The Banana Slug: Now, for this one, I'm gonna try to pull some heart strings. It may seem forced, but that will be seen after I am done showin' it.

So, here is the conclusion of the two-parter of our League taking a walk to the park.

Hellsing's League of Extraordinary Gentlemen

By The Banana Slug

CHAPTER 14: Chaos Theory

It looked like a dark mountain jutting from the ocean as the black titan of the sea would sit not too far from it, with the sounds of crashing waves and soft gusts adding to the ambiance.

The sight was quite beautiful to Conan as he sat at the deck of the submarine, looking out with his arms at his back, ignoring the cold wind as his eyes stare at the island with a calm frown.

The Boy Detective hears the door open behind him, then closing as soon as the metal door would close with a loud clang. "Griffin?" called out Conan, uneasy and suspicious, waiting for an answer.

"Aye, I'm 'ere," spoke the voice of the Invisible Man as Conan hears the footsteps get closer to him, the sound stopping right beside him.

"Where's Jason?" asked Conan.

"In his room, some'a the pirates'r guardin' him," he'd reply, chuckling and saying, "wogs are afraid he'd try to kill'm with Alucard off feckin' around in the jungle with Quatermain, the captain, and his little slave."

"You're all charm, Griffin," groans Conan with a shake of his head, "after all this, we'll head back to London and see if Bond has any idea where the Detective could be."

"Are yeh sure he doesn't have any of the notes?" asked Mr. Griffin, "Him beatin' Seras up like she was his wife doesn't mean he lost his only chance fer flyin' rocks?"

"You heard him yourself, Griffin," corrected Conan, "didn't it sound like he did?"

"…Yeh, I guess ya got a point, eh?" groans Mr. Griffin, "All we need'a do now is find out where he lost'm."

"That's not the part that disturbs me," added Conan darkly, "it's that the fact they were taken from him. Someone stole them from him, and it wasn't us, and it wasn't the Black Organization."

"Perhaps it is the remnants of the last Millennium?" queried Griffin, "They never found the body of the Docter, and I heard that Major was a cyborg like our Detective mate, so who knows…maybe he survived and is tryin' ta-"

"No, nono…" sighed Conan with a shake of the head, "they're long dead, and I doubt he'd think the Major would really see the Detective a bad choice for a replacement." He looks to his side with a worried brow, not sure if he is facing Griffin or not, "…except, unlike the Major, who wanted chaos, our Detective wants order…order and ignorance."

"How dramatic," chuckles Griffin, with the two seeing flashes of light over and over being followed with the sounds of guns thundering in the distance, echoing lightly with the flashes there and gone again.

"…That too."

Isla Sorna

The party would stand at a circle, facing the forest as their rifles would shoot out at the black jungle, trying to defeat the raptors swamping them. They would try to aim at their speeding forms, but their only targets were the flashes of orange scales then disappearing into the ferns and green groves.

The guns blasts mixed with the sound of screeching and snarling from the raptors. Quatermain would stop to reload his gun, putting his bullets in hurriedly before his life would end by raptor teeth.

Terribly, one of these beasts, bird-like and wolf-like at all the same time, would rush from the bushes, screaming insanely and rushing with its claws digging the dirt. Its clawed hooked feet dig into the ground before the monster jumps out and attempts to gore the old hunter.

Without noticing and focusing on his rifle, he'd finally pay attention when a spray of blood hits his face. His head whips up and sees the striped beast tumble with blood splattering from its open wound, laying on the dirt with its feline eyes wide in death.

Leonard turns his head, seeing Seras as his rescuer as he watches with surprise as he looks back to her with confusion.

Alucard seemed to enjoy this fight with the dreaded animals, blasting one of the raptor's head to bits and pieces, all with an insane grin of his that always shows during such carnage.

"Keep your eyes open, you fool!" she shouted to him, however, before Quatermain could yell back at him, a moment of irony would hit her in the form of the jaws of a Velociraptor snapping around her throat.

A stunned Seras would be slammed to the ground, her eyes wide as that rapid beast would dig its teeth into her throat, tearing it viciously with blood gushing from her wound as it snarled and hissed in bestial hate.

However, the vampire girl was not defenseless, grabbing the top of the beast's jaw and forcing it to jut up and crushing it's skull in one decisive move. It released a final gargle as the raptor was killed by the grip of a powerful vampiress.

Many of the raptors would die from either a swift bullet speeding through their mortal bodies or being skewered by the harpoon gun of the dreadful Captain Nemo. Screaming into the night, blood spewing from their jaws, these killers would know that they are not the top of the food-chain and find something worse than what they were.

This didn't fully figure this out until one brave raptor would rush at Alucard with its back turn, screaming in a shrill animalistic rage as it jumps into the air and dig its jaws into Alucard's shoulder.

Alucard simply stood there, smiling as blood gushed from him as the raptor would slash his back and rip his shoulder insanely. It would turn into the last thing the raptor would ever do, as Alucard would laugh with a cold echo.

The raptor would die violently, with a flurry of elongated spines covered in red veins jutting from his back and impaling the raptor savagely. It was instantly killed by the spines, and flops down into the dirt when those wicked spines would slide back into Alucard. He releases a bellowing uproar of laughter with his sharp fanged teeth, echoing into the night in front of the raptors, his eyes glazing red in a demonic and hellish light.

The Velociraptors would finally take the hint in the form of Alucard's terrifying pride that these hunters were not to be trifled with, the survivors darting away into the darkness, screeching and honking out in the distance as the hunters would stand there in the camp.

"They seem to know who their superiors are now," laughed Alucard.

"Barracudas always swim away when a shark is present," stated Nemo as she saw Seras look around, counting all the corpses that she could see.

"I count nine," said Seras, then turning to her master before asking him, "am I right?"

"Yes, Police Girl," responded the No-Life King, "why do you ask?"

However, Seras would climb down to her knees, leaning down on the corpse of the Velociraptor. She grunts lightly, looking at the corpse indecisively, before finally conceding and opening her mouth filled with razor-sharp teeth.

Her teeth would then sink into the flesh of the dead raptor, with everyone watching as she ingests the blood of this beast. As she drinks reptilian blood, Alucard walks over and stands over her, saying, "So, you are now more comfortable with drinking the blood of the living? When did this come around?"

Seras panted after drinking the blood of the one raptor, eight more on her list as she looks over at her grinning master, saying to him, "…Noble's Island, master. I think you are right that…I need to drink more blood. I need to increase my power…"

She slowly gets up, explaining, "That thing, the Detective, he shouldn't have…but he was able to defeat me easily, punched my bloody eye out too."

"So you want revenge?" he asked her.

"…I don't want to say that, master," Seras would admit, wiping the blood from her lips and continuing, "but if I am to defend against someone as smart, calculated, and trained as him, I need to get stronger, and if this is the only way to become powerful…I guess I'll just have to."

Alucard watches as she walks past her master, kneeling over another corpse as she drinks its blood so nervously. Every time she sank her teeth into those things' bleeding bodies, she would pant heavily, wiping her lips clean of any free blood.

"You are learning, my dear fledgling," he said with a fatherly smile, "perhaps you will be a vampire just as powerful as I am, but that will be for some time…Seras…"

Quatermain would watch with a bit of unease, seeing this woman he knew for such little time drink blood from these monsters not as demonic as her and Alucard. He coughs and puts his rifle on his side, scratching the back of his head nervously and saying, "I'm…heading off to bed…I'm still human, I need sleep to survive."

"Good idea, Quatermain," sighed Nemo, wiping blood from her forehead. The captain yawns lightly, turning to her blue tent and entering it with Quatermain rubbing his eyes as he gives one last look at Seras, drinking the last raptor of its blood, yanking her teeth from its throat with her panting heavily after her great drink.

Breathing loudly, grunting out after her vampiric upgrade, wiping her lips clean one last time then saying, "Master, are you going to sleep in Quatermain's tent? I think I will-"

She looks over, seeing her master climb into the tent of the Science-Pirate, ignoring his fledgling as he disappears inside of the tent.

"Wait! I-" she blurted out, with her hand out but to no avail. Seras sighs and gets up, patting her dress down and walking to the tent of the old hunter.

Nemo would lay in her sleeping bag, her black hair against the pillow with her hat and coat clumped up in the corner, hearing the vampire lord climbing in her tent and the rustling of him slipping into his bag beside her.

"Don't you want to sleep with the old hunter?" she asks of him.

"I'd rather sleep with you, captain," he would reply. Nemo would pull the covers of her bag over her shoulders in response.

"Discomforting," she says to him with a quiet tone, then asking him, tilting her head back, "…just between you and me, Vampire King, how did you come back?"

"Again, captain, that will be revealed, in time," he said to her, the Vampire King laying in his makeshift bed, stiff as a board looking at the top of the tarp with a dead grin.

"…I heard what happened at Dimmsdale, Alucard," Nemo said to Alucard with a glaring gaze at him. "I talked to Griffin, he said you were quite the expert on the Blazing World. It is just that when you mentioned the cold north, where the way to the Blazing World is located, which has me to believe that your reappearance has something to-"

"Captain…captain, captain, captain," sighed Alucard, chuckling as he gently shakes his head, "how would the Blazing World have anything to do with my resurrection? Me being underneath it when I…appeared…is just a coincidence."

"And your knowledge of those in the Blazing World?" Nemo would remind, keeping her stare at the vampire.

"I have always been interested in the Blazing World, even as a child, that is no lie," Alucard would explain to her with a nostalgic grin, "I have always wanted to visit the dimension of fae and magic, but because of my reputation, the gates will forever be closed to me."

Nemo's glare would not falter, rustling to her back and getting a full look at him, telling him, "You are keeping things from me, Alucard. There has to be more to it than simply appearing in the middle of the cold north. Why keep your secrets, Alucard, what is it you are running from?"

Alucard looks over at her, giving her an unsettling smile with her unfazed by his stare, saying to her, "Although I will not tell you the full story, I will commend your bravery. Many would not even dare to question me, fearful of a man like me."

Nemo would slowly turn around, saying to Alucard, "…You are not that frightening, Alucard…" The captain would end her conversation with a dark sigh, "I survived Halabja…"

Watching as she would fall asleep, he would rest his head back on the pillow, knowing this woman had just as much secrets as he had, most likely just as dark.

Seras would curl up in her sleeping bag, with her facing Quatermain as he rested at the other side. She would look over at him, her blue eyes looking away with her letting out a light cough.

"…Leonard?" she let out.

"Mm?" he'd reply in his usual grumpiness, tired as he nudges his head a little.

"…How does master remind you of someone you know?" she asks of Quatermain.

"Dammit, Seras, must you always call him that?" he grunts, moving his head to stare at her wide-eyed reaction, "You sound like a bloody slave."

"You wouldn't understand," she growled silently with an offended growl, "besides, it's…not slavery, Quatermain, he is my master, but I am not his slave…I'm his servant, and I can defy his orders if I want to. I may be his fledgling, but I am not submissive."

"Could have fooled me," coughed Leonard, rolling his eyes before Seras would glare and give a good kick to his backside.

Quatermain growls in pain, writhing to face her and barking quietly, "Bugger off!"

"You bugger off!" she hissed with her teeth bare, "I can kick you out of this tent easily, now tell me why Master reminds you of…whoever he reminds you of!"

"Fine, fine! I'll tell you, you brutish tomboy," he grunts, sitting on his back as Seras watches him like an owl. Leonard lifts his shoulders, letting out with a choke, "He…reminds me of…"

He gives out a tired breath, Seras listening intently as Quatermain was quite uncomfortable with this. Before she could tell him to never mind, Quatermain explains with a soft grave tone, "…His eyes, the way they go into you. He can see a man, he can see and understand a man without knowing them at all. Alucard has those eyes like a predator, always able to throw another predator off just by glaring at them with that awful grin of his just plain-old overkill."

He chuckles with a sad voice and finishes his story, "…My father had those eyes."

Seras doesn't break her concentration, looking right at him as he looks up, staring into the tarp with his eyes giving off a melancholic aura to it all. "…You really cared about him? Your father, I mean."

"Oh yes," sighs Leonard as he rustles in his bag lightly, saying to her, "he was my father, and a good one. I never knew till after his death how patient he was to my…addiction. He wanted to help…and I would run away, off to get my next high. All in all, I wish that I chose a different drug that meth of all things, probably the drink like my father or cocaine like my wretched grandfather…"

"But I chose that out of all things, and even for all the things I did to him, he still wanted to help me. He wanted his greatest hunting partner at his side, like when I was a child, when I was his son. I just wish I realized that, maybe I would've been more determined to save him when…"

He stops, with a lying chuckle and a soft shake of the head, "Bah…it doesn't matter, the Rex is as good as dead by tomorrow…"

Seras looks as he rolls to his side, facing away from her again, frowning lightly as she rolls to her back, looking up and saying to him, "…Goodnight, Quatermain…"

"Good morning, Quatermain!"

The young Quatermain groans as he wakes up, looking over and seeing his father, Roland Tembo, shaking his shoulder violently with a large rifle in hand. "Get up! Get up!" he shouts desperately, looking quite excited as Leonard gets up, feeling his father pat his back over and over.

"What is it!?" barked Quatermain with anger. However, that answer was given by the thunderous bellow in the distance. It sounded elephantine, but more vile and titanic as the ear drums sprang to action at its magnificent roar.

"The Rex, boy!" urged Roland, "Just above the forest clearing! I need you to bring the elephant gun! Hurry!" Quatermain did exactly as he said, getting up and grabbing a rifle along with an elephant gun resting against the tent, seeing his father run through the forest with his rifle clutched in his hands.

Leonard would be right behind him, chasing after his father for the last time, both hunters running to a dark vile beast that will be the end of the old hunter's father…

"Leonard? …Where are you?"

Quatermain would be the first to wake, loading his gun as the blue sky was overhead in the dark jungle forest. He knelt there as he loaded the rifle shots into his gun, his eyes drooping in tire. The old hunter could not help but yawn, an arm against his mouth and hearing rustling from his tent.

Seras poked her head from the opening, looking at the old hunter as he loads his gun with tired eyes at his kneeling posture, "…Up early, Leonard?"

"You're one to talk, vampire," grunts Quatermain, now grabbing his elephant gun, already loaded up and strapping it to his pack.

Seras pouts with a dark growl, "…Mhm, yeah…well, want me to wake the rest?"

"Do vampires even sleep?" he asks Seras with a turn of his head, still stuck on the subject pedantically.

"Yes, we do," she answered to Leonard, getting out of her tent and pressing down her skirt, "I'll go an wake them all then, but first, I'd like to hear how you plan on ambushing the Rex?"

"The valley grass will be able to have a bit of cover, there are rocks jutting from the area as well, that should help," he explains, getting up with his hand on the strap of his pack, "we sneak up to it and shoot the bugger down, and try to save up my Elephant Gun shells as long as possible. It isn't an elephant…obviously, so I need to aim perfectly to kill the behemoth."

"And if we don't kill it?" Seras brought attention to, watching as the hunter slid his arms through the loops of the straps.

With his backpack on, he turns to her and answers with a low growl, "Are you telling me a vampire is no match to a prehistoric animal?"

"No, but if it were to run away…" she went on.

"It won't run away, Seras," he barks in frustration, "a beast like that has no predators! It won't run away!" His voice shook as he finished with a sad crawl of the skin, "It can't run away…not again…"

"Quatermain…" she breathed out, shocked by his emotions, says to him, "…I need to know what happened to your father."

"…Why?" would be Leonard's response.

"Please, I want to know…" let out Seras, stepping closer cautiously as he stared at her with a defensive glare, "…I'm worried about you, I'm scared you'll do something…drastic."

Leonard's glare softened, his frown hidden by his beard as he looks down at the ground with a wave of melancholy slamming into his being. Seras would stand there patiently, letting him wait to say to her of the fateful hour of Roland Tembo's death.

"…Here it is…"

The two hunters would hide behind the rocks, crouching as Quatermain watched in awe at the titanic juggernaut stomping there, with every step of his gargantuan foot shaking the ground from his godly presence.

A large saurian beast the Tyrannosaurus was, a grand specimen despite how evolution proved how little it gave him. What he lacked in arms, which hung there with its fingers clutched together, it made up with its grand jaws filled with swords to tear and rip, able to crush rock and bone. The beasts powerful eyes scanned as it sniffed loudly, turning his head and trying to spy in the distance, prey for its salivating maw.

"What now?" whispered Leonard.

"Now…Now we wait, get his guard down," explained Tembo quietly, "don't make a sound, don't make a noise, just wait…just…wait…"

His father would hold two fingers up, both hunters staring down the buck as he clasped his jaws tightly. His concentration gone from what he thought was food, growling softly as the beast would sniff the air again.

Roland threw his fingers down, and in an instant, the sound of blasting bullets and his thunderous roar mixed with blood and smoke, both hunters blasting their rifles at him over and over as his green scales were painted red.

However, the Rex was not deterred or frightened, only enraged as it threw his blood-stained mouth around, ramming after the two. "Split up! Quick!" barked Roland, with the two splitting to opposite directions, still blasting at him with the rifles as it roared angrily at the two.

The Rex would set his gaze at the mastermind, against the father as he stomped angrily at him, Roland watching with wide eyes as he desperately placed more ammunition into the gun.

As he returned to shooting the beast square in his indestructible skull, with Quatermain blasting his side to a dripping red, Roland shouts, "The elephant gun! Hurry! Blast it with the elephant gun!"

Dropping his rifle, Quatermain tries to yank his pack off him as quick as possible, rummaging at the back of it to get the elephant gun free. As he snapped it free, he'd turn around just in time to see the most horrible thing he has ever truly seen. Leonard would see something worse than what he witnessed in New York, for his father's death was just a shout away.

Roland would try to back away swiftly, but this titan was apparently as fast as he was big, gaining at him as what came next was the sound of a snap, a crunch, and a scream. Tembo would roar out in pain as the beast would snap his jaws shut over his right arm, taking a nasty bite of his shoulder and ribs, sinking those dagger-like teeth into his body as blood would now gush from his father. Quatermain would stand there in horror, aiming the gun as Roland would stab the face of the dinosaur madly, trying to get free from such agonizing pain.

A sonic boom followed Quatermain's shot, forcing him to stumble back as his shot would pierce the bottom of the beast's gizzard and shoot through the other side. Roaring in pain, he'd drop Tembo, turning around and taking his arm with him as the Rex would charge into the forest. Quatermain would rush to his father, groaning as he tried to get air into his crushed lungs, bleeding profusely and spitting such crimson waters from his mouth and onto the tall grass.

Standing there, Quatermain would fire another gauge into the forest, stumbling again as that loud sonic blast would force him to fall in front of his dying father. Roland reaches out, clasping Leonard's shirt as the old hunter would look into his eyes in aghast, seeing them already starting to dim.

"Father…father…" he breathed nervously, reaching to him and helping him up as Roland cried out in agonizing pain. The old man was forced to his feet with one hand over his son's shoulder as Leonard began tearing up and trying to lead his father to the forests, desperate to get to the beach at the other side.

"Son…stop…" spat Roland weakly, "…leave me…leave me…"

"No! Shut up!" snapped Leonard, "I'm getting you to the boat! Hal and Roger have to be able to help! They have to!"

"It's over…" groans Roland, feeling his son lug him into the forest, with the trees over the both of them as the sound of rustling waves was not too far off. "Just leave me, son…leave me…it's alright…"

"I said shut up!" Leonard yells desperately, crying as he drags his dying father as his blood leaks onto his jacket, rambling on, "I won't let you die! You didn't die when the zeppelins attack, and you won't die now! I won't let it! I won't let you die!"

"He died…as you can…already imagine…"

Seras' hands clutched her mouth, staring at him with her eyes wet with empathy as he stands there, tapping his barrel on the dirt, frowning but not giving an emotion after a story like that, seemingly draining him.

"The wounds were too much…and he died," he continued, his eyes like a dog without his master, "I buried him on the beach, and came back to the world without the Rex, and after that horrible day, I ran off to Mexico and…stayed there until just a few months ago."

"Oh god…" she breaths, wiping her eyes, "…that's…"

"Terrible, I know," he sighs in tired depression, "…I hear it all the time from people I tell this story to."

Before she could say anything, Alucard would rise from the opening of his tent, facing the two as Nemo would follow him, resting her cap, stained with white man's blood. "Quatermain, lead us to the hunt," would be Alucard's greeting to the man.

Quatermain would chuckle and says to the vampire king, "Come…the hunt is not too far off." With that, he lead the two as Seras stood there, looking over at the group. She sucks her sadness from her heart, following the two as she swipes her rifle from the ground. The Police Girl would be next to both hunters, one of the dead and another of the living.

The group would be as silent as he was, staying close together as they approached the plains of grass. Leonard would stop, seeing the sight of his father's old rifle on the ground, covered in dirt and mud, broken in half and corroded by the time alone in this vile place.

Quatermain looks around, saying to his party, "Right…I think…this should be Rex hunting grounds, keep an eye out for it."

"It doesn't seem like a place for a predator like this to hunt in," said Nemo, looking around still cautious, "…Are you sure that one would be around here?"

"Of course, my father said a Rex Nest was found around here," he barked out, clutching his gun closely, darting his head around in desperation.

"Don't worry, old hunter," reassured Alucard, holding his hand out, "we're not leaving until your beast is dead."

"I know, I know," sighed Quatermain as he ruffles his hairs in agitation. He looks off at the distance, shaking his head as his party would wait for his orders. This bear of leadership was not accustomed to the old hunter, and it didn't help with him being in an island that had claimed his father.

"Have you gotten enough sleep, Quatermain?" asked Nemo, "You seem agitated."

"No, I'm fine, I'm fine…" he breaths tiredly, "I'm just anxious, that's all." Quatermain would sigh and turn to his group, saying, "Listen…I need to go over at the beach, I won't be long."

Alucard would watch as the old hunter trudges away, turning to his fledgling and saying to her, "Police Girl, follow him, we don't want him to be ambushed and devoured in this primeval island."

"Yes, master," she replied, nodding her head and running through the grass after him, seeing a faint figure stumble around the forest as the sounds of the waves on the sand would be more clear to her vampiric senses.

"Just lay here…I'll call the Hunts."

Leonard would rest his father's back on a tree, with the sounds of their beast roaring in the distance weakly as the two hunters. Roland Tembo breaths as best as he could with crushed ribs and a punctured lung, turning incredibly pale as he was losing blood greatly from his shredded side.

"Son…it's fine…" he breathed to Leonard, "…it's fine…"

"Stop that," said Leonard in a hushing tone, "I won't let you die here, father. Just hold on."

Leonard looks as his father looks up at him before Quatermain would rush to the speedboat on the shore, leaving his father there against the tree as he yanked the radio inside of the boat to him.

"Hello!? Hello!" he shouted into the radio, "Anyone there? Roger? Hal?"

No longer than his transmission, an older voice comes from the other side, calling back calmly yet with worry due to Leonard's desperation, "This is Hal, Quatermain. What happened?"

"Long story!" yelled back Quatermain, desperate for his help as quick as possible, "Look, I need you and Roger to get over here fast! My father is very badly injured! Hurry, I don't know how long he's got!"

"Alright, alright, Leonard," calmed Roger, understanding such emotion from this old hunter, "calm down! We're over at the western shore, we'll be there in no time."

"Thank you…thank you…" heavily panted Leonard, ending the call and setting the radio back in the speedboat. Quatermain would then rush from his boat, his feet swinging around with every step, running to his father as he slumps against the tree.

"Don't worry, father!" he cried out, falling on his knees and resting his hands on Roland's shoulders, "Roger and Hal are…"

His hands fall down to the sand, looking in morose dread to see that Roland Tembo has died. His eyes were pale, lifeless, with his mouth hanging there as blood trickles from his jaw and onto his shirt.

Already did he look like a corpse, the blood now gone made his skin pale and ghastly. Quatermain would look at the dead body with shock, kneeling there as he spoke without a word. Roland's body was like a ghost to him, it scared Quatermain.

He has seen multitudes of dead things, things he killed with his own hands. Leonard had even killed men, but not wantonly or without reason. However, seeing his own father's dead body was too much for the old hunter, for it was one death that he did not want to be a part of.

The Great White Hunter, broken and battered, would kneel at the beach, in front of a makeshift grave. A long stick jutting from the sand was used as a marker for the grave, with the long-rimmed hat jabbed with the stick to keep it placed on his father's grave.

His knees dug into the sand, with wind blowing against him as his arms hung there with his gun clutched in his hand.

As Quatermain would stare down at the grave, with his brow as heavy as a mountain and a frown that cracks ice, Seras would stand some distance behind him. Her hand rubbed the bandaged limb that replaced the one that was taken from her, looking down to gain the courage to say words to Leonard that were so terrorizing to her.

"…I know…how you feel," she said to him, "…I know you may have heard that before too, but I do…I honestly do…"

Without needing an answer, Seras walks closer to him, kneeling next to him and looks at the grave of Roland Tembo with Quatermain, she would tell him her story, "…I loved my father too…and my mother." Seras took a deep breath, feeling her stomach ache from agony, "When I was a child, my father was killed by criminals he opposed…my mother was murdered too…and what they did to her body was simply horrible."

She gulps, looking away with her eyes a deep sad blue, finishing, "I know you've heard tales like this, but I just wanted to make it clear, Quatermain…I understand if you-"

"Sorry," interrupted Leonard suddenly.

Seras looked over, blinking lightly before saying, "…Pardon?"

"Back in Seattle, I said that you wouldn't understand…because of what you were," he explained coldly, "I didn't know…I am sorry."

Seras smiles, saying, "No worries, Quatermain, I'm not holding a grudge."

The moment of clarity, however, was broken, by a sound that made Quatermain's blood boil with determination and a hunter's want. It was the sound of a great thunderous roar that shook trees and caused small creatures to run in terror. Quatermain would leap to his feet with the young vampiress as he clutched his rifle protectively.

Seras would follow Quatermain run through the forest with her hands on her rifle, passing by the ancient trees as he would then stop just behind the end of the forest. Leonard would quickly hide behind one of those trees, with Seras doing exactly as he did as they spied the Tyrannosaur in the middle of the grassland.

He was just as titanic as Quatermain remembered, even if this was not the same Rex. His scales were of a darker hue, a buck but an older buck. His side was scarred with claw marks that seemed to resemble the slashes of the Velociraptor. The large buck's teeth would jut from the top of his gigantic jaw.

The Rex would growl darkly as he stomped around, sniffing around for the familiar smell of meat in the long grass.

Quatermain would see two figures crouching behind the boulder in the distance, with the old hunter seeing the yellow circles of Alucard's glasses in the distance, keeping deathly quiet like a good hunter as the buck sniffs the grass.

Seras would turn to Quatermain, seeing him stare down at it before saying to her, "…Grab my elephant gun." She did as he said, sliding it off his pack and handing it to him quickly yet quietly. Leonard would set his rifle down, grabbing the tremendous relic and holding it close before whispering, "…It might get loud, Seras."

And then, with a tremendous thunder the gun would release a powerful blast onto the side of the Rex, causing a chain of shots to him as Alucard and Nemo would stand, shooting at the buck as he stomps and roars tremendously like the primordial titan he was.

Blood covered his scales as the Rex would snarl and stomp angrily, swinging his tail around and giving another blaring blast of breath as he shook the world with his voice. Another shot of the elephant gun speeds into his gut, creating a blast of blood as the buck would roar in pain again. Rifle bullets would slam into his body, not deep but painfully, with those bullets joined with the harpoons of Captain Nemo as they jut from his side.

As Quatermain rapidly attempted to load more shells, the Rex would angrily rush at Alucard, standing bravely and shooting the beast in the face before opening his jaws wide and snapping them on him.

Seras' shots were fixed into his face as the buck would chew and grind the flesh of the Vampire Lord, swinging his head around violently as Alucard's arm could be seen swinging around with the beast growling and trying to kill the No-Life King.

Sometimes when one is forced to relive a traumatic experience, they would freeze up at the sight of their past. However, when Quatermain was forced to do so, Leonard would simply feel the blood rush in him, making him more determined to kill the buck all the more.

As he chews, the old hunter would blast a shell into the side of the beast's face, with the beast's strong skull protecting him but shredding the skin and muscles to reveal the bone with the red seeping liquid running down his face.

It roars and lets Alucard drop into the ground, with his bloody shredded body flopping into the grass before receiving another critical blast to the neck of the Tyrannosaurus.

Trying to turn, a harpoon directly jabs into her eye, adding more to its pain with the Rex roaring blaringly with him swinging his head around clumsily through the long grass. More shots from both Nemo and Seras would slam into him, with the Rex growling glumly as the blood drips from his entire body. Somehow, seeing this animal bleeding to death, just like Roland Tembo, would fill Leonard with appeasement.

With the shots dying down, Seras lowering her gun as the Rex began stumbling weakly. Leonard raises his elephant gun just in case as he steps away, holding it at the buck. The Tyrannosaurus Rex growls before falling to his side, moving his head lightly up and down.

His breath would be weak and enervated, the Rex's eye getting more and more anemic as they darted around sluggishly at the hunters around him. The destructive and once-godly Tyrannosaurus Rex would take his last wheezy breath, blood seeping from his wounds and his maw fill with red teeth, then die after trying his best to survive.

Leonard would get closer, butting the end of his gun against the dinosaur's bloodied chin. Knowing a dead animal when he sees one, Nemo would walk carefully next to him as Seras would run to Alucard. "Master!" she cried out, rushing to the Alucard as she saw his bloody arm rise from the grass thinly.

The Count, however, would suddenly jut from the grass, him sliding up swiftly. He was a shredded and gory mess, but was not the least deterred by his injuries. As he walked past his surprised fledgling, he says, "Nice work, Police Girl, you helped bag us a tyrant."

"No help from you!" shouted out Quatermain as he saw Seras walk with her master to him and Nemo, "I mean, why didn't you use your bloody powers to kill the animal?"

"And what? Ruin your fun?" chuckled Alucard, standing up next to the corpse, smiling in awe as he pets the corpse with admiration. He continues as he looks down at the dead Rex, "Look at it? A beast of impossible strength, lost in time and resurrected in an era that he was not suppose to exist in…you should be proud to kill this prize."

"I'll contact my men," spoke out Nemo, "they will be here in no time and help drag this animal without damaging the corpse too much."

"Are they good at taxidermy?" asked Quatermain.

"I think my trophies spoke for themselves, Quatermain," answered Nemo, walking past him and holding her radio close to her lips, speaking to her men in Arabic with Alucard getting closer to the dead beast.

The No-Life King opens his mouth, showing his razor-sharp maw and instantly sinks his teeth into the scales with Quatermain looking down at him with slight disgust and saying, "I thought you vampires prefer human blood."

Breathing loudly, Alucard moves his lips from the monster's body with the dead Rex's blood dripping from his lips profusely. "…I like to try new and exotic cuisine, Quatermain."

"Apparently," scoffed Quatermain, rolling his eyes as Seras reaches into her own pack. She pulls out a camera and rushes to a rock, with the two hunters looking over and seeing her place it on the boulder.

"Captain! Come here! Stand in front of the Rex!" called out Seras, with Nemo looking back at her with a brow held up. She clicks her radio back on her belt, walking over to Alucard and Leonard as Seras setting the camera and then rushing back over to the two.

"Good idea," chuckled Leonard Quatermain, holding his gun against his shoulder, saying with a smile, "…I'd love to remember this for a long time."

The four League members would stand there, with the dead corpse nestled behind them all, staring out at the camera before it would capture their appearance and immortalize this for them, especially Quatermain…

Somewhere in the Indian Ocean

It was dark and red inside the submarine, the long black leviathan that was little to compare with the Nautilus would slowly move across the ocean depths with it sporting the symbol of Ingsoc as it swam through the ocean.

The more extravagant area of the submarine was home to the Detective, sitting in his red and black office with the robotic phantom sitting at his pitch black desk as he sits there with his hands against his brow.

The Detective's red-glass domed forehead would be apparent with his symbol of ignorance and fear draped behind him. A record player would play the hypnotic tune of Mozart's Molto Allegro, all as the Detective opens one of the drawers of the desk carefully.

He'd reach into it, pulling out the sepia photo of a tall and arrogant looking man, dressed like a proper man of the Victorian era and a green cape and a brown cap accompanying it. He'd stand at the dock overlooking the ocean and an oncoming storm with a cane in hand, staring at the camera with a raised brow, with a frown down from his angled chin.

Staring at the detective in the photo, the leader of the New Millennium would sigh and slouch looking at the photo before hearing someone enter his office. The Detective looks up, seeing Caligari stand there, nervous as he twiddles his fingers shamefully.

"…You wished to see me, sir?" he would shutter out.

"Yes, I did," spoke the Detective sternly, putting the photo that brought him back to his days as a man into its resting place, "I wish to talk to you about what happened with the Vampire. From what I gathered from the video I reviewed, it seemed that you were…willing to compromise quite a lot to bring her along."

"Ehhh, yes, yes I did," Hanko replied with a deep frown showing his many small teeth, "I am sorry, but I was smitten and-"

"Caligari," said the Detective, getting up and then saying to him, "I can't have you throwing away any plans I have just because some troglodyte turns your head."

"But it is more than that!" he whispered desperately, "I feel that she is the one! I can connect with her, I think that with my help I can save her and make her-"

"Caligari!" interrupted the Detective sternly, "Any more shenanigans like this, and it will be a grave mistake on your part. I said this before, I will not allow you to ruin Millennium's goal just because of your feelings for the lamprey. This must not register in an emotional level. Do I make myself clear?"

Hanko sighs and slumps in defeat, painfully nodding and saying, "Yes, Detective. I understand."

"Good," he responds strictly, then asking of him, "have you found a replacement for your last Cesare?"

"Oh yes," replied Caligari with his large smile returning, "A perfect specimen! Better than the last even!"

"Splendid," adds the Detective pleasantly, "and how far are we to our base in South Africa? Are the agents ready to strike Hellsing?"

"Mhm," Caligari responded with his lips smushed together, saying in a hushed tone, "Moreau said that they are all very prepared and ready, especially the Valentine fellow, but not the other vampire…who seemed quite morose."

"Another bloody sod-off like his dead girlfriend," he groans in distaste, "and what about the demon?"

Caligari smiles and chimes, "He can hardly wait!"

"Good, good!" chuckles the Detective, "If we hurry, we will be able to return to London, then off to get the Cavorite back from the pagans." With a twirl of his hand, saturating his own future success already, "With that, my old foe will be destroyed and I will rule London as the new Big Brother! Simply euphoric."

With a raise of a metallic finger, he then asks the calm and uplifted Caligari, "…Even with your insubordination, it wasn't all for not, was it?"

Caligari would smile in response, giving the Detective enough reason to fill his dark cold soul with joy and victory all too soon.

The Banana Slug: Yeppers, I have done it. That was the final chapter in the whole Jurassic Park arc. All I hope is that I didn't screw you over on the Raptor and Rex fight, I also hope I was able to pull some heart-strings, its okay if I don't…at least I tried…

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…Yeah…