The vampires and dhampir had to be shipped in containers in the cargo hold of a plane. Integra was amused when Dante said he would go with Agent Bloodrayne. Mainly because of Seras's reactions toward it. Muttered words like Tart could be heard. Integra and Walter could've sworn she was almost growling when during another meeting, Agent Bloodrayne say on a chair stroking the demon child's bare shoulders as he sat on the floor between her knees and resting his arms up on her thighs. Their body language was pretty transparent as to the change of events in the group's dynamic. Seras was whining to her Master that she liked him. Alucard threatened to leave her here in London if she didn't shut up.

Walter had their weapons concealed and packed up in other luggage. They used diplomatic seals and stamps so that they could not be scanned or searched in anyway. Seras pouted as she watched Dante climb into one container with Bloodrayne. Integra rolled her eyes and Walter poked her down into a container of her own. Alucard silently followed suite. He stopped by Integra and kissed her hand as a gentleman would do. She let her hair cover her cheeks knowing full well she was blushing. Damn him, she thought. He got to her everytime.

"Until we're in Rome, My Master." He whispered to her.

Whenever he spoke like that it sent shivers up and down Integra's spine. She cleared her throat and held her head high and waved him off. Walter watched Integra board the plans and then looked back at Alucard's container. Sometimes he wshed they'd just get it over and done with. He knew full well that Alucard's advances were not just old world charm or the fact that by all technicality he was Hellsing's property. Alucard was powerful enough that he was no one's prisoner or property. He could've escaped anytime.

But no. Walter knew the old world god better than that. Vampires weren't supposedly to possess a soul, but he was pretty sure if Alucard had one then he would've gave it to the steely eyed mistress long ago. Integra didn't know it, or maybe she did but just tried to ignore it, but she had a most powerful weapon. A vampire's love and loyalty. And that made both Integra and Alucard very dangerous. At a single word he would do whatever she commanded of him. Total and utter fealty. If someone was to even look at Integra the wrong way or threaten her safety at all, Alucard was never more than inches from her and would rip open any would be threat.

Walter wondered how long it would be until Integra succumbed to Alucards advances. He felt it wouldn't be long. She couldn't resist the one man she truly loved and trusted besides Walter and since her father. Even if he was the impossible No Life King. Walter watched her stare out the small porthole shaped window. She sighed as it took off towards Rome.

Upon landing in Rome, Alucard waited until everything, including the containers with themselves in them, had been delivered to a newly rented residence on the British Embassey grounds. The one place the Vatican had no power. Walter had them transported down into the basement where they could be opened safely. Alucard was released first and he attended to Seras. He chuckled a little seeing her go bright red and seething when seeing Dante climbing out of the other and helping Bloodrayne to her feet. He slipped an arm about her hips and Seras stormed off. Dante frowned, a little confused, but Alucard noticed Bloodrayne smirked a little knowingly.

"Wicked Girl," Alucard said as he passed the lustful couple.

"Damn straight Old One."

[Inside the Vatican Catacombs]

Far beneath the streets of Rome, the entrance being inside the Vatican walls, lie the Vatican City Catacombs. Miles of tunnels and secret chambers where a lot could go on, unseen. A hooded priest made his way through the dimly lit corridors. He could hear the rattling of the cars and trains above become softer and softer the deeper down he went. He greeted two other passing brothers as he went. He unlocked a door to a lab with a key card and entered. There were machines of all type as he wandered about checking stats and readings on the subject. Cardinal Brendan and Enrico Maxwell, head of the Iscariot Division, entered the lab.

"Father, how goes the subject?" Cardinal Brendan queried, stroking his graying beard.

Enrico glared with cold eyes at the chamber in the next room through a plexi glass window. The environment in the next room was completely sterile. Only a select few in enviro-suits were allowed in there near the subject. Enrico studied the pale skinned form of a man with white hair that stuck up in a spiky mess. A chiseled jaw and nose carved this man's profile. Scars adorned the man's form, including one diagonal across his handsome face. Well it wasn't a man as such, definitely male, but not a man. Not to Enrico. It was an abomination, an means to an end. They needed an upper hand on the forces Hellsing reportedly had now. And with the defection and disappearance of Anderson, they needed a new bloodthirsty warrior.

Who better than the boy's own brother?

"When will he bit fit for release?" the Cardinal asked.

"Oh in about a week, once all the major organs and brain functions have been healed a hundred

percent."

"Good good. Just in time for our new friends."

"Have Hellsing arrived in Rome?"

"Indeed they have, and positioned inside the British Embassy clever dears."

Enrico snorted at the Cardinal's words. Hellsing. He rued the day he ever came in contact with those protestant heretics and their pets. The demon half child and the dhampir had joined them just to rub it in.

"You know, I never asked what his name his. I know his brother's but not his" the cardinal mused looking over the still form.

"His name, My lord, is Vergil."

The machines went off the hook. Noises, beeping, monitoring machines all went haywire. Enrico tapped on the Cardinal's shoulder and he turned to face the other room. Vergil was sitting up and staring ahead briefly. Vergil's gaze slowly turned to the direction of the plexi glass.

Dante sat up from his entangled lover. Bloodrayne noticed the tension rise in Dante's senses, in his blood. She watched him. It was like he was sensing something. Dante balled up his fists.

"Baby what is it?"

Dante was growing angry and it showed on his handsome face. The one thing he did not expect or think to see alive ever again. He thought he had destroyed his brother.

"Vergil." he murmured.