The plane ride was not too bad, at least Smithson through so. Integra had arranged only one seat while Seras stayed in cargo resting in her coffin. Smithson only assumed such conditions were both a part of a punishment on Seras for withdrawing the information concerning Miraki, and that it must be uncomfortable. The ride was long though, they did not reach the hotel in Sicily till after sunset, which happened to make things easier, less people around to see Smithson carry a large coffin around.

Placing the coffin in the dimly lit hotel room Smithson went to lock the door as Seras rose out of the casket. As Smithson turned back to retrieve Seras the blood pack of type AB blood he noticed he had changed from what he usually saw her in. She was wearing a red stained uniform top, seemingly to come a few sizes too small around her bosom and as she rose up Smithson noticed a similarly designed skirt that was both too short and too tight. To finish up this appeal Seras wore thigh high white stockings, when she stood out of the coffin she reached back in and pulled out her long barrel 30mm cannon, Harkonnen.

Smithson stood there shocked before, without realizing the loudness of his voice shouted at Seras, "Ever heard of subtly?"

"I don't know ever heard of puberty? This there a phone around here?" Seras asked sitting in the only chair, which was pushed into the small wooden table and pulled out a rag from her right breast pocket, rubbing it down the barrel of Harkonnen, Seras silently smirking to herself as she clean her cannon.

Smithson silently grinded the two rows of his teeth as he tossed the blood pack onto the table going over to the bed side. Sure enough a white phone was resting on its large base, both stained with age. Lifting the phone off the base Smithson called the long distance number of the Hellsing Mansion. After hearing the phone ringing four times Smithson finally heard the click of the other line picking up, "Madam we arrived. What are you're orders?"

Soon Smithson covered the mouthpiece of the phone as he called Seras over. Handing the phone over to Seras Smithson got up to watch for approaching suspicious vehicles. As he was doing this Integra began to speak to Seras, "Kill them all Seras, from what Miraki is willing to tell me this guy has turned most of the police who already are most likely heading to protect him into vampires and ghouls. There might be one or two humans left but…if there isn't a way of avoiding them kill them all understand?"

"B-but Integra."

"But nothing Seras, I understand for someone like you this could be difficult but you have too. We can't take any chances; if even one freak is left alive we will only be back down there later, and again and again. Would you rather kill a few humans or end up having to kill half of them as ghouls? Now get out there and show this Lieutenant what happens when you deal with Hellsing!" Integra shouted through the phone, slamming her end of the receiver on Seras.

Smithson looked over at Seras, seeing her head down and her blonde bangs covering most of her face as she dropped the receiver back onto the base. She had stopped cleaning her cannon as she just stood there. Still looking down Seras went back to her coffin and lay Harkonnen back in, "I'm going."

"M-miss Victoria, would it not be safer to wait here till we know for certain if this lieutenant is even there?"

Suddenly Seras reached out, grapping Smithson's collar of his tuxedo shirt. Looking down at him with her glowing red eyes as he lips curled up, "He's there alright, and you stay here no matter what you hear me Smithson? Don't you dare leave this room."

"Y-yes…Miss Victoria." Smithson said as Seras let go of him, yanking the blood pack off the table as she ripped it apart, letting some of its contents run across he fingers and onto the floor as she chugged what little of the blood left she could. Smithson watched in awe as Seras' left arm started to lose its shape, becoming darker and more free-flowing. Her eyes glowing feverishly as she tossed the empty blood pack to the ground. Sprinting towards the window, her shadow like arm flowing behind her almost like a cloak as she jumped through the stain-glass window, the fragments of broken glass bothering her none as for a brief second her shadow arm seemed to take the shape of wings and propelled her upward, after getting more distance between herself and the ground Seras' shadow arm consumed her in a reddish light as she zipped off like a strike of lightening to where she was told the vampire was.

Smithson finally found the feeling back in his legs as he bolted to the shattered window, looking out into the brisk night to see the red lightening jolt against the sky. However as he became fully evolved in the sight the shouts of the Italian language rose up from behind him as the owner crashed into the room. Smithson turned around hoping he had not seen Seras' exit as he rose his hands up in a defensive manner, "Now now sir, let's try and talk this out nicely."

The Lieutenant as he was known as smiled sitting in the plush chair in his hotel room sipped at a glass of ice and American whiskey. His hair a violent red scars around his lips and fingers, a chin built seemingly as a sculpture of Greek era. However as he started to take another sip the hotel phone started to ring, and seeing no harm of it the Lieutenant picked up the receiver, "`Ello?"

"Evening Mister Bruno."

"Oh Van Gann, interesting for you to call me this late at night."

"Yes, it just occurred to me I forgot to mention the best part of your job. Your attack vas completely and utterly pointless. In fact the Hellsing vampire Seras Victoria is coming straight for you."

The Lieutenant was dumbfounded as he slowly rose to his shaky legs grasping the phone tightly as his glass fell to the ground, breaking apart as the whiskey started to seep into the carpet, "You…you knew didn't you?"

"Of course I did, it vas necessary. I need to see vhat Seras can really do, get her and Hellsing rallied up and eager to fight. Believe me Bruno I am vatching you right now, Seras vill not find me but I can still see everything good enough. Goodbye Herr Lieutenant, it vas a pleasure to knov you."

The click of the phone going dead, Van Gann had sentenced him to death and only at the brink of his death was willing to tell him. Suddenly breaking into a sprint and met up with the night watchman he had turned into a vampire when he first got here, "You! Gather everyone up!"

"Easy boss what's the rush?"

"The rush is that if we don't get everyone here and prepared quickly we'll all be killed by a vampire far superior than me."

Thus the watchmen prepared, gathering what little weapons they had, breaking open the locked doors which contained the ghouls that they had collectively turned, and letting the ghouls roam the hotel feasting on any poor soul remaining behind as the watchmen took cover facing the front door, the Lieutenant waiting up on the balcony of the second floor right outside the door to his room holding a wooden carved Dirk short dagger.

The silence, it was starting to get to the Lieutenant and the men. Maybe Van Gann had called bluff and was merely fooling them, after all how Hellsing could have learned where he was? The men he had sent would rather die painfully than rat him out. Lieutenant chewed and gnawed on his bottom lip, the blood running out and down his chin as he waited. Stiff as a board, ready to strike at a moments notice, eyes focused on nothing but the door waiting for any signs of a vampire, he would not die; the Lieutenant would not let himself be killed by an English woman.

Soon though the Lieutenant got his wish, as the front door splintered open, the shattered fragments scattering across the lobby floor, even before all the pieces of the once sturdy door could hit the floor there came the clanking sound of boots on the tile. Looking at the door angrily the Lieutenant saw Seras, in her tit fitting shirt skirt and low cut boots. Her overall under impressive appearance made the Lieutenant ignore the sight of Seras' shadow, blade like arm which as he looked spread out from her body in seemingly random patterns. "This? This is the vampire that killed my men and now seeks my head? Kill her! Kill her and bring me her head!"

The men opened fire, the two or three humans in their midst as well. All firing upon Seras Victoria, with little luck. Her fluid movements, quick stepping were seemingly too much for the guards too handle, none being able to hit her. That was until Seras moved in for the kill, slowing down as she took a hold of the guard's head. However in doing so and not killing him instantly she left herself open for the guard's bullets and soon following the rest. Bullets raining against and through her, ripping her skin and clothing apart as if it was nothing, soon her muscles and bones became more visible than her flesh. The guards started to smirk as her body fell over, when Seras hit the ground the guards started to reload their weapons.

It was silence once again as the Lieutenant looked down at the bloodied and battered corpse of Seras, golden silence till a laugh rolled out. The laugh ever getting louder as soon the battered body of Seras shot back onto her feet, the shadows reaching out and gripped to her form, allowing her wounds and torn clothes to return to a state before hand, her wounds healing from the shadows. "This is it, this is why master loved fighting so much than? The utter sense of being superior, it's wonderful!" Seras said as she suddenly leapt back at her normal speed, which even to comparison to average vampires was a threshold faster.

The Lieutenant watched first in horror and than in anger as Seras ran right through the guards, ripping them to shreds with the combination of her vampiric strength and that arm, that shadowy mass for an arm, slicing through the guards like they butter. The Lieutenant looked angrily at the scene, tightening his grip on the Dirk holding it before him in an attempt to fend off Seras. However over the course of one blink Seras had leapt up the balcony and as the Lieutenant opened his eyes Seras was less than centimeters from his face, her lips curled in a demonic smile, revealing the rows of razor teeth.

The Lieutenant shrieked raising his Dirk in defense; yet as he was bringing it back for power the mass of shadow Seras had leapt at him, slicing through his wrist off with ease. The Lieutenant looked down at his bloodied detached hand hit the floor, "How in the hell…" He said before looking back at the ever frightening Seras Victoria, "I'm going to die…"

Seras reached out grabbing the Lieutenant's head in her normal hand, yanking him over so his body leaned over the edge. Ever tightening her grasp on his head Seras ignored his screams, "You dare to attack me and my master, to bring us down. No, your too gun happy to have gotten the troops together. Who sent you?"

"V-van Gann! That bastard wanted Hellsing down, but I heard his pet Miraki went to warn them, so he betrayed me. Never told me you were coming, please I don't want to die!" The Lieutenant said as blood rained down his face from his scalp, Seras' fingers pushing on the skin of his face, his teeth cracking under the pressure of her palm.

"You know, I didn't want to be a vampire either, yet alone die. You really think after what I've done you or all people will receive my mercy?" Seras said smiling down at the Lieutenant, not like before, this last smile she gave him was soft, gentle. A smile of kindness. The Lieutenant did not fully see this as the blood ran into his eyes and past his lens. Soon the bones of his skull began to crack and snap under Seras' grip. Her hand forged a fist around what little remains there was of the Lieutenant's head as his body fell back to the first floor, splattering amongst the remains of his comrades.

That following morning Smithson began to get things together for their leave, Seras was preparing herself to slumber in her coffin. There was no talk between them, not out of anger or any other human emotion; it was more that neither had anything that needed to be said to the other. However as Seras started to enter her coffin the door to their room was bashed in, the center being pushed inward due to the kick of a booted foot on the other end.

Smithson could not see too much detail of this man's face, he was tall, blonde hair cut at a near uniform length from the back of his neck to the sides of his face. On his pale face was a pair of circular rimmed glasses, he wore a dark overcoat outline, like his more inner clothing with gold. Around his neck hang a crucifix which hang loosely down to his chest. The right side of his face was severely scared; clearly at some point most of that half of his face was gone.

Smithson only watched as Seras rose back up smirking as she walked towards the other blonde. The blonde holy man raised a fist pulling his left arm back with a famine scream, as Seras too raised her right fist pulled the arm back for power. This continued for some time, five times each blonde would pull back a fist and strike the other with the full blow as the same time. After the fifth punch Seras grinned, blood trailing out of the left corner of her lips as she rose Harkonnen and aimed the barrel at the other blonde, equally the priest looking blonde reached into his jacket, sense his glasses had flown off his face Smithson could see his blue eyes widen with glee as he pulled out two small pistols aiming at Seras.

Soon as the two faced each other a stout pale priest came rushing into the room catching his breath, "Heinkel stop this! Iscariot can not deal with Hellsing in our current state."

"Fuck Iscariot, I can beat this vhore." The Heinkel said ignoring the words of the priest as his fingers began to put pressure on the pistols triggers. Smithson gulped, he had been silently moving to the side and seeing that he meant to have a fight here and now Smithson sprung, moving as fast as his legs could as he rammed his elbow into the chin of Heinkel.

The priest was as surprised as Smithson was that striking Heinkel with a now sore elbow was able to knock him out, letting his head hit the carpeted floor. The priest quickly picked Heinkel up and flew the limp body over his shoulders and started to exit the room, "Please, we do not want a commotion." With that short plea the priest left with Heinkel.

Smithson looked over at Seras who was laying her cannon back in the coffin, "Um…Miss Victoria, who was that?"

Seras smirked once more standing up and turning to face Smithson, "Heinkel Wolfe—the genderless freak of the Iscariot."

"Yes well um…who's Iscariot?"

"Oh? Master Integra forgot to tell you about them? I'll feel you in when we get room. Right now though, I can't wait to return to England."