Chapter 10

Cameron

"Hold on Sis!" Cameron yelled as she ran to the Hospital, reaching it in one minute. She barely managed not to destroy the front door as she yelled, "Help her! She's bleeding internally!" Cameron yelled. Everyone stared at her, and no one moved. "Damn it! She's Danny Phantom's Daughter! She's bleeding internally! HELP!" The Doctor's finally arrived and took Morgan away. Cameron, where are you? Seras telepathically asked. I'm at a hospital, Morgan is bleeding internally, she's dying! Cameron responded. Cammie! I can sense that you're getting hurt! You've been out in the sun too long! We need to get back to HQ! Seras said. Cameron then looked at her hands, and realized that her body was starting to smoke and everyone that could see her was staring at her. She quickly ran out and telepathically reached out to Alucard, Master, we need to get out of the sun! The next second she felt Alucard's hands on her, and then they were in the air, where Seras was, and the next second they arrived in the dungeons of the Hellsing Mansion.

Cameron deactivated her Ghost Form and vomited up blood. Then again, and then a third time. "Cammie!" Seras yelled as she collapsed to her hands and knees. Seras offered her arm, "Drink my blod again! You need it!" "NO!" Alucard said, "She needs the real blood, she needs the blood of our Master. Go get her." Seras nodded and quickly ran off. Cameron felt as her eyes began to bleed, "Oh God. I'm going to die! I'm going to die and I couldn't kill more of those fuckers!" "No, you won't die yet, Cameron Fenton! I won't let you die!" Alucard told her, making it sound like an order. Cameron's heaving stopped, but her eyes continued to bleed. "I pushed it…to far," she said. Just then Seras arrived carrying Sir Integra. "Cameron!" Integra yelled. "She needs the blood of a Hellsing, it's the only kind that will stabilize her condition for now," Alucard said. Sir Integra nodded and said, "Seras, cut open my palm."

Integra removed her right glove as did Seras, Seras's nail grew longer and she quickly cut open her palm. Integra went to Cameron and put her bleeding hand on Cameron's mouth. Oh God, she's delicious, Cameron thought as she lapped up the blood like a dog dying of thirst. She sensed Sir Integra's memories as she drank, her childhood, first finding Alucard, killing her evil Uncle Richard, fighting to get the respect she needed to run Hellsing, growing stronger and wiser, destroying Millennium, Cameron saw everything up until she and Seras became a couple when Integra pulled her palm back. Cameron felt as her body healed, and she felt stronger and stood up. "Thank you, Master," she said, and bowed to her, it was all she could think to do.

"Why did she need my blood?" Integra asked Alucard as Seras got some bandages and wrapped up her hand. "Abraham van Helsing knew that I was not completely indestructible, and often speculated about what any Fledgling I turned and how powerful they would be. So he made sure that the blood of his descendants would be especially potent for those of us bound to his bloodline. Also, the blood of a relative is especially potent and delicious for a vampire," Alucard said with a smile. "What? Relative…" Cameron said, and Integra glared at Alucard as Seras finished wrapping up her hand and she put her glove back on. "How the Hell are we related?" Cameron asked. "That's a story for another time. I saw what happened on the News, everyone with access to cable did. Our secret is now out in the open," Sir Integra said. Sir Integra Hellsing turned and left with Seras walking after her. Cameron watched them leave and thought, what the hell?

She turned to Alucard and said, "What do you mean I'm related to her?" "You couldn't tell?" Alucard said, "Granted, she isn't a direct blood relative, but surely you've noticed some resemblance, such as your eyes, determination, hair color, you actually have more things in common than you realize." "How?" Cameron asked. "Arthur Hellsing was quite a lady's man in his youth, and got one of the prostitutes he frequented pregnant. She made it to America, and married your great-grandfather. It would seem they decided to keep his true parentage secret. Our Master is indeed your blood, your great grand-aunt I do believe," Alucard told Cameron. Cameron tried to wrap her head around that idea, and was amazed. "That's…whoa…what does that mean for me, when she… Wait a minute, my great grandma was a prostitute!?" Cameron wasn't sure where to begin, but there was so much she thought about. Wait until I tell Willie… "Oh SHIT! Master, please take me back to the Hospital! I need to check on Morgan!"

"No. It's still daylight, we aren't going to repeat what just happened," Alucard said firmly, "Call your Aunt if you're so worried. Though I suspect that that will be the least of our concerns." "What now?" Cameron asked as she opened up her Third Eye and sensed humans in black cars approach. Through her Third Eye she saw as they went to Integra's office and said, "Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing, you are wanted for questioning in your conduct as Head of the Hellsing Organization."

Jazz

Jasmine Fenton was sitting outside her niece and nephew's hospital rooms. The doctors told her that Morgan was stable, and William's jaw would heal. That had been hours ago, right now it was night time, and there was nothing she could do. She had been unable to reach Cameron in that time, so she was alone. Jazz sat back in her seat and sighed, all the pain they were in, caused by a creature that wore Sam's face. What can I do for them? It's clear that this is affecting them, all of it. Willie is showing signs of PTSD, and Morgan might be starting to suffer from it too. They shouldn't fight, ever again. But they have to. Damn it, they are our best hope now, and they're barely able to survive this fucked up world. Jazz got up and went back in the room, and looked at their sleeping faces.

She went up to them and looked at them. Willie's jaw was wired shut and would have a liquid diet in the foreseeable future, Morgan had a number of tubes giving her painkillers and antibiotics. Because of their heritage, the doctors said she would be able to walk again in about two weeks thanks to it. Jazz shook her head, had they won this fight? Dozens in hospitals that were drastically understaffed, about a dozen federal agents dead, and the two people that America put most of her hope in were out of action for at least two weeks, maybe a month. Times were now at their most desperate. Where the Hell was Dani!? No one had seen her in years. Dani just straight up left like she always did, and no one had seen her for years after Vlad Plasmius's destruction. They all needed her now more than ever, if only to fill the gap.

The tears poured from Jazz's eyes, they were tears of grief for her family, fear for the world, anger at the Order of the Fang, and sheer helplessness. Then she heard as someone came in. Jazz immediately stood up and faced them, they were carrying something in their right arm, whoever it was wasn't a doctor, nurse, or orderly. Jazz quickly reacted, and kicked the person back, knocking them to the ground. "HELP!" Jazz yelled as loud as she could, as the intruder got back up and she grabbed its head and kneed its face as hard as she could. "SECURITY!" Jazz yelled again. "JAZZ! SHIT! STOP!" a woman's voice sounded, it was the intruder. That was when she heard a baby start to scream. Jazz looked down as a security guard ran up and pointed a taser at the intruder, "Don't move." "Shit," the woman said, and then Jazz tore off the hat she saw she was wearing. "Dani?" Jazz asked. "Don't shoot! Damn it," Dani Phantom said, and Jazz saw that she was carrying a baby with her black hair.

"Come with me," the security guard said. "Wait, never mind! Forget it!" Jazz told him, "I was sleeping and had a nightmare, and overreacted when she woke me up!" The security guard looked at Jazz, and then at Dani. He shook his head, "You people are crazy." He left after considering his options, leaving Dani to try to calm down the baby again. Jazz saw that she had broken Dani's nose and said, "Oh God, Dani, I'm so sorry! I didn't know who you were!" "I'll be fine, just be quiet for a minute," Dani told her. Eventually Dani had to lift up her shirt and breastfeed the baby to quiet it down. Dani then turned to Jazz, "Fix my nose." "This'll hurt," Jazz said as she put her thumbs on the opposite sides of Dani's nose and snapped the cartilage back into the right shape. Dani grunted, then said, "Clean me, please, then we can talk." Jazz went to the bathroom and soaked up some paper towels and washed Dani's face as best she could, then stuffed more paper towels in her nose to stop the bleeding.

"Things are really fucked up now, aren't they?" Dani said. "Yes," Jazz told her. "I saw on the news what happened, or what the media thinks happened. So, what happened?" Dani asked as she switched the baby to her other breast. "The Order of the Fang somehow cloned Sam, and maybe used Danny to give the clone ghost powers. It might be part werewolf too, I don't know," Jazz told her. "I heard that Danny is in New Zealand," Dani said. "He is," Jazz said, but then she felt the old anger as Dani burped the baby. "Where the Hell have you been? Danny and the kids needed your help, and its only now when everything is going to Hell that you show up?" Jazz said. Dani sadly nodded as she rocked the baby, "I'm sorry Jazz. I'm so used to being on my own, I don't know what else to do anymore. You probably guessed that he's mine," she said, indicating the baby, "One night in Spain with a handsome man, and he leaves me a little present. I was going to call, for help, but then I saw what happened to Cammie, and didn't want to give Danny any more problems.

"Then, while I was in Belgium, the shit hit the fan. I had to get me and Philippe out, been running ever since. Everything is chaos, Jazz. America is maybe the most stable country in the world right now, and its barely keeping together. I was wrong not to show up sooner, and I'm sorry. But, I'm here now. I can help you," Dani said. Jazz took a better look at her. Dani's hips and breasts were larger than before, but she didn't' have too much excess fat. Her eyes were clearly tired, but beneath the bags she saw that her eyes still had the defiant fire that all Fenton's had, that they needed to survive, and win. Jazz nodded and sighed, "First things first, we need to tell the President about you."