, curious about the hue. "Now this is interesting."

Bridgett nodded, sobering up. "Y-yes. Sir Integra said that some of the tears are mixed with blood. That explains the colour." She then looked Alice in the eye, "By all rights, you should be terrified of me, and yet I don't feel it. Aren't you the least bit concerned that I'm not human anymore?"

"What's the difference?" Alice dismissed. "I'm more frightened by those two vampires you associate than of you. Besides," she then took off the gown, revealing that she was nude also, "you're the one that's hurting right now."

"ALICE! NOW WAIT A MINUTE…" However, Bridgett's objections were silenced when Alice embraced her, then kissed her deeply. Although she briefly resisted, Bridgett gave in, the two of them falling on the bed.

For half a minute, the two continued to kiss, their hands exploring each other's body. Parting, Alice gazed into Bridgett's mauvine eyes and whispered, "I know I'm not an empath like you… but I can tell you're hurting inside, Bridgett. You've just laid your parents to rest and need help dealing with it. Please… let me ease your pain?" Bridgett wanted to answer her, telling Alice how much she needed relief from her sorrow – but the words didn't came, instead throwing herself into her friend/lover's embrace.

The two then proceeded to engage each other, Alice taking time to fondling one of Bridgett's breasts with her left hand while sucking on the nipple of the other; her right hand going to the dhampir's soaked crotch. As for Bridgett, she began moaning loudly as Alice worked her clitoris furiously, shuttering as one orgasm after another worked itself on the dhampir's body.

And all through this, neither of the girls noticed that the door to the bedroom was partially open!

XXX

"You've gotta be kidding me, Rally!" Becky exclaimed, staring at her friend in shock. "Moria… a werewolf!"

"Yup," the dusky vampire replied with a smile. "Her powers only showed themselves a week before her twentieth birthday, long after we returned from Roanapur."

"That's funny," May added, "I thought vampires and werewolves don't get along with each other."

"Well, normally they don't," Seras explained, "but Master and Kenneth Hedgley were friends for a long time, as well as allies during World War II, along with Walter."

"Yeah… it was too bad about Walter, though," Becky sighed. "And I liked him."

"Look, it wasn't Walter's fault that Millennium had recruited him as a spy back then," added Rally. "But I wish I was able to find out he was working for them when Master freed me."

"On the other hand, I wish I was there with Master instead of being with Sir Integra when that catboy got his blood mixed with the others," said Seras, "then maybe he would be still here than in that prison he's in right now."

"Yeah, about that," Becky asked, "how is Integra holding out now that he's gone."

"She's doing alright… I guess." Rally leaned back on the couch, looking up at the ceiling. "Still, I think she misses him. Alucard may have pushed Integra's buttons for quite a while, but it was all for the best. He did save her from her uncle when Sir Arthur died, after all."

"Walter wasn't there?" May looked incredulous.

"He was in South America at the time," replied Seras. "Part of Millennium's plan, I guess."

Rally was about to add to the conversation when something caught her attention. "Huh? Pardon me for a second." She then closed her eyes and concentrated briefly. "Sorry about that, but I had to isolate my mind from Bridgett's. It seems she's currently… intimately involved with another of the staff."

"Is that it?" Becky replied. "Must be a bother."

"Oh nothing much, just wanted to give her some privacy."

"And speaking of privacy," Seras began, standing up, "I think I better leave you three alone for a while. Probably catch you later on." The No-Life Queen then faded from view.

Both Becky and May looked at the empty space that once had Seras, silently agog. "Rally," May began, "is it my imagination, or is Seras acting more and more like Alucard?"

"She does have a little of that stand-offish attitude he had," Becky added.

"Who knows? Guess she's taking her new role a little more seriously," sighed Rally.

XXX

Ever since she left Bridgett alone when they went upstairs, Sir Integra spent the remainder of the night in her office, going over much of the paperwork the mansion's restoration had presented her. Much of it involved requisitions on paint, lumber and other sundries the repairs were taking, but nothing else.

Then her attention was diverted to another pile of paperwork – namely involving the mission Moria and Revy were in. 'Hopefully, the reports that someone selling FREAK chips near the Docklands area are accurate,' she thought. 'There has been some disturbing rumours that somebody is manufacturing the chips according to Millennium's design. If that is the case, it could mean more FREAKs than before – ones that England, nor the world for that matter, can ill afford to contend with!'

Finally, though, fatigue began to take the Hellsing leader, the eyesight in her one eye getting fuzzy. "Oh well," she sighed, "I cannot continue with this without falling asleep at my desk." Getting up, she organized the paperwork into orderly piles, then placed said piles into folders, which she locked inside her desk. Satisfied, Sir Integra stretched before leaving her office, turning off the lights as she did.

However, once she arrived at the second floor, Sir Integra couldn't help but to hear strange sounds in the corridor. "That is odd," she mused. "It sounds as if someone is… moaning." Going to the source of that sound, she came upon Bridgett's room, the door partially open. Curious, she inched closer to the opening – and nearly gasped!

Bridgett and Alice were on the bed, nude and their crotches grinding against one another. Of course, Bridgett had her eyes closed and Alice had her back to the door as they continued to work, their bodies drenched in sweat. Then they both tensed and cried out, the fluids of their passion gushing between them. Both girls then collapsed, each of them leaning on the other in the afterglow. "That… that felt good," Alice whispered.

"Yes," Bridgett replied.

Then Bridgett looked up – and saw they had an audience! "EEEP! SIR INTEGRA!"

"WHAT? OH BLAST!" Both girls then dived off the bed, hiding behind it as Alice looked up, terrified about losing her job! "Sir Integra… n-now please don't be upset…"

"Do not worry, Miss Brooke," the Hellsing leader was finally able to say, "I am not angry with you… although I am a little annoyed that you failed to latch the door behind you." Alice didn't say anything, but looked embarrassed about her mistake.

"Sir Integra," Bridgett piped up, "we're sorry about this."

Sir Integra just smiled. "Aside from the door, you girls have nothing to be sorry about. Now if you will excuse me, I will be letting you return to…" she blushed, "whatever you were doing." She then closed the door, the latch securely engaging.

Once she was clear from the door, Sir Integra leaned against the wall, relaxing just in time for Seras to appear next to her. "You've handled that quite nicely," the No-Life Queen said, standing next to her.

"I never expected to be witness to such… passionate lovemaking," Sir Integra mused. Turning her head, she looked Seras in the eye and added, "Whenever I gather the courage to do so, I believe we might try what Miss Healy and Miss Brooke were doing."

Seras smiled. "I have a few ideas about that night, if you don't mind." The two then kissed, then parted ways.

XXX

Bridgett and Alice were on the bed again, the two absently staring at the ceiling. "That was close," Alice breathed. "I thought I was going to get the sack because of what we were doing."

"Don't you mean WE?" Bridgett corrected.

Alice simply chuckled. "You're a dhampir, Bridgett. You have job security because of it." She then looked again at Bridgett, her left hand on Bridgett's left breast. "Tell me… what do you sense in me?"

"Now that's not fair. Isn't it obvious, the way you're fondling me?"

"Maybe," Alice replied, her finger gently circling Bridgett's erect nipple. "So what do you feel about me?" Bridgett didn't speak, instead launching herself on top of Alice, causing the girl to squeal in delight.

A COUPLE OF HOURS LATER…

It was near 2 AM. Becky and May had long ago gotten themselves to bed, leaving Rally alone in the drawing room. Out of boredom, the dusky vampire picked up a book that was laying on the table near her, which she began to go over the pages in the gloom.

It was a couple of seconds after that Seras appeared, leaning over Rally. "You do realize the light's too low for reading, Rally?" she said.

Rally just looked up. "Doesn't matter to me, y'know," she said. "I needed to do something since Moria's not here, with that mission she has with Revy." Rally then stretched, "I'm beginning to understand how bored that pirate can get."

Seras then embraced Rally from behind, her darkwing forming an arm. "From what Master keeps telling me, it's only going to get worse as the years go by. I wouldn't worry too much, though. We can always find something to do?"

"You're still talking to Alucard?" Rally looked genuinely surprised.

"Of course. Just because he's trapped in that prison the Major set for him, it's not like he can't talk to me from time-to-time." Seras then gave Rally a peck on the cheek. "I can even talk to Pip if I want to."

Rally chuckled. "Yeah, I know. Me and Goldie even have the occasional conversation, now that's we've buried the hatchet. She and Sally have been whipping the souls I gathered into shape, with Hueng handling the scheduling, so I don't think she'll be bored…" Then all of a sudden, Rally seemed to drift off, as if sensing something.

Seras noticed. "Anything wrong?" she asked, concerned.

"It's… it's Moria," the dusky vampire answered. "All of a sudden… I'm feeling that she's… distracted… or something, her thoughts seemed to be muddled for some reason." The two vampires then heard the Land Rover outside, as if it was in a big hurry.

Now the feeling Rally was getting intensified as her proximity to Moria had gotten closer. "Master… you better call Integra! Something has happened!" She then got up and raced outside. Seras, in the meantime, cleared her head as she contacted Sir Integra.

As immedietly as Rally got outside, Revy got herself out of the Land Rover's driver's side. "Look, before you bite my fucking head off, it wasn't our fault!" she snapped, noticing the vampire.

"I wasn't going to do that, Revy!" Rally countered. "I just want to know what happened!" But as soon as the passenger side opened, it was all the dusky vampire could do not to feel horrified at what she saw.

Right about then, Sir Integra showed up, tying the belt of her robe. She had neglected to put-on her eyepatch, the scarred-over remains of her left eye showing. But before she could demand details, her remaining eye widened. "What… in the world…?" she gasped.

Moria just walked in a daze, blood splattered all over her. Her hands, the gloves shredded, were caked in dried blood – as well as bits of bone and brain tissue!

TO BE CONTINUED…

9/11/01

FDNY-NYPD-THE REAL HEROES