„Seems like i have to turn it around or something like that." Toby speculated as he shoved the fresh barrel into his rifle.

„Put it in, twist it twenty-five degrees to the left, and then pull it firmly until it clicks." Ceras said, holding a manual while sitting on a bench nearby. She was obviously bored, but used the time to go and try getting along with him.

„...sounds complicated. But i´ll try." It didn`t take even a minute until it finally clicked, and the barrel was locked into place. „Damn, that WAS complicated. But it worked."

„Sure did. It should work since the manual doesnt lie." The female cyborg threw the little booklet over her shoulder and stood up. „So what are we gonna do? Just sit here and wait for them to come back?!"

„I suppose so. The less we do the less we can mess up. And Sir Integral is gonna be mad if we mess up." Toby rested the rifle on his shoulder, stepping over to her. „But some entertainment might come in handy."

„Entertainment? What kind?" Ceras raised an eyebrow, remembering what Seras told her.

„Chatter, of course. What else... for example, whats your story?"

The cyborg sighed deeply, hanging her head a bit. „Story... well, once upon a time, an insane SS Scientist wanted to create a superweapon. To arcive that, he took the liveing embryo of a girl breed somewhere in England, with the desire to observe that girl and eventually replace her with the clone, like a spy. For that purpose, he equipped that clone with superhuman equipment, metal bones, regeneration, cybertronic implants... and guess who that clone was."

Toby blinked serveral times. „... seriously?"

Ceras nodded. „Yeah. Long story made short, that is. Then, they didn´t get to use me in thier war, and Hellsing found me, putting me into Cryo-sleep until now. This is basically my first day of life."

„Oh.... that explains some things. I was wondering why you look so much like her."

Ceras didn´t get to reply this time. An explosion went off, and all went black.

„...what just happened?"

„Switching to nightvision view mode."

„..what?"

„Nevermind. The lights went out, thats what happened... i heard a boom before..."

Toby looked around, then slowly, he was able to see... in the darkness.

„Some other girls might feel romance now... i feel something different." Ceras looked around, mostly at the cieling, hearing something quite faintly. „That rifle of yours.... is it loaded?"

A metallic click sounded as he unlocked it. „Yeah. Almost a full clip, but its plastic training ammo.. why?"

„Because i think you`re going to need it. I hear gunfire upstairs."

„Gunfire?"

„Yes... fire of various guns.. and a scream." She grabbed his arm and went to the stairs in the foyer. „Come on, move it! Thats what we waited for, action!"

Toby let out a sigh and hung his head for a moment. „I dunno girl, you´re just a little bit too tough for me. Oh fuck it." He continued to follow her, fixing his eyes onto her back not to get lost.

For a human clone, she moved quite fast, running around like a marathon atlhet of some sort.

„Its on the second floor.. something´s killing people up there." She muttered, then snatched away a gun from a nearby weapon locker.

A firm pull on the front grip, and Toby knew instantly what kind of weapon that was.. a shotgun, better known as SPAS-14, a modified version of the old SPAS-12.

„Can you handle these?" He asked quickly, trying to keep up as best as possible.

„I`m made to kill. I can handle every kind of firearm." Was her short reply, and she muttered something afterwards. „Targeting system online. Tracking noise at 13."

„13 degrees? I hear that too." He said, looking over to the wall next to them.

„They have to be in the next room, or ally, or whatever that is." She came to a closed door after a turn to the right, then kicked against it.

Two mutants were munching on a soldier there. Ceras didn`t hesistate to fire shells into her heads, two of them for each, shutting them down permenantly.

„I dunno what the problem with these are. All you get i a big, humaniod cockroach...AH!" Ceras´s sentence was cut short by a third mutant comeing from above.

A gratling hung down from the cieling, obviously leading into a ventilation shaft.

„Damn!" Toby opened fire at the mutant that took down Ceras, but tried to be careful not to hit her.

„Dont hold back! I`m made of kevlar and steel, fire at will" She shouted, wrestleing with the mutant meanwhile.

„Can you withstand bullets?!" He yelled back over the notorious blasts of the gun, that slowly riddled the mutant with bullet holes.

„Sure! Thats my job!" Finally, she grabbed a table from behind her, ripping off its leg to thrust it into the mutant`s head. She got soaked in blood almost instantly and had a few rips on the skin, but quickly got back onto her feet.

„I hope i never make you angry." Toby simply said, letting the empty magazine plop out of the gun, then putting it onto his back with the strap attached to it.

„Dont worry, i don`t hurt friends.. often." With that, Ceras picked her own gun back up, and looked to the cieling. „Thats where they must´ve come from. But i bet they weren´t alone."

„But that would mean there`s fighting in other rooms, too." He said, takeing his pistol out instead.

„One more reason to get going again. Can we split up without ending up dead?"

„Not sure. Probably."

„Lets test it out."

Toby suddenly didn´t feel good anymore.

It might be due the lack of firepower comeing from his rifle and Ceras´s shotgun, but also from the lack of her presence. Going with company always made you feel more safe than alone.

All he had left was that pistol Seras gave him, with one clip in the gun and one spare clip in his pocket. Not the best chances, but not the worst. Ceras for example had to fight with five shells, nothing more.

Even through his nightsight, things were blurry and smudged, nothing really clear to see.

He had to see twice before he noticed the gratleing opening above him... and then it was too late.

A kick to the neck was the payback for that sloppyness, resulting in the mutant falling onto him.

Toby clentched his teeth, then grabbed the pistol he just dropped and shot at the mutants head, five times over before the guy kicked him to the jaw.

Toby was knocked straight over, falling down a short stairway before regaining his breath. All he could do was roll to the side as the mutant tried to crush him with a forceful jump.

He rolled backwards for himself, searching for anything that might qualify as a weapon, finding nothing close to it.

Another kick to the head followed, and he spit out blood in a brief moment before a fourth and last kick knocked him out.

His sight faded away, leaveing a colorful blurr before his eyes and all he could hear was a whisper, going into a long, shrill noise....

Ceras, meanwhile, was searching upstairs for the next mutant to kill.

The shotgun was left behind, empty and useless for her. It was stuck inside a body.

Covered in blood all over, she had trouble focusing with the disgusting scent of mutant blood, it made her nose cringe in protest.

There, thermic activity nearby... silently, she dropped down to the floor and robbed across it, until she came to the mutant`s back.

He didn´t notice her, being almost stealthly on her stomatch. His mistake, because a firm pull ripped his legs off his body, then, while falling, she got on her knees and twisted his neck till the head came off.

Finally, she stood fully again, crushing the ribcage with a stomp.

"Cockroaches need to be dead more than once." She muttered, giving off a glace to the left.

Another fortunely placed weapon locker. "This must be my lucky day. Or a day of misfortune for some others."

A minute later, Ceras eyed the weapon in her hands with suspicion.

"They still use these raggy M16`s? .... hope it doesnt choose to destroy itself when I use it."

Instantly she fell silent, as she noticed another mutant, downstairs.

She was on a little balcony, looking down to the ground floor and smirked. If that wasnt the perfect position for a kill, then she didn`t know what was.

She flew down the two stories into the lobby, landing on his head directly.

Her two-hundred kilogramms of body weight made a crack in the stone floor, and a very nasty sight as the guy under her imploded in pressure.

"Amateur." She groaned before moveing on.

It didn`t take long for her to find another, and she easyly sneaked up on him.

A hard beat to the legs with the barrel, another with the butt of the weapon into the back, then she used the whole rifle to break his neck. While doing that, she pushed her foot against his back, ripping a hole into it while getting the head off.

"...another one bites the dust... who´s next..?!" She shouted out the last bit of the sentence, readying her rifle. She had the time for some fun now.

As expected, a mutant came to kill her, but Ceras was stunned in the next moment.

From the balcony above, a black figure jumped down, pulling out two swords from behind the head, sliceing through the body of the mutant in the process before landing elegantly.

Ceras`s senses alarmed her. A vampire. Instantly, she raised her rifle up to her.

"Lower your weapon, Subject 293784-53 A. I`m non-hostile." The figure commanded with a female voice.

The cyborg was stunned and lowered the weapon in an instant, gasping as she didn´t have control over her body for that very moment.

Something held her back from aiming at her again.

"Suprised, Ceras Viktoria? Your control chip might be gone but hidden deep in your central brain area, Doc hid a second one, just for the case you would betray Millenium. It allows Millenium officials to order you around as they please." Slowly, the figure came into the light. Ceras gasped again, reconizeing her.

"Raminta Va-..!" She started, getting stopped by her.

"Dont you dare to call me by that name. My times as a Nazi official are counted. I`ve become a Hellsing decades ago... and today, they just call me Rein."

Ceras stopped, and shot a slight glare at her. "Why are you here..? Seras told me they destroyed Phoenix."

"They did. All of it is gone. In the end, I lost.. and I still have an old debt to pay off here. One i`ll never finish to pay off until either me or Seras dies." Rein said, putting her straighened Katana swords back into their sleaths.

"Then why did you use that trick to stop me?!"

"Is that so hard to see?" Rein stepped over to the cyborg, raiseing her chin with a finger. "We both know you would`ve killed me on the spot, dont we. And raiseing my hands isn`t my style."

"So how many were they?" Rein asked, crossing her arms while kicking a corpse.

"I dont know. I killed about 15 of them... not counting the two we did." Was Ceras`s response.

"34 on my side.....wait a second. Did you say, WE?"

"Eh, yes..." Ceras scratched her head. "Seras´s flegling accompanied me at the sta-...."

"Where is he?!" The vampire grasped Ceras`s collar tightly. "What were you thinking leaveing a newborn on his own!?!"

"He`s... he`s on the..." The cyborg girl coughed, then was let down to the ground again.

"Find him. Save him. God save you if you dont make it." Then, Rein turned her back to Ceras, shifting her clothes into a long, wide leather coat that hid the sleaves of her Katanas.

Ceras nodded, running off to the stairway. She was right, it was a bad idea.

But she didn`t know how bad it was.. yet.

Because meanwhile, Toby was tied to a thick pipe in a room at the basement.

Blood was running down his face, and he was still out cold, so he didn´t notice the cuts they carved into his face.

The mutants drank from him, licking it off, catching it in bags, buckets, teacups to drink it up with passion.

And whenever his regeneration kicked in and he stopped to bleed, they wacked him with a loose metal pipe to splurt out some more.

It was just mere seconds, but the door was roughly opened by an explosion.

Smoke and splinters entered the small room in an instant, making all of them cough...

That caused Toby to wake, slowly.

Another figure stood there, holding a crossbow type of weapon.

"You messed with the wrong organization, BOYS..!!" Yelled a dangerous, female voice before a bolt ripped into the head of the left mutant.

He wasn`t dead yet, of course, just pinned to the wall behind him by the powerful projectile.

"What the hell?! Who are you, bitch?!!" Shouted the second mutant, only to be silenced the same way.

In the end, a long silence followed, and Toby could only catch a short glace of red eyes flashing up before the figure left again.

....it wasn`t anyone he knew. The voice, the body and the outfit were completely unknown to him.

And instead, he was left alone in a room, tied up with two curseing mutants.

He couldn`t count the time, he didn`t know how long. It were just mere minutes before Ceras arrived, but it was a torture just to hear them screaming and yelling, wanting to get away but they couldn`t.

The bolts pinned into their skulls so hard, if they`d get away, they would break apart.

"...god, are you alright? Can you hear me?" Ceras said while ripping off the steel wire that tied up Toby.

"...yeah... yeah, I think I can still walk. Just feeling... weak..." He stumbled across the room to go to the lightswitch, flicking it on... then he remembered that the power was gone.

His nightsight had vanished without a trace, he was too weak to use it. Not enough blood left.

"Dont bother. I`ll finish them." Ceras said, picking up the pipe they`d beat him with, then shoveing it into the lower body of the first one, up to the head, then pried it loose again by ripping it across the body in a bloody mess.

The second mutant got a less violent display, just the neck crushed inbetween the wall and the pipe, letting the body sink to the ground.

"...arg... Damn.." Toby grunted, leaning against the wall. "I`m feeling sick.. like i`m drunk or something like that.."

Ceras looked to him, feeling his pulse with a pat on his shoulder. It didn`t look quite good.

"I think you should drink from their bodies. It might be not the best flavor but better than nothing."

He just gave her a quick look, then glaced at the bodies, and nodded to himself slowly, being in pain.

One quick bite eased that all out.

Ten minutes were all he needed. The cuts on his face were gone, and so were the broken bones, being recovered completely. He felt full, too. A rare feeling, although he felt like he could throw up about the taste of the blood.

It was like tasteing insect blood, nasty even for humans.

"Lets go. Sir Integra and Master might be back now." Toby blinked to himself. It was the first time he actually called Seras Master.

"Fine with me. I just waited for you here."

Up the stairs they went, and dureing that action, the lights went back on.

As they reached the lobby, a horrible scene laid in front of their eyes.

Twenty Hellsing soldiers, butchered in a brutal, quick manner.

For Toby and Ceras, it was obvious that the mutants did it, but as Integra saw Ceras, being covered in blood all over, something clicked inside her.

"Ceras Viktoria. Explain yourself. Why are you drentching with blood and why are my men DEAD?!"

The cyborg gulped deeply. "We don`t quite know that for ourselves, Sir.. the lights just went out, and then I heard shooting upstairs.. then we found mutants and all that happened.

"All that WHAT happened?!!"

"...fighting... he getting captured... we split up and then Rein told me to go look for him..."

Ceras felt this wasnt gonna be ending good.

"Seras." Integra commanded roughly.

"Yes, Integra?" The vampire appeared next to her.

"Take her into custody. That story is just too vagure. She stays there until further investigation has taken place."

Part 7 end.