A/N: once again, I don't own anything...
Thirsty, so thirsty.
Major Montana Max walked down the cramped corridor of the U-313. He and his command staff had commandeered the vessel shortly after the attack, fuming and wishing for revenge.
It had been a debacle. They had managed to create artificial ghouls, but on the eve of starting to mass produce the artificial vampires, they had been attacked by Hellsing. That damned child and monster and destroyed their facility just before they could do more than implant the device into his closest officers and immediate subordinates. His grand scheme, his dream to live for the joys of war limitlessly had been derailed.
But only for the time being. He and his group were at this moment on the way to Brazil, where a small facility had been set up with what records and equipment he could sneak out of the Fatherland without getting caught. But even that had a price tag on it. Several Colonels had demanded a place with the Millennium project and the Führer had granted them their wish.
He gritted his newly gained fangs. It was his project, and damn them all for dictating the path of Order 666.
He bumped into something and was about ready to snap when he saw who it was that he had collided with.
"My apologies, Dok. I vas lost in thought again."
His chief scientist looked down at him and shook off the apology. His lab coat, once pristine was now perpetually stained with the latest meal. "Do not concern yourself vith it, I understand your frustrations. Vhich reminds me, Rip vishes to see you at your earliest moment."
The Major nodded. The vampire had been useful as a test subject and model, and in recompense for her difficulties he had granted her a position in the Letzte Battallion as a Lieutenant. It was the most he could do without having to go to his 'superiors' for permission.
He found the vampire on the conning tower of the U-boat. She was gazing out at the night sky, getting used to the glasses she now wore. She was wearing a uniform, but looked somewhat out of place in it, the clothes hanging from her lanky form still. Her hair drifted in the wind, the one curl defying the breezes' caress.
"Dok said you vanted to see me?" he said.
She turned to him, the freckles on her face standing out against the pale skin. "Ja," she said.
He waited. She tended to get long winded when she wanted to ask for a favor. She had taken her place as a subordinate without much fuss, but she did seem to resent the tests they had performed on her somewhat.
"Vhen ve reach the mainland, vhat vill our orders be?" she asked, looking at him over the rim of her glasses.
"Ve'll be setting up a base first, then ve'll try to recreate vhat ve've managed to do to this point."
She looked at him. "Und Hellsing?"
"Ve vill deal vith them vhen the time is right. Ve haf to do more research on this 'Alucard' before ve attempt another insurgence."
He looked out at the distant blot of land. "But ve vill haf our revenge."
She looked out as well. "Be careful, Herr Major. Even Kaspar was sure of his victory over Samiel."
He smiled. "You are our counter to Samiel, Lieutenant. You are one of the hunters that shall bring our target down."
She started to sing.
"Tiere der Weiden, Tiere der Wälder! Schrei, der Ton meines Jagdhorns hallt durch die Hügel nach! Meine Gewehrkugel schlägt die Markierung immer, so steht das Jagdrevier den Jägern!"
Helpfull German Translation: Beasts of the pasture, beasts of the forest! Cry, the sound of my hunting horn resounds from the hills! My rifle bullet shall always hit the mark, and thus the hunting ground becomes the hunters!