A/N: Here is the action from Elevator Action II. I couldn't make out what he said as he stepped from his room, so I just put something in. If anyone knows what he actually says, please let me know.

Now for prize awarding. Reikson is right as far as Castlevania: Symphony of the Night references, but that was it. The line about the Children of the night was from Dracula, the look of Alucard and the title was from Pu-sama's art on Deviantart, and the song lyric, Feeling the death wish, was from the Hellsing OST album Raid. However, he was close with the Caleb Carr's novel...I completely forgot about that piece of fiction. I'll have to work in things from it later on. But, a chocolate chunk and pecan cookie to Reikson!

Just so everyone knows, I'll be going back when I finish this story and expanding on his thoughts, his ideas. Right now I just need to get the basics out before I loose them.

They're coming.

I can smell the fear, the anxiety of the soldiers approaching; I can see it in the faces of the men in the helicopter hovering outside our suite.

It's time for war.

How delightful. It's been a long time since I've had any true fun.

The Police Girl is hiding inside a small closet, allowing me to take care of the intruders.

Ah, there they are now.

They sweep through the rooms, weapons raised. I can see that they have orders to shoot first and not ask questions. I blend into the shadows of my room, keeping an eye on my coffin, the only one left from my trip to England. They sweep into the room, frustration and confusion rolling off them like sweat. One of them nudges the cloth a bit further off my coffin to read the inscription.

"The bird of Hermes is my name, eating my wings to…make me tame? What is this?"

"Don't touch my coffin," I say as I step out, making myself appear as frightful as I can.

They all spin, weapons drawn.

"Don't Touch My Coffin!" I say again.

As they train their weapons, I give them the reason to shoot, shouting, raving.

"GET AWAY, GET AWAY FROM MY COFFIN!"

I hear the command to fire, and then the impact as the countless rounds slam into me. I fall backwards, listening to their frightened breathing as they collect themselves and the commander issues the order to search for the girl.

"Damned hounds," I mutter.

They freeze, not wanting to turn around and see what is surely happening.

"Your power is impressive," I say as I pick myself up, regenerating.

"But I cannot be killed by a pack of dogs. That which defeats a monster,"

I stand fully upright, my hair flying back, my image backlit by the light of the moon coming in through the window.

"Is always a man."

The first soldier died as I latched onto his neck and hurled him backwards, his blood flowing down my throat. "One," I say, cocking my arms for the next attack.

The damn fools were too scared to even move more than a step or two as I rip through them. One manages to shake free of his fright enough to rush for the door.

As I hold it closed mentally, I step forward and speak directly into his mind. "It won't open," I say as I continue to drink from the wound of the soldier in my mouth.

He turns, gasps and draws his pistol. I step forward, letting the dead man drop from my jaws.

"Fr-F-fr-FREAK!" the man cowering at the door sputters.

"I get that a lot," I say, blood trickling down my chin. "But then, what does that make you? A Man, A Dog, or a freak?"

The man just cowers, whimpering,and then turns his pistol on his own skull and fires. I just look at the body in surprise, and then I snarl as I feel a strange hollowness inside.

"You can come out now," I say, turning to go look out the window.

The Police Girl comes out, and then gasps.

"Get ready. We're evacuating the premises."

She mutters something. "What?"

"They, they're humans."

"What's your point?"

I grab the collar of her shirt, hoisting her face to face with me. "What's your point, Draculina? What does it matter if the ones who bring war to us are humans or not? They came to us, to defeat, kill, and make us rot away, or to be defeated, killed, and rot away themselves. That's the way of war! They bet everything they had on their own weak hands! I HAD to kill them."

She started to tremble.

"That's the truth. No one can change that, not God, not the Devil, not me, certainly not you."

She started to stutter again, and a thought hit me, as well as some slight grief at lashing out as I did.

"No,"

I released her, and she looked at me in surprise.

"That's it, that's it exactly."

I spun, heading for the other room. "Come with me, Seras. Follow me in fear through the darkest gloom."

I picked up the phone, dialing the number that would patch me through to Integra's office directly.

She took a while to pick up, and I heard her cool voice ask "Who is this? Foe? Friend?"

"It is your humble servant, Integra," I say, making the words only slightly subservient.

"Orders, give me your orders, my Master."

After quickly updating her on the situation, I laid the way of things out.

"Now I will wield the gun, I will put ammo in the magazine, pull the slide and release the safety. I will determine its aim and pull the trigger. But what will kill them is your intent," I say, hearing the silence on the other end.

"So, what are my orders, Hellsing Director Sir Integral Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing?"

There was another moment or two of silence, then I heard a slamming sound, one that I recognized from the many times I had pushed her past the point of her patience, the sound of her hand hitting the oak of her desk.

"DON'T TOY WITH ME, SERVANT! MY ORDERS HAVE NOT CHANGED! SEARCH AND DESTROY, SEARCH AND DESTROY! ANY OBSTACLES ARE TO BE CRUSHED UNDERFOOT. DO NOT RUN AND HIDE, BUT GO AND MEET THEM HEAD ON! DO NOT LET ANYTHING HINDER YOU!"

I broke out laughing; it was so delightful to hear her order the outright slaughter of her fellow humans, allowing me to do as I would.

"Excellent, that is the final fig leaf. It prompts a stirring in my loins, Integra. In that case, I'm going out shooting. Keep watching."

I hung up, and turned to look out the window again. Seras came back, letting me know that the coffins were ready for transport. I turned to her, looking at her slightly frightened aura.

"Take those up to the roof. Steal a helicopter and escape."

She sputtered, asking what I was going to do.

Smiling, I just looked at her as I pulled my pistols out. "I still have to check out, so I'll be leaving through the front door. Someone has to teach them who've they've just picked a fight with."

I left the suite, seeing the large number of soldiers gathered outside. I smiled.

"Saludos, mis amigos. Recepción al tiempo de la matanza."

I walked out, my frockcoat flowing behind me like a cloak, all of the men motionless, breathing hard in fright. Then, one pulled the trigger, setting off the rockslide.

As men fell or ran, I laughed, drinking my fill and making the scene more frightening than the situation really was. I could hear the radio man screaming into the transceiver to their HQ that it was turning to hell, and that the monster was coming for them.

Ah, the sweet sound of fear, it makes such a lovely tune. And it makes the blood taste so much better, as well.

I made my visage as frightening as I could as I walked down the hall towards the lift, blood flowing down my face, the only wounds to my person being a few small holes in the hem of my jacket. They stared at me as they crammed into the elevator.

I captured the mind of one of them, making him hold the doors open. His mind was weak, like Renfield's had been, but it served its purpose. The shot him and shoved him out into the hall. He crawled weakly towards me, his hand reaching up in supplication. I ended his suffering without even looking. The doors were sliding closed again.

I reached out, the barrels of my pistols stopping the progress of their salvation. "Open Sesame," I said, humor undercoating my words.

As the doors slid open, I could see the looks on their face. They were trapped, no place to run. They knew they were dead. The elevator action had doomed them.

"You've done your duty well, soldiers," I said, raising the Joshua.

"Farewell."

By the time the elevator reached the lobby, both clips had been emptied, and I stepped forward, reloading and shooting the few men left as rearguards.

I stood there, dissatisfied. I had just been allowed to fulfill my bloodlust, to kill as I wished and feed on the bodies, yet it felt hollow.

"Damn them," I mutter, wondering if the years as a servant of the Hellsings had tamed me. Then I heard the flutter of the news helicopter's rotors, and I knew that I wasn't done yet. I smiled as I thought of the perfect way to let them know what had happened to the men they had sent in.

I stepped from the Hotel Del Rio, the spotlights casting my shadow up the wall. I raised my hands, indicating the six men impaled on the flagpoles lining the walkway and smiled, knowing that whoever was behind it all was watching.

"Now come out, I've had my fill of the smorgasbord. Or do I have to fill this place with the dead?"

A man stepped forward, resplendent in a white suit and fedora. He bowed eloquently and tipped his hat.

I could see his yellowed eyes from here.

How wonderful.