"Well, you will just have to wait and see, won't you," Walter said and slowly closed his eyes. "But… Can you do it when the time comes? Can you really accomplish your task?" he asked. "Can we place our trust – no our lives in the hands of a blood thirsty, deranged monster?"

"Since when have you started doubting my abilities, or could it be because of my history with the enemy?" The elder nosferatu answered and loomed over the lesser vampire. "Well?"

Walter peered at Seras out of the corner of his eye and gave a hefty sigh. "Neither of those reasons, my friend." He said. "It's just that there are now others involved that are not only important to us, but to other people as well."

"It's not only my brother and Eleanor we should be wary of…"

"What are you saying that there is another person involved?" Walter waited for the elder nosferatu to answer. "What other person, Alucard?"

"She is the puppeteer of winds and we … we are her fools."

I'm REALLY SORRY for such a long wait guys! I truly am sorry. *bows head repeatedly* I had my June exams and I just finished my SATs and my dreaded IEB exams. Luckily it was not all in vain. I passed the year and now I go forward looking 2011 in the eye … I'm a senior! Wahooo! But we still don't get any special blazer or badge. *sniffs* No more French, accounting or science… YAY! I'll be taking English, Afrikaans, LO (it's compulsory), Maths lit, Art, EGD (Engineering, Graphics & Design) and Business Studies. Weird combo I know.

Well, enough with my babbling and onto why you're here: the story! I starting to pull this to a close and I'm trying my best not to make a shitty ending here, but this isn't the last chapter. This chap was inspired by three songs: I Hate Everything About You by Three Days Grace and Hey Hey by Superchick and Devil's Trill by Vanessa Mae.

Trill

Seras shifted under the soft cotton sheets as she began to wake up in the cold of night. She sat up slowly and let the sheets fall into her lap as she surveyed her surroundings. It was a fairly large room with a dark stained oak dresser in the corner, a big love seat couch by the glass door that seemed to merge in a window at its sides. She reached for the lamp with the dark earthen toned lamp shade, and flipped the switch to light up the room. To her surprise Alucard was not in the room. To her relief she was still clad in her mustard yellow uniform. The bare balls of her feet sank into the white carpet as she stood up. Her gloves and socks were folded neatly over on top of the oak dresser, and her boots placed neatly by the side of the dresser.

Seras smiled quietly to herself as she pulled the long white hose of her sock up her leg. She then pushed her foot forcefully into her heavy-duty boots. While she pulled her second sock mid way up her leg, a sudden pang of hunger struck her. She doubled over onto her knees and then sat there for a moment as she began to adjust to the pain. The little fledgling hurriedly pulled her sock up and carelessly shoved her foot into her remaining boot. Her hunger had made her forget about her gloves' very existence as she stomped her way out the room.

The layout of the place they rented out was modern. The kitchen to her left was completely stainless steel, from the fridge to the dustbin. The dining area, a little beyond the kitchen counters, had a table with glass surfacing, the frame stainless steel, and the set was complete with chairs that had the same stainless steel frame as the table. The back of the chairs ended at the small of the average person's back. The walls were beige, with large widows that were left uncovered by curtains that would spoil the impressive view of city. More to the centre and right of the room was the lounge area was adorned with modernized black leather couches, armchairs, and an oddly shaped glass coffee table in the centre of the chairs.

Seras found Pierre at the kitchen counter, sitting in front of a laptop. His black, shoulder-length hair was tied back in a low ponytail. His usual attire was gone and replaced with a crisp white shirt with a few buttons undone near his neck and the stiff white collar was up turned, his left wrist was adorned with braided strings; some had beads and one was just a plain leather strand just tied to his wrist. A pair of glasses with a thin, square bronze frame sat on the bridge of his nose as he typed.

"Is there something I can do for you, Miss Victoria?" he asked as his fingers clicked away over the keyboard. He looked up at her after she had failed to reply. "You have been asleep for some time now. To be honest I was starting to worry for you. If you are looking for Walter or Alucard, you will have to wait a while; they have gone out hunting for the evening. Thankfully, God produces the smallest of mercies."

Seras was surprised at his last comment, but her hunger had kicked in again, and caused her to groan and slump into the nearest chair by the kitchen counter. This all went unnoticed by Pierre as he focused rather intently at his laptop screen. He roughly rubbed his temples and gave a dark sigh. The Dhampire slid his glasses off of his nose and laid them down on the table.

"You know what?" he asked to no one in particular. "I–I rather envy you, Seras Victoria," he said with an anguished smile on his face when he looked to her.

"Wait – what? Why? I'm just me, I'm a perfect nobody!" Seras didn't know how to react to the Dhampire's statement. Why would he be jealous of her a simple vampire fledgling?

"Well," he paused in hesitation. Would he tell her of his most inner desires? Would he tell it to the servant of the No-Life-King? "You have a place in this world, even when you were human you had a place. You have people who care for you and will fight to protect you. Even Sir Integra is both respected and feared. People will follow her in battle; people trust her.

"I'm not like either of you. I am not loved, not respected, nor am I feared or trusted. I am nothing to both vampires and humans; I am only an inconvenience to all. Even if I could only turn myself into a human I would do it." Seras did not listen to his long speech about what he couldn't and never will have. She was more concerned with a ravenous thirst that burned the pit of her stomach.

A savory-sweet smell filled her nostrils. Her mouth watered, and parted in yearning for that sweet smelling blood. Pierre's exposed neck seemed do tender and fragile to the fledgling. She sat up and leaned in on the Dhampire. He saw her move towards him, and he immediately backed away from her, not entirely knowing why he did so. He pushed himself from the counter and went to the lounge.

The blonde fledgling was hot on his feet with a red predatory glint in her eyes. Seras tackled him at his waist and sent both of them over the couch and onto the floor. Pierre lay with his back on the floor and the blonde fledgling atop of him. She grabbed a handful of his shirt and tore off, exposing his broad, bronze chest. She moved herself up his torso and lick hungrily at the nape of his neck. Tilting her head backwards somewhat to find the best angle to bite him at.

A hand grabbed Seras' shirt collar and flung her back over the couch and into their arms. Seras looked up at her master with confusion in her eyes.

"Come now Police Girl, you can do much better than this," Alucard said as he up his fledgling down on her own feet. "Come; let me go feed you, my hungry kitten." He wrapped his arms tightly about her shoulders and then the two vampires were gone, leaving Walter and the Dhampire alone in the apartment.

"What happened?" Walter demanded.

Pierre stood up and removed his torn shirt and draped it over the couch. "I don't know," he shrugged. "She came in and sat down next to me and the next thing I know is that I'm on the floor and she was trying to bite me."

"Really?" Walter asked in pure disbelief as he pushed past Pierre. "Before that she did appear weak or disorientated?"

The Dhampire tilted his head thoughtfully. "She came in, but then she slumped down to a nearby chair, but no apparent weakness, Father."

Walter stood tense as his mind went boiling over the affection his bastard son was showing him. He whipped around and shoved Pierre to the floor again, holding his neck in a death vice grip. "Never call me that again!" he shouted, digging his fingernails sharply into his son's neck. "You may be my son, but I would love it if you just died right now. It would be better for everyone if you just disappeared!"

Pierre laughed despite the force Walter applied on his throat. "Yet, you loved a vampire and made love to her, didn't you? Then tell me, surely you would have foreseen that she could have been carrying a child? So, how can you love her and not me?" he asked, looking into his father's eyes. "Why not me, Father?" He repeated.

Walter turned on his heel and went out the front door and slammed it shut behind him. The Dhampire was alone again.

XxxxX

Alucard and Seras melded into the shadows of the alleyway, waiting for an unsuspecting person to come their way. Fate seemed to be smiling on them when a gang of young, unruly men walked into the alley like it was theirs. The elder nosferatu encircled his fledgling with his arms, both of them blessed by the shadows, and out of view from the human eye. He held her small chin in-between his fingers, forcing her to look upon their prey.

"Now, my Police Girl," he purred in to the soft curve of her ear, "why don't you draw one or two out for us?"

Seras smiled, her fangs catching the slightest glimmer of light. She pulled from her master's embrace and walked along the bordering shadows. There were four men there, two of them looked too scrawny too eat, and then there was a fairly obese man standing guard at the in-turn of the alleyway whose veins likely contained more fat than blood, and then Seras' eyes settled on a well muscled, bronze skinned man leaning against the wall. He was the boss; there was no doubt about it. The fledgling stepped from the inky shadows and into the faint light of the alley, stalking her way over to the unsuspecting men.

One of the scrawny ones saw her and elbowed at their boss to look down the alley and onto Seras. A toothy grin spread on his lips as his eyes looked over her heavy hourglass figure. He thought she would be easy taking. He got off from the wall and blocked her way.

"Where you going, love?" He asked, looking down on the small fledgling. He looked over her mustard-yellow uniform. "You cosplaying, love?"

Seras looked straight up at him with her blue eyes. "Why, yes. I was hoping to catch someone's attention tonight, but… there was no one interesting enough so I left." She got closer to him, almost leaning fully against him. She placed a bare hand on his chest, drawing it down slowly. "Are you interesting, I wonder?"

The man liked her already and hooked an arm around her waist. "I think you caught my attention, love."

Smiling, Seras pulled away and backed up into the alley a bit further. Lust clouding his judgment, he followed. Once they where further away from his gang of mates, he pushed her up against the wall and held her there. Seras allowed all this to take place, allowing the scum to touch her. His hands were unbuttoning her shirt when he saw the red coat of arms on her left breast.

"Well, you are a dedicated fan, aren't ya?" He commented before he snaked his rough hands down her body.

"That's one why to put it," she felt no further need to hide her hunger. When the man looked at her again, her fiery eyes reflected his fear and her fangs as sharp as razor. "What the fuck are you, bitch?" He shoved himself off of her and was about to run when a shadow solidified in front of him.

Alucard took one slow step at a time, drinking in the fear that emanated from the human in front of him. "To answer your question, scum, she is a child of the night, a vampire." He said those words with pride. His fledgling had caught her first prey this night. He felt the pride that swelled in a parent when their child says their first words or make their first step; in plain he had never felt such pride over another before her. "As this is your first, my dear, I believe you have earned the first bite."

Seras came up from behind the man and jerked his head backwards. At first she only grazed her fangs over his rough neck, lapping up the droplets that formed. She looked at her master from over the man's shoulder, seeing him with his chesire grin; she sank her fangs into the human's soft neck, puncturing his jugular. The warm, coppery liquid streamed into her mouth. She drank heavily. The elder nosferatu joined her and drank from the other jugular. They feasted on him until they drank his dry.

Alucard pushed the lifeless corpse to the ground and gazed upon Seras with his eerie red eyes. Being a fledgling, Seras' mouth was smeared with blood, while her master's was spotless; the only evidence was in his mouth that he was wiping clean with his tongue. The nosferatu pulled her in close, capturing her by her chin. He tilted her face up towards his. He slid his tongue out from his mouth, and hungrily licked all the blood from her mouth. As the blood disappeared he did not cease, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, driving it madly around, grazing it over her fangs. The droplets that of Alucard's blood that fell in her mouth teased her, leaving her wanting for more.

"We must go back now, as much as I would like to continue this, there are matters that need attending to." He pulled away but not entirely. Alucard engulfed them both in his inky shadows, transporting them back to the apartment. To the elder nosferatu's surprise, no one was there.

Alucard and Seras sat about the apartment waiting for the Dhampire and Walter to return. Walter was the first to get back.

"Well, look what the cat finally dragged in," the elder nosferatu announced upon seeing his old friend. "Its dark so we best be going." Alucard and Walter were already at the door by the time Seras got up. "Wait, what about Pierre?" She did not want to leave him behind, even if no one else wanted him there. "Oh yes. Where has your bastard gotten to now, Walter?" The elder nosferatu asked the retired butler.

Walter shrugged his shoulders. He found himself glancing over to a mirror across the room up on the wall. He still felt a small spark of surprise when he gazed at his youth. After some five years when he was human he gradually accepted the wrinkles and stray strands of silver in his black hair. Now it was as if it all turned back as if all those long years had never happened. Walter smiled to himself and dug around in his pockets for his smokes and lighter. He placed the cigarette in between his lips and held the small flame of the lighter to the open end of the tobacco stick. He took a long drag from it before he looked around the room.

Alucard was leaning against the wall by the door and Seras was pacing up and down the corridor like a troubled cat. The small fledgling was at wit's end by that point and threw herself down onto the nearest couch. A strong, unmistakable smell filled the elder nosferatu's nose. Alucard fought to hold back his laughter but failed when a low, husky chuckle rumbled from this throat.

"Well, it looks like we have some company," he said, giving Walter and Seras a wide grin fit for a madman. "Just look outside."

In a moment both Seras and Walter were looking out the window and down onto the street below. Five very dangerous looking teenagers stepped into their line of view and gathered in front of the hotel entrance. One of them had long black hair that was tied back by a white band. Seras eyed the youth wearily, waiting for him to turn around. He was dressed in baggy black pants, heavy biker boots, and a black muscle shirt that hung somewhat loosely from his shoulder. From what Seras could see he had two piercings in his left ear and was sporting a black tattoo with a very delicate spiral design on his left bicep and from her angle she saw something else, but could not believe it.

"Wait that can't be-"

"Oh, but it is." Alucard intercepted his fledgling mid sentence.

Seras stood there with her mouth agape while Walter still seemed to be as interested as he was before they came. "Who are they?"

The No-Life King could hold himself back no longer. He barked out in a rage of dark laughter, making Seras jump off the floor.

"It seems that bastard of yours has called in for a little back-up," he managed in-between his laughing. "Quite resourceful," he said and fazed out of the room and was standing in front of the five teenagers.

Seras rushed out the door and within the batter of an eyelash she was right next to her beloved master. Walter followed suit and fazed himself to the other side of Alucard, staying alert about the teens in front of him.

The youth that Seras had kept her eye on gave a small snicker and turned around.

XxxxX

Eleanor sat numbly on the bed as Lucifer worked with her hair. The angel pulled her golden strands into a tight French braid that ended a little past her thigh, tying it together with a piece of ivory white silk.

Satisfied with his work he leaned forward and encircled his arms about her pinched waist. The angel buried his nose in the nape of her taunt neck. She still tried to deny him, but before the night was out he told himself that he would change all that, by killing his brother and that sorry excuse for a vampire fledgling of his. Then, she would have no more reason to deny him, and only then he would be able to repair her. Well, he thought, physically at least. Lucifer traced his nimble index finger lightly over the silver scar splayed over her abdomen.

"Well, mon chevalier I recommend that you clean up for our little reunion with my dear brother," he said, grazing his cheek against her cool one. "I will not accept anything less than perfection from you tonight, my dear."

The nosferatu did not utter a word in response, but simple stood from her position on the bed to vanish into the wardrobe room. The stone walls were draped with tapestries and fine needle works, accompanied by a rich, red Persian rug that left like bliss beneath her bare feet. Eleanor gazed at the full-length mirror, which had a viridian green satin dangling from one of the elegant curves of the golden frame of the mirror.

Urgh… Green again? A voice made its opinion heard in Eleanor's mind. The nosferatu felt her lips quirk up in a small smile. She reached out her hand and took hold of a fistful of the green dress. Well, any suggestions? She asked out to the entity in her mind. Because I must say, I also tire of this colour.

Eleanor waited for the entity to speak again, but she heard it mumble to itself in deep contemplation. She left it to its thought while she strode over the other end of the room to open a dark mahogany door leading more fine dresses acquired from around the world and made from various materials and colours.

The nosferatu walked past each one, trailing her pale fingers over the soft material. A burgundy red dress caught her eye. She took the dress from its stand and held it up before her. Her viridian eyes trailed down the dress, as if she was taking in every golden strand of the vine-like embroidery flooding down the breast to where the dress split over her abdomen and trailed down her sides. The sleeves of the dress ended at the elbows but the material flowed downwards, like a red waterfall. It was obvious that she would need to wear an under-dress to over up her pelvic region, legs and the flesh that would be exposed at her arms.

Eleanor draped the dress over her arm and continued onwards to find a suitable under-dress. After some consideration she settled for an ivory white cotton under-dress that was rather loose and free-flowing from her waist down, but stiff about her forearms.

I do believe red is a more suitable colour; especially for our grand finale, the voice announced. Eleanor paid it no mind as she slipped into the under-dress and then the red satin main piece. She walked her way back to the full-length mirror and looking tautly at herself.

Satisfied she donned her feet with closed, black leather sandals, as what was appropriate for a lady from the fifteenth century and slipped out of the dressing room. She could not careless about the disappointed sigh the angel gave her as she joined him by the bed again.

"I thought the burgundy would be a more appropriate dye for tonight's events," Eleanor said almost timidly as she gazed at the ceiling.

Lucifer shifted over to where the nosferatu sat and smiled widely to himself. She was getting rather bold. To choose out a dress for herself when once was already put out for her. However, he did note that she was right that the burgundy hue did seem more… thrilling than the emerald green that was presented. Yes, the night was going to one to remember for decades to come.

XxxxX

Alucard found himself lounging against a nearby lamppost, as he observed the five newcomers. They looked like modern-day delinquents, with all their piercings in their ears, one of them even had two rings in his nose. Out of the group, there was only one female, but she did not carry herself as such. With her shoulder-length hair dyed a dull purple and the tattoo on her left bicep and ripped jeans, with an almost equally ripped shirt she looked like a human trash.

Seras was going into a mild panic over the sight – or more particularly over the leader of the band of misfits. She stood there gaping at Pierre, the butler of the Hellsing household. The Dhampire gave her a sly smirk, before regarding the No-Life King and flicked his eyes over Walter.

"Well," Pierre started. "While you all were out hunting, I decided to pull a few strings and call in some back-up." He motioned to the rest of the group behind him.

Alucard barked out in laughter. "I take it they are all half-breeds, like yourself."

The Dhampire smiled at that remark. "Of course, it is individually that we are not to the strength of a pure blood, but together, it is quite another matter."

The woman with the purple hair gave Walter a shit-eating grin. "To put it simply, we're not people to fuck around with."

"Hahahahaha!" The elder nosferatu threw his head back, howling out his amusement. "Well, you'll need it, because that angel doesn't fuck around either, and as the humans say 'the more the merrier.'" Alucard shifted the shadows about him and leapt forth, emerging as a large, pitch-black heel hound.

Seras took the hint and morphed into her familiar as well. She trotted to her master's side as a blonde furred hell hound. Walter gave a sigh of disapproval but did the same; however, a large silver paw dragged out of the shadows and revealed a large snow leopard.

Pierre morphed into a large black hawk with eerie silver lines and the other followed suit. Alucard did not wait to check if all of them had morph successfully before he sped off into the night.

Seras and Walter were able to keep up easily while they ran through the grassy plains and the Dhampires were hot on their heels as well, with Pierre soaring in the sky and four other familiars behind them.

XxxxX

The group ran down the slope of the mountain side as came to a complete halt at the edge of the forest, looking out to the new battlefield. There was nothing, save the long tresses of grass and a single grand oak tree near the sinister silhouette of the fortress in the horizon. Alucard looked out to the tree and morphed back and stood tall, with an almost equally sinister aura seeping from him.

The rest did the same. Seras was closest to the elder nosferatu and found herself concerned about the feeling that was radiating from her master. She told herself that she worried too much and that is was her master she was thinking about, and that he can handle anything thrown at him.

"Seras do as I taught you in Hellsing Manor; calm your mind and concentrate on the feel your Vladimirs in your hands and then, materialize them." Alucard instructed, slithering his magma hued eyes between the various party members.

The vampire fledgling did as she was told and calmed herself with deep breaths. She remembered the feel of the cool metal seeping through the material of her gloves like water and thought on how smooth everything felt.

Please, just work this time! Seras chanted in her mind. It would be embarrassing if it did back fire on her like her previous attempts back in England. She was concentrating so hard that she had yet to realize that she even closed her eyes.

"You can open your eyes now, Police Girl." Alucard chuckled at how she had to concentrate to achieve such a trivial task.

Seras slowly fluttered her eyes open and felt a wave of joy overcome her when she actually saw the Vladimirs in her hands. The fledgling vampire hugged them to her chest possessively.

Everything went cold, even the cool steel Seras' weaponry got an added chill to them. She looked at her master who was gazing at something in the distance. She then turned her attention to Walter, who also seemed puzzled by the sudden change in the atmosphere. Pierre and his gang of Dhampires seemed on edge, as if someone even breathed wrong and they would start killing.

The elder nosferatu took long strides towards where the cold aura was emanating from –as he had suspected– the base of the ancient oak. The wind rippled the elder nosferatu's red trench coat and made his black hair look like live snakes slithering about. Seras and Walter were right behind him and Pierre was a little to the left of his father but had no desire to some into contact with him anymore then what he had to.

The walk to the oak tree was more unnerving than the entire journey to the grassy plains in Transylvania. Seras was starting to worry about not surviving, about her master not surviving, or generally that someone would die. She was often told when she was human, that she was a natural worrier. And now even as an undead vampire, it was still a very big problem she had to get rid of.

Getting closer, their ears caught a delicate hum and a stream of a foreign lexis. It sounded like such a welcoming comfort, however it was an illusion soon shattered by the elder nosferatu, who repelled the spell with his vaporous aura. Alucard stopped but a few meters short of the tree, glaring silently at his brother.

Lucifer was lounging comfortably against the thick trunk of the tree, while his lover and slave sat upon one of the high branches gazing out to the stars, and swaying her legs like a child through the air. The fallen angel continued humming where the other singer had stopped, but the effect was not nearly as enchanting.

"Stop singing of fairytales, Brother," Alucard hissed. "We both know that the Lance is nothing but a myth."

The angel leaned back and laughed out his content at his brother's ignorance. "Alas it may be so, my dear big brother. However, we will never know if we do not try. Besides that Lance is all that stands between me and absolute power."

The elder nosferatu scoffed that, drawing out his guns and holding them at the ready. "Lest you have forgotten, I also stand between you and absolute power." Alucard never did take being putting aside lightly. "And I am here now, so how about we have ourselves a little friendly bout. Jut between us brothers."

The same song from moments ago rippled through the air again, but Seras realized that it was being sung from Eleanor's lips. The nosferatu's entire expression was empty, as if she was in a dream state.

"I do believe that we have a fitting choir and audience for the occasion," Lucifer said, looking up at his red-clad vampire, "almost perfect in fact."

Alucard took a step forward. "Very well then," he whispered, holding his hands to the sides of his face which now held an expression of indifference. "Releasing control art restriction to level three, level two, level one. Situation A. Cromwell approval is now in effect. Hold release until target is eternally silenced."

With that it had begun.

Lucifer released his own seals, raining down a blinding light and reappeared with his white wings proudly in the air and his eyes set upon his prey. The dagger he had used to resurrect Eleanor had morphed into a battle sword.

Seras watch in awe at the sheer contrast between the two combatants; her master with his black bondage suit and the angel with a flowing white battle robe worn by the foot soldiers of Heaven.

Alucard called for Baskerville, forming his familiar from his own body and sent the snarling and hungry hound straight at Lucifer. The angel reacted quickly and brought the sword up to guard against the thick teeth. Baskerville had its teeth locked with the slender holy blade.

"Is that the best you have, Brother?" the angel snarled, pushing the hell hound back. He then realized too late what Alucard's true intent was.

"I can ask the same," he retorted coolly from behind the angel. He did not think Lucifer would fall for the bait, but as way leads to way, he did and it gave the elder nosferatu the perfect opening he needed.

Pulling his hand back, Alucard plunged it forward and through his brother's chest. Warm blood flowing freely from his hand and the heavy copper scent in the air made the elder nosferatu's head real with ecstasy.

Lucifer used all his strength to push the vampire away from him with his wings and succeeded in pulling the invasive hand put of his chest. He had lost a lot to blood, but Lucifer was not about to let that slow him down.

That's it for today folks! I know it's cruel to stop right in the middle of a fight but I can't put everything into one chapter. I'll try to update sooner this time. I promise. It might take a while because of all the school I've missed while sick, but I'll try and catch up as quickly as possible to write some more Hellsing goodness.

Oh, don't worry, I haven't forgotten about Seras and the others, they're gonna havta get down and dirty in the next chapter if they want to live to see another night.

I've had fun writing this story, but don't worry, there are still two chapters left. At least I think so.

Right, now I'm gonna hide from my mother who has more meds for me to drink so I'm gonna love & leave ya.

Have an awesome day. ^^