"It's almost time to open the gates of Hell," Hubris said as he looked up from an ancient spellbook at his three younger 'brothers'. "You know what to do Avarice." He said, pointing at the ultra-perverted homunculus.
"We've got a problem," Sinister said suddenly, his head snapping up from its bowed position. "Thomas has returned."
"All the more reason to go up there and start destroying everything in sight," Malice chuckled.
"Right then! Avarice, go retrieve the draculina," Hubris ordered before pointing at Sinister and Malice, "You two cause as much mayhem as possible so Avarice can capture the draculina without interruptions." He watched as the other three homunculi vanished.
Seras gave a smirk as she rose from the bed, topless. She grabbed the top of her uniform and pulled it back on before looking back at the bed. Schrödinger lay passed out on the bed, his shirt top open. She'd smothered him between her breasts. 'I hope you enjoyed that catboy,' she thought as he buttoned the top of her uniform and started toward the door. She paused as she heard the sound of feet running by and waited until the last of the footsteps had past before she kicked the door open. She barreled straight into Rip Van, although it was probably a good thing that she'd ran into another female and not one of the manufactured draculas running around the base.
Rip Van was not in a good mood. Her time with Hans had been interrupted for the second consecutive time. She'd hastily gotten dressed and taken off running after the Captain when he'd left when the klaxons began to sound. Again. Now she had just run into the draculina, who was trying to escape.
"You bitch!" She shouted and grabbed Seras by the collar of her uniform. In one quick move, she tossed Seras over her shoulder and yanked back hard on her uniform. She blinked in surprise as she accidentally ripped the center Seras' top from the collar down to the top draculina's midriff and gave Seras a very revealing cleavage for her uniform. Rip Van blinked in surprise at her own handiwork and did double take as she watched Seras struggle to her feet. She leveled her musket at Seras' head and flashed her trademark toothy grin. 'If the draculina won't talk, then I'll just kill her.'
Seras froze as Rip Van aimed her musket and turned to run. She stumbled and fell to the floor as a certain homunculus' tentacles wrapped around her legs. 'What the-?' She looked backward and saw Avarice rise out of the ground between her and Rip Van. To her horror, Rip Van's limbs were trapped by several of the homunculus' tentacles. She tried to crawl away and watched as two more tentacles rose out of the ground and wrapped themselves around her arms.
Avarice sneered as he pulled Rip Van and Seras to him. "Well, well, lookie what I've caught…" He chuckled as he glanced at both of his captives. "As much as I'd like to fuck you again," The lust-crazy homunculus said apologetically as he pulled Seras up to his eye level, "My 'brother' requires your body…" He pulled Rip Van up to his face. A long pink tongue, a stark contrast of color to his black/grey body, slid out of his mouth and slid up the draculina/werewolf hybrid's neck and along her right cheek. "I wonder how juicy you'll taste." He said as a tentacle slid up from his lower half and wrapped around one of Rip's breasts. "Or how tight you are…" It squeezed and Rip Van let out a low growl.
Seras snapped. This perverted freak had gone too far. Her eyes flashed and turned completely red as she ripped her right arm free of the tentacle that was holding it and punched Avarice right in the jaw. The homunculus' head flipped backward with a loud SNAP as his neck broke. Seras began ripping the other tentacles off her body, uncaring whether or not Avarice was actually dead.
Rip Van watched as Seras punched Avarice, saw her chance, and took it. Her werewolf DNA began to kick in and she bowed her head, her hair falling over her face. Her body began to bulge as the DNA took hold, and she felt thick, black fur flowed down from her head and covered the rest of her body. Her muscles enlarged as if she was on steroids and shredded her suit top, leaving her nearly topless. Her nose and mouth elongated into the snout of a wolf as long claws burst through the fingertips of her white gloves, which miraculously remained intact. Her slacks had been ripped apart from the knee down to make room for the powerful leg muscles of the werewolf. Surprisingly enough, her shoes were relatively intact.
She threw her head back and glared at Avarice before she realized that her vision was blurred. 'My glasses,' she thought with a toothy smile. They were still on her snout. First things first though. She let out a menacing howl and ripped her arms free of the tentacles that had held her in the air and ripped off Avarice's head with ease. The head of the homunculus bounced off the far wall, ricocheted off the ceiling, hit the other wall and landed on the floor with a sickening SMACK.
The body of Avarice crumpled on the floor, releasing Rip Van completely and dissolving into pure miasma along with his head. The two female midians stared each other down, waiting for the other to make a move. Rip Van paused momentarily to remove her glasses and placed them in a case she carried in the pocket of her slacks before she took a fighting stance. She blinked in surprise as she saw that Seras was making a run for it. "HEY!?! COME BACK HERE!" She roared and picked up her musket. Instead of shooting at Seras, she charged after the draculina.
Alexander Anderson was starting to regret following Metal's directions. So far he'd met only three vampires, all of which he'd dispatched with just one bayonet, and he still hadn't found the draculina. It was so aggravating! 'Where is all the resistance?!' Anderson thought as he turned the corner. His expression changed from one of annoyance to one of insane amusement as he saw Zorin and the Captain standing at the other end of the hall.
"Ah! Finally a worthy opponent!" The fanatical priest laughed as two bayonets appeared in his hand. His smile widened as he watched the two midians step back in surprise. "Ye should be afraid, wretched freaks. The wrath of the Lord descends upon thee!" Anderson roared as he started towards them.
"It's not you they're worried about," Sinister commented drily as he swung his gigantic knife in a horizontal arc. The passage would be too narrow to swing a normal gigantic knife properly, but the knife blade sliced through the interfering stone walls of the passage like a hot knife through butter. Anderson instinctively brought up his bayonets and barely managed to save his head. Still, the force of the attack knocked him through the other wall, leaving a decently sized hole behind. Sinister dragged the blade out of the wall and started to lurch toward Zorin and the Captain, dragging his knife behind him.
Metal stood atop the castle, scanning the night sky. 'There you are Count,' the nine foot tall demon thought as he spotted the plane Alucard was flying headed straight for the castle. "Can't have you interfering with the mission, now can we?" the demon gave a chuckle and raised his right arm. From its shadow rose a massive crucifix, seventeen feet long with the long end aimed straight at Alucard's plane. There was small hum of gears as said end of crucifix opened and the barrel of an extremely large gun came into view. There was a loud BANG as a 150mm depleted uranium anti-tank round burst out of the Crucifix at just under the speed of sound.
Alucard gave an insane grin as he watched the round tear straight through the cockpit and gut the plane from nose to tail. "Control art restriction system." He stated as he reverted into a shapeless, red-eyed mass of darkness as the planes altitude dropped at an astonishing rate. "Level 3, Level 2, Level 1. Released."
"That should do it," Metal sneered as he watched the plane plummet towards the mountains along the horizon. The Crucifix vanished as he dropped his right arm, returning to the void of shadows he stored it in. He sensed the confused emotions of the Millennium troops that had arrived in the gate hallway and a sadistic smile. "Well, We wouldn't want to keep Our eager hosts waiting." He cackled and then felt the emotions change to sheer terror as something else entered the gate hallway then faded instantly. Metal's expression changed to a frown. "He'd better not have killed them all off." He muttered before smashing a large hole through the roof with a fist and jumping down to the castle 'lobby'.
Seras didn't stop running until she'd taken a wrong turn and ended up in the lower hangar. Unlike the zeppelin hangar above it, this hangar was filled with helicopters, WWII-era Messerschmitt fighter craft, and a miniature zeppelin about a third the size of the other two sitting in the hangar on the level above. She looked around for a place to hide as her eyes returned to normal. Unfortunately for her, her superhuman senses were decreased greatly because of her drunkenness and her slight exhaustion from seducing Schrodinger, so she couldn't pick up Rip Van's footsteps as the draculina/werewolf hybrid crept up behind her.
Rip Van felt a pang of satisfaction as she swung her musket like a club and nailed Seras in the small of her back. The force of the blow sent Hellsing's draculina flying into one of the Messerschmitt fighters, which she bounced off of and landed facedown on the ground with a loud thump. Rip Van's mouth widened into a large grin as she walked over and hoisted Seras into the air by her neck.
"You're friend tasted nice," Seras lied as she tried to pry Rip Van's hand loose. Unfortunately, that was the wrong way to get Rip Van to let her go. She let out a gasp as she went flying over the Messerschmitt and into a torpedo rack as Rip Van shouted at her, "YOU SICK SCHLAMPE!! YOU SEDUCED HIM?!"
"Oh sure," Avarice's voice griped as the tentacles of the homunculus wrapped around Rip Van's body and hoisted her into the air. The homunculus rose out of the ground a few seconds after, his back to the hangar entrance. He gave Rip Van a menacing leer. "Hello my little fuck-toy," He cackled as tentacles ripped through her slacks and tried to get inside her pussy. Rip Van squirmed about as she tried to keep Avarice away from her pussy and barely managed to succeed.
Seras watched in horror from behind one of the Messerschmitts and gasped in horror as she watched Avarice penetrate Rip Van's ass, causing the draculina/werewolf hybrid to howl in pain. 'I'm not going to let her suffer like I did.' Seras thought and glanced around for something to get Avarice's attention and realized she was leaning against it. She hoisted a large torpedo up from its rack and hurled it over the Messerschmitt straight toward Avarice.
"…" Avarice was silent as he smacked the torpedo away from him with his free hand and glared in Seras' direction. "Is time I finished what I-" He looked up as he saw a burning plane flying straight at him. He looked out of the hangar exit and saw the plane that Metal had shot earlier flying directly at him. Alucard jutted out of the top of the fuselage with his left hand pointed straight at Avarice. His shadow powers had covered the unburned portion of the plane and thousands of red eyes stared at the hangar.
"Ah shit." Avarice uttered as the plane smashed into the hangar.