Disclaimer: All characters, names, etc. of Hellsing are the intellectual property of its respective owners. I do not own Hellsing or anything within it.

This story is set in the first Hellsing OVA series: The one that includes Incognito. In this story werewolves have three forms: Humans, Werewolf (generally about 6 to 9 inches taller than their human form), and large wolf.

Also all conversations spoke in the werewolves' language will be in Bold lettering and thoughts will be in Italics.

Have fun with this:

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Early in the morning, Trevor and Pallas walked around the west end of Canary Wharf, the center of the Docklands' skyscrapers. They were no longer dressed in expressive clothing, but they were in something more rugged. They both wore gray canvas shirts and trousers they both carried packs on their backs. Trevor carried two small suitcases: one for him and the one of Pallas'. Pallas still limped due to an earlier wound.

The walking didn't bother them. In earlier missions, they've walked hundreds of kilometers through hostile territory, so this little trip was just a short stroll. They were heading to the Hellsing compound with plans to infiltrate it.

Pallas asked, "So what do we say to these damn werewolf loving people? Damn it! I don't want to be working with some stinking werewolves. And they have a bloodsucker in their employ. Damn it to hell."

Trevor said, "We've face worst dangers than this. Our task is to see if the Hellsings are actually working for the enemy or not."

Pallas groused, "I don't know what to think of them. Maybe the Hellsings are part of a damn civil war within the enemy forces."

Trevor said, "Maybe you're right. In fact, I like to think that you are right. Having to join up with a group who has a pet vampire is not my idea of fun. But Major Ma has selected us for this mission and I've always respected his decisions."

Pallas thought for a bit and then said out loud, "We going have to tell the Hellsings why we left his caravan so abruptly. We've got to make up some reason."

Trevor suggested, "How about if we had to see you sick aunt?"

Pallas frown. "No, that will not do. I have no aunt in this land. What if Mr. Hellsing wants to see my aunt? What then?"

Trevor asked hopefully, "Maybe she had died? We'll tell him that line and then ask him to hire us? Also we can pretend that we're either traveling mercenaries or some vengeful villagers trained by a retired soldier."

Pallas griped, "This is one of the stupidest ideas you have ever come up with. I love it. Let's do it."

Trevor and Pallas continued talking to flesh out their story as they walked south.

Coming up the road from the south was a convoy of vehicle.

Pallas stared at the approaching jeep and lorries. She asked, "Does HSA stand for Hellsing Security Agency?"

Trevor replied, "I believe so. Good eyes, Pallas."

In the leading vehicle, the jeep, there was Richard Hellsing and three soldiers. Pallas waved and the jeep pulled up next to Trevor and Pallas. The lorries came to a stop and were lined up behind the jeep.

From the passenger seat, Richard said, "I remember you two. You're Terry and Paula, right?"

Trevor corrected him, "It's Trevor and Pallas, Mr. Hellsing."

Richard said, "Oh. Well, I'm sorry that you two vanished when we had crossed into the Docklands. There was something I wanted to talk to you two about."

Trevor said, "Sorry about that. Pallas had an aunt who was ill-"

Pallas broke in, "My dear Aunt Sophrnia passed away." She used her right hand to wipe her eyes.

Richard said, "I'm very sorry to hear that. I was going to offer you two a job, but you're probably busy with the funeral preparations."

Pallas said, "No! Wait!"

Trevor spoke up, "Sophronia's death had been expected for years. Her funeral was held while Pallas and I were held captive in the underground. We've already paid our respects to Aunt Sophronia's family. You said something about a job?"

Richard looked concerned. He said, "If you two need time for mourning, we can talk about a job offer in a week or two."

Pallas said quickly, "My aunt wasn't conscious for the last year. Most of our relatives have been mourning her for the last eight months. Can we have the job?"

Pallas immediately put on a big hopeful smile.

Richard said, "Well, if you're sure, then ok. Get in the back of the first lorry."

Trevor said, "Thank you, Mr. Hellsing. We need the money."

Pallas bowed slightly while she said, "Yes. Thank you, sir."

Trevor and Pallas walked back toward the first lorry. After they got out of Richard's hearing and next to the lorry, Pallas whispered, "We got the job. Yes!"

Trevor whispered back, "True, but now we got to work with those stupid werewolves of Hellsing."

Pallas agreed by quietly saying back, "Yes. They're a brainless bunch that are only ruled by instinct."

They came to the back of the lorry and Trevor tossed their luggage into the trailer. They climbed in and saw two werewolves already in the lorry's trailer.

One was the unconscious Harry in a stretcher, while the seated big red female one glared at them. They recognize her as the one called Christine.

Christine changed to her human form. She slurred out the words, "Uz stoopid doggies have da good brains."

Christine immediately continued talking without slurring, "And our species also have an excellent sense of hearing, too. Bigots!"

Christine immediately turned back to her werewolf form and looked away. She growled out the werewolf equivalent of "Humph!"

Trevor sighed and said, "This is a bad start."

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The Hellsing vehicles crossed out of Docklands through the guarded checkpoint. The jeep and three lorries headed up a road to the northwest, while the fourth lorry with the Tribe of Five Roses' warriors headed to the east toward their territory.

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Seras drove her new jeep northward around the west end of Canary Wharf. She wondered briefly whether or not her needed a new drivers license, but then she just shrugged and grin. She got a jeep now. Her own vehicle… Well, it's her until she arrives at the Hellsing main base.

She thought about chasing after the Hellsing convoy along the same path that they came here on, or to take a different route to try to catch up faster. She had the knowledge of the main roads of the city from sixty years ago, and had some curiosity about the changes that had occurred to landscape since she was last here.

From within her mind, the werewolf Millie said, "Stay away from the Tower of London. Some lord rules there and he doesn't let visitors in. The old fart doesn't even allow blood parties."

Seras asked, "Blood parties?"

"As a vampire, you should have a good guess what that means, Seras girl."

Alucard voice chimed in, "Seras, make sure that you don't get too close to the tower. Only get close enough to sense the impressions in its air."

Seras asked, ""Can't you do that?"

Alucard softly chuckled. "I'm still sealed away from the world of the humans. I can sense some of what Integra pictures in her mind, but her thoughts, the thoughts of my master, are so cloudy. I can perceive more through you senses, Police Girl."

"MASTER!"

"What is the problem? Are you shy? How human of you. Do you want to kick me out? Will you tell me to 'Piss Off' again?"

"… No, Master."

"Then let me watch and be entertained."

Seras turned her attention back to the highway ahead of her. She decided to take the direct route out of the Docklands instead of the one that Richard took with its friendly guards.

The guarded barricade was just beyond a two story tall traffic circle with two roadbed levels. The barricade consisted of a four-foot tall wall with barbwire capping the top of it. The wall was blocked the highway except for one lane that went through a metal gate.

Four guards stood next to the gate. One of them wave at Seras to stop, so Seras parked her jeep next to them. She stepped out of the vehicle.

Seras was still wearing her dark sunglasses and trench coat with the Hellsing patches. She said, "Hello, guys."

The closest guard, a sergeant, said, "Hello, miss. You'll have to turn back. There is no way we're going to allow a single lady to go out there alone."

Seras said, "But, Serge, I'll be alright. I'm tougher than I look."

The man said, "Unless you're one of the Hellsing's lousy werewolves, you can't go."

Seras said, "Do you have a cell phone? If so then please call the mayor."

The sergeant shook his head, but he pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

The other three guards were pretty relaxed in their stances with rifles slung over their shoulders. One was eyeing Seras and looked her up and down.

The sergeant said into the phone, "Hello, Mayor. Sergeant Elderberry here. I'm with the Westgate guard… Well, sir. There's a lady here wants to speak with you… No, she's from Hellsing and she wants to leave the Docklands alone… I see… She wants to talk with you, sir… Right, sir."

The sergeant handed the phone to Seras. Seras said cheerfully into it, "Hello, Mr. Mayor. You remember me, don't you? … No, it wasn't from your visit to Hellsing place. I met you at the hospital yesterday."

The guards heard the buzz of squawking coming from the phone.

Seras talked into the phone, "No, No, Mayor. You got it all wrong. I didn't kill the soldier. It was the paladins."

The guards suddenly became alert. The Sergeant drew out his pistol and the other soldiers unslung their rifles.

Seras noticed the arming of the guard, but didn't pay too much attention to them.

She continued, "Mayor, there was nothing I could do about it. The paladin woman put an arrow through my head and then she blew it up. It's rather embarrassing getting your head blown away."

The phone buzzed again with the mayor's response. Looks of disbelief came upon the faces of the guards.

Seras said, "Mayor, I think it was an accident. When the arrow exploded, the arrowhead struck the soldier in the head. I think he was killed instantly. Then the paladins threaten to kill all of the Hellsings.

As Seras listened to the mayor's response, the three guards looked uncertainly to their sergeant.

Seras spoke again, "Oh, you heard of the fight that I had. Yes, I was the one who defeated the paladins except for Wallace. You remember that I had defeated him yesterday. And Mr. Hellsing didn't order me to attack them."

The sergeant chuckled. This woman before him was obviously insane.

Seras finally said, "Yes, Mayor. Can you please tell these guards to let me through the gate? … Ok. Thank you, sir."

Seras handed the phone back to the sergeant. All the men had smirks pasted on their faces.

The sergeant lift the cell phone to his ear and said, "Hello, sir… What? … You don't mean… Sir, that is ridiculous… The paladins were? … I see… Y… Ye… Yes, sir."

The sergeant closed his phone and his face paled. He quickly and nervously snapped out, "Open the gate! Open the gate!"

Two of his men looked uncertain, but they walked to the road's gate. His third man asked, "Anything wrong, Serge?"

The sergeant looked at the man with wide, panicking eyes and said, "Let her through! Don't ask questions and, for god's sake, shoulder your rifle, now!"

Seras said sadly, "You're scared of me. Aren't you, Sergeant?"

The sergeant looked uncertain and he was unable to answer.

The gate was muscled opened by two of the guards. Seras sat back down in the jeep.

She briefly glanced at the pistol that was still in the sergeant's hand. In a panic he almost dropped it, before he was finally able to hostler it.

Seras said to the serge, "You needn't fear me, sir. Those creatures that prey on human beings are the only ones that need to be scared of me. Not you, sir."

Seras drove the jeep through the gate.

The man nearest the sergeant asked, "What was that all about? What she some brat of some powerful family who could get you fired?"

The sergeant said as he watched the jeep drive away, "I found out from the mayor that she did defeat three paladins just an hour ago. She fought them all at the same time. The church folks are currently picking up the unconscious Moore and crew to take them to get regenerated. That girl is a monster."

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Seras drove westwards. Her sad expression slowly became one of concentration as the road she took quickly came covered with rusty old cars and young trees. She slowed her jeep and started to pick a way through this obstacle course.

The spirit of werewolf Vince whispered to her, "The humans hadn't cleared a path through here. It's not safe for them here."

Seras thought back, "Thanks, Vince."

She continued her trek west and came to a stop when she caught sight of the fortress known as The Tower of London.

The Tower of London was actually made up of several towers. There was an outer ring of small towers with walls linking them together. Within this circle there was another ring of taller towers and walls. Seras knew that within this ring there were hidden other barracks and building, but her brow creased in a frown. Missing from the scene was the largest tower. It was the blockish tower that sat in the center of the complex and it was the one that Alucard and Incognito had fought upon. The White Tower was missing.

She stared at where the famous tower used to be and she couldn't believe that it was gone. A feeling started to creep into her mind. Imagines of ghostly blood dripping from the top of the Tower's walls came into her mind. The eerie cries of the dead called out. A malevolent purple mist whirred and twisted with a golden fog. Seras could have sworn she saw white feathers in the fog along with dark gray scales in the mist.

Seras closed her eyes and shook her head. She looked again at the Tower of London only to see that the blood, mist, and fog were gone. The cries of the dead could no longer be heard. It only left the impression that she shouldn't be there.

Seras asked quietly, "What was that?"

Alucard answered, "Those were some fragments of thoughts and events of this place and what waits within. Avoid it for now, Seras. When I walk the earth again, we will enjoy another magnificent battle in this tower."

There were no trees in the immediate area around the fortress and any rusted heaps of vehicles were also gone. Seras squinted at the scene and saw a few figures near the base of the tower complex. They were large hairy figures.

Nora, one of Seras spirit werewolves, speculated, "I bet that their blood sucking masters are sleeping right now. Any vampire in her right mind would be in bed by this time in the morning."

Seras remarked, "I bet you're saying that I'm not in my right mind. Right?"

Nora laughed.

Seras sharp eyes spotted group of humans with some werewolves. They were on the north side of the fortress and it looked like they were heading to far west side to travel to the gate in the southern outer wall. Just south of there was the River Thames.

Nora whispered, "I bet that those folks are going to become somebody's breakfast, lunch, and dinner."

Seras face went hard for a second, and then her foot stomped down hard on the accelerator. The jeep leapt forward and down the road towards the north side of the tower.

Alucard asked, "Are you sure about this, Seras?"

Seras replied, "I really don't know, but I will not allow this to happen."

Nora asked, "Can I handle this? You know, like take over your body for a bit. I don't think you can save the people without losing one or two of them."

Seras thought for a second before she said, "Sure."

Seras' features hardened as Nora took over her body and then widened in panic. She nervously turned the steering wheel back and forth while she accelerated and decelerated the vehicle. She said in fear, "Seras, I don't know how to drive!"

Seras said from within her head, "Don't worry, Nora. I'll drive."

The vehicle straightened out and Nora gave out a sigh of relief.

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Two werewolf guards, a male and a female, watched the approaching vehicle. They wore a mixture of clothing that they gathered over the years. The stuff they wore was torn, with the male's clothing was dirtier than the female's.

The approaching woman in the jeep with obvious Hellsing markings and wearing a trench coat with Hellsing insignias put the wolves into an alert condition. They aimed their rifles at Seras/Nora.

Nora waved at them and called out, "Will you be my escort?"

The female guard demanded, "What the hell are you talking about, Hellsing scum. You're our prisoner, now. Stop the jeep."

Seras/Nora said, "That's fine with me. I'm here to report in with some samples of new Westminster anti-werewolf bullets for Lord Wescott. Unfortunately, I can't get to the Lord directly, so I thought I would drop them off at your little outpost. These shells must get to either the Lords of Southwark, Lambeth, and Greenwich for analysis. If there is no antidote found for this new human weapon, then there will be massive causalities on our side. Escort me immediately to your superiors."

The male said, "What the bleeding hell are you talk about? How do you know our tongue?"

"Well, duh. I'm a werewolf in disguise."

The female werewolf accused, "Liar! You are not a wolf. You smell like the undead; like the smell of a vampire."

"Hello? Is any of this making sense to you underlings? Vampires burn to death in the sun. Look at my hands. See, no smoke from burning skin. The vampire smell on me came from a vampire who crossed Lord Wescott recently. She met a painful ending. Do I have to slowly say this again for you two to understand? Or should I inform Lord Wescott about you two? And before you ask, my werewolf chips are running in silent mode, so you can't bring me up on the network."

The female sputtered, caught between the urge to tear this invader into pieces and the fear from the threat of the wrath of the Southwark ruler: Lord Wescott.

The male paused for a bit to consult over his network connection. He then said, "My vampire supervisor has ordered for your miserable self to be brought before him. He will find ways to extract the truth from you."

Nora/Seras replied, "Fine. And tell him have a dinner waiting for me. As Lord Wescott's representative here, I do expect to be treated with respect. Now you two can now just let me drive through."

The female said, "Forget that, Missy. We are coming with you. And if you do anything strange, we going to blow your head off."

Nora said, "Fine, child. Hop into the back seat and be quick. I'm in a hurry."

The two guards climbed into the back two seats of the jeep. The electric jeep surged forward and that ran on the westward road along the north wall of the Tower of London.

They drove past twenty werewolves. They were cleaning their weapons, sleeping, playing card, eating, and two were romantically involved. Near them, in some young trees, was a group of ravens watching.

The feeling of mental oppression coming from the fortress was immense.

Nora thought out, "It's your turn, Seras. I got us this far."

The stern look on Seras' face was replaced with worry. With the dangerous situation around her, Seras' vampiric desire for battle put a grin on her face.

Before Seras were her targets. The group was made up of three werewolves in Hellsing style uniforms, four humans, and a single male werewolf in shackles and chains. The group was about to go around the corner of the fortress to head south.

Seras looked at the ones dressed as Hellsing people and thought, "Imposters."

The humans were one male and three females, and they were in rags. The chained young adult werewolf's shirt was shredded.

As the jeep approached them, Seras pressed her right knee upwards against the steering wheel to hold it steady. She reached both her hands into her coat and pulled out two massive pistols. She immediately aimed both guns backwards over her shoulders and fired at the two werewolf guards in the backseat. Both were struck.

The attack caught both the wolves by surprise. The female clutched the new wound in the base of her neck as she fell backwards out of the vehicle, while the male reeled before he tried to bring his rifle to bear on Seras. A second shot from one of Seras' gun and Seras' telekinetic push sent the male backwards out of the jeep.

In the group ahead of Seras, the three Hellsing imposters reacted by quickly aiming and firing their two rifles and a single pistol. The prisoners, who were mixed in with the imposters, froze and were unable to decide what to do.

As two shells impacted into the grill of the jeep and one smacked into Seras's right shoulder, she yelled, "Get down now!"

Two of the prisoners and the chained werewolf were smart enough to drop to the ground. Seras opened fire.

One of the werewolves' rounds tore out Seras' left cheek and exposed her teeth to the outside. As her pistols blazed, two of the imposters erupted in blood as Seras' bullets pierced them. The third imposter was pulled forward, by Seras will, and away from the still standing humans. In a panic, he started to fire his rifle wildly.

Seras continued firing and bullets started to be fired from the twenty werewolves far behind her. She put two more rounds into each of the two wounded werewolves. They fell.

The two still standing human finally drop to the ground; one by his decision and the other had her feet knocked out from under her by a woman on the ground.

With a clear target, Seras fired several rounds into the last imposter.

The imposter dropped dead while Seras received one more bullet hole in her forehead.

Seras dropped the guns back within her trench coat and pulled the jeep up next to the prisoners. Bullets from the distant twenty were whizzing by.

Seras, with a bloody hole in forehead and cheek ripped open, said with difficulty, "Ge in. Ge in."

She signaled with her left hand for them to get into the jeep.

One of the women on the ground said, "I think her said, 'Get in'. I think we've better do what she says."

Another woman said, "She a god damn monster. I'm not getting in there."

The man said, "We're leaving here. You're coming."

Seras pointed the chained werewolf and then at the front passenger seat. She said, "hront seea. Ge in."

As the prisoners stood, a bullet from the distant twenty struck the stomach of one of the female prisoners. She crumpled to the ground.

Immediately the prisoners piled into the jeep with the wounded woman being dragged along. Seras stomped on the accelerator and the jeep surged forward. As bullets flew around them, Seras steered the vehicles away from the fortress. New sources of gunfire erupted from tops of the Tower of London's walls.

Darkness flowed around Seras' wounds as they started to heal. All her fellow passengers were trying to hide themselves in the back seat from gunfire, except for the werewolf in the passenger seat. The brown fur werewolf stared at Seras' healing wound and then swung his shackled, open, right hand at Seras' head. Seras caught the wolf's arm with her left hand. The werewolf whined in pain.

Seras said with her reformed mouth, "I'm not your enemy, sir."

The gunfire from the Tower of London decreased to nothing.

Then Seras noticed that the werewolf was unable to close his hand. There were a silver bolts was impaled though his wrists and bolted to the wrist's shackled.

Seras said, "After we get the people to Westminster, we have to see about getting those things off of you."

The man asked, "Westminster? You're taking us to Westminster? Thank God for that."

A woman in the back seat said, "We better hurry. We got someone dieing back here."

Seras called back, "Can any of you drive a jeep? I have to first aid the lady."

The woman call back, "Yes, I can."

A raven flew up to a tree in front of the jeep and watched it go by.

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A guard post and a machinegun bunker protected the entry to Westminster along the Upper Thames Street. The guards were alert after hearing the sounds of far off gunfire.

A jeep came charging down the road at them. This was not a normally used road since it led directly to an enemy stronghold: The Tower of London.

It was immediately noticed that there was a werewolf was in the passenger seat and the vehicles was filled with humanoid figures. The 'HSA' insignia (Hellsing Security Agency) was painted on the vehicle's grill with a few holes in it.

Four humans of the Westminster Guard were near the guard post, while another two were manning the machinegun.

The lieutenant there called out, "Halt. Stop the vehicle or you will be fired on."

Immediately the jeep jerked to a halt with its tire squealing. The driver froze while Seras, in her black trench coat and glasses, climbed out of the very crowded seat. She carried an unconscious woman with bloody clothes. Bandages were tied around the woman's abdomen.

The lieutenant asked, "Are you the newest Hellsing monster that I've heard rumors about?"

Seras replied, ""Yes, sir. But, we must hurry. This lady been shot and she needs medical treatment immediately."

The lieutenant said, "Yes, miss. You and your wolf friend cannot enter the city without a Hellsing officer escort. I'll have to borrow your jeep to take the lady to the hospital quickly. Who are these other people?"

Seras said, "They're people who I have rescued from the Tower of London."

The lieutenant looked shocked. "London of Tower, you say." Then he called out to one of the guards, "Jeffery, drive this jeep to hospital, and then bring it back here."

Seras whispered to the werewolf, "Please, sir, get out of the vehicle."

After the werewolf got out, Seras gentle put the wounded lady in the passenger seat. A guard came up on got into driver's seat, while the other three other passengers. He drove the vehicle south and into Westminster.

A raven landed on the machinegun bunker and watched Seras. Seras frowned at it and asked, "Do you get many ravens, here?"

The lieutenant replied, "No, hardly any. Those shackles on your friend's wrists look painful."

Seras said, "Yes, I bet they are. Do have any bolt cutters around here? Or something to remove those bolts with?"

"Let me check", replied the lieutenant. Then he paused and then said to Seras, "For a monster that can tear people apart, it's strange that you're so human like. You are so easy to talk to."

Seras smiled, "Thank you, sir."

After the lieutenant went to check with his men for tools, the werewolf growled to himself, "Why is a vampire help me? Why did the Hellsing vampire kill the Hellsing soldiers?"

Seras looked surprised and said, "Oh, you're able to talk. Those people, who had captured you, were imposters. They've been causing Hellsing problems by pretending to be Hellsing people while they've been assaulting real werewolves in the area."

"How can you understand me?"

"That's a long story. I'm Seras Victoria of Hellsing. And you are?"

"My name is Welby. What are you going to do with me?"

"Well, Welby, I'm heading back to Hellsing headquarters. You can come with me, or, since you're a werewolf, you can head out on you own."

The lieutenant came walking back with a toolbox.

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Later, Seras drove the jeep northwards. She was alone in the vehicle. After they had left the Westminster guard post, Welby had decided to leave Seras.

Even though she was alone, Seras smiled. She had saved people today.

Alucard's voice asked in her mind, "Having fun, Seras?"

Seras replied, "Yes, Master. At the Westminster guard post, I could slightly feel your presence. You must be in Westminster."

Alucard chuckled, "Good. I wasn't sure where they had moved me. It's time for you to come and get me."

Seras happily replied, "Yes, Master. I'll come and get you after I've collected lots and lots of bags of transfusion blood. We can't have you drinking the blood of half of Westminster."

Alucard teased, "You're no fun, Police Girl."

Seras continued, "And Sir Integra will have to be there, too."

"Yes, Seras. I wish to see my precious master, again."

A raven landed on the passenger seat of the jeep. Seras glanced at it.

Alucard remarked, "It seems that you have a new friend, Seras."

Seras frowned. She said, "I think they feed on dead things. It probably wants to make me into its lunch."

Alucard laughed. The raven squawked and flew off.