AN: FINALLY I'm back! I'm terribly sorry for being so late, there are no excuses I know. I had some kind of writer's block with this, like I knew where I was heading, but had to fill the gaps in between. So this chapter just didn't want to write itself like before. Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy it.

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Mark was sitting at his desk. He was thinking about the things happened in the last few hours. He held the medallion in his hands, that he got from his mother, who got from her mother and so on. It was in the family since who knows how long. The cold metal managed to clear his mind a bit. He had too many questions, and none was answered. What did that monster say, when it slaughtered his teammates? Why was he even alive? If Elita wasn't there, would he still be alive? Probably not.

After the monster escaped from the museum, Mark and Elita sat there hugging in other for long minutes. Then they just stood up, and supporting each other, walked out from the room. Mark just wanted to be as far away as possible from this god forsaken room.

He soon had to report to his superior, so he went right there after saying goodbye to Elita. She was taken away by one of the nurses that were taking care of the injured civilians. The whole facility was a big mess to be honest, but luckily the authorities were reacting fast. The police already began to analyze what happened. Mark was knocking on the door, and was let in only a second later.

"Report Lieutenant Mark!" - said the Captain who was sitting behind a big, white desk. However the desk's top was big, it didn't look gigantic, since most of the sides of the desk were missing, so the only thing that held it in the air was two curved metallic pillars. The man had gray hair from all the stress he was put under, but his eyes were still shining with youthness. He wore a simple green army outfit, no medals or any kind of fancy stuff.

"Yes, Sir!" -stood at attention Mark-" After we were alerted by the intruders, my team began to clear our floor from them. Everything went according to plan without any casualties until we went inside the B exhibition hall. We found the intruder dead inside, without his blood. Soon we were attacked by an unknown enemy, who killed all my teammates. She spared me for no known reason. Also Elita was present, when the enemy got me, and shot it with Gregor's handgun."

"You said she?"

"Yes Sir. It was a woman in her twenties. From what I saw Sir, I believe that she was a vampire."

"A vampire? How could a vampire slip into the Upper-City without me knowing it?"

"Sir, I believe that she got in within a coffin, that was shipped in not long ago."

"I see. And where is this vampire of yours now?"

"I believe she fell to her death after exiting through the wall of the hall."

"Through the wall?"

"Yes, she walked right through it."

"Don't bullshit me soldier. Now what I want from you, is go down, and retrieve what remained from her! For this task, you'll take one of the ground squads with you."

"Understood Sir!"

"You'll leave in an hour. Dismissed!"

And so Mark was sitting in his room thinking about where he fucked it up. Now he has to go down to that hell pit, to retrieve a woman who probably isn't more than a pile of blood and flesh. Then suddenly out of nowhere he heard a loud beep. It was his watch. It was time to go. He got up from where he sat, and walked to the door of his tiny flat. It was just a temporary home, since a great and lovely flat has been promised him when his trial finishes. It was only a few more months of active guarding of the Upper-City, then he and Elita can finally settle down here. With these thoughts he exited the room, and took his way to the departing hangar.

The corridors like always were swarmed with people going to somewhere very important of course. Like everything else in the Upper-City, these walls were mainly painted white of course with only a few guide lines of various colors breaking the clean look. As he walked past a big window, which was more like a designed hole in the wall, he looked out in the open. The immediate outside area was occupied by a big garden with flowers everywhere. It was illuminated by the numerous lamps floating above. In the background were the shadows of big skyscrapers reaching for the clean sky.

He finally arrived to the hangar, and walked through the gigantic door that was always open. They closed it only in emergency. A lot of people in work outfits were running around making all the flights ready for departure. Counter to most of the civilian planes, his flight wasn't heading to some other part of the Upper-City, but down. As he approached the, compared to the other planes tiny, troop carrier, he saw the rest of his team getting ready. All of them wore the high-tech suits and gadgets that were needed on the field. Their outfits were mainly black with various colored lining along the sutures. Each color resembled other roles in the team. The black cloth was build up from hexagon looking flakes. As Mark got closer he recognised the special goggles that were equipped with night vision, and heat vision.

"Sir!" - addressed him the closest soldier while saluting.

"At ease soldier." said Mark as a greeting.

"It's an honor to go on a mission with you Sir!"

"Yeah, yeah. Let's just get over with this okay."

"Yes, Sir!"

Soon they lifted from the ground and flew out through the big opening on the far wall. They began their descent to the Under-City. Mark thought he could see as the air became more and more dirtier around them.

They just landed on the streets that were lit by the lamps all around the town like always. Next to them not far away was a crater, probably the place where the girl banged into the ground. The door of the ship opened, and they jumped down on the street. As soon as they were out their vehicle lifted and flew back to where they came from.

As Mark looked around, he could see people stroll around the street, some of them stopped and stared at them. All the pedestrians had old clothing, no clever material or self-cleaning mechanisms. On the corner there was a fire lit in a barrel. Since the sun never lit the ground, it was usually very cold down here, so the people grabbed every possibility to warm themselves up.

The team walked to the crater in the ground and began checking it out, looking for any type of organic material. Since they didn't found any, they began to reconstruct the scenery before them, so they find out what happened and where the supposed-to-be-death woman is. Mark was standing at the edge of the crater looking over the work. Suddenly voices hit his ear.

"What are they doing here?"

"Something escaped again."

"Are they here for us?"

"I wish I would be one of them."

"Fucking bastards showing off their high-tech stuff..."

Mark couldn't blame them. These people were just simply poor and not evil. They were the unluckier part of the population, which didn't have a chance to get a better life. So these people hated the ones who got the chance to live up there. Up where he is going to live too soon.

"Sir, sadly we couldn't acquire any worthful information from the crash site." came the soldier to Mark with his report.

"In this case we expand our search area."

"Yes, Sir!" However as the soldier finished his sentence a loud explosion shook the ground around them out of the blue. Mark jerked up his head to catch the possible smoke, but he didn't see any dark smoke neither flames he expected, but flying debris and blood from a few blocks away. The top one of the houses was blown down.

Mark had his next destination.

"That can't be..." murmured Edward with disbelieve to himself.

"Why?" asked Seras halfway turning back. She was ready to leave this place. She holstered her borrowed weapon under her coat, however Edward didn't know where exactly.

"Because there is already a Seras Victoria."

"And?"

"And she is the strongest vampire since centuries. She is the No-Life Queen, and ruler of the Under-City."

"Is she?" chuckled Seras. - "In this case I want to meet with this vampire. It's not nice to steal ones title...Shall we go?"

"Where?"

"Well, obviously we can't stay here, and I want my old gun back too."

Edward still under shock turned around, and walked back into the living room. Seras wondered why, but after a few minutes he showed up again. Apparently he went back for his gear, because he was now standing in what looked like an armor of sorts, however it looked more like a diving suit. He also carried his pistol again, with that he had a staff on his back and a rifle in his hand.

"What about your hand?" asked Seras curious. Humans don't lose their arms, then don't even mention it.

"It'll grow back with time."

"Hm...what are you?"

"I already told you, a hunter."

"I mean what species?"

"Oh...I'm a mutant. I was originally a human, but my DNS was mixed with some reptile one. So now I can grow limbs back, but it takes a lot of time. At least two days."

"I see." said Seras, then walked out the door not even waiting for Edward to follow.

"So where are we heading?" asked Edward after he reached Seras on the street. She walked like she knew where she was heading, but in reality, she had no idea.

"I want to go to the old Hellsing mansion. Any idea where it is?"

"Yeah, it isn't too far away from here. There was a big excavation a few days ago, and even now it's pretty busy there. You sure we have to go there?"

"Yes, I'm." answered Seras without looking back.- "I have to get my handgun back. The Reaper."

"Uh...your gun has a name?..."

"It's not an ordinary gun you know."

They spent the rest of the trip in silence.

The mansion was lit up with gigantic reflectors, and it was locked down. Guards were patrolling around the facility with machine guns in hands. When Seras approached the main gate, where most of the big trucks were stationed, a man with yellow outfit came out to them.

"How may I help you Miss? As you can see this is a locked down area, no civils are allowed inside." said the man with strong accent.

"I'm searching for a handgun, that my family owned. It was stored in this mansion."

"Oh...I'm afraid Miss, that all the guns were taken away."

"I see." answered Seras with a small smile. "Can you maybe tell me who took them?"

"Yes. I think they are going to be prizes for the next tournament at the arena."

"Tournament?" asked Seras confused, then looked at Edward.

"There are regular tournaments for the inhuman species. They are very bloody usually."

"That's my place then." said Seras with a grin, then turned back to the man. "Can you maybe show us the way?"

"So you want to participate." spoke someone, who wasn't noticed till now. This man was wearing similar outfit that Alucard used to wear in Seras time. He even had the same hat, and was leaning against a wall only a few metres away from Seras.

"Sure." answered Seras while she crossed her arms.

"Come with me then." finished the conversation this fake Alucard, and began walking down the street.

"Guys, you don't use cars or what?..." sighed Seras.

The arena was built up like the old roman ones. The man guided them to a big wooden double door, which was missing one door. In the remaining empty place a desk was placed with a woman sitting behind it. On the table were papers, pens and other accounting tools. Of course the woman wasn't the only one waiting for gladiators, but there were two men, each of them twice as big as a normal human.

"These two are planning to fight tonight." said the man who escorted Seras and Edward here to the woman. She just nodded, then turned to Seras, while the man walked away, and soon disappeared.

"Okay, I'll need a name please."

"Seras."

"Oh, you have an interesting name!" smiled the woman revealing some fangs. Seras was disgusted from this thing in front of her, but didn't show any emotion, just smiled back. -"And you mister?"

"I'm not fighting thank you."

"Then you should wait in line for audience seats."

"He is helping me with getting ready."

"I see, then I'll write you as support up." nodded the woman.

"I'm Edward."

"Good, then...we are finished here."said the woman putting down the pen "If you die, then all your gear will be taken away and used as supply for other battles. Now please go to the barracks, just follow the route, it's impossible to miss."

"Thanks." answered Seras with maybe a bit too much edge in her voice. The woman looked a bit confused, but then just went back to her work. As Seras and Edward followed the route, which indeed impossible to miss, since all the other doors were locked, Seras turned slightly her head to Edward.

"Support ha?"

"Yeah, I have no intention being slaughtered by you."

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you know? These tournaments have always only one winner because all the other competitors get killed. So it's like a last man standing thing."

"I like it." smiled Seras a bit creepy.

They finally arrived to the barracks, which was a pretty big room, probably some kind of lecture hall. There were benches all around the room with people, mostly men, sitting on them. Neon lamps hanging from the top lit up the area just enough to see. It stinked from sweat and blood. Along the walls were weapon stacks displaying various melee weapons from blades through maces to big broad swords. All the usual medieval stuff. Even armor pieces were around the floor and on benches, some in so bad condition that one almost had less chance winning with them than without them.

"I guess no guns then?" asked Seras after looking around.

"Yeah, forgot to mention that."

"Nevermind, I'm quite good with swords too. Learned from an old friend." answered Seras with a nostalgic tone in her voice. Then she took her path to the nearest empty bench. Both of them sat down, and waited. After a few minutes Edward couldn't stand the silence anymore.

"So...aren't you going to get at least a weapon for yourself?"

"Nope, I have something better." said Seras and pulled out from under her coat a katana. It was as sharp as possible, in perfect condition. It's grip was mostly black with white cloth wrapped around it for better grasp.

"Whoa, where did you get that from?" asked Edward surprised, he even jumped a bit up.

"From my personal weapon locker." she smiled, then put it away again. Right when she did that, a young girl hopped down next to them. She was wearing a green tank top with long army leggings. She had sport shoes to that. She was smiling bright and broad at Seras and Edward.

"So you guys are new too here?" she asked

"Yeah. You too?" Seras answered returning the smile.

"Yep. First time in the arena! So excited!" she said while jumping a bit on the bench and widely gesturing with her hands. "Nice to meet with some friendly people finally. Most of the 'warriors' here are so grumpy. I'm Lucy by the way." and she offered a hand. Seras took it.

"I'm Seras, and this is here Edward." she said while shaking hands.- "Soo...you are fighting too I guess?"

"Yes. I even brought my own dagger!" said Lucy and brought out a small silver dagger from under her tank top. It was a plain simple weapon, probably worthless too, thought Seras. -"And what's up with you guys?" asked Lucy while looking first at Seras then at Edward.

"Oh I'm not fighting." answered Edward, speaking the first time since Lucy arrived.

"Why is that? You afraid of me?" Lucy asked with a smile.

"No, I just don't want my ass kicked by her." he pointed at Seras. Lucy raised one eyebrow and looked at Seras, who just shrugged.

"She doesn't look that strong..." Lucy said then to Edward.

"She is a woman after all." spoke a new voice from the bench in front of them. The voice belonged to a big werewolf, who was playing with his dagger. He obviously listened to the conversation.

"And you are a puppy." smiled at him Seras.

"WHAT?!" stood up furious the werewolf, ready to jump on Seras. She didn't move, just looked at him.

"You heard right, furball." said then Seras. If it would be possible, the werewolf would have exploded from anger right there. Luckily for him, before he could have done anything, a guard moved to them.

"Stop it, both of you. You'll have plenty opportunity to kill each other in the ring." said the soldier. The werewolf growled, but sat back to his place.

"You'll be the first one I kill, leech."

"I can't wait." smiled Seras at him.

"Wait you are a vampire too?" Lucy asked excited.

"I thought it's obvious...You know red eyes..." Seras gestured showing her eyes.

"Yeah, sorry...I'm pretty new to this undead thing you know."

"How come?"

"I was turned only about a year ago, maybe less."

"You got turned?" asked Edward suddenly.

"Yeah, I have no chips." whispered Lucy to them covering her mouth from the werewolf across from them.

"Finally good news." sighed Seras relieved. As she looked at Lucy, she saw that she is confused. "You know, I hate chipped ones."

"Oh..."

"So where is your master then?" Seras asked now curious about Lucy's story.

"He went missing a couple of months ago. I think he got captured by the sky-people."

"Sky-people?"

"You know, the ones living in the Upper-City...for some reason they like to capture the natural vampires, since there is so few of us."

"Hm..." hummed Seras, and closed her eyes.

"So...what do you guys want to get as a price if you win?"

"She wants her gun back." answered Edward instead of Seras

"Why?"

"What do you mean why?"

"I mean, you really want to spend that favor you get from mister Alucard on a gun?"

"Mister Alucard?" Seras popped her eyes open.

"Yes, that's the guy running this place. Why you know him?" asked Lucy curious.

"I don't think we are talking about the same person. The Alucard I know wouldn't run a place like this...i think..."

"And what do you want to get then Lucy?" asked Edward trying to avoid the awkward silence.

"I want to get my master back." at this Seras smiled. "What?"

"Nothing, it's nice to see, that there is still some loyalty remaining between master and fledgling."

"Yeah..."

"When do we start already?" asked Seras a bit frustrated. Just like it would have been a command, a guard came through a door with papers in his hand, and a microphone was given to him.

"Okay people. Those, whose name I say, please come with me." said the man, then began to read the notes on the papers.

After both Lucy and Seras heard their names, they got up and began walking to the soldier. The werewolf heard his name too, but Seras wasn't interested in remembering it, he will be dead anyway.

"Good luck!" said Edward

"Thanks sweety!" answered only Lucy

They walked through the door the soldier came in, and went down a corridor. After a little bit of walk, they could already hear the crowd. People screaming and yelling, being excited about the upcoming bloodshed. The corridor became more and more red colored from all the bloody bodies that were dragged down it. Lamps hanging above them illuminated the walls with an ill shade of yellow.

Finally they arrived the end of the corridor, and popped out into a much bigger room than any before. This ground was almost a square and could be called more like a pit, since it's walls ended far above their heads. As Seras looked up, she noticed that where the walls ended, there were fences and behind them was the yelling crowd. She saw bloodlust and aggression in their eyes. Above them metal pipes ran through the air, and buried themselves into the cement walls. From these pipes were hanging the lamps. Seras continued scanning the area above them, and noticed a podium, on it was a big chair with a guy sitting in it. He was wearing clothes like Alucard, he even had the sunglasses! Seras had to try really hard to suppress her laugh. After she managed this, she noticed the soldiers with guns aiming at them from behind the fences. They were there for the security obviously. While Seras examined the arena, all the participants came out from the tunnel, and were now standing around.

"Please spread out and wait for the start!" yelled the soldier that escorted them here. All of them did as they were told, and waited. The big doors behind them closed and locked loudly. Soon the man ,who wanted to be Alucard, rose and opened his mouth.

"Welcome everybody to this night's bloody entertainment!" he roared and the crowd roared back maniacally. -"Don't forget, there may only one remain! And now..ARE YOU READY?"

"YES!" the crowd yelled back

"Then let the massacre BEGIN!" he shouted while letting his arm fall to his side.

At this all the warriors roared up at the same time, well except Seras. She just looked around casually, searching for Lucy. She actually liked the girl, not only because she was more a vampire than those Freaks, but because she was cheering her up a bit. Seras finally spotted her on the other side of the arena fighting with a werewolf, luckily it looked like she knew what she was doing. Seras smiled, after all she might be able to enjoy this battle a little before she has to save her.

When she finished thinking, she felt a large body moving in her direction. As she turned around she saw the werewolf that she met before in the barracks. He looked furious and was glaring at her.

"You are finished, BITCH!" he yelled with a dagger his hand and dived at Seras. She didn't understand what's up with diving all the time with the wolves, but it just made her job a lot easier. Seras turned sideways to the wolf, and with that movement she lifted her hand which now gripped the katana. The wolf of course was surprised, since he was sure that Seras didn't have any weapon seconds ago. With the movement complete, Seras cut clean off the wolf's arm, that held the dagger, then just let him fly before her and land on the ground a few metres away. The crowd roared up at the sight of the first blood, they didn't expect any this soon. It usually took much longer for two opponents to kill each other.

The wolf cried out in pain, and began crawling towards his dagger.

"What's wrong wolfy boy?" Seras asked with a grin. She walked over to the wolf's arm, and picked it up. Then she stood not far from the werewolf's head and held out his lost arm in front of him. -"Need a hand?" she laughed loudly. The wolf only glared at him. -" Get yourself together, I'm not finished with you yet." said Seras coldly, then stepped over the wolf, and began walking towards a couple fighting. While she walked, she glanced towards Lucy again. She was bloody and panted heavily, but it looks like she finished off the wolf. Good, thought Seras.

The couple Seras was walking towards consisted of a huge man with a mace in his hand, while his enemy was a slender male who had a long small sword in his hand. The slender one was crouching halfways holding the dagger above his head, while the big male was striking him with his mace.

Seras stared at them for a few seconds, then launched herself at the big male. The man didn't even have time to react as Seras's katana went through his neck. Then with a graceful movement she pulled her katana through the side of his neck, with this half-way severing the man's head. The slim man's eyes widened as he saw that a woman just killed his opponent with ease. The big man dropped his mace, and just fell to the ground. He couldn't move since his spine was cut too. His blood created a small pool around his head. Seras was just standing there for a few seconds looking at the slim man, waiting for him to make a move. All the while with a grin.

The slim man then crouched even more, and with a quick movement tried to kick Seras in the jaw, but she saw his intent, and just turned sideways. The man's leg went past her face by centimetres. But Seras still didn't make any move. The man put down his hand, and with his balance in place again, backflipped and landed on his feet again. His eyes narrowed, and he crouched again. Seras was just staring at him with a hungry grin. She saw as her opponent suddenly started running to her. He held his dagger like a one-handed sword, he wanted to stab Seras in the stomach. Too bad Seras was quicker and with an upward swing cut his dagger holding arm off. Then before the man registered his lost, Seras ducked, and with a clean cut, severed his legs too. The slim man flew past above her, and landed somewhere behind Seras.

Then Seras gracefully stood up, not even looking behind herself, she knew that the man is dead. She looked for Lucy, and found her at the same exact place she fought previously. Her body was bloody, and obviously was really tired, just barely keeping her hands up in the air. A few bodies lay around her.

'She isn't that hopeless after all' Seras thought 'But she won't last any longer like this.' and so she began walking towards her. Whoever got in her way died quickly. The battle in the arena was about to finish, only a few other opponents remained, who were fighting each other. Seras saw that another of the remained wolves is preparing to attack Lucy, and she knew that she would have no chance. So Seras began walking a bit faster.

Lucy was standing, but her legs were shaking. She lost too much blood. As she managed to level her eyes up again, she saw that another enemy was creeping closer to her. 'Fuck, I'm going to die here...this is not fair!' she thought to herself. Somehow she managed to raise her hands up, so she might be able to block at least the first attack. The wolf didn't look any better than her, it was missing an arm. It roared, then tried to jump at her. Lucy braced herself for the impact and the inevitable death. But it never came.

"It isn't nice to attack the weak ones you know." said Seras who was standing between the wolf and Lucy. She didn't even have a scar on her clothes. When Lucy looked past Seras, she could see that the wolf was stuck up on Seras katana, which was pointing out from it's back. Seras held the werewolf with one hand casually a bit lifted off the floor, but then she grew bored she just lowered his hand a bit and tilted the katana downwards. The wolf slipped down to the ground with a loud splat. Seras made a wide motion, so all the blood was thrown off the sword, then she looked around. Only one more warrior was standing in the middle, who was looking at them now.

"Th...Thanks." was all Lucy could say. This drew Seras attention back to her, so she turned around. -"So are you going to kill me now?" Lucy asked tired, with a tone that sounded like she didn't care at all.

"No."

"But there can stay only one alive!"

"Says who?" asked Seras with a grin on her face. -"However, I would appreciate if I could borrow your dagger for a second." Lucy handed it to her without a question, she didn't need it anymore.

"Thanks." smiled Seras, then with a fluid movement she turned around and threw the dagger. It flew with deadly accuracy right through the last warrior's head, who was standing in the middle waiting for Seras to finish off Lucy. But the warrior just fell to the ground without having to worry about Seras, or anything anymore.

"And what n.." began Lucy talking, but Seras just turned around again, and punched her in the face! She hit her so hard, that Lucy passed out on the floor. With this done, she walked back to the middle of the arena, and faced the man on the podium. The crowd was silent since a few minutes now, everybody was concentrating really hard to remember every single event of this night, since this was the best show since a long time. Nobody spoke, first seconds,, then minutes passed, and Seras grew inpatient.

"The tournament is over." she said finally. For the first time the man in the chair spoke up.

"No it isn't. You are not the only one left alive in the arena. Finish her, then you are the winner."

"No."

"What?" he asked angrily.

"I won't finish her off. And now give me my price before I get angry."

"Oh, and what will you do, if you get angry?" he asked with a mocking tone and a wide smile.

"I'll go up there you piece of shit, then kill you and take what I came for in the first place." Seras smiled back. The soldiers raised their weapons immediately, and Seras heard the safety going off.

"Stop!" yelled the man again, then grinned at Seras. But his head stand in a way tilted to one side, that it was obvious he wasn't going to speak to her. "Lealia, go down and finish off this bitch." A young looking woman stepped out from behind his chair. She had short brown hair that hung neck long. She wore skin-tight army T-shirt and some jeans. Her stomach was partly visible from under her T-shirt. In her hand was a long staff with spikes on each end.

She walked down to the fences, and opened a till-now invisible door. After that she gratefully dropped into the arena. She stood up, and faced Seras without fear or doubt in her eyes, which were red.

"I'm sorry that I have to kill you, Miss." Lealia bowed before Seras.

"Same." said Seras with a honest smile, which Lealia returned.

"Lealia, hurry up already!" the man shouted to them.

"Shut up, garbage!" yelled Seras back.

"Hey, don't insult the Master!" Lealia said to her while she stepped a bit closer. Her eyes were filled with anger now. Seras looked at her with surprise.

"You actually like her, don't you?"

"Yes, he is my Master after all."

"Yes, but you are not forced to like your own master...I admire your loyalty."

"Hm..." hummed Lealia, and stood into a fighting position. Seras did the same and waited, but she didn't have to wait for too long. Lealia surprised her with her speed, as she ran towards her, and thrusted her staff towards Seras stomach. Luckily, she was still much slower than Seras.

"What?" asked surprised Lealia, when she saw that Seras was crouching on the end of her staff, and was grinning at her. Seras's katana was at her neck. Lealia was shocked, did she just lose against this woman? The crowd watched them in complete silence, their jaws were on the floor. They didn't even see Seras moving.

"Ah, this is disappointing..." sighed Seras "I'll give you another chance girl. But first let's see who you really are." and with that, she cut Lealia's cheek, who winced a bit. A bit of blood flowed out from the tiny wound, and down the sword. Then Seras lifted it to her mouth, and licked down the blood. While tasting it, she jumped back to the ground a few metres away from Lealia. Then Seras began chuckling. Everybody else looked at her confused.

"No way, no fucking way!" she bursted out into loud laugh. "I can't believe this! This is tooo good!" she laughed loud, almost maniacally.