A/N: Here's another one… My first time writing fighting, so input is more than welcome!

Rain.

It beat down upon the rushing figures in the courtyard. These men were the best soldiers, however, and Mother Nature had no sway over them. The thunder of their feet rang in the air, a steady drumbeat to the erratic rhythm of the falling water. The music of battle.

Integra ignored the falling rain, giving orders to the officer in front of her. The vampire was last seen disappearing into the sewer, and with her current number of personnel, she couldn't cover all of the exits. She had men at the main points, and she also had Alucard. It wasn't enough, but it would have to do. The officer saluted, and then jogged over to supervise the loading of the last armored truck. Integra checked her gun again, and ran her fingertips over the sword at her side. She took a second to wipe her glasses off, and then slid her arms into her coat sleeves. She was in her field uniform, and she had her best weapons beside her. It was time.

She took long strides to the remaining truck, and got in the passenger seat.

"So what will they do?"

"I don't know."

Eva sighed, a sound that was more static than actual noise. Their connection was terrible, but Seras had come to be able to ignore the background buzz. She changed hands, and nearly tangled herself in the phone cord. "I don't. I'll just lay lower than usual, I guess."

Another buzz of static. "Seras, Hellsing is back in service. They need vampires to hunt to stay that way. I doubt they'll leave you alone. Lying low may not be good enough. You may have to leave."

Seras balked. "Where would I go?" She didn't want to move anywhere. She was happy here. The children loved her, and she loved them too. The vampiress couldn't imagine a life elsewhere. This was her home now, and it filled some of the void that was once her life at Hellsing. She couldn't just leave them.

Eva was talking about airplane security when Seras interrupted her. "I'm not going."

"Why the hell not?"

"I'm not gonna run again… don't make me, Eva."

The sudden silence was filled by white noise.

"If that's what you really want, hon… I won't argue. Be careful, though."

"I-I will." She was startled by the click when Eva hung up, and then followed suit. I'm not running again… I've got to stand up for myself. She had to learn, because she'd be spending eternity without someone to hold her hand. Master was never good at that anyway. Resolved, she rubbed her eyes. Bloody contacts. It was time to change them, and then go to bed.

Eva replaced the receiver, and smiled. 'Atta girl.

The sewage welled around her boots, but she didn't let it bother her. Sir Hellsing had far more important things on her mind. The thin beams from the lights of the men at her back danced over the walls, weaving patterns in her vision. The order for radio silence had gone out, and she signaled the vanguard forward with a flick of her wrist. She had her gun in her left, her sword in her right. She was an equally good marksman with both hands, but she always favored her right for her blade. She kept it pointed down at the ground, held tense at her side. The razor sharp point lightly dragged in the water, creating small ripples. She flicked the safety off on her semi-automatic pistol with a thumb, and then cocked it in the same manner. Better to be overly prepared than caught unawares.

She put her back to the wall, and two men crouched next to her. They whirled around the corner at the same time, each facing a different direction. One signaled the 'all-clear,' and the rest of the unit followed. So far the area had been frustratingly devoid of their real target. Yes, they had run into some ghouls, which were quickly exterminated without difficulty. The vampire himself was nowhere to be seen. Alucard was sweeping in from the other direction, but he'd remained silent so far. That was not good. Integra was firmly in the "No news is a disaster" camp.

She saw the shadow a split second before the unit opened fire. It darted towards them, leaping onto a soldier. Integra brought her sword down in a swift arc, but the vampire darted away from the strike, and fled down the passage, heading deeper into the sewers. Integra was after him like a shot, the men hot on her heels.

However, the undead lost them easily, and soon running became pointless. Integra stopped, letting lose a curse. Her soldiers watched the halls, and just when she was about to speak, the radio violently sliced through the air. "Sir Hellsing… Sir Hellsing… come in, Sir Hellsing." Angrily, Integra ripped the radio from its holster at her side, and jammed her thumb on the talk button. "I ORDERED RADIO SILENCE! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?" When the report came through, she growled and shoved it back in its holster, and the unit headed back to the surface. Heads are going to roll.

He found her alone in a service corridor, near the entrance to the waste system. She was barking orders into a radio, and pacing wildly up and down the halls. Alucard formed in the shadows, and then emerged to stand at her side. "What now, Master? The vampire is deeper in the sewers. Are we going to follow?"

Integra growled. "No."

"No?"

"I have something else to deal with now. There's been another disaster that requires my immediate attention."

"Oh?"

Sir Hellsing clenched her fists. "Hellsing wasn't there to reinforce procedure, so all of the dead civilians rose as ghouls. The morgue they were taken to is almost overrun, and the dead employees may or may not rise soon. The situation is out of control, and spilling onto the streets." Her leather gloves creaked from the pressure. "I need to take the remaining men and see to it." Integra's jaw was locked, and she was furious. He knew it wasn't because of the incompetence, but because she was deprived of her retribution. A knight to the end.

"I take it you're leaving the vampire to me, then." The No-Life King tilted his head so the brim of his hat slid down a tad, and he flexed a hand. She regarded him coldly, and then swept off down the hall. Her green trench coat fanned out behind her, and her hair lifted with the winds caused by her own passing. She reached the corner, and stopped with a soft squeak of her shoes. She carried herself proudly, and did not look at him when she spoke.

"Don't be quick about it, servant."

She made the turn with a swish, and then in a quick flash of pale hair and green coat, she was gone. She needn't worry; he had no intention of rushing through this one. He needed the exercise. And if it suited his Master… he had all the time in the world.

He sank away into nothingness, intent upon his prey.

The Morgue was almost lost when the extermination began.

It was the rhythm of it that called to her, she supposed. The blade in her hand was reduced to a glittering streak, swooping around her in silver arcs to cut cleanly through the enemy. Ruby drops splattered her body, and left spots on her vision. Then again, for this, she didn't need to see. It was a dance, and she knew the steps by heart. Her partner in this waltz of destruction also served as her scythe, mowing down the undead like grain.

However, grain doesn't bleed.

These foes did. They poured their mockery of life onto the ground, souls long gone form their pathetic earthly shells. The floor began to become slippery, and that was Integra's cue to speed up the beat. Usually, she allowed her sword to lead, but here she took control. Thrusting the rapier in and ripping it out, carving figure eights in the enemy ranks, she wrote the Hellsing name in blood. She did it as she'd done before, and would do again.

The pattern threatened to break when her weapon stuck in a particularly persistent ghoul, but mechanically she brought up her gun, knowing the sword could be retrieved later. Her arm darted from head to head, her trigger finger dancing on the hot metal. They fell, and the music played on.

Rain falling, men marching, the screams of the dying, all were only parts of the song of battle, and Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing was born to dance.