Chapter 13

Seras sat in her room; she knew something was coming…soon. She smiled to herself, a smile that would remind anyone of Alucard. Seras had received a peaceful sleep, but she craved for action. She didn't know what was wrong with her, she remembered that night 100 years ago. The night Incognito attacked, her master was delighted! He craved the fight, but she didn't understand, she had never understood. Until know. Seras laughed to herself, as if she was insane.

Elena settled herself in her chair, no reports. But it didn't feel right. Something was wrong. Elena flicked on the TV, a live news report appeared on the screen. It caught her eye, but it shouldn't be happening!

"This is coming in live!" The news copter's reporter's voice blasted through. On the TV was the scene of a coastal city, boats lined the coast, if you could call them boats. The decks were of pure shadow and swirled in the air, but an army of figures descended from them. The camera zoomed in; it was an army of monsters! Elena jumped up from her chair. The camera changed to another copter. A different voice was heard.

"This is the same all up the coast. It seems we are being attacked!" Elena shut of the TV with the remote.

'How could this be happening?' Elena thought. 'Such a huge force…we never expected a move like this..' Elena angrily picked up the phone.

"Commander! Get all the men prepped and ready! We need to defend the coast!"

"Yes, ma'am." Came his answer. She pressed another number. It linked through to Walter.

"Walter! Tell the British army to back us up, we need to defend the coast!" Elena slammed the phone down. "Idiots!" She shouted. Her hair drooped in her face as she stormed out of the room. "Seras!" She shouted. Sure enough, Seras appeared in front of her. A smile covered her face. "Stop smiling…get down to the coast now! Stop them!" Elena shouted in her servants face, she was too angry to realize that she was shouting in the face of something that could tear her limb from limb. But Seras laughed and vanished into the shadows. "Shit! Even with Seras…we can't stop them, they are just too many. What a perfect ambush…" She started to storm off again, when something stopped her. A presence behind her. She turned, it was a black dog behind her.

"You are not Integra…" Was all the voice said. But Elena immediately turned ice cold. She was afraid.

Seras appeared at the coast of a once tourist city. No troops were here, but that was good, they didn't expect a defence. Seras pulled out the cassul and demon. She stood on the pier, black boats were out at sea. It seems that they were brought here on those, as if on order. The ranks were made up of the same creatures Seras fought in Ireland plus more. Where could they have all come from? It was an impossible number! But she didn't question any more. She locked onto the nearest target and fired. The bang rang out, the body of a vampire fell to the floor as a starting pistol for the ensuing charge. The army grew into a frenzy and bloodlust. Roars, shouts and screams filled the night.

"Releasing control art restriction to level 3." Seras chanted before firing another shot at an incoming freak. The bullet pierced his skull and he fell. Seras smiled at the carnage, her master's words came back to her.

"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger."

Elena stared at the black dog, it spoke to her then remained silent as if it had never spoke in the first place…It stared straight at her, it's eyes boring into her very being. Those crimson eyes…but slowly on its head two more sets of eyes opened! Elena stepped back, wanting to run away from this creature. But suddenly as she blinked it was gone! It vanished into thin air! Elena looked around her heart in her mouth. Panting as she was trying to get her breath back.

'Why am I so afraid?' Elena gritted her teeth and forced herself to carry on down the hallway. As the leader of Hellsing she had to be strong, she had to give a strong image. But Elena looked back down the corridor just in case…but there was nothing. The strange black dog was gone.

Walter relayed Elena's message to the army, in fact they were already there. But being pushed back by the army of evil.

"In the name of God, impure souls of the spawn of evil shall be banished into eternal damnation…."

"Amen." Elena finished. Walter looked up. Anger twisted her face, but he was worried as well. "Can you still fight?" Walter smiled.

"Of course,"

"Good, I want every man out. Leave no one." Walter sighed.

"I suppose this will be the time to use what my father taught me." Elena looked at him slightly confused.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha…."Seras laughed, as she shot freak after freak. They couldn't even get near her. Try as they might. The anger of their fallen comrades showed in their eyes, their hands reaching out for her. Just before she shot them dead. Dead bodies littered the beach, starting to pile on top of each other. Her pistols ran out as she filled them with Walter's new ammo. She reloaded and resumed her dance of death. He wind blew up, reminding her she was in England. This place was still alive, and would not simply let it self be killed. It would fight with every breath.

"Releasing control art restriction to level two, level one." Seras chanted, she wanted backup, her backup, it came. Out of the shadows of the buildings behind her, her familiars appeared. Those same shadow werewolves from before. All four of them came. One with two head and one with three. Their crimson eyes engaged the target. They charged on all fours past Seras and leapt into the fray. Their pure shadow fur rippling at the wind.

"Come in! What is going on! How is this happening!" Elena shouted down the phone. There was nothing but gunfire from the other end. "Commander! Come in!"

"Miss Hellsing, the commander is gone. But the situation is critical…" His voice was drown out for a moment by a roar. "….need back up! I repeat! We need back up!" The line went dead. Elena pressed the button that patched her directly to Sir Smith ((AN: Ha nice name…)), he was in charge of the police and MI-5.

"Hello?"

"Do you have any spare forces! Our people need back up!" Silence was met down the phone.

"No, we have the armed police controlling the citizens…"

"What!" Elena shouted at he old man. "Get them down to the coast, you stupid man!"

"Now see here…"

"Shut up!" She interrupted. "There won't be any civilians to protect if we don't stop them now!"

((AN: please note that this is 100 years into the future so they have faster transport that I haven't mentioned…))

Walter stepped off the helicopter, there before him the soldiers were trying their best to hold back the attack, hardly any other sound could be heard above the gunfire. Walter flexed his fingers in his father's gloves. He stood behind the soldiers, the clips and bullet casings falling to the floor as rain. Suddenly an animal man broke through and bounded up over the soldiers! Walter immediately came to action, the demon fell as pieces. The soldiers looked at him and nodded their thanks. Walter pulled his silver strings back to him.

Seras grinned as she watched her shadow werewolves tear through the oncoming force, they just couldn't fight back against them.

"Ha, is that all you have? Pathetic…where is your master? He is pitiful for sending out such a pathetic force." The army of freaks broke through the pier to the left and right of her. She lifted her guns either side of her and fired. The freaks dropped, silver filled their bodies. They started piling on top of each other. A blast alerted her and the army of freaks to what was going on out at sea. Planes overhead flew over. They dropped bombs…A large bang as they hit the boats far out at sea. Water sprayed over them, a lot of the freaks were drown by the wave soon after. But Seras peered out at the boats…they were still there!

This battle was like no other…so she decided to try once more…

"Situation A. The Cromwell approval is now in effect. I'll show you what a real vampire can do!" Dark thin spirals of pure shadow rose from the ground, they spun around her like a dark wisps of smoke. Seras put away her guns and looked down to the floor. Her hat overshadowing her face. Then, the dark wisps shot out at the freaks! They pieced them before they fell as ash or corpses! The screams of the dead and dying filled the night, but Seras revelled in it, it was fun to her now…A vampire appeared behind her. She didn't even turn around, the vampire plunged his arm into her, expecting to kill her. Instead the shadows enveloped his arm and his arm began to rot! He cried out and pulled back, but his arm fell as nothing but bone, until it disappeared as dust.

Walter was continuingly using his silver thread now…there was just too many of them…The soldiers were being pushed back, even with the tanks behind them firing of shells at the incoming enemy! It was no use. But the freaks never neared him as he watched them tear up his comrades; they fell as pieces or exploding into dust. Blood spattered his face, the howls and shouts of war…it was a massacre…the troops were dropping faster then the enemy now.

Elena watched the news for what was happening. One copter had a very interesting picture.

"….That brave lone soldier is taking them on all by himself. It's suicide!" A lone figure stood on the pier, when suddenly the first wave hit and she released a flurry of bullets. "…But whatever he's doing it seems to be working!" The monsters couldn't even get near her as they fell before the onslaught." But then the camera moved, all you could see was the floor of the copter, followed by screams and shouts. The camera man must have dropped it because you only saw a view of the floor rolling along. But then the sky could be seen, the camera had fallen out of the copter, it flashed up for just a second before it hit the floor. A birdman was attacking the copter! The body of the reporter was flung out of the window. The camera hit the sand of the beach with the lens pointing toward the onslaught of freaks. But all she saw was a giant paw stamp on the camera. Then the screen flashed off with a 'please stand by' message on the screen. Elena gripped the corner of the seat with renewed vigour, her nails pierced the leather.

"…It's as if hell itself has opened its gates…"

Seras winced as the first rays of light peeked over the horizon. The creatures and freaks saw this as well and panicked! They whipped around and fled back to their ships.

"Where do you think you're going!" Seras yelled. Her writhing shadows surrounding her reached out on the ones lagging behind and they were immediately torn to shreds, blood and foam dripping form their mouths as they fell. Her shadow werewolves gripped and tore into more of them with their jaws. But it wasn't enough, the creatures dove back into the water, the waves now crashing against the pier. Many were thrown back and smashed into the pier. But Seras was worried and lost in thought.

"Why try such a suicidal attack, and so close to dawn?" But Seras could only think of one thing. They were testing their defences, next time they would be better armed and perhaps more organized. Dawn touched her, the rays on her skin for the first time in years. Seras raised her hand to her face, she was so pale. She hadn't noticed. Was it so long ago she was in the sun? Even as a fledgling she was in the sun, at dawn and dusk she could be. But the shadow werewolves began to fade away, back from whence they came. Seras felt the bonds heavy on her once again, she checked to make sure they were gone, the boats were pulling away. Seras turned and disappeared.

Walter couldn't believe it! The entire battalion massacred before him, but then the first rays of light filtered over the horizon, they all flinched and panicked stuck their faces. All of a sudden they turned and dove back to their offshore ships. Walter couldn't believe it…he watched in awe as the unstoppable force ran back in fear of the sun. He had never been more thankful to see the sun in all his life. Walter heaved in breaths panting, that truly was a scene from a war with hell itself. One of the few surviving soldiers still gripped his gun as if they were still coming, his face pale and unmoving. His comrades diced and body parts strewn all over around him. The tanks didn't fare better behind him; they acquired giant slashes and were beyond repair. One of the soldiers fell to the ground and vomited what was left of his last meal. But Walter had a bad feeling that this wasn't the end of it, they would come back, perhaps with even more troops and even stronger. But England couldn't take another attack like that. In fact he doubted that other areas of the coast managed to hold them back at all, this was a fully trained soliers from the army using silver ammunition with a few Hellsing soldiers as well. And they barely managed to keep them back, in fact only the light stopped them breaking through. This was a disaster.

((AN: Sorry about the lack of update yesterday, I was ill and bed-ridden all day. Typical though, I normally work Sundays but booked a day off to relax and what happens? I'm ill…..All well, see you tomorrow. PS: I hope you liked this chapter.)

((AN: Edit, Lord Makura noticed that I didn't finish what I was doing with the black dog. So there you go, it's in now. So no more confusion.))