Disclaimer: War is coming. With just days away Hellsing prepares to intercept Victor's attack on London. The latter, likewise makes his own final preparations to begin his war. A war so sinister it makes Hell itself tremble.

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Chapter Ten-"The Way of War"

One day remained until Victor's threat of war would commence. He was preparing for a massive invasion and siege of London. He amassed an entire army of vampires and ghouls. They all were well trained and heavily armed with hi-tech military equipment. M4, M16, and RC-P90 assault rifles, semi-automatic pistols, high powered missile launchers and various vehicles. Having gained control of a military facility a few miles from London, Victor was able to mask his presence. By maintaining the appearance of a normal base he set his plans into motion. He sat in a command tower, his lover stood to his right. To his left was a massively muscled vampire with brown hair and red eyes. He was wearing a black sleeveless shirt, black cargo pants and black combat boots. Strapped to his back were two long single edged swords. Crossing his arms the man glared hard at the screen. They were viewing a map of London, with several locations marked as a point of interest. "Master.." he said to Victor whom nodded.

"Yes, Eli?" he answered.

"Master..only a day remains. Are you sure you do not wish to proceed with the attack now?" Eli asked. Victor shook his head as his lover laughed. "Patience my friend. No need to rush. Let the humans prepare for war. After all I plan on enjoying myself. Why rush a good fight? No we will stay on schedule. I gave them one week and so one week it is." he said simply as Eli grunted. Turning around in his chair he faced a number of his soldiers dressed in full combat gear. Their armor and boots gave them the resemblance of Japanese ninja. Raising his hand the soldiers stood at attention. "At ease my brethren. In one day we shall launch our attack on London. Let us go over our battle plans. Map." he said. A vampire typed in a few commands on a keyboard as the room grew dark. A projector fired a beam of light as a map of the whole city appeared over head. Victor began speaking. "We will begin by first attacking all communications. Radio towers, phone lines. Everything. Next we will begin to use ground fire and troops to storm the city streets. A single wave should suffice. Air port terminals and subway lines will be next. As we speak we have several men in the field setting up explosives." Victor explained. He waved his hand as the map shifted. It began showing all of London's greatest attractions, the British National Museum and Big Ben clock tower in particular.

Victor grinned. "Once a sufficient number of vampires and ghouls have stormed the streets you will begin to destroy all landmarks and tourist attractions. Leave absolutely nothing untouched. Every museum, every tower, every cafe. Crush them to dust. Churches, synagogues, schools, post offices. You are to turn the city of London into a pile of ash and rubble. Finally the grand finale. Are you ready my brethren?" he said snapping his fingers. The projection shifted as the Hellsing manor came to view. "Hellsing. The Royal order of Protestant Knights. Founded by the Dutch vampire hunter Abraham Van Hellsing over 100 years ago" Victor said hissing in disgust. Eli narrowed his eyes, watching as the image displayed various Hellsing members. "They have been our true enemy since our coven first began. The Hellsing manor will be the final target. Storm the mansion, kill every soldier inside. However leave Integra for myself. I have something fun planned for that little cunt. Now, officer Veronica Tyler. Are you here my child?" he called out below.

The vampire soldiers made way as a female officer walked forward. She was quite stunning, wavy red hair and eyes. She was wearing a black sleeveless top with the chest open, exposing her large ample bosom. She had on brown cargo pants and black boots. Smirking she placed her hands on her hips, cocking them to the side as she nodded. "Yes Commander, I am here. What is it you require?" she asked. Victor chuckled.

"You will be leading a guard to the Tower of London. It is there will activate the ritual. Kill any interference. However, should you encounter Alucard, Integra, Seras Victoria or Vladimir and his wolves do not underestimate them" his tone sharpening to convey his severity. "That goes for all my officers. Do not underestimate our enemies." he repeated. Veronica smirked, "Please. Alucard is one problem but that blond bitch and Ms. Hellsing? What's to underestimate? They aren't a worry" she said confidently. Victor narrowed his eyes, speaking in a harsh and cold tone. "Perhaps I wasn't clear" he said. Veronica blinked, he was gone. Feeling a murderous intent by her she looked to her left as he stood arms behind his back. Gasping she took a step back. "Master?" she questioned as he walked past. He clapped his hands twice as the projection displayed a picture of Integra. She had a lit cigar in her mouth as she grinned. "Integra Fairbrooks Wingates Hellsing. The daughter of Arthur Hellsing. She is the heir and leader of the most powerful group of vampire hunters for centuries. This woman, a mortal and a virgin nontheless is no stranger to the undead. She is the one person Alucard obeys orders from. She is the human he calls his 'Master'. Were it any other human I would agree with you but we are talking about Van Hellsing's descendant. She is young, beautiful, strong, brave and honorable. The Queen of England herself has commissioned this woman with the defense of the country from monsters like us." Victor explained. The image faded before another loaded, this time of Seras. The fledgling vampire stood ready for combat, the Harkonnen cannon strapped to her back as she gave a cold menacing glare and folded her arms.

"Seras Victoria. Alucard's progeny. This woman is a Draculina, spawn from the Dracul bloodline of the vampiric curse. Alucard turned her as an option to death and she chose to walk among the undead. Naïve, timid and perhaps even foolish. But, she is a member of Hellsing. Alucard himself is confident in her, so she is a threat." Victor continued as Veronica's eyes widened. The last image displayed was of Vladimir, then of Michael and the wolf pack. "Vladimir Alexander Sokolov. He is the head of the Order of the Cross, the group that defeated us with Hellsing two centuries ago. He commands a pack of Werewolves that have served him for centuries. The pack's leader, Michael is a pure blood. His lineage traces back to the earliest of the Lycanthrope plague. As such he is far more powerful then his enemies take him for. I place him as just as or more dangerous then Alucard himself. Do you understand Veronica?" he said walking up and tenderly stroking her face. Leaning closer his voice intensified, "Under no circumstances are you to underestimate any of our enemies. Am I clear?" he said giving her a light kiss on the lips before turning around. Veronica shuddered then nodded. "Yes, by your orders Master." The projection ended as Victor returned to his seat. "Very well, let us continue our plans." he said.

Meanwhile, at Hellsing...

"Yes I know that...uh huh...uh huh...well of course Sir Integra understands that!" Walter shouted. He was on the phone with British operatives in coordination for the coming attack. Furrowing his brow in annoyance he tapped the desk in agitation. Integra looked up from her seat, raising an eyebrow. It was unusual for Walter to become impatient. Sighing the elderly butler spoke again. "We are fully aware of the risks. Yes well with respect to Her Majesty, it is something we shouldn't over look. Uh huh...yeah right. Ok keep in contact. Right. Good bye" he said hanging up. "Idiots. They won't proceed in preparing an evacuation of London once the attacks start. They're afraid about the knowledge of vampires leaking to the public. How foolish. It won't matter if the entire city of London is killed!" he said. Integra shook her head.

"It's ok Walter, we'll figure out something else then. Have we gotten any word on where Victor and his forces are?" she asked typing into her computer. Walter shook his head no. "I'm afraid not ma'am. As large as his forces supposedly are they have done a remarkable job at keeping low key. There must be something we are missing. Hhhmm.." he said pacing. Alucard and Dante walked into the office. Dante frowned, "So this Victor dude is going to wage war on London. Awesome. " the devil hunter said sarcastically. Alucard chuckled a little, "Master your orders?" he asked Integra whom waved her hand.

"Nothing as of yet. We still can't find them. All we can do is wait. Our forces are keeping a close watch on all activity in and out the city. The British coast, the air bases, subway systems. Everything moving around. If they so much as sneeze we'll be there with a handkerchief and a silver stake" Integra said causing Alucard to laugh. "I can hardly wait." he replied grinning and exposing his fangs.

The wolf pack was busy preparing too. Doing what they do best...

"496, 497, 498. Keep it up." Karl said to Raul. The latter was busy bench pressing an obscene amount of weight. Well over 600 pounds. Panting he strained as he continued his last set. Sweat trickled from his bare chest. "Urgh...two more." he said lifting again. Karl continued counting. "499, 500. Nice" he said as Raul slammed the weight back on top. Sitting up he steadied his breath as he exhaled sharply. Rotating his arms he stood up, "Ah that felt good." The rest of the pack were busy either arming weaponry or working out. Sergei and Alex were loading silver ammunition into various assault rifles. Robert was cleaning off artillery shells. Michael was sharpening his katana and Kathy was doing push ups. Looking up Sergei pointed to Michael. "So one left huh?" he said. Michael nodded, sheathing his sword. Standing up he stretched. "One day. Be prepared guys, this may end up getting ugly." Turning to leave the room he threw on a black jacket. Rolling the sleeves up he laced up his black boots and smoothed out his jeans before turning to the door. "I'm going to take a break. Let me know if something develops." he said to no one in particular but they all nodded and resumed their activities. Kathy stopped her exercise, standing up she crossed her arms nervously. "Would you uh...mind some company?" she asked. Michael turned to her and smiled, "Sure. That'd be nice actually."he said as she walked out the room with her. The others remained silent before Sergei and Alex started snickering. "Damn I thought they'd never go off alone." Alex cracked as everyone else laughed.

Michael and Kathy walked down the hall, chatting about nothing in particular. "So...did someone turn you into a Werewolf?" she asked. "No, I'm a pure blood. I was born a Werewolf. My clan is one of the oldest, we were among the original carriers of Lycanthropy. Going all the way back to ancient Rome. Perhaps even earlier." he explained. She nodded, genuinely interested. "What about your family? I'm sure you had a mom and dad." she said. He smirked, "My parents died many centuries ago. I had no siblings. I've been alone for most of my life. You sure are curious about me" he asked. She shrugged, "Well we've never really gotten a chance to talk so I was curious. So you're a pure blood. What about the others?" she said. "Karl is one also, everyone else was turned by me. There's a name for a person turned into a Werewolf. Mutts. Those that are turned have often been frowned upon by pure bloods like myself." he said. Kathy nodded, "So...who was the first Werewolf? I mean...there had to have been someone that first spread the curse." she said. Michael shrugged, they turned a corner before he opened a door to an archive. Stepping in there were dozens of book shelves containing a wealth of information on the supernatural. Kathy actually gasped. "Oh my goodness." she exclaimed. Michael picked up a book and flipped through before setting it down as Kathy started browsing. "No one really knows how our kind came to exist. There is one story that in ancient times, a fierce warrior was cursed by a witch he had oppressed. Under the full moon he would turn into a monstrous wolf creature and feed on human flesh. Others say we were spawned by the Devil himself. I kind of like the first one better." he said as Kathy looked up.

As the two perused the archive they continued talking, Michael going more into his past. Telling about what being a full blooded Werewolf has been like. Kathy opened up more about her life as well. Her family, her childhood. Everything she could think of. Leaving the archive they eventually made their way to the roof top. Overlooking the London scenery they watched as the sun began to set. A gentle breeze kissed their face as their hair flapped. Kathy sighed, "It's so beautiful up here." Michael sighed. "Yeah, when you're an immortal you take time to appreciate even the simpler things in life. But that eventually loses its appeal. Humans are blessed, they have the gift of death while monsters like us have to walk the Earth for all time." he said narrowing his eyes. Running a hand through her hair Kathy turned to face him. "Why did you offer to turn me?" she asked. Michael was taken back by her question. For a long time he didn't respond. Unable to meet her gaze he turned away. "You remind me of someone I knew. Someone from 300 years ago. Someone very...precious to me." he said. Kathy's eyes softened, "Was it a woman?"

"..."

"Did you...love her?" she asked walking in front. Forcing him to face her. "Yes it was a woman. Her name was Anya. She was my mate and she was murdered by her own father. For a human to mate with a Werewolf has been one of the highest taboo since our kind existed. I failed to save her, and the child she carried inside" he explained causing Kathy's eyes to widen. "I offered you life because I thought about her that night. If there was something, anything I could have done to save her I would have done it." Michael said as he turned to look at the fading light. Kathy remained silent, walking closer she threw her arms around him in a gentle embrace. Closing her eyes she sighed, "I'm sorry...Michael. You must miss her so much." she said. Michael didn't say anything. He in turn wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in closer. Feeling her warmth against his body, her soft gentle touch, reminded him so much of Anya. The two held their embrace for several minutes, each not wanting to let go.

Night time soon fell upon London. At their base Victor and his forces gathered around. Standing at the front he grinned. "My brethren. The time has come. We shall soon strike the city of London with full force. London, Hellsing, the Order and soon all of humanity will be reduced to a pile of shit. The humans will kneel at our feet. They shall build monuments in my greatness. Sing songs in reverence. They will tell tales of my power. How we destroyed their towns and cities. Their men slaughtered and butchered. Their women and children raped. Their corpses strewn about the streets and set on fire. This war will be so grand that it will go down as the single greatest war of all time." Victor began. The vampires began cheering and praising him. Raising both hands he chuckled, his eyes flashing. "My children, the time has come. Tomorrow night, we will raise up Hell. My children, let's welcome chaos"

End chapter

Stay tuned folks, the battle begins next chapter. Lots of action, lots of blood and mayhem. It's Hellsing and Devil May Cry at its best. Thanks for reading!