A/N: ok, I know I have been on quite a roll lately, but my dad is coming home from Iraq, so I might not get a lot done after this. It will be completed though! Oh yes! I have plans for Hellsing!!

Chapter VII

Switch sat in his usual chair in his study when Twitch came in. His identical twin brother, Twitch had sandy blonde hair cut short, but carefully disheveled, framed around the ice blue eyes that mirrored his own.

"Are we all set?" he asked, taking his own seat.

"You bet your ass we are." Switch replied, grinning. "Imagine, we'll soon have Hellsing licking the bottom of our shoes by this time next month."

Twitch groaned, his hands twitching in anticipation, the action that had earned him his name.

"A month?" he whined. In Switch's opinion, he had always been the more level-headed twin. "You said everything is ready. Why would it take so long?"

"Because we still have to get a hold of the little bitch, moron." Switch sighed, closing his book. He could tell he wasn't going to be allowed to continue it. "We have our supplies, but we have to lure the new Miss Hellsing out of the manor before we can continue. We wait for our moment. It won't take that long, but I've allotted that time for us just in case."

A lightbulb flickered on in his brother's head.

"At least it'll be more fruitful than her parents were. What a waste of time and money." Twitch sighed. "Little bitch. This had better be worth it."

"It will be. Just imagine how much more powerful we'll be, no matter which way this goes." Switch laughed, and turned back to his book, ending the conversation.

--

Integra had a choice to make. Take the girl with her this time, or further isolate her by leaving her here again. Bloody hell, how did anyone know how to raise children without damaging them in some way?

Damned Vatican. They had only been there two months ago. What could they possibly need now?

She looked at Elizabeth, who was working diligently on the studies she had been given. So far, she had lived up to each and every one of Integra's expectations, and none of the worries. Perhaps the stories weren't true, and there was no need to worry at all. Elizabeth had been obedient and hard-working since she came, asking occasional questions, but always polite and firm. She made no remark about Alucard, and Alucard, whenever he wasn't on a mission, was busy working on her combat training, which he hadn't begun to teach her.

"Elizabeth, how would you like to go to Italy with me on an assignment?" she asked at last.

Elizabeth became ecstatic.

"I'd love to, Integra!" she said, flashing her a smile, making her look like a child at Christmas.

--

The next few days were filled with preparation. Elizabeth hadn't had a passport before, so they had to acquire one. After that, it was a matter of training her in envoy etiquette, then packing necessities. When they arrived in the hotel, it was a relief. Walter settled their luggage into the rooms, having one of the accompanying soldiers bring in Alucard's coffin.

Before long, they were getting ready and heading off to the Vatican. Elizabeth, never having been out of England before, was feeling very overwhelmed, but Integra saw she was handling it well. She stepped out of the car in front of the Vatican, Elizabeth following close behind.

"Maxwell!" Integra greeted the priest with cool civility. "Well, what do you mean, calling us here?"

She took a seat at the table, facing him. Elizabeth, dressed in a tailored green suit, stood to her right, and Walter stood to her left.

"Ah, Sir Hellsing." Maxwell greeted her. "It seems we have some business to take care of. But who is this?" he gestured to Elizabeth, his brows furrowing.

"This is my adopted daughter, Elizabeth Harker." Integra replied. Maxwell's eyebrows went up.

"A name of note, my Lady." He said to Elizabeth. "Do you know of what I speak?"

"Some, Sir." Elizabeth replied. "But not all."

Integra cleared her throat.

"We are not here to discuss her family's history." She said sharply. "What is it that you had to drag us all the way here to say?"

"His Holiness would like a word with you, Sir Hellsing," Maxwell continued. "But I am afraid that he will only see you. The girl must wait outside."

Integra stood up, nodding to Walter. Walter, understanding the motion, escorted Elizabeth out the doors.

"Well, that ended quickly." Elizabeth sighed, taking a chair outside the hall.

"I do apologize for it. We did hope to expose you more to what it is to be Head of Hellsing. This was unintended." Walter replied, standing beside her.

"While I'm here, may I see a little of the city?" Elizabeth asked, hope springing again.

"I'm sure we can see to that. After this is over, I will escort you wherever you wish to go."

Elizabeth sat back, happy that perhaps this will not be such a fruitless journey like she thought. It did not take long before Integra came storming out of the hall.

"Bloody fools." She muttered, motioning for them to follow her to the car. "As if I didn't already know that things have been too calm. As if I couldn't figure out for myself something's brewing."

Her mood didn't lessen when they reached the hotel. After slamming open the doors, she demanded not to be disturbed until supper and closed herself in her room. This gave Elizabeth the opportunity to change into a different set of clothes and drag Walter out the door before Integra changed her mind.