"Speech"

'Thought'

#Panda Sign#

(Telepathy)

I'm not going to repeat myself about the Integra vs. Integral thing since I already explained that back in Chapter 3.

While I appreciate every review I get, anonymous reviews that make my brain hurt will be deleted from now on.

And you can blame Ozzalos for this chapter being delayed. His irrational dislike of my new story has punished you all.

X x x x x x x

Running through a complicated series of kicks, punches, and blocks, Ranma stopped and caught her breath. She had only been practicing for five minutes and was already winded. Vampiric stamina was nothing to laugh at, but normally she could have kept that pace for an hour or more easily. To the rest of the people in the gym she must have looked like a black and red blur, if she was visible at all.

"I hope I'm not the one you're mad at." Pickman remarked from the side as he sat on a weight press.

Snorting she walked over to the attached weight room. Arrayed along a mirrored wall were weight benches and other work out equipment which were useless to her now. Her strength wasn't based off how many sit-ups or push-ups she could do. It was based off blood and how long she lived. Being well fed would keep her strong while living would increase it. The only reason she had to still practice the art was to keep her skills sharp rather than relying on brute strength and instinct.

"You're not pissed at me are you?" Pickman asked playfully.

"You did get me kicked off your squad." Picking up her towel she wiped at the few beads of sweat that had formed at her brow.

"Ya cause you're too good, you make us normal guys look bad." Leaning back he laid down on the bench. "You mind spottin me?"

"For 70 kilograms?"

"Please?" He begged pitifully.

"Fine." He was lucky that no one else nearby. Moving to stand behind the weights, she watched him make a big show of picking it up off the rests and started to bring the bar down to his chest and then up again.

"Why are you a girl anyways? Not that I don't appreciate the view or nothin but you keep flipping back and forth."

"It's complicated, but right now I don't have enough power to change into a guy."

"That happen cause you were out in the sun for too long? I heard Integra had you out cutting grass and trimming the bushes for hours."

"Pretty much."

"Not smart to piss off the boss lady. You must have messed up royally for her to get that angry with a 'Special Agent.' Usually you three can get away with anything."

"I'll live." Shrugging she was more irritated about how drained she felt, rather than having to spend time outside in the sun.

"Guess you're pretty happy you don't burst into flames."

"Still burn pretty good."

"Was watchin this movie the other day, Blade I think it was, wasn't pretty when a vampire got in the sun." Raising up the bar he gave her a coy look. "Ever think about sunblock?"

"Actually I have, but that would just stop me from getting a sunburn, wouldn't help my aura at all. Whatever I'd rather not spend anytime in it, maybe not for you but the sun sucks when you're a vampire."

"No tans eh?"

"Nope."

"Salright, nothin worse than a girl who looks like a tangerine. I saw this one girl the other day in town I swear she looked like she bathed in that instant tan stuff." He gave her a wink. "But I gotta say I'm starting to appreciate pale." (1)

"And what's that supposed to mean?" She asked and used a single finger to push the bar down and hold it just over his chest. Pickman grunt and tried to move the bar up but found it wouldn't budge.

"Just guh sayin ya guh look good." Releasing the bar he quickly put it back up on the rests before sitting up and rubbing his now sore arms.

"Let me explain this." She leaned over to rest her elbows on the bar. "Integra ordered me to take this form to meet the Queen. If I was able to, I'd turn back into a guy, got it?"

"Hey hey just trying to compliment ya. Guy or not you make one hell of a girl and if you haven't noticed there's a distinct lack of females round here." She smirked, finding a strange satisfaction in causing him to wave his hands defensively.

"Whatever, just don't get any ideas. I may be used to perverts ogling me but that doesn't mean I like it."

"Wouldn't think of it Ma'am." Pickman saluted while snickering, narrowing her eyes she took a few sniffs.

"Type B right?"

"What?"

"Your blood- type B, my favorite." Licking her lips. "Do you mind if I have a little snack after my workout?"

"You're joking right?" Pickman nervously backed away, in a show of speed she was up in front of him in an instant.

"Though I would have preferred breakfast in bed." She taunted and he took a quick step back, catching his foot on a dumbbell with his foot causing him to fall on his back. Laughing so hard she had to sit down, he looked crossly at her from the floor. (2)

"Don't joke about stuff like that."

"You should have seen your face!" She got out between guffaws.

"Hey Captain what are you doing?" A soldier asked as a small group came up to the equipment in workout clothes consisting of tank tops and shorts.

"Not bowing down to the freak are you?" Marlowe sneered giving her a particularly nasty look that was quickly followed by a lustful one. Bristling she wondered what Integral would do if she played with this guy a bit. Wasn't like he was very useful in the field.

"Shove it Marlowe." Chris snapped and stood up. "You should know better than to talk to your superiors like that. Ten laps, now."

"Are you kidding me?"

"Want to make that fifty? Get going."

"Fine fine, least it's a small gym."

"If that's how you feel go ahead and make it the grounds." (3)

"What?"

"Better get moving." Crossing his arms Pickman switched over to his military persona losing his normally brash attitude. Marlowe gave her a death glare but took off jogging. "You three want to join him?" The other soldiers shook there heads.

"Good, we're professionals not those joke security guards, I better not catch any of you disrespecting a superior." Clasping his hands together he went back to his normal attitude. "Have a good workout boys." The trio made a hasty retreat uninterested in possibly joining Marlowe.

"Heh, that was kinda cool." She commented and considered pacing Marlowe for a laugh.

"You're just thinken about it the wrong way. These grunts are your subordinates, if you tell em to jump, they better be asking how high?"

Staring in wonder at the taller man she wondered why no one had told her this before? Not to mention she had to wrap her mind around the concept of being in a position of power. She had assumed her rank merely meant not having to listen to orders, the idea that she could give orders, well-. A large grin spread over her face and she gave off an evil half laugh half giggle, causing Pickman to take a step back.

"That was creepy."

X x x x x x

Moving through the club, Philip strained to make sense of the room with the loud music playing and bright multi colored lights swinging around. It was a den of thugs and gang bangers with attractive girls dancing on stages and serving drinks wearing little to no clothing. Stopping to admire a woman wearing a fishnet body suit, he was tapped on the shoulder by another. Turning he found a woman in a tight bunny suit pointing towards the private room upstairs.

Walking at a brisk but still leisurely pace he climbed the steps and knocked on the door to the office. Soon enough the door opened admitting him into the office by another scantily clad woman. Inside several women were lounging on a plush couch and looked at him with a strange hungry glint in their eyes. Behind, the door woman closed the door blocking out the loud music.

Sitting next to a woman was a tall blond man in an expensive white suit talking on a cell phone. After a moment he closed it up and waited for him to speak, face remaining obscured by a shadow. Digging into his jacket pocket he pulled out a card and leaned over to give it to him. On it was an abstracted eye symbol with a gold outline printed on a red background.

"They said if I brought this card that.-" Pausing he was unsure on how to continue.

"What would you do if you were to become a vampire?" The blond asked leaning forward to show off his face.

"Uh well." Stuttering he tried to think of an answer being unprepared for the question.

"Power, pleasure, influence? All of them can be yours." Smiling he laughed excitedly. Flipping the card around in his hand the man suddenly crushed it. "Idiots trying to move in on our turf give up everything so they can try to become vampires." Reaching behind his back the man suddenly drew a rifle with it's stock cut off and pointed it at him.

"That card you just brought me was a trap, and those who come here with them are just maggots trying to undermine the Valentine brothers."

"NO!" He yelled taking a step back. "It's not like that! Britz gave it to me." The gun dropped slightly.

"What did you say?"

X x x x x x

Feeling strangely worn out Ranma reclined in a chair in the waiting room with several soldiers playing cards or watching the television. A few gave her dirty looks but didn't say anything. In hind sight it might not have been the best idea to work out while being so worn out power wise. 'So vampires can be tired at night.' Hearing some new footsteps she craned her neck backwards and saw Ceres enter along with several soldiers. Immediately upon spotting her, the draculina's face lit up and she ran over.

"Why didn't you tell me you were up?" The blonde asked and looked her over trying to find some evidence of her prior full body burn.

"You were out on a mission." Shrugging she found herself caught up in a hug.

"I was so worried, you collapsed outside and you were so badly burned." The girl squeezed her tightly.

"I- I'm ok really." Patting Ceres on the back she felt kinda funny over the other vampires concern, and with having her breasts mashed up against Ceres'. 'Stupid oversensitive body.'

"Now gently unbutton her blouse." Freezing up Ceres slowly turned around and they everyone soldier in the room sitting with their attention firmly placed on them. "Why'd you stop?" Another asked.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" She demanded at the obviously perverted guys.

"NO!" Was the chorused response.

X x x x x x

"Alucard." Integral said mentally commanding the bane and savior of her existence to appear before her. Moments later his pale faced visage walked through a nearby wall.

"Yes my Master?" He asked mockingly.

"I was told some disturbing news earlier."

"Oh?"

"One of my men informed me that your Asian fledgling has made contact with a vampire somewhere in London. Furthermore, one of the men I had assigned to report such things neglected to do so. Before I take action I would like to know if you have anything to say for yourself?" Private Weigel had explained the situation to Fargason and it had made it's way to her.

"Me? Are you asking if I have been moonlighting with another? My dear Master are you jealous?" Ignoring the bait she continued.

"You've spent a considerable amount of time in our fair city, why have you not said anything about a vampire living in it?"

"You never asked." Alucard's eyes twinkled with amusement.

"Then I am asking now. Tell me all you know."

"As you wish. Her name is Helena, she is old like me and is a recluse living inside a library she has constructed for herself."

"How long has she lived here?"

"She was here when I arrived aboard the Demeter."

"Why have we not had to deal with her before?" She asked, her question causing Alucard to start laughing loudly. "Do you mock me servant?"

"Alway, but do not judge us by the actions of a few instants and copies. Children who can barely understand why they feel the need to feed, let alone what they have become."

"Are you trying to tell me she is not a threat to humans?"

"In all your life, in all your father's life, in all your grandfather's life her presence has remained unknown."

"I see." Pulling out a cigar she lit it up trying to think through this. For a vampire to remain unnoticed by her family for so long meant that her threat level was minimal. She couldn't say non existent since the vampire did need to feed. Grudgingly she accepted that she had begun to think that all vampires were as foolish as the new breed of chipped humans, which didn't change that they all needed to be destroyed. "And why have you allowed Ranma to see her? I didn't think you were the sociable type."

"Allow? I think my dear Integra you overstate the control I have over them."

"Don't lie to me, I know that with a thought you could change their personalities to your whim." Alucard laughed lightly.

"What would be the fun in that? Do not fret over Helena, she is as I said a recluse, and is uninterested in the affairs of humans."

"Since you think yourself so full of good advice today what should I do about the officer who did not report this?"

"Nothing."

"Explain."

"Because as I have told you Helena is not a threat so has Ranma told him. Only a stupid soldier would have broken the trust placed in him. You should punish the underling who betrayed him, lest your pawns get the idea that betrayal is rewarded."

"I'll consider it." Blowing out some smoke she would have to weigh her actions.

Pickman had been given specific orders that if Ranma showed signs of betraying Hellsing for the fledgling's own vampiric kin, that he should report it immediately. Putting him in command of a squad meant she trusted him and his judgment. Pickman needed to act without hesitation at her orders, as did the soldiers under him to his. Sighing she put out the cigar and was about to ask Alucard to simply go destroy the vampire Helena for her own piece of mind, but she found him gone.

'And the moments gone, I guess this vampire gets a temporary reprieve.' But if it came back to bite her posterior he would be paying for it the rest of his afterlife.

X x x x x x

"Nabiki-chan are you alright?" Jumping Nabiki put a hand to her heart and tried to slow her breathing.

"Just fine Auntie." She answered and tried to smile, even though it probably looked far too strained. "Just doing some homework, see?"

"Alright dear but you've seemed jumpy lately, is something the matter?"

"No, the matter? Who said anything was the matter?" Nodoka just looked dubiously at her.

"I'm not stupid, for two weeks now you've grown more and more paranoid. I know I can't be- you know, but if you have something you want to talk about I'm here."

"Thanks- Auntie." She answered with no intention of ever telling the Saotome woman her fear that Ranma might decide to do away with her. He had never shown any kind of aggression like that towards her before but if he could do those horrible things to complete strangers, than what was stopping him from doing the same to her after she had taken advantage of him so many times.

"I'll get it." Nodoka said happily and picked up the ringing telephone. "Hello Tendo residence, Oh Ranma!" The woman nearly squealed. "Son are you a girl right now? I thought you could change at will?" There was a pause and she could hear Ranma explaining something but not the words."You met the Queen of England?"

Nabiki's eyes widened at that proclamation. 'Just what is Ranma doing?'

"Oo my son that's so manly! I hope you made a good impression." Nabiki grimaced thinking about Ranma's usual tact with authority. "Would you like to talk to Akane? Alright I'll go get her, here you can talk to Nabiki while I go get her." Hastily having the phone handed over to her she stared at it nervously.

"Uh- hello?" She asked into the headset.

"Hey Nabiki." Ranma's female voice carried over the phone sounding far too enthusiastic for her current mindset. "Can't say I usually like talking to you but it's nice to hear a familiar voice."

"That's great Saotome."

"So anything interesting happen since I've been gone?"

"No no nothing, just normal everyday stuff, not people being ripped apart." Clamming up instantly she tried to think of a cover. (4)

"Huh? You alright?"

"Fine just fine."

"Oh- alright."

"Queen of England huh? You didn't screw it up like you did when you first met Herb did you?"

"Sorry Nabiki I'm not at liberty to say, state secrets and all that." Ranma chuckled on the other end.

"Like anyone would trust you with secrets." She tested the waters, her curiosity over finding out if he was really a vampire or not warring with her caution. He was half the world away after all.

"Shows what you know, I'm one of the top secrets. Oops I probably shouldn't have said that."

"A top secret you say? What kind would that be?" Old habits die a horrible long painful and drawn out death it seemed.

"Considering the last time I got my boss mad I was out for two nights, I'm not going say anything else. Who knows what she would do to you if she found out I told you." Her jaw dropped, a woman who could put Ranma out for two days? Furthermore he wouldn't or couldn't stop her if she wanted to do something to her?

"Is that Ranma? Gimme!" Akane snagged the phone from her hands.

"Hey I was talking!" Glaring at her younger sister, she might have been able to get some proof. Listening in as the two stuttered and tried to come up with something to say, Ranma came up with the kiss of death.

"So Mom told me you've been moping around, what Kuno started up those morning fights again? I'd think you would be happy since you can go around beating up people, ya know, get all those aggressive tomboy tendencies out of your system."

"YOU JERK WHY CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT I'M WORRIED ABOUT YOU!" Akane suddenly screamed into the headset and slammed it down.

"Way to go Akane, thanks a lot, don't you realize how expensive international calls are?"

"It's his fault for being in Europe." The younger girl snarled and stormed off.

'Well that's just great. My gorilla on steroids sister flies off the handle once again and I'm still worried that Ranma might really be a vampire about to come back and make a snack out of me.' She muttered to herself.

X x x x x x

"What is this Walter?" Integral asked her butler while viewing several pictures of a man impaled through the chest by a flag pole. The Union flag, or would it be accurate to call it the Union Jack, flying in a light breeze from the pole. He had been found floating in the river Thames earlier just outside of Westminster.

"A challenge perhaps?"

"Was he one of ours?"

"No, he was from MI5, Philip Roeder. But the message attached to him named us. It's unfortunate, in the old days agents such as this would have the decency not to expose their bodies if they were killed." (5)

"That's not the point. The old men are getting restless and have called a round table conference. I'll have to prepare to meet them." Closing the folder containing the pictures she crossed her arms. "And the specialty weapons for Alucard and Ceres?"

"I am expecting them done in three days."

"Good, that will be in time for the conference. I want security tightened and keep Alucard and his brood on standby. I won't tolerate anything going wrong in my home."

"I'll inform Fargason at once." Walter bowed to her and left the room.

Frowning she sat down in her chair and pointed it towards the large window to watch the sky be overcome by darkness with the sun slowly setting on the other side of the building. She always felt apprehensive just before nightfall. Knowledge that monsters were real would scare any child. Spinning her chair, her eyes caught the old painting of her father.

"I could use your help about now Father. I may be getting in over my head." Staring silently at the painting for a minute and receiving no response she sighed. "As usual."

X x x x x x

In her coffin bed, Ranma tossed restlessly as she dreamed. Blue eyes stared into red as her head rolled backwards unable to support itself. She could barely see, her vision blackening around the edges, and all clarity leaving her, making everything blurry and indistinct.

"Or life?" The man in red asked a strange sort of smile on his face.

"Live." She mouthed unable to speak and his eyes softened as he gently lifted and turned her head.

"One normally closes ones eyes." He said softly and with all her fading strength she kept staring at him. "Lovely." She wanted to watch and keep her eyes open but on their own they fell. A moment later there was a strange feeling on her neck, it wasn't pain, just a gentle suction that cut through the cold feeling.

Then even stranger she felt something pushed back into her. It spread, moving through every part of her body, bringing with it a strange burning. Her body that had become ice cold, now started to heat up, every part of her lighting up. Growing painful she found that she wanted it to stop, but couldn't stop it, it was like her body was on fire.

She could feel the blood around her, her body knitting itself back together, internal organs shifting and changing. The fire that was consuming her body grew and grew. Everything that she knew told her to move, to get up, to try and put out the building heat. But she was frozen and it spread unabated through her veins, muscles, and parts she had never felt before. Her entire body was consumed, till it felt like it would explode.

Except she didn't, her mouth opened and took in a gasping breath. Breathing in for the first time and filling new lungs, bringing new life into her much changed body. Staring upwards into the face of her savior, he smiled down at her, a small amount of blood still lingered at his lips. Seeing the red liquid her pupils narrowed into feral slits as rational thought fled her mind.

She had to have it.

Something intruded on her mind, while impossibly strong, it was gentle and brought her back from the animalistic frenzy that had took her over. "Master." She whispered and pulled herself close to his large form. Gathering her up into his arms, she snuggled closer, feeling like nothing else in the world could possibly be as important.

Slamming her forehead off the top of her coffin bed, Ranma fell back down to her satin sheets with a yelp of pain. Rubbing briefly at her forehead she quickly calmed down. 'Is that what happened then?' She thought, the time around her being turned into a vampire were still a haze. Absently she brought a hand up to softly traced the two almost unnoticeable bumps that marked where Alucard had bitten her.

Shifting she hit the button to raise the lid and waited patiently for it to rise. Finding that her internal energy had gotten back to a respectable level, she made the change back to male. Doing some stretches to get used to the change in body, he noticed that something felt off. Not uncomfortable or nagging, just something about this form felt- different.

Before he could think any further on it the phone rang, drawing his attention. "Yea?" He answered after picking up the head set.

"Sir Integra wishes for you to accompany her into town. Please dress in your uniform and meet her at the front of the mansion."

"Yea give me a minute."

Quickly donning his Hellsing uniform, he was surprised that Integral would actually want him to come with her to town. The only reason he could think was that his boss wanted to rub it in his face that she had control over him. But if she thought she would get to him, then the van Hellsing woman had another thing coming.

Brushing his teeth and paying particular attention to his fangs, he stopped noticing that Alucard's fang marks on his neck were visible with the collar of his shirt unbuttoned. Leaving the brush hanging in his mouth he quickly buttoned it up, feeling oddly self conscious about the pair of dark marks on the left side of his neck. (6)

Still tugging on his collar as he exited the main entrance to the mansion, he wasn't surprised to find the fancy black car idling, and Integral waiting in the backseat. Nodding to the driver who was waiting to close the door behind him, he took a seat opposite of her. Integral had a small light turned on behind her head was reading a newspaper.

'Ugh this is going to be boring.'

X x x x x x

Adjusting the cuff of her left sleeve, Integral tried not to let her nerves show. Arrayed around the oval wooden table where the twelve members of English nobility, military, and Parliament. The secret organization that controlled Great Britain, not even the Queen herself would go against their wishes. When her father had died, he had left his position to her, and so here she sat waiting as Walter closed the doors, because even he was not to hear the proceedings.

"Sir Integral." The stately Sir Hugh Irons folded his hands in front of him, drawing everyone's attention. "Do you know why this round table conference has been called?"

"To discuss the undead threat?" She asked innocently. So long as she held all the cards, she had the power over this old boys club. One, maybe two, she could count as being on her side, but the rest would gladly see her removed.

"That is part of it, as well as the knowledge being released to the public and their reaction."

"So much has happened in such a short amount of time. From the involvement of the news woman and the sheer volume of reports, we cannot silence the press." Sir Islands added.

"Indeed, there is only so much information that can be suppressed. At the same time we know that it is not possible to silence every incident with your resources. So the blame does not fall squarely on your shoulders." Sir Tudor, adjusted his glasses as he spoke.

"Please." Irons interrupted before anyone else could speak on the matter. "We also need to discuss the creation of two new vampires." Not showing any reaction, Integral pulled a small cigar from a box, and prepared to light it.

Lighting the cigar she took her time to answer."My troops are my own concern."

"Troops are one thing, vampires are the concern of us all." The pudgy Mr. Penwood corrected her.

"Vampires are my business." She corrected. "It is my task to exterminate such creatures."

"Then why Sir Integral, have you allowed two more to join your organization?" Sir Hapsburg sniped. Giving the white haired man a passing glance she purposely blew some smoke in his direction.

"As with Alucard, they are under my complete control. While vampires they."

"Whatever your reasons are." Sir Irons stopped her. "If they show even a hint of becoming like their recent brethren, I believe I speak for everyone when I say they should be destroyed immediately."

"Until they show such tendencies, they will remain as my underlings." She knocked off some ash, appearing unconcerned with their opinions. Both fledgling vampires had proven to be a great asset, to think they thought she would waste resources to appease these men, preposterous.

"Bickering about a pair of newborn vampires is getting us nowhere." Sir Jackson remarked. "Sir Integral please give us the report on your findings."

"As you wish." Picking up the computer chip they had recovered from Enrico Stivallati. "We have found out that these chips, dubbed the FREAK chip, are what is causing this outbreak of vampires. It is implanted somehow within a humans body and causes a forced change into a vampire like creature. Our information division is trying to figure out how this is done."

There were looks of concern, disbelief, and calm acceptance around the table. Humans becoming monsters was an easy thing in and of itself. But outside of special circumstances it could not be done on its own. But here in her hand was an item that was apparently being mass produced, that could bury them in vampires.

"There's something else." She brought their attention back to her. "Ghouls are created from vampire victims who are not chaste. However in all recent incidents no new vampires were formed. Even the youngest, purest, children have become ghouls. Moreover, when the vampire who created the ghouls is killed, the normal reaction is for the ghouls to die. However, in the recent incident with Father Anderson, he had already killed the vampire upon his arrival. But when we arrived, the ghouls were still living."

"Most disturbing." Sir Islands summarized the feelings of most of the people in the room. Ghouls, while not particularly fast or smart, multiplied rapidly in populated areas. They had been lucky so far that the outbreaks could be stopped quickly.

X x x x x x

"Ranma."

"Hmm?" Craning his neck towards Ceres, who sat on her bed thumbing through a gun catalog. Walter had said that if they wanted to get something specific he would order it, so long as they could produce the ammunition for it. He on the other hand was trying to focus in on the group having their meeting on the third floor. Since the sun was still setting he was limited in his perception and he couldn't wait for it to go down.

"Shouldn't we be ready? You know, in case we're needed."

"Nah, sides Walter said he was going to stop here to give you something." If he hadn't been on call, then he would have went right back to bed. He really hated having to play guard dog to a bunch of people, it was so boring, he'd rather be out with the strike squad who were doing a special mission in northern Ireland.

"Oh that's right, I wonder what it is." The blonde pondered excitedly and as if on cue the sound of wheels rolling over the stone floor was heard coming down the hall. Soon enough, Walter appeared at the open door wheeling in a very long hard plastic case. Straightening up, the butler adjusted his vest and monocle.

"Afternoon." Walter greeted.

"What's up?" Ranma asked eying the huge box, now noticing a smaller but still large one in Walters free hand, which the butler placed on a small nearby table.

"Miss Ceres, please be patient just a moment longer." Two footsteps behind Walter announced Alucard stepping through the wall. "Ah, Master Alucard, thank you for coming. I've completed the task that you've assigned for me."

"Oh?" Alucard's smile increased while watching Walter open up the smaller case.

"Our new 13mm pistol, the Jackal, it weighs 16 kilos, is 39cm long, and carries six bullets. It's ammunition is armor piercing."

"The casing?" Alucard asked and hefted the monstrous black pistol. Ceres being more interested hopped off her bed to jump around Alucard, viewing the weapon from all angles. Compared to the Joshua it was more angular, and written on the side in silver lettering was 'Jesus Christ is in Heaven now' with a crucifix outline in the center.

"A special gold alloy." Walter answered.

"Gunpowder?"

"Macedonian company's NNA9 formula."

"What about the bullets themselves?" Alucard slid a magazine into the pistol with a solid click.

"A unique baptized amalgam, as you've specified."

"Flawless Walter." Alucard laughed. "I bet even Anderson can't handle this toy."

"That priest guy?" He asked. "He didn't seem too tough to me." Truthfully he was looking forward having some more fun with the guy. Crazy or no, he made the best punching bag.

"Next time it'll be my fun." Alucard stashed his new weapon in the inside of his jacket.

"We'll see about that." Smirking, it would be interesting to race his Master to the prize.

"Um, what about me? Don't I get something special?" Ceres asked.

"Oh yes, I haven't forgotten about you." Walter rolled the large case over to the desk and with great difficulty raised it up on to the table. Taking a breath, he opened the case and hefted a large something out of it, and stood it vertically at his side. The lower portion looked vaguely like a gun, but the rest of it looked like the cannon of a tank.

"This is the 30mm cannon for use against the undead, the Harkonnen." Ceres looked aghast and pointed at Walter with a finger. "There are two types of rounds, depleted uranium, and explosive type capable of destroying a main battle tank. In fact it is not merely MBT's that need to worry as it is capable of engaging targets on land, sea, and air." Walter finished looking horribly pleased with himself.

"Wha-wha-wha-wha WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING?" Ceres screeched and both he and Alucard cringed at the loud high pitched noise.

X x x x x x

"And his buddy was a doctor or somethin, an orthopedist, ya know? The patients were all freaking out. Even when I opened up his head with his brains all glistening whenever I asked him something he answered! Then afterwards I replaced his brain with a plastic one. BOO! It's a monster! Hahaha! Like that brother?"

"You're being loud." He chastised his dark skinned companion as they strolled up towards the main gate. "You're always too loud before we do a job." Idly he noted that this was a beautiful area. The path itself was surrounded by a row of trees that were still in the process of losing their leaves. "Just be cool, quiet, and do the job."

"Yea, yea, yea, that shit again. I hear ya loud and clear."

"Failure isn't an option." The sun would be down soon, they would have the whole night to work.

"Failure? Not a chance! This'll be a cakewalk." Approaching them were a pair of security guards carrying mp5 sub machine guns.

"You can't be here, this is a restricted area." The closest one said.

"Oh? I'm so sorry, you see we're part of a sightseeing tour sir." He said feeling generous.

"You blokes aint open to the public?" Jan asked next to him.

"What are you talking about? This is private property, you'll have to leave at once."

"Sure sure." They both responded and turned towards each other, smirking his snapped his fingers.

A single gun shot rang out, the bullet entered the mans forehead and exited out the back. Blood exploded from the wood, spraying the other guard as the dead body fell to the ground. Recovering the other guard looked past them to the tour bus parked length wise towards the gate, more windows on it opening and gun barrels sliding out.

"You look pale." Jan teased.

"You alright?" He added.

Jan raised his right hand and snapped his fingers. "Ciao." The ghoul army contained in the bus opened fire. The guards body was ripped apart by bullets, except the ghouls didn't stop firing. "OI! Cease fire! Stop!" The gun fire sputtered to a stop. "Bro, these zombies are a buncha dumbasses. You sure bout them?"

"They'll do their job." Jan snorted and snapped his fingers again. This time the door ripped off it's hinges from preset explosives and the ghouls filed out to stand at attention in front of them. Dressed in swat gear and carrying thick riot shields and mp5 submachine guns, they were an imposing force to be sure.

"Worthless." Jan mused tapping one of his custom p90 submachine guns. "But who gives a fuck, so long as we get to kill and drink the spill." Striking a pose with both guns pointed skywards he could tell his little brother was really excited. "Hellsing? Alucard? What the fuck ever. We're gonna wipe you all out!" Storming off towards the imposing mansion, he followed.

X x x x x x

The roar of gunfire that picked up outside stopped all conversation. Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on your opinion of it, the room lacked any windows as a security measure.

"What? What is that?" Irons demanded and more gunfire erupted only it didn't stop this time. Reaching over she quickly dialed the number for the security.

"This is the guard room." A man answered frantically. "We're under attack!"

"What is it? What happened?" She demanded.

"Intruders! They've cut off our external communications and are mobile phones are being jammed! We can't request backup!"

"Repel the attackers! By us more time at least!" Mr. Penwood yelled and she turned a dark glare at the man.

"One more thing, the enemies-." There was heavy panicked breathing on the other end.

"Calm down." She commanded. "How many are there? I need an accurate report!"

"They're ghouls!" The man screamed and then gun fire carried over the intercom.

"Ghouls?"

"The protection of the round table members is paramount! What is the most direct route to the helipad?" The room rocked as an explosion went off overhead. Firming her jaw, Integral pulled out her pistol and check to see if it was loaded. Her eyes moved back to the intercom when the shooting stopped.

"What is going on Integral?" Penwood demanded and she ignored him.

"Guard room, what happened? Come in! Give me a status report!" She slammed her hands down on the table.

"Haha, good evening members of the round table conference!" A new slightly manic voice came over the intercom. "This is Jan! And we are the Valentine brothers!" The man broke into mad giggling. "This is the first time we've met, no? Well we would dearly like if you would join us downstairs for lunch. You're guards are most delicious, if I do say so myself."

"Have you relieved yourselves yet? Huh? Prayed to your oh so mighty God? Cornered, no where to go, so why don't you just prepare to die like the worthless humans that you are? Oh but you still have some time before we come to greet you if you would rather commit suicide. You may want to do that considering the things I'm going to do to you, in fact I'd strongly recommend it! Ciao!" The line clicked dead and around the table several of the weaker men started to panic.

"They're coming! What are we going to do?" Other comments like that one became known by a vocal few. Calmly she picked up the headset and dialed the internal line to Ceres' room, where she had told the vampires to wait, and where Walter would currently be.

"Walter, Walter are you there?"

"Yes Sir?" Walter answered. "I've deduced the situation. We've been cut off and no one will investigate for another five hours."

"Correct."

"First priority is obviously the protection of the meeting room until such time that support arrives or the intruders have been destroyed. A difficult proposition with such limited resources. Since there is only one entrance to the meeting room that must be blocked. Alucard and Victoria are here with me."

"Where's Ranma?" She asked.

"Ran off as soon as the gun fire started, I assume he's moving through the mansion and will dispatch many of our intruders."

"Right." She was disturbed that Ranma would be so impetuous but at least he was doing something. "So what should we do?"

"We'll split into two groups, the first will go to your immediate aid, the other will make contact with Ranma and work to clear out the enemies forces from the rear. A two pronged attack if you will."

"How will you reach the meeting room? An attack this serious would mean a large number of ghouls."

"Don't you remember ten years ago? How you found Alucard in the basement?"

"The vent." She whispered and glanced upwards at an air vent in the ceiling.

"If you would be patient, we'll be there shortly." The other headset shifted and she wanted to get one last word in.

"Walter, those bastards are eating my men. Do not show any mercy, do not let a single one of them leave here alive."

"Of course, Sir Integra." The line clicked and she took a few deep breaths. All eyes were on her and she lit up another cigar, realizing that she had broken it at one point.

"Gentlemen, do try and remain calm. This will be sorted out soon."

X x x x x x

Two quick shots ended the life of a pair of ghouls and Ranma continued his way through the mansion towards the shooting range. He had to hurry, every second lost meant a life lost, but there were far too many ghouls to take out individually. Dealing with them all in hand to hand combat would be difficult, they had numbers, a lot of numbers. And guns, he didn't know what kind of ammunition they were equipped with, but it was safe to assume silver at least and possibly blessed.

The mp5 he had liberated from a ghoul was in fact filled with silver ammunition, which worked just fine to kill off several more ghouls that were milling about a hallway. Hearing a womans scream he discarded any notion of stealth in order to rush towards the kitchen. Shooting several more ghouls on the way he came into the kitchen and found four ghouls advancing on the two maids, the chef was on the ground with two ghouls feeding off of him.

Shocked, he stared at the man who was still weakly struggling. Hearing another scream snapped him out of it and he killed the ghouls and the chef. The gunfire stopped the other ghouls from advancing, and they turned to him, only to be mowed down.

"You two alright?" He asked the pair of maids who were both crying and hugging each other. "Hey!" The two stopped and looked at him. "Come on I'll get you out of here." Trying to smile reassuringly they both nodded. "Let's get out of here."

Both followed closely as he made is back way he had come. Thankfully there weren't any ghouls who had entered into the area. Which probably meant that whoever was behind this and was controlling the ghouls didn't know when he lost one. Opening up a doorway hidden behind a large mirror, he directed the pair to head down as he checked to see if anyone had followed before shutting the mirror behind him.

The secret entrance immediately dropped down into a long set of stairs broken into three segments to go the thirty meters to get to the bottom. Immediately both maids grabbed on to him like a life preserver, stiffening, he relaxed and help lead them down the dark corridor.

"M-Master R-R-Ranma, can't- see." Joan, the taller of the two said and squeezed him tighter.

"Oh sorry, there aren't really any lights in this part. Just hang on to me." Neither of them fell but they slowed him down a lot. For him the dark unlit corridor was only dim, for both of them it must be pitch black.

Reaching the bottom, the passage way split off into two hallways. One lead to his room and the other to a large open room that vaguely resembled the gym upstairs. Why the builders made such a place so deep underground was beyond him. Taking the right path and heading towards his room he wondered how Ceres and Walter were doing.

Opening the door to his room, he directed them inside, and stood at the door way. "Stay in here and keep quiet, I don't think they care about this part of the mansion."

"You're leaving us?" The smaller glasses wearing Ashley asked.

"I have to go help with the rest of the ghouls." Pulling out his pistol he gave it to Joan along with an extra magazine. "Here if any ghoul comes, shoot them in the head."

"He tried- to protect us." Ashley broke down and started to cry and hug Joan. "From the ghouls." Firming his jaw he couldn't find anything to say. He had never bothered to learn the chef's name, or wanted to, but he felt bad that the man was dead, killed while trying to protect these two. Nodding to Joan who seemed slightly more together he started to close the door.

"I have to stop that from happening to anyone else." He said softly and the door clicked closed. Standing just outside the door for a minute longer listening to Ashley's sobbing, his hands started to warp the submachine gun in his hands.

X x x x x x

Slowly pushing the mirror open and checking out the hallway he could see Ranma raised the mp5 through the opening and then slowly opened the mirror and looking the other way. Exiting into the hallway he trained the gun on a man standing in a white suit and a long white duster draped over his shoulders. He was taller than him by a full head and had long blond hair pulled back into a ponytail. Standing nonchalantly in the hallway he adjusted his glasses and looked quizzically at him.

"Who are you?" Ranma demanded.

"Another Hellsing toy I see."

"You're behind this aren't you."

"And you're the one killing our lovable ghouls at this end." Narrowing his eyes, he didn't need further provocation before opening fire. Blurring into action the man dodged to the side and in one powerful step was at his side.

"Huh?"

"Too slow." Before he could react a punch landed on his right cheek. Flying backwards he smashed through the mirror and tumbled down a flight of steps to recover at the first landing. "You're a vampire aren't you?" Once again the man was in his face before he could respond and kicked him in the stomach hard. This time he rocketed down the steps to slam heavily into the far stone wall.

Regaining his feet, he dropped the mp5 and favored the man on the steps with a wary look. 'Definitely not like those chip vampires.' Straightening his clothes a bit for show, he followed it up with a flick to his pigtail that had fallen over his shoulder. "What's your name anyways?"

"Luke Valentine."

"Ranma Saotome, just figured you should know the name of your executioner."

"If that is what you wish, I'm just here to kill Alucard."

"What did you say?"

"Don't worry, your master will join you in hell soon enough." Growling he was prepared for the man's speed as he came in and stopped in front of him. Catching a fist that would have punched him in the stomach he smirked.

"That the best you can do?"

"Of course not." The series of punches and kicks that followed were a blur as they bypassed whatever defense he would have used and pummeled him against the wall. Grimacing he was caught by the front of his shirt and hauled upwards. "Am I going to fast for you? I could slow down if you wish."

"You kidding? I'm just getting warmed up." Flashing Luke a fanged smile he grabbed his outstretched arm by the wrist and near his elbow before twisting and applying pressure to turn Luke around and way from him. Keeping his wrist hold, he spun around to kick the other vampire squarely in the center of his back. The satisfying feeling of striking flesh was felt and he released Luke's wrist in time to let him flying forward into the stone wall.

A back kick from Luke was caught and he twisted before pushing forward putting him into an awkward position again the wall. That didn't stop the taller man from reach behind and catch him in a head lock before slamming his face into the wall. In the next instant he was spun, in a move that should have broken his neck, and released into the air. Righting himself in mid air he landed in a crouch several meters from his opponent. 'That was kind of weird, I shouldn't have been able to stop so quickly.' Shrugging off the oddity for review later he stood up.

"Not much formal training, you use your speed and strength to overpower your opponent. Too bad I gotta kill you because you would have made a great sparring partner."

"This is just the beginning to my abilities." Luke sneered. "Pets like you are nothing to me."

What followed was a series of brief but brutal skirmished as they made their way to the large open chamber. Subconsciously Ranma was leading the man away from the two still hopefully in his room. Neither of them were really being damaged but he was finding that Luke was faster than him at the moment. In terms of strength they were close to even. Skill wise the edge clearly went to him, but techniques designed for humans were at best a momentary distraction for a vampire.

They both skidded to a stop and regarded one another after entering the chamber. Taking several calming breaths he was happy to see that Luke was fully winded. Breathing wasn't even something he needed to do, it was reflex, for Luke to be having trouble breathing meant he must be a chip vampire.

"What's the matter fake vampire? Need to take a break?" He asked.

"Fake?"

"How many of those chip things did they put into you to make you this powerful?" Luke's face started to contort in rage. "Must have been a lot, most trash like you can barely speak more than a growl. Usually you're just stupid animals."

"How dare you compare me to those instants! I have every ability that you real vampires have! NO! I have more!" Luke screamed and charged him with a speed he hadn't seen before. One moment he was standing some distance apart the next he had been struck and was now buried into the stone wall.

Grimacing he was about to pull himself out of the wall when he noticed a strange shifting noise. Around him the rubble started to shift and collapse. "Oh shit." Struggling he didn't find any way to haul himself out before the heavy stones up above started to collapse. The first landed on and crushed his legs. Screaming in pain, he could do nothing to stop the rest of the ten meter high wall of stone from crushing him.

X x x x x x

Taking several deep breaths, Luke laughed cruelly while surveying the destroyed wall. Buried somewhere under the large stone slabs was that unspeakably annoying Japanese boy. He had done it, he had beaten him, beaten Alucard's toy. All that remained was the great Alucard himself. Surely he couldn't be any stronger than this vampire created in his own image. Gritting his teeth and clutching at his side, most of his ribs having been broken from several kicks.

"What's wrong?" An amused voice asked in a strange mix of male and female. "I barely hit you." The rubble shifted, pushed up by an unseen force, tendrils of black fire squeezed through the cracks flailing and pulsing with an unseen power.

"What- What the hell is this?" He demanded and took a step back.

"I've never done this before so give me a second." The voice took on more and more of a female pitch as the largest stone was pushed off by the living fire. "Here I think this is yours." The flame tendrils suddenly latched on to a smaller piece of stone and threw it in his direction. Stepping out of the way he watched it sail past and bounce down the hall.

Turning back towards the living blob, something rose out of the center of it, he couldn't stop himself from gulping from the madly laughing female voice. The shape in the center started to gain more and more definition, all the excess mass around it pulled in at it's feet.

"I really am immortal, my body was crushed, I should have died but I didn't." The now vaguely human shape snapped into place. Standing in front of him was now a busty red haired Japanese girl wearing a Hellsing uniform. Her face was lit up in sadistic glee and she continued to giggle cruelly.

"Who are you?" He asked.

"Sorry, I was holding back before."

"Stop bullshitting me! Where did that boy go?" He yelled and reached into his coat to grab one of his guns.

"It's not hard for me to keep that form, actually it's really easy when I found out why I couldn't originally. The problem was that I was trying to become myself, which was wrong, since I already was. Although I could stay like that forever, my strength will always be strongest in my real form."

"Are you insane? What the hell are you talking about?"

"You come in here with your ghouls killing without a thought." The small red heads demeanor became if possible even more sinister. "For that I can't forgive you."

"Like I asked for it." Pulling a trigger he put a shot directly into her forehead. His smirk turned to a look of horror as she simply brought it back forward, the wound already healed. "DIE!" He screamed and unloaded both of his rifles at the girl.

Taking all the bullets she ran forward with a speed far surpassing his own to punch him square in the jaw. His world exploded in pain and he would have followed the thrown slab of stone if she hadn't caught him by a leg. Feeling the ligaments and muscles tear in his right leg from the force he dropped to the ground. There was no time to deal with the pain before he was forcibly swung by the same leg to slam face first into the wall.

A small hand grabbed him roughly by the back of the head and pulled his crushed face away before swinging him towards a pair of frightening red eyes. "Am I going too fast for you? Want me to slow down?" She jeered recounting his earlier line.

"Bitch!" He spat and spit blood in her face. She looked shocked for only a moment before her tongue came out to lick at the blood.

"For a chipped thing you taste pretty good." She taunted and he punched her in the face. Her hand lost it's hold and he hopped away on one leg. Gritting his teeth his bodies regeneration was working overtime to recover from the injury to it. "How long will it take that thing to heal?"

"Shut up! Hellsing toy! Dog of the Protestants!"

"Idiot." A voice said to his back and he realized that he hadn't even seen the girl move. "Let me fix the other one for you." Spinning in a vain attempt to strike out, his good leg exploded in pain. Screaming, he fell forward to hit the floor hard. Turning over on to his back, he looked horrified at the stump where his leg should be. His missing leg dropped with a wet thump to the floor at the girls feet.

"You thought you could beat me? Kill me? Kill Master? My Master? Take him from me?" Staring into her glowing red eyes, she took a step forward. "I was never one to play with my food." Her tongue came out again and licked her lips slowly.

"No, get away! Stay away from me!" He screamed and tried to crawl away but she grabbed his remaining leg and jerked him towards her before her other hand lashed out to clutch him by the throat.

"Yummy."

X x x x x x

Holding the struggling Jan Valentine in her arms, Ceres wasn't have much trouble. While strong he had no leverage and she was much stronger. The worst part is he smelled really bad. She and Walter had broken the ghoul army as they attempted to storm the meeting room. All that remained was this chip vampire.

"Who was the architect of this? Who's giving you orders? Who gave you your second life?" Walter asked standing in front of her.

"You're one senile old fuck, I already told ya I'm the leader of the Hellsing massacre team." Laughing evilly. "We were created just to kill you! That's why! So all of you can go to fucking hell!" He cried out madly and she tightened her grip on him causing him to grunt in pain.

'Asshole.' She thought, purposely attempting to inflict pain.

"Enough of your nonsense, what do you think you can do in your current state?" Jan laughed again and something flashed in her mind, an image of ghouls dressed in Hellsing uniforms. Her shock lasted only a moment and that was all Jan needed to take advantage. An elbow struck her in the face and she fell to the side from the blow. Free from her, he leapt away laughing, jumping further from the conference room.

"Ouch." She hissed and raised herself up on her knees. There was a flash in her mind, instantly making her eyes jerk to the elevator door as it creaked open.

"Oi Hellsing bitches! You prepared for the cannibalism show?" Jan laughed even more and her eyes widened when instead of the vision of ghouls coming out of the elevator, she saw something equally horrible and wonderful at the same time.

"Ranma!" She cried out and Jan spun around to see what had stopped his grand moment.

Standing in the center of the elevator was Ranma in female form and dressed in her Hellsing uniform. Laying on the floor around here were the bodies of a dozen former ghouls. The walls around her were dripping splattered blood and Ranma's tan Hellsing uniform was drenched with it. While her face was obscured by blood and shadow, two red eyes glowed out from underneath the girls bangs.

Ranma charged forward and closed the distance to Jan in a single flicker of movement. At the end of it had Ranma stood clutching Jan by the throat and he was now pushed to his knees in front of the short girl.

"You alright?" Ranma asked and looked up from the man towards her. Nodding she got to her feet.

"Thank you for catching the rat Miss Ranma." Walter said slowly and moved forwards.

"Chip vampires taste pretty good, need this one for anything?" Ranma asked and squeezed Jan's neck tighter causing the man to arch backwards further. "I'm still a bit hungry."

"We would like him for information so please leave him alive."

"All the men were turned into ghouls. I want him to suffer." There was a cracking noise after Ranma squeezed her hand even tighter. "Just like his brother is right now."

"Rest assured we will take our time, when we are through with him, you can have what's left." Walter explained.

"You think." Jan gasped out. "Haha! They." Gulping in air unsuccessfully Jan continued. "Heard everything." Ranma relaxed her grip slightly. "Think they'll let me live?" Jan gave off several high pitched giggles and Ranma jumped away. Immediately Jan exploded in blue flames. "AHH! See? I told you!" Anything further he might have said was cut off by his body being consumed by the flames in seconds.

"What's the situation Walter?" Integral asked and Ceres whirled her head around to see the Hellsing woman standing behind the butler.

"It appears the invasion has been stopped Sir." Walter answered.

"Ranma." Integral started and took a moment to compose herself after catching site of the dead bodies in the elevator. "Are all the ghouls destroyed?"

"Yes." Ranma answered like she was explaining the weather.

"Walter." Integral glanced at the dead Hellsing soldiers in the elevator. "Find out who did this."

"I understand, leave it to me." The butler said protectively.

"I leave it to you." Integral turned and strode back towards the meeting room. Her strides becoming more confident as she went.

"Miss Ranma, Ceres, would you mind checking the mansion for any lingering ghouls."

"Don't worry about that, I got them all." Ranma answered. "All the bad guys are dead or wishing they were." The red head said cryptically.

"Ah, I see, then please act as security until reinforcements arrive."

"Sure." Ranma spun around and started to walk off. Glancing between Walter, Ranma, and Integral. Ceres wondered what she should do. Seeing Walter had left she quickly ran and grabbed her ridiculously oversized gun and went after Ranma.

X x x x x x

Ranma's shotgun rested lightly across her chest with the barrel pointing down and to her left. She was leaning against back entrance wall as a black plastic body bag was rolled past her on a gurney. The procession of bodies seemed endless to the young vampire and the events of earlier still weighed heavily on her mind. Her nose crinkled and she started to breath through her mouth after catching the harsh chemicals being used to clean off the gore.

Strumming her fingers on the side of the gun, a single set of footsteps caught her ears and she looked into the mansion to find Mason Fox moving towards the door in full gear and an mp5 slung over his shoulder. He nodded in her direction before taking a position at the wall across from her.

"You can let us handle this." Her eyes shifted up to him.

"I'm fine."

"It's nearly dawn isn't it."

"If you got something to say, say it." She snapped, her mental powers telling her that he was concerned about something. The lingering mental vibrations from all the recently deceased were making her edgy and excited at the same time. Intellectually she didn't know how to respond to the events, there had been so much blood, and all it did was make her hungry.

"Sorry, I just can't understand how you're standing." Fox paused as a gurney passed between them. "And after everything you did tonight, the men are a bit scared of you. It would probably be best if- you weren't around." She didn't immediately answer him, instead choosing to pull the gun strap over her head, letting it hang off to her right.

"You're right, I am tired." Turning she started to walk back into the mansion. "I'll be a good little vampire and stay our of your hair."

X x x x x x

Author Notes:

(1) – I am in fact making fun of someone I know who literally looks orange. Though she has turned it down a notch recently.

(2) – Actually this is a reference to the movie 'The Batman vs. Dracula' what I was watching when I first got the inspiration to write this.

(3) – Marlowe is going to be running for a while. The Hellsing grounds are something like 7 km around. But he'll cheat and just go around the mansion.

(4) – Ranma really did bad things to those two chipped vampires.

(5) - Bonus points to the person who recognizes the last name.

(6) – Nobody caught this little slip up that I made way back in chapter three. Since Ranma shouldn't be able to stand water in his mouth. In this case he's about ready to throw up from the taste but goes along with the action to keep doing human things, and not having horrible death breath.