(Author's Note: Sorry for the slight lack in posts…not that it was any longer than my last one…heheh…But now I'm back with a vengeance! Strikes dramatic pose reminiscent of Alucard, Logos Naki World plays in background. Z holds position for several minutes. And several minutes more. And several minutes more. You get the idea. Now forgive me for not having any male members of Iscariot in here, yet. They will come soon enough. Also, in the past few chapters, I inserted dividers of seven asterisks, but they don't seem to have shown up in the actual site. From now on I'll just use more space. It got really annoying to type in those little stars in each time. Thank you all for your wonderful reviews sniff, and your encouragement, sniff, and the time you took out of your lives for reading my fic. Breaks out sobbing. Thank you all so much! Z pushes "play" on stereo, stereo plays triumphant Oscar music plays, Z is hands himself a bouquet, walks offstage with tears and doing the Queen's wave.)

Order 8: Rescue and Revelations

The car drove off through the streets of London. Unfortunately for Don, he was in fact in the English capitol, so he was instantly caught up in traffic. Gloria sat next to him, contacts back in, starring out the window. She really is one hell of a girl, he thought to himself. The sun had just set but the western sky was still a lavender pastel punctuated by citrus oranges of clear sky. Too bad she's a #$ing vamp, so there's no way I'd #$ her. Wonder if those freaky bastards got any regular chicks with'em…

Don turned around to glance in the backseat. The boy was still asleep, as he should be. Don had no idea what his employers could want in a punk like him, except for maybe for a new recruit…Don shivered involuntarily at the thought. While immortality was tempting, he had no intent to transcend that way. He hated to think what they would do to the boy, so he pushed the thought out of his mind and returned to inching across the city.

Once this was over, he would get his money and leave. One million U.S. could get you a lot of places. Maybe he would go to the Caribbean and buy a boat? He had always been a decent sailor. He could almost feel the oceanic breeze on his face, almost taste the Cuban cigar in his mouth, and almost feel the warm body of some tropical beauty against him as he passed through London. It was almost in his grasp…

Walter C. Dornez was dressed in his usual attire under a brown trench coat that he had kept from his days during the Cold War and carrying a briefcase in his left hand. He was currently directly beneath Marcus, though neither knew it at the moment, in London's sewer system. Several of the tunnels linked up to the subway system, so it was quite easy to slip in and out of the dirty catacombs. He had found this an easy way to cross London with all haste, but preferred to save it for emergencies. The stench made him quite aware of how much he missed his kitchen. And the rats! He couldn't stand the little imps. Though he wasn't afraid of them, they represented everything he worked against while in Hellsing H.Q.

The tunnel started to quake under his feet, signaling a passing train nearby. He was almost there…

"Alright Gloria, we're here," said Don as he parked the car. They were at one of the cheaper docks in the yard, and were far away from any of the underpaid security guards who had left that night for carnal pleasure in other parts of town.

In front of them was a large warehouse used to store empty crates by the harbor management. Don went up to the door and knocked six times. It opened a crack and he spoke in hushed voices with whoever was inside. He then nodded and walked back to the car.

"I'm gonna bring in the whelp, you just get in there and you'll be back with your friends soon," said the thug to Gloria. Don then picked Marcus up out of the backseat. The body twitched in his arms, but did not wake. He then led Gloria into the building and shut the door behind him.

Inside among the empty boxes stacked to the skylights, were several silent guards armed with AK-47s (standard issue bad guy equipment), a small card table with a lamp and two men sitting at the table facing Don. The two men appeared to be polar opposites, but Don and Gloria knew them to be the notorious Valentine Brothers. Jan, the younger, was dressed in a black jogging suit with a black ski cap featuring a single eye on his head. In the dim light, all Don could see was the eye, his face, and the zipper of his shirt. Luke, the elder, wore a similar suit; only this one was white with a white jacket over it. He wore his long blonde hair in a ponytail tied with a blue ribbon as he looked at his visitors over circular glasses.

"Hello Don. So glad to see you were successful with Ms. Gloria in capturing our young friend," said Luke, smiling calmly at the three. Don noticed his fangs sticking out of his lips and shivered. "Good evening Ms. Gloria. Good to see you could join us my dear."

Gloria repressed a shudder as Jan started speaking. "Now you remember what we told you Don, you better not have #$ed her while she was crashin' at your place! You know better than to #$ with us, don't you Don?" he said with a sick smile plastered on his face. "Gloria! Get over here bitch!"

Gloria walked over, her shoes clacking on the concrete floor. Jan watched her every move as she went to stand behind him. It was only then that she noticed that the guards were actually ghouls wearing riot gear. She didn't want to think about where Jan had gotten his equipment.

"Now Don, we have your money in this briefcase," said Luke while picking said case off the floor. "All you have to do is bring young Marcus over to us and you can take your money and leave."

Don hurried over, sweat running down his face and hands. Jan snickered but said nothing. He laid Marcus on the ground. Breathing hard, he took the briefcase and made a hasty retreat.

"That's all for me. I got nothing to do from here on, got it? I'm gonna take my money and leave. Got it?" Don said.

"Duly noted," replied Luke in a bored voice. Don took a few steps backwards, and then ran out of the warehouse and into his car. The heard him speed off into the distance. Turning, the blonde man turned to Gloria. "Excellent work my dear. You accomplished your objective without any hang-ups this time. Be sure to not screw things up, as you usually do," he said with venom in his voice. Luke got up and walked over to Marcus, sniffing the air.

"This is him alright. Just like Lieutenant Van Winkle said…" stated Luke, with a curious expression on his face. He leaned in to look at Marcus. "Why would they put such power in such a weak and insufficient package? Look at him, no mechanical parts, no vampirism, not even enough meat on these bones to feed a single gho-Guh!"

His analysis was cut short by a roundhouse kick that made him bite his tongue. Marcus gave him his best Alucard Grin TM.

"I have enough muscle to take you on, pretty-boy!" Marcus said triumphantly.

"Marcus no! Just do what they say and- AAAAHHHH!" cried out Gloria. Jan had knocked her to the floor with a backhand slap.

"Why isn't he asleep, you little bitch! He should be asleep!" roared Jan.

"That was my idea, asshole. While that tattooed jerk had me, I pretended to be asleep the whole time; and in case you hadn't known, my name is Marcus Banks, Private 2nd Class in the Hellsing Organization's private army. They will know I'm gone and come looking for me, and when they find me, they'll tear you apart!" declared Marcus, his eye's shining in the dim light. "And if you so much as touch her again, you freak, I'll kill you myself."

Jan smiled at his brother, who was picking himself off the floor. Both looked as if they had heard a tremendous joke and were laughing hysterically.

"Look at this, brother. It seems we caught ourselves a little hero! What are you going to do little orphan? You are outnumbered fifty to one, you have no weapons (as if they'd help you at all), and I see no backup coming in the next half an hour. By that time, we'll all be heading back to the Lieutenant. So you can say goodbye to any hope you had coming, because it will be too late!" said Luke with a sneer. They both laughed madly as a faint swishing sound went through the air.

Jan stopped laughing and said "Hey Luke, what's that-

Ten ghouls next to him fell in a pool of rotting blood and meat. The others raised their weapons, but twenty more fell, finally achieving their final rest.

"Get over here, the rest of you!" shouted Luke to the remaining ghouls. "What the hell is going on here!"

Marcus spun around, trying to find the source of the carnage. Is it Gloria? She doesn't seem like the type to- no, she's lying on the floor as confused as I am. Then what?

Then he froze. In the light of the lamp, he thought he saw what looked like spider web, flying through the air, as if caught in the breeze. He traced its path as it whipped around and wrapped around the neck of a ghoul. The monster was suddenly pulled up to the ceiling, where its head was cut off and its body fell to the floor with a sickening thunk.

Pulling out a shortened rifle, Luke scanned the room until his eyes fell on Gloria. Yanking her off the ground, he held her by her hair. Putting the barrel of his weapon on the back of her head, he shot Marcus a sneer.

"Alright, orphan! I think that's quite enough magic tricks for now. Make another move and your little bitch here dies!" he warned.

Marcus turned toward him, the wind out of his sails. He was bluffing before, but hadn't expected anything like this to happen. It could only be Alucard. Who else had this kind of power? "I'm not doing anything! This isn't me!"

"Nice try orphan, but there's no one else here! If not you, then who, pray tell, is it?" said Luke. Jan had pulled out tow massive machine guns out of a crate and was looking around the room.

"I believe that you have forgotten my presence in this situation, Mr. Valentine," said a calm voice from the other end of the warehouse. From the shadows a single lens of glass reflected what little light was in the room above a row of white teeth. Jan opened fire on the shape, but it was already gone.

Whatever it was laughed quietly. "Oh come now, Mister Jan. You can't kill me. There are none who can but God. You can't run," a ghoul in the cluster fell. "You can't hide," three more were down, that strange wire leading their destruction. "And you can't fight back." The gun against Gloria's head fell apart, cleanly cut as if by a surgeon. "All you Freaks can do is wait for the Angel of Death to bring you to your final grave." The barrels of Jan's guns were cut off, leaving only short stubs.

From out of the gloom, footsteps approached. Luke and Jan could only watch in horror, their mouths agape and sweat running down their faces. Gloria too was transfixed in horror at the figure that approached. Only Marcus could speak.

"Walter?"

The butler smiled as his monocle gleamed in the light. "Good evening Mr. Banks. I see that you have been handling things quite well for one who has just joined the ranks of Hellsing. For now though, please permit me to take care of this filth."

He waved his hands, sending his deadly wires slicing through the air. They dispatched the remaining ghouls in seconds. All were torn to ribbons by the silver metal the moment they made contact with it.

"Hahaha! The old man thinks he can still play with the dogs of war, eh? Well you are about to get #$ing iced, man!" giggled Jan as he picked up two guns from the fallen ghouls and opened fire on the man. Walter rolled out of the way as the bullets followed him behind to a pile of crates. Leaping up on top of them, Walter stood his ground as the vampires looked up at him.

"Come little babes, try your manhood up here!" he called down to them. Both Valentine brother's grinned at each other and jumped from box to box until they were both on the top of the crates.

"I think this geezer has lost his #$ing mind!" said the younger brother.

"I quite agree, dear brother. How can anyone as decrepit and wrinkled as he even think he can compare with our enhanced might?" said the older brother.

Walter was waving his hands in front of him and backing up. Marcus watched as his only hope seemed to be retreating. The Angel of Death only had a few feet between him and open air on top of the pile, and had soon crossed those to.

With a roar of victory, the two vampires leaped forward. As they sailed through the air, they heard a slight swishing sound. Their eyes flew open as they stopped and starred at Walter. He only grinned as they fell to pieces, both of them cut down by the web that the Angel of Death had led them into.

Hopping down from the stack of crates, he saw Marcus openly goggling him.

"I admit that I am getting on in years, but there are some things that don't fade with the passage of time. I'm sorry I took so long Mr. Banks," said Walter with a bow. "For now, I believe it would be best for both of us to-

He stopped and looked to Marcus's left. Gloria was starring at him with absolute horror on her face, unable to move. With a bow, Walter said "Forgive me miss; I had not introduced myself earlier. My name is Walter C. Dornez. May I inquire as to who you are?"

After looking at him with a confused, she glanced at Marcus who smiled reassuringly at her. "My name is Gloria, Mr. Dornez. I sincerely thank you for saving my life a moment ago. If there is anything else you may need of me, just ask."

"You're too kind. Whoever said that the next generation was lacking in manners?" he stepped towards the door. "Please accompany Mr. Banks and myself back towards Hellsing head quarters. I'm sure that Mr. Banks has no objections?"

He looked back at Marcus, but saw that Gloria had wrapped her arms around him and was kissing him deeply. With a smile, he walked outside to wait for the two.

After breaking their lips apart, Gloria said "Marcus, what should I do? The Hellsing Organization hunts vampires. They'll probably shoot me down before I reach the door. I can't go there!"

"Don't worry. I know Sir Integra. She probably won't mind another vampire helping out. She already has two you know," said Marcus, looking into her eyes. "Just be sure to mention that you have vital information and I'm sure she will be happy to have you."

They both walked outside where Walter waited there with Seras Victoria in front of one of Hellsing's Black Ops. vans. She glared at Marcus as he approached, and he had the sudden instinct to run for his life.

"How dare you think for one second that you could spend all night away from H.Q. without telling anyone! We had no idea where you were!" she shouted.

"Miss Victoria it's quite alright. He is safe now and" Walter began but Seras cut him off.

"I was out of my mind with worry! You could have been kidnapped! You could have been killed! You could have been-

"Seras I was kidnapped. I'll never do it again, so will you stop it already?" Marcus said with a smile.

The fledgling sighed. "I know you won't Marcus. I was just so worried about you. We all were, especially Sir Integra. I've haven't seen her this upset since she found out Alucard had hidden all her cigars."

She turned to Gloria. "And who might you be? Are you a- wait a second! You're vampire!" Seras turned back to Marcus her eyebrows climbing up her forehead. "You spent all night out with a vampire!" she asked incredulously.

"Nothing happened!" he said, blushing like a baboon. "Gloria, this is Seras Victoria. She's a vampire to, just like you."

"How do you do?" said Gloria with a hesitant smile. Seras walked up to her, looking her straight in the eye.

"Just tell me one thing…" she said with an air of menace.

"O-Okay," said Gloria.

"How do you get your hair to do that! It looks gorgeous on you! And those shoes! Oh my God, I've been looking everywhere for something like those!" shrieked Victoria with a bubbly smile.

Gloria beamed. "I found them at Louie Vitton, aren't they the best? I spent about thirty pounds on them!"

As the two women talked Marcus sweatdropped and looked at Walter. The older man just shrugged and they all got into the van.

Walking in from the Hellsing garage, Walter was going over a checklist of things he must do to facilitate another vampire in the mansion as they walked to Sir Integra's office. It was still quite late at night, so most of the soldiers had already gone to bed after word had reached them of Marcus's rescue.

"Are the lights always off in this place or is it just me?" asked Seras.

"Well, you always are up and about during the night, so we shut most of the lights off at ten o'clock, unless we have a mission in action," replied Walter.

Gloria grabbed Marcus's hand as they climbed the grand staircase. Her hands were sweating and her gaze was worried as she looked at Marcus. He caught the glance and smiled back, though he knew he was just trying to reassure her. Sir Integra couldn't stand two vampires in her home (though she didn't show it to any of them), so he would be asking for quite a lot with Gloria.

Walter opened the door to Sir Integra's office hesitantly. "Sir Integra? I have returned with Mr. Banks, Ms. Victoria, and one survivor," he paused. "Sir Integra? Are you awake?" He motioned for them to enter.

She was sitting in her chair, facing the window. The crescent moon shone in, now low on the horizon. Her desk was cluttered with paper work and an empty cigar box. Smoke was rising from behind her chair, and she didn't say a word as Marcus and Gloria walked forward. Marcus turned around to see Seras and Walter giving him a thumb up and walking out the door. He gulped.

"Mr. Banks, do you know who I am?" came Sir Integra's voice from behind the chair.

"Yes Sir Integra," replied Marcus, now sweating as much as Gloria.

"And where do you think you are?" Sir Integra asked.

"I-I'm in your off-

"You know nothing!" she wheeled around in her chair, her silver hair disheveled, her glasses askew, and her cigar down to a stub. "You know absolutely nothing! I am Sir Integra Wingates Hellsing, the leader of the Hellsing Organization! I serve the Queen of England on the Council of Twelve, I am the leader of three thousand troops, I am the master of the vampire Alucard and his fledgling, Seras Victoria, and I am the only heir to one of the most feared and respected vampire hunting families on Earth! You are now in my office! You have deliberately disregarded my orders and gotten kidnapped by the enemy, making me put the only man I can trust in harms way, and you have the gall to come back here with a vampire! You know nothing! The only possible explanation for this is that you were knocked senseless and forgot who you were and who you worked for. Do you know what you have even done!"

Marcus could only stare at her, mouth agape and eyes bulging. Sir Integra stood there, heaving in rage. She got up and walked around her desk to stand in front of him.

"I take you into my home, give you a chance to exact vengeance on those who killed your family, and what do you do? You blow it all off! Have you no shame? Have you no dignity as a soldier in my army?" she shouted. "What the bloody Hell is wrong with you! Damn it all! I should fire you! I should turn you out on the street so you can go and die like the little hopeless brat you are! Why is this monster even here!"

"She saved my life," he said. His head was hanging down on his chest and he spoke in a quiet voice. "She didn't mean to do any of this. She didn't even want to become a vampire. They were going to give me over to the bad guys and she helped me when I needed her most,"

Marcus whipped his head up to glare at Sir Integra with tears running down his face. "How can you say that to me when you are the same way with Alucard!" he yelled.

Smack!

The next thing he knew he was on the floor, with Sir Integra standing over him. Her hand had left a red mark on his face. Gloria gasped and held her hand to her mouth as the two just froze there. Both glared at each other, gritting their teeth. Integra finally put her hand down to her side as Marcus got up and started walking towards the door.

"Come on Gloria, let's go get you settled…" he said without looking at her. She followed with a nervous glance at Sir Integra who hadn't moved.

(Author's Note: Would all Integra fans (isn't that everyone?) please forgive me for making her a major bitch in this chapter. Given the circumstance, I think that this is how things would have gone out. Pauses. Yeah, that's all I got…)