A/N: Heya ppl, here is part one as promised. Now I am not too sure how good this chapter is, if anyone has some thoughts or ideas to make this better please share it with me. Oh and my other story True Feelings is going to be completely rewritten once I finish this one and I think I may even make a sequel for this one. Oh yeah, what do you think Integra's fate should be? Tell me in the reviews!

Disclaimer: I am making a non-profit fanfiction of Kouta Hirano's Hellsing. Only the plot and characters belong to me, Hellsing unfortunately does not. I have nothing against Russians either, so please no one take offense.

The silence was booming in everyone's ears, Anderson's threat hung in the air. The priest lunged at the elder vamire again, Alucard just flashed his nasty grin at the opposing priest. "Aren't you tired of repeating the same old threat every time you see me?" He drawled, laughing at the priest's outraged face as he stepped aside from his attack. He has never seen the pathetic regenerator look so confused, it was too priceless. Anderson managed to growl and tackled Alucard, taking him to the ground. He sat on top of the undead demon and placed the sharp edge of his blade against Alucard's white throat.

"I shall repeat it until you are burning in the deepest pits of Hell, filthy creature." He snarled, pressing the blade harder against his enemy's throat. The silver began to hiss as it made conatct with Alucard's skin but it didn't bother him at all. With a large insane grin and a mad, rumbling cackle he pulled out his 'Jackal' from the folds of his red coat.

"You will not lay a hand on either of my parents." A commanding voice declared from behind Anderson. Nick pushed past Seras, who was attempting to hold him back, and went to glare at the priest that was on top his Father, with every ounce of superiority he could muster. It appeared to be working because Anderson felt an overwhelming need to get away from Nick's towering form over him.

"You will not harm my Mother, Father, Auntie Integra or Uncle Walter in any way possible. If you hurt either of them, I swear, as God for my witness, I will make you suffer." Nicholas snarled, baring his teeth at the shocked priest. Overflowing with courage, Nicholas grabbed the collar of Anderson's coat and pulled him up at eye level.

"Do I make myself clear?" He growled fiercely and without waiting for an answer Nick shoved the priest back onto the floor and had pushed him off his father in the process. Anderson lay sprawled on the floor, oogling at the young kid. Normally he would've sliced this Hellsing kid into pieces for even daring to push him, but this whole situation just bedazzled him so much that he was too shocked to react properly.

"Why are you giving them family titles if you are Alucard's son?" He questioned, blinking in surprise. Nick's foul mood disappeared in mere seconds and once again, he was smiling cheerfully at the priest as he placed his hands on his hips.

"Oh. Well, I was adopted into Hellsing and I was raised by Seras, my Mother, to address Walter as Uncle Walter and Integra as Auntie Integra. They are my family." As he explained, Nick went to hug his vampiric mother to show his gratitude.

"Sweet baby Jesus." Anderson muttered quietly, dumbfounded. How does one react to this kind of thing? So Integra was never with child and her bloodsuckers became parents. Parents. The blond he had no trouble imagining as a mother. Despite her being a creature of the night, Anderson was sure she had some maternal instincts but. . . .

He glanced at Alucard who was watching him, only half curious. It just came to him; the images of Alucard reading bedtime stories to a little boy, telling him that there were no monsters in his closet, tucking him in at night.

The two vampires, Walter and Nicholas all watched Anderson closely. In their opinion, the priest was going through some kind of seizure because his face started twitching. Seras could almost swear she saw a smile tugging on the corners of his mouth. She sighed. When were things going to go back to normal? The last thing she needed to see was Paladin Alexander Anderson smiling like he was happy.

Said priest couldn't hold it in any longer, not with those images flashing through his mind. He just burst out laughing, mostly pointing at Alucard and spluttering nonsense. The Hellsing party just looked at each other, each had their eyebrows raised and Nick leaned over to his mother with his hand covering his mouth so that Anderson wouldn't see his lips moving.

"Is he always like this, Mom?" He whispered to his Mom's ear, eying the priest suspiciously. But Seras just shrugged "I dunno." And leaned over to Walter, covering her mouth with her small hand too.

"Walter, is Anderson always like this?" She repeated the question, looking at Walter with her elegant brows raised. This evening just keeps getting weirder and weirder for her. Walter thought for a moment and mimicked her shrug. "This is the first time I have ever seen a man laugh so hard at Alucard."

"Why do you think he started laughing?"

"Why else? He is not a stupid man, he most likely put two and two together and found the result," He shrugged again and waved at the priest, doubled over from laughing so much. "Hilarious." He finished with a small smile.

Alucard on the other hand was irritated. He never did take kindly to people laughing at him. Maybe it was because no one ever dared to in his years as a vampire. He glared at the still laughing man, pretty much glided over to him and roughly grabbed Anderson's broad shoulders and shook him.

"Listen Judas Priest." Alucard snarled as he pulled Anderson closer to him. "I don't want to know what you find so damn funny about raising a child. It wasn't a picnic for me. Now stop laughing and get serious. My Master is being held against her will by bloodsucking Russian bastards and I want her back." He paused as his face was mere inches away from Anderson's. Alucard glared daggers into Anderson's green irises.

"Now." He added with a deep throaty growl and tossed the blond priest onto the floor. Though Anderson was still chuckling, his mirth came to a still. He had not been fully briefed about the whole situation but if what the Hellsing pet vampire was true then it was his duty to--

"Hey don't you forget you're the one helping us, not vice versa." Nick suddenly spoke, seeing the scary look return to the priest's face. "I need at least one alive for some questioning."

"Protestant pig! You have no right to boss me around." Anderson spat angrily at the young Hellsing, but Nick was started to get pissed again and he had no time to deal with insolent Catholic priests. Not to mention that the priest just insulted him! How rude!

"Right now you are on my time, doing my mission, saving my Aunt. You better get used to my bossing you around, mister." Nicholas muttered coldly.

"Don't give me sass boy." Anderson glared but the Hellsing blond was ignoring it.

"Oh this isn't sass. I have direct orders from the Vatican telling that you are under my command and must as I say. So I say kiss a vampire then you bloody well kiss a frikin' vampire! Understood!?" Nick yelled, just like Integra would have if she had to deal with him. It was yet another surprise for Anderson. They just kept coming, slapping him in the face every time he let his guard down. This boy was more like Integra then The Iron Maiden herself. And to be truthful, dear Lord, this Hellsing kid was starting to scare the Hell out of him.

"Now, the night is wasting and we don't have much time."

"How old are you, boy?" Anderson asked again, still curious. Nick looked at the priest over his shoulder and reluctantly replied. "I am 17 and for the last time I am not a boy!"

"You still don't qualify as a ma--" Alucard began to say but was interrupted by a hand smacking onto his mouth to shut him up. He looked down at his fledgling, amused she would do such a thing.

"Master, be useful to him for once and don't say it." Seras whispered harshly at her Master. But upon seeing his eyes laughing at her, she sighed. "Please?" She added, hoping maybe that would help. Her hand was removed from his mouth by his own, but he still held it near his mouth, daring to even kiss one finger before letting go. Fortunately, no one noticed this tender gesture. The smoldering heat in his eyes were making her want to shake all over, sending tingling pressure from the fingertip he had kissed down through every single nerve of her body. She could stayed lost in his eyes forever but she struggled not to allow it. She had a mission to do.

Anderson grumbled unhappily as he followed the Hellsing group futher into the mansion and finally into the Library. He did not want to help these heathens at all, but if the Vatican has allowed for this Nick to order him around like some lapdog, what choice did he have other than to obey? Walter, the two vampire pets and Nicholas were already seated at the round table when Anderson entered the room.

The table was buried in old newspaper clippings with pictures of Russia and Moscow and books about the royal russian bloodlines, most were about the Romanov dynasty.

"Listen everyone." Nicholas said, looking everyone straight into their eyes as he began to explain his plans. "Mother and Father will meet us at the hotel. Be discreet, make sure they do not sense your presence. I want you to scout out the area." He said, nodding at Seras and Alucard. "Walter, we will need transportation so I want you to get the first one that is available."

"No problem, sir."

"Since Mother and Father are our most valuable weapons, I think it would be wise to hold them back. This is our order." He took in a deep breath, he hoped that his plan would not fail. Nick pointed at Seras first. "Mom, you will be behind us. I need a sharp eye taking care of our backs and make sure we won't get ambushed." Next he pointed to Walter. "Walter, you will be covering our left flank. Your wires will be very useful at attacking our enemy from long range."

"Mr. Alexander!" He barked out the priest's name when he saw the man looking sour and pissed. Anderson jumped slightly from hearing his name and looked at the Hellsing kid with a lifted eyebrow. Nick continued. "You will be covering our right flank and helping Seras with the back. You got a problem with that?"

"I don't want to help that bloodsucking beast--"

"Do you have a problem with helping my mother, Alexander?" Nicholas repeated, glaring at the man in front of him. Anderson clenched his teeth and his eye twitched but he sighed and answered him through gritted teeth. "No I do not." How humiliating. Nick nodded and then finally looked at his Father, looking bored out of his mind. "Father, you and I will be the frontal attack."

"Why do you two get all the action?" Anderson mumbled childishly. Nicholas gave an exhausted glance at the priest. This guy is Vatican's ace vampire hunter?

"We don't. I want our formation to rotate counter clock-wise when I say so. We may encounter obstacles that require different talents. Not to mention that our constant rotating will confuse the enemy. They wouldn't know who to attack first."

He paused and pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyes closed. They knew he was going to come, they're baiting him out, those Russian vampires. He didn't think he had trained enough, using his vampire abilities will be hard but without them he is useless. He felt Walter place a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Nicholas nodded. This was it, the finale. He was coming to rescue Auntie Integra and Priscilla from these evil bastards or not come back at all. He inhaled deeply, trying to calm his mind, to prepare himself. It was working to an extent but he still felt pressure. Nick looked at Walter and without words the old butler nodded and left, only to return moments later with a laptop in his hands. He placed it onto the table, amidst the papers and books. There was a beep, typing and a click and Walter spun the laptop around for the others to see. It was a 3-D map of a building.

"Now after some digging I've managed to acquire the map of our kidnapers."

Nick stood behind the laptop and began to point to several places on the screen. "This is the front, back and side entrances. I don't want to just barge in and strom the place without knowing what dangers lie ahead. This is where Mom's Police knowledge comes in. You know the procedures right, Mom?"

Seras nodded. "Of course. Scout the area with infrared during the night or using an x-ray gun by day to determine how dangerous the threat is from a safe distance."

"That's cowardly." Alucard scoffed, looking rather bored. Seras narrowed her eyes angrily at her Master but said nothing. Nick pretended not to hear anything. "Right but since there are only two humans and three of us, there isn't much of a need for infrared or x-ray guns. I want you to go ahead first to secure the area before we come in. Father will secure the back and left side entrances and first floor," He pointed to said places on the screen. "And Mom, you will secure the right entrance, second and third floor."

Nick lightly tapped the mouse and the map on the screen rotated and grew smaller until it showed how the building looked like from the inside.

"As you can see, the hotel has 8 floors. Once Father and Mom take care of the first three, we shall meet in this corridor on the fourth floor and continue from there."

The room was heavy with silence and the air was stuffy. It was so hot in the room, it was slightly hard to breathe. There was pressure on everyone, an enormous weight pushing down on their shoulders. But they listened as Nicholas explained his battle plan intently, it was their only hope of pulling off this mission.

Alucard tuned out his foster-son's droning voice as he explained who will do what on which floor and where and when. It was all nonesense to him. Well, mostly. He was rather impressed with how cool Nicholas was acting, handling this situation calmly and with a clear mind and good logic. Maybe he wasn't a useless runt after all.

Meanwhile, in the underground 'dungeons', for lack of a better word, of the hotel Dmitri had taken over, his two twin daughters were watching over their two prisoners. Ayanna was leaning against the stone wall with one foot propped against it and her arms crossed over her ample bosom while her sister sat on the blanket she had put on the ground and polished her sword and gun. Ayanna didn't look very happy playing 'Babysitter' while Dementia was out hunting with their brother again. She always got the best fun.

They had placed their new hostage into a seperate cage that was connected to the other one with a set of iron bars dividing the space inside into two cages. Convinient and uncomfortable, exactly like a cage with iron bars should be.

Ayanna sniffed unapprovingly at the still unconcious form of the platnium blond. She did not like how this woman was beautiful despite being in a gray masculine business suit. And she did not appreciate how the woman's long hair spread out all over the ground, making it look like she slept on pale, shimmering gold. No, she did not like this woman at all.

"Jealous, are we Ayanna?" Her sister's teasing voice broke her brooding moment and made her glare at her. "Niet. I would not be jealous of such a low, ugly human female." She grumbled and stuck her nose up, slightly offended. Who would be jealous of the human woman's creamy skin, long eyelashes, long legs and perfectly-sized chest and goddess-like figure?

"Aha." Ayasha said quietly, smiling. "Just make sure to speak in English when she awakes. It is polite to show her hospitality."

"Hospitality, my ass! I ain't doin' no such thing!"

"Ayanna..." Ayasha sighed, shaking her head at her sister's cursing. So unlady-like.

Neither noticed that their new hostage was begining to stir as they continued their conversation.

Her head was pounding and she was not in a very friendly mood. Everything around her was black. She inhaled deeply only to start a coughing fit as something gritty irritated her throat. The ground she was on was hard, cold and dusty. Her coughing dod not cease and now she was having trouble breathing in between coughs. There were voices. Cold, vulgar, femineme. Women. Slowly she opened her eyes and found her vision blurry and fuzzy, she could barely make out the smudged shapes in front of her. Grey vertical lines. Bars.

Bars?!

"Ayanna, go get water please? The woman cannot breathe." She heard a girl'a voice say in perfect English. Then she heard the other voice scoff and grumble in English as well. "Isn't it good that this bitch is dyin', right? I'm not going to help her."

"Ayanna, get the water please?" The first voice repeated the question politely and then she heard dragging footsteps, a clunk and the sloshing of water. Her vision started to clear and she saw two girls standing in front of the cage she was in. They were twins. One had a very sour expression on her face and the other was smiling and holding out a cup of water through the bars.

"Ms. Integra Hellsing is it?" She asked kindly, smiling politely at the platnium blond. Integra stayed in her place, gloved hand over mouth as her hacking continued. Her throat felt dry and she was begining to feel thristy but she wasn't really going to trust this girl holding the water. Hadn't the other one said that they wanted her dead anyways?

"And what if it was?" She rasped, cold glacial eyes bore into the swirling red-ish black depths of the other girl. Ayasha only responded with another smile, showing a bit of fang this time.

"Here is some water to help soothe your coughing, Ms. Hellsing." Hse nudged the cup of water further in front of Integra and the icy blonde obliged by taking the liquid and downing it in one gulp. It did soothe her throat and she felt a little better but that did not change anything for her.

"If you are to hold me in captivity, you will adress me as Sir Hellsing. At least show me one of you has been brought up with manners." She informed them stiffly, glaring at the one who had given her the water. Integra heard the other girl scoff haughtily.

"Sis, I ain't liking the way she's talkin' to us."

"She is our captive and a very important English noble, Ayanna. She is inclined to have a few demands, after all." Ayasha said, her smile frozen in place. Integra rasied her brow questioning the girl's intentions. Why was she being so nice and civilized if she is her kidnapper. "As you wish Sir Hellsing." Ayasha said, bowing her head in respect shortly

"Now hear this, vampires." Integra began, straightening her tie and cross pin. "Whatever you plan on doing to me, I suggest you give it another thought. My agents will come for me and kill you." She said cooly, completely nonchalant with her threat. The girl who had given her the water replaced her sweet smile with a disturbing grin. A very toothy, smug and malicious grin.

"Your agents will not even get into the hotel. They will be dead before they leave Hellsing."

"You know little about my employees." Integra replied, smirking at the two girls in front of her. "Mark my words, by the time they walk in here everyone else will be piles of ash."

"Your people are slow and stupid, they ain't even that good." The other, Ayana growled, flashing her own evil smile at the icy blonde. The glares the girls gave her did not phase the Hellsing, she merely shrugged as she rumaged trough her suit coat and pulled out her silver cigar case.

"Oh on the contrary." Integra chuckled, placing a cigar in her mouth and ligting it. "They are the best." She finished as she exhaled the grey smoke into the twins' faces. Ayasha coughed and Ayanna gave Integra a snarl, pulled the blonde's hair and slammed her head into the iron bars. Integra looked up at the angry Russian girl still holding her by her hair and smiled a slow, smug smile.

"If they find a scratch on me, you will suffer a very painful and slow death." She whispered, glaring coldly at the twin. Ayanna's upper lip curled back as she bared her teeth and was about to strike Integra again when a man's voice boomed deeply across the room.

"Ayanna, do not pester our guest." He said cooly, smiling a large welcoming smile. Both women turned to look at the man but only Ayanna bowed her head reluctantly and let go of Integra's hair.

"Da, Andrey..." She said, almost sadly as she moved away from the cage. Integra hissed threatenly as she watched her kidnapper walk up to the cage she resided in. But it seemed like he was not alone. Without her glasses, Integra could see less clearly then before but she could see that this other person that accompanied him struggled and thrashed around violently.

"Let me go, you horrible beast! Let go!" A scared girl's voice shouted, angry and pleading. As they came closer Integra could see that she wore a maid's uniform and the Hellsing crest was on her chest. She evn recognized the curly hair, the green, vibrant eyes and Irish accent at once.

"Such foul words from such a pretty little mouth like yours. Tsk tsk." Andrey said mockingly and laughed. His laugh sent unpleasent chills down Integra's spine. It was, pure, cold evil. even Alucard, as mad as he was, did not possess such a trait. The tall Russian prince grabbed the chin of his prisoner and forced her to look at him as his head decsended down.

The girl squirmed, fat tears rolled off her cheeks as she closed her eyes, trying to block everything out. His cold, disgusting mouth attacked hers as he kissed her. She tried to move away, to avoid his dead lips desperately but nothing could be done. The man moved his mouth down to her neck and drank her blood. One of the twines whined but stayed silent as her borther father fed.

Once he was done, he dragged her now weak body and tossed her ruthlessly into the other side of the cage. The maid tumbled and hit the side of the cage next to Integra and the Hellsing leader even heard a sickening crunch of ribs being broken from her impact. Crawling to the bars separating her part of the cage, Integra reached over to lightly shake the girl.

"Miss O'Malley, are you alright?"

Her reply was a painful groan. Integra turned back to the front of the cage where the man stood. She narrowed her eyes and glared daggers as Andrey knelt down so his red eyes were on level with her cold blue ones. He was disgustingly handsome with his straight dark hair, his broad shoulders, his smouldering eyes and lithe figure. A true aristocrat.

"Dobri vecher, Sir Hellsing."

"You bastard." She said waspishly, glaring at Andrey with enormous loathing. All he did was chuckle at his captive's words. His blood burned hot inside him, he wanted her so badly and he intedned to have her. His long, white finger swyaed back and forth in front of Integra's eyes and he mockingly scolded her for her language, even though he found it rather lovely. He found her bad mouth so kissable, he wanted to ravage her mouth till it was bleeding.

He wanted to feel her struggling against him as he took her by force, feel her body twisting and turning from the burning sensation and pain as her virginity vanished. He wanted to make her belong to him Her hot skin would do wonders against his coldness, her blood would sing irresistable melodies to him, her neck was so inviting. Just the thought of taking her and hearing her scream was making his manhood grow and his mouth drool. But he couldn't help it, the blue fire in her icy eyes was beautiful, the growl she made was music to his ears. She wasn't helping much either. This creature, this human was the perfect bloodsucker. Cruel, vicious, commanding, strong, sexy.

"Now now, where were those manners you were talking about? You even lectured my sisters and called them impolite and ill-bred. Tsk tsk."

"Well one is." She replied stiffly, showing her dislike for the rude twin.

"Ah yes indeed." Andrey laughed quietly as he glanced at Ayanna over his shoulder. "She has a slight temper, takes after my mother."

Integra said nothing and the silence between them was pure tension. Andrey's eyes skimmed over Integra's body countless times, relishing in her beautiful tanned skin, her angry eyes and how they were alight with rage and the intent to kill, her pale colored eyebrows and her thick glossy mane of platnium blonde hair.

But he noticed a trail of dried blood coming from her forehead. His gaze followed the blood up to the wound staing her hair with the color of crimson and he noted how disgusting it looked in contrast with her hair. Grabbing the handkercheif from his breast pocket, Andrey slowly put his hand through the bars and wiped the blood away from her face.

Integra sat still, glaring at the man who had dared kidnap her from her own office. She was so furious she had become speechless. She wanted to put her hands through those stupid bars and strangle him, killing him again and again. Oh, how she would enjoy watching him struggle beneath her grasp. As she imagined the many ways she would kill the stupid vampire, she saw Andrey's hand go through the bar with a kandkercheif and gently wipe away at the blod flowing slowly from her wound.

Her heart skipped a sickening beat. The feel on his fingers against her skin sent a million jolts of delicious fire through every nerve of her body. The sheer surprise of this reaction was astonishing. Her whole body went stiff and she noticed his hand had paused at his cleaning. Had he felt it too? How ridiculous! What on Earth was that feeling? It actually scared her, she didn't know what it was, was it good or bad? What scared her more was that she wanted to feel it again, or more her body did. Curse it all to Hell! She can't afford to be attracted to this devil of the night! She refused to be something unholy and impure! Refused!

Coming slightly to her senses, she grabbed his hand harshly and pushed it away from her. "Keep your filthy hands off me." She snarled at Andrey, glaring at him even more. All the Russian prince did was smirk at her and took her hand out thr the bars and carefully placed the cloth into it. "Then you clean yourself up, Integra." And folded her fingers on top of the cloth, his own hand lingering there few seconds more before he retracted it.

Integra couldn't move her mouth to speak. She could still feel his fingers atop her own and it disgusted her. How could her body betray her to something like this and now of all times! She wasn't even sure if it was attarction or some strange drug they might've put in her water. Maybe, but she doubted for it to be likely. She would fight this and she would kill him once she got out of this stupid situation. She would rip off his head and cut out his heart herself.

Her muscles unfroze and she was able to move her mouth. she took the chance and spat into Andrey's face with relish. "It's Sir Integra to you, bastard!" She managed to say waspishly. But Andrey did nothing, he did not seem angry at all either. He merely wiped off her spit with the sleeve of his black uniform. "Spokoinoi Nochi Sir Integra." He said with a sigh, grabbed her hand lightly that was still through the bars and kissed her clenched knuckles softly.

Integra jumped back when his cold lips touched her skin, the same fire coursed through her body again. She had wrenched her hand from his grasp and stared at it as if it was burned to the bone. She glanced back at Andrey and saw him chuckle and leave. She watched him pass his two sisters and motion for one of them to follow him and of course she obliged.

Integra's reaction to his good night kiss was amusing. With his back turned, he smiled triumphantly to himself. She will be his soon, even the Vampire King Alucard cannot do anything about it. As he made his way to the exit, he passed Ayasha and Ayanna. He beckoned Ayanna to follow him as he left the large stadium-sized room. They were now in the narrow passage climbing up the spiral stone staircase when he turned around to face his sister. Ayanna immediately cowered underneath his fierce gaze. He grabbed her by the throat, lifting her up off the ground with ease. Ayanna tried to free herself but her brother was too strong.

"Brother...!!" She gasped, her eyes were wide and surprised at his violence. Andrey merely narrowed his eyes and his grip grew more tighter around her neck.

"You touch her again and I will not hesitate to kill you." He snarled ferociously, slamming her back into the stone wall behind her. He crushed her against it with his body, his angry face inches away from hers. He bared his fangs at her and hissed, lowering his mouth to her white neck. She screamed and struggled against his grasp.

"No! Brother please!" She begged trying to keep his fangs away from her neck. He stopped and lifted his head to look at his desperate sister.

"Please! I won't! I'm sorry!"

Letting go of her throat, she dropped to the ground with a thud. Ayanna coughed and spluttered, taking in large ammounts of air into her lungs though she didn't even need to breathe. Without helping her in any way, he continued up the stairs.

"Go back to your sister, Ayanna." He said softly and disappeared around the corner, leaving her alone. Using the wall to help herself up, Ayanna stood on wobbly legs, her other hand clutching her abused neck. She was sick of this abuse, this cruelty that was always directed towards her. She wanted no part in this battle no more. Not if her family will always pick on her. It was a crazy, suicidal idea and she wasn't sure if they would kill her or not but she'd do it. She was sick of this whole thing, they gave her no choice.

They had driven her to do nodded to herself. Yep, that was her excuse and if she were to die at least she knew that she did something of her own will and didn't follow stupid orders like some mindless puppet. Instead of going back to her sister as Andrey had ordered, Ayanna gathered some strength to open a black portal and stepped into it just barely, disappearing itno the blackness.

A moment later, she dropped onto the green grass of a large estate. Feeling all her strength had been recovered, she tumbled forwards to the front door of her Father's enemy Headquaters: Hellsing

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Dobri Vecher- Good evening

Spokoinoi Nochi- good Night

Special thanks to Nikkie and her cool husband for helping me with these few chapters concerning the rescue plans and to Luna-noya-na for the Russian words. You have helped make this story as wonderful and as exciting as did my writing it. Thank you sooo much!!