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Declaration of War
Angel smiled as he watched Seras and Pip walking down the street with their groceries. They were becoming friends quickly.
"Are you worried?" Alucard asked telepathically from where he was debriefing Integra.
"No," Angel responded. "It's her choice."
Alucard chuckled and went silent. As he did, Angel absentmindedly shuffled a deck of blood cards in his hands by pulling a section out of the middle and putting it on top over and over. It wouldn't be long until they'd be forced into a war. When that happened, Seras wouldn't be able to smile and enjoy herself like this. If the war didn't go well, he might not see her smile again for a very long time.
"So you are worried," Alucard said.
"Stop reading my thoughts," Angel said, shutting him out. "I'm not worried. I'm terrified."
He watched the two of them for a few more minutes before walking into the building to where their coffins were sitting, sitting down on top of his. He closed his eyes, allowing his mind to drift, feeling it return to the dream he'd had before, the one of his sister. So many things had gone wrong since then. He'd accrued so many sins. More than he could count. And he wasn't sure if he could be forgiven for them, whether it was the murder, the drinking blood, or even just being a vampire. Any of them could be unforgiveable. He had once hoped someone would kill him. He had dreamed and prayed for the day when someone would end him and allow him to be judged. And yet, now he found himself unsure. He knew part of him still wanted to die, but another part had emerged that wanted to live. One that wanted to be able to see Seras smile and be happy. He sighed heavily, closing his hand around his necklace and silently beginning to pray for forgiveness. After a few minutes, Seras sat beside him, slipping her hand into his free one, saying nothing. After a few more hours, while Pip was preparing to get them a ship to ride home on, The door suddenly exploded open.
Angel spun, forming himself a few dozen throwing knives to float around him as his necklace swung with the momentum of his speed, catching the light spinning around Anderson. He stalked into the room, glaring at them all as Alucard moved to meet him. The two of them traded three devastating punches at the same time before both drawing their weapons. Seras shouted something like a battle cry as she grabbed her cannon, only for Anderson to turn his crazed grin on her, making her freeze. He hurled a bayonet into the wall beside her, then stopped as he found Angel's daggers floating around him. However, Angel didn't skewer him because the bayonet had a paper attached, He was simply passing a message.
"The Vatican has a small private jet thirteen kilometers north of here," Anderson said, picking up his shattered glasses. "There is your release paper. Our people are expecting you. So take it, and get the hell out of here before I decide to decapitate you again. And you..." he glared at Angel furiously, "consider yourself lucky that His Holiness, the Pope, ordered me personally to stay my hand. Otherwise, you'd be dead by now."
"Perhaps," Angel said. "But I'm not going to count my blessings until we're away from you."
Anderson narrowed his eyes. "A monster like you has no blessings."
And with that, he turned and stalked out of the building again. Angel reabsorbed his throwing knives before they quickly gathered their things. Pip got them a truck to carry the coffins with and they left, heading to the jet.
Angel stopped his attack on the intruder when Integra raised a hand, his blood daggers floating around the target. It was a Werecat that looked about fourteen, wearing a Hitler Youth uniform with black shorts, a yellow dress shirt, black knee-high socks, a black tie, white gloves, and black dress shoes. He had messy blond hair falling around his head with a pair of black cat ears sticking up from the top, though currently they were lying almost flat. He had suddenly appeared in the middle of the meeting, as Alucard was explaining the identity of Millennium. Everyone who could fight, minus Walter and Alucard, had prepared to strike, Angel getting as far as surrounding him with telekinetically-controlled blood daggers, only for their respective commanders to call them off, the intruder claiming to be only a messenger.
"My deepest apologies ma'am," Walter said as the Werecat walked forward to the table, Angel's daggers moving with him. "I don't know how he got past security."
"Zey are useless against me," the boy said matter-of-factly, setting a portable screen on the end of the table. "I'm everyvere, and novere."
The boy looked over at Seras, staring intently for a moment before several of Angel's daggers grouped together between them, inching closer. The boy smirked and turned back to the table.
"To ze gazered representatives of ze Vatican and Great Britain, my commanding officer, ze glorious Major, has a message for all of you. Please attend carefully."
He pressed the power button on a remote, but nothing happened. He pressed it several more times.
"What's going on?" another German accent asked from the blank screen speakers. "Zere's no picture."
Someone in the background was screaming, pleading for their life, by the sound of it.
"Oberscharführer Schrödinger, ze screen is not working," the voice said, just before the screen came on with static before slowly clarifying. "Oh, hold on. Right zere! Zat's good!"
The image switched to a floor strewn with partially-devoured corpses.
"Major, looks like you've really got your hands full," Schrödinger commented as everyone else glared at the screen."
"Oh, sings are going vell," the Major said. "It feels as if a veight has finally been lifted from my shoulders. I'm feeling great, in fact!"
"Hello, Major," Alucard said, walking over to stand a few feet away from the screen.
"Alucard!" the Major smiled, appearing on screen again. "I'm so happy to see you again! It's really been far too long!"
Alucard chuckled.
"What is it that you want?" Integra asked.
"Oh, finally, face-to-face with the Fraulein herself!" the Major smiled. "Sir Integra Hellsing! It's a pleasure to meet you!" he bowed, a hand across his chest. "What's the purpose of this? What are you trying to accomplish? Answer me!"
"Ze purpose," the Major mused. "Vat a silly question, mine beautiful Fraulein. Purpose. How quaint!" He laughed in a high, almost giggling voice. "To put it in ze simplest possible terms, Fraulein, our purpose is a total absence of purpose. You should be aware, Fraulein, zat zere are people in zis world, certain irredeemable lumps, for whom ze means does not require an end. I speak, of course, of myself." He snapped his fingers and someone began to scream again as dozens of voices roared and snarled, before the video feed switched to someone being eaten by more than a dozen vampires.
"Be sure to eat every bite," a voice off screen instructed. "If he turns into a ghoul, I vill not be happy."
Everyone watched the grizzly scene in silence.
"Oh vow!" Schrödinger said pleasantly, hands behind his head. "I didn't sink ze decision vould be zat harsh, Sir."
"You're insane," Maxwell, head of Iscariot, said. "All of you."
"Did I just hear someone from from Iscariot questioning my sanity?" the Major asked. "Zen let me ask you, if your God vould allow my madness to flourish across the globe, zen, vouldn't it seem to you zat any God like zat vould be just as mad as I?"
Maxwell's teeth clenched in rage just as Schrödinger shrieked in pain, half a dozen knives driving themselves into the back of his left knee.
"Oh!" the Major said, grinning widely. "I seem to have angered ze Christian vampire! Such a shame you cannot touch me, but zere is no reason to harm such a young boy."
"Young boy my ass!" Angel snarled, the daggers twisting as they withdrew from his leg, making him shout in pain again.
"That's enough, Angel," Integra said.
"If you are so mad, and ve are ze insane ones, try to stop me, you self-proclaimed normal people," the Major invited. "But unfortunately, Iscariot is not my true enemy. My true enemy is Britain. The Hellsings. Vell, really, zat man laughing in ze corner back zere!"
All eyes turned to Alucard as his quiet chuckle transformed into loud, wicked guffaws and cackles.
"A declaration of war!" Alucard grinned. "Excellent! I can't wait to destroy you again!"
"No matter vat you do, ve vill never give up," the Major said. "Ve vill reverse zis ridiculous situation as many times as ve have to."
"Alucard, Angel, Seras, kill him," Integra instructed.
Instantly, all of Angel's daggers shot inward at Schrödinger with enough speed to burst out of the opposite side before Alucard's silver pistol shoved itself into Schrödinger's mouth and fired, splattering his head.
"Fine," the Major said. "Shoot ze messenger if zis is vat you come to. Auf Wiedersehen, mine Fraulein. I look forward to meeting you across ze battlefield."
The screen exploded as Seras shot it twice. However, as the pieces scattered across the floor, they noticed something was wrong. Schrödinger and all of his blood were suddenly gone.
"He's fast," Angel said, pulling his knives back to himself and reabsorbing them. "Impressive."
"Alucard," the queen spoke up, "Sir Hellsing. Destroy them. You have your orders."
"Yes, your Majesty," Integra bowed, then turned and swept out of the room, her four servants following after her.
Angel walked into the dining room and stopped, watching as Seras ate a spoonful of soup, only to immediately begin to vomit again, He sighed, walking over to her and rubbing her back as she coughed.
"Your body's growing desperate," Angel said. "You need to drink."
Seras stared at the table and Angel sighed, splitting the tip of his finger using his own blood before holding it out.
"A few drops won't turn you into a full vampire, but it'll settle your stomach and stop you from being so hungry you tremble," he said.
Seras hesitated before nodding and closing her lips around his bleeding finger. He waited a few seconds for her to drink, watching her blue eyes turn crimson for a moment before pulling his hand away. For a moment, she sat motionless, as if in a daze, then sighed, focusing her vision on him.
"Thank you, Master," Seras said. "For being so patient."
"Being forced to drink too early hurt," Angel said. "I'm not going to do that to you."
Seras smiled, nodding, then hesitated, eyes flicking downward for the briefest of instants. Angel leaned toward her and Seras instantly moved to meet him. However, someone else had other plans.
"That's enough of that, now," Integra said, less than a second before they could meet. "Gear up for deployment. We've lost contact with the Aircraft Carrier Eagle, and we're assuming it's Millennium."
"Yes, sir," Angel said, careful to keep his annoyance out of his voice.
Seras, face bright pink, slipped past him and ran from the room to get her guns. Once she was gone, Angel turned to Integra, leaning back against the table and crossing his arms.
"Sorry to interrupt," Integra said.
"Yes, I'm sure," Angel said sarcastically. "You certainly weren't standing outside the door waiting to see what we'd do."
Integra shrugged. "Of course I wasn't. I have more important matters to attend to than to stop you and her from kissing purely to annoy you."
Angel smirked, shaking his head. "Of course you do." He pushed off the table following her out of the room.
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