Mission 7: The Beginning of the End

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Hellinsing

"So how in the hell are we supposed to get out of here without causing a huge fuss?"

Pip looked around the safe house they were staying. His eye twitched to see that the other three people were completely lax about the whole thing. Alucard was smiling creepily and sipping on a bottle of red wine while Seras and Harry were talking.

"Does anyone pay attention to me?"

CRASH!

Everyone turned around to see Alexander Anderson standing in the doorway. Alucard immediately jumped to his feet and smirked. Seras and Pip pulled out their guns while Harry pointed his wand straight at Anderson.

"ORAAAAAAA!"

The two titans smashed their fists against each other's faces. Both of them smiled before launching another punch. Alucard's fist hit Anderson's cheek while Anderson landed a solid uppercut against Alucard's stomach. Both of them took a step back and glared at each other.

"I've had enough of this Judaist Priest! Let's end this now!"

Alucard pulled out his handguns while Anderson pulled out two bayonets. Seras raised her gun and aimed it at Anderson. Anderson's eyes noticed Seras and threw a bayonet at Seras. Seras ducked and looked up to see a bayonet quivering on the wall, pinning a set of documents with the Vatican seal.

"The Vatican has a small private jet 13 kilometers from here. There's your release papers. My people and yours are expecting you back in Britain. Go take it and get the hell out of here before I decide to decapitate you again."

Harry chuckled. "Isn't it nice seeing old friends?"

"Salute!"

The major smiled at the soldiers all around him. A full battalion of soldiers, all of them in the prime of their life, ready to serve him. All of them part of the last executive order made by Hitler before WWII was over. One thousand men, newly recruited from all branches of the Nazi organization were drafted to this special battalion. All of them were soldiers of outstanding record, dedication to the Nazi cause, and willingness to show no mercy to the enemies of the Third Reich. They were subjected to numerous injections and became Hitler's dream army.

Order 666

The Last Battalion of Immortals. An army of men who will never die through natural means. An army bred to kill. An army that has no purpose except to kill.

This is Hitler's Revenge and at its head was the Major. A man with no qualms with any immoral action. He smiles in the face of death and his laugh echoes above the screams of pain.

The Major stopped as he was faced with three men. All of them were Nazi colonels. However, unlike him, they were mere shadows of their once proud selves, barely able to move their arms. Around them was a large contingent of bodyguards, all of them armed to the teeth.

The major smiled before a nearby bodyguard slammed the butt of his rifle against his temple. The major laid there while one of the colonels spoke.

"It's been over fifty years since Order 666 was created. Yet you stand here not a day older than when that order was given out. WHY ARE YOU STILL ALIVE?" the colonel roared. He stood to his feet and smashed his cane against the major's face.

"YOU STAND THERE NOT A DAY OLDER AND SMILING WHILE WE HAD TO SUFFER AT THE HANDS OF OUR ENEMIES. WE STOOD THERE PROUD OF OUR DEEDS AND FACED OUR ENEMIES WITH HONOR WHILE YOU RAN AND HID LIKE A COWARD. PRETENDING TO BE DEAD FOR FIFTY YEARS AND NOT EVEN ONCE THOUGHT ABOUT YOUR DUTY AS A SOLDIER!"

"EVEN MORE THAN THAT, WHY HAVEN'T YOU TURNED US INTO VAMPIRES?!"

A bullet clipped his ear, blowing off his eardrum. The colonel screamed before holding his wound. The Major smiled as he stood back up and faced the old colonels. Their eyes widened and quickly ordered their men to surround them. Behind the major, several individuals smirked at the quivering colonels. A woman with tattoos and a scythe laughed.

"Millenium has no time for old corpses such as you. We are the elite and the finest of the Nazi soldiers. Spending money and work on such a person like you would be a waste."

The Major strode closer to the colonels and smiled even wider. "My orders came straight from the Furher. As such they are beyond your questioning colonel."

All the soldiers behind the Major grinned as they aimed their guns at the colonels. The colonels eyes were wide open in fear while the Major's smile widened insanely.

"What…..What are you trying to accomplish? WHAT DO YOU PLAN TO ACCOMPLISH BY CONTROLLING 1000 VAMPIRES?!"

"My purpose? A purpose, hm," the Major mused. "To be able to enjoy the joys or war forever. And the war after. And after that."

"Kill them."

The soldiers around them broke formation and charged towards the bodyguards, empty handed and mouths wide open, displaying their fangs.

Over five hundred miles away in a villa on the Hellsing property, The Hellsing Organization and Vatican Section 13 were meeting along with the queen to discuss the reappearance of the Millenium Organization. Sir Hellsing inhaled deeply on her smoke, trying to control her temper. Across the table from her was Enrico Maxwell who was smiling in a condescending manner at her.

"Sir Hellsing, he hasn't arrived yet?"

"No your Majesty, he shall be here shortly."

The door opened to reveal Alucard, Seras, Harry, and Pip. Sir Hellsing smiled as Alucard bowed low.

"I have returned my master."

"Good work Alucard. Now remove your shades. You are in the presence of royalty."

Alucard flicked off his sunglasses and strode to where the queen was sitting. Her bodyguards tried to stop him but he shrugged them off easily. He faced the queen and smiled.

"It's been a long time vampire," the queen said.

"Already fifty years and you've already become queen," Alucard replied. The queen smiled and beckoned him to come closer.

"You look the same fifty years ago as you do today. I've become so old now and become a wrinkly old lady."

"You're as much a tomboy as you were fifty years ago, young lay. Now you are truly beautiful, my queen."

The queen smiled and gestured to Alucard to return back to Sir Hellsing's side.

A loud bang erupted within the room. All the guards pulled out their guns. Harry flicked out his wand in his right hand and in his left was the Goblin knife. Laughter filled the room as a young boy with cat ears strode out of the shadows carrying a screen. The boy impudently winked at the queen before lowering the screen onto the table.

"I'm a special envoy from Millenium and I have no intention of fighting."

"How did you get here?" Sir Hellsing commanded. "Walter?"

"Our defense was perfect. There is no feasible way he should have entered."

"Don't bother. I am everywhere and nowhere at the same time," the boy said cryptically. He smiled and turned to the queen. "Since everyone is here, I have a message to give to you straight from our commander, so please listen carefully."

He pointed the remote at the screen and pressed the power button. The screen didn't respond and after several more tries, the screen flickered to life and displayed static.

"Huh what's wrong? Nothing's showing?"

"The camera's working sir."

"Are you sure? Is the little red light on?"

"Yes sir."

"Warrant Officer Schuldinger, it's not showing up!"

The static gave way to an image of the smiling Major. The Major clapped his hands in delight.

"Ah now its working."

"NO PLEASE STOP IT!"

A human arm flew across the screen. Nearly everyone was horrified at the fact the Major giggled like a child.

"Major, looks like you've been having some fun there," Schuldinger said. "Was it too difficult."

The camera panned to show piles of corpses soaking in pool of there own blood. The corpses were ripped to pieces. Not one whole body could be seen. It was a gruesome pile of blood, organs, and blood. Corpses with their faces intact were shown to have an expression of pure horror. To top it all off, there were vampires just feasting on the blood, like monsters. Screams of the still living were overwhelmed by the snarls and roars of the vampiric soldiers.

"Oh it was nothing too hard. I do admit that I enjoyed this unexpected test run. Fifty years have been most kind to us," the Major said, obviously unconcerned at the inhumanity.

Alucard smirked as he stepped forward. "Its been a while Major."

"Oh gutentag Alucard! I'm delighted to see that you are well after all these years!" The Major then turned his gaze to Sir Hellsing. Sir Hellsing glared at the Major. "So you're the leader of the Hellsing Organization, Sir Integra Hellsing. Might I say it is a pleasure to meet you."

"What is your purpose?" Sir Hellsing demanded. "What is you goal for doing such inhumane things?"

The Major laughed before looking right at Integra.

"We have no purpose."

The whole hall exploded with noise as outraged advisors yelled at the bold statement. Maxwell and Hellsing just raised their eyebrows while Seras covered her mouth in horror.

"What the hell do you mean you have no purpose? So you attacked us for no reason at all?" an advisor demanded.

"SILENCE! I was not talking to you, foolish boy!" the Major snapped. His face reverted back to his happy-go-lucky expression. "I simply ignore the Machiavellian rule that everything has a purpose."

The camera changed angle to show a man tied up and gagged. His face was frozen into pure fright as behind the camera, soldiers were baring his teeth at him.

"To put it simply. There are those who are like us that simply enjoy violence."

Snap.

At the snap of the fingers, the soldiers leaped at the man and tore him to bits in front of the camera. Blood splattered everywhere and flesh flew in the air as the vampires fed on him. Everyone in the hall sat dumbstruck at the viciousness of the vampires and the callousness of the Major. Harry held Seras and looked at the screen with a stony expression. Pip's cigarette dropped from his mouth and he turned paler than a ghost. Harry noticed the man beside Maxwell give a small prayer.

"Do a good job of it. We don't need ghouls."

A soldier hooked the jaw of the man and ripped his head into two. The sprayed blood momentarily blinded the camera.

"You bastards have lost it," Maxwell said coldly. The Major smiled.

"You're one to talk, Leader of Vatican Section 13," the Major said. "Fortunately your God guarantees my madness. But what of your God? Just who guarantees the sanity of your God?"

"YOU BLASPHEMOUS HERETIC!"

"Just who do you think we are Maxwell? We are the elite of the Third Reich! Just how many people do you think we have killed. This is a group that has lived and breathed for the war and violence. Insane, you say this now?! It's a bit too late to say that."

"However, you're welcome to try and stop me. Unfortunately, however, my enemy is not you, so shut up. My enemy is not England, or the Knights of Hellsing," the Major said. "It is the man who is happily standing over there!"

Everyone turned to see Alucard bent over shaking. He slowly straightened to reveal a smile much like the one the Major had. It was insane happiness. Every looked on in horror to see Alucard laughing in pure happiness.

"KU KU KU KU KUHAH HA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"What tenacity. What a wonderful declaration of war. Very well, I'll destroy you as many times as you wish Major!"

"Of course. We are the ones who hold tenacity in high regard. We'll overturn worthless conclusions again and again."

Sir Hellsing breathed deeply into her cigar and slowly exhaled it.

"Harry, Alucard."

Schuldinger's eyes widened as he was dragged to the camera in a blink of an eye. He looked down to see a large knife carve into his chest before a hand emerged, clutching his heart. He looked in the camera in shock right before a bullet from Alucard blew his head up.

"My my, aren't we violent. Haven't you've heard the saying, don't shoot the messenger."

"Messenger? Give me a break," Sir Hellsing said. "Declarations of war? Absurd."

"You are nothing more than a group of terrorists. I've had enough of your nonsense. We will not acknowledge your existence. We are simply going to do our jobs."

The Major laughed. "You should hide your shaking fists fraulein."

Sir Hellsing glared and tightened her fists.

"I see this is a good, strong Master. I can see why Alucard would work hard for you," Major said softly. "Goodbye frualein. I look forward to seeing you on the battlefield. Auf Wiederset."

"SERAS!"

An enormous bullet turned the screen into little pieces. The hall became so quiet a pin drop could be heard.

"Sir Hellsing. Alucard."

All eyes turned to the queen.

"Destroy them. That is an order."

At the Millenium Organization, the Major and his two companions, Doctor and Captain were walking down the hall. The Major was still quivering in excitement at the thought of fight Alucard again.

"At last we have our audience's undivided attention again," the Doctor said.

"Doctor, Captain, once I start my dance, I dance to the bitter end."

"And enjoy it to the fullest Major," the Doctor said. The Major nodded and pressed a button. A large door opened to reveal the Major's room. It was a large open area. All on the walls were screens that showed the map of Europe. The occupants of the room turned around and saluted the Major. A whirring noise was heard and an armchair lowered down. Warrant Officer Schuldinger smiled as he looked at the Major from the armchair.

"Major, in the time it took you to walk down one little hallway, I went to England, had my heart ripped out and my head shot off, and came back. Perhaps its time for you to go on a diet," he said cheekily. The Major chuckled.

"Maybe, but I'd rather not."

The Doctor roughly pulled Schuldinger off his seat. He glared at the impudent boy.

"Show some respect you brat."

"It's alright Doctor. Warrant Officer Schuldinger has successfully completed his mission."

Schuldinger chuckled while the Doctor growled in frustration. The Major smiled and pressed a button.

"Now, let's get this show on the road, shall we?"

In an abandoned forest, birds began flying as a secret hangar opened up. Loud bangs and the whirring of helicopters filled the air. Within several moments, several large zeppelins adorned with the marks of Nazi Germany began to float out of the sky. In the lead was clearly the flagship, a huge red zepplin nearly twice the size of any of the zeppelins near it.

"This is a message to all units from our commander of the Lost Battalion. We are heading to Heart of England to once again dominate the skies of Britain once again!"

"Send out the beacon, our signal of defiance displaying our return to the mortal world!"

Over the English Channel, a helicopter began to fly around the English aircraft carrier, the HMS Eagle. Inside the ship, a sailor raised the alarm to the deck officer. Before the officer could give out his command, the captain of the ship stopped him. He smiled and bared his fangs at the officer before ripping him apart to pieces. The sailors looked at the captain in horror. The door banged open to reveal another sailor smiling maniacally with blood dripping from his teeth. Soon the Eagle was filled with screams as the vampires on board quickly ripped apart all the sailors on board, splattering the hulls and windows of the ship with blood and gore.

The helicopter soon landed and a woman in a suit carrying a musket hopped out of it. She smiled at the captain and two sailors on deck.

"Welcome to the Eagle, Lt. Rip Van Winkle. The ship is fully stocked and ready for any mission. The ship and the crew are at Millenium's command."

"Well captain, tell me, how does it feel like to be a vampire, kill your crew, create a mutiny, and commit high treason on the sea all in one night?" the woman said in a silky whispering voice. None of the sailors responded. "I see. How about damning your men to become ghouls, doomed to walk the earth as rotting pieces of flesh?"

"Excellent work!" she said in a happy voice. "Millenium is happy to have go getters such as yourself on our team. Ah, we couldn't have done this without you."

The captain grinned awkwardly as the woman loaded her gun.

"Now the only thing left for you dirty limey is to die!" She fired her gun at the sailors. The captain managed to jump away but his two compatriots weren't so lucky. They were killed as the musket ball magically ripped its way through them, shredding their body like a piece of swiss cheese.

"Impossible, I only heard one shot!" The captain glared at the woman who was calmly loading her musket again. "The bitch set us up!"

"Good! Now remember my name, Rip Van Winkle, as you burn in hell!" She aimed her gun and the bullet flew off and shredded the captain's body into pieces.

Inside the helicopter, boxes began to open up revealing several squads of vampire soldiers. They marched out of the helicopter and saluted Rip Van Winkle.

"Oh you're up! Well I decided to christen our ship but I was about to run out of paint. This makes it look much better, don't you think?"

A Nazi swastika was painted in blood on the Eagle's deck.

"Much more homier, don't you think?"

She turned to the troops behind her. "The Atlantic Navy of the Third Reich flagship Adler is now commencing operations!"

Harry smirked as several large trucks began pulling into the Hellsing Manor. He had several squads of soldiers move the crates into the armory under strict orders not to unpack the crates. However word did spread throughout the Hellsing Manor and soon Alucard, Walter, and Sir Hellsing came down to armory to see what Harry had bought now.

"Harry, what have you bought now? Does your vault ever empty," Sir Hellsing said. Harry shrugged.

"Well the House of Potter has several investments in many places. However I diverted a lot of them to military companies since I began to work here. So plenty of places owe me favors," Harry said. "Anyway, this will be very useful judging by the message we got."

Harry used a crowbar and opened a crate. He removed the straw and pulled out a large crate. He laid the crate on the ground and opened it. Alucard chuckled in dark amusement when he saw the weapon.

"Harry, you amuse me greatly."

"What is that monstrosity?" Walter asked. Sir Hellsing silently agreed. In Harry's hands was an automatic rifle. It was around 2 ½ feet long and had a laser sight mounted on the barrel. However, underneath the barrel was a chainsaw bayonet. Harry laughed as he hid a button near the trigger and the chainsaw roared to life.

"This is what I call, The Lancer Assault Weapon," Harry said. "It's a fully automatic rifle with a .45 caliber bullet. It has low recoil compared to most weapons at 800 rounds a minute; it has enough speed and power to shred through flesh. However its melee capabilities make it extremely useful as the chainsaw can cut through ghouls and cause severe damage to vampires with its carbon-silver blade."

Harry also pulled out a magazine. "Each magazine holds 50 rounds. Plenty enough to mow down ghouls and vampires alike. The only trade off is that it weighs around 11.5 pounds, heavier than most guns. However with the armor I got, it won't be a problem."

Harry opened up another crate. This time he pulled out a chest plate. It was pure black with glowing strips on the back. The armor quickly changed to his size, fitting snugly around Harry. Sir Hellsing noticed that the chest plate had intricate runes all over.

"This is the new armor. It is tougher than most bulletproof vest and light enough to run around it. On the back are magnetic strips that can carry two guns at the same time without impeding legs. The leg armor also has a thigh strip so that a sidearm can be carried with ease. In addition, the runes on the armor will amplify strength and speed by around 1.5 times the normal human being as to get an edge against the odds we are about to face," Harry explained. "The helmet has radio, night vision, radar, and light capabilities. Also the whole thing is powered by a hyper-efficient battery that runs on stored energy and kinetic energy. As long as a soldier is moving, the battery won't run out."

"Walter, make sure the men are fitted with these as soon as possible. I assume you have enough for everyone?" Sir Hellsing asked. Harry nodded. "Then make sure you are here to explain the feature. I do not want my men to be injured because of that chainsaw."

"Yes ma'am."

Five minutes later, Major Roberts and Pip Bernadette came out of the armory decked out in the new Hellsing Armor, very pleased with the armor. Major Roberts placed the helmet on and examined the new equipment like a small child.

"Harry, this thing must have cost a fortune," Major Roberts said. "Kevlar woven layer with steel plates underneath and titanium outside. Not to mention radar and night vision along with radio capabilities."

"All of this will be extremely helpful in fighting in the dark in the middle of the city against vampires," Pip said appreciatively. He pulled out a .45 Kriss submachine gun and strapped it on his leg. On his back were an AA-12 and a Lancer. Roberts also had a Lancer but placed an M32 grenade launcher on his back. Both men looked fully prepared to fight any vampire and have a chance at winning.

For the wizards and goblins, he had a crate filled with necessary potions and equipment needed. Explosive potions, flashbang potions, Silver nitric acid, and many other things. The goblins were especially happy with the upgrades their armor received.

"Walter, Furguson, I want you two to gather all the men once they are equipped into the main hall at 1700 hours. I want to have a word with them about what we will be facing in the near future," Sir Hellsing said. "They need to know that soon we'll be facing the largest war the Hellsing Organization will have ever fought in."

"Yes ma'am, they shall be there," Commander Furguson said. He strode off while Walter looked at Sir Hellsing.

"Ma'am, do you think its wise to for the men to know?"

"Yes Walter, I do."

Walter bowed and strode off leaving Sir Hellsing to ponder over the future.

Father Alexander Anderson sighed as he reached into his coat and pulled out a satellite phone. He quickly punched in a number and looked around as he waited for the phone to pick up. Behind him, the street was littered with the bodies of the men he had just slain. He looked up when he reached Maxwell.

"Anderson? Have you eliminated them?" Leo Maxwell asked.

"Yes sir and I bled information from them like a stuck pig," Anderson said. "Millenium agents had tried to ambush me four times since I've arrived here."

"They have informants all over the world. South America, Great Britain, the Vatican are some of the places they have infiltrated. Stay on your guard Anderson and do not underestimate the resourcefulness of some of these scum!"

"So now, the question we have to ask ourselves is, what is Millenium's goal?" Anderson asked. Soft chuckles were heard from the speaker.

"They have set their sights on Hellsing and Alucard."

"Imagine that. It's all going exactly as planned," Anderson said, a bit of humor in his voice. "You must be pleased."

"Quite pleased. However, there's something special about this situation."

"Well maybe you should have shown a little backbone. That pudgy little bastard called our Lord a madman," Anderson growled.

"He's not the least bit interested in us," Maxwell replied. "He is focusing all of his attention in England. With that said, I thought actions will speak louder than words."

"Ah I see. So you're going to prepare a surprise attack?"

"Exactly!" Maxwell said. "When the dust is settled, we will be the ones standing with our fists raised to the sky. His Holiness the Pope issued a mobilization order some time ago."

"The Knights of Malta, Knights of St. Johann, Knights of the Hospital Saint George, Knights of the Lance as well as the Swiss Mercenaries are headed this way," Maxwell listed, delighted. "Matai, the third Holy Relic Administration Bureau have started moving their anti-vampire equipment while the Fallen Orders of Exorcists have also come under my command."

"Hehehe, you're like a crusader."

"Right but of course our enemy is not Allah. This time the enemy is MARS!" Maxwell snarled. "We'll pile their corpses on the ramparts and on the streets and build monuments out of them."

"Anderson, you are our trump card, our Joker. Return by any means necessary."

"In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit," Anderson said.

"AMEN!"

Anderson turned around to see Millenium agents aim their guns at him. Anderson smirked and began to walk forward towards them.

"You think you can harm me with those toys?"

The men opened fire on him but their bullets easily bounced off Anderson, not making more than a scratch on him. Anderson threw a barrage of bayonets, skewering the men before they even knew they were dead. Anderson laughed darkly at the shocked expressions on the fresh corpses.

"You bitches know well the taste of our divine punishment!"

Sir Hellsing inhaled deeply on her cigar. She examined the men before her. Soldiers, mercenaries, wizards, and goblins were all standing together as equals. Beside her were Alucard and Walter, her most faithful servants. Near them were Harry, Seras, Pip, Kova, Wrathbone, Furguson, and Major Roberts waiting on her words. Sir Hellsing sighed and stood up.

"Gentlemen, I am not one for inspirational speeches or charismatic words meant to drive you into a testosterone driven frenzy. No. I am here to say what needs to be said to you. I will be frank and blunt in the hopes you understand what needs to be done."

"We are on the eve of a war with an enemy superior to us in everyway. They are stronger, faster, more agile, and most of all, merciless. We are facing a battalion of vampires, all of them veterans of WWII and plenty of experience. They are more bloodthirsty than any human can hope to be. Let me say this. The odds are stacked against us gentlemen. We have faced vampires time and time again. This is our greatest obstacle. Many of us are likely not going to survive, including myself."

There were large amount of whispers in the crowd. Sir Hellsing patiently waited until the soldiers quieted down.

"We are an unknown group. Our deaths are simply marked in books and unmarked graves. We are given no acknowledgement despite the work we do. That is unfair and unjust. However, I do not care for that. What I care for is the fact that every moment I spend fighting these monsters are another moment that an innocent child can sleep peacefully, unafraid of the night. Every comrade dead is a family saved from the horrors of the night."

"So men, many of you have families, blissfully unaware of the work you do. Think of them when you go to face these vampires. Draw on the happiness and the love for them as a light against this darkness. Face them without fear or regret and be the knights that we are!"

"WE ARE THE KNIGHTS OF THE HELLSING ORGANIZATION! WE WILL FIGHT TO THE LAST MAN TO DEFEND ENGLAND! WE WILL NEVER SURRENDER AND WE WILL NEVER FALTER! THIS IS OUR OATH AND WE WILL NEVER GO BACK ON IT!"

"HELLSING! HELLSING! HELLSING! HELLSING! HELLSING! HELLSING!"

Sir Hellsing turned away from the cheering soldiers and saw the looks of admiration from her peers and advisors. Alucard grinned and bowed lower than ever before. Harry and Seras followed suit and soon every person in the room bowed to Sir Hellsing.

"You are truly my master," Alucard said. "My orders?"

"And mine," Harry said.

"Same here," Seras murmured. Pip nodded as well.

"My liege," Wrathbone said.

"You command sir?" Major Roberts asked.

"Need only your word," Kova said.

Sir Hellsing smirked and lit a cigar. She inhaled deeply before facing them.

"Destroy Millenium by any means possible. Execute all of them and make sure they are all sent to the deepest part of Hell!"

"As you command, my MASTER!"

Alucard's dark laughter rose above the cheers of the soldiers, chilling yet inspiring the soldiers of the Hellsing Organization.

Out in the English Channel, several soldiers checked the equipment on board the Eagle. To their satisfaction, much of the equipment was in tip top shape, if a bit stained from last night's events.

"Checking One, Two, Three."

"Sir, Radar Control is good."

"Motion Control is good."

"Nearly 23 percent of the soldiers are outfitted."

"What about the ghouls? They're trapped in the ship's hold."

"Leave them, they'd only be in the way," the officer on board said. "What about Lt. Rip Van. Where is she?"

"Out on the deck taking an afternoon nap sir." The soldier pointed out to the deck where a large yellow parasol was set up. The officer chuckled.

"I'm jealous. We'll probably never be able to bask in the sun afain. Although we gained a lot we also lost a great amount. We can't enjoy the simple peaceful things like walking the park or swim in the beach. We're members of a group of monsters. Although we're only rookies to them, they are war demons."

Out on the deck, Rip Van Winkle giggled and looked at the alarm clock near her. She sighed and rubbed a smudge off her beloved musket.

"36 hours and 35 minutes left," she mused. "Aaah, I can't wait. Hurry agent."

In the halls of London's military installation, frantic voices were heard from behind the solid doors of the command station ever since the takeover of the Eagle by Millenium. No one had any rest as the base was kept on full alert since last night.

"Have the spy planes reported yet the analyzation of the information satellite photos?"

"The Intelligence Department has nothing to report!"

"Order the Fleet in Polden Harbor to move out! It's urgent!"

Footsteps echoed as Sir Hellsing and Walter strode down the halls. Sir Hellsing pushed open the doors and stared at the hectic station of Command station. All over the place, aides and employees were contacting and searching for any clues to who had the courage to take over the Eagle. None of them had the slightest clue what the real situation was.

"The Royal State Religion Knights of the Hellsin Organization have come on orders from Her Majesty," Sir Hellsing said. A grizzled man stood up and eyed Sir Hellsing.

"Oh you've come Sir Integra."

The other officers and aids stood up in outrage of Sir Hellsing's statement.

"General, I hope you aren't planning to have them help us?"

"This is a matter concerning the country's safety. How can you allow suspicious people like them to sit with us?"

"This is under our, the Navy's jurisdiction."

"This is not the time for someone like you to come out. GO HOME!"

Sir Hellsing chuckled and sat in an officer's chair, astonishing everyone with her crass. She calmly too a cigar and stuck it in her mouth.

"I could go home if you would like, but would you really want me to."

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!"

"Wait."

All eyes were on the lead officer. He nodded. "Please sit with us Sir Hellsing."

"………..What is the current situation General Penwood?"

"18 hourse ago, a new imperial aircraft carrier that was in the middle of practice maneuvers in the English Channel. The Eagle reported that an unidentified helicopter was approaching. That was the last we heard from it. At the moment it is staying in one place on the English Channel some 300 kilometers off the bay. Originally we were to deal with it. However, these are satellite photos that were sent a few hours ago. Take a look."

Sir Hellsing and Walter glared as the photos were posted on the screens.

"This is not our category. It is an insane affair."

A Nazi swastika was painted in blood, boldly proclaiming who was responsible.

"Millenium, the Last Battalion."

"RIDICULOUS!"

"Vampires? Nazi remnants? Don't fuck around! We don't have any times to listen to your stupidity."

"General, you as well. You can't be serious!"

"It's more likely to be a mutiny or a rebellion."

"I don't know how much her Majesty trusts you but you're greatly mistaken if you think you have special privileges everywhere. Stay out of this," one officer demanded. He cowered when Sir Hellsing glared at him with hate in her eyes.

"Very well, I would like to see your skills."

"Tell them of the situation," General Penwood ordered.

"Yes sir. Since right after the incident, we have been trying to contact them but There was no response whatsoever. We sent many spy planes but there were no reactions whatsoever. It's as if it were an unmanned ship. A ghost ship," a man said. "However, the latest information shows a lone human shadow on deck with a parasol."

"In order to gain control of the situation, two small SAS platoons are currently closing in via helicopters. They should have control of the ship in no time."

Sir Hellsing inhaled deeply into her cigar before speaking.

"General, I pity those soldiers. You've done nothing more than send in 30 lumps of meat. They will be annihilated.

A helicopter exploded as soon as she finished.

"General! We're under attack and none of the ship's guns have fired."

"Captain, is that a musket ball?"

"Huh? AAAURGH!"

BOOM!

The helicopter exploded into flames and crashed into the ocean. The control station burst into activity as they tried to assess the damage. However, both helicopters were blown to smithereens and fell into the ocean. Sir Hellsing sighed as she stared at the photograph and turned to General Penwood.

"So General, what is your choice going to be?"

General Penwood sighed. "I hand control of this base to the Hellsing Organization. Do with it as you see fit."

Sir Hellsing smirked and strode away from the hall with Walter close behind her. She sighed and inhaled her cigar.

"What do you think Walter?"

"A good decoy. The more time passes the more it goes in their way."

"But we can't leave it alone. It's too dangerous to leave alone."

"They will not attack on their own but we cannot ignore them. Move closer and they attack. This war is a ceremonius demonstration of their power."

"The ocean is both a rampart and infinitely wide moat. And the magic bullets, there is nothing that can get close to them," Sir Hellsing mused. "But they cannot escape. Vampires are unable to swim thatnks to the purifying nature of water. The question is, how do we get Alucard, Seras, or Harry onto that steel fortress?"

"Extra-large warship?"

"No ma'am, it'll take to long to stock and to prepare."

"A high speed boat."

"It would be shot to pieces before it getting in range."

"A jet?"

"The ship has the latest anti-aircraft ordinances on board ma'am."

"How about apparition?"

"Harry would need to go solo then. Vampires cannot apparate and Alucard's shadow teleportation is hampered by the ocean. Also, it takes more energy than Harry could spare."

"Portkey?"

"It takes too much energy."

A dark chuckle interrupted their thoughts as their shadow glowed red. Soon hand appeared and with all the smoothness of smoke, Alucard appeared. He smiled at the pair.

"So all we need is a way for me to get on deck without interference of the guns, missiles and that magic bullet," Alucard said.

"That's impossible," Sir Hellsing said.

"No it isn't but there is one piece of equipment fast and stealthy enough to get through. However there is only one in the world."

Alucard grinned in the dark, eager for blood.

(I am required by fanfiction rules to warn you. LEMONS! Now we resume your regularly scheduled reading.)

At the Hellsing Manor, Harry was in his quarters tuning up his gear for the upcoming battles. He blackened his equipment removing any shine on the equipment. He used grease to lube up the Lancer chainsaw so they would rotate as fast as possible. He loaded up his trusty AA-12 shotgun with the necessary rounds needed to blasts through waves of ghouls and vampires alike. In his pack were cases of ammo, bandages and medical kits, flares, and of course magical gear. Underneath his arm bracer was a steel wand holster. Harry sighed as he zipped up his bag.

"Harry?"

Harry turned around to see Seras enter his room nervously. He smiled and turned his chair towards her.

"Hey Seras, how are you?"

Harry gasped as Seras hugged him. He stood up and rubbed her back gently as to comfort her.

"What's wrong Seras?"

"Soon we're going into a battle that's going to engulf all of London," Seras whispered. "I know I'm a vampire but…"

"Tell me Seras. I'm not going to laugh."

"I'm scared. Will I live through this? Also will we be able to survive this?" Seras asked. "Tomorrow or sooner we might not be alive anymore."

"Seras, let me tell you this. I promise you, I will do everything in my power to make sure that you will survive. However remember you're the oath you took when you agreed to work for the Hellsing Organization. We will fight with all our strength to protect the weak and innocent. If that means sacrificing our lives, so be it."

Seras sniffed and hugged Harry again. Harry gently touched her face and drew her closer to him. Seras closed her eyes and reached around Harry's neck and kissed him. Harry opened his lips slightly and allowed Seras' tongue entry. After several minutes, they broke away for air.

"Harry, we may not be alive tomorrow," Seras whispered. "I want you to take me."

"Are you sure Seras?"

"Harry, I love you more than anything in this world. I want you to know that forever."

"I feel the same way about you too Seras."

Seras giggled and guided Harry's hands to her shirt. Harry's hands trembled and he carefully removed the buttons from Seras' shirt. Seras smiled as she let her shirt fall to the floor revealing her breasts barely contained by her bra. She kissed Harry again, this time with lust and urgency. She ripped off his shirt while Harry wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her. She automatically wrapped her legs around Harry's waist while Harry carried her to the bed. He laughed while she shrieked with delight when he tripped and landed on her. Seras smiled and looked at Harry straight in his green eyes.

"Harry I love you."

"I love you too Seras."

Seras nodded and with a quick movement, snapped off the clip of her bra. The bra fell down revealing her large, firm breasts to Harry. Harry stiffened in surprise but began to massage her breast. With his other hand he quickly unclipped her skirt while Seras hastily tore off his pants. Seras could see the tent already rising in Harry's boxers and began to grind against him. Harry moaned as waves of pleasure flared up, clouding all reason. He massaged Seras' other breast and grew excited when Seras' moans became louder. Seras quivered but continued to grind against Harry, determined on making him stop first. Harry's right hand stopped and snaked lower, tickling her inner thigh before stopping at her pussy. He barely touched her but it was enough to make Seras scream in surprise and pleasure. Harry touched it again and let his finger gently circle her clit. Seras bit her mouth to prevent her from screaming. She instead shoved a hand down Harry's boxers and stroking his shaft. Harry shuddered when he felt Seras' feather light hands stroke every part of his shaft. Another hand went down and Harry nearly buckled as she felt him fondle his balls.

"Oh no you don't."

Harry guided his hand under Seras' panties and stuck a finger within her moist folds. She screamed but quieted down to a moan as Harry's finger went in and out in a hypnotic tempo. All she could think of was how could it felt when Harry's finger rubbed against her. She began to fondle Harry's member harder. Harry felt the blood leave his head and he stuck another finger within Seras. Seras began to buck and spasm as waves of pleasure began to erupt.

"Harry I'm going to.."

"Me too."

"HARRY!"

"KYAAAAAH!"

An ear splitting scream came out of Seras as she felt herself climax. Harry buckled as well and landed on Seras. He looked at his hand and saw it covered in a white fluid. Seras grabbed his wrist and gently licked his fingers slowly and sensuously. Harry felt himself harden at the sensation. Seras giggled and reached down and pulled off her panties. She slowly opened her legs, displaying her most private part to Harry. Harry felt himself become even harder at the sight of her moist folds. He quickly threw off his boxers and guided his dick towards Seras' folds. Harry winked at Seras mischievously and slowly entered her. She groaned as she felt the head slip in through. She slid forward eager for more but Harry backed out. Seras growled in frustration and glared at Harry. Harry leaned forward again but repeated the motion again. Seras whined in frustration and squirmed.

"Harry! Fuck me NOW!" Seras demanded.

Harry nodded and shoved his full length in. Seras gasped as Harry's member ripped through her hymen. Harry looked down and saw blood flowing out of Seras. He looked at Seras worriedly. Seras shook her head and smiled at Harry.

"It's alright. Just go slowly for now."

Harry began to buck his hips slowly and gently while kissing her neck and her face. Seras moaned in satisfaction as the pain slowly gave away to mind-numbing pleasure. She bucked forward in time with Harry's rhythm.

"Faster Harry!"

Harry began to speed up. Seras' eyes opened in surprise as waves and waves of pleasure wracked her body. She feel Harry's long member rub against her clit and tickle the tip of her womb. Harry grunted as he bucked even faster, trying to hold off from cumming inside her. Seras gasped in shock and her eyes became glazed as her brain nearly shut down. She trembled wildly and as the pleasure became to much to bear. She wrapped her legs around Harry and bit his shoulder. Harry grunted in pain but continued to shove his member as fast and deep as he could.

"Seras!"

"Go ahead Harry. I'm going to cum!" Seras whispered.

"SERAS!"

"HAAAAAAAAARRRYYYYYYYYYY!"

Harry panted and faced Seras. Seras smiled and gently kissed Harry.

"You were amazing love," Harry whispered.

"No more than you, my Harry."

Harry chuckled a bit and held Seras tight as she nodded off to sleep. Harry smiled and soon followed her to sleep.

(LEMON END)

On the floor above Harry's room, all the soldiers in the mess hall were grinning as they swept up the broken glass from the windows and doors. Commander Furguson looked at his ruined glasses in annoyance.

"Damn that boy! Always giving me shit!"

"Can't really blame him," Major Roberts said with a grin. "He was having a better time than anyone here."

"Of course its him to blame! He caused her to scream so loudly! Blasted boy."

"Lucky boy more like it. How many here could say they lost their virginity to a hot blonde virgin with massive tits?" Pip said.

A look around the hall answered his question. The soldiers continued their clean up but wore dirty smiles and bloody noses all throughout the hour.

On the Atlantic Channel, three Harrier Jets were cruising above the speed of sound towards their destination. After several minutes, their target the Eagle was in sight. The lead pilot switched on his targeting and armed his missiles. On either side of him, his wingmen did the same as well.

"Control, on your mark."

"Hawk 1 you have permission to fire your missiles."

The pilot pulled the trigger and released his missile. The jets on either side of him also released their missiles. The missiles flew straight and true but before they reached their target, a bright blue streak came from the boat and flew straight at the missiles. It slammed through them and riddled them with holes, causing them to explode. The jets veered away from the ship for another run but a single musket bullet shot them down.

On the deck, Lt. Rip Van Winkle giggled in delight as the plane crashed into the ocean in a magnificent ball of flames. She sighed in delight and twirled her musket like a baton.

"Beasts of the forests

Beasts of the pasture

Those that race the skies

The cry victory will be mine

Oh hunting horn reverberates throughout the forests."

Several soldiers on the bridge watched their leader twirl and dance around the deck like a happy child, singing at the top of her voice.

"What's she singing sir?"

"Carl Maria von Weber's The Shooter of the Magic Bullet," the officer said. "Its her favorite song."

"Victory! Victory! Tonight we become revenge!"

She stiffened as she felt an incredible amount of madness and bloodlust fill the air around her. She fell to her knees and looked up into the skies, frantically searching for the source of this madness and evil.

"What is this?" she whispered. The aura became stronger and stronger and she realized who was coming. She screamed in terror, attracting everyone soldier's attention on the ship.

"HE'S COMING! HE'S COMING! IT'S HIM!"

Nearly 85000 miles in the atmosphere and traveling at 2.8 mach, the spy plane SR-71 sped overhead at near impossible speeds. Inside the cockpit, Alucard grinned as he controlled the throttle, delighted at being able to fly this fast and this dangerous. G-forces rippled his body by the slightest touch on the throttle.

Down on the Eagle, the soldiers looked at the radar.

"Sir, there's an unidentified aircraft coming our way. Its speed is 2.8 mach and the altitude is 85000."

"An SR-71. Nothing to worry about. It's a spy plane but it is unable to carry any armaments."

"Should we shoot it down sir?"

"It'd be a waste of bullets. Any anti-aircraft ordinances we have would not be able to catch that plane once it hits mach 3"

"ITS HIM!"

"Lt., what are you talking about?"

"THE SPOKESMAN OF MADNESS IS COMING. GRIPPING THE SCENT OF DEATH ON HIS HANDS AND DRAGGING A BLACK IRON HORSE BEHIND HIM! HE COMES STRIAGHT FROM HELL FOR ME!"

In the cockpit, Alucard chuckled and laughed as he spotted the HMS Eagle.

"Heed me if thoudst would dress the dead and play amongst them. Thou shalt join their ranks."

He laughed as he yanked the throttle down, sending the Blackbird into a nosedive right at the ship at a speed of over Mach 3.

"Sir, enemy plane is trying to ram us!"

"He's crazy! Take this ship out of the area! Have the men on the guns and shoot it down with what ever weapons we have!"

All eyes watched as the plane spiraled towards them like an arrow of death. Even as bullets rained down on it, no matter how many holes it had, it continued to point at them. Even after Rip Van Winkle's bullet riddled it with holes, the plane continued to sail towards them like a missile of doom. A black arrow of their destruction. The plane burst into flames but malevolent black energy rolled off it.

"Restraint release. Level 3. Level 2. Level 1"

Alucard's dark laughter boomed as the airplane rammed into the ship at full speed. Rip Van Winkle stared at the aircraft and screamed.

THE MADNESS IS HERE!

Back at the control center, one the officers gaped in shock as he watched an SR-71 crash headfirst into the Eagle's deck.

"SIR! It landed straight on the Eagle's deck!"

General Penwood looked at Sir Hellsing's expression of triumph. Walter smirked.

"So we've won."

"The Eagle is as good as ours now."

Rip Van Winkle looked at the wreckage in horror. Black tendrils of malevolent energy surged onto the deck, setting it aflame. The flames flew into the sky, illuminating the deck with flickering shadows and light at the same time. She squinted, hoping to see no sign of the plane's occupant. However it was not to be as from the fiery wreckage, Alucard appeared, staring at her with a bored look. He caught her gaze and his face warped into an evil smile. She trembled as she remembered the warning the Major gave her.

"That's an amazing talent. Those magic bullets of yours are like in the legend."

"Thank you Major."

"The Sharpshooter legend. I'm sure you're aware of the tale."

"Of course sir."

"Do you know how it ends?"

"The foolish sharpshooter Kaspar tried to hunt down the devil Sammael. However, Sammael drags him to hell and throws him down the deepest ravine. If thou wouldst dress the dead then thou shalt join their ranks."

The Major nodded and smiled grimly. "Be warned First Lieutenant. Sammael shall appear before you as well."

Rip Van Winkle screamed in terror as Alucard vanished and reappeared in front of her. His large hand clamped around her mouth, muffling her. Alucard chuckled darkly and slowly lifted her off the ground. She kicked and screamed but Alucard shook her roughly.

"You're mine vampire!"

A hail of bullets riddled Alucard's body with holes. He dropped her and turned to see several soldiers aiming their guns at him.

"Lieutenant!"

Rip Van Winkle bolted away from Alucard just in time to avoid a rocket explode. Alucard's body was destroyed in the explosion. However when the smoke cleared, Alucard was there chuckling in amusement.

"Pitiful vampires, is that all you can do?" Alucard said deeply. "Well let me show you how a monster truly fights!"

His form disintegrated into shadows and blood. The soldiers shot a rain of bullets at Alucard, threw grenades at him, and doused him with fire. They watched in horror as Alucard easily shook them off as if they were leaves in the wind. Around Alucard, the shadows formed arms and hands, reaching into the sky. With a quick movement, those hands flew towards the soldiers. The soldiers screamed as the hands ripped them into pieces. Blood sprayed across the deck along with body parts. Organ strewed the deck along with various pieces of human parts. Corpses lined the deck, covering every part of the vast deck with blood.

Rip Van Winkle scurried away in fear, trying to find refuge among the ship from the Devil incarnate. She could hear his voice as he taunted her from the deck.

"Your ship is gone. Your men massacred. You are alone. Now what will you do, Lt. Rip Van Winkle?"

She trembled in terror but she inhaled deeply, steeling her nerves. She aimed her musket at Alucard's form and aimed at his heart. She smiled victoriously and fired. The bullet whizzed out, piercing Alucard in the heart before changing direction and piercing him through his head. It changed directions again and went through his leg.

"Fall, fall, fall, FALL AND DIE!"

The bullet whizzed again at Alucard. Alucard smiled and caught the bullet with his teeth. He gave Rip Van Winkle a shark-like smile.

"Gotcha!" He crushed the ball into dust and began to walk towards her. "I have caught you now!"

He slowly stalked her frightened form. She was so frozen in terror that Alucard within arm's reach of her easily. He punched her in the cheek and sent her flying off. She crashed into the wall and looked through bleary eyes to see Alucard smiling at her. He hauled her against the wall and smiled as he held up her musket.

"As I said, before vampire. You're mine!"

With that, he impaled the vampire on her own gun. She looked in horror at the gun protruding from her stomach. Her face was frozen into a look of terror as Alucard ripped her throat open and drained her body of all of her blood.

"You did well First Lieutenant."

On the deck of the Eagle about 50 yards behind Alucard, Officer Schuldinger held up a video screen allowing the Major to watch the gory scene.

"No matter how many stones you throw at the water's surface or how many times you step on a shadow, the water's surface or the shadow never disappears," the Major said. "That's what Alucard is. The River of Death."

"There, Life and Death, everything is a fraud. It is so immortal, invincible, unrivaled and strong that it is ridiculous," the Major whispered. "But we will defeat it. Because you will not return, we will defeat Alucard."

Beside him, the Doctor pulled out a device that will destroy the Lieutenant's body. Before he pressed the button, the Major stopped him with a wave of his hand.

"She has completed her mission perfectly. Completely perfectly. I will not allow you to burn her."

"Yes sir."

"ACH TUNG!"

Every soldier stood at attention as they watched on the huge monitors the kast moments of Rip Van Winkle's life.

"Goodbye lieutenant, let us meet in Valhalla," the Major said softly.

Nearly all the officers and soldiers whispered their farewells to the dying lieutenant, many of them with a sad smile on their faces.

"SIEG HEIL!"

The soldiers saluted as Alucard's shadows absorbed the vampire's body. The Major smiled and began to laugh.

"Are you having fun Alucard? As I said, war is fun!"

"Sing the song of victory Alucard and watch from there."

"I can see it clearly, even with my bad eyes. The spires of London. The lights of the city."

"Listen to my song of victory and watch from there."

"The Breaking of the English!"

The Major stood from his chair and examined the near thousand men he commanded. Near him were his closest advisors and officers, all of them waiting for him to speak. The Major chuckled and raised his arms to the troops catching all of their attention.

"Gentlemen, I love war. Gentleman, I... love war. Gentlemen, I so love war.

I love holocaust. I love blitzkrieg. I love onslaught. I love defensive. I love besiegement. I love breakthrough. I love retreat. I love mop-up. I love withdrawal. On the plains, in the streets, in the trenches, on the prairies, on the tundra, in the desert, on the sea, in the sky, in the mud, in the swamp.

I cherish each und every way war can be waged on this earth.

I love the thunderous roar of all artillery arrayed at the battle line firing at one, as it blows away the enemy line. My heart dances when the bodies of enemy troops are hurled into the air in pieces from a direct hit.

I love it when a Tiger tank smashes an enemy tank with its 88mm cannon. It left a warm feeling in my chest when the enemy soldiers would jump screaming from the blazing tank only to be mowed down by machine gun fire.

I love it when the infantry ranks overrun the enemy line, bayonets first. It moves me ven I remember the sight of a new recruit in a state of panic, stabbing un already dead enemy soldier over und over.

I can hardly contain myself thinking of hanging the defeatist deserters from streetlights. Und it is superb when the enemy prisoner screams in time... with the shriek escaping from my Schmeisser I hold as I mow him down.

I even remember distinctly the 4.8 ton shrapnel from the Dora pulverizing whole city blocks, where the pitiful resistance fighters heroically stood up against us with their assorted small arms.

I love the Russkie armoured divisions thrown into disorder. it is a very very sad thing when the villages they should have protected to the death are overrun und the women und children are violated und killed.

I love the English und American war machines being crushed und annihilated. Their creeping about on the ground like vermin, chased by the Jabo, is the height of humiliation.

Gentlemen, I wish to see a war worthy of one in Hell itself.

Gentlemen, my battalion of comrades who follow me... Pray tell, what do you wish for? Do you wish for war as a matter of course? Do you wish for a merciless, shitlike war? Do you wish for a stormlike conflict which runs the gamut of blowing steel und striking flame, killing every crow in the entire world?"

The men roared and saluted the Major.

"KRIEG! KRIEG! KRIEG! KRIEG! KRIEG!"

The Major smiled and cackled. "Very well. Then let it be krieg. All our strength is held in a clenched fist, poised to strike. But for we who have continued to endure a whole half-century in the depths of these dark shadows... a simple war is no longer enough!! A GREAT VAR!! One born of our single-hearted devotion!!

We are merely one battalion, no more than a thousand troop remnants. But I believe that you are all matchless hardened veterans. So gentlemen, together we are an army as powerful as a million regular soldiers. Let us rouse those slumbering ones who drove us into the realm of forgetfulness. Let us seize them by the hair, drag them down, open their eyes und make them remember. We shall make them remember the taste of terror. We shall make them remember the sound of our war boots. We shall remind them that something in the interval between heaven und earth they don't even recall With their own philosophy does indeed exist.

The Kampfgruppe of a thousand wampires... will burn the world to a crisp."

At the Hellsing Manor, Harry and Seras sat on the rooftop together, both of them wearing full gear of equipment. In his right hand, Harry held his trusty AA-12 shotgun. However in his left hand, he was holding the hand of Seras. He sighed and tried to enjoy the few moment of piece he'll have before the war starts.

"Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

"I love you too Seras."

They leaned towards each other and kissed deeply just as the large zeppelins covered the light of the Moon, casting a shadow over the city of London.

So sorry about updating for such a long time. So much has happened between now and my last update. My computer broke, I'm in college, and I spent some of my free time playing 8 people slayers at the dorms or Gears of War 2. I'll try to keep the chapters coming as best I can.

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