A/N: Computer is all better, so time for an A/N. Let's see… LOTV was added to another C2 archive. I'm so amazed… Thank you all for your reviews, I cherish each one. I swear, some of you feed my ego too well. It'll get fat. ; ) I have plot purpose again… but no ending… yet.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Hellsing, or any of its characters. Hellsing is (c) Kouta Hirano. However, this storyline, Eva and The Staircase are (c) me, MZM

The trail was clear.

Alucard's steps thudded on the concrete, following the set before him. That vampire had passed this way. He picked up the pace, and flexed his newly active hands. This was going to last… he was going to make this nice and slow.

It wasn't long before he caught up with his fleeing prey. The second vampire stopped, and turned to see who was following him. "Another bloody Hellsing? Damn!" He smiled, and pulled out a sawed-off shotgun. He leveled it at Alucard's head, and pulled the trigger. The blast came towards Alucard in slow motion, and he regarded it with interest. Quickly coming to a conclusion, the No-Life King decided to have a little fun. The blast ripped through his head, taking it off in little pieces.

The vampire walked over to the bloody corpse on the ground, and kicked it. "Dumbass."

The trash began to walk away, and did not notice the body behind him re-forming, or feel the tendrils of darkness creeping up his back. By the time they grabbed him and spun him around, it was too late. The Nosferatu rose to his feet, and his fingers of shadow began to twist the undead flesh before him, snapping bones and crunching cartilage. The worthless dirt screamed, and The No-Life King smiled.

Alucard's shadows pierced the scum's body, wrapping themselves around his organs, squeezing his unholy heart out of time. The worthless undead screamed again, and the Nosferatu cried out in sheer delight. Slowly he pulled at the other's innards, disconnecting them carefully, then ripping them violently from the skin that bound them. He kept his fell grip on the heart and brain, but left them in their places. The little piece of shit needed them to 'live' on. The rest of the slime splattered on the shadowy walls, and spilled onto the floor.

The unworthy immortal screamed and screamed, and Alucard loved every second of it.

Then he squeezed, wringing the unlife from this disgusting mistake. It died in agony, slowly, with remorse. Alucard drew the mangled flesh towards him, and then manically tore it to shreds. Viscera splattered the walls, ceiling and floor. The No-Life King grinned, and he dropped the meager remains in a pile on the floor. WONDERFUL!

His laughter rang in the halls made of blood and darkness.

There were three left, and her gun was empty.

Integra pulled the trigger again, and was answered with a hollow click. She dropped it onto the floor, and it landed with a dull clank on the concrete. She calmly looked up at the advancing trio of ghouls. Her sword was in a fallen enemy about ten feet behind her. This was no crisis, however. Slow as they were, she could go get her weapon and be in front of them again in no time. Then again, she was alone, angry, and the music was still playing.

She stood her ground as they advanced, her mind running over the scene in the railcar. The bodies, the death, the slaughter.

The tempo increased.

A monster raised its hand out to her, and it brushed the side of her face.

Integra raised her balled fist, and threw it out with enough force to floor a human. The ghoul staggered back, its neck at an unnatural angle. She brought the fist back in a backhanded strike, and the ghoul whipped into the wall of the narrow passage. The first two continued moving forward, and she walked up to meet them. Sweeping her foot around in a vicious semi-circle, she tripped one, and then the other met with her fist. Several times. Eventually he too hit the wall.

It was only a moment's work to retrieve her blade, and she walked back over to the three still twitching on the ground. Her sword rose and fell, conductor and star of this symphony of death. Integra left the rapier stuck in one of the bloody messes, and directed her attention to the first ghoul, which was doggedly trying to rise to its feet.

She reached down and grasped the hair of the monster, then turned it to face her. The blank and hungry eyes bore into her flesh, and its repulsive hands grabbed at her coat. Integra burned into it with her own impassive eyes, and then calmly reached into her coat, and pulled out a cigar. She rammed a knee into the ghoul's chest to keep it pinned against the wall, then reached in her pocket with the other to retrieve her lighter. Holding it up to her mouth, she lit her cigar, and took a long drag. It dangled at a jaunty angle from her lips, and she smirked. She flicked the lighter once more, and used her free hand to tilt the sluggishly struggling ghoul's head back. Sir Hellsing breathed smoke in its face, then lowered the lighter to its clothing. They caught almost immediately, and she removed her knee and hand in disdain.

The monster thrashed and howled, but it only lit the other corpses littering the ground. The Iron Maiden drew her sword from its temporary sheath, and carried it loosely at her side as she enjoyed a good smoke, and the cleansing fires of Hell burned at her back.

With sure steps, the last Hellsing walked back into the light.

Seras pulled on her nightshirt, and yawned. She had been trying to think of anything but Hellsing, and failing miserably. She had no doubt that Sir Integra would handle that monster, but what about her Master? What HAPPENED? Is he even still ali-

In the instant he was released from the physical seals several miles away, Seras knew he wasn't dead at all. Far from it. She fell onto the bed, all of her effort pouring into closing off their connection. I can't let him find me I can't let him find me I can't let him find me I can't let him find me…

She gritted her teeth with exertion, sweat pouring down her face. She rolled onto her back, and stared at the ceiling, shivering. Oh God, how long can I do this? I'm gonna need blood! Oh, nonono! The children! What if… oh..

Seras threw herself out of bed, and dragged herself into the hallway. The connection pressed down on her, threatening to crush her… it would be easier not to fight it… AAAHHHHHHHHHHHH! She pulled herself down the hallway, and to the living room. She grabbed the phone, and the base fell to the floor with a resonating crash. Feverently, she dialed three wrong numbers before Eva's.

Blessedly, the woman picked up on the second ring.

Alucard found her at the morgue, ready with his report.

"The vampire is dead."

"Good work."

She was breathing heavily, and dragging deep on her cigar. Much like him, she was covered in blood from head to toe. He stepped closer, grining like the maniac he was. She turned to face him, and chuckled. Integra blew smoke in his face, and brought the hilt of the sword up between them. "Away, Demon." Her tone was wry, her cat's eyes satisfied. He knew that if this hadn't happened just after a battle, she would have impaled him. How pleasant that would have been. He leaned into he hilt, putting his head close to hers. She smirked, and shoved the handle harder.

It was intoxicating, the air reeked with blood and flame. She herself stood before him, self-satisfied, covered in her enemies' crimson life, looking at him with those cool eyes. With interest he noted there was blood in her luxurious hair. "Why master, you let the enemy muss your hair." He reached forward with his now-red gloved hand, and caught a few pale strands. He twisted them between his fingers, reddening them further. The handle of the sword connected solidly with his hand, and he dropped the white-blonde threads. He looked at her face, and the look of annoyance in her eyes was perfect. To think I almost killed her. I almost let her go without a fight. Such a fool.

"Go back to the mansion. We'll talk tonight."

He leaned in close to her ear. "Of course, my Master." And with that, he vanished.

Integra let out an exasperated breath she hadn't known she'd been holding. She picked up her sword, and cleaned off as much of the blood as she could before sheathing it. She would finish the rest later. Sir Hellsing hopped on a truck, and headed for home. She had representatives and mounds of paper to attend to, and she needed to change first. This meant hours of sorting things out.

And frankly, she couldn't wait.