I really need to wrap this story up... I have a few new things planned, but this has to get done first. Oh well, no sense in rushing it. Just having trouble getting everything in order. All my ideas sound good in my head, but once I write them down the fall apart! Quite frustrating...

Right, well... This will probably end around Chapter 40. Also, on December 24, I will be posting two new stories. Hopefully, they will work out well...

"Und now ze hunter avaits ze prey..." Rip whispered to herself as she stood atop the bow of the yacht. She had her musket resting over her shoulder, and her eyes wandered back and forth over the deck. "They should be arriving soon..."

"Crrrrrrcchxxch..." the sound of static caught her attention. She quickly plucked a small radio from her belt and keyed the transmitter.

"Hello?" Rip asked.

"Crrrrrrxxxxxxch..." only static answered her. Rip shrugged, but just as she was about to switch the radio off, a voice replied. "Gutten tag, Frauline."

"Who is this?" Rip raised an eyebrow. She could not recognize that voice, and yet they spoke her language.

"Oh... Just a werewolf..." the voice answered. Rip stared at the radio. "I understand you are loyal followers of the Third Reich?"

"Ja..." Rip answered. Perhaps one of Hellsings "dogs" had realized the advantages of their offer.

"Excellent!" the voice replied jovialy. A loud gunshot rang out from below deck. "I needed a reason to kill this vampyric trash..."

"Alhambra?" Rip smirked. She never really liked him that much anyway. So what if he had been executed? What's a war without a few casualties...

"Dead. Now he is, at least... He gave me all the info on your little "operation"... I had no other uses for him. I'll admit, he was good at poker. But not at fighting... especially without arms," the voice chuckled.

"So, you're one of Hellsing's pets?" Rip didn't care to hear him brag about killing cannon fodder.

"Pet? Hahah... Yes, I suppose so. The name is Fenrir... And you are?" the voice asked.

"I am the Huntress Rip Van Winkle," Rip answered with a smile.

"Well then, Huntress, we shall see how you do when the hounds are hunting you..." Fenrir taunted her.

"Oh, I am quite sure you shall be worthy of being my prey..." Rip retorted.

"Hahah! We shall see... Auf wiedersien!" Fenrir bid her farewell, and then silence filled the radio. Rip laughed softly, and then changed frequencies.

"Schrodinger?" Rip addressed her subordinate.

"Jaaaaaa?" came a smark reply.

"Where are you?" Rip asked.

"I'm heading for the engine room. You want me to rig the detonator?" Schrodinger informed her.

"Not yet. I want to have some fun... There is a worthy foe aboard," Rip smirked.

"Who? Ze werewolf or ze vampire?" he asked.

"Hm..." Rip paused to think. "Whichever one gets within my sights first!" she chuckled.

"Oh, vell... I'm going to go wait in ze engine room," Schrodinger told her. With that, his radio went off.

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"Me and the Captain will go look for our enemies... You go find Fenrir," Alucard ordered Seras. She smiled and saluted him, lifted her rifle, and then headed out the door. "Kill anything you see."

A few minutes later, Seras was essentially lost. She had been all over the ship, searching every square inch of the bottom decks. All she had found where a large number of ghouls, which she killed without hesitation... much to her own shame. But, just as she walked through a door to the stairway up to the upper decks, something strange happened.

"Oof!" Seras grunted as she ran into something. The force knocked her down flat on her back. She sat up slightly, rubbed her head, and winced at the bump she felt. "What was that?"

"Tut mir lied," somebody apologized in German. Seras realized that somebody was sitting down in front of her. It was a young lad, perhaps in his teens, dressed in a Nazi uniform. He was also rubbing his head. "I am sorry..."

"Eep!" she jumped slightly. Was this one of the Nazi vampires Alucard had mentioned? Without a second thought, she grabbed her rifle and raised it towards the boy. However, he copied her movements, and drew a Mauser pistol from his belt. The two enemies stared at each other, and at the weapons aimed at their faces. "Drop your weapon!"

"You drop your veapon!" he barked.

"You drop your weapon!" Seras growled.

"No, you!" he tightened his grip on the pistol. The two foes sat there for minutes, neither of them moving a muscle. Finally, the blonde-haired boy lowered his gun and sighed. "I can't shoot a woman," he smirked.

"Hmph..." Seras smiled. She lowered her Harkonnen slightly, but kept it aimed at the Nazi.

"My name is Schrodinger. Und you are?" he introduced himself.

"My name is... Seras..." she replied.

"A member of Hellsing, I presume?" he sat up and dusted himself off. "I am supposed to give you an offer..." he gestured towards her. "Since I already gave my huge speech and got my head blown off because of it, let me just sum it up nice and easy: Ve vant you to join Millenium. Ve're a group of Nazis who are continuing the legacy of the Third Reich. Interested?" he smiled innocently.

"Uh..." Seras stared at him, her mouth open in shock. "NO!" she screamed after a few seconds.

"Hmph... a pity..." he shrugged. "I am supposed to kill you if you say no..." Seras started to raise her gun, but he held up his hands. "But like I said, I can't shoot a woman. So I'll just leave you be for now... I must go take care of a few things..." Schrodinger turned to walk away, but his head exploded before he could take another step.

"EEK!" Seras shrieked as his corpse smacked the floor. "WHAT WAS THAT?!"

"A headshot..." came a casual answer from the stairs. Seras stood up and leaned through the doorway. At the top of the stairs, Fenrir was holding a smoking pistol in his hand. "I think I get bonus points for that..."

This plot is getting nowhere, right? Well, that is how it may look. But I'm just setting everything up... Next chapter: Alucard vs. Rip!