This chapter is a bit short, but the next one shouldn't be as short. This chapter is mainly of the day coming to a close. Enjoy!

Order 5: Closing of the Day

Maxwell's Office. 8:00 P.M.

Maxwell had laid down on the couch he kept in his room, going to sleep to the rain. He woke up, his telephone ringing. He dragged himself off the couch and stretched, answering it. He hoped it wouldn't be another report of a vampire in the city. It was worse.

" Maxwell! Do you have any idea what is going on! There are original article vampires running through my streets! And from what I gather, they came from Rome!"

" Good evening to you too, Sir Integra."

Maxwell hated this woman more than any vampire. She was the kind that loved to grab you by the balls and squeeze so hard until you pass out from the agonizing pain. Maxwell wondered at times if Integra had balls of her own. with the way she acted like she was the God of everyone, it wouldn't have surprised him any less. Most of the conversation was made up with her yelling and barking like a dog at him, blaming him for this whole vampire epidemic. How dare she accuse him! Even he didn't have enough information about what exactly was going on in his Roman streets. Maxwell rubbed the one side of his head, closing his eyes as Integra's constant nagging continued on. He half thought about just slamming the reciever down and forget her, but with all the yelling, she would let out a little bit of valuable information. One, the vampire epidemic had reached into England. How further did it reach? Germany? Ireland? As far as maybe Romania and the Russian border?Another, they were the same kind of vampire. Original article with no flaws you would have found in the chipped ones. The plague was spreading fast. And now it was becoming everyone's problem.

" I am sorry to say, Sir Integra but...even WE don't know exactly how to stop the plague from spreading. We don't even have enough information about where they came from. So if you would hold your tongue you Protestant whore, and let me get back to my own work, I'd be VERY appreciative. I cannot help all the forces in this world."

" You and your Catholic authorities sure act like you can! I request we meet about this, Maxwell. Neither of us even know how far this stretches. Why not tomorrow evening at the same museum we met at last time? Until then, you Catholic demon."

Dial tone. Maxwell frowned and hung up the phone. He had no choice. He would have to meet her. On top of reports coming in every night about these vampires, he had to meet with Sir Integra. No doubt her little slave Alucard would follow her there too 'just for protection'. He remembered meeting them both in that war museum. That tall, clad in red vampire. This meant he would have to bring his best agent with him. He picked up the phone and tried calling Anderson's dorm but there was no pick up. Again he tried until he got frustrated and slammed the phone down. Anxiety was finally getting to the old geezer. Suddenly, Maxwell got up and left his office. He needed out of the office and some room to think openly. That office just seemed to confining at the moment and too stressful.

Anderson's dorm

He laid in his bed sleeping without any dreams like usual. The room was dark, cold but he liked it like this. It was very uncomfortable when the rooms were hot. His coat was neatly hung up on the back of the door along with his priest outfit. He slept with only boxers, sort of like any other man. He had his strong bronzed arms wrapped around his pillow, his head nestled into the fabric and a silent sleep he slept. Something crept in his room silently and slyly. It was a slender figure, the eyes transfixed on the sleeping priest. He wouldn't have expected it. Thunder pounded overhead and once it did, the intruder pounced onto Anderson.

" ANDERSON! EARTHQUAKE! TORNADO! It's finally ARMAGEDDON!"

Anderson woke with a skipped heartbeat, wide eyes and a fall to the floor. He had been soundly asleep, deep into the REM cycle, then suddenly jerked awake. There was a loud crash as he and the intruder tumbled to the floor. Anderson flailed around, trying to find the small chain to pull so his lamp's lightbulb would turn on. Given this was a small dorm, it was no problem finding the lamp on the nightstand. He turned it on and found the intruder to be smiling innocently at him, acting coy and angelic.

" Skey! Whit in the world ye think yer daun! Ah was in ae deep sleep!"

" I know! But Maxwell said I had to wake you cause he wanted to talk to you. He phoned you twice and you didn't pick up. So when he saw me in the hallway, he sent me to get you. Did I scare you?"

Anderson slanted his eyes, groaning and laying back. What in the world did Maxwell want now? Possibly another hunt? It was night now and this was the time most vampires would be out prowling around for their meals. Right now, all Anderson wanted to do was crawl back in bed, snuggle up to his pillow and sleep for the next 24 hours! Now he knew how Skey felt last Saturday night. Skey got up and brushed her coat off. She picked her way through all the books and mess, her lip lifted up in disgust.

" You know, you really should clean this room. It's a pig pen! You know as well as I do that sloth is a deadly sin!"

" Aye, aye Ah know tha', Skey! Will ye leave so Ah can get ready?"

He heard her mocking him as she found her way out the door and closed it so he could get dressed. Skey could have easily came in, shook him some to wake him and say Maxwell wanted to see him rather than coming in his room and scaring the daylights out of him! He was getting old and little pranks like that would be enough to give him a heart attack! She was a great girl, a very good girl but Maxwell could be on to something to suggest she was still a bit of a child. Anderson's shoulder began to pound with pain. He rotated it a bit and winced. It would be bruised. He pulled himself up and shook his head to wake up. He wanted to pull a Skey and simply go back to bed instead of leaving the room.

" Thi' ought tae be guid or Ah'm coming back tae get some sleep."

Skey showed Anderson where Maxwell was. He sat under a large, forest green and white striped tent canopy outside on a layout of smooth concrete. The garden table of black iron was adorned in a spotless white tablecloth, Maxwell's hot tea sitting atop of it, relasing a fine wisp of heat into the cold air. Maxwell sat in a white lawn chair and had his eyes cast onto the night sky with unseen clouds of angry storm. Skey stayed at the patio doors and out of the rain while Anderson took a bold step out and walked to Maxwell under the canopy tent. Anderson took a seat in a spare chair, listening to what Maxwell was telling him. Skey couldn't hear everything they were saying but caught words like London, museum and Hellsing Organization. She had seen Anderson's face fault with such seriousness it could be mistaken for anger. Anderson started to speak, and Maxwell gave a shout that which she heard clearly.

" I will not let her come along! Are you insane, Anderson! What if that nosferatu Alucard got a hold of her! Hm?"

Anderson stood up at his full height, looking down to the dwarf looking Maxwell who became frozen in his chair. Both men locked eyes, Anderson's with fury and Maxwell's with fear. The old man then looked down with shut vision and mumbled. With that, Anderson headed back to the patio doors where Skey stood. Her paused but didn't look down to her, nor did he even give a smile. his attitude remained like stone.

" Get ready, Skey. Yer coming wi' Maxwell and Ah til London."

Skey's Dorm. 9:00 P.M.

The day so far had been interesting. Far too interesting. She had killed a female vampire or at least delivered one of the most fatal blows. Another vampire, mysterious in every way, had given her a very eerie message and now she was heading for London, England. Sunday had proved to be one of the most interesting days of this year. Much had happened, but she wasn't sad for it. she loved spending time with Anderson because she felt like he knew her better than anyone here. Plus, he was the one who took her in, helped her back to health and trained her to be the assassin she was today. this kept a rather elaborate roof over her head, food, clothes and more. Better, she was doing something not just for herself anymore. She was helping humanity out by eradicating its predators. But Skey was always a deep thinker. She questioned humanity on so many accounts. And one question remained. Vampires and that may be predators to humans...but weren't humans at times predators to themselves?