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Home Invasion

Angel smirked as Seras glared at Walter. He'd just replaced her bed with a coffin, and she was not pleased.

"Walter, what the hell is this...thing?"

"That thing that you're referring to is a coffin," Walter said, Angel snorting.

"I know," Seras said through gritted teeth, walking around beside Walter. "Why is there a coffin in my bedroom?"

"Oh!" Walter said, as though just understanding what she meant. "It's here on orders from Sir Integra." His voice became slightly more shrill in a poor imitation of a girl's voice. "We can't have a vampire who doesn't sleep in a coffin." His voice dropped back to normal. "So, there you are!"

"What have you done with my bed?" Seras asked icily.

Walter darted around to the other side of the coffin from her before bowing politely. "I had it disposed of, of course."

Seras shrieked in exasperation and annoyance. "Walter!"

"It's alright, Seras," Angel finally said, stepping forward and setting a hand on her shoulder. "It's not to enforce stereotypes, or a punishment. For as long as you go without drinking blood, you'll grow weaker until you either lose control entirely or die. Sleeping in a coffin filled with soil from the place your birthplace will delay that and give you time to be ready to drink blood."

Seras hesitated before sighing heavily. "I don't like it."

"And why should that be important?" Alucard asked, stepping through the door.

Seras began to pout as Walter walked over to a briefcase on a table by the wall, Alucard walking into the room.

"Good evening, Alucard," Walter said. "I have something very special I'd hoped to show you."

"Figures," Angel huffed. "He gets a new gun, Seras gets a new coffin, and I get squat."

"You get this," Walter said, tossing Angel the necklace that had been broken during the fight with Anderson, now hanging on a new blessed silver chain.

Angel smiled, pulling it on and taking off the spare, once again hissing in pain as the metal burned his skin.

"Why do you wear that, Master?" Seras asked, frowning.

"Because, despite being a vampire, I retain my Christianity from before I was turned," Angel said.

"But, can't you be a Christian without wearing it?" Seras asked.

"The pain is a sort of...penance for my sins," Angel said.

"It also acts like a seal for you powers," Alucard said, now holding a black gun even longer than his already-ridiculous silver one.

"Not all," Angel said. "It only weakens them. I can still fight with it on."

Alucard shook his head.

"I believe I have something special for you as well, Miss Victoria," Walter said.

Seras turned, staring as he picked up a rifle the size of a tank's main gun.

"The Harkonnen," Walter said. "A thirty millimeter, Anti-FREAK cannon. Designed to be used with both depleted Uranium shells and exploding incendiary shells, this weapon will destroy all but the most heavily-armored of targets."

Seras pointed at the gun, trembling and slack-jawed. "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?"

Angel chuckled. "That is your new backup toy. You're a sniper and machine gunner, so that's not a bad choice."

Seras glared at him just before the ground trembled. Angel's smile dropped as Alucard's grew excited, Walter narrowing his eyes. He pulled out a phone, dialing it and demanding a report from whoever answered.

"We're under attack by ghouls," Walter said, once he'd hung up. "Armed, trained ghouls. An undead army."

"Are we talking a battalion, a company, or a platoon?" Angel asked.

"More than a platoon, less than a company," Walter said.

Just then, the building shook again, dust falling from the ceiling.

"What was that?" Seras asked.

"The heliport," Angel said. "Too well planned to not have a traitor."

"Agreed," Walter nodded.

Just then, a phone receiver that doubled as a PA system turned on off to the side. "Ahem, hello? Uh, is this thing on? Cool. Thiss message is going out to the Round Table conference, and a very personal and heart-felt shout out to the queen bitch herself, Miss Hellsing! Alright!" The voice was cocky and annoying, and sounded to be early twenties at best. "Your ass is currently being kicked by the Valentine brothers! My name is Jan Valentine, and I can't wait to meet each and every one of you. We'll be getting intimate as soon as me and the boys finish lunch. Let me be the first to thank you for providing us with all these tasty snacks! By tomorrow, Hellsing will be nothing but a pile of shit. You've got nowhere left to run and nowhere to hide. And now, I'm comin' ta kill you! I wanna see you cry and beg! In the mean time, I highly recommend pissing yourself, followed by a course of praying to your impotent God! But hey! There's always time to be a man and just kill yourself! Thank you London! We love you! GOOD NIGHT! ! !"

The phone switched off. Angel narrowed his eyes dangerously, blood flowing from his wrist to form a scythe.

"Time to clean house," Angel growled.

"What's your position, Walter?" Integra's voice asked.

Walter picked up the phone. "Miss Victoria's room in the sub-basement. I've already been brought up to speed on the situation. Outside communication has been cut off, so I wouldn't expect reinforcements for at least four hours, maybe five. In the mean time, our forces have been ordered to defend the conference room with their lives." He paused to listen. "Well, for starters, please fortify the door to the conference room. Since Alucard, Miss Victoria, and Angel are with me down in the sub-basement, I propose we divide into two teams. Alucard will head upstairs, Miss Victoria, Angel, and I will make our way toward the conference room." He paused again. "How did you manage to find Alucard's cell ten years ago?" Another pause. "Seems to be the best option, ma'am. We'll all be there shortly. Good luck." He moved to hang up.

"Walter," Integra said, loudly enough for them to all hear. "These animals are eating my people! Show no mercy! DO NOT LET THEM LEAVE THE GROUNDS ALIVE!"

Walter smiled, hanging up before pulling out a pair of gloves and putting them on. "By your orders, then, Sir Integra."

"Oh," Alucard smirked. "Does Walter Dornez, the Angel of Death, ride again?"

Seras looked back and forth between Alucard and Walter. "Come on! What are you two talking about?"

"You'll see soon enough," Alucard said.

"It'll be quite the show," Angel said.

"Put the veteran and the rookie together, and you may as well have one normal soldier," Walter mused, right hand to his chin.

"That's true for me and Seras," Angel said. "You and Seras still qualify as a master."

Walter smiled. "You may overestimate me."

"Don't be humble about it," Angel said. "Anyway, since you two are going through the air ducts, I'll sweep the hallways toward the conference room and meet you up there."

"Very well," Walter nodded. "Try not to miss the fun."

"Try to leave a few for me," Angel said. "Have fun, Seras."

"Ah, yes sir, my master!" Seras said.

Angel chuckled, walking out of the room and up toward the hallway. As he reached the hallway, he stopped, finding himself standing beside a group of four shredded soldiers and a vampire with long, blond hair, a pristine white suit, a combat knife, and a phone to his ear.

"I've got to go," he said. "I have more company."

Angel lowered his scythe so that the blade hovered three inches over the ground and wrapped around in front of him.

"So, you're in command of the ghouls," Angel said. "Jan Valentine? Or the brother?"

"The brother," he said. "Luke Valentine. "My brother's in charge of killing Integra Hellsing. I'm after Alucard."

Angel snorted in amusement and stepped out of his way. "Be my guest. He'll be waiting for you at the end of the hall."

Luke narrowed his eyes before walking past Angel, Angel closing the mirror that served as the secret door behind him. Then, Angel turned, making his way along the first floor to the stairs. At the beginning of the second floor he found the first of his targets, and a sea of dead Hellsing security. The ghouls turned to him as he all but flew across the dead bodies, reaching the first handful before they'd even grabbed their guns, sending their heads spinning into the air. A moment later, bullets began to fly toward him, Angel ducking and dodging between them, slaughtering the ghouls. He split one across the chest, splitting its heart in half, removed the right half of another's head. He leapt over a pile of corpses, spinning as he passed through a barrage of bullets, his scythe severing three heads from their necks, then split the last down the center. Then, he continued through the building, following the corpses. The ghouls had been heading directly for the conference room, so he knew that he wouldn't have to check the whole floor, plus he could hear them and smell the blood.

He leapt up the stairwell, landing on the wall halfway up, then leapt to the door, removing three ghouls' heads as soon as he passed through the door. A ghoul to his right placed a bullet through his side, and he twisted, his scythe flashing upward and sheering the upper right side of its torso off, severing its right arm halfway down the forearm as well. He took off again, flying across the sea of corpses, carving his way through three more groups of ghouls before reaching the stairs to the third floor. As he turned the corner into the conference room's hallway, he arrived just in time for the entirety of the ghoul force in front of himself to explode seemingly of their own accord, the vampire at the front remaining frozen with shock as Walter stood ahead of him, walking toward him.

"I highly recommend pissing yourself, followed by a course of praying to your impotent God," Walter said menacingly, walking calmly toward the vampire, who began to cackle.

"Now that's fuckin' great!" Jan Valentine said. "Cause I gotta tell ya, plowing through you people was really starting to bore the fuck out of-" He shrieked in pain as Angel stepped past him, driving a blood dagger up through his cock and into his pelvis, hitting the bundle of nerves there for maximum pain.

"Shut your fucking mouth," Angel snarled, then spun, kicking him in the face and sending him exploding backward to the end of the hallway, cratering the wall as his teeth scattered across the floor the whole way there. "Show a little respect for your betters, especially when those betters could kill you before you even knew they'd moved."

"HUCK!" Valentine shrieked, clutching at his groin. "YOU MUHER HUCKER!"

"Very nice," Walter said as Angel walked over to stand beside him. "A tad excessive."

"He's ready for interrogation," Angel said.

"Very true," Walter nodded.

Valentine staggered to his feet, snarling in rage before speaking around the blood flooring from his mouth. "Ahm done playin' around!" He snapped his fingers, dozens more ghouls flooding around the corner, these all bearing steel riot shields, holding them in front of themselves with their machine guns in a small notch on the sides.

"Oh my," Walter said. "Miss Victoria, now would be a good time for support."

At the far end of the hallway behind Walter and Angel, Seras, lying behind her new gun, fired a depleted Uranium round into the troops, mowing down an entire column of ghouls in one shot, the bullet punching through every shield in the column before exploding behind them.

"Second volley, fire an incendiary round with a BT fuse straight through the center ranks!" Walter instructed, Angel leaning casually against the wall to watch.

"Yes, sir!" Seras shouted, opening her cannon's breach and ejecting a shell casing bigger around than her arm before reloading with the round she was instructed to.

"Oh, huck you!" Valentine shouted.

A second later, she fired and Valentine took off as the round exploded and decimated the ghouls. As Valentine shot past Angel, however, his leg caught on Valentine's scythe, sending him crashing to the ground, his foot spinning into the air. As he pushed himself up, Walter smirked in front of him.

"You're quick for having been stabbed in the dick," Angel commended. "Impressive. But you're done running."

Valentine spun, grabbing an FN P90 hanging at his side, moving to shoot Angel, only for Seras to kick the gun out of his hand before trapping him in a choke hold with his left arm pinned behind his back, then pulling him back almost into a right angle.

"Get uhf, bitsh!" Valentine growled. "Ah'm supposed to be on top!"

"It's amazing that you can't even regenerate something as small as teeth, and yet you thought you could take Hellsing's actual troops on," Angel said.

"That is quite an impressive hold," Walter said. "Where did you learn it?"

"Well, I was a police officer once," Seras said.

"Get huh huck uhf me, you hucking hampire slut!" Valentine shouted, only for Angel to drive the bottom of his foot into the tip of Valentine's nose, flattening it.

"Watch your mouth," Angel growled. "We've got a few questions for you."

"What is the objective of this attack?" Walter demanded. "Who are you taking orders from?

"You broke mah hucking nose!" Valentine wailed, ignoring Walter entirely.

"Look, you little pissant," Angel growled, kneeling down. "You're going to answer the question, or I'm going to teach you just how much pain it takes to make someone choose to die."

Valentine stared at him for a moment before huffing. "You got a cross around your neck. You do shit!"

Angel narrowed his eyes. "My existence as a vampire is already a sin. What's a little more? I have all the time in the world to pray for forgiveness, or forestall judgement. And don't expect your brother to save you. Alucard's going to be repainting the basement with him."

Valentine's eyes widened slightly. "No way!"

"Whose orders were you following?" Walter asked again.

Valentine narrowed his eyes before beginning to say something, but this time it was too garbled and distorted by his lack of teeth and broken nose to understand. Angel rolled his eyes and grabbed Valentine by the face, his blood forming a few false teeth for him.

"Ow!" Valentine yelped. "That fucking hurts man!" His voice was only slightly distorted by the broken nose now, but understandable. "As I was saying, there's no way my brother's going to lose! My brother and I were created to kill you fuckers!"

"Created by who?" Angel asked, then stopped, staring down the hallway behind Seras.

As soon as Seras began to look, Valentine drove an elbow into her gut then launched himself past Angel and Walter. Neither reacted fast enough to stop him, both too preoccupied with the ghouls staggering into sight, all of the deceased Hellsing troops.

"My God, what have you done!?" Walter demanded.

"Should have decapitated them on the way up," Angel sighed, setting his scythe on his right shoulder, the blade reaching up into the air again. He looked back just as Valentine burst through the door to the conference room, only to stumble to a stop, his stump leg barely able to keep him upright.

"You made it," Integra said calmly, everyone in the room aiming a pistol at him. "Congratulations."

"Oh fuck me," Valentine said, just before they all opened fire.

Angel turned back to the front only to freeze, staring in surprise. The ghouls were faster than he expected for simple zombies. They'd caught Seras and were holding her down. Except, that wasn't all. They were groping her. One was squeezing her breast, another her ass. Two were holding her legs apart. They'd definitely eat her, but for some reason they were molesting her first. And then, they weren't. The switch was so fast he barely registered it before it was over. Suddenly, Seras' vampire instincts had taken over and she was ripping the ghouls apart, literally. Every strike shattered bones and splattered blood. One flew into the air as only a torso and above, its right arm missing at the elbow. Another had its head smashed by an elbow. Another against the wall. One was ripped in half at the waist by a sweep of her arms. Two had a hand driven through their torsos. Angel shot forward, decapitating the last and reabsorbing his scythe in the blink of an eye, spinning Seras around and wrapping his arms around her.

"It's alright, Seras," he said softly, holding her tightly and stroking her back. "It's alright. It's over now. They can't hurt you anymore. I wont let them hurt you."

Seras began to calm, her red irises fading to blue again before wrapping her arms around him and sagging slightly, beginning to cry into his chest.

"Shh," he breathed. "Shh. It's alright. It's over. You're okay."

Seras nodded, forcing herself calm before stepping away from him. Just as she did, Integra fired four shots into Valentine's torso.

"We'll have no more of that," Integra said. "I'm pissed off. Who the hell are you people? What did you hope to accomplish coming here? Who's responsible for this? Start talking!" The rage in her face grew as Valentine began to laugh. "ANSWER!"

"Come on, bitch, you know," Valentine said. "The ones that put the fucking chip in me! The chip that's sending them information letting them know we fucked up. They can hear us talking. Every last goddamn word. If they know I'm standing here all fucked up and dying about to tell you everything, you think they're gonna fucking let me live?"

As if on cue, bright blue flames suddenly engulfed his body.

"See?" Valentine laughed. "I so fuckin' told you! Well, since I'm fucked, how bout I piss a little wisdom on you dipshits!? You can take this clue and shove it up your ass, bitch!" Valentine flipped Integra off, beginning to turn to ash. "Beware...the...Millennium!" He crumbled into dust.

"That's it?" Integra asked. "Millennium?"

"Are you alright, Sir Integra?" Walter asked.

"Yes, I'm fine," Integra said. "And as for them..." she stared at the still-living ghouls lying scattered across the ground. "Please, put them out of their misery, Walter."

"Of course," Walter bowed.

"Walter, you will belay that order," a man in a red suit from the conference said, stepping up among the ghouls, holding a revolver out to Integra. "The responsibility must fall to their leader. Sir Integra, it's your duty."

"No, Silas!" Walter snapped. "That's going too far!"

"This entire situation should have been prevented," Silas said. "Integra, your lack of preparation is an offense. And since this facility is under your command, the responsibility it yours. The fact that these men died and were reanimated as these creatures is entirely your fault."

"How dare you, sir!?" Walter exploded.

"WALTER!" Integra shouted over him. She accepted the gun and walked forward, kneeling and placing the barrel to one ghoul's head. She muttered a few words under her breath, most likely an apology, or acknowledging her guilt in their deaths, before firing.

"Now Walter," Silas said. "See what you can find out about this Millennium. I expect you to work quickly and thoroughly."

"Yes, of course, sir," Walter said.

"We will see them pay a thousand fold for this horror," Silas growled.

They watched as Integra finished any other ghouls who still clung to life before all separating to take care of whatever they needed to. Angel headed to Seras' room, opening the door to see her sitting against the wall, crying. He walked over and sat beside her, pulling her into him and stroked her back comfortingly. He said nothing, because there was nothing he could say so make things easier. He simply held her and allowed her to cry.

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