Order 3:

Realization

Time Stamp: Present

Location: Badrick

Seras was grinning as she shot another ghoul with Redeemer. That made the score fourteen to twelve in her favor. She had to admit there were quite a few ghouls in this town as they went building by building in the abandoned section of the city. Pressing the release the magazine popped out as she loaded another. The redeemer was like Alucard's Jackal in that it was an ammo hog. The extended magazines allowed up to fourteen rounds and the gun could fire standard bullets for ghouls, explosive for annoying freaks and paladins and silver for the real vampire.

The redeemer didn't have the same kick as her old cannon did but it did a lot less damage to the surrounding area, a plus sense most of the fighting she did these nights was in doors or the surrounding area was too closed for use of the cannon. Another addition was the laser sight and silencer, when fully put together it looked like a mini sniper rifle. The silencer, however, only succeeded in lowering the blast sound to that of a normal gun report. Seras remembered when she first fired it and the troops demanded a silencer be placed on the weapon.

As she reloaded the weapon again she mental called out to Alucard. 'How many have you got?'

'Thirty…' Alucard came back.

'Thirty! Alucard come on, be honest or ill show you which of our weapons are the better…'

'Oh that would be fun savior, but in all honesty I have twenty five, looks like I get to take the paladin…'

'Yeah whatever…' Seras thought as she took out a trio of ghouls. 'You got the last paladin anyway!'

'That was more of a group effort remember' Alucard's chuckle could be heard in Seras' head as she remembered that night.

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Time Stamp: two years, 4 and half months before present, moments before second encounter with Anderson

Location: London

It was raining as Nathan walked down the street. 'Fitting that my return that it would be raining…'

He had already stopped to see his father and had informed him he would be returning to Italy after awhile. His father was a little disappointed but respected his son's wishes and they spent a few hours catching up. Nathan entered the cemetery just as the rain seemed to increase. He kept noting the irony to himself as he walked up the hill to where Seras was buried. After a quick search he found her headstone.

"Hi, sorry I've been gone for awhile. I just needed a way to clear my head; I might be gone for a while longer though. I think I found what I should do in Italy. God, I wish you were still around Seras, this life seems to be a joke without you." Nathan laid down some flowers before he got up and looked down towards the road. If he had only waited a few moments longer he would have missed a truly disturbing sight.

He watched as an armored transport open fire on a car. The car twisted out of control before it crashed. The driver got out and actually seemed to fly into the subway station. That wasn't the thing that shocked him so much but rather the woman that had actually fired the gun. He had to be losing his mind; it was this island it still had to many memories. He could have sworn it was Seras.

Half running down the accident he soon saw father Anderson enter the train station as well. Things were just getting to weird for Nathan, against his better judgment he entered the station as he followed father Anderson.

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Nathan heard gunfire, lots of gunfire. Shouting, human and inhuman alike was heard as he continued to edge carefully down the stair well. 'What would father Anderson be doing in a place like this?' Nathan thought to himself.

When he reached the first landing what he saw disturbed him. Decomposing bodies riddled with gunshot holes, a few men hear and there were dressing in military fatigues also laid about the floor. He could hear gunshots down in the tunnel, still against his better judgment he followed the found, though cautiously this time.

As he walked down the tunnel he saw a flash of light, like metal scraping against metal followed by a something loud hitting the ground. Then something like glass breaking followed by the sound of feet running inhumanly fast.

Entering into a run Nathan found the source of the sound. A train had literally been cut in two. The free side lay along the train, almost like something from a cut away book. Jumping inside he found a rather bizarre site in the train.

Papers, lots of papers that seemed to intertwine together flowed from where he was standing to the darkened exit at the far end of the train. There was a strange stench in the air. It smelt old, decaying almost. It was starting to become over powering when Nathan found the source of the disgusting smell. Being held by the paper like chains was a body in a red trench coat. As Nathan got closer he quickly realized the man was headless. "Oh God…"

A way of nausea swept across Nathan at the sight of the headless body. Suddenly he heard gunshots coming further down the tunnel. Taking it as an excuse to get away from the horrific sight Nathan jumped from the train and ran down the tunnel towards the source of the sound.

Half way to the source of the sound a swarm of bats flew over him. The sound of they made was defining but the sheer number of them all. Then they were gone, Nathan was about ready to except the possibility that he was losing his mind. He should never have come back to England with Father Anderson; he wasn't ready yet to face his loss.

Suddenly a larger gun report reverberated threw the entire tunnel. Then another, and another, as Nathan turned the corner he couldn't believe his eyes. Father Anderson, armless, was charging a man in the same kind of trench coat that the body he found was wearing. Something glistened in Father Anderson's mouth, a sword!

Nathan watched in fascination as the man in the red trench coat opened fire, destroying the sword. "You bastard!" Father Anderson shouted to the man in red.

"Poor Vatican whipping boy, I've had enough fun for one night."

"Why do you two have to be like that?" someone said meekly. Nathan thought it was in his head, but when he edged a little closer for a better view he couldn't believe it. Seras, she was alive. Something about her was different though, her eyes, they were red, not from crying but the iris themselves were red!

"Will meet again, vampire." Father Anderson said as sheets of paper over took his body.

"What the hell is going on…" Nathan said softly to himself.

"Who's there?!" It was Seras whose voice called out. Nathan didn't know what to do, should he step out and reveal himself? Was Father Anderson speaking the truth when he called them vampires?

"Again, who's there?" Seras demanded, she was closer now to Nathan. He couldn't think of what to do, the idea of Seras being alive was sending him in circles as it was. He was about to respond, if he were simply losing his mind there wouldn't be any harm. If it was Seras, then he had questions that he wanted answered. Unfortunately the choice wasn't his. Before Seras could turn the corner the still falling sheets of Latin paper became reanimated.

Flying towards Nathan they performed the same magic they had for Anderson and spirited him away from the tunnel, and away from Seras.

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Time Stamp: two years, 4 and half months before present, minutes after second encounter with Anderson

Location: St. Paul's church, London, Iscariot safe house

"Father what the he… what in the lords name is going on!" Nathan demanded once the disorientation of being transported by holy papers subsided. Nathan guessed from his surroundings that he was in a church of some kind. Mr. Maxwell and another Father was their as well, attending to Father Andersons wounds.

"Ye shouldn't have seen that lad. Tiss a good thing that I sensed ye, or else the demon in ye fiancée's body would be feasting on ye right now."

"Demon… Father what the hell are you talking about, who was that man in red that you were trying to kill?" Nathan said, forgetting the company and location he was in.

"Father Renaldo, please take young Nathan aside and explain to him, I think he has a right to know now that he has seen them." Maxwell said as monitored some equipment hooked up to the regenerator's body.

Father Renaldo was older than both Maxwell and Anderson. All the times he had ran into the father he had an air of reservation about him and rarely talked. When he did speak however, his words were full of wisdom that Nathan seldom disagreed with the old father. The two of them walked out to the churches garden and watched the rain.

"Nathan, your fiancée's Seras isn't the person that you knew. She has become what we call undead, either by choice or against her will. The man in red would be the Nosfarutu Alucard, the demons master." The father said.

"Look, father, I can't believe that. For one she is dead, two she wouldn't hurt a fly let alone kill someone."

"You saw her yourself Nathan. She may not have hurt a fly as a human but her instincts will drive her to kill. She isn't the person that you once knew. Not that long ago, a priest had become a vampire and totally lost all sense of whom he once was. He destroyed an entire town before he was released from his imprisonment here on earth."

"I still can't believe that is true. I mean vampires? I read Dracula when I was younger and that's all I ever thought it was, just a story."

"Most stories have a base of truth among the legends, unfortunately vampires are very, very true Nathan."

"I'm just taking a guess here but I take it you and the others in there aren't exactly typical Catholics."

Renaldo chuckled, "No your right, Maxwell, myself, Anderson, Yumiko, Heinkel, and about seventy others protect the church against those that would destroy and defile the word of God. We call ourselves the Iscariot section thirteen. We have existed almost sense the beginning, God's divine agents punishment of heaven."

Nathan thought about the Fathers words for a moment before a realization crossed his mind, making him go pale. "Your not going to let me live, are you? I know to much than I should."

"That choice is in ye own two hands, lad." Anderson said walking up behind the two; his arms had already fully regenerated, though his clothing didn't share the same ability.

"Father, your arms…" Nathan stammered.

"Aye, they were shot off my that demon Alucard, but God's gift keeps me from being hurt to much as ye can see."

"That's, simply amazing, but what do u mean the choice is in my hands Father."

"It's rather simple Nathan, you may come and help us rid the world of heathens and demons, or we send you back home to the Father and the Son." Maxwell said as he joined the group outside. Nathan was taken back, he never expected to hear a Father threaten his life, let alone phrase it in such away.

"Seras really is…"

"Aye lad, her soul is lost until her body may be laid to rest. Tell then she be in purgatory." Anderson said.

Nathan looked away from the group back to the garden. This was too much; he was just starting to accept the fact that Seras was dead. But if what they said was true than she has still suffering, so long as her body was still walking. "Can I have some time to think it over Father's?"

Maxwell gave a strange look, like the question should have been answered right then and there. "Look, if you're as powerful as you say you are than if I try to run I wont get very far now will I."

"Alright Nathan, you have till day break to decide. Stay on these grounds, their protected from the demons of the night." With that, Maxwell and Father Renaldo turned and re-entered the church.

"How long have you been doing this Father, this demon hunting business?" Nathan asked Anderson who had remained behind.

"I have been doin this sense th second world war lad."

Nathan was surprised; he put the Father at about thirty years of age. Normally he would have said he was pulling his leg, but given recent events his answer didn't shock him as nearly as it should have.

"Have you fought her before, Seras I mean." Nathan asked, still looking out at the garden not wanting to meet the Fathers eyes.

"Aye, but before I met ye, tiss out duty to kill demons and free those that they imprison."

Nathan sighed, he thought about Seras, both before and after. Before that night all those days ago her eyes were so soft and full of love and hope. When he saw her not an hour ago, they looked nothing like her. It was like someone else had her body. Maybe it was those images that let him make his choice, he didn't want his love to suffer anymore.

"Alright Father, ill join, under one condition."

"What's that lad?"

"That I be the one to free Seras, it's only right."

"Very well lad, very well."