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Bad Name

Angel frowned as he stared at the photos and the written reports. Unlike with Alucard, Integra tended to give him more detailed reports than "go here and kill this many vampires," but this report was a little too detailed for his liking. This one was about a small coven ov Vampires, six in total, who'd been going to clubs all over Great Brittain and hypnotizing entire night clubs full of people before having what the report called "blood orgies". Every single one had ended with the deaths of every non-vampire present, and it had taken Hellsing an absurdly long time to predict their next target.

"These freaks," Angel said, setting the report down, glaring at it. "They're giving vampires a bad name."

"Indeed they are," Integra nodded. "Even worse than the buffoons who invaded our house to kill the Round Table conference and Alucard."

"At least they were killing and eating," Angel scoffed. "Blood orgies. Who the fuck are these idiots fooling?"

"Should we expect civilian casualties?" Seras asked.

"I expect we'll show up to a small army of basic ghouls," Angel said. "These vampires shouldn't be anything special to us. At worst, they'll probably be about level with the Valentine Brothers."

Seras nodded. "Right. Nothing special."

"Now that we've dealt with Millenium, they shouldn't be artificial vampires," Walter spoke up. "And a pureblood vampire created by someone other than Alucard should be no match for you two."

"I'll be leaving you here, Walter," Angel said. "Your standing orders remain as usual. I don't trust Millenium to have all died."

"I believe they did," Walter said. "However, it never hurts to be too careful."

Angel nodded, and he and Seras headed out to the transport. It would be a three hour ride, so Seras agreed with Angel about them being too late.

"Do you think I should use this mission to practice with my blood, Master?" Seras asked, focusing and forming a sword and shield.

Angel shook his head. "Use your gun and martisl arts."

Seras nodded, smiling. She leaned on his shoulder, taking his hand, and they both remained silent for the rest of the ride. As the vehicle rumbled to a stop, they stood, Seras shouldering her rifle as they headed inside. They passed through the entryway of the building and down a spiral staircase to the basement where the club was supposed to be. Instead, what they found was a spotless, untouched room. No club-goers, no blood, no vampires.

"Oh boy," Angel sighed, forming his scythe's true form, despite the cross hanging around his neck, as it had stopped sealing his powers after praying for Anderson. "It's not vampires."

"What do you mean?" Seras asked, just before the door to the private rooms and all of the curtains for the secluded tables opened.

Within seconds, dozens of what looked like Ghouls staggered toward them. Except, they all had twelve-inch claws, fangs six inshes long on mouths now able to stretch wide enough to bite a head off, and none of them bore a single drop of blood outside their shrivelled bodies.

"What are these?" Seras asked, able to recognize the difference between these and Ghouls instinctively.

"Something much worse than Ghouls," Angel growled, crouching and pulling his scythe back on his right side as he leaned forward. "They're newborn Wights. Cover me."

Seras nodded just as Angel exploded forward, spinning and shredding his way into the horde of Wights. as he stopped, two leapt at him and he spun his scythe vertically, splitting both in half. Seras opened fire, dropping Wights rapidly with headshots, and Angel spun, slashing a circle of Wights in half before hurling the scythe, which exploded into a storm of blood cards, shredding a dozen Wights around it. He bent forward and tendrils of darkness lashed outward from under his coat like tails, then spiralled together into a sideways set of jaws, crushing a dozen Wights when the snapped closed. A Wight leapt at him from behind, but Seras shot it and a darkness tendril batted the body aside. Angel straightened up and darkness lashed outward from the open front of his jacket, blowing it open and appearing to come from his sides. More Wights flooded through the door just as the light from the doorway caught on the blood monofilament wires attached to Alex's fingers before he pulled at them. All of the remaining Wights from the first wave burst into pieces before Angel swiped a hand at the door. Wires shredded any thst had already entered, and Seras opened fire at the doorway, slaughtering any who tried to slip in. Just as the magazine ran dry, the last Wight's head exploded. Angel narrowed his eyes, looking around, before pulling Seras back up the steps and outside. As they arrived, they stopped, finding six more Wights facing them. These ones were different, however. Their claws were shorter, their bodies more shivelled, their hair was caked in mud and was dried out, as well as reaching past their shoulders for all six of them, male and female alike, and each of them was holding an MP 5. A strand of Darkness exploded into Seras's jaw, hurling her out of the way just before silver bullets began to explode into Angel rapidly, shredding his body.

Then, finally, it was over, and what remained of Hunter's mangled body collapsed. The Wights lunged instantly, only to all leap away a split second before being shot by Seras. She skidded to a stop between them and Angel, forming a pair of darkness wings and a second set of arms, snarling angrily.

"You won't touch him!" Seras seethed.

The Wights charged, and Seras shot forward. Her shadow arms exploded into two of the Wights' faces, hurling them at the same time as her normal arms struck two more. The last two leapt at her, but she spun in a blur, her shadow arms flattening into blades and shredding them, along with her razor-sharp wings. Just as she stopped spinning, one of the other four Wights reached her and slashed, only for her to lean out of the way, blood forming into a nightstick and crashing into his face, caving in his skull. As the Wight sailed away, tendrils of blood burst from Seras's back, lashing outward and managing to split two of the Wights in half diagonally across the torso, only for the ladt Wight to tackle her to the ground.

The instant her back hit the ground, however, it was suddenly yanked backward off of her and into the air by monofilament wire, then shredded so completely thst only blood splattered back to the ground. Behins Seras, Angel stood, finally regenerated, and walked over to stand beside her as his monofilament wire stitched itself into his scythe rapidly.

"Sorry about that," Angel said. "Silver ammunition is harder to protect my heart and brain from and put myself back together after."

The Wight whose skull Seras had caved in pushed itself up, its face fully healed, and roared, streaking forward, only for Angel to flash past him, his torso separating at the heart. Seras retracted her blood tendrils and nightstick as she let the shadows fade, and Angel reabsorbed his scythe, looking around.

"What are Wights?" Seras asked, retrieving her rifle.

"Wights are undead corpses or living beings that have been introduced to Wight bodily fluids," Angel said. "They're roughly on-level with vampires and werewolves, as a species, except for their senses, which exceed both. However, newborns are still newborns." He frowned. "Someone else created these six and passed along orders to make it look like vampire attacks. They're gunning for Hellsing."

Seras's eyes widened as Angel pulled out his phone and called the phone in Integra's room.

"Are you alright?" Walter answered the phone. "I sensed your consciousness join mine in this body while you remotely restored yours."

"I'm fine," Angel said. "It was Wights. All newborns. They lured us out here, which means they're after Hellsing."

"Understood," Walter said. "Please make haste back to headquarters."

"We're on the way," Angel said, forming himself a set of wings as he hung up, Seras forming shadows into wings before both took off, streaking through the air toward the mansion.

Angel landed first, heading inside with Seras only a few paces behind him. Walter and aintegra met them in the foyer, and he gave them a brief report. Integra looked troubled, but nodded.

"Whoever it is fsking vampire attacks, they're fucking with the wrong people," Integra growled. "I need to warn the Round Table. Walter, call them all to an emergency conference, then collect the book on Wights from the library."

"At once, Sir Integra," Walter bowed before walking away.

"Angel, Seras, go and get some rest," Integra said. "Something tells me you'll need it."

Angel nodded and the two of them headed for their basement rooms.

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