The only characters I own are Alex, Sonny, Mel, Michael, William, various vamps that die, minor characters. Yes, I do have to lay claim to Marvin "the Martian" Marcellini. All others are not mine though I wish they were ;)

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I smiled. It was brief as my situation began to tug on my attention.

Where was Ennis in relation to London? I'd need a map as soon as I could manage it.

Sean disappeared down a hallway leaving me with Agatha.

"Ye are na gonna turn him against God, lassie."

I blinked at her, frowned, "No word, no sentence can turn him aside the path he has chosen. He is the one who decides to take the fork, whether it be for the trail travelled most or the one he forges alone."

She sighed, "Ye make meh head hurt as much as he does."

"Then let us bank the candles so you go to bed and the easement of such pains."

"If ah dinna know better ah'd say yer his sister."

She stalked away from me.

I walked to the candles and gently blew the first one out. She started on the opposite end.

Working my way inward, I wondered how long before the word that I was gone reached Anderson. I highly doubted he'd come charging back, but what actions would he take that I could prepare for?

Would they risk putting out a missing person bulletin? Knowing Integra, she must have sources who'd pick up that and forward to her immediately. Was it better to stay in one place or to fly to troubles I know not of?

I was hoping my conscience did not make me cowardly, nor my thought disband my resolution. Yet, I had to consider that I was but one girl against a large organization. One with members endowed with powers from a rich technological age. Hiding wouldn't work long as so many searching fingers would eventually find me. If I could find a place to get transportation to England, from there I could try to call Integra.

Would Alucard tease me on how easily I got kidnapped? Oh, lovely. He had enough material now to bug me for the rest of my life.

I looked at his ring, aching from the echoing silence in my head and ears. Even Seras would be a welcomed interruption right about now.

I straightened as a clanging discordant tone joined the chimes. Agatha snorted angrily.

"That Thatcher boy had better na have damaged that there bell."

She started across to the door.

Vamps. Not here. Drat it!

"Sister Agatha, stay away from the door," I ordered, my body on alert as I scooped up my bundle, taking out the second book I had used for my teleportation.

"Why?" then she shrieked as the front doors were busted open.

Then she went flying past me, a thud followed.

Her emotions went out. Oh cyst, was she dead? Dratted vamps!

The maniacal grin widened on the boyish face that locked unto me, "Oy, nuns. Boys we hit the jackpot."

This wasn't Jacob. This was some stupid punk vamp.

Sean's voice cut in harshly, "This is a sanctuary of God. Depart!"

I had to stop them. Sean was an old man. He didn't need help to the grave.

The boy cocked his head, looked skyward, "I guess he has no feeling for this church."

Two more vamps joined him, both boys barely old enough to start growing fuzz. They were blood crazed already.

They stepped into the church, intent on murdering us. I guess this church didn't have a strong blessing. Pity. I wanted to be safe from these monsters.

Screw it. I wasn't allowing these people to die when I could do something.

"May God forgive you lads," Sean stated, "This church defends itself."

The left bloodlust vamp leapt at me.

I raised the reason barrier, using the pages from the book in my hands, "Let reason pave the way to true enlightenment, bloodsucker."

The pages exploded outward, slammed into the walls, ceiling, attaching to the vamp charging me. He gave a horrible screech before dissolving.

The second gasped, a...kitchen knife with a wooden handle sticking out of his head before he crumbled into ash.

The leader blanched, "Who are you?"

Sean walked forward, another knife in his hands, "Father Sean, retired Iscariot."

Cyst. I should have known this was too good to be a true haven. Drat. I actually liked Sean.

He'd hear about me soon enough, "Alex Jones-Jordan, Hellsing's civilian defense, active."

Sean looked at me, "By heaven, I was certain you were Anderson's get."

"He's my great grandfather, and I don't like him," I pointed at the vamp, "Move and I'll destroy you in the slowest possible way. I'm sure I'll laugh at your agony."

He froze, eyes going wide, "That smile. The Butcher of London."

Who the drat was he talking about? Who's smile did mine mirror?

"Okay, okay you win," he was breathing hard now, fear permeating his emotions, spiking with despair.

"Who is your mistress?" I scowled at him.

He was far too young as a vamp to be flying solo. I didn't sense her but that didn't mean she wasn't nearby. Feeding. Hurting everyone here.

"She'll eat your face, nun of Hellsing!" he snarled, anger trying to push through his terror.

"I'm a humanist, not a nun," my head raised, my eyes tracking to the doors as she finally came into my range, "Here she comes. Your life is forfeit for the protection of the true race of this world."

He inhaled to scream, but he dusted as Sean drove his dagger into his chest.

I looked around. The pages were still up, plastered over the columns and pews. Agatha was unconscious in front of the altar, a cross on a chain dangling from her neck, her hair caught under the silver links. Had Sean dropped that protection over her?

"So, his creator is on her way?"

"She is approaching. Who is the Butcher of London, by the way?"

"The monster who sucked in the blood of thousands."

"That could describe any number of beasties in this world, Father Sean."

He sighed, "I am not your enemy."

"Not at the moment. We have a vamp to deal with. Come on out you stupid git! I can sense your terror."

Pride and fury sparked into a conflagration of primal lusts, "You are one to talk."

Her voice was throaty, sultry. Obviously, she had honed her voice to snare men. How demeaning to all women. We could be smarter, stronger than them. We didn't need to seduce them in like wild flowers to bees.

"I am not afraid of a spineless bitch who makes boys into immortal toys instead of finding a real man."

She appeared beyond the busted doors, eyes red. She wore, of course, crimson red. Some girls need to seriously try other colors. Loser men only have eyes for that color. The better the man the more he appreciates other hues, tints and sometimes the dullness women wore.

She did the full body scan, then stiffened at my waist. What the drat was she looking at?

Her eyes narrowed, "You fucking whore. He is mine!"

I was puzzled by this sudden verbal attack, "Father Anderson?"

That would be really fucking amusing. This vamp girl following Anderson all around, saying things like, "Honey, I vant to suck your blood."

"The first of us. Our sire. Dracula."

Well, if I added Anderson's assertion that Alucard was Dracula, and that she was jumping to the same based on me possessing Alucard's ring, which I forgot about having on and that it may attract interest, then Alucard was Dracula, who in turn was Vlad the Impaler. Then came the question: What answer would I give her?

I smiled, "Oh? I'm Dracula's woman? That must singe your vamp sensibilities. A mere human has your master's undivided attention."

She gritted her teeth, made a move to approach, but electricity arced to her from my reason barrier.