Chapter 13 I Reject Your Reality!

"Now, Its time for the blond!" Blue eyes targeted Sir Hellsing's office window. Bennu took to the air on blue wings with sword arm ahead of her. Like a torpedo She blew through the large window spraying hundreds of glass shards into the room.

Integra bolted out of the chair, rolled to the opposite end of her desk with pistol already cocked in her hands and aimed. When she saw it was Annabel Integra stood up and lowered her gun. "Annabel! What is the meaning of this?"

The redhead slowly headed her way to the regal blond, a vicious grin plastered to her face. "I rather enjoyed fighting the vampire. Pity a human won't be as fun."

"What are you talking about? Cease this madness at once!"

A maniacal laugh resounded the room. "I guess I am a bit mad. That creature did that to me." Eyes gleamed evilly. "Time to die little Hellsing."

Sensing the seriousness of the situation and the possible mistake of not believing Captain Bernadotte, Integra raised her pistol and fired at Annabel's sword arm. She flinched as two rounds hit her shoulder and forearm. A fire ball returned her way to melt the pistol right out of the blond woman's hand.

Integra backed up slowly and bellowed "ALUCARD!"

Scoffing at the blond "a bit late for that," she said and raised her sword to behead her.

Integra flitted around for anything to use as a weapon. 'Blast! Nothing's fireproof in here!' The redhead was a mere three feet from her baring a toothy sneer moments away from the killing blow.

Integra about to instigate a kick to the stomach when two loud bangs echoed from the doorway, the first being the door slamming open. The second being a gun shot.

The redhead's face turned slightly towards the door in utter shock before collapsing seemingly in slow motion from a gaping hole in her sternum. Liters of blood emptied out onto the floor around the body.

There, at the doorway, was Alucard, burned, tattered, and on his knees, with Jackal still smoking out the end. Grim determination and great anguish painted his scarred face. "I had to do it." He spoke sadly. "She was going to kill you Master."

The redhead's body crackled with a burst of blue flame burning completely up then petered out. Integra went to the door by Alucard as Walter and several soldiers came to the scene. Integra and Alucard watched the pile of ash for signs of life.

Minutes past. No rebirth occurred. It was just ash.

Alucard's hand went limp and Jackal clanked on the hardwood floor. He leaned heavily into the door jam.

"What's happened, Sir Integra?" Asked the butler.

"Miss Phoenix went ballistic." The blond answered softly then waved off the soldiers.

His eyes grew wide at the revelation of what just occurred.

Integra knelt beside her servant to stare with unbridled shock. Blood tears dripped down from empty looking red eyes. Recovering quickly, Integra asked softly "What happened to you, Alucard?"

In a bland tone he replied "She very nearly destroyed me. Slipped away at the last moment. Barely had strength to reform myself."

'No wonder he's a mess.' She thought. "Servant, go to the kitchen and replenish." She ordered.

The tears sucked back into his skin and Alucard struggled to stand then used the wall as a brace down the hallway.

"Walter…" flickering a glance at the ashes on the floor. Walter nodded in silent understanding and went to collect the ashes. Integra returned to her servant's side, said his name, placed an arm around her neck, and braced her arm around his waist. He didn't refuse his Master's rare show of compassion and shifted weight accordingly to be helped to his destination.

0000000000 Date Unknown

"Get a hold of yourself, girl!" Someone slapped her across the face. Annabel blinked away the unexpected assault then rubbed her eyes at what she was seeing. Everywhere was white, just white; no distinction from the floor or ground to the sky or ceiling. The only non white was the being who slapped her. It was a woman, same height as her with wavy golden hair that nearly touched the 'floor' and six inch bangs parted perfectly on each side of her almond shaped face. Eyes were a sparkling storm gray with thin naturally pink lips. She looked about thirty with the slightest hint of laughter lines etched in her sun tanned face. Her wardrobe was something else. There appeared no semblance of coordination. Her torso and shoulders were covered around in pastel blue as if someone took a bolt of fabric and wrapped it around. She wore three bandannas tied loosely around her neck, each a different pattern: purple pok-a-dots, solid green, and black with white crossbones. Covering her bottom half was a long Indian style skirt in varying fabrics of red. Strips of tassels, rows of small bells, and dotting of ancient coins were sewn here and there all around the skirt. Bracelets from all around the world decorated her wrists from antiquated gold loops to contemporary charm bracelets.

No way Annabel could dream up a woman like that so she must be real. "Who are you and where am I?"

She spoke with an air of sauciness and energy. "Mm, My name isn't important. Lets just say I'm a concerned deity, and… this place is…" Her wrist flicked around, thinking of the right word. "somewhere safe." Her hands then went to Annabel's shoulders. "You, my little bird, always seem to get into the stickiest conundrums. First and foremost don't doubt yourself." She flicked a nose then moved off a few paces.

It was then Annabel realized she had felt not an iota of pain since entering this safe place and that her mind felt unclouded for the first time in a long while.

"Perhaps a mirror would help." Suggested the deity. A full sized self standing looking glass appeared before Annabel. She inhaled a large breath pawing at her pristine face and blood red hair. "See, you are the phoenix. That despicable little soul sucker is tricking you."

'Soul sucker…' She gasped. "I remember! I was in Egypt. They said they were incubi, and… they captured me! Those bastards! They think I carry the soul of a lion goddess." Annabel blurted, getting angry.

"Humph, yes well they're all deluded, the whole lot of them. You know not one religion has got it right yet. Just because they drew some similarities between the Phoenix and that Sekhmet kitty cat, they think they know everything." The deity's arms crossed in haughty fashion. "They do have one thing right though. Your soul is special, and very, very old."

"But I'm twenty-five last time I check."

She giggled. "Oh, deary, only in this current life. Oh, I guess I could tell you. I've got time. You see, you, Annabel Phoenix were born back in what those naughty Romans called BC in old Mesopotamia, around, hmm, 2000BC or so."

A look of disbelief crossed her face. "I'm… four thousand years old?"

"Very, very old soul, much older then that smexy vampire of yours. Guess that would make you a cougar." She said giggling to herself. "Well, how else would you explain all the phoenix bird stories that popped up around the world through the years, hmm?"

Annabel just stared.

"You did rather like traveling and you weren't exactly a… subtle being."

She nodded in agreement then had an epiphany. "I came from this world, the Hellsing world!"

"Sharp as a tack you are! Yes indeed. You went around spreading good will onto others, in your own way, challenged yourself, defended mankind on occasion, but rarely took in a lover. So sad and lonely you were, watching them pass before you. Ah, but that didn't stop you from making friends. Though you meet such strange ones. One being Alexander the Great, oof. I can't imagine how you managed that one. You took it upon yourself to try to better the leaders of men. Some were quite hopeless cases. A pity you didn't make any of them a lover, some were quite tempting." The chatty woman winked at Annabel who just tried to assimilate the revelating info. "Oh, but there was one leader that caught your eye. Such a blood thirsty individual, unfortunately he was slain and beheaded by the Turks before you could officially meet him then." She sighed, theatrically.

"There was? Who was he?" The deity only smiled knowingly at her then continued.

"You encountered such a smattering of nonhumans, some good, many were bad-"

"Wait a minute, if I came from here then why was I in the other world and not a phoenix? Was that a dream?"

"Bout time you ask me that! One, it wasn't a dream. The alternate… reality is real. You were and will always be the phoenix. That universe has a different set of physical laws so it couldn't understand the makeup of a supernatural being. In fact it couldn't assimilate any sort of mystical beings into its set of laws. A dragon say or a plasmavore, could pop in for tea but that's about it.

I placed you there as a baby because of one of your previous sticky situations, a rather bad one. But you are quite one of my top five favorite creatures, I just couldn't leave you trapped in that awful volcano, dying of suffocation over and over again. I tell you it wasn't pleasant being buried under half a mile of Krakatoa, but you tried so hard to save those villagers."

"Krakatoa! You mean the eruption heard around the world in the late eighteen hundreds?" She gasped.

"Yep! Never could do anything small could you?" Suddenly the Deity glomped her. "But that's why I love you!" Annabel eeped from the crushing force on her lungs. The strange woman let go. "At the time, there was no safe place for an infant Phoenix in your world because your blood attracts many dark creatures and corrupted humans there could have experimented on my precious angel of fire, so I put you in the safer, more boring universe until you were ripe for picking. I had your handsome median…ah, pick you up, so to speak. I think it was rather romantic placing my bird nestled snuggly with her destined lover in his coffin."

Annabel stared with a scowl on her face. "That wasn't a romantic greeting. He tried to drink me!"

"Oh well," waving her off. "At least it was funny," then giggled.

"If that was the safer world then what about David Tayler? Where were you then?" She asked her in annoyance.

"That couldn't be helped." The woman said quickly. "Besides, you became a stronger person from that, and as a mere human you overcame many obstacles and strove to be better. Of course I leaked a few things into dull-verse like the Hellsing manga, and nudged a teacher or two to put Phoenix lore on the curriculum."

Annabel gave her a wry smile. "What about Doctor Who?"

"Oh come now. That universe is so bland, and that Time Lord is so fascinating!" She appeared dreamily dazed for a moment. "I had to spice it up a bit. But now, to the topic at hand!" A single finger gestured upward. "You have been captured and those morons are trying to break you, spiritually that it. That. Can't. Happen! There's one of them, the traitor, is trying to mess you up as well as the slight hallucinogenic running through your system."

"So, I am being drugged. I knew something felt weird."

"Trust your instincts girl, and fight him!" The deity tapped the side of her head. "He thinks he knows all about you, thinks he has control of your mind. Its you who has control. Let the traitor know that! Fight him! For there is help coming."

Annabel puffed up with new determination.

"That's my girl! Now Allons-y!" She shouted just as the 'safe place' dimmed to black.

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When Annabel next opened her eyes it was back in the so called room on the so called bed in the so called house of David Tayler. She bolted off the bed and shouted into the room and through her mind one word.

"TRAITOR!"

David, her captor, appeared before her as if sucked through an invisible portal. He stood dumbfounded as Annabel marched up planting the hardest fist punch to face she could imagine. She hit it spot on. A spurt of blood expelled from his nose and mouth.

She grabbed the expensive designer dress shirt and banged his back and head into the barred window.

On the sixth head smack David dematerialized out of her grasp. "Come back here, you COWARD! That's what you are, doing this to me! You can't even face me for real!" For a second she felt ten points of pressure on her forehead and face and she gasped. The torturous aches and pains that accompanied her form moments ago were gone to be replaced by a dull ache on her entire backside like something akin to sitting too long and it felt warmer than here. "That's real!"

Sickly yellow walls crumbled away to reveal open skies and a sandy beach around her. A vision much more pleasing to the eye.

A feeling of fingers returned to her face. David reappeared before her seeping with anger. "How? How have you done this, whore of a vampire?"

Annabel growled. "Seriously, you need to come up with some new material." She said grabbing at the shirt collar to reveal the scar she had branded into his neck.

"So you know." He grabbed at her arms. "I'll tell you something that really happened then. As you laid unconscious I fucked your pussy good and hard right in front of the beautiful Succubus that gave me new life!" He flashed her images of that encounter.

Her mouth dropped in horror. She felt it to be true. Anger then boiled inside her. She grasped the man's shoulders digging in her nails. Tiny specks of flames licked at her fingers. Because it was her mind and he was connected with her, Annabel envisioned the most fitting punishment for a traitor of Hellsing and now of mankind; a flaming pole rammed up his ass to his brain. David screamed both in her mind and into the room he currently sat. She felt the loss in contact on her face.

Mentally she set aside the disturbing revelation for another day and focused on getting fully conscious.

000000000000 In the Midst of Time and Space

The Doctor picked up the phone. "The Doctor is in!…Oh Hello Brigadier, Nice hearing from you…. No, of course not, anything for you….. Help a man in a search… transport him around…. Time's of the essence… You have your man… Yes, I got the name…." The doc almost replaced the headset when he had a question. "What time and where?….. Got it!"

Hanging up the phone he turned to Amy. "Fancy a little detour to London?"

"What about the missing redhead?" She argued.

"Ah, she'll be fine for a bit. I have a little hunch about this little venture." He said rubbing his hands together.

Amy rolled her eyes and took a station opposite him.

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A man and woman walked up to the front gates of Hellsing. Two guards stood stationed at each side.

"Hi," greeted the Doc to the guard on the left. "We're here for a Captain Bernadotte."

"Hmm, French." Amy commented softly.

The soldier punched a button into the com set into the high stone post. "Lieutenant Sauls, there's two people to see the Cap."

"Hold on" There was several long moments of static. "He's on his way. He says to tell them not to come in."

"The Captain will be out in a bit and it be best you stay out here." The soldier relayed.

After a few minutes a man with an Australian type hat, an eye patch, a long coiled pony tail, and a small sack over his shoulder approached the entrance.

"Hey, I've seen him before, with that redhead." Amy whispered into Doc's ear.

"Didn't I tell you I had a feeling?" He murmured back. "Hello Mr. Captain Bernadotte." He greeted with a hand to shake. Pip shook it and looked hard at the both of them. "I'm the Doctor and this is Amy Pond." Amy shook his hand too.

"Just Pip will be fine, I'm off duty. You two seem a bit familiar to me."

"Possibly. Might we get a move on? I was told time was of the essence." The Doc urged.

"Of course." The three walked off down the street.

Amy hooked an arm around Pip's. "So, Captain, Pip, what's the dealio?"

"Well, I'm not sure how much I should reveal. I don't know you or what kind of clearance you 'ave."

"The highest." Doc chimed. "Your friend told my friend you're looking for a lady friend and a group whose taken her."

"Ooh, lady friend. Is she your girlfriend?" Amy asked.

Pip shook his head. "No, but she can cure my… girlfriend." A bit of red seeped into his cheeks.

The Doctor paused a step to line up right next the captain. "A cure. She's sick?"

"Poisoned by an imposter." Pip voiced. "Everyone else zhinks eets an accident and zhinks zee Annabel here is really her."

"You think a group has kidnapped this Annabel Phoenix and inserted a replacement in her place."

Pip hesitated. "Yes."

"Just throwing it out here but did this suspicion began maybe six weeks ago? Less probably?" The Doc asked. The Blue box came into view at a bend in the road.

Pip flicked a glance at both of them. "It was about zee time she was attacked and lost her memory."

"That makes sense."

"Come on Doc, just tell the poor guy, already!" Amy sighed in exasperation.

"Tell me what!" Pip's voice went up a decibel.

"We were in Rome and saw you and Miss Redhead in the big Sistine Chapel and she made a lude joke about naked men." Amy explained.

Pip stopped in his stride. "I knew you two looked familiar. Did zhat Brigadier Alistair tell you her last name?"

"Eh, no. He only mentioned your name. You see…eh…"

Amy jumped in. "We found her phone and we were trying to find her to give it back." The Irish woman pulled out a cell phone and gave it to Pip. He flipped it open to the photo on it. His shoulders lost its stiff look.

"Yeah, zats hers all right. Where did you find eet?"

"In her coat in the… our… vehicle."

Doc said. "Lets be honest. We found her things in my space ship."

Pip quirked an eye brow. "Just who are you?"

"Alistair was fresh out of planes, so he called me, fortunately for you I have far better than a plane." The Doc motioned his hands toward his blue wonder box a hundred feet away.

"You are pointing to zee Police Box, no?" Pip didn't sound convinced. "Mon dieu, I hope I'm not making a mistake." He muttered under his breath as they approached. The Doctor opened up the Tardis for Pip to look inside. Amy went right inside and kept walking which was impossible to Pip's perception of the world. He stuck a head in the door for a good look then walked around the outside just to be sure. Pip walked all the way in with the Doctor securing the door behind him. "Ah, hell, eet is a space ship." He blurted out.

"So you have specific place in mind, then?"

"Tell al Muqdam, Egypt." Pip answered automatically.

All three stood around the controls while Pip pitched his theories, observations, and basic background on Annabel including some of her nonhuman abilities. The Doc didn't seem a lick surprised about that and Pip wondered why.

"I suspected she wasn't human the instant she said her hair color was natural. Humans lack a protein to have that dark shade of red, wherein ginger is an uncommon hair type to begin with as Amy should know."

Amy scoffed with her nose in the air.

The Doctor continues. "The DNA on her jacket there confirms it. We suspected that she was hiding from an attacker and she found my box. It's generally safe when its working properly. It wasn't at the time she found it however. It could very well have dropped her off somewhere else by accident."

"If zats zee case," Pip asked "Zhen how did zee Sekhmet cult know when to make the switch?"

"Very good question. This ship also travels… in time. If she went into the past, which I'm almost certain she did, the cult of incubi could have knowledge of the future and have just enough time to manufacture a near perfect clone to fool almost everyone."

Pip crossed his arms. "Alucard is her mate and a vampire and he can't tell!"

Both Doc and Amy spoke at once. "Vampire?"

Pip drew a puzzled look. "Yes, so is my Mignonette, Seras."

"Huh, well I don't know everything." The man with the bow tie murmured. "Alright! Lets go an find this Phoenix!" He pressed a few buttons and shifted a few levers for the Tardis to hum to life.

000000000000 Same Day Tell al Muqdam(Leontopolis), Egypt.

Pip peered out the door into the simi-bustling pre-industrial town of earthen buildings and dusty streets. "Huh, where can I get one of zhese?"

"Sorry, only one in existence." The doctor didn't bother to look up from fiddling with a wonky little contraption with a tiny rotating dish. An electric *whirring* was heard periodically as the Doc constantly rotated his attention from the Tardis console to the device.

Amy looked off to the side. "What's that Doc?" He didn't answer for a moment.

"Ah Ah!" The Doc smiled triumphantly. "You're in luck Pip, the Tardis has detected the DNA signature of your phoenix in the area."

What the Doc supplied just confirmed what Pip had suspected. It made him all the more determined to rescue Annabel, kill a few succubi, and bring her home to save Seras. "Well, lets go zhen!"

"Not so fast, the Tardis can only detect her in the area not pin point her location, which is why…" Dangling the hand-held contraption before the pair. "We need this to direct us in the right direction."

"A compass." Amy chimed.

"Exactly." He walked down to the door next to the Captain.

"All right," Pip said "but maybe you could loose zee bowtie. You remind me of a stiff college professor."

"No way." The Doctor automatically straightening the red accessory. "Bow ties are cool."

Both Pip and Amy rolled their eyes and exited the Blue Box, the Doctor close behind.

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The late afternoon sun beat mercilessly on the trio in a less inhabited section of the clusters of low roofed buildings. Amy dabbed her face with a scarf she snagged out of the Doc's wardrobe room earlier. The Captain took to carrying the 'compass' watching the green light flicker in intensity as they got closer to Annabel's whereabouts. The Doc had pulled his light brown jacket off and wrapped it around his head to protect that pale scalp of braininess.

"How far do we think we have to go Doc?" Amy asked seriously thinking about dunking head first into the first camel trough she saw.

"I told you before, the Tardis has a fifty kilometer range for this, and we've traveled like eight of those. Its hard to be exact but by the blinking light probably another 15 or twenty kilometers."

She groaned at the Doctor.

Pip snorted. "You wouldn't 'ave lasted long as one of my men, Miss Pond. Zhis desert is second nature to zee Wild Geese."

"Wild what?"

"Eets what we call ourselves, my band. We're mercenaries."

"Then how about mercenary-ing up an air conditioned taxi?" Amy said wryly.

Pip huffed with a grin then checked the Dame de Rouse detector. The blinking light barely changed tempo.

After at bit Pip felt an uncharacteristically dangerous shiver down his spine and stopped. It seemed the Doctor had felt it too reaching a hand out to tap Amy's arm, and stopped as well. Amy looked around wondering why the Captain and the Doctor had stopped.

A man had appeared into view from the side of a build just ahead. He wore clean white clothing with a dusty brown sash and similarly colored trappings on his feet. His bleach blond tresses of hair fluttered softly about a roguish face in the hot breeze. To Amy he was a devastating hunk and smiled lightly at the man while her two companions had a suspicious quality to their faces.

The man casually walked up to the trio and bowed his head in greeting never taking his eyes off Captain Bernadotte. "Greetings to you comrades. Our quaint little paradise doesn't often get newcomers."

"No quaint little paradise shouldn't go unvisited if I say so myself." Piped up the Doctor. "It's very picturesque."

"And hot!" added Amy.

The man shifted his glace a moment at Amy with a ravenous tint in his blue eyes. "Indeed. My name is Victor."

Pip knew it in his gut that others were approaching most likely to surround them but held his gaze on Victor. The Doctor had no qualms and did look around spotting three other males in similar clothing approach out of hidden places.

"Ah, it seems you have friends, Victor." The doctor said, swiveling his back forward and center. "Are we trespassing on sacred ground or something? Really should post signs for that sort of thing. Any old bloke can just walk-"

Victor interrupted the doctor. "Who are you?" He asked in no nonsense fashion directly at the Captain.

"The name's Pip." He jutted a thumb just behind him. "Zhat one calls himself zee-"

"No!" Victor's voice seemed to boom off the earthen structures. "Who are you to come so close to our den?"

Pip wasn't sure what the man was getting at but Victor singled him out for a reason. "Um, not sure what you're getting at. I'm French. I believe in zee labor of love, and I rather enjoy strolling in zee des-"

Victor hissed. In a blink of an eye his fellow men stood nary a foot away. Two of them grabbed the Doctor and Amy by the arms. "Hey hey! That's uncalled for!" Cried the Doc while Amy squirmed spouting some choice words at her captor. The third hesitated to touch the Captain for some reason providing time for Pip to un-holster a revolver at his hip. Grabbing it didn't do any good though as the one called Victor smacked it out of Pip's hand and gestured his third man to restrain him.

Once done Victor spoke again. "You," pointing at Pip "are human yet you reek of blood demon. The female is obviously human for which I may sample later, that one" eyeing the Doc "is not human nor is he a being I've encountered before and smells annoying."

Amy's lips puckered in a frown and the doctor looked thoughtful. "Annoying is probably better than bad eggs."

Victor ignored the Doctor. "What did you hope to accomplish here, Pip?" He asked addressing the name in disgust.

Pip had a clear indication that these were of the culprits responsible for the lack of undead activity in Europe, the so dubbed incubi, and the worshipers of Sekhmet and he knew that because Pip could see a silhouette of an ankh under the white material of his shirt. By their reactions they could sense the vampy vibe coming off the pendent, and at least one of them was afraid of that vibe. What could he say that won't get him and his temporary companions instantly killed.

Apparently silence was the way to go as Victor wrenched the strange blinking contraption out of his hand then nodded to his men. All three grasped their captive's neck. Pip and Amy instantly went limp while the Doctor had to be knocked out with a rock.

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B/N: Dang Claymaker, you need to learn to spell better, but it seems we are getting close to the end of this little mystery. And yes it's a slight Doctor Who crossover, free virtual cookies who can correctly deduce which Doc it is.

Reviews always welcome!