1Chapter Three: The Blessed and the Fallen

A blond haired man in a white coat walked wearily away from the city of the damned. He had no intention of trying to fight off what seemed like every servant of the dark lord Lucifer, alone. His head was hung low, and he was limping slightly. The massive exertion had caused his powers of regeneration to slow. And to top it off they had broke his glasses.

That made him mad.

He heard a noise to the his side that caused him to whirl. Something was moving underneath the ground. He quickly ran to what he guessed was above where whatever was down there was going to come out.

An opening appeared, and then a door opened. For a moment there wasn't a sound, except for Anderson's breathing.

The blond haired man dived when he saw a blur emerge, bayonets ready, but stopped when he felt to pistols press against his chest.

His bayonets hovered dangerously close to the thing's heart.

"Anderson?"

The priest blinked, and tried to focus on who was speaking to him. But without his glasses it was difficult. That voice did sound familiar though...

He squinted, trying to clear his blurred vision, "Aye, who are you?"

"Ah, you don't remember me? I'm hurt. I guess you didn't give our little 'not all vampires are bad' talk much thought did you?"

That made things fall into place quickly, "Your that American!"

"Oh, I get it. You don't have your glasses. Yes, it's me, the American. My name is Lui remember? Now, could you please remove your garden tools from the vicinity of my heart?"

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't send you to the pit now." Anderson told him threateningly.

"Alright, I got two. One, you know that I can beat you. And two, you are about as stuck here as we are."

"You're only half right vampire!"

Lui moved like lightning, and suddenly Anderson found himself in a neck lock with a pistol to his temple.

"I pull this trigger, you go down. And while it may not kill you, I give those FREAKs a half an hour to find you. Less if I say, leave a beacon for them to follow. And you'll be begging for death when they get through with you. Now, I really don't want to do that, because it will be much easier to figure out a way out of here with you on our side. What do you say?"

Anderson was very angry at this point for letting himself be caught in this position. He nodded grudgingly, "Fine. But I'm not waiting around for you if you slow me down."

"Slow you down? Anderson, I would be more worried about keeping up than us slowing you down. Come on Walter, Seras, all clear."

Walter came up through the ground, "Sir, I do believe I would have been better suited to that task."

"Maybe, but that would've been boring for me. Seras, Walter, you both know Anderson. The half blind regenerating paladin of Iscariot."

Anderson grumbled something, then asked, "Wait, I thought there were three of you. Why do I only sense two?"

"Perhaps you are looking for the wrong thing sir. I am no vampire, nor am I human. I am a spirit, bound this world by an oath. Or as Lui puts it, a ghost."

"Great. A ghost and two vampires. What did I do to deserve this?"

AFTER TRAVELING FOR MANY HOURS

Anderson sighed as he eased his body down against the side of the cave they decided to hide out in. It had been mutually decided that it would be a good idea to go north as far as possible. He closed his eyes and began to think.

Then he his hand crept to a bayonet, slowly. However, when he got a firm grip on it, he heard the click of a gun safety snapping to the off position.

"Don't even think about it Anderson."

The priest opened his eyes, and saw two glowing red orbs glaring back at him. He sighed and moved his hand away.

"It appears I'm little more than a hindrance to you vampire. Why don't you just kill me now?"

"Because, that would be cruel and heartless. God knows by any standards you deserve no better from us, but I am trying to get the vampire's good name back."

"You monsters never had a good name."

"Didn't we? It was long ago yes, but we weren't always viewed as we were. Or perhaps it's something my master told me to make me feel better. Either way, if I can give the undead a name not written in blood, I'm going to do it."

Anderson sighed as he closed his eyes again, "You were right you know."

"I was?"

"I thought it was blasphemy at first. Maybe it is. But the more I gave it thought, the more sense it made. Even God seems to support your argument, as my prayers for guidance brought only more evidence to your favor."

"Oh really?"

"Perhaps not all of you are evil. It only makes sense, if you were all as cruel and heartless as I've seen some be, how would you have survived this long? It would have dissolved into a war by now, and you would have surely lost. All of humanity against the few undead that walk. But I think it was one encounter that really changed my mind."

He shifted into a more comfortable position, "I was after a pair of new vampires. They left trails so big a man could find them without actually looking at all. They had kidnaped a child from a foster home, and needless to say I rushed after them. When I finally chased them into an abandoned factory my only thought was killing them before harm could befall the child. I fought one of them for a while, leaving him bleeding and weak. And I had the other one cornered. A woman, and she held the child. But protectively, as if I was trying to take it away from where it really belonged. That's when the male one rushed in front of me, and begged. Not for his life, or all of their lives, just for the life of the child. As if I was no more than a common murderer. See, they had been married, and the child was theirs. After they had been transformed, it seemed they were going to raise the child themselves, despite what they were. They thought I was some crazed lunatic. I nodded slowly, and said no harm would befall the child. He looked relieved, and went down on his knees in front of me. He thanked me, and bowed his head. I raised my weapons, and prepared to turn him into the dust from whence he came..."

Anderson looked down at his hands, "And then the woman walked up beside him, putting the child gently on the ground. I couldn't do it. My hand hung above my head, and they waited for the blows to come, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. For the first time in my life, my heart betrayed my mission. I lowered my weapons, and simply turned around. This wasn't very long after our little talk, so your name was still in my mind. I told them to go to America, and ask for the vampire named Luis Thomson."

The American's eyes widened at that, "Benny and Krista... An angel from God, I would never have figured."

"Angel from God?"

"That's what they said. They arrived in New York, and started asking around. They eventually found me. When I asked them how they knew who I was, they said 'An angel from God told us to look for you'."

They were silent for a while. Then Anderson said, "I'm still going to kill Hellsing's red demon."

Lui chuckled at that, "Alucard? Well, good luck. You'll need it."

Seras stirred and another pair of red eyes opened slowly, "Lui?"

He put a hand on her shoulder gently, "Go back to sleep."

She closed her eyes, and soon was lost in peaceful slumber once again.

"Oi, I thought you slept in coffins."

"We do if we can. But it doesn't really matter where we sleep, as long as it's dark and out of the sun. Not that it matters much here, it's so darn cloudy fledglings could walk around at noon with hardly any trouble at all. So Anderson..." Lui began, turning back to the priest, "What do you do in your spare time? Anything special?"

"I run an orphanage."

"Really? Me to. Well, in a way."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well, it's becoming a problem that vampires will create others, then abandon them. That's a bit like abandoning a child really. Your story is a classic example. That should have never happened at all. Anyway, we find them, never really a hard thing to do considering most of them have no idea what's happening and leave behind a trail of corpses and ghouls to follow, and take them in. Teach them, help them deal with what's happened to them. But we can never find them all, and that's the problem. They just run amok, creating more and abandoning them, it's a rather vicious circle. Sometimes they refuse to listen to reason, and well..." Lui raised the gun, "I don't like killing fledglings, but I do what I have to."

Anderson shrugged. Well, that explained a lot. No wonder there was such a difference between the vampires he found and the ones that found him, "An undead orphanage."

"Ya. We also help them find the ones that created them."

"Why?"

"So they can become full bloods. True nosferatu. However sometimes we don't make it, and the master gets killed before we can get to it. Drinking the blood of a vampire more powerful thanthe masterworks to some degree, but they never become a real vampire. But listen to me, I'm rambling now..."

"Excuse me, but it appears we have company."

They turned to Walter's slightly glowing form, then they both dashed out and looked down the rocky hill. Indeed, there were several FREAKs advancing.

"What did I tell you? Fledglings can walk around on this stupid island at noon!" Lui exclaimed, readying his pistols.

"I can't see anything! What's going on?" Anderson asked, squinting.

"You can sense vampires right?"

"Yes."

"Well, you'll have to use that and your sight. There are about twenty FREAKs coming up the hill. I can take them out, but they are like freaking New York cockroaches. You step on one and three more pop out of the woodwork."

"Hold on Lui."

The vampire turned to Walter, "What?"

"Your gun fire will draw the attention of more. And besides, I have desperately wanted to test what I can do in this state."

Lui nodded once, "Alright."

Walter smiled and faded from view. Lui was also intrigued. He had heard the supposed powers of spirits and apparitions, but had never actually seen one in action.

Down below, there was some conflict between the FREAKs, "I'm telling you, I smell blood."

"And I'm telling you, I don't smell nothin. As if it's not bad enough getting the day shift, now we have to follow you on your wild goose chases. I'm going back, I don't care what you s-"

They turned to see what he didn't finish. A look of shock spread across his face, just before his body fell apart.

"I most highly recommend putting down your weapons and surrendering."

The vampires spun around, trying to figure out where the voice had come from, "Where are you? Come on out and we may kill you quick."

"Right here."

One turned and fired at the voice, but instead shot up one of his comrades. Then the FREAK that had shot gasped as his body was suddenly severed into two pieces at the stomach.

"This is your last warning. Surrender, or..."

The FREAKs fanned out into a circle, keeping watch in every direction. They felt the change in temperature around them.

"Give yourself up and we won't hurt you. Who knows, with your skills, you may be good enough to become on of us. What do you say?"

Walter faded into view in the center of the circle, then became real. Wires could be seen, in an intricate web around him. He smiled, "I think not."

With that, he put the wires in his teeth and pulled. Each of the FREAKs were either decapitated or split in such a way as to be fatal. The wires moved through the air lazily as Walter began to recall them.

"I must say, I find this very much preferable. Perhaps being a ghost is better than I thought."

Lui jumped down to him, "That was amazing. Remind me never to get on your bad side."

"I'll be sure to do that Lui."

Then something caught the American's eye. He turned, and cursed under his breath. A FREAK was retreating quick. A straggler in the group! And he had a radio to his mouth!

"Oh crap, this isn't good." Lui said, and realizing they were going to be given away anyway, pulled out two of his pistols and fired. A wall of bullets sprayed out from his guns, and hit the FREAK in the back repeatedly.

"Walter, go get Anderson and Seras. We're going to have going to have a lot of guests rather quick."

The ghost nodded and faded from view again. That seemed like it would be a useful skill to have. Especially now. This was going to get hot real quick.

They were moving at a fairly good pace. They had to, because who knew how many of those artificial vampires were following them.

And what was worse, now the sun was setting. Lui could feel it. And deep down, he knew they were royally screwed.

Especially when five armored vehicles started pulling up behind them, guns firing. Darn it, Lui could outrun them, but Seras couldn't considering she was younger and weakened from the lack of sleep and blood. Anderson was fast, but not that fast. And Walter, well, Walter didn't really count as he could float through the air about as fast as he wanted to. How fast he could go exactly wasn't known, but Lui was sure it was pretty fast.

Finally, Lui slid to a halt and smiled, "Alright, enough of this. Let's rock."

He ran back strait at the vehicles, and pulled his shoulder down and forward. He closed his eyes, and charged.

BANG!

He hit one of them, and brought his shoulder up, knocking him off his feet but also knocking the vehicle flying. The American recovered quickly, and used his strength and the vehicles inertia to fling it at another one of the pursuing 'tanks'. It connected, and both exploded with a satisfactory explosion.

And he had seriously screwed up his shoulder. But that was healing itself soon. The other three vehicles slid to a stop and FREAKs poured out. He mowed down many of them on their way out, diving behind a rock as he did so. Bullets peppered the side of it.

"LET EM' HAVE IT SERAS!"

He heard a loud blast, an explosion, then wind and dust flew by him. He jumped up and drew a disassembled rifle from his coat. His hands were a blur as he quickly formed it into a M1 Gerrand style rifle, complete with silver bayonet. His pistols were fine weapons, but they lacked the punch of this thing.

And besides, he was good at bayonet fighting.

He charged into the fray, firing off a shot, then impaling a nearby FREAK. One of the artificial vampires tried to attack him with a knife (This guy isn't very bright is he?)from behind.

Lui pulled his rifle free, and used the back of the weapon to strike the man's arm. The pain caused the knife to fall, and the FREAK found a large gash in his neck a second later.

The American turned, and made to stab another vampire close to him. His opponent was expecting this though, and used his own assault rifle to deflect the blow. Lui used his own momentum to deliver a blow with the other end of his rifle. The FREAK doubled over, and was hit on the back of the head. This put him on the ground. Lui finished it with a stab to the heart.

More FREAKs were arriving in vehicles, and opened fire. Lui took aim, and sent a bullet through a vampire's head, but soon fell back behind cover as well. Seras fired off her cannon and took out a vehicle, then looked over to Lui, "I only have three shots left!"

Lui cursed, "Pick your targets carefully! Use your machine gun when you can! Walter, you go around and flank them! Anderson, when they stop shooting me and you charge in! Everyone got it?"

Walter was actually already ahead of him. They heard shouts of surprise and anger as their men were picked apart by something they couldn't see, much less hit. The fire dropped considerably. Lui jumped up from his position, and went right. Anderson did the same, but he went left.

They came around in a sort of pincer movement. Between the vampire, paladin, and ghost the FREAKs were in complete disarray. Then another cannon blast took out a large section of their remaining units, causing them to panic more.

Lui found himself out in the open while chasing down some FREAKs. That wasn't that bad. Until he heard roaring, and wind rushed by him. A spot light focused itself on him, and he looked up, mouth gaping.

"A harrier? YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!"

Rockets hit the ground around him, flinging the vampire through the air. He landed hard, the breath knocked out of him. That hadn't been silver, but come on, it was a frickin' rocket!

"Seras, be a dear and SHOT IT DOWN!"

The aircraft crumpled under the force of the cannon. The fireball let the entire scene for a moment, and they all felt heartened. Until five more of the jump-jets appeared in the sky, weapons ready.

They focused on Seras, since she had the big gun. She actually took two of them out with an explosive shell, but she was then out of ammo. And rather helpless.

The rockets created such a display that if they hadn't known better they would have thought the sun had broken through the clouds. Seras screamed and flew through the air, bleeding and burnt.

Lui was there is a second, and caught her before she could land. He set her down, and looked at her bloody and bruised face. He felt something brake inside of him.

Now he was mad.

When Seras opened her eyes, she stared in terror. Lui wasn't there anymore. There was blackness.

"I've had enough of these games..."

Seras took the hint and ran away as fast as she could. That voice had been very much familiar to her. She had seen Alucard like this only once. And it still haunted her dreams.

The darkness spread, slowly, like a great liquid shadow. Lui rose out of it, still cloaked in the darkness. Eyes, so many eyes, opened themselves. The darkness writhed like a black flame, and Lui smiled. Far to wide to be a human smile, and his fangs were quite apparent. Not a human smile.

A vampire smile.

One of the Harriers fired a missile at him, and it was a direct hit. But instead of exploding, it merely went into him, and dissapeared. The eyes all turned upwards, and the planes pilot screamed in terror as the blackness rose and wrapped itself around the plane.

From his position far away, Alucard looked back. He felt the power. And he frowned. Normally the thought of another strong person for him to compete with made him insanely happy. But Lui was extremely young. He wasn't supposed to gain that power yet. Sadly, there was nothing he could do. This would either make or brake the American.

"What the?"

Lui wasn't in England anymore. And it sure as heck didn't look like he was in Oz either. He looked around the shadows around him, then focused on a figure.

"Who are you?"

The figure turned, but kept it's head down. He could hear chuckling coming from it.

Lui, knowing he had nothing else to do, repeated the question, "Who are you?"

The figure looked up, and Lui's eyes went wide.

He was looking at himself. But this Lui was dark, evil. It's smile was demonic, and it's eyes glowed with hate and fury.

"I'm you."

Dark Lui lunged at the regular Lui, and he could only raise his arms to defend against the attack.

"Lui!"

The American didn't seem to hear her cries. He laughed and crushed the plane in his shadow grip, and whipped the other two into the ground.

"What is that?" One of the FREAKs yelled, pointing at Lui.

Anderson, who had been fighting the FREAK, was staring as well, the battle forgotten. He actually answered, "That's a demon."

The artificial vampires ran back to their vehicles and got out of there as fast as they could. However, the shadows destroyed many of the armored transports, and killed many of them as they ran. Until it was just him, Seras, Walter, and Anderson.

However, Lui didn't go back to normal. He stayed as he was, lashing out at random things and causing general destruction.

"You're mine Luis!"

The Dark Lui pinned him to the ground, his fangs hovering just above the good Lui's jugular. Lui had to quickly throw the evil half of himself off, before he could do any real damage.

"You aren't me!"

"Oh? Denying the truth? I AM you Lui, whether you admit it or not. We are one and the same. We've fought side by side so many times. But now it's my turn. I've given you power. Now I want it back!"

"Anderson! Get down!"

Seras had to tackle the priest so his head wouldn't have been taken off by one of the shadow tentacles.

Seras steeled herself for what she was about to do. It had worked once, why not again?

Walter knew what she was planning, "Miss Victoria! Don't! If you get lost in his mind you will never get back out!"

"I know Walter."

"But Miss-"

"I said I know Walter. But I have to do this. I have to help him."

And with that, Seras used all the vampiric might she had to break through Lui's now wobbly telepathic barriers...

Seras knew emmediatly something was different. When she had done this last time, Lui's mind had been in pretty good order. Now it was chaos. Memories, knowledge, it all just flashed and mixed in an incomprehensible blur. She put her hands to her ears to try and drown it out, but this didn't work. Music, she heard so much music. Soft, melancholy tunes. Hard, fast songs. Light, happy ditties. His head was full of things, and it was so confusing.

"Lui?"

And he was standing there, smiling, "Hey. Sorry about the mess, I'm kinda in the middle of reorganizing."

Seras ran to him. They embraced each other, and she felt like everything was going to be alright.

"Seras." He said evilly.

She looked up at him, and saw the wicked grin like he had before. Her eyes went wide, and she tried to pull away from him, but she couldn't. He pulled her closer, his eyes burning expectantly.

"Let her go!"

Another Lui caught the darker one in the jaw with a kick, knocking him away. He checked Seras, "Are you alright?"

She nodded, "Yes, I'm fine. What's going -"

"You shouldn't be here. I'm not ready. I can't control this power yet. Get out while you can, I will lose this fight and if I do you'll be trapped here forever."

She set her jaw stubbornly, "I'm not going anywhere."

"Seras, don't argue with me-"

"Shut up! You may not be strong enough to beat this, but we are."

Lui smiled slowly, then nodded, "Alright then, let's do this."

"Right. Now, how do we kill him?"

"We can't."

"What? Why not?"

"Whether I like it or not, he is a part of me. The vampire part. The dark half... If he dies, then I die with him."

"Then what do we do?"

"I don't know, that's why I'm not ready."

The Dark Lui dove on him, and they began to roll around on the 'ground'. Seras watched, unsure of how to proceed, or indeed which one was which.

One of them managed to struggle on top of the other, and started beating the other one fiercely. The one of the bottom threw him off, and tried to struggle to his feet.

He was pinned to the ground by the other Lui's foot, "Give it up Luis, this is my mind now."

Seras knew that was the dark Lui, and rushed him. This surprised him, and caught him off guard. She kicked and punched him with reckless abandon, until he got annoyed with it and grabbed her by the throat. The Dark Lui picked her up, and glared, "You should have escaped while you had the chance."

Then she hauled back and kicked him in the balls. Vampire or no vampire, evil half or no evil half, that hurts. He dropped her and doubled over. This only lasted a second, then the fight continued.

Lui struggled to his hands and knees. Then it occurred to him.

"This is my mind now? Wait, no it's not. This is still my mind..."

Then things started to fall into place. This was his mind. This was his domain!

"Hey, stupid!"

The Dark Lui turned, "What was that?"

"Thanks for the hint. But this is still my mind! And you are nothing but another part of it."

The Dark Lui smiled confidently, "You are just another part of your own mind as well."

"Maybe. But I have the control here. You may be able to roam free, but your power is still mine. You may be able to struggle against me, but your power is still, mine. It doesn't matter how strong you are, while you still in here," Lui tapped the side of his head, "You are mine!"

The Dark Lui rushed at him quickly, fangs barred. But the normal Lui caught him, and held him up by his neck, "I'm going to put you back into your place!"

The evil one of the two smiled, and punched Lui the face, then kicked him in the gut, "You have it right. I almost sealed my own fate letting that one slip didn't I? But you still don't have enough power to seal me away."

Lui smiled grimly, "I don't. But like she said, we do."

Seras grabbed the evil one from behind, and Lui grabbed him from the front. He struggled fiercely, but together they held the dark spirit down. Lui started mumbling something, and then said, "I hope you enjoy nightmares, because that's all you are to me now."

With a final cry of pain, dark Lui faded into blackness, then dissapeared. Power flowed from Lui, and Seras, and together they banished him to the realm of dreams.

Bad dreams, but still dreams.

Lui collapsed, drained. Seras caught him.

"Darn it, I'm supposed to be rescuing you..."

"You did. I'm just returning the favor."

"Thank you... But I think it's time for you to go."

"Right."

When Seras opened her eyes, she was holding Lui tightly. She blinked a few times, then looked around. There was Walter and Anderson, both of whom looked very much surprised and stunned.

"Miss Victoria! Are you alright?"

"I'm fine Walter."

"Good..."

"Oh ya, I'm good to." Lui said wearily, his eyes flickering open, "And I'm touched by your concern."

"Good, then you all get to die together!" A voice yelled out.

They looked around. The FREAKs had returned, and had surrounded them. There was no way they were going to fight their way out this time, not with two members done and one injured (Anderson).

Then one of the FREAKs disintegrated. Then another, single gunshots each.

"Are you needing help comrades?" A heavy accented voice asked.

Lui tried to sit up, "I know that voice... Russian?"

"Ah! American! So it was you who was showing off that impressive display! To woo the young lady there yes?"

Two more FREAKs disintegrated. They all started to back off into cover, giving the four vampires time to seek cover of their own. It was close, but they managed to get behind the hulk of a destroyed vehicle.

"Lui, who is that?"

"It's Russian! A good friend of mine, his name's Ivan. A hundred years or so older than me."

The FREAKs didn't know what was picking them apart, but something was most definitely hitting them. Every time they stuck their head out they would get a bullet put in it, and even sometimes when they thought they were safe.

The FREAKs, after being sliced by Walter, diced by Anderson, blown up by Seras, and seriously freaked out (No pun intended) by Lui, had had enough for one night. They broke and ran, some being picked off on the way.

When they had gone, the group heard footsteps approaching them. Then 'Russian' jumped up onto a rock, and smiled down at them, "Hello comrades!"

He was huge, taller than Lui and much more muscular. His eyes were of course crimson, and his hair was light brown. He smiled down at them, as if nothing had happened.

"You have good timing Russian."

"And you have very bad timing American. Trying to use your power so soon, no, no, that is no good."

"Please, leave the chewing out for when Sara gets here. God know I'll get an earful from her."

"Yes, I believe you will comrade. Please, introduce me to your companions. Especially that charming young lady there, eh?"

"Back off Ivan. This is Father Anderson, Vatican special section thirteen, Iscariot. That's Walter Dornez, soldier turned butler turned ghost. And this is Seras Victoria, and I wouldn't patronize her."

"Oh? So she is your's comrade?"

"Yes, but that's not why. She'll kill you, with her bare hands."

The Russian laughed and said, "Alright, introductions made, vodka all around eh?"

He produced a bottle from somewhere and started chugging it down. He drank about half the bottle before stopping, and then wiped his mouth off on his sleeve, "Nothing beats a good drink of Russian vodka after a battle. Except for a taste of the red stuff eh?"

Lui managed to pull himself into a sitting position, and sat up against the wrecked vehicle. Anderson hit his forehead in frustration, "Not another one!"

Russian frowned slightly, "He is not liking mecomrade?"

"He's not fond of any vampire. He stabbed me in the neck once, and has nearly killed me a number of times."

Russian looked appalled, "What? No, no, no, that is no good. No good. Pretty ladies are for kissing, not fighting yes?"

Lui decided to smart off, "Depends. She's hit me plenty."

At this Seras hit him in the back of the head. Lui motioned that this proved his point. Russian watched for a few minutes as they bickered back and forth. He decided to stop them when Seras began to slam Lui's head against the against the hull they were sitting against.

"No, no, no, we are all on the same side right comrades? Perhaps we should be saving that for when those others come back eh?"

Suddenly they heard the distinctive roar of helicopters approaching. They waited to see what would happen before they opened fire and gave away their position. Five large two rotor helicopters hovered around above them, and Russian squinted at the insignia. Seeing it as a blue and white star, he got up and started waving his arms, "It appears your other friends have arrived comrade!"

A figure in a white coat jumped out of the chopper, and landed nearby. He stood up, and brushed some dirt off his coat. He straitened his glasses, and smoothed his unruly curly hair. Striding forward, he looked at them smiling, "Hey there! You guys had us worried there for a while! When we saw the explosions we didn't know what was going on- Wait, where is Lui going?"

The American had started running away. Towards London. He was running back the way he had came. Kyle and Russian watched this, amused. They had both seen this before.

Suddenly a brunette vampire landed beside Kyle. She wore loose clothing, and her skin was a little on the dark side for a vampire. Her crimson eyes burned with fury.

"Where is he?"

Kyle motioned in the direction Lui was running, "There he goes."

"Luis Thomson get back here right now!"

The brunette ran after the retreating Lui. The Russian and Kyle made bets as the choppers landed and shut down.

"I give him ten seconds."

"No, fifteen comrade."

Lui was running really fast. Then he looked back and saw who was chasing him, then he ran faster. However, the brunette was still catching up to him. Eventually she dive-tackled him, and pinned him to the ground. She grabbed his head and slammed it into the ground.

"You idiot! You disobeyed not one or twobut seven of my orders!"

"Hi Sara, it's nice to see you're alive to. If you would let me- OWW!"

She slammed his head again, "Shut up! You aren't going to talk your way out of this one."

Kyle laughed as he watched the beating, and handed some money to Russian, "You win this time Ivan. God, I haven't seen her this mad since I called her an Indian wench."

Seras looked at the fight, then at Kyle, then back to the fight, "Who is she? She seems so familiar..."

"That's Sara. Lui's and Johnny's 'mother of darkness'."

"You mean their-"

"Ya, that's their former master. Ooh, that had to hurt. Lui has a very good knack for making her mad though."

Seras nodded, "I can tell."

"Oh, this isn't mad for her. This is just getting his attention. No, just wait till later. You'll see mad."

Seras grinned inwardly. She was beginning to Like Sara already.

End Chapter Three

Alright! They've been rescued! Now the work begins!

And yes, this is a radical change in genres from piece to piece. American Visitors was funny with some serious. This will be serious with some funny. Ya, that covers just about everything.

Thanks for the reviews.