The heavy atmosphere of the Hellsing Manor truly was home for George. She awoke with Rebecca curled up comfortably beside her; in George's luckily large bed, despite having her perfectly comfortable though smaller one next to it. Rebecca's longer body was wrapped around George's as the girl snored slightly. George sighed and slowly pried herself away from Rebecca. The girl would most likely continue to sleep for several more hours. George needed very little sleep now and never spent more than four hours sleeping. She got out of her bed wearing her favorite little nightshirt; the one with the neon green and purple glittery skulls. George stretched her neck and muscles, relieving herself of the night's tension. It was 4 AM and time to get her morning exercise out of the way. She quickly slid on a pair of bloomers and a loose T-shirt and was downstairs in a blink of shadows.

"Good Morning Little Monster." Alucard greeted his daughter, as she came outside to the back lawn. George waved as she took up her starting position. "Ready and willing I see?"

"Of course Master."

"Today, we will work on your fencing. Your hand to hand is getting better, but now you need to work on body control. You are wild and you waste a lot of energy. You defeated Ink, but your future enemies will be much stronger. And I think you need to be ready. Alucard held out his hands and two thick training swords appeared in them. Remember when you watched your mother and I fence; well it is high time that you really started learning."

George blanched she hadn't been trained in sword play in a while. She preferred her own fists and feet. What did a little stick matter anyway when her claws could rip through her enemy?

"But why, Master? I can fight with my own fists."

"Even I use my guns little monster; a weapon can perfect a skill in a way hand to hand can't. Allow me to show you." He gave the wooden Rapier to George and took his stance. He had taken a lifetime worth of lessons in riding and swordsmanship in his true life and the stance felt natural and perfect. "Now try to hit me with your sword. Do you remember how to hold it?"

George nodded taking the blade. She spread her feet and went into a shaky lunge.

"NO!" Alucard hissed, as he knocked her blade away with his parry. "See if you hadn't been holding that rapier, how would you have known that your grip was wrong. It makes your body aware of how it is supposed to move. Guns perfect your aim and swords your movement. Hand to hand builds flexibility and skill, but it is not the only thing you should know."

George nodded as she worked with her father to perfect her stances and grip. The first thing that George had to relearn was a proper stance. Alucard took his padded practice sword and tapped George on her arms and legs, pushing them into a proper position.

"Good. En Guarde." said Alucard. "Good, now lunge," Alucard ordered the girl.

George complied sending her toy blade arching forward towards him. Alucard turned and brought his sword down on her shoulder in a painful smack.

"Your guard is down. Raise you arms, pull your arms in. You have a blade. You don't need to be that close, the tip of you blade is your reach." George nodded and the drill began again. "Better now block." Alucard lunged and George was tagged. She took her sharp slap across her side, "I gave you a warning. Your enemy would have just struck. You need to react faster."

George nodded and the training continued. George stepped forward and did an advance. Alucard blocked her movement and hit her on the top of her head. George tried a Ballestra Lunge, to throw Alucard off his balance; but her execution was wrong and Alucard tagged her again. She tried to hit him in his left arm, but Alucard blocked her. She tried to hit him in his left arm, but her blocked her and hit her dead in her chest. She swung at his sword, knocking it out of the way and tried to hit him in his head. This time he not only blocked her, he turned on her, and came down upon her back.

"Damn." grumbled George.

"Don't get angry, just get better. The more we do this, the more your body will memorize the moves. Soon you will be reacting without thinking; your body will automatically know what to do."

Soon, the sun began to rise, signaling them that it was time to begin the day along with the rest of human society. George gave her Master a salute and ran for the house to get ready for school. At least she wasn't in the same class as Olivia anymore. George returned to her room loosening the invisible threads that tied her to Rebecca. She was not aware of it yet, but later the same day those threads would be pulled to too tight and lead to a snap.

George tapped Rebecca lightly, waking the dreaming girl only to have the older brunette's arms wrap around her.

"Good Morning Master." hugged Rebecca.

"Must you stay attached to me?"

"It's where I belong, Master. I love you and I just want to be by you."

"Well let go of me, we have to get ready for school."

Rebecca nodded and the pair headed for the bathroom. They both quickly bathed and had faces washed. When they returned to the room, they found that Walter had their uniforms pressed and waiting for them upon the bed. Rebecca wore the Black Knife Pleated Skirt with a White L/S Blouse and a Black Tie with four Red and Yellow stripes because she was a fourth year. George opted to wear the Black Sturdy Fit Trousers, of course, with her White blouse. But her black tie had five stripes, indicating her fifth year status. As they dressed, George thought she should get a few things straight.

"Becky, you aren't in the same class with me." explained George, as she tied on her black ribbon tie. "Your class is upstairs in the transition building with first year middle schoolers. I'm downstairs with the second years. You must behave. Just do your schoolwork and remain silent, do you understand?"

"Yes Master." Rebecca stated, as she was bowed and followed George downstairs.

Walter had a mouthwatering breakfast waiting for them on the table and they both ate their fill. Then Walter cleaned up the kitchen and drove them to school. Now George's first day as Rebecca's Master outside of her house began.

HELLSING

The day was partly cloudy. Every once in a while the sun would show itself, only to hide again. Veronica was at the gate, just entering school when she saw that familiar white Ashton Martin pull up. She got exuberantly excited as she waited for George to exit the car. She was pleased as punch to have her back and ran to hug the girl; but Olivia of course was far less ecstatic. Veronica hugged George for all she was worth when the girl dropped out of the luxury car.

"H…h…ow won…won..wonder…ful Geo." smiled Veronica. "We c…c…can play to…to…geth…ther again."

"Sorry, Veronica; but we're not in the same class anymore. While I was gone, the State School tested me and moved me up."

"Oh boy," scoffed Olivia. "The place was becoming bearable without the torture of you breathing my holy air, you heathen. I was finally at the top of the class where I belong." Olivia sneered before her mind did a retake to what George had said before. "What do you mean they moved you up?!"

"Yeah," smirked George at Olivia. "I got moved to fifth year."

"Fifth Year! What?! No way, you're smarter than me. I'm getting tested too! You'll not best me!"

Then George noticed that Veronica was staring behind her.

"Who…is…she?"

"Oh, come here Rebecca." called George, reaching her hand out to Rebecca's. Rebecca took it, glad to be accepted by her master and her master's friends. "This is Rebecca, my sister. We adopted her."

"Wow, every…thh thh things ch..ch..changed."

"Why did…" began Olivia.

But then the bell rung and the girls needed to get to class. Veronica and Olivia stopped at the Primary building, while George and Rebecca continued on to the Transition/Middle School building. Olivia glared at her in hate from the door as she watched George leave. George dropped Rebecca off at her fourth year class and then downstairs to her fifth year class. George took her seat and the day began.

In the Year four classroom, Rebecca fidgeted uncomfortably, as her teacher wrote their new spelling words upon the board.

"Alright class, take out your pencils and write these words down three times each." instructed the teacher. "Study them hard because there will be a spelling test tomorrow."

"Aww." groaned the class.

Rebecca tried to write the words: Alligator, facts, standing, rattle, and January; but so far away from her Master, every molecule of her being pulled her towards the room downstairs, and her hand faltered every time. She literally ached for George; to be there, to protect her, and serve her.

"Master, must I stay so far away from you?" Rebecca asked, pathetically into George's mind.

She and George were to speak telepathically in public. They had to be very careful when they spoke to one another in public.

"It has only been an hour and a half. Just be calm and do the work the teacher gives you. You will see me at lunch time and recess. So just stay quiet and be patient."

"Yes Master."

"Miss Hellsing, are you having trouble writing?" asked the teacher, concerned when she saw the poorly written words on Rebecca's paper. "Do you need me to help you?"

"No ma'am. I'm…fine." answered Rebecca with a weak smile.

The teacher didn't believe her, but continued with class anyway. Rebecca silently went through fourth grade reading before the tremors started. It was horrible. She felt like her entire being was on fire and breaking down. Then the pain started, it was like she was being stretched on an ancient torture device. The pull to be by her master was so strong that it was making her shake. But, her master had ordered her to be silent. So she couldn't scream. Her eyes just grew teary as she did the next English assignment with ease. She spoke to no one and just stared at the board as the teacher continued. It was almost lunch time when Rebecca's thread finally snapped and she fell to the floor with a crash as her desk toppled over. The clamoring of the girl and the desk hitting the floor brought the teachers attention to her.

"Quiet down, please class, Rebecca…. Miss Hellsing, are you okay?" asked the teacher in a state of panic.

"George…" whispered Rebecca.

Frighten by the weak response that she had gotten from the child; the teacher quickly toted the limp and pale Rebecca to the nurse's office.

"Dear Lord, what is wrong with her?" feared the nurse, as she directed the teacher to put her on one of the free beds. "Who is she?"

"This is Rebecca Hellsing and she is new. She is George Hellsing's older sister, I think."

"Did God curse the Hellsing children? They always seem to be getting sick. Well, call her parents and her sister. They'll know what to do." ordered the nurse, as she began to examine the poor girl.

"GEORGE ANGELINA ABIGAIL ELIZABETH HELLSING REPORT TO THE NURSE'S OFFICE IMMEDIATELY. GEORGE HELLSING, REPORT TO THE NURSE'S OFFICE IMMEDIATELY."

George stood up and started to leave, in utter confusion, until Rebecca's pain hit her like a fully loaded semi. George felt sick. She felt like she was freezing and being burned alive at the same time. Fear that was not her own gripped her as she left the classroom. The thread that had been drawn too tight snapped, and it pulled George down the hall.

'Oh bloody hell, is she sick?' wondered George, as she ran down the hall to the nurse's office.

"You're messing up already Draculina. She was too far away from you and she needed you. It physically hurts her to be separated from you and you ordered her to stay quiet and patient, so she couldn't call out to you. She has to stay in the same classroom with you." told Alucard.

"Master, the school called you too?"

"Yes, now go take care of Rebecca. You know what you have to do."

George blurred down the hallways with the full extent of her undead speed. She was sure if anyone had been in the halls they would not have seen her streak by; her limbs moving far faster than human eyes could ever follow. In a matter of seconds, George was in the nurse's office. She entered the room and was immediately greeted by Rebecca's soul crushing pain.

"George, I'm very glad you're here." said the nurse, as she escorted her to Rebecca's bedside.

"I'm at a lost. There is nothing physically wrong with her. And yet she insists that she's on fire. She has all the symptoms of a fever and nausea, glassy eyes, heavy sweating, and she even claims physical pain and yet there is no temperature as a matter of fact she is a little too cool."

Rebecca brightened visibly almost as soon as George was within her sight. She sat up and reached out for George.

"Becky, did you not take your medicine this morning?" asked George, feigning an answer for her strange illness. "Answer me?"

"Mas.." Becky began before George ordered her to be quiet again. "What's wrong with you?" asked George, as she rubbed the slightly older girl's head.

"I hunger for you master." Rebecca responded, pulling the proper words from the mind of her master in perfect Romanian. The girl's eyes widened as withdrawal deepened causing another wave of pain to wash over them both.

"What? Right now?"

"Master, please."

"Alright fine." relented George. "Nurse, I'm sorry my sister didn't take her medicine this morning. May I give it to her now?"

"No, I'm not allowed to let you administer medication. Give it to me and I'll give her the medicine." The nurse responded, holding out her hand to George and fully expecting to receive the medicine.

"I WILL GIVE MY SISTER HER MEDICINE." George stated, allowing a dark glow to enter her crimson eyes.

Suddenly, the nurse nodded and turned to do other business as George led a wobbly Rebecca to the bathroom down the hall.

"Now I know why girls go to the bathroom in packs."

George carefully placed a bubble of energy around the door essentially erasing it from view. It was way better than just locking the bathroom door. She materialized a chair in the middle of the bathroom floor and took a seat. Rebecca sat in her lap and George sank her little fangs into Rebecca again. Immediately, Rebecca moaned with delight as the euphoric high of being bitten hit her. She went limp against her master and surrendered herself to her. George wasn't hungry, so she didn't want to take anymore of Rebecca's blood than was necessary; but when George went to removed her fangs from her. Rebecca reached up and pulled George back to her.

"More, master, please." sighed Rebecca with a seductive sigh.

George felt sorry for causing Rebecca's pain and almost killing her…again, so she complied with her wishes. She sank her fangs in deeper and sucked her blood just a little harder. Rebecca cried out in ecstasy and surrendered to George again. They were in there for five minutes, when suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Are you girls alright in there?" called out Alucard, and George could literally hear the wide grin in his voice.

"Yes." said George, as she removed her fangs from Rebecca and wiped her lips. "Rebecca is all better now."

"Yes, I'm all better now. Thank you, master." crooned Rebecca, as she lay happily against her master.

"Please stop that, or people will think us lovers." groaned George.

"And what do you know about lovers George?" asked Alucard, a snicker in his voice, as he leaned upon the bathroom door.

He could see them in his mind's eye. Rebecca was sitting in George's lap like a lover and with her wearing the school's dress and George wearing the school's trousers, that's exactly what they looked like. Alucard raised an eyebrow in passing as he thought about it. There was another more comfortable position that they could have chosen; but then they really would have looked like lovers.

"Well… to be honest I just heard it in a movie."

"I'll have to educate you properly on the subject soon then, won't I? Or maybe I should have Integra do it; that I would love to see." mused Alucard, but then he got serious. "You should get back to class. I have put you in Rebecca's fourth year class. It will still challenge you, but it won't hurt her. She'll be able to see you and therefore she'll be fine. Her teacher will be expecting the both of you."

George nodded and the pair returned to Rebecca's classroom. They sat side by side in the fourth row of the class. George smiled in irony at the turn of events that her schooling had taken in the past month. She started out in first grade, but moved up to fifth grade and now she was in fourth. She looked over at Rebecca to check on her and found her smiling brightly. By the looks of it, she was going to be in fourth grade from now on. Suddenly, George felt eyes on her and she looked forward. Two girls from the third row were staring at her.

"What are you doing here, midget?" whispered one.

"I tested for Fourth Year." said George.

"Well, aren't you the little genius." teased the other.

'Oh lord, here we go again." groaned George, as she rolled her eyes. "What was it with Rich kids that made them such jealous tramps?"

"Leave her alone." growled Rebecca, her eyes narrowing in anger.

"And why should we?" sneered the black haired one.

"Who are you to tell us what to do?' mocked the brown haired one, sticking her tongue out at Rebecca.

"I'm her sister and that's the only thing you need to know…." began Rebecca, her voice getting a little louder with each word.

George placed a hand on her shoulder and stopped her. She gave her a wink and then balled a spitball. She flicked it with inhuman speed at the teacher and the woman flinched and yelped in pain as it hit her.

"Who did that?!" she demanded.

George and Rebecca said nothing; they both just sat pointing to the girls in front of them.

"Right! We'll see what the principle has to say about this." she told them angrily, as she hoisted both girls out of their seats and down to the Headmistress' Office.

"But we didn't do it!"

"Yeah, those two freaks did it!"

"We're innocent!" they protested, as they were dragged away.

However, the peace was not to last. After an uneventful lunch, recess began. Now, it was dark and cloudy and threatened to rain. But that didn't stop Olivia. While out on the playground, Olivia went searching for George and took up her favorite pastime of picking on her.

"Well, I see that the cur has finally found her way home. Maybe next time, we'll seal you in a garbage bag before we drop you into the river." taunted Olivia smugly.

"Not today Olivia, I've got enough to deal with today." growled George leading Rebecca away with her and Veronica.

"Then tell me, you little undead heathen, how in the hell did you skip so many grades?" demanded Olivia.

"It was easy. My Uncle Walter's homework is ten times harder than school and I could beat you with my eyes closed…mentally and physically." told George. "Maybe if you spent more time studying and less time being such a vainglorious little attention seeker, you'd be advanced too."

"Why you little…"

Olivia was going to strike George, but before she could and before George could ball up a fist, Olivia was hoisted off her feet and into the air by her neck. Veronica and George just stared at Rebecca as she easily held Olivia one foot off the ground her hands cupping tightly around the smaller girl's neck.

"Is she bothering you master? Shall I kill her for you?"

Olivia started gasping for air as Rebecca began crushing her neck in her hands.

"No! And what did my father tell us about calling me that during school hours." scolded George. "Now put her down. I can fight my own fights."

"Yes, mas…sir."

"Did she just call you master?" asked Veronica, as Rebecca dropped Olivia roughly.

Olivia scrambled back couching madly as she tried to suck in much needed oxygen.

"Yeah, it's ….. it's my house, and I'm the big sister even though she older than me." lied George. "I was there first; but Sir thought I needed someone to keep me out of trouble." smiled George, trying to hide her deep concern.

Olivia just sat there staring at Rebecca who glared down at her.

"If you pick on my sister again, I will slay you in whichever way pleases her most." warned Rebecca, playing along with George's lie.

Olivia just looked from Rebecca to George to Rebecca. She was about to say something, when the Primary teacher called all the students back into school for their afternoon classes.

All the students filed back into class. George and Rebecca stayed behind.

"Rebecca..." chastised George. "Remember where we are. You are not to act unless I give you leave. Right?"

"Yes, master." bowed Rebecca.

"See that's what I'm talking about. You can't bow to me like that at school. And stop calling me master. If you must, call me Sir or Sister during school hours. Understand? Olivia's enough of a problem by herself, I don't want her telling her mother about us and Father Anderson finding out."

"I'm sorry mas…Sir." cowered Rebecca. "I will try to be more careful."

"See that you do, or I'll have to punish you. Now come on."

George led Rebecca back to class when the Middle school bell rang, and as they walked she wondered. Her mother knew her weakness and punished her with dark tiny places; but what was Rebecca afraid of. And if she had to punish her what could she do. The rest of the day went without incident. George only fell asleep in class once and Rebecca had no more withdrawal episodes.

As the final bell rang, the pair of Hellsing Girls filed out only to see Alucard standing there in his human form next to the Aston Martin, which he was currently making black. He had come to pick up George and Rebecca up from school because he was eager to see how his young Draculina had handled her first day of being a master after he left.

"So did anything else happen once you went back to class little Dracula?"

"Not really. I had to deal with Olivia, but she is still alive though it pains me to say so, she has to stay that way." George said, chosing her words very carefully. "So the farther Becky is away from me the worse she feels until I bite her?"

"Yes, that is the basic of it. As you age though, she should get strong enough to deal with withdrawal and won't need your attention so much; just as you will deal with your hunger."

HELLSINGHELLSINGHELLSING

It poured down rain as Olivia fumed on the ride back to the Iscariot Orphanage. She sat in the backseat next to her brother and the boy could see the smoke flowing from her nostrils as she sat there steaming.

"I take it the score is once again George one and you zero, huh Olivia?" he teased her.

"How can you take the side of that…that…that little … little monster? She is going to hell Michael. You know what we are taught in the church. Monsters don't have souls."

"George isn't a monster." The boy retaliated defending his friend, as he rested his head on his knuckles and leaned his elbow against the car door. "You just aren't happy because she is better than you...at almost everything."

"SHE IS NOT!" Olivia hissed, turning from her traitorous brother. "You need to go to confession Michael and seek forgiveness of your sins."

"Oh forgive me Sister, for I have sinned. I have broken the commandment that thou shalt not like good people."

"SHE IS NOT A GOOD PERSON! SHE IS EVIL! A PROTESTANT HERETIC! How is she a good person?"

Michael finally shook his head and refused to keep fueling his sister's most likely jealous rage. The ride to the center continued on in silence; Michael watching the scenery and Olivia steaming in a corner defeated. The captivating cream colored brick of the Queen Anne styled building loomed in front of them as the car brought them up the driveway. They would have to go through their training before dinner. The doors of the car were opened and they were ushered through the gates of the center. They were herded quickly and the gates closed behind them, sealing them in with their heavy black iron bars.

"I have swordsmanship practice with Father Anderson today. What do you have Liv?" asked Michael.

"Scripture, I'm learning how to read and write holy seals. So I think I'm with one of the mothers." responded Olivia, now cheering up a bit.

"Later then and stop hating George already; I like her, she is nice."

"I am going to purify you Michael with a holy seal because I think you've been possessed by that harpy."

Olivia left her brother and sped towards the library with another group of girls chosen for the faith to serve the Iscariot. Michael, on the other hand, went straight through the hallway to the armory to wait for Father Anderson. However, the father never arrived instead one of the older Iscariots Father Tuddle was his tutor.

"Father Tuddle Where is Father Anderson?"

"The old Irish prat is off doing God's business. It seems like he was needed elsewhere; but today I will be helping you with your footwork."

HELLSINGHELLSINGHELLSING

A pair of heavy cleaves scraped the floor generating a shrill screeching sound and lighting tiny sparks. A deep whistle echoed around the screech as Anderson ambled through the hallways of what could have been the greatest find in the history of the Vatican and Hellsing combined. The paladin grinned with insane glee as he looked back at the pile of damned souls he had left in his wake. Their ashes stained the walls and the floor. His stained cleaves continued to scrape the ground draying little lines in their dust. Turning a corner he was met by a feral hiss. He lifted his blades crossing them copying the cross of his savior.

"Foul demons ye will not live. Beg god for your salvation and die. AMEN!" he snarled, before turning to see his opponent.

He blanched as his eyes focused on an ashen white little boy standing there glaring at him. The ragged blood soaked rag he was wearing as a shirt bore several bullet holes of the men who had been before him. His jeans were rages and torn marred by his food. His long tongue hung out of his drooling mouth like a hungry dog. His eyes were a dull needy red empty like a rabid mutt. He was not human.

"In tha' name of God what Travesty has been done here?" Anderson backed away as the child continued to lope towards him. "The bastards! They have been infecting children with this damned sickness." The boy could be no more than seven maybe eight at the absolute most. The infected child blurred his claws seeking Anderson's throat. "No boy, I can nah let you do that."

Anderson deflected him with his silver coated blades. The boy leapt back as the silver seared his flesh; but he just continued his tirade for Anderson's blood, ignoring the burns across his thin arms. Anderson said a silent prayer for this warped innocent and then he granted the boy a quick and painless death, slicing his claves across the child's neck and removing his head.

"Father in heaven, please redeem this tortured soul." He prayed, as he watched the poor child burn turning into ash.

Anderson continued his hunt throughout the factory dispatching many more ghouls and sadly more FREAK children as well. He made it through the dark and dismal place, and finally made it to a large circular laboratory. He stood in awful awe of the enormous clear tubes lined the wall. The gelatinous red liquid inside of them was most likely the makings of the freak chips. Books and bloody surgical equipment littered the floor and Anderson could almost feel the tortured souls of the children screaming and crying out in this room. He swiftly flung his light coat back and the room was immediately surrounded by luminescent pages of special holy scriptures. They glowed dully sealing the room from any beast trying to enter or exit it.

Anderson then took note of the conveyor belts and mechanical equipment still running the room. As destroyed as this room was, it just seemed to be waiting for its masters to return with more subjects. This had most definitely been a freak chip manufacturing hub. He rifled through the remains of the computers; but cursed them as they had been damaged beyond all repair. He returned to the books and papers flooding the room and what he saw disgusted him. They were experimenting on children. Apparently, their youth made them stronger, faster, and more powerful. They had been trying to perfect the freak technology, to make them more long lasting and more resistant to the sunlight and silver. However, what truly impressed Anderson was the freak removal system.

"So there is a way to remove the FREAK chips without killing the host."

The freak chip used was special nano-type to activate the seventy percent of the brain humans do not use. When active, they accelerated the host abilities by amplifying the amount of brain power sent to the muscles. However, the human body was not designed for this much power and it needs extra blood to maintain itself. This was a miracle. They could finally save these people; but they did not have long.

"So tha' is why they drink blood their own can nah hold enough oxygen to supply their super rapid cell regeneration."

Sunlight warmed the blood as well as the body making the nano-types explode ripping the host apart. And according to the papers that he was rapidly gathering, silver had a violent reaction with whatever specific compounds used to make the FREAK chips making the nano-types malfunction and break the host body down.

Anderson's huge hands scrambled, gathering the notes littering the place. If they were correct, then that red gel was the answer to their prayers. If the gel was applied to the chip before surgery, then it cut off all signals to the brain thus allowing the chip to be safely removed. The gel acted like a bypass switch. This was a miracle they could finally save these people, but they did not have long. If they were correct, they had to put the special gel that would de-activate the chip together at just the right time. Then they could destroy all of those damned monsters once and for all. With this new weapon, they could be redeemed, they could be cured.

He finally grabbed the last scrap of paper before turning to the bent and battered file cabinet in the corner. Anderson recognized the dark rust stains on the contraption and he once again prayed for the children that had been corrupted in this place. The cabinet held its lettering in raised gold. Whatever was in it was very important to its former owner. Anderson ripped the bent drawers open and began reading the files.

"F.R.E.A.K.? FULLY. REANIMATED. ENHANCED. ANATOMIC. KILLER." he read in a concerned and hushed whisper.

Three files where lined up untouched by the carnage surrounding them, each one bearing the name of a city and an orphanage. One name and one orphanage stuck out to him and filled him full of dread.

CHEDDAR April 12 xxxx

Experiment 127: Twenty children of test batch number 8, failed. Lot intercepted before activation, only three were implanted. Subject number 626: one girl, approximately eight months old. Hair: blonde Eyes: blue - First to be test with the new perfected F.R.E.A.K. implant.

"It can't be. It can nah be."

Anderson grabbed the file, stashing it in the large pocket of his coat. They had to find these children before they were activated like these had been. They had to cure them and he had an idea exactly who the little girl was who had received the first perfected F.R.E.A.K chip. This had to be brought before the Vatican council. This was far bigger than him. The council would need to be informed of this. Anderson pulled his heavy cleaves up crossing them on his back.

HELLSINGHELLSINGHELLSING

"You've gotten much much better young Michael." praised Father Tuddle, as he blocked and retreated from Michael's attack. "You're not defending as much and you're actually putting some effort into killing your opponent."

"Thank you father." said Michael, as again he pressed his advantage, forcing Father Tuddle to duck or lose his head. "A friend of mine once told me that if you don't fight to protect what is yours then people will always take it from you."

"She seems like a smart girl. Is she one of the girls here?" smiled Father Tuddle.

"No."

"Then how did you meet her?"

"At one of the queen's garden parties. She stole my cross and wouldn't give it back."

Father Tuddle stopped defending against Michael's attacks and listened to his story. Michael stopped attacking him and dropped his swords to his side.

"She told me that if I didn't learn to fight then I would lose all that I love and that it would my own damned fault."

"Is that when she gave you your cross back?"

"No, I had to fight her to get it back."

"She sounds like Iscariot material."

"Oh, you'd like her. She is powerful." said Michael, in fond remembrance of George.

"Why not bring your little friend here? We could test and see if she is worthy enough to join our ranks."

Michael smiled mischievously.

"I can't. She's the daughter of Sir Integra Hellsing and destined to replace her as head of their Organization."

Father Tuddle gapped at Michael and then he scolded him.

"She's a Protestant Heretic! Michael Claymore go to confession and pray that God forgives you your indiscretions."

"Ha ha ha, now you sound like my sister."

"Go!"

As Michael opened the door, another Father entered the room.

"Father Tuddle you must come right away. There is an emergency. Father Anderson has returned and he has important news."

"Yes, of course. I'll be right there. Michael, wash up, go to dinner, and do your homework."

"Yes, father." complied Michael, as he wondered what was going on.

HELLSING

Olivia smiled proudly as she stood in front of her group of high Soprano of the children's choir.

"Embrace me my savior and make my heart whole

Restore my mind and protect my soul.

Enter herein and then fill me with your love

Oh mighty ruler of earth and above."

"Wonderful Olivia, perfect as usual." The choir director stated, as he applauded the wonderful young girl.

The rest of the group chimed in on his command and began the chorus of the famous hymn. However, soon the phone rang in the chapel and the minister left. When he returned, he had the look of urgency etched into his face.

"I'm sorry children; choir practice has to be cut short today. There is an emergency. I must go." he collected his music sheets as the children's choir left the chapel.

Olivia's interest was immediately piqued and as the other children filed out to do something more fun, she followed the minister. Olivia prided herself on being the most devout of the children in the care of the church and she was sure this knowledge was very important to those of pure faith. The meeting room was huge. She had seen it once, if only in passing. The room was like the House of Lords. Rows upon rows of seats lined the walls for the Senior Priests to come and discuss important matters of Vatican affairs. And although the Main doors were of huge and sturdy English Cherry Oak, the side rooms for the signing of orders was less well constructed. It was in one of these side rooms that Olivia hid. She carefully peered through the crack in the side of the door and saw the head of the council. He was directly under the pope. She sat silently and listened intently as he spoke.

"Gentleman of the Vatican council, one of the special enforcers of Vatican section XVI Iscariot has some frightening news for us. Come Father Anderson."

"Esteemed members ah' tha' council, I have found a cure for freak vampires; but there is a problem. Tha' time to make it is short. Everything has to be done at the exact right time." explained Anderson pointing to the multiple folders on the table. "Inside of these folders are notes from a FREAK manufacturing lab. They were experimenting on children. They were using their youthful resilience to perfect the freak chips and make them impervious to silver and sunlight. I also believe one of the victims is George Hellsing, Sir Integra's heir. This is God's gift to us, a chance to save his sickened children. Fathers we must act and we must now. We must develop, improve, and perfect the removal technique."

Olivia sat back in shock; not only was George a heathen and a heretic, but she was a FREAK. An experimental reject to be hunted and destroyed…sorry "cured". Olivia knew of FREAKS from her lessons through the church. Oh, George would never live this down. Olivia slunk away from the door with a victorious grin on her face. She would finally expose that monster. George Hellsing would finally be put down by Anderson and the Iscariots. She would be forced to bow before God in repentance for her heresy and she would be there to see it. As Olivia skipped down the halls, the meeting continued.

"Father Anderson is this true?" asked Father Gallo, as he read the report. "It says that the chips were set to activate automatically."

"Yes, the chips were set in stasis so that tha' children could age enough to be dangerous. If they were still babes, then tha' would nah have been much of a threat."

"Does it say when they go active?" asked Father Crispin.

"No' but let us hope it is not sooner than we can develop tha' cure. I fully intend tuh' test this holy nail on George Hellsing. She is a prime choice. She is already very dangerous." told Father Anderson, his heavy accent deepening, as he explained his plan to the council. "Do I have your permission as men of God to exact God's will?"

"AMEN" The council chorused and Anderson's orders where handed down.

The preparations began. It would be a long process, but God was not going to allow them to lose.