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An entirety of two weeks past and Elizabeth remained detached from the rest of Hellsing. The entire d and retrieved his knives .

"Walter," Elizabeth said, "Wake up Alucard."

"Yes Ma'am," Walter said with a bow. Elizabeth closed the file she had been looking at and sighed. An army of FREAKS was massing near Sussex and if they weren't controlled she could have a war on their hands.

"Sir Elizabeth," Alcuard said, floating through the cline. "You summoned me."

"I'm sending you and James to Sussex," Elizabeth said, handing him a file, "There is Freak movement there, suppress them but do not kill them unless you have to. They will probably be armed, is that understood?"

"Yes," Alucard said, bowing, "My master." Elizabeth looked out the window and she sighed, the night was dark and it was only going to get darker.

"James," Alucard said, "Get ready, we're leaving in five minutes." James was lying on his bed and flipping a silver knife over his knuckles.

"Yes," he said, slipping the knife into his boot, "Finally, something to do beside training." James threw on his long black coat and got his guns ready, throwing Pennance and Redemption (his rifles) over his shoulders. Elizabeth was waiting in the garage.

"You'll be traveling with five agents," she said, opening the door, "I am afraid that I cannot attend. Alucard, you're in charge." They loaded up and left, leaving Elizabeth standing in the garage to spend a lonely night in her office doing paperwork. She was only about half way through it when the clock chimed one in the morning.

"Won't you turn in Miss Elizabeth?" Walter asked, "It is late."

"I'll sleep during the day, Walter," Elizabeth said, "It's better in the dark."

"You're working in terrible light," eh said, switching on her lamp, "There, that's better."

"Thank you Walter," Elizabeth said.

"I'll bring tea," Walter said.

"Thank you Walter," Elizabeth said again. "Could you make it decaffeinated please?"

"Certainly," Walter replied. Elizabeth read another form for advanced weapons request and signed it. Freaks and Vatican agents were popping up everywhere and Hellsing forces were stretched thin. Elizabeth pulled yet another form in front of her and started reading when a PFC ran in without even knocking.

"Sir Hellsing!" he said as he ran, "Sir Hellsing!"

"Report," Elizabeth said. The PFC leaned against her desk and was panting. "Rodgers, relax, just breather deeply. What's wrong?"

"It's the Vatican," Rodgers said, "They're advancing."

"Where?" Elizabeth asked, her heart dropping at the thought of her team.

"Here," Rodgers said, "They're coming in the front gates."

"What?" Elizabeth asked, she turned and ran to the window. There were over a thousand troops coming towards the gate, and Anderson was leading them. "Evacuate all personal, ready the troops, tell everyone who can't fight to get out." Elizabeth went to the wall and swung aside a painting of her mother and opened the concealed safe. She spun the dial and opened it, inside there were several dusty objects. A small control with a blue button, the letter with instructions of how to free Alucard and lock him back in the basement, a few special weapons, and the silver cross that her mother had worn in time of need. Elizabeth took the weapons and pocketed them, then she picked up the small control and pressed the button. Over the house an alarm sounded that signaled the evacuation and locked down the compound, leaving only the front gate and secret passageways open. She then took the cross and draped it over her neck. "Dear God in Heaven, please help me." Elizabeth closed the safe and then the painting, she threw her coat on and joined Walter in the corridor.

"Miss Elizabeth," he said, acknowledging her and winding his wires around his fingers. "We stand ready."

"Walter," Elizabeth said, pausing as a squad passed with grim countence. "Walter, I want you to go."

"My place is here," Walter protested, "I've guarded this family for decades, and I'm going to keep on guarding it until the life is crushed from my lungs."

"Please," Elizabeth said, "Go protect the passage way."

"I stand with you," Walter said, "As do all the men on these grounds. We will fight to protect Hellsing."

"Be safe," Elizabeth said.

"The men are assembled in the front hall," Walter said, "I believe that they ware waiting for you." Elizabeth opened the great door and saw before them the few platoons that had been left. She sighed, their odds were not good in any respect.

"Thank you," Elizabeth said to Walter. "Chances are that none of us will survive this battle. If any of you wish to leave, it will not be held against you. Those of you will wives and children I urge to leave, also, new recruits, please go and there will be no word that you have broken your oath. Now, those of you who wish to stay, do not waste your lives. All of those who are veterans, we'll probably be facing regenerates. Just keep your lives well and don't waste them. You have your orders." Elizabeth felt her heart sink even more when most of the rookies and new fathers left, but she understood their position. Elizabeth was left with about a hundred soldiers to repel the thousand Vatican forces. Elizabeth could hear them pounding at the front gates and she knew it was a matter of minutes before they were in the courtyard. She saw that many veterans and a few rookies had stayed, one especially caught her eye. "You're staying, Lucas?" Captain Lucas had been with Hellsing since he was nineteen, and he was well over forty five.

"My place is with you Sir Hellsing," he said, "I fight to protect what your mother held most dear." Elizabeth smiled and they formed up behind her.

"Let us send these bastards to hell where they belong," Elizabeth said. She pulled on her gloves and raised her left hand. "It's about to become very rough." Elizabeth let her anger at the Vatican fill her and her hair turned to fire. Rain began to pelt the ground and lighting lit the dark night as thunder shook the windows. Elizabeth threw out her left hand and a cyclone pushed the door open. It must have been a sight for the Vatican troops. Elizabeth walked out at the head of her troops, her fiery hair whipping around her and her black coat billowing out behind her. She raised her ice blue eyes to meet every one of the Vatican agents. She gave a smile that would have chilled the blood in Alucard's veins.

"Well, well," Anderson said, approaching Elizabeth ahead of his troops, "Little Hellsing, may I comfort you on the death of your mother, she was a worthy adversary."

"Back down Anderson," Elizabeth said, "And I will spare your men."

"Surrender and I may spare yours," Anderson replied. Elizabeth smiled and nodded.

"Why don't we just make this between us?" Elizabeth asked, "There does not need to be any more loss of life."

"But chaos insures victory," Anderson said, "And I will have my victory. Attack!" Elizabeth drew her pistol and took out Anderson before shooting as many as she could.

"Open fire!" Elizabeth shouted. Elizabeth took out at least twelve people with her pistols before casting them aside and letting loose a storm of fire. The fire razed any troops in it's path and set several others running. Suddenly Anderson reached up and gripped her wrist.

"The last Hellsing," he growled, drawing closer with a bayonet in hand. Elizabeth broke his grip and wrenched his bayonet from his hand, throwing it aside. She set herself as Anderson laughed maniacally, this was going to be one hell of a fight.

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