Hurray, lots of reviews! Thanks alot, everybody. Well, it is now time to see how the situation with Father Anderson turns out. If you where expecting H to come to the rescue...

YOUR WRONG!!!

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"What's all this, then?" Anderson whirled around, the broken blade still clutched in his hands.

"Take your foot off the girl, and back away slowly," demanded the calm and cool voice of none other than Captain Pip Bernadette. Standing on the other side of the roof by the fire escape, he had a sniper rifle trained on Anderson's head The scope was held up to his good eye, and his finger was resting on the trigger. Two mercenaries stood on either side of him, their weapons aimed at the priest. "I said-"

"I heard what ye said," Anderson barked. "But I can't do tha'. I found 'er first, so I get ta kill 'er!"

"I'm sorry, but I cannot let you do that," Pip's finger tightened its grip on the trigger.

"Oh yeah?" Anderson cast aside the destroyed sword, and withdrew a handfull of bayonets from his coat. He lessened the weight on Seras' throat, allowing her to talk.

"Captain Bernadette, no! He's a regenerator! You can't kill him!" she gasped, trying to warn him before it was too late.

"Say what?" Pip took a step back.

"She's right. And I could kill ye before ye even pulled the trigger," Anderson smirked wickedly.

"Oh... well, in that case..." Pip nervously glanced back and forth. "Open fire!" All five soldiers began shooting at once. Anderson barely flinched as the bullets tore into him, the wounds healing the moment they appeared. Within seconds, the men had exhausted their ammo, and all the remained of Anderson's injuries were holes in his coat.

"Got anything else?" Anderson asked sarcasticly.

"I do," came a voice from over Anderson's shoulder. He felt the cold steel of a long-barreled handgun press against the back of his head. Anderson slowly turned around, and found himself staring down the barrel of the Jackel, and into the eyes of the No Life King.

"Just the person I wanted ta see!" Anderson exclaimed. He took his foot off of Seras and kicked her aside. "I was hopin' to fight ye earlier, but ye wasn't here. So I killed one of yer comrades instead!"

"You killed H?" Alucard raised an eyebrow. "What a pity. He only worked here for two days."

"Two days, eh? You folks have bad luck with new recruits," Anderson shrugged. Pip took another step back.

"Well, Anderson, I suppose the time has come for us to end this fued, once and for all," Alucard took a few steps back and withdrew the Cassel.

"En garde!" Anderson already had a set of swords in his hands before anybody could blink. He stabbed at Alucard. Alucard opened fire on him. And thus the fight began. As the two warriors fought to the death, Seras staggered over towards the Captain and his men.

"Are you alright?" Pip asked her as she practicly collapsed into his arms.

"Never better..." she groaned.

"Alucard can handle this. Lets get you out of here," Pip suggested. His soldiers helped him carry her down the fire escape, and soon they where scrambling into one of Hellsing's armored car. Meanwhile, Anderson and Alucard fought from rooftop to rooftop, neither one gaining or losing the advantage.

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"Ye can't beat me, demon!" Anderson roared as he dodged a volley of bullet

"And you can't beat me, either," Alucard replied as he ducked beneath a wave of knives.

"I guess this'll just go on 'til one o' us runs out o' ammo," Anderson kicked Alucard off the building they where atop of and onto the next one. Alucard rolled across the roof, stood up, and continued to fire on the priest until he had to reload.

"That will be a long time from now," Alucard smirked as he slammed a new clip into the Jackel. Anderson took this chance to dive onto the roof as well. He moved back and forth to avoid the ensuing hail of gunfire, closing the distance between him and the monster with ease.

"Why won't ye just DIE?" Anderson yelled as he rammed two swords through Alucard's chest. The vampire laughed and kicked him backwards.

"Because you can't kill me!" Alucard taunted him. As they continued to fight, the firepower of Alucard's guns and the number of shots fired resulted in several things catching on fire. Within minutes, half the buildings they where fighting back and forth on where alight.

"I have a present for ye," Anderson smiled as he regenerated several gunshot wounds to his chest.

"What would that be?" Alucard asked, pulled out quite a few bayonets from his own chest.

"A FUNERAL PYRE!" Anderson cackled like a madman as he raced forward and kicked Alucard off that building and through the burning windows of another. "HAHAHAHAHAH!"

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Several hours later, Integra was sitting in her office. She had a cigar in her mouth, a stack of papers in her hand, and three operatives standing in front of her. Alucard looked annoyed, and his hat was rather charred and blackened. Seras appeared somewhat sad, and her uniform was sporting several bloodstains. Pip, despite being physically fine, looked like he'd taken a mental beating. Walter was downstairs preparing some tea for them. "Well... this mission could have gone better," Integra sighed.

"Lousy priest. He ran off before I could get back to him..." Alucard hissed.

"Well, the whole town burnt down. I wouldn't blame him for leaving," Pip shrugged.

"We never recovered H's body. All we have are his dog tags," Seras fished the pieces of metal out of her pocket.

"Yes, the loss of H was very unfortunate. He was a valuable asset to our unit, and he will be missed," Integra bowed her head solemly.

"He was quite an interesting, for a human," Alucard admitted. "And he knew how to shoot a gun." Seras nodded in agreement.

"I never got to know him, but he seemed like a nice guy," Pip shrugged.

"I suppose that everything has been taken care of. If there is nothing else to discuss, you may all return to your quarters. I want you all to get some rest in case of another mission tommorrow. Good night," she bid them farewell, and the three operatives walked out of the room. Just as she was preparing to head off to bed herself, the phone on her desk rang. "Yes, hello?" she answered quickly.

"Sir Hellsing," the office clerk addressed her, "There is somebody here to see you."

"It's 2:34 AM! Who is it?" Integra glanced at the clock on her wall and frowned.

"Somebody named Fenrir Wolfsbane. He says it is very important," the clerk replied.

Integra sighed, "Great. More people with funny names. Send him in..."

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Oh, and I should point something out to you all. If you think the chapters are too short, you should know that I shoot for 1200 words per chappie, and here is why:

1) A chapter of that size is long enough to keep you entertained, yet short enough not to bore you.

2) I doesn't take me that long to write.

3) I guess I just like the number 1200. :)

Thanks for reading, and please review!