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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Seras drove the lorry that Christine had originally acquired. She was picking out a route through the darkness to the area north east of the Docklands.

Sitting next to Seras, and currently in her werewolf form, Christine stewed. She was still miffed that she wasn't the one behind the steering wheel.

Seras had to restrain herself from laughing at the pouting wolf.

Beyond Christine, Alucard sat next to the passenger window and gazed at the passing scenery.

"Master," Seras finally said, "I don't see why I have to carry your ammo. Can't you carry you own?"

Alucard leaned forward so that he could look around Christine to see Seras' face.

"Because, my child, I don't wish to carry it," answered Alucard.

"Master," said Seras sourly.

Christine's eyes kept shifting back and forth to watch both the vampires.

"Seras, It gives me an exquisite thrill to have my pistols empty themselves in the midst of battle. The change of my foes' expression from fear to glee, only to dissolve into despair as I crush them."

Christine looked slightly ill as Seras said in exasperation, "That's sick, Master."

Christine growled, "I've seen some werewolves who would play with their prey like that."

A chuckle come form Alucard's lips. "It's not the fear that I desire to see in my foes' eyes, but the brief hope that they might be able to end my existence. It's at that point that they are truly alive."

"I still think it's sick, Master," reiterated Seras.

Alucard smirked. "In a few more short decades of un-life," said Alucard, "you, my child, may appreciate my outlook."

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In the covered back of the lorry, the Hellsing werewolf and his fellow cyborg guard, Bob, sat next to the tailgate. Each of the two has a foul smelling smoking cigar clenched between his teeth. Along with the two smokers, there were two others: Pallas, sat next to Harry and Logan, the foreign werewolf and tracker, was seated next to the cyborg.

Lying at their sat was a long wooden box that kept drawing the attention of the four to it. The word 'Halconnen' was inked on the box.

Pallas was not happy sitting next to one of the Hellsing's furry monsters and she not too thrilled about being directly across the aisle from a hairy dog-boy from another feral tribe. The smoke from the two cigars didn't help her temperament, either.

She finally asked, "What's in the box? Some explosives? Rifles? Ammo?"

Harry growled, "How to the hell do you expect me to know?"

Bob immediately pretended to translate, "He said it's the vampires' secret stash of weapons."

Logan snorted in amusement and then sneezed because of the cigar smoke. Pallas didn't appreciate being sneezed at, whether it was accidental or not.

Bob asked, "Should we take a peek at what's inside?"

"Well," said Pallas, "we're going to see what's in the box shortly, so the vampires shouldn't mind us taking a look."

"We should be careful and not tell the vampire about what we are doing," warned Harry.

Bob translated, "Harry said to hurry up and open the damn thing."

Pallas reached over and released the box's latch. She started to lift the box's hinged lid and the three male quickly added their strength to the task.

What they saw stilled their breaths briefly. They had never seen such a massive rifle as the Halconnen. This 30mm gunmetal colored cannon awed everyone.

Pallas said weakly, "The recoil of that monster will kill a normal person."

Harry's cigar fell out of his mouth. "I want one," he whispered.

Logan added, "Maybe the vampires will let us take this little baby out to the firing range."

Bob smirked. "Looked like the perfect weapon for a cyborg like me."

"Good thing the vampiress hasn't brought any ammo for the thing," remarked Pallas, "One of you guys might shoot yourself with this toy. Ha, this is the first time I've seen two werewolves drooling over something that wasn't female. I don't think that the vampiress will appreciate your saliva on her gun."

"Do you think that old man Hellsing will get us some of these beauties," asked Bob.

Harry frowned, sighed, and then shifted to his human form. "Even though it's three o'clock in the morning," said Harry, "I'm going to leave a message for Mr. Hellsing to inform him what we are doing. He probably won't be pleased when he wakes up, so I may have to use some of my vacation time for this little trip. Everyone, make sure that the lorry doesn't get damaged or the repair bill will be coming out of our paychecks."

Harry pulled out his cell phone.

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On a secure network channel:

"Lord Wescott! Lord Wescott! There is news that may affect the experiments at the Tower of London."

Lord Wescott, ruler of Southwark, replied, "What is it, Major Hunter? This has better be important."

"Oh Great Lord, most knowledgeable ruler of us all, who's great-"

"Enough, Hunter," snapped Wescott, "Some groveling is fine, but you grovel too much. Give me your report."

"Lord of Southwark, the Hellsings are sending an investigation team to the Tribe of Five Roses' village."

"Then send out a team and destroy them. Why do you bother me with such small details?"

"Oh Great Lord, the Hellsing vampire is with them. Our standard assault teams have failed in a fight against her and we even lost Lady Fogg in the last skirmish. Now the Hellsings have a second vampire under their control."

"… The Hellsing vampires must be dealt with, major."

A female voice broke into a conversation. "Dears, your normal chipped followers are just feeding the Hellsing beast. You will need someone more powerful. Either get a real vampire, one of your angelic-demonic enhanced followers, or just summon a minor demon and send it after the Hellsing agent."

"Countess Bathory, you're not invited to this conversation and you'll remove yourself from this network link, servant," demanded Southwark.

"Servant, my dear? I'm a servant to those on the mainland, not to you, my sweet Lord Wescott," teased the Countess, "The only reason I'm here is that is that my masters didn't appreciate my methods of dining and refreshing myself. They're so picky."

"I swear that I should had never install chips into you, Elizabeth. You were already undead," groused Wescott.

"You sound so cute when you frustrated, darling. I must leave for a bit. I'm having a few girls drained for my beauty bath."

Major Hunter finally spoke up, "Countess, there is no reason that a bath of blood would enhance your beauty. It's just a waste of good blood."

"I never waste the blood, underling. Bye for now, dears."

The Countess faded from the network.

"What now, my glorious lord," asked Major Hunter.

"The Tower of London has just received a new shipment of werewolves and humans that they had stolen from us. They were being shipped here, but Perrin, the ruler of the Tower, had diverted the shipment to his place with raiders dressed as Hellsing agents."

"But Sir, we should squash this rebellious bastard," said Hunter.

"No, major, we won't. Perrin does his best work when he believes that he is working to cause my downfall," explained Lord Wescott, "His experiments work best when he believes that he isn't being supervised, so I've been very secretive in my control of him. In fact, I had arranged the entire raiding of my shipment by Perrin. His next experiment will need a large volume of blood and I'm interested in seeing his results. I will be sending a command to Perrin to summon up a minor demon to eliminate the Hellsing vampire and he will unknowingly obey me."

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Within the walls of the fortress called the Tower of London, unconscious bodies were being hauled to a central location. The Tower consisted of an outer surrounding wall that went around the complex with stone towers placed in intervals as part of the wall. Another inner wall sat just inside of that and it surround an inner courtyard with buildings, open lawns, paved areas, and the rubble from the fallen White Tower. The bodies of Tribe of Five Roses werewolves and their human servants were being hauled to a green lawn. Tables were also being set up there and hyperemic needles, rubber tubing, and plastic buckets were stacked next to the tables.

Lord Perrin and his two servants, Ladies Lesley and Caitlin, strode through the area.

The slim Perrin wore a dark suit and, of course, his short blond hair was combed expertly. His fangs were pearly white and his blue eyes extruded confident as he surveyed the work being done.

The blond Lady Caitlin was blue wearing a dress of her favorite color, blue, while Lady Lesley dress was green, which went well with her long red hair.

Both ladies did not exchange any insults, insinuations or 'accidental' tripping of the other. Perrin has warned that tonight, he wouldn't tolerate such activities. He needed no distractions for tonight.

Perrin remarked, "Lady Caitlin, dear, your capture of the Five Roses blokes went very well. It has exceeded my expectations."

Caitlin positively glowed as she blushed from Perrin's attention. Lesley's face soured.

Caitlin immediately stepped up to Perrin's left side and wrapped her hands around his arm. "Anything for you, My Love," whispered Caitlin before she planted a kiss on his cheek.

Lady Lesley hissed in anger.

Perrin smiled at Caitlin and Caitlin's eyes tried to lock his eyes at a seductive gaze that was more mind control that a natural look.

Perrin broke the gaze and said to Lady Lesley, "Lady Lesley, I see that you are prepared to drain the victims. Your people are almost done setting up. Very well done."

Lesley immediately stepped up to Perrin's right side and latched onto his free arm. She brushed her lips against his right cheek before kissing it. "My true love Perrin, the blood will be delivered to your lab before you need it and I'll be in you room before the morning."

It was Caitlin turned to growl.

Again, Perrin experienced the same type of mind controlling seduction, but this time it came from Lesley.

Perrin shook off Lesley's influence. Then Lesley and Caitlin exchanged death stares.

Perrin frowned as he listened to a message that came to him over the network. "My beautiful darling ladies," he said, "I just learned that the Hellsings are investigating the old Five Roses' village. I can't afford to have them interfering with my summoning of a male angel. For me to create power sources for male vampires and werewolves, I need to combine the male demon I already have with a male angel. Then I can compete with Europe to make power sources for our males and females minions."

Immediately Lesley volunteered, "I will leave and slay the Hellsing creature. Dear Caitlin is tired from her little trip of capturing of the Five Roses."

"No," cut in Caitlin, "I'll do it. You, my dearest Lesley, are busy with the gathering of the blood. I'll perform this minor task for my lover."

"Ladies, no fighting," Perrin said, "I think… Hey, I've just thought of an idea. I'll summon a minor demon to take care of Hellsing."

He quickly looped an arm around each lady's waist and said, "Let's go and begin the summoning, ladies."

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The Hellsing lorry came to a stop before a blockage of rusted out vehicles. The old wrecks were placed to inhibit vehicle traffic, but had gaps wide enough between them to allow foot traffic.

Seras climbed out driver's seat and stood on the solid ground.

"This is as far as we can drive," announced Seras, "The Tribe of Five Roses had blocked all roads so vehicles can't go any further."

Then her nose twitched, as she smelled something unpleasant. Then Alucard slowly exited the vehicle as Harry, Pallas, Logan, and Bob poured out of the rear of the vehicle. Christine scooted out via the driver's door.

Harry quickly announced, "Since I'm the senior Hellsing officer here, I'll get to use the Halconnen rifle in the back of the lorry."

The cyborg Bob pretended to translate, "Old Sergeant Harry suggested that I will carry the large heavy piece of personal artillery. You needn't worry about carrying such a heavy thing, little vampire lady."

"That is not what Harry said," stated Seras, "and who are you again?"

"I'm Master Sergeant Robert Martin, known as Sergeant Bob to newbies like you, girl," said Bob.

Alucard chuckled which caused Seras to frown.

"Well, Master Sergeant Bob Martin, I'm Senior Officer Seras Victoria. I've been a Senior Officer sixty years ago and Mr. Hellsing has acknowledged my rank since I had been woken up. I am an officer of senior rank to you and, no, you can't carry MY weapon. Do you understand me, Serge?"

Bob chewed on the end of his cigar for a bit before he grinned. "Maybe later, can I shoot with it at the firing range?"

Seras paused for a bit before she said, "Maybe yes. Maybe earlier if the situation calls for it."

Pallas spoke up, "I don't want interrupt this bonding over a hunk of metal, but we got some people to rescue. Let's hurry up, vamps, wolves, and tin-man."

Seras quickly agreed, "Pallas is right. We got to find out what had happened to the Five Roses and their human dependents."

"WHAT?," snapped Pallas. "No one told me that this was a rescue mission for some werewolves. I thought we were rescuing real people. You know: humans."

Christine gave a disgusted growl in response to Pallas' comment.

"Well, there are some normal people within the werewolf tribe," explained Seras.

A suspicious Pallas asked, "How do you know?"

"Ahhh…", delayed a nervous Seras before she meekly said, "One of my former meals was a member of this tribe and he told me."

Pallas paused for a bit because she was unable for think of anything to say. Finally she said, "Girl, you're getting creepier everyday that I spend with you."

Alucard laughed out loud. "Barehanded girl," Alucard said to Pallas, "Seras will become even more 'creepier' as she adjusts to her un-life. Seras will experience the real meaning of life and death, of the vicious predictor and the noble prey."

Christine changed to her human form. "Let us begin our search now," she said, "All of this life and death stuff hurts my head."

Christine quickly reverted back to her werewolf shape.

Logan growled out, "I'll lead the search."

Without waiting for anyone to nay-say him, Logan weaved his way through the blockage of rusted out vehicles. He kept himself low to use the old hulks for cover against any possible enemy fire.

"Mr. Logan said…" Seras started to explain what Logan had said before she noticed that everyone was already moving on his or her own. The Hellsing pair of the werewolf Harry and the cyborg Bob carefully advanced through the blockage with Christine following. Seras couldn't see Pallas anywhere and Alucard just strolled forward without any concern.

Seras sighed and walked to the rear of the lorry to retrieve her Halconnen.

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Seras took up a position on the flat roof of a four story tall building. She watched for any signs of conflict as the others searched the surrounding streets except for Christine who was checking the buildings for any possible survivors of this raided village.

Seras sniffed the air and was rewarded with the smell of pepper that filled the air all around the village. The raiders had left the fragrant scent to foul the noses of any creature that track by smell.

Alucard was on the ground below her and he was wearing a bored little smile. He had found some stair on which he sat. He was looking around with only mild interest.

Seras thought, "Why isn't Master grinning like a maniac? He always grins when there is either danger or someone to torment."

Seras stepped off of the roof with the Halconnen resting on her shoulder and plunged four stories to the ground. There was a dull smack as her heels hit the dirt and leave covered sidewalk. She walk to the Alucard's side and asked, "There is no danger here, is there, Master?"

"Seras, stop pretending to human," mocked Alucard. "You could have easily speak to me without using words and without coming to my physical presence. You have done it before."

Seras reiterated, "Master, there is no opponents around here. Am I right?"

"You are correct, Police Girl," replied Alucard, "But one can always hope for a change of this boring state of calm."

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Within the inner walls of the Tower of London, there sat the Royal Chapel of St. Peter ad Vincula. It was a medium size stone chapel that was positioned near the old Waterloo Barrack and the not far from the Site of the Block where some of the Tower's executions had occurred.

Within the chapel, the pews removed long ago but a dust cover cross was still mounted on the wall behind the podium. On the main floor, a pentagram was painted in blood with various symbols written in red in the spaces between the points of the central star. At two of the points were two bodies, one male human and one female werewolf. Another one he five points had a chalice of blood and another had a bowl with a heart in it.

Lord Perrin walked around the marking on the floor followed by his two servants: Ladies Caitlin and Lesley. He reached into his vest's pocket and pulled out a long broken fang that was yellowed with age. Where Perrin's fingers had contacted the ancient tooth, his skin softly sizzled and bubbled.

Perrin bit his own lower lip and splat his blood upon the tooth. Perrin carefully placed it on the last open point of the pentagram, and then he backed away.

Lesley asked, "After you summon the demon, will you be able to control the beast?"

"It's just a minor demon that any of us three can destroy," assured Perrin. "I've controlled more powerful ones before. The two, that were summoned to create dear Caitlin and your powers, are a much more powerful. The Hellsing creature is going to have a surprise when she meet my little demon."

Lady Caitlin chuckled. "Foolish Lesley," taunted Caitlin, "You doubted the ability of my beloved Perrin. Maybe you should leave now."

"You!" snapped Lesley.

"Quiet," commanded Perrin, "Don't disturb me while I'm summon the demon."

Both the ladies quieted down as Perrin started to chant.

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Logan was in his giant wolf form, not his werewolf shape, and he trotted toward a group that contained Seras, Alucard, Harry the Hellsing werewolf and the cyborg Bob.

The stretchable clothing that Logan wore wasn't meant for this form and it stained to keep from ripping apart.

Logan changed to his brown hair human self and announced, "I've tracked where the Five Roses blokes were taken to. They were hauled off to the underground tube station. There were also some recent tracks of someone watching this place, but they took off before we got here."

Pallas said from behind Seras, "I agree, wolf-boy."

Seras spun around. "Were did you come from," she demanded.

Pallas just shrugged and said, "I just walked up. Couldn't your superior vampire's ears hear me walking up?"

As Seras paused to figure out a response, Alucard mused, "Humans can be so fascinating. Have you figured something else out, child?"

Pallas frowned before she answered, "They knew that we were coming. Either they spotted us before we got here or someone at Hellsing ratted on us."

"No one at Hellsing would had informed the enemy," said Bob tensely, "They are all good people, lady."

There is the sound of someone walking that caught everyone attention. The Hellsing werewolf Christine came up the street carrying an unconscious elderly male human.

Pallas immediately demanded, "What have you done to him?"

Christine kept quiet as she walked up to the group and carefully laid the old man in the ground.

She reverted to her human self and said with some anger, "Your anti-werewolf attitude is getting tiring, Pallas. This old man been gassed. There is still some of the knockout gas in the air inside the buildings. It had made me a little woozy when I was in there."

Alucard slight smile quickly change to that of puzzlement. Then he started to grin madly.

"Oh, bugger," said Seras, "Master, do you sense something?"

"Shut your eyes, Seras, and tell me what you feel," said Alucard.

Even before Seras could close her eyes, she said, "I feel something horrible. Something full of hate and anger is coming closer."

"You must all hide," said Seras with a panicked voice to the people around her, "Leave now!"

Christine immediately changed back to her werewolf form and picked up the unconscious man. Anything that can cause that monster Seras to feel fear was something that Christine did not want meet.

Bob said, "Girl, we're not leaving. We-"

Alucard interrupted, "It's coming. Prepare yourself, Seras. This will be fun."

Seras kneeled down and placed the Halconnen on the ground. She quickly pulled two ammo boxes out of her shadow. She spotted Harry and Bob watching, so she point at one ammo box and said, "This one is explosive shells and the other is depleted uranium."

She quickly cracked open the Halconnen and inserted an explosive round. Then she aimed the massive gun up the road toward where Alucard was facing.

Alucard pulled out his two pistols: the Casull and the Jackal. "Hurry," he whispered.

Bob took up a position behind a rusted out car with his rifle aimed over of the old vehicle. A wire ran from the stock of the gun and connected to the back of his neck.

Harry stood next to Bob and had a highly modified 45-magnum pistol that was fitted to his werewolf sized hand. A silvered short sword was in his belt sheath.

Pallas had once again stealthy vanished from sight.

Logan was unarmed, so Seras tossed him a pistol from one of her collection. It was a strange revolver whose cylinder had four ridiculously immense rounds. Seras didn't know what those shells were made of. The gun looked small in his paws.

Bob's rifle fired once at something in the distant. Seras turned her attention back to the roadway. Whatever was it is, it was coming from the direction of underground tube station.

Bob's rifle started to fire continuously at a target that his telescopic vision could make out. Then Seras could make out the motion of something approaching quickly. As Seras eyes focused on it, she could make out that it was a scythe, spinning horizontally, with a flaming blade.

As Seras overcame her surprise, the scythe stuck the vehicle that Bob and Harry were behind. The rotating scythe cut through the rusted hulk faster than a hot knife going through butter. It cut its way out the other side of the car and went through Bob's waist. The top half of Bob flew up into the air as the rest of his body fell to the ground. The scythe nicked Harry's hip and caused blood to fly.

The scythe continued it flight by swerving up into the sky and then it flew back to where it came from.

"An interesting toy," remarked Alucard.

Harry howled, "Bob! Bob! Christine, get over here and save the tin-man's brain case!"

Seras could now make out the carrier of the deadly scythe. What she saw was something she couldn't believe. It was a skeleton and it was a tall one. Its eyes sockets were dark and it could be imagined the demon's teeth were held in a grin. The skeleton's size dwarfed the hulks of old vehicles near it. Seras guessed that the thing was three to three and a half meters tall (10 to 11 feet).

Seras fired the Halconnen at the thing and the gun gave off a deafening roar. Seras didn't look for the results as she started to reload the Halconnen with a depleted uranium shell.

The shell that she had fired at the skeleton demon flew true at its target. The demon held the scythe in its two hands and raised it above its skull. With lightning quick reactions, it swung at the incoming shell and sliced into the round. The shell detonated as the flaming scythe cut into it.

Seras closed the breach of the Halconnen and aim back toward the demon. All she could see was the smoke from the explosion. Then she saw the spinning scythe flying straight at her.

Seras aimed the Halconnen as Alucard fired his guns: the Casull at the scythe and the Jackal at the skeleton. The Casull's exploding rounding caused the scythe path to change, but it immediately corrected its flight back to target Seras.

Seras fired her weapon and the ultra heavy and hard depleted uranium round struck the blade of the scythe. The scythe path changed drastically and slowed, and then once again it directed itself at Seras.

Suddenly a cloud of black raven feathers swirled around Seras and hid her from view. The scythe sliced through the feathers and went out the other side. The weapon began its return trip to its owner.

The cloud of feathers dissipated, but the neither Seras nor the Halconnen was there. Only the ammo boxes sat there.

Seras was surprised. She was fifteen meters in the air and climbing. Something was tugging on her back, lifting her higher. She tried to look behind herself and what she saw was two extremely large black feathery wings attached to her back.

Baldrick, the raven spirit within Seras, whispered, "You seem to be in a spot of trouble."

Seras whispered back, "Thanks Baldrick."

Harry had watched Seras vanish in a cloud of feathers and the flight of the scythe.

For Seras' voiced called downed from the sky, "Everyone leave here now. Only my master and I will be staying here. I don't want to loose anyone else."

Christine reached the upper half of the cyborg called Bob and quickly carried him away. Logan snuck forward, weaving between the old vehicles and trees.

As Seras landed on the ground and her wings vanished, Alucard voice whispered in her mind, "Give me reloads for my pistols, Seras."

Seras muttered, "Master should carry his own reloads."

"What, Seras," asked Alucard.

"Nothing, Master."

The skeleton demon caught its scythe. Even though the blade was covered with flames, a crack could be seen in the blade's metal that was caused by the Halconnen's uranium shell. Seras could almost imagine a look of disgust on demon's face.

A sinister voice whispered into the minds of everyone there, "A mere hour long easy death is no longer an option for you, female vampire. You have earned my wrath and your eternal damnation."

The skeleton's bony body was damaged. Some of Alucard's earlier shots had cracked and shattered bones, but those wounds were regenerating. The only mark that was left on the monster was gray smoking patches on the skeleton where Alucard's blessed round had hit.

Seras tossed to Alucard a spare clip for his Jackal.

"I think not, small fry," said an amused Alucard, "Your battle is not with my child, but with me. I look for forward to an enjoyable little struggle before I feed your bones to my own demon hound."

Seras completed reloading the Halconnen with another heavy uranium shell.

"My apologies to you, undead maggot," replied the demon, "But those fools at that putrid Chapel of St. Peter ad Vincula had made my mission one of destroying the female vampire. Please be patient, worm, and I'll arrange your trip to Hell in due time."

The demon threw his scythe at Alucard and then charged at Seras.

Alucard held his hands away from his body as he said the words, "Releasing control art restriction system-"

The scythe severed Alucard at his waist. Still the grin did not vanish from his lips. In fact, he looked even more amused. The scythe flew past Alucard and made a u-turn to fly again at the vampire.

Seras aimed her weapon at the charging demon. Every stride that the demon advanced, the more Seras noticed how much the giant skeleton towered over her.

As she started to squeeze on the Halconnen's trigger, a gun fired from the area to the demon's left. It was Logan who had fired that shot. He was hiding next some bushes and the gun he fired was the one with the four massive slugs that Seras had given him. Seras didn't know what type of shells they were.

The strange bullet didn't spin like a normal round, but four tiny fins popped out of the back of the slug. It flew straight and impacted into the side of the demon's skull. It left its fins behind as it blew two holes as it entered and then exited the demon. The slug went two meters passed the demon and exploded. The area was covered with a spray of tiny blessed needles.

The demon howled mentally as more of its bones sizzled with holy damage. Then it turned its attention to Logan.

Seras fired the Halconnen. She didn't aim at the skull, where damage didn't seem to have much effect, but at its upper spine.

The uranium round shattered the spine and the skeleton exploded into tiny shards of bone.

Alucard voice announced as he floated off of the ground, "to level three…level two… Situation A-"

The scythe hit Alucard again and his head bounced away.

Seras turned her attention toward her master, and reached for another heavy round for her Halconnen. Bits of bone flew up around Seras and formed a circling cloud around her.

Seras could feel an overwhelming evil presence around her as the bones started to assemble around her. Her arms were pulled to her side as the ribcage of the giant demon formed around her. Her weapon was pinned to her side and it was useless. Above her head the skull reformed along with the rest of the spine and the pelvic bone. Seras' legs hung free below the ribcage.

Leaping in from the side, Pallas swung her demonic blade at the creature. She had briefly thought of not only striking the demon but also 'accidentally' hitting Seras, but she decided that bring down a demon would require all of their efforts.

The demonic blade struck the demonic skull and… bounced off with no effect.

Alucard continued his chant, "releasing level one. The Cromwell approval is now in effect. Hold release until target is silenced."

As the demon's legs started to reform, its scythe flew again at Alucard again. The flaming blade spilt his head in two, but its flight was stop as one of Alucard's white-gloved hands grabbed the scythe's handle. From the remains of Alucard's head, darkness poured out and within that darkness, eyes opened. The shape of Alucard's hellhound protruded from that darkness. The rest of his body also dissolved.

Seras was in pain. With her chest, arms, and abdomen trapped within the demon's ribcage, she was felt her body was being burned from deep under her skin.

She released her four spirit wolves and they started to gnaw on the demon's ribs. Seras was surprised when the thirty-two werewolves spirits of Lady Fogg's followers joined the battle.

From Pallas' viewpoint, Seras's body dissolved into dark blob of covered with wolves' heads. The skeleton pointed its right hand at its scythe and the weapon leapt back to its hand, but Alucard hadn't released his grip on the weapon's handle. Part of the blob that was Alucard was pull to the demon and Alucard's dark substance flowed to not only cover part of the scythe's handle, but also covered part of the skeleton's arm. Most of Alucard started to oozed toward the demon and along the tentacles that connected him to the scythe. Alucard's demonic dog bit down on the skeleton's elbow.

The skeleton demon immediately grabbed the scythe with its other hand and swung with both hands its weapon at Alucard's tentacle. It was severed, but the rest of Alucard's eye-filled dark bulk surged at the demon and started to climb up the skeleton's legs.

The skeleton lifted the scythe high, but most of Seras' spirit wolves latched onto the demon's bony arms and briefly held it still. Alucard's black substance covered the three-meter tall demon and Seras, too.

Pallas watched as the goo covered skeleton jerked as it tried to control its limbs. Then the chest of the creature erupted and wolf head covered Seras was dumped onto the ground along with her Halconnen.

Then the tall humanoid shape blob started to shrink. The sounds of the demon's breaking bones pierced the dark goo.

The shape shrunk down to the sized of a tall man. Alucard's face appeared on the gooey head. His coat faded into existence along with his hair and hat.

As Seras regained her human shape, she asked, "Master? Is the demon gone?"

Alucard grinned madly. "Seras," he said, "That was fun. Let us continue on this trek of your and find some more entertaining opponents."

"Yes, Master," said Seras with a defeated sigh.