Three months later, after all had been explained to the Queen as to what had happened that day of Integra's wedding, and the Knights has assured her that it was only a mistake on their part. After Integra showed James favor at the ball and allowing him to stay inside her home for two days, the knights had finally convinced the Queen that is was all a misunderstanding on their part about the signals that Integra was sending out. After all this had quieted down, the Knights met again.
"Well, he made right proper fools of us, didn't he?" whined Sir Kent.
"This is completely unacceptable!" said Sir Morse.
After Alucard's display of violence at the wedding, something had to be done.
"We must do something." asserted Sir Kent.
"I say we let Alucard kill her. Quite frankly she deserves what she gets. No woman should ever control a man."
"Careful, Sir Milton. We do serve the Queen." reminded Sir Island.
"Well of course I didn't mean her." said Sir Milton, correcting himself.
"What course of action do you suggest?" questioned Sir Morse. "He made it quite clear that he would kill us if we ever attempted to "marry" Integra again."
"You gentlemen are overlooking the obvious." stated Sir Wellington.
"What do you mean Sir Wellington?" asked Sir Kent.
"You forget the long standing grudge between Hellsing and the Vatican. And after the treatment of their priests at Integra's wedding; I have no doubt that they will be looking for reparation."
"Of course, brilliant Sir Wellington." praised Sir Milton.
"Yes, yes. Capital idea. Should anything go wrong, we remain safe."
"I don't know about this the last time Anderson and Alucard fought we lost a station in the underground."
"But that's the beauty of it; if Anderson wins, no more Alucard. If Alucard wins, we can demand that Integra chain him for being out of control." informed Sir Wellington.
"Now I get it. The enemy of my enemy." agreed Sir Jeffery.
"Oh, hello Sir Jeffery. Welcome to the conversation." chided Sir Wright.
"Now, now. Let's not fight each other. We must keep unified on this. Sir Morse, can we count on you to anonymously inform the Vatican of our situation."
"Yes, Sir Wellington. It will be done this afternoon."
Integra looked out of the window of her office. The sun was hanging low in the sky, quietly sinking into the horizon. It had been three months since her "wedding" day. What a display that was. Alucard and Mouse practically tore the church apart. Since then it had been quiet, no phone calls, no letters, nothing. Maybe Alucard's threat on the lives of their families had scared them off. Yeah, right. No those bastards were planning something. Suddenly, a pain in her right side brought her out of her thoughts. She looked down at her stomach and gently rubbed it. They were kicking again. Integra shook her head, she still couldn't believe it; twins. She really didn't want to worry about what the knights were up to. She had other things on her mind.
Dr. Cornelia, a friend of Mouse's, had given her a complete check up. She had confirmed Alucard's belief. She was having twins. Dr. Cornelia was also as regular as clockwork. She visited Integra every 45 days to check on her and the health of the children. Of course, the doctor also gave her the standard advise; no drinking, no smoking, get plenty of rest, exercise. However, she also demanded that Integra stay out of the field. No more risking her life chasing vampires and freaks. It was a point of view that Alucard seemed to share. He had practically demanded that she keep his children safe, by staying out of the field. After much heated discussion, Integra gave into reason. Mouse and Walter created a command center in the east wing, so that Integra could keep an eye on them from a safe distance. She could still see what was going on and give instructions to them.
So, now that she was no longer a "superhero", how was she going to fill the time? Integra had taken up learning how to cook, change dipers, and instruction on how to raise the children, from Mouse. After all, Mouse had helped to raise the earlier generations of Hellsings. At first, Integra found it completely insane.
"I was trained to hunt and kill vampires from the day I was born." she said. "Child rearing was never mentioned."
Not once could she remember ever being trained to raise children, even though it was always assumed that one day she would. Needless to say, it was easier to pull the trigger of a gun than change a diaper. But after weeks of Mouse's instruction, things were getting easier. She was now learning to cook pasta dishes. Yeah, it seemed stupid. After all, someone of her intelligence should have no problems doing these simple tasks. But as that Mouse was her only company during the days, it was something to do. After childcare training was over, she and Mouse would take walks around the grounds or go swimming to make sure Integra got her exercise. Integra was beginning to depend on Mouse as much as she had depended on Walter.
The clock chimed. It was now 4pm. Soon it would be Seras' turn to watch her. In these past five months, Alucard had "taken over" Hellsing. He declared Mouse her daytime guardian and Seras her nighttime guardian. Meanwhile, he and Walter went about the Hellsing business of killing freaks and now demons. Integra wondered what her father would think of all this. That thought made her cringe. She could practically feel him rolling over in his grave. She could hear the rebuke and retribution her ancestors would give her, if she were ever allowed to enter heaven. She had kept her soul. She had not given in to the temptation of darkness. But, just where did having his children place her? She was no longer a virgin. The blood bond was broken and everyday Alucard's powers were growing, she could feel it.
"I would never hurt you, Integra." came his voice.
Alucard stepped out of the shadows. Integra waited for him by the window. She studied him. Lately, he seemed to be getting younger. He now looked no older than 30, maybe. Alucard wrapped his arms around her and she relaxed into his embrace. This was so wrong, and yet…it felt so good. He was strong and sure and protective and there. He was always there; even though he slept during the day, she could still feel his presence. On cloudier days, he even came to her during the day. They spoke often about the children and what to do in the future. He had even tried to get her goat by suggesting that she send them to catholic school.
"Are you Out of you mind!"
"Know thy enemy, Integra."
But don't forget Integra. As much as you've come to love and trust him. He's still cunning, devious, destructive, and a master of the undead.
"I am more than you know Integra." said Alucard, reading her thoughts of doubt. "When I give my word, I keep it. I do in death, what I did in life. I protect those I value and serve the forces of good. I will never let the "Turks" take you or my children from me."
"I know you won't. It's just that I was raised to believe one thing and now I find myself questioning it." said Integra.
"Have no doubts and do not fear. I am here." assured Alucard.
Alucard placed a hand on her stomach and rubbed it. He kissed her neck and allowed his tongue to travel down inside her shirt. Integra sighed with content at his display of affection.
Just then the doorbell rang. Alucard looked up.
"Have we ever had this many visitors?" he asked playfully.
"It's probably just James. He's in love with Mouse. He comes every Friday about this time to see her." said Integra.
"I'm not sure I approve of him dating my daughter." said Alucard, in his most "fatherly" voice.
Integra smiled and shook her head. She could just see it now. Years from now, if she had girls, Alucard would be frightening their boyfriends with threats of death, if they didn't bring them home by 10pm. Of course, any boy in his right mind wouldn't dare question one of Alucard's Jackals in his face. Integra chuckled.
"What's the matter Alucard don't you trust him?" teased Integra.
"He's not the problem. Mouse is. She's easily distracted."
Suddenly, Alucard's face dropped. Integra noticed.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"There's trouble down stairs."
Mouse answered the doorbell. Her jaw dropped when she saw who it was.
"Is Integra Hellsing in?" asked Maxwell.
"Yes, sir. But why are you here, part of the treaty is that you never set foot in the others place of residence. How did you find us?"
"You're not hard to find. You have powerful enemies. And there is nothing hidden or secret that we can not find out." crowed Maxwell, proudly.
"Master." called Mouse, telepathically. "The Iscariot Organization is paying us a visit. Your orders, sir."
"Don't be rude. Show them in."said Alucard.
"Do yourself a favor wee lass, show us in and fetch yer master." ordered Anderson.
Mouse smiled wickedly. He's SO going to kill you. She bowed to them and let them in.
"Yes, sir." said Mouse.
"Well, Anderson, It seems you do have a way with children." chuckled Maxwell.
"It seems we have visitors." announced Alucard.
"Who is it?" asked Integra.
"Maxwell and Anderson." informed Alucard. "And they are not alone."
Integra watched as Alucard looked out of the window. Suddenly, his third eye, the one in the middle of his forehead, opened.
"There are two more out there, both female. Isn't that nice, he brought back up. This could be quiet a party." he chuckled.
"They've got some nerve, breaking the treaty like this." said Integra, storming towards the door.
"Now, now dear." teased Alucard. "Mind your blood pressure."
"They better have a damned good excuse for this." growled Integra.
Integra descended the stairs wearing her usual green suit and a sword. Alucard remained silent, but stood just to her left; ever ready to protect her.
"Good evening, Maxwell. What brings you here?" asked Integra, in an even voice.
"Do you always wear your sword in the house?" asked Maxwell.
"Do you always make a habit of visiting my home, unannounced?" retorted Integra.
"Well, we have heard rumors that you have lost control of Alucard." said Maxwell, taking the seat that Integra offered him.
Suddenly, Mouse appeared bearing a tray of tea and crumpets. She placed the tray on the table, bowed to Integra, and then left the room. Maxwell watched her leave.
"Is she Walter's replacement?" he asked, helping himself to the crumpets.
"So to speak." agreed Integra.
"Quite right, no one could ever replace Walter. Terrible shame what Millennium did to him. May his soul rest in peace." said Maxwell.
Integra shot him a look of hatred. How dare he speak of Walter so?
"Maxwell, your visit is for nothing. I'm fine, thank you. And as you can see, Alucard is perfectly under control." informed Integra.
Maxwell just raised an eyebrow and smiled.
"Do sit down Anderson and have some tea. They may not be as good as Walter's, but these crumpets are quiet good." said Maxwell.
"Have ye forgotten why we're here?" reminded Anderson.
"Of course not, but there is no rush. Sir Integra you look different, almost radiant. Has something changed?" inquired Maxwell.
"I'm engaged to be married." said Integra.
"Really." laughed Maxwell. "May I ask the poor fellow's name?"
"Sir James Wellington."
"This wouldn't be what the Americans call "a shotgun wedding" would it?" asked Maxwell, with a wicked grin.
"And what do you mean by that?" demanded Integra.
"Well." said Maxwell, standing up. "You're either pregnant or you've been eating too many tea cakes."
Alucard drew his gun and pointed it at Maxwell.
"First you call my master a sow and now you say she's getting fat. Catholic, that will be the last thing you ever say." growled Alucard, cocking his gun.
"Alucard." said Integra, motioning for him to stop. "Now, now Maxwell was just leaving."
"Oh, no, not yet Integra. Not until your all dead!" shouted Maxwell.
With that, Anderson swung his blades at Integra. Alucard grabbed her, pulled her out of the way and took both blades.
"AARRGGHH!" he growled, in pain. "Integra! Basement, Now!"
"You don't think I could handle Maxwell?" questioned Integra, drawing her sword.
"Not in your condition, master." said Mouse, appearing out of nowhere. "Now, you must think of your children."
Integra nodded and gave Mouse her sword. Then she turned and hurried towards the basement. Maxwell tried to follow, but Mouse thrust Integra's sword in front of him, forcing him to stop.
"One more step forward, and I'll slice you in half." warned Mouse, angrily.
Alucard pulled Anderson's blades from his body, raised his gun, and fired at Anderson.
Outside, two females waited in the bushes. They were there in case of trouble, but they had heard nothing so far. After all, Anderson was more than capable of handling Alucard. That would leave Maxwell free to kill Integra. Heinkel didn't know why Maxwell had insisted that they come. This should be an easy job. But suddenly, gunshots were heard.
"Did you hear that?" asked Heinkel.
"Yes, but I still don't think it right to shoot Lady Hellsing like that." whined Yumiko.
"I think we'd better get in there." said Heinkel, walking towards the house.
"You think Anderson's in trouble?" questioned Yumiko, as she followed Heinkel.
"Maxwell doesn't carry a gun." said Heinkel. "And neither does Anderson."
"Oh." remembered Yumiko.
"Time to wake up Yumi." said Heinkel.
"Do we have too?" cried Yumiko.
"Do you want to fight Alucard?" asked Heinkel.
"No." squeaked Yumiko.
Heinkel hit with a hard right punch. Yumiko fell backwards and her head hit the ground.
"Wake up Yumi. It's time to kill some vampires." said Heinkel.
Yumi stood up and Heinkel handed her sword to her. Then both women enter the Hellsing Manor.
Alucard was fighting Anderson, when he saw Heinkel and Yumi enter the house.
"Seras! Walter! Wake up." commanded Alucard.
Downstairs, in their rooms, both Walter and Seras awoke.
"Get up here now." roared Alucard.
Both of them grabbed their weapons andinstantly vanished from their rooms.As they appeared upstairs, Seras gasped in awe at the scene before her; but Walter just smiled with evil glee. Anderson and Yumi were trying to cut Alucard to pieces. While Heinkel shot at Mouse to keep her from killing Maxwell.
"Come on Walter, we have to help them." said Seras.
"Nice pajamas." grinned Walter, eyeing her with lust.
"Not now, Walter." rebuked Seras, looking at Walter. "At least I'm wearing pants."
"What? You don't like my boxers." leered Walter. "I could take them off."
"NO! Pervert. I liked the old Walter better." complained Seras.
Seras loaded her guns and started firing at Anderson and Yumiko.
"You take Heinkel. I'll take Yumi." said Walter, with an authority that Seras hadn't seen in the new Walter.
Maybe the old Walter wasn't totally gone. Seras ran towards Mouse. Walter lunged at Yumi. She swung her sword at him, but Walter easily dodged her blow. His wires shot out and ensnared Yumi's wrists. He tied her sword arm to her body and pulled her in close.
"Do you know that you are beautiful when you're angry?" teased Walter.
"Walter!" exclaimed Yumi, in complete surprise. "We thought you were dead."
"Oh, but I am." smiled Walter, as he revealed to her his fangs.
"You were a good man once. So I will end your suffering and free your soul." vowed Yumi.
Yumi's other hand hit Walter with a hard left hook. Walter backed up and released her from his strings. He sneered evilly as he licked his own blood from his lip.
"This is going to be fun." he said.
Anderson and Alucard still fought, guns and blades dancing in the hall. Anderson was determined to take Alucard's head. And Alucard was just as determine to keep it. Alucard laughed as he dodged blow after blow of Anderson's blessed blades.
"Damned heathen tonight you die!" swore Anderson.
"Get a new line will you." taunted Alucard. "I'll be here long after you check into a nursing home."
"Vile creature, I'll send you to hell before I die!"
"Blah, blah, blah." mocked Alucard.
The sounds of other battles being fought drew Alucard's attention away from Anderson. Alucard's third eye scanned the room. Seras was fighting Maxwell, Mouse was fighting Heinkel and Walter was taking on Yumi.
"How fitting, one broken mind to another." mused Alucard.
"Die Monster!" yelled Anderson.
Anderson's blade entered Alucard's chest dead center and just missing his heart. Alucard roared in pain and shot Anderson in the head. Below in the basement, Integra was in Alucard's room. She doubled over in pain as she too felt a searing pain in her chest. Like someone had stabbed her with a knife. She called out to her dark husband.
"Alucard!"
Alucard hearing Integra's cry inside his mind, pulled the blade out of his chest and pulled himself together.
"Anderson will not win. The knights will not take her from me and neither will this fallen priest." thought Alucard.
"Seras." called Alucard, dodging a blow from the newly regenerated Anderson.
"Yes, master." responded Seras.
She dodged a blow from Maxwell and knocked him into the wall with a hard right hook. Fighting Maxwell was easy; after all, he was human.
"Quite playing with Maxwell; get downstairs and protect Integra!" ordered Alucard.
"Yes, master." said Seras, turning to leave.
Maxwell sat up and wiped the blood from his bleeding eye. He reached into his coat and threw something at Seras.
"Don't turn your back on me little vampire." spat Maxwell.
"Aaarrrghh!" screamed Seras, as her back burned and smoldered.
The liquid not only burned through her pajamas, it burned through her skin and started dissolving her flesh. Her back sizzled as she cried out.
"Like it? Holy water with a hint of acid." bragged Maxwell, trying to stand. "A concoction of my own design."
Seras tried desperately to get her pajama top off. She threw it to the floor and watched it dissolve. Alucard heard Seras scream and turned, just barely missing another blow by Anderson. Alucard leveled his gun and fired at Maxwell.
BANG!
Maxwell's body flew backwards and again hit the wall. Maxwell sank to the floor again; but this time, he would not be getting back up. Blood poured from the hole in his chest left by Alucard's gun.
"Seras! Protect Integra!" shouted Alucard.
"Yes, master."
Seras vanished. Henkeil heard the shot and turned. She watched in agony and awe as the great man of God fell.
"Maxwell!" shouted Henkiel.
At this Anderson and Yumi both turned from their fights and glanced at their fallen leader. Maxwell's blood flowed like a river seeking its way back to the ocean. Maxwell's eyes were open wide in shock and the look of surprise would be forever etched upon his face. Yumi stared at Maxwell's dead body. Anger, anguish, sorrow and hatred filled her soul.
"Though it cost me my life, that monster will die." swore Yumi, to herself.
"ALUCARD!" she roared.
Now both Anderson and Yumi charged at Alucard, swords at the ready. Walter peeved at being abandoned, shot out his wires and ensnared Yumi. Her wrists, her legs, and her waist were all bound by him. She fell to the floor in her forward motion, she turned, and she struggled to get free. Yumi growled angrily, as Walter pulled her back to him.
"You can't leave. I'm not done with you yet." he laughed. "Oh, no. I'm just getting started."
Yumi struggled to get free. The more she struggled, the tighter they got. Soon, she could feel his wires cutting into her skin. Small droplets of blood began to fall.
"Oh my, seems you've cut yourself." he said, inhaling the scent of her fresh, virgin, blood. "A good man would tend your wounds. But a vampire, a vampire would lick them."
Walter let his tongue unfold from his mouth and his eyes began to glow with anticipation. Yumi finally got her blade at an angle that would cut her free. Walter's wires popped loose as she severed them. Walter growled his disappointed at her freedom. Yumi charged at Walter. Once, twice, three times she swung her blade at him. Walter nimbly dodged two of them, but the third caught him across the torso. Walter backed away from her as he looked down at his stomach.
"Damn." he complained.
He looked at the wound. It wasn't healing. Then he looked at Yumi who stood ready for another strike. That's right; wounds from blessed weapons don't heal. He would forever carry the scar she had just given him. Walter snarled at her as he smiled. After all, turn about is fair play. Walter charged at Yumi. Each time he dodged one of her attacks, he tore a bit of her habit away. Soon, Yumi stood with a large tear in her clothes; slightly revealing her tight stomach beneath it.
"You bloody monster! You tore my dress!" she shouted. "For that you will pay!"
Walter raised an eyebrow as his mind filled with wicked ideas.
"Well, now; lets get you out of that dress, shall we?" he scoffed.
"You perverted demon! I'll kill you!"
"Feel free to try. In the mean time, what are you hiding under there?"
For every cut Yumi tired to give him, Walter took a part of her dress. Soon Walter's upper torso had three slashes in it and Yumi's habit was in tattered shreds. Walter could see part of her cotton white bra, parts of her torso with a torn white silk slip, and her left thigh with a small trail of blood flowing from where he had scratched her. Walter smiled as the pain received from her blessed blade was nothing compared to the rising lust within him.
"Nice, very nice. Virgin white through and through." he remarked, licking her blood from his claws.
Yumi looked down at her tattered clothes; but it was hate not shame that fueled her.
"You will pay for this humiliation!" she shouted. "And the death of Maxwell!"
Yumi once again hurled herself at Walter, her blade ready to strike. However, he was ready for her. He sidestepped her blow and grabbed her wrist.
Henkeil unloaded round after round, trying to hit Mouse.
"Damn, she's fast." thought Heinkel. "No matter, she will pay for Maxwell's death."
"Die heathen!" shouted Heinkel.
"But I can't die." teased Mouse, as she whispered in Henkiel's ear.
Heinkel turned and saw Mouse standing behind her. She fired. Mouse moved. Now she was standing to her left. Henkeil turned and fired again.
"I'm already dead." said Mouse, again whispering into Henkile's ear.
Henkeil tried to slyly slide her gun around her stomach; hoping to shoot Mouse as she stood behind her. Henkeil fired. Mouse vanished and reappeared in front of her.
"Hello." smiled Mouse.
"No way. You're a vampire?"
"Yes, but only part of me. Care to guess which part?"
"But your eyes, they are normal color." stated Heinkel.
"As I said only part of me is a vampire."
"But dhampires are only a myth. There can be no mixing of light and dark." informed Heinkel.
"Who says?" asked Mouse.
"Says the God Almighty. That is the law; when he split the night from day, the darkness from the light, and death from life."
"Do you know who opened the door?" asked Mouse.
"What door?" questioned Heinkel.
"The door at Stonehenge."
"It's open! No, it can not be. It must not be. Integra's pregnant with Alucard's children!"
"What do you know?" asked Mouse, with great interest.
"I know that you will not live long enough to open that door." said Heinkel, firing her weapon.
"How many blades are you carrying Anderson?" laughed Alucard, dodging yet another barrage of blessed bayonets. "My house is starting to look like a Ginsu knife commercial."
"Your house? You damn unholy creature, since when is this your house?"
"Since I live here."
"Not for long."
Anderson sent his holy papers after Alucard. Alucard's arms were now bound to his body, as layer after layer of the ancient holy texts wrapped themselves around him. Anderson laughed his maniacal laugh of triumph as he raised his sword above his head for the final blow. Just as Anderson swung down, something hit him full force and knocked him to the floor. His sword went flying across the room and landed some feet away. Anderson shook his head clear, as he wondered what had hit him. He looked down and saw Heinkel's unconscious body lying on top of him.
"Heinkel! Henkeil! Are ye o.k?"
Heinkel could only manage a slight groan as Anderson rolled her off him. She was hurt, most likely a concussion; but she still lived. Anderson gently placed her body on the floor next to the wall, out of the way. He stood and turned. He saw Mouse ripping at the text, with her claws, trying free Alucard.
"Oh, no ye don't."
Anderson full body slammed Mouse, knocking her to the floor. Anderson smiled evilly as he pinned Mouse's body beneath him. Mouse writhed and wiggled trying to get free and block any shot that Anderson delivered to her face. He had a powerful right arm as some of his blows slipped through her defense and connected with her face. Alucard roared in anger and struggled against the holy texts.
"Leave her alone!" he shouted. "Mouse!"
Mouse just started laughing as she sank into the floor. Anderson snarled in pain as his last punch hit the floor. He growled, stood, and turned.
"That's it run and hide! I'll find ye no matter where ye hide!" he vowed.
"You won't beat her." chuckled Alucard.
"Why not? I beat ye, didn't I." sneered Anderson.
With that Anderson bitch slapped Alucard and then started looking for Mouse.
"Over here, Judas Priest." challenged Mouse, with an evil grin.
Anderson turned round to his left and saw Mouse standing there, with one of his blessed blades in her right hand. Her hand was smoldering, he could smell her burning flesh; and yet it was not consumed.
"Nay, that's bloody impossible." he said, in awe. "No vampire can wield me blades."
Mouse just stood there smiling, with wicked intent.
"But I'm not just a vampire." said Mouse, proudly. "Part of me is still human."
"Dhampire. That's why ye seem immune. You be a half breed abomination." accused Anderson.
"Two great tastes that taste great together." laughed Mouse.
"No matter what ye are." said Anderson, pulling out two more blades. "If I take yer head, ye'll die just the same."
Mouse raised her blade and ran towards Anderson. Anderson did the same. The blades clanged and reverberated as they clashed in the middle. Anderson was way taller and had a longer reach, so it was easy for him to push Mouse to her knees.
"Ha! I hope that no' be all yer strength, vampire." gloated Anderson.
"Power isn't everything. And you should know better. Pride always goes before a fall." quoted Mouse.
Mouse rolled to her right. Anderson swung at her. He cut a huge gash in her left arm; but Mouse completely cut off his right leg. Anderson fell. He hopped on his left leg and turned to face Mouse; seeking another swing at her. Mouse, quick as a viper, spun around into a seated position and took his other leg as well. Mouse stood triumphantly, and looked down on him, as he stood on his ever bleeding stumps.
"What's the matter Anderson? Haven't a leg to stand on?" mocked Mouse.
"Damn you hell spawn! I will not be defeated by the likes of you!" shouted Anderson.
"Yes, you will." leered Mouse. "Today is your day to die."
Anderson tried to stop Mouse's blade with the blade in his left hand. But the sheer force of Mouse's blow not only broke Anderson's blade, it took his head clean off his shoulders as well. That's when Heinkel woke up.
"ANDERSON! NO!" she screamed.
Alucard just laughed and laughed as the holy texts binding him faded away and disappeared.
"DIE VAMPIRE! DIE!" shouted Heinkel, using the wall to help her to stand.
Anger over the death of her two comrades filled her as she squeezed off round after round. Six shots sped towards Mouse's back. Alucard instantly appeared beside her, stretched out his arm, and took all six bullets for her.
"Go and check on Seras and Integra." he ordered.
"Yes, sir." acknowledged Mouse.
Alucard walked towards Heinkel. He was all teeth as he advanced on her. Bullet after bullet entered his body, but he just … kept … coming. Heinkel backed away from him as she continued firing. But soon, she was out of bullets.
CLICK, CLICK, CLICK, CLICK.
"Oh, shit." cried Heinkel, scrambling to reload.
Alucard now struck with all the fury of a tornado. He grabbed Heinkel by her collar and threw her across the room. She cried out in pain as she hit the wall. She staggered to get back up. She needed to reload. She needed to kill Integra before the door she opened the door. Suddenly, Alucard grabbed her by the throat and held her four feet off the floor. Heinkel choked and tried to break free from Alucard's grip; but it was no use. It was all she could do to gasp for air.
"What you doing here! And what do you know about this door!" he questioned; squeezing her just enough to cause pain, but not enough to keep her from talking.
"We received word that Integra had lost control of you. That you were terrorizing England and killing its citizens." she said.
"The Knights have lied to you. I am not the one terrorizing England and those humans were possessed." informed Alucard.
"But YOU impregnated Integra. You opened the door." charged Heinkel.
"You have to die. Only the blood of an innocent Hellsing can close the door again." gurgled Heinkel.
"What does that mean?" growled Alucard.
"The demons will break free and destroy all." said Heinkel.
"Not while I live." vowed Alucard.
"And that is why they will come here. Only with Integra's death will the door remain open."
"Show me." ordered Alucard.
Alucard bit deep into Heinkel's neck. She screamed her pain as his fangs pierced her flesh. Her blood flowed like water from her wound and Alucard swallowed every drop. As he drained her life, he also stole her memories. Heinkel had read in a book about the door. She had seen such sacrifices made before, as she and Yumi killed the heathen infidels who still committed human sacrifices. Heinkel screamed as the pain of Alucard's fangs tore at her throat.
Yumi dodged one of Walter's blows to her head. Hearing Heinkel's scream, she turned in time to see her die at Alucard's hands.
"HEINKEL!" she screamed.
"And Heinkel makes three." taunted Walter. "Maybe you should just give up."
"I'd die first."
"O.K."
Fueled by her hatred, Yumi attacked Walter with renewed vigor. Her swings were sharper and no longer so easy to dodge. Yumi's sword had cut him twice, once across his left arm and the other just missed his throat. Finally, she had him backed into a corner. He had nowhere to go, but forward. And Yumi waited for him there. She raised her sword to strike. Just then, Walter looked up and saw the light fixture hanging above her. His wires shot out, just as she swung down to claim his head. Yumi looked up in disconcertment as something prevented her from completing the swing. She looked up. Walter had tied her hands above her head to the light fixture.
"Damn." she swore.
Walter smiled. Now he had the upper hand. He sneered at her as he moved in towards her. Now he could do what ever he liked. Yumi kicked her right foot at him. Walter reached down with both hands and blocked the shot to his crotch.
"Oh, that was not nice. Are you sure you're a nun?" teased Walter, as he tied her right ankle to the grandfather clock.
"Aaarrgghh." growled Yumi, as Walter's strings started to cut her.
Walter reached out to her and removed her hood. Yumi's dark hair fell to her shoulders and just past them. Walter ogled her as her hair unfolded.
"Keep your filthy hands off me!" she yelled, trying to kick him away.
"Tsk, Tsk, Tsk." said Walter. "You're out of legs. You've nothing left to fight me with."
"Come near me and I'll bite your head off." she threatened.
"Good idea." said Walter.
In fell swoop, he was on her. He jerked her head to the left, cut a gash in her neck and began to drink her blood. Yumi screamed and struggled against her restraints. Sweetest nectar was virgin blood. Walter savored her taste as he drank. No wine he could remember, ever tasted as delectable as she did. Yumi's head began to swim. Her vision blurred and her strength left her. Walter felt her struggle less and stopped feeding.
"Damn you Walter, Damn you to hell." cried Yumiko.
"Walter." whispered Yumi, as she died.
Walter, not wanting her to return as his servant, broke her neck.