RED BLAZE

It was a musical—no, a musical duel between the vampire lady and the Major as they enacted their own piece of madness like it was a dance and a song. It was a music of death that they were playing.

London was already gone, set ablaze with this deep, hot red that burned away every last remaining human that was once inside. The embers filled the air and spun around Anna as she danced among the carnage. Blood was flung in the air as the hem of her dress sliced apart the soldiers that were closing in on her. Every part of her body was either a dark shade of red or a pure black from the fires that wrapped her body.

She was...Hell's definition of beauty.

The Major did not shy away from her declaration of battle either. In fact, he found it to be absolutely breathtaking and a fantastic rival to his own demented melody that he was currently playing on the top of the blimp. His arms moved and flowed through the air like he was conducting the biggest masterpiece of his life. "Well done! Very well done, Miss Anna!" He cheered and clapped his hands at her performance. "It's beautiful! Absolutely beautiful! This is what I've yearned to see! Oh, it's so exquisitely splendid."

Schrodinger walked up behind him with a lazy grin. "Zorin just went tits up. Ironically like a worthless insect." He spoke but the Major only laughed.

"Just as I expected." He said. "Defeat has reared its attractively ugly head. Things are starting to get rather exciting."

"You're a sadistic man. You take every living person in your wake, companion or foe, with you...intent in making them accompany you in your languid charge to the bowels of hell."

The wind howled like a beast as the hot air hitting his face. "This is war. Hell is already here and in the form of a rather lovely vampire." His glasses reflected down upon Anna as she rained death upon his men with demented eyes with a deranged scream that belted out from her lungs. "I deprive an I am deprived in infinitesimal reciprocity. I destroy and I am destroyed in an endless game of give-and-take. Standing tall and unshaken through the golden days of ambition and the tenebrous night of resignation." His eyes caught something blowing above London. "Observe. From every defeat springs forth victory."

Anna hunched over once more the cough up a mountain of blood that spilled out of her mouth. Her body scream and her bones shook with the large burden she was placing her body through. Her nose refused to smell anything anymore but her stomach felt it all, all the blood she was ingesting to gain more and more strength to fight on. A deep laugh began to slowly fall from her mouth though. Her veins felt like they were on fire and her skin shivers from the cold despite London becoming a flame, but...she had never felt so alive in all her years of being a vampire. This freedom to not care about what was around her was absolutely intoxicating. Her freedom was short lived though as this strange sound reached her ears.

Anna lifted her head up and watched as some mysterious figure hovered over London, burning a bright, white light. "What...?" She sucked in a deep breath of ashy air and leaped upon the broken remains of Big Ben to get a better look at this angelic figure that flew over London. "You can't be serious."

It was a cover. Behind those lights were hundred, upon thousands of helicopters carrying Vatican soldiers, ready to have their take of this war, but only to fight for their own madness that totally corrupted them to the core.

"So...Maxwell has finally lost it, huh." Anna sighed deeply. "No...more like he decided to stop playing pretend."

The Major never looked so pleasantly surprised. "Oh. That boy. I never took him for a sleeping lion." He snapped his fingers. "All battalion soldiers, Achtung! Equip anti-ultraviolet radiation accouterments! Regroup!"

The wind blew her hair and dress like mad in the burning breeze. She stood still as all the soldiers run at her, only for them to keep running towards the landings Vatican soldiers.

"Hey...that's a little rude. You were all fighting me." Anna frowned but decided not to butt in right now. She backed away from the fight and figured it would be for the best for them to half kill each other. She knew her fight wasn't over yet.

Suddenly it felt like all the blood in Anna's veins begin to burn and her heart that should have stopped a long time ago began to beat. The overwhelming sense of longing washed over Anna and clouded any kind of sickening feeling in her stomach that came upon her because of the smell of blood and burning flesh. The yearning to be in a cold embrace, a matching red gaze upon her own eyes that will only ever look at her for as long as they walk the earth. Yes, she was aware of the feelings of loneliness...and then she wasn't anymore as all those sorrowful feelings in her tight chest were replaced with a longing to see him once again. To see her lover...for he has returned.

A weak smile crept to her lips and her eyes crinkled. "My beloved...so you have decided to join the final act?"

Once upon a time, a vampire embarked on a voyage to England to attain one woman he so thirstily longed for. The crowded ship in which this vampire sailed skirred over wave after wave, amid the mist, in a heedless jaunt.

An impenetrable fog rolled into London as this loud scraping sound echoed through the empty streets, leaving a pit in everyone's stomach. In the shadow of the fog, a large ship emerged.

Everyone was stone silent and didn't dare utter a single word as this man, this monster, this vampire...more terrifying than anything they have ever gazed upon...finally came home to his beloved. His terrifying figure, the very image of dread stood upon the empty ship with his hands held together in front of his face. Slowly, he pulled them away and grinned madly at the stage that was displayed before him.

Its crew massacred in their entirety along the way. At length, the ship made port in London, awash with corpses and a lone coffin.

Alucard guided his hands out and clenched his pistols in his hand tightly. He slammed his foot into the ground and rushed off the ship and into the scorching air, sailing over the black buildings. He dripped with madness but had this one feeling that was absolute. The yearning in his chest to see her, and the craving through his veins to set the world ablaze.

He landed before the enemy who stood at gunpoint and shook with anticipation as everything was enclosed in silence. Yes, this is where he wanted to be. He wanted to be right in the heart of the war, in the heart of the chaos to finally perform his own version of 'fear'. And oh, how they trembled before this man.

In a hurricane of golden bible pages, Anderson appeared before his old rival, and descending from the sky was the captain of the insane Nazi's. A stoic man whose eyes were unmoving.

At the moment only 527 members were left from the 3rd Reich. And the Vatican, only 2,875. And the organization of Hellsing...only 4 left.

Alucard's red eyes widen and his voice howled out like thunder. "Master! My master! Integra Hellsing! Orders!"

And of course, Integra was ready with no hesitation in her voice. "My servant! Your orders! Dye all the white-clothed warriors in crimson and Dye all the black-clad warriors in Vermilion! Kill them all and do not allow one single soul to escape this island alive!"

Control art restriction to level...zero!

Alucard took a breath. "The bird of Hermes is my name...eating my wings...!"

Alucard's black coffin started to crack red and shift a bit.

That was a far as he got before the enemies screamed out and started to open fire upon Alucard. They pierced him with blades, they shot at him. They did everything they could possibly do to stop this man from speaking anymore, for they could feel it. They all could sense it in the air at that moment and knew..that if he finished those words then...death would rain down upon them and they would be lost.

"To...make me...tame..." Alucard's voice broke through...and that was it.

It came like a title wave of blood and souls as an ocean of death erupted from the focus point. The bodies among the blood screamed and groaned out while reaching their hands out through the thick and hot blood. Crawling, climbing over each other with blood dripping down their bodies and out of their eyes. Hundreds, upon thousands of bloodstained souls blasted through the streets.

Maxwell could feel his own soul shrivel up and die. He felt cold and his body shuddered while gazing upon the dead. "What are you...? What are you, you monster! Dracul! Dracula!"

Alucard. No, the count stood at the foot of his army, dripping with blood and clad in black armor like he was all those years ago.

Anna stood upon the fallen Big Ben and gazed below her at the black mass that was her lover. She smiled fondly upon the sight and turned her back to it. She opened her arms up and took one final breath...before falling off the edge.

Author's Note:

I'll just say this one thing to you all. I love Anna, really, but I wanna hurry up and finish this story so I can get on with other projects and focus on my other stories that already have posted. It's a pain in the butt to hop between four stories all at once while trying to finish writing two sequels for Abel and Beautiful Words! I'm pretty sure that the sequel for Beautiful Words will be posted before the month is over but the sequel for Abel may take a bit longer.