Oh my God, I can't believe it's finally done. This was a lot of work and sometimes I thought I'd never get t done... when I finished the last sentences I was between laughing and crying, possibly both. It's been a good ride, guys, and that's thanks to you. Thanks for all the support and let me ask for feedback one last time.

You wanted a "What happened after", you get one. Enjoy.

Epilogue: Carry on wayward son

Düsseldorf, Germany, September 22nd, 2016, 8 am

They heard the whispers. How could they not? Everyone just passing by gave them bewildered glances. They didn't understand what was said but that was not necessary. A bunch of bloody and beaten clergymen and women, clad in what looked like strange uniforms, allegedly weapons in their helicopter, waiting in a hallway, as if they had just stumbled out of hell. Nobody dared to ask any details.

"That dagger was Drake's." Lisa slowly raised her head and looked at her brother.

"Uh-huh."

"Fitting."

"Yeah."

The conversation broke off again as they waited. The worst cases had gone in first. The Chaos Girls. Yumie had passed out seconds before the helicopter landed and Anderson had carried her inside while the paramedics took care of Heinkel.

Nobody knew any details, but everyone knew this little group came from the slaughterhouse London had become a few hours ago. Somebody had asked if the two girls had any family. Anderson had given them the number of Heinkel's parents. Since then they had been waiting in silence.

Time passed. Nobody talked or moved. The only thing left to do was praying.

A door opened further down the corridor.

"Next."

Lisa nudged her brother. He winced, startled out of a mixture of exhausted doze and thoughtfulness.

"You're off worst." Staggering, he came to his feet. The open door was to the right. From the left, he heard quick steps and vaguely made out a shape with long dark curls, clad in tight jeans and a leather jacket.

Lisa shoved him in the direction of the door. "Go."

"I'm the leader...", he mumbled. "I should..."

"You should get yourself fixed up. We'll handle this." He didn't have the strength to argue. Strangely, his steps felt quite secure as he walked to the door. But maybe that was all in his mind.

He was greeted by a tall woman with creamy dark skin and bright red hair. Strangely, she still looked good with it, even though it was clearly unnatural.

The woman made him take off the coat and thin jacket under it before he sat down. Now, after all this, he felt strangely vulnerable. The sword was stored away in the helicopter, awaiting his return.

The woman didn't speak, but her face remained a sympathetic smile while she brushed his hair out of the way, holding it back with a few clips. The strands were stiff from the dried blood by now, raining red flakes on the stretcher. He instinctively winced when they separated from the crust and new blood trickled over his cheek. The woman stepped back and scrutinized him for a few seconds. She got to be a doctor. She wasn't wearing a nurse's uniform, but tight trousers, a pretty blouse and high heels. The complete opposite of Millennium's very own surgeon.

"I'd say we take care of this first before this gets any more messy... or do your ribs hurt more?" Enrico looked into her dark eyes for a second, confused. He hadn't said anything yet. Then again, it was probably obvious. The pain was barely a faint whisper now, like an unasked house guest that was unpleasant, but didn't make too much of a mess.

He shrugged his shoulders. The woman sighed and started to clean up the blood around the cut. He ignored the stinging and avoided her gaze.

"I'll have to stitch that. You will probably get a scar, I'm afraid."

He didn't answer. That was basically the last thing he worried about right now. There was somebody shouting outside, in English with a slight Italian accent. Enrico tried not to listen. He was a damn coward for feeling like that, but he was glad he was in here, away from the reproaches and anger. Because he deserved every last bit of it.

He didn't pay a lot of attention when the doctor stitched up the wound. It didn't hurt a lot. The Pope dead, the Queen dead. They were almost even. Nobody really knew what happened in London and those who did might just shut up about it. Still, so many dead... Makube and the others would try to tear Section 13 apart. Him included.

"Can you tell me what happened to Heinkel?", the woman asked suddenly. Enrico blinked at her, but she had turned away, putting the bloody needle into a small metal cup. A few gears that had been out of order for the last few hours slowly began to spin again.

"...You're... Brenda, right?", he finally asked. "I thought your clinic was in Munich."

"I was on a seminar when you guys were announced. Heinkel told me a lot about you. You always sounded like a decent guy."

"Maybe."

Brenda shrugged and carried a few bandages to the small table next to the stretcher. "Come on, we gotta get an x-ray of your ribs before I do anything." It only took a few minutes until Brenda announced he was more or less okay.

"You cracked three ribs, one on the left and two on the right. Sit down, honey." Enrico blinked at her for a second, but then he remembered Brenda always gave nicknames to her patients. Heinkel had mentioned it a few times. He obeyed and she put on a tight bandage that managed what all the other injuries didn't accomplish: It snapped him out of the thick haze that had surrounded every thought so far. He hissed in pain.

"Now then, what happened?", Brenda asked again. "Heinkel's in the ICU with injuries that would have killed almost everyone, and nobody knows what's going on. Her best friend is off just as bad, and mumbling about someone that isn't there?"

"It's Yumiko... I don't think she made it."

Brenda didn't ask. That was a blessing. It was the first time she showed any sign of how upset she was. Her voice grew a small edge, refusing to quiver. "Did you accomplish what you wanted?"

Enrico almost laughed. "I guess."

"Was it worth the sacrifice?"

He looked her dead in the eyes. Sooner or later he had to face it. So why not now? "Hell no."

A few silent minutes later she released him and told him Lisa should come in, even if she wasn't actually injured.

When he stepped onto the corridor, he met blazing dark eyes framed by dark curls. The eyes were reddened and glistening with remains of tears.

"You!", Alessia spat. She rushed along the corridor with long strides and stopped centimeters from him. Lisa wanted to stop her, but it was already too late. "This is all your fault!"

Enrico had no answer to this. That didn't stop Alessia. "I swear to God, if my sister dies, you are going to regret it! Like... like Vicky." She clenched her fists and hissed, a pained, helpless sound of rage. "Was it worth it?"

Still Enrico didn't say anything. He just returned her gaze. That was all he could do. And it made Alessia even more angry. "This should never have happened. They shouldn't have been there." She spun and suddenly screamed: "It's all your Church's fault! Screw this! Screw your Church, and your Pope, and your God, and you!" And with that, she ran out, trying to get away before she started crying again. The Iscariots looked after her, speechless.

"She doesn't mean it," Enrico eventually said. "Lisa, Brenda wants to get a look at you."

Lisa nodded and went in. Enrico sat down and they waited again. She returned after a few minutes and silence resumed while Brenda went off to somewhere else.

Eventually, another doctor came along, an elderly man that reminded Enrico of Marco for some reason. The man cleared his throat and seemed to be unsure how to get his news out.

"Jus' say whit ye have tae say," Anderson said. He hadn't spoken since he had finished up the story of his battle with the kelpie.

The doctor looked them over. "Ze... Japanese lady, sister Yumie... she's stable and conscious. Ve could treat her injuries and she received multiple blood transfusions." He hesitated again. "I have no idea how one can survive such an injury such a long time." He saw their reaction, or the lack thereof, and continued, growing even more nervous.

"As to... Miss Wolfe is her name? She suffered a minor head wound, a fractured wrist and various sprains... Also, the... the accident snapped the lumbar vertebrae... She's having seizures of unknown origin. Let me be honest, her survival is very improbable. If... if she should make it, she will never be able to walk again. I'm sorry."

"Thought so," Anderson said quietly. He seemed startled by his words, as if he hadn't wanted to say them aloud.

The elderly doctor took the chance to get away. Whatever these poor people had been through, he didn't think he wanted to know. Some things were better left untouched.

It was white. The walls were white and the ground was white.

No. There were no walls. There wasn't even a real ground. She was walking, but it might as well have been on empty air. She could stomp down or try to touch it and not get a sensual impression of her surroundings. It was just blankness. Her steps didn't make a sound. Not even her clothes were rustling. The air was completely still, if it was air at all.

She had a body, that much was sure. She could see and feel it and her coat was black and violet and gold against the blank background. She was there. Hell, she even had her trusty guns in her holsters, the weight a comfortable reassurance. Everything else just wasn't. There was no sound, no smell, no feeling.

This should be the most disturbing experience ever.

It wasn't.

On the contrary, she felt good. There was a vague memory of blood and smoke and pain, but it seemed far away. Where was she walking to? She wasn't exactly sure. There was nothing to orient on, no sky, not even landmarks. Nothing. But she was going somewhere, she knew that without needing proof.

At such a distance, the figures should be barely more than shadows and shades in this blank world. But she could see them perfectly fine. They were both tall. The man had ashy blond hair, the woman was a few shades darker. She would have gray-green eyes while his were brown. The woman's voice was a bit raspy, like hers. He was a bit more soft-spoken.

She could already hear their voices. Words, stories, songs. She began to run.

They turned around when she was only a few paces away. Their faces had become a blur of memory and pictures on photo paper over the years but now it was all back.

"Mama, Papa!" Heinkel threw her arm around them. There was no cold awakening. No horrific twist. They were there and she was there. After so many years.

"Hannah, darling," her mother said and she sounded just like she always had when Heinkel was a child, still far away from danger and pain. The only times she saw blood was when she scraped her knees or scratched herself while trying to climb on the wide wooden beams in the attic. They laid their arms around her.

There was no indication how much time passed before Heinkel wiped her eyes, the information slowly settling in. Her parents. Her biological parents, the people she never really forgot. She had been a child, and had found a new family. But she never forgot.

"Are they good to you?", her dad asked.

Heinkel nodded and rested her cheek on his shoulder. He was still a tiny bit taller than her. "They're great. You'd like them."

Her parents looked at each other and smiled.

As much as she hated to do so, Heinkel took a step back and looked around. "Is this limbo? Am I dead?"

"Not exactly," another voice said.

She spun and felt her jaw drop. She wasn't sure who to look at first. Eventually, the blond boy wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. She just closed her eyes, back again at that damned airport, on that one day that should ruin her life for quite a while. And now she could run her hand through his hair again, and it felt just like back then.

It was the best feeling in the world. She hadn't even known how much she missed him.

"Chris..." He laid a finger on her lips, his eyes sparkling.

"Shht. It's okay. No need to cry."

Heinkel wiped her eyes. "I'm not!"

The others laughed. Chris ran the silver chain through his fingers, his other hand settling in the small of her back. "You kept it."

"Of course I did, moron," she mumbled. Her eyes found his again. "I should have told you. I should have made you stay."

He brushed her cheek. "No, love. Nothing of this is your fault." They had to separate, though Chris stayed close by.

Yumiko stepped up to her, timid as ever. The sight was sobering. "You didn't... how?", Heinkel asked.

But her old friend was smiling. "I did my part," Yumiko said. "This life was never for me. Yumie protected me all along. And I paid back my debt. There's no shame in it."

Heinkel shook her head. "No... but... but..." Her eyes wandered to the last person. The horrific mangle had once again turned into a girl, on her way to be a beautiful, strong woman. No blood, no pain, just a bright smile.

Heinkel wrapped her arms around Vicky. The next second her back hit the not-floor and she blinked up at her student. Vicky grinned. "Told you I'd get you some day."

She couldn't help it, she laughed. "Even now you're rubbing it into my face. Wow." Heinkel stood up and saw the shimmer in Vicky's eyes. She hugged the girl again and pulled Yumiko into her other arm.

"I'm sorry teacher," Vicky whispered. "I was so, so stupid."

The paladin sighed. "Whatever. As long as you're okay now." She closed her eyes. Practical measures. She stepped back, feeling Chris' hand close around hers.

"Where are we? If I'm not dead... is this a dream?"
"No," her mother said. "You're not dead. This is the verge or what you see as the verge."

Chris continued. "It's up to you, wolf girl. You can stay with us if you want. Leave behind the material world. That means you will die there."

"Or you go back," Yumiko added. She looked worried. "We can't guarantee for anything though. The regenerator serum has kept you alive so far, but your injuries were very bad. You might... have some issues."

Heinkel tried to remember the injuries she had sustained during the battle, but she could not remember any details. "Is this some kind of martyr's death? A one-time chance?"

Chris laughed. "God forbid, no. Even if you go back, we'll be waiting for you here. The dead don't care about time, love. It's all up to you."

Heinkel looked at them, every person she had loved and lost. Her parents. Chris. Vicky. Yumiko.

She wanted to stay. She wanted it so badly. To be with them again. She could forget all her rage, and pain, and grief. All the self-loathing and reproaches would become meaningless.

She took a deep breath and stepped back.

"I... I think the others need me." She didn't want to go. But she had to.

One last round of hugs. One last kiss. "I'll be back," she promised.

"Of course you will," her father said. His smile was serene. There was no reason it could not be.

Heinkel turned around and began to run into the direction she had come from. Before she changed her mind. There were things she needed to take care of.

Their voices followed her like a breeze. "Never forget we love you. We're very proud of you." Then their echoes died away and she was alone in the blankness. The white began to darken and faded into black. Before she could think of stopping, there was nothing.

The sun was shining brightly through the window right on her face. It would be a beautiful autumn day. She blinked into the light and cursed under her breath, still half asleep. Why didn't she close the curtains last night?

Yawning, she sat up. The motion caused her head to spin and she needed a while to gather herself and stretch. Her muscles were stiff and sore and it cracked in more places than she'd like.

"I'm getting old," she joked into the empty room. She pushed the covers back and swung her legs out of bed. Again, a sharp pang of pain, turning into a constant, dull burning, as if her legs had been asleep. Aside of that, she felt stuffy and dirty, although there was no apparent cause to it.

Taking in the clean clothes over the chair at the window, she stood up, holding on to the wall for a moment, and then trod into the shower. Half an hour later, clean and after a few glasses of water, things were looking up.

She made the bed and checked her pockets. Then she noticed something was off.

First thing: Her phone wasn't anywhere to be seen.

Second thing: Where the hell were her guns? She never left them anywhere if there was any other way. Never.

And last: Why was she here? Sure, it wasn't the first time she had slept in the orphanage after a mission, but...

Heinkel swayed a little and let her shoulder lean against the wall. The ache in her legs had vanished after the shower, except for an occasional tingling. There was something she forgot. Something that had been buried in her memory. And it was something important.

First things first. She needed to get her weapons if she wanted to feel calm again. The rooms of employees and guests were on the top floor, right under the roof of the old building. It was strangely quiet. The halls were deserted.

Well, it was the middle of the week, most of the kids should be in school. But it hadn't been that quiet in years.

Heinkel descended two staircases and then exited the building. She was craving for some sun right now, though the air was chilly on her face. It was a beautiful day. She could hear a clock striking eleven. Where was everybody? Not even the adults were here, organizing whatever came their way. Heinkel walked around the orphanage to the back sides. The thinning shades of the trees didn't cover the lawn yet. Here was one entrance to what very few knew of: The true center of Iscariot.

We work from the shadows, but we serve the light.

She grinned. It faded when she saw a rectangular black shape. That hadn't been here before. She walked over to the strange new addition in the back of this large garden.

There was a little podium of polished black stone. It was fresh. She could still see where it had been set into the earth, tearing apart the withering grass. On the podium rose the wall she had seen. It formed a soft curve, not yet a semi-circle, bending towards the visitor. Golden letters had been set into the stone, tiny and sturdy.

To the noble warriors of Iscariot, that fell in the Battle of London

September 22nd, 2016

There were rows of names. Many names. Pictures began to flood back, not a crushing tsunami, just seeping into her memory again. She ran her hand over the letters, feeling the edges. How long had this been in storage, just waiting for the words to be set in? Waiting for the names of those that didn't know they were dead.

Søren Kolbeck

Connor Davis

Victoria Caine

Issac Newton "Jonesy" Jones

Erik Charles Beauridge

Peter "Hannibal" Hopkins

Marco Renaldo

Mark Elliot

Nils Svensson

Angelo di Lorenzo

Abraham Blaire

Yumiko Takagi

Maxim Rodriguez

Stellan Henriksen

Luca di Salvo

The stone was icy under her fingers. She looked over the other columns, but there was nobody else that had been quite as close as those three names.

Heinkel turned around and walked back to the house, aiming for the secret base beyond. There was a chapel. It was really quiet here, but she needed to be somewhere else. She needed time to figure this out.

Marco died. Vicky died. Even Yumiko. At least Vicky and Yumiko had been there... In her dream. Was it just that? The dream of an injured warrior, fueled by her grief and rage and sorrow?

But Heinkel had always been a practical person. This whole train of thought brought up a completely different question: What day was it? How long had she been unconscious?

The room had looked pretty normal. People that were in a coma couldn't just stand up and walk around. The muscles deteriorated and tendons shortened.

Issues, huh? A temporary memory loss, obviously. But she didn't feel as bad as she probably should have, physically and emotionally. The meeting with her lost friends and family had put out the fire of rage and grief, replacing it with a dull sensation of missing something. Still...

The door was unlocked, which was strange. There was a digital clock right in the entrance hallway.

Sunday, September 25th, 2016

11:03 am

That explained why nobody was here. They were in Sunday Mass. So why was the door unlocked?

Her feet carried her through silent, soundproof rooms, across what everybody jokingly called "the nerd room", which meant the small computer center Enrico had begun to build up. Eventually, she stopped in front of the door. The chapel. Of course.

The room was small and lit only by candles. A soft buzzing indicated the vents were activated to carry the smoke outside. Dark wooden benches to each side, a modest altar.

There was one single figure kneeling in the front row, praying in silence. The ponytail was shimmering in the lights, making it impossible to determine the color. The person looked up when he heard the door close, and got to his feet. He moved like he was in pain. Still the broken ribs. It only had been three days, after all.

When Enrico saw her, he froze, his eyes widening in shock. There was a nasty wound under his left eye. When had that happened? For a moment Heinkel actually thought he would pass out.

"Hi," she said. That was the lamest thing she could have said, but a second later, her boss and leader stormed at her and she was pulled into a hug. That had to hurt like hell. Heinkel didn't move, too startled to do anything. Enrico was not the type for showing such an affection to anyone, with the exception of Lisa.

"Heinkel, how... when..." He stepped back and brushed the loose strands out of his face, a fidgety gesture of excitement and confusion. Another small change: He had always worn his hair long enough so he didn't have it hanging in his face when he wore a ponytail. But now the front strands were only chin-long. Heinkel could only guess it was an attempt to hide the unpleasant injury and the scar he would get.

"You were dying," he finally got out. "We brought you here because... because... God, they said even if you woke up you'd be paralyzed."

Heinkel blinked at him. Her injuries. Oh, right. Falling out of the damn zeppelin. "Well... I guess..."

The regenerator serum has kept you alive so far, but your injuries were very bad. You might... have some issues.

No issues so far. Did that mean she was a regenerator now? The thought came with mixed feelings. She had noticed nothing unusual on her body, no additional scars, no bruises. But that meant she would probably never get rid of those that were already there.

Her stomach growled audibly. To her own surprise, she blushed. A small smile spread over Enrico's face, a bit lopsided by the pain it probably caused.

"Can you wait a while longer? Alex is making his famous spaghetti for noon."

That was something she could live with. They sat down on the bench and Enrico gave her a quick rundown on what had happened, from when Anderson faced the vampire queen, Walter's sudden change of mind, to the end of the battle. The Major's death, his unexpected nature, their departure.

Now the oldest cardinals held the reigns in Rome, while in Britain another line of the royal family had taken over temporarily and was waiting for confirmation. A Catholic line. The Anglican Church still existed, but there were rumors going around about making it an independent religion, not the official British church.

Nobody really knew what the hell had happened in London, and the survivors didn't talk about it. Caitlyn Hellsing had been in Vatican custody, but had been released a day after, to help with rebuilding the political structures of a new London.

Heinkel had missed the ceremony at the new memorial stone. It had been held despite some of the paladins still hovering between life and death. No rest for anyone, wicked or good.

But the strangest thing was yet to come. Section 13 was celebrated as heroes. Well, not exactly celebrated, but they were looked upon with much less scorn than usual. Not even Makube and his Section VIII had been able to lay a finger on Iscariot. There were some open questions about the extermination of the crusaders, but in all the chaos, it had just been swept under a carpet of more important questions.

"And now everything is back to normal?", Heinkel asked. This was a lot of information to take in and the thought of everybody just going back to eating lunch here was... disturbing.

"Most that survived the battle without major injuries got a few days off," Enrico said. "Actually... Lisa and I will go to Canada for a while. The bureaucracy follows me there anyway, so..." He cleared his throat. "It just felt wrong to leave while you were... unconscious."

Heinkel had no clue what to say to something like that. It was definitely one of the sweetest things the chief had ever said, and that made this incredibly awkward. But she didn't have to, because the door was opened. Anderson did a double take when he saw her. Then a bone-crushing hug followed and she was scooped up bridal style. Lisa followed on his heels and Heinkel had to go through pretty much the same things she had already heard. It was cute, but really, really annoying.

One thing bothered her. Two things, actually.

"Father, can you please put me down? I can walk."

"No."

She blinked. Anderson carried her along the corridor to the main room of the base. "What?"

"Ah said No."

She looked at the Maxwell siblings for help and didn't get any. They just smiled and shook their heads. She sighed. Hell.

She wanted to ask about Yumie, but her partner already sat at the table. Her face displayed the same emotions she had seen three times already, but there was also a hint of satisfaction.

"I knew you would make it," Yumie said. Anderson sat Heinkel down right next to her and they hugged. There was a cane leaning on the table.

Yumie shrugged. "Everybody's exaggerating." She patted her stomach. The thick bandage pressed through the fabric of her dress.

"I know that feeling," Heinkel said with a glance to Anderson, who had gone to get the spaghetti. In a low voice, she said: "Yumiko's fine, you know? Vicky too."

Her partner's violet eyes darkened a few shades, but she nodded. So they sat and ate, a small group of friends.

Maybe, some things never changed after all.

New Hellsing Mansion, outside London, August 13th, 2027

The little girl spun when she heard their steps. The two vampires stopped. It was quiet in here, but still, usually people didn't hear them at all.

"Who are you?", the girl demanded. She had to be about eight or nine years old and wore a blue dress down to her ankles. Golden hair fell down on her shoulders, opposing a natural dark tan. Her bright blue eyes looked at them, but she didn't see them. The little girl was blind.

Walter frowned when he noticed Mira staring at the child.

What's wrong?

Mira shook her head, still flustered. It's her. Professor Abigail van Helsing.

"Who are you?", Walter asked back.

The girl snorted as if that question was a big offense. Her face remained almost unchanged. How should it? She had never seen facial expressions before.

"I am Abigail Hellsing, the future leader of the Hellsing organization! How did you get in here and what do you want?"

"My apologies, Lady Hellsing," Mira said and got down on one knee. "I didn't know... Is the current Lady here?"

The girl hesitated. Then something like understanding ran over her freckled face. Her blue eyes widened. "It's you! You're... I only heard stories..." She turned around and ran to the staircase. "MOM!"

There were already steps on the stairs. Caitlyn had not grown older, but more mature. Back then, she had always looked like a child in her parent's clothes, but now she was a grown woman, comfortable in her life. She jumped down the last few steps lightly and froze.

"Mom, are they... is that..."

"Mira, Walter," Caitlyn said, her voice completely flat with astonishment.

Now Walter bowed down as well with just the same smile she had always known. "Milady."

Vancouver International Airport, September 30th, 2016

The sky was full of clouds, heavy with rain, but it was still relatively warm. A single ray of sunlight hit the concrete of the landing strip just as they left the airplane. The roar of other planes starting or landing drowned everything else. Just another day on this aerial crossroad.

They walked down the gangway, just two more passengers. Not famous, not suspicious, not even particularly noticeable.

They were greeted by echoing voices, speaker announcements and myriads of steps. Their bags were among the first that came out and a few minutes later they saw two familiar faces at the exit. Lisa began to run, ignoring her brother's quiet curse. She fell into James Maxwell's arms. Enrico was more careful. Since that day before the battle, they hadn't spoken anymore. Many things were different now. The first news started going out.

Laura stroked his cheek, carefully avoiding the line of stitches, and smiled.

And suddenly one thing was sure.

Munich Airport, September 30th, 2016

Alessia squealed in delight when she saw them and almost took her sister off her feet.

"I told you, I'd be there," Heinkel said with a breathless laugh. Alessia nodded and took the bag out of Yumie's hand.

The paladin huffed, if only for formality's sake. "I can carry that!" Alessia shrugged her shoulders and led the way. Elena and Damien were already waiting.

They stopped in front of each other. "Hey," Heinkel said quietly.

"We're home."

Hehe ~ always been a sucker for good endings. Too cheesy? I actually knew it would end like this long ago, but now I want to know your opinion.

I planned out the Alternate Universe way past this point, with different poissible time lines. For example, in one Mira and Walter are back pretty soon. In another (I dreamed that; weird I know) Vicky isn't dead but comes back as a vampire and they try to find a cure for her. The Sword f Rapahael (Enrico's sword) also played a huge role in this headcanon, giving him on the long term some rather unnatural powers involving electricity. And as to Caitlyn, Britain too has some bioengineering programs going... who knows what it would be like to move the environment with our thoughts...

You see, I went way over the top there and sort of just stuck with it, because I'd never put it into a full-grown fanfic. There are some short stories, but most of them are way too random or crappy to upload.

This is probably gonna be my last Hellsing fic for now, unless I decide to translate my previous project into English. I'm sort of in a different fandom for now, not sure for how long.

Did I mention I'm working on my drawing skills? I made a little doodle for my version of Enrico; check out "Second chances" on deviantart; profile name Cedidit. (This site crushes any attempt at trying to include a link. Sorry.)

One last thing: It's been fun. I loved working on this and I loved to read your thoughts and comments. (Also, if anyone happens to find this way later than when I'm writing these lines, feel free to comment anyway. I'd be super happy!)

Once again, thanks for the ride guys and see you again.