Chapter 7

I don't own hellsing, so please don't sue me.

I want to let you know that this story is not going to be 20 chapters long, and I am probably going to end it pretty soon.

James was startled from his dream-like state in Integra's bed with the feminine scream that penetrated his entire being with fear. With the realization that the scream was not foreign, he jumped out of bed frantically yanking on a pair of pants. Coming to the source of the disturbance, he opened the door to a scene that chilled his body to his bones. Integra was backed up against a wall, and he knew that she had accidentally left her handgun in the bedroom in her rush. That was the first thing that had terrified him. The second thing was 5 freaks cornering her. There was one particuarily large freak that seemed like the leader of the group, and the other 4 were snickering behind him. As he stood there in shock, he watched as the leader pulled a machine gun out and pointed it at the love of his life. As if he were awakening from a dream, he realized the harsh reality of the situation and let the adrenaline and love take over his body. He could not let Integra die like this. Sprinting from his spot in the door to the leader, he flew through the air in a flying tackle that brought the freak down. Retching the gun out of the freak's hands in a frantic struggle, one of the onlookers brought out a smaller gun and shot James through the head, also killing the freak on the floor.

Integra watched the scene unfold in utter horror. Screaming, she flung herself to the floor beside James. Staring at his bloody dead face for a couple seconds, she growled "Over my dead body will they get away with this." She picked up the machine gun beside her and shot apart the rest of the drooling scumbags with a grimace on her lips and tears in her eyes. Kicking aside the corpses, she left the kitchen to seek her revenge.

Out in the hallway, Walter was standing in the midst of the mayhem. Freaks in various stages of dismemberment and death were littered on the floor. The angel of death was at work. Walter was amazing. He looked absolutely fascinating as his strings were whipping all around him, and freaks were falling in waves. With a burst of adrenaline, she took the gun and shot down 20 freaks in one frantic assault. By her estimate, there was about 150 there in total, and about 75 dead on the ground. Through the action she managed to see Seras, gunning down freaks also, doing her part, but no Alucard. She crushed skulls under her foot, and spat on corpses as she made her way closer to the action. In her burning hatred and searing anger, she probably killed 50 herself.

Finally. It was over. Integra sank to her knees in utter disbelief and shock of the hell she had just went though. Walter came up to her and sat down beside her. He put his arm around her shoulders and softly murmured "Come on now Sir Integra, it is all over now, no one is hurt."

Integra looked up at him with pain and tears in her eyes and managed to choke out "James is dead. He died protecting me." Swallowing the tears that invaded her eyes, she still managed to look like the distinguished head of hellsing.

Walter had a shocked expression on his face. He knew exactly what went on behind closed doors when Integra and James were in a room together. He knew exactly how much James meant to her. But there was no words for it. No words could help soften the pain that was probably eating her heart right now. All he could do for his master was sit with her on the dirty floor with her, listening to her racking sobs, with Seras Victora looking on.

SO WHAT IS HAPPENING WITH ALUCARD?

Alucard gasped in disbelief. A gorgeous raven haired beauty with blood red eyes was sitting there, lounging on a table, gazing at him with dreamy hooded eyes. An ancient vampire, as old as he.

Suddenly, a flicker of recognition ran through Alucard's red eyes which the ancient beauty picked up on.

"Yes, Alucard, it is me. You remember you're old partner... and wife whom you oh so unceremoniously left. As soon as you went all noble there you went... with Carmilla De Valois sitting in our manor, and then everyone knew that the wife of Vlad Tspesh had been left. I was a pity case! Of course you wouldn't even know how that felt... A whole legacy that we had built up had just been left in the dirt because of you. No one even knew who I was, because you just had to take all the credit for torturing mortals."

Alucard, after hearing Carmilla's little rant, simply tossed his head back and laughed. "Carmilla, you fool, what is you're point? It is over and done. Why are you even here? " Alucard turned his back on Carmilla to leave, but a hand as strong as steel stopped him.

Looking at the owner of the hand, Carmilla's eyes had gone from dreamy to murderous. "I am here to claim my revenge for centuries of shame! So now, finally, after years of anguish, you will meet your fate." Carmilla pulled out of her dress a 4 foot long samurai sword. Alucard never even had time to react. With one fell swoop, Alucard's head came rolling to the hard stone floor, followed by both arms and a leg. Thinking quick, Carmilla tossed his head into a burlap sack and his arms out the window. "You pitiful fool. You thought I wouldn't come back being pissed off for what you did to me? "She opened the bag and spat in Alucard's lifeless face. She turned to storm out of the room when a sudden squelch from within the bag stopped her. With confusion clouding her eyes and judgment, she dropped the bag and peered inside. A flock of bats burst out, knocking her down to her feet. Gasping in horror, she crawled towards the door as she saw the one thing in her life that would truly horrify her. Bats started pouring in the windows, and materializing from under the table in the middle of the room. When the bats stopped moving, there was Alucard, standing in the middle of the room, acting like nothing had happened, but pulling his jackal out of his coat.

"Stupid bitch" he muttered with a grimace on his face. With one silver bullet to Carmilla's gorgeous face, his problem was gone and dissolved in a pile of black dust on the ancient church floor. The last thing that she saw was the many eyed horrifying dog, snarling in her face.

Brushing a bit of dust off of his red coat, Alucard leapt out of the cathedral window grinning insanely, knowing his job was done. Walking down the lonely streets of London, he thought of his beloved master, and unexplainably felt fear course through his body. True fear. He hadn't felt that in a great many years, but he guessed that when it came to Integra, nothing should be taken for granted. Then suddenly, a thought struck him. What if Carmilla's sudden appearance was some sort of an elaborate plot to take away the thing he cherished most of all, and strip him of everything that mattered to him and destroy him completely? With panic, reasonable or not, he raced with supernatural speed to the Helling manor.

Ok, sorry this took so long to get out, but I got busy, and here it is. Please R&R, I really like the feedback. Look for me in Harry Potter Fanfic, I will be doing one of those soon too. See you soon

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