Alucard had let Max fly to the place she had last seen her friends. From there,"You're free to do as you please with your power." Alucard knew that the best test for his new fledgling was to send her into battle. He chuckled to himself, perhaps it wasn't so rash to create a second Draculina. In fact, it might prove to be a wise decision considering the frequent vampire attacks as of late.

"Report police girl?" He said turning his head.

Seras jumped, she was unaware he had seen her when she had approached.

"Master, Sir Integra wishes to speak to you." She said handing him her radio.

Alucard took the device and placed it to his ear.

"Good evening." He said.

"It's the dead of night here." She muttered. "More importantly there has been a development in the area. Have you secured the hybrids?"

"I have obtained one so far."

"Obtained? Your getting to be quite the collector. I'm assuming you had reason for turning her this time?"

"Yes, she would have been a hinderance to carry around considering she had been wounded.""

"That's it?"

"Do you dislike having another vampire?"

Integra thought about it, the police girl had been a good call the first time. She decided she would drop it for right now.

"Moving on, Walter says the CIA has reported one of America's most wanted;Jamie Header, had disappeared three months ago and reappeared last night. He's been inducted into millenium and converted into a vampire. And now, he's heading for you and the group of hybrids."

"Oh? A bold move considering what I did to their other members.

The screaming of luke valentine still echoed in the back of his mind.

"He'll be dead within the hour."

"Good."

Alucard was about to hang up when Integra said one last thing.

"Also, Iscariot is on the move. And we think he's here."

Alucard shut off the communications machine and handed it back to Seras. His eyes were afire, his hands clenched into fists, and his smile turned into a terrifying grin.

"You know your orders. Go."

Seras nodded, but was slow in moving.

"Master." She said stopping completely. "What did you mean by "obtained"?"

"All in good time police girl. You will see very soon what I meant."

Max was nearing her max altitude. She scanned the ground for the group of erasers. Suddenly, she heard something below. Not too far away, the faint beat of rotors echoed out above the forest. She circled the area, finally seeing the grey body of a large chopper. They were in it. She could just tell that. Her wings shrunk back into a far more swept position as she began her dive. The chopper wasn't moving very fast, she could catch up easily.
Max cut through the air like a ballistic knife, closing the distance in less than thirty seconds.

Now her vampiric strength would come in handy. She rolled out in front of the target aircraft, then spun around, facing the cockpit.
The eraser pilot only saw her for a second before her foot sailed through the windscreen and into his face. Her landing place was directly on the man's chest. Her hand gripped the eraser's throat as she menacingly ordered him to maintain his course. He nodded and she struck his throat, neutralizing any use of his vocal cords. She placed him back on the seat and made a mocking remark about him being a good boy.
She walked back into the hold of the aircraft. And what she saw was drastically different from what she thought.

There were erasers alright, but they were all wounded. Some had huge slash marks on their chests, others had lost entire limbs. In the back sat a girl who was mourning another dead eraser.
They all noticed her, but most didn't even care.
They were trash. Useless. Unable to continue.

"We've already lost enough. Are you here to claim the rest?"

Max looked over at a young boy, maybe thirteen. He had a bandage over his left eye, and he had a total of only seven fingers. Max's bloodlust subsided under her tears. What had happened? Who had hurt all these younger erasers?

"M...Max!" Yelled a squeaky little voice.

She looked over at a cage, pressed up against it was her little darling Angel. Max ran over to it, ignoring the erasers standing up to fight around her. She grabbed her hand and through the bars she kissed her on the cheek.

"Please get me out!" She wailed.

Max ran around the side and unbolted her cage door. Angel lept into her arms and let her crying loose.

"It's okay now. We're back together!"

Max picked her up and turned around to face the erasers around her.

"Just go." One growled.

"Thank you. We will."

"Go to hell. Don't come back." He yelled, punching the door release.

The helicopter was a twin engine chinook and had a massive cargo door in back, which quickly slid back, providing a excellent jump point. Max didn't hesitate for a moment, and got a running start to her jump.

"Angel. When we get to the ground, I want you to tell me what happened."

She buried he face into Max's shoulder. The memory of it was all too vivid.