So Millennium is finally showing up. Sorry, but again, it'll just be the end of this fanfic, not the actual story. 37 reviews, I'm glad! You guys haven't been reviewing as much, but then again, I haven't been putting up such great chapters lately. I shall be slowing down a little bit, to improve chapter quality. I'll probably be doing every other day, if I really am busy, but I might be doing it every day as well. Ok then, umm… I think that's it as far as important before-chapter info goes. Oh wait, I just wanted to say, I have nothing against the Captain/werewolf guy, it's just he makes such a threatening image sometimes; I thought this would really work for someone he hated.

Zara's POV:

I had woken up just as the sun was rising, apparently, and I made a small noise of complaint when it hit my eyes. Alucard looked up, and turned so he was facing the sun and I was in his shadow, uttering a small grunt of pain when the sunbeams hit him. "You don't have to do that, in fact, you can let go of me now." I protested. Far from letting go, he tightened his grip so that I was pressed up against him even more than before. "No. I am still demonstrating ownership." I wiggled, trying to squirm out of his grip, although I had no success. "To whom?" He shrugged carelessly. "Anyone who might be watching. We are still in Iscariot's territory."

I sighed and let myself fall back, since struggling wasn't getting me anywhere. "Can I have a book while you're demonstrating?" He reached behind his shoulder, and pulled a random book out of my bag. "Warriors. Seems an odd name for a cat book." He said, looking at the cover. He gave it to me and I cracked him over the head with it. "Hey!" he protested, rubbing his head. I stuck my tongue out as him as I opened the book. "None may insult the great series of Erin Hunter." I turned away from him and started reading. Thankfully, he grabbed a super edition, so it was pretty big.

I didn't even notice when he leaned forward, reading the book with me, I was so absorbed. He shifted position, holding me down with one hand as he scanned the same lines I was reading. What I did notice, however, was a faint tinkling sound. I looked down, and immediately blushed. I wasn't blushing because he was fiddling with my necklace. That was perfectly fine; he had made it and had every right to touch it. Some people need something for their hands to do when their reading something, or watching something, after all, and he might be one of them. The line was drawn, however, when the necklace rested just above my cleavage.

Alucard was running the chain through his fingers, sometimes curling his hand around the pendant and rubbing it with his thumb. I cleared my throat nervously. "Hmm?" he said, jerking his head up from a reading position. I knew I was bright red, but I was more concerned about something else right now. "Move your hand please." I said, blushing brighter. He looked down, and immediately jerked his hand away from my chest. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry." He said, blushing slightly. "I didn't even know I was doing it." I rubbed my necklace compulsively. "Yeah, umm, ok."

He was actually disturbed enough to let me go and sit up. I quickly scrambled off. I stood up, facing towards him. "I'm going to go take a shower." I said, and then speed-walked towards the bathroom. I didn't slam the door, but it was a close thing. I took a deep breath, facing the mirror. So that happened. I pushed my hair back, seriously hoping Dennis was not awake to see any of this.

I stripped my clothes off and jumped in the tiny shower, turning the water to hot. I rubbed shampoo in my hair, thinking things over slowly. Fact Number one, I and Tetsab were designed to kill him for most of my childhood. Fact Number two, he has expressed emotions for me. Fact Number three, Dennis will not like it if he takes this too far. Time for speculation. His slight attraction to me may or may not be caused by something the Major did. If so, it's in my best interest to ignore it. If not, I have no idea how to handle this. I sighed. That was the whole problem. If he was actually interested in me, and it had nothing to do with the Major, I had no idea what to do.

Cats, birds, mice, rats, everyone had the same policy when you were an animal. Get pregnant, raise babies, defend babies. Defend mate if necessary. Affections didn't really enter into it much. Now with humans, who, of course, couldn't do things the simple way if it killed them, relationships were much more complicated. Pack loyalty was about as far as affection went for other mammals. Humans formed cliques and friends and gangs, and flitted from boy/girlfriend like moths. And, being human, I had to use human forms of connection. And I had no clue how to do that.

I stepped out, toweling my hair. I put on my clothes, noticing that all my knives were still on me. I walked out of the bathroom, noticing that Alucard was not on the couch. I was feeling a little jumpy, namely because last time I had gotten out of a shower with no one there I had been kidnapped. I felt someone grab me and almost screamed, but relaxed (slightly) once I saw it was Alucard. He was holding me close to his body, and I felt him grin. "Why so jumpy?" he asked, gently sniffing my hair.

I pulled away best I could. "Last time no one was around and I got out of the shower I was kidnapped." I said, looking at him in confusion as he sniffed my hair again. He noticed the look and smirked. "When most people take showers, they cover their hair in nasty, sticky sweet conditioner and such, but you never do. I can smell you after you take a shower, not some perfume." I rolled my eyes. "I lose my smelling ability considerably when I put scented shampoo and stuff on my head. I take it my smell agrees with you?" I said tartly. His eyes fluttered closed and he breathed in deeply. "Mmm. Lemons."

"I smell like lemons?" I said sarcastically. I flinched when he nuzzled my neck, still with his eyes closed. "Lemons. Herbs. Like tea, or a kitchen garden on a warm day. Your blood tastes like it too." He muttered, sighing happily. I shoved at him and he backed off, at least a little. "Idea established, I smell like tea. Moving on please. You need to sleep anyways." He shook his head. "I do not." I folded my arms, which is pretty tricky when someone's holding on to you. "When was the last time you had a good, long, all-day sleep in your coffin?"

He opened his mouth, and then closed it, frowning in concentration. "A week." He said finally, looking resentful. I pointed at his coffin. "Then get in there this instant. I'll just be in the gaming car, sabotaging the system for my brother." He sighed, looking down at me, no doubt assessing whether or not I could. "Fine. Wake me up when you get back." He let me go and phased into his coffin. I brushed myself off, quickly writing a note to my brother as I went to the specified car.

3rd Person POV:

When Zara got to the car, she stopped and frowned. It was dark, and although that may be natural for most game rooms, this one should have been bright. She sniffed, but Alucard's scent had clung to her and she could smell nothing. She stepped in carefully, reaching to her leg for a hidden dagger. Her caution was justified when the door slammed shut. She quickly backed up, slamming into it with no effect. Her eyes scanned the room, looking for any attackers. Moans filtered through the room, and the overhead lights flickered, showing, briefly, a room full of ghouls.

Zara crouched on the ground, throwing knives at the ghouls, watching them burst into ashes. Groans and moans filled the air as they shuffled towards her, arms reaching. Her eyes flicked towards the walls and ceiling, assessing, processing, planning. No escape, no windows, door locked, hatch overhead, nonexistent. She was trapped. Ghouls reached for her, and she slashed and spun, trying to evade the clutching hands. They dropped, grunting in pain as they slowly dissolved from her blessed silver. A bloody hand grabbed he neck and she gagged, slashing at her attacker.

The ghoul dropped, tearing her necklace off as it fell and crumbled into dust. Other hands grabbed at her arms and legs, slowing her fatally. Eventually they had her more or less pinned, although they couldn't attack her without her escaping. She struggled violently, knowing this was only a temporary impasse. Suddenly, gunshots rang out and the ghouls dropped. She lay there, breathing heavily as she saw a looming figure lean down. Red eyes stared into purple as she slowly smiled. "Hey, welcome back. Here I thought you were killed once and for all." She snarled, spitting on the man's impassive face. The werewolf grabbed her neck, hauling her upright and slamming her against the wall.

Alucard's POV:

I stretched, feeling much better now I had a decent sleep. I pushed my coffin open, looking around to see that night had fallen. I frowned. Zara should have been back by now. Zan was staring at a note, lips working like he was reading something impossible. I stood up and snatched it from him, not even hearing his protests as I read. "I'm going to go to the gaming car to mess with your games, so don't sweat it. However, I'll be back by lunch. Zara." Below that, was a very different message. "We thank you for finding out test subject. However, we shall be taking it in custody now. M."

"Maxwell." Zan snarled, face working as he tried to control his anger. I slammed the note down on the table. "I'm going to see the game car." I said, phasing through the walls. When I got there, however, it was locked. I phased through, seeing ghoul-dust scattered across the floor. Silver knives were scattered here and there, but there was no sign of Zara. I gritted my teeth and forced myself to pick them all up, swearing under my breath and imagining just what I would do to Maxwell at our next meeting. My hand suddenly paused at a shiny gleam.

I put my hand under the chair, grabbing Zara's cat necklace by the chain. I stared at it, wondering. I could find out what she was thinking, in the last few moments before she took it off. I touched it gently, bracing myself for the flood of images. Ghouls, blood, a flash of silver, moans. Where's the out! More blood, and a hand. No! No, I have to focus. I can pick it up after I beat these corpses. The images faded, but I caught a glimpse of someone's face, and almost dropped the necklace in surprise. Werewolf Captain. Not again. The thoughts and images stopped, and I growled.

Millennium, back. I shook my head. How had they survived? Seras had recalled piercing his heart with silver, and there was no way he could have lived through that. I phased back to our car, and silently handed Zan the necklace. "It was Millennium. Not Iscariot." He whimpered and Dennis hissed, finally awake. "They will not find her such easy prey this time. My kit has learned a few tricks since she escaped." Zan wrapped his arms around his knees, rocking back and forth. "But she always said it was a miracle we survived the first time!" he wailed, already lapsing back into hopelessness.

Zara's POV:

I almost blacked out, and felt like Alucard was phasing with me again. All misty and corporal. I almost vomited, but I swallowed hard. I heard a familiar voice saying. "Well, well, velcome back fraulien. It has been many years since our last meeting, hasn't it?" I swayed, stumbling away from the Captain. I put my head in my hands, not caring they saw this small weakness. "Ya, it seems the effects affect everyone." Doc said, looking at the Captain, who nodded silently. I glared at them both. "What, cat got your tongue?" I asked him snippishly. He growled and backhanded me into the wall.

Doc peered down at me through his glasses. "It seems you haven't changed your manners either." I spat a little blood out of my mouth. "I can do better. I am positive that you are the most stupid man I have ever met in my entire life. In the time I've known you, you have demonstrated every loathsome characteristic of the human personality and even discovered a few new ones. You are physically repulsive, intellectually retarded, you're morally reprehensible, vulgar, insensitive, selfish, stupid, you have no taste, a lousy sense of humor and you smell. You're not even interesting enough to make me sick. How's that?"

He gritted his teeth. "You sentence structure has improved I see." I laughed. "Yeah, remember when I could only call you "ugly-desperate-transvestite-whore"? Those were the days." He coughed, obviously trying to control himself. "How did you learn those words anyway?" I waved a casual hand, slowly sitting up. "The soldiers, Zorin, you know. So are you going to torture me now, or are we going to say hi to the Major first?" He glared at me, then gestured at the Captain. "Major." I shook my head. "No, sorry, both answers were invalid. Bye!" I jumped up, evading the Captain's lunge and using Doc's chest as a spring board and tumbling into the vent system. I crawled away rapidly, knowing my old friend the Captain would be after me soon. I heard swearing in German underneath me and smiled.

Alucard's POV:

Integra had been informed of the situation, and was currently pouring out reasons for my death into my ears. I wasn't paying attention, so it caught me by surprise when I found she was starting to say relevant things. "And furthermore, you are not to let her brother out of your sight for the entire rest of the trip back, DO YOU UNDERSTAND!?" I nodded. "Yes master. I will." She continued. "Good. Apparently the Major has sent you a video, which can be accessed via Zara's computer. Watch it, and record it for further evidence." The line clicked off. I put the phone back in my pocket and sat down on the couch, grabbing Zara's computer and powering it up.

A single file popped up and I clicked on it. An image flickered on, and I quickly pushed record. The disgusting Major sat in a chair on what looked like the bridge room of a zeppelin, smiling. "Ah, Alucard, I was vondering if you were going to be the one to see this. As you are no doubt questioning, I am alive. Or rather, I, the Doctor, and the Captain are. Well really, if you're pushing for technicalities, our copies are." He paused, leering at me. "So, you may be asking yourself why I have chosen to reveal myself so soon in the game."

"The reason for this is simplicity itself. The Doctor's copy can create as many clones of us as necessary, until you are overrun, although rather unfortunately, the machines we used burned out trying to re-create Schrödinger. His DNA, which was hard enough to extract, made it impossible for us to clone him. A temporary setback, but one that is already fixed. We made new machines, which cloned new versions of us, and we have each a chip implanted deep within us, that will activate once we die, signaling the need for new clones."

"But still, this is a setback. Schrödinger ist dead, and his method proved less than effective against you. So, on to a new plan. I believe you are familiar with the one I mention? The Pazúry family, of course. Such a marvel." He paused again, taking in a deep breath. "The Hellsings are nothing to them. Thousands upon thousands of years of occult knowledge, branching down to ancient Egypt and beyond. The sheer amount of data, the overwhelming power of the knowledge they have gathered over the years, there is no compare. But, such knowledge comes at a price."

He wagged a finger at the screen, and I gritted my teeth, trying not to show emotion. "A certain spirit was bound into the clan, a savage und untamable one. They tamed it, and it has served them, to this day. But again, the power came at a price. The price was a very small one, just one life every ten years or so. They have no way around this, it is inevitable. A baby is born, und dies soon after. That is the most she takes. The parents grieve, and they get a new child. Life moves on for them, but the child after is something special. They get a portion, a very small portion, a tiny sip really, of the demon's power. A better nose, or eyes, or very occasionally, shape-shifting."

He sighed in longing. "The gene carries itself on, a few generations down the line und stops. But sometimes, they breed vampire hunters of incredible power when genes combine. They family is very large, although vampires have reduced it considerably these past few centuries. In fact, only two members have survived. You know them, I know you do. The girl, Zara, and her brother are incredible. Her brother is normal, of course, but her, now she ist something special. She ist the second child of her parents, and the lucky combination of many different genes. This, alone, would not be enough to even come close to being worthy of our backup, but we had discovered a way to bind the spirit in a single form."

"So, it was done. But she had been bound against her inner nature, by some form of spell we could not break. The experiments started, and her power grew. You have no idea, you see, of the simple raw power she wields. Schrodinger, Anderson, the Captain, even you yourself are all weaklings compared to her. Combined, you could do nothing. Allied, you could do nothing. Her power ist the roaring rage of Nature itself, the power of the earthquake, the hurricane, the tornado, the firestorm. All bound within a weak human shell! Hehe, it gives me goosebumps just to think about it."

I clenched my fists, trying very hard not to snap and do something I would regret. "But of course, there was the pesky human nature to get rid of first. We tried for years, but never quite succeeded. Then, revelation! A certain creature, taking on the form of a cat, was seen lurking about. We captured it, and we eventually found it was the binding mechanism's lock, to put it crudely. The spirit had divided itself, or it had servants, und they watched over the clan's branches, and died as they died. She was the only one left. She controlled the power flooding the girl, making sure it could not be released in full form."

"So, our course of action seemed rather simple. Blood for blood, just as it was no doubt traded centuries before. We were so close, so nearly close, but, foolishly, our originals decided to stop und focus on the main plan. She escaped with her brother. But I was going to have Doc bring her here, und he ist late." He yanked down a microphone. "Doc? Hello, Doc?" The Doctor burst into the room, clutching a wound in his leg as he hobbled in. "Goodness me, did she do that to you?" The major asked, looking interested. The man nodded blankly, trying to focus.

The werewolf burst in, dragging a limp bundle behind him. I felt a pain in my chest when I saw it was Zara. Major brightened immediately. "Ah, Captain, you found her. Where on earth did she go this time?" He pointed silently to the ceiling. "The vents?" He nodded slowly. "Vell, good job finding her. How is the fraulien?" He walked over to her. I saw her move suddenly, whipping a knife out and lashing towards his chest. The werewolf immediately grabbed her left arm, the one not holding the knife, and jerked. She choked, eyes rolling up in her head, following his movement desperately, as if she was afraid he would do further damage to it.

He held her dangling in the air, watching her scrabble at his hand frantically. "Captain, do you still hold a grudge for what she did to your original?" the Major said teasingly. Doc looked her up and down. "Do you need to even ask that, Herr Major? I'm surprised she's still conscious. Cutting her up a little, breaking an arm, that I can understand. But holding her up by that self-same arm is a bit extravagant." The werewolf pointed to the Major. "Yes, she was going to attack me, but grabbing a broken limb and using it as a lever is going a bit far." The major said indulgently.

The werewolf dropped Zara, watching her hold her broken arm to her chest, silent tears of pains leaking from the corner of her eyes. "Great choice of bodyguard Major. He's like a trained ape, only without the training." She said, voice shaking with pain. The Major looked at her, smiling. "You think so?" She tried nodding, and immediately winced. "I know so. It must be great to be you, you're so mercifully free of the ravages of intelligence other people have to suffer through." I couldn't help but laugh, causing them all to look at the screen.

The Major waved a hand at me. "Yes, there he is, the reason for all you're suffering. Say hello, fraulien." She gave me a weak peace sign. "Hey Alucard. Where's my brother?" I looked over my shoulder. "Rocking in a corner and muttering to himself." She hung her head. "Oh. Tell everyone I said hi." I nodded. "I will." The major laughed. "Yes, say hello to all her little friends. I would greatly enjoy them all coming over to rescue her, if they could indeed find her." The screen clicked off. I sat there, trying to think of where on earth Zara could be right now.

I was looking online for insults, and the first one she used on Doc was from The Witches of Eastwick, whatever that is. I thought it was cool. Doc is just really at the receiving end of this, isn't he? Actually, most of the insults are from this website that has a "33 Geeky Insults" tab, or some such blah blah. Google insults for doctors and I think it's the second one down. Some are really funny. To clear things up, in case you were confused, the captain broke her arm before she tried to slice the Major. Don't worry, I have something very gruesome for all of them prepared. It's going to be awesome! Review, Request, etcetera, etc. (remember comment starts with R too) Auf Wedersien!