Hurray! Past 4,300 hits and still growing! Awsome... and quite a few reviews, as well. I'm currently considering a few other story ideas, but I'm not sure of how well they would do. Also, I may revise this entire story at a later date, once it is over. Re-do the whole thing, I suppose. Because I could have made a few better ideas at some points... hm, well, no matter. As long as you all enjoy the story.

Anyway, I'm thinking of doing a short story fan fic, with little mini-stories each chapter. Hellsing, of course. But I don't know if I could supply enough stories for it. I'll probably start on that once this is about done. I figure... 25 chapters for this. Then maybey a sequel if enough readers support that idea. Well, on with the story.

Also, if you don't like certain things about the story, please inform me. Because believe me, the plot twists have only just begun.

Another thing worth mentioning is that I just saw the Hellsing OVA. Found it on and I must say, it was awsome. It is basicly the exact same as the manga, but with one or two slight differences. Much better than the original anime, I'll admit. And it had a LOT more blood, to say the last. Quite horrific, actually. But it was a good show, and well worth watching.

Same as always, I don't own the rights to Helling!

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"What is it?" Seras asked H as he studied the blade in his hand.

"Oh, nothing. Just some old knife. Vampire must have had it on him... well, I'm going to head the the extraction point. I'll meet you there, alright?" H checked to make sure his weapons where reloaded, and then holstered them.

"Alright. Watch your back, though. There might still be a ghoul or two nearby..." Seras warned him as she stood up and stretched on top of the roof.

"Thanks. Well, goodbye," H replied, and then headed into the alley he had come out of earlier. "Well, this whole mission turned out rather well..." he muttered to himself as he casually walked through the shadows making his way to his destination. After a few minutes of walking, he slowed down and stopped. "I think I'm lost," he groaned.

He walked out of the alley and into a deserted street, hoping to catch his bearings. Hoever, the sound of footsteps caught his attention. He spun around, gun drawn, and surveyed the empty street behind him. "I could have sworn there was somebody there..." he shifted his eyes back and forth, and then shrugged. He turned back around and began to walk again. Instantly, he collided into a large object. "Oof! Wassat?" he wobbled around as he tried to regain his balance.

"Watch yer step," came a heavily Irish voice. "Say, yer one o' them Hellsing fella's ain't ya?" the man leaned down slightly. The dim glow of a nearby streetlight reflected off the man's glasses eerily.

H smirked. "And you're from Section XIII, I assume?" he eyed the cross hanging from the man's neck. The man also smirked.

"Correct. Well isn't this a fine situation..." the man stated, reaching into his coat. "Twas hopin' to fight ol' Alucard, but a Hellsing dog will serve me just as well!" He removed his hands from his coat, revealing several bayonets clutched between each finger.

"Ooooh, pointy. Well I'm sorry to dissappoint you, but I won't fight a priest," H shook his hands in a 'no' gesture. "And what exactly did I do to you to deserve this?"

"Those who assosciate wit' tha likes o' the vampyres are as guilty as they are, und thus they must recieve tha same punishment: Death," the man explained with a twisted smile.

"I see. But I'm not going to fight you, so goodbye!" H waved, and then took off sprinting down the road, running for dear life.

"Yer not gettin' away that easily, heathen!" the man screamed as he started to pursue him.

"Watch who you call a heathen! I'm a Christian, thank you very much!" H screamed over his shoulder.

"Well I still have ta kill ya!" the knife-wielding maniac roared back.

"By the way, what did you say your name was?" H asked over his shoulder as he hopped over a trash can.

"Anderson! Yours?" he replied, bounding over the trashcan behind H with ease.

"The name's H!" H yelled.

"Wha' kind o' name is H?" Anderson was practicly on top of him. He suddenly ducked, causing Anderson to trip over him and smash his face into a stop sign.

"Never said it was my real one..." H muttered, quickly running off before the madman could get back up. "I think I lost him..." H stopped running a few blocks away. He leaned against the wall of a building and let out a sigh of relief. Out of nowhere, a bayoney slammed into his chest, punched through his bullet-proof vest, and pinned him to the wall. "Hurk!" he gasped, clutching the handle of the blade and trying to wrench it loose.

"I'm afraid y'er wrong, Mistar H..." Anderson walked out of the shadows of a nearby alley. "Dead wrong..."

"This hurts, ya know..." H pointed at the knife after finding himself unable to get it out.

"Eh? Y'er still alive?" Anderson raised an eyebrow.

"I'm hard to kill," H shrugged, his feet dangling a few inches off the ground.

"I must o' missed yer heart. No matter..." Anderson retrieved several bayonets from his coat. "Thar's more where tha' come from!"

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"Where is he?" Seras asked no-one in particular. "He should have been here by now..." She paced back and forth on top of the roof of a building. She had set off the signal flare a few minutes ago, and the helicopter would be arriving shortly. "He'd better hurry up... I bet he got lost." A small item suddenly dropped down beside her. She looked down at the object, and picked it up off the ground. She froze in shock when she held it up to a small light by the door to exit the roof. It was a set of blood-stained dog tags with the letter 'H' on them. "Oh no..." Seras gasped.

"Oh yes," replied a sinister voice directly behind her.

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Dun... dun... DUN! Plot twists beyond your wildest dreams! And there's many more to come!