I know I said I would delete this story but I've changed my mind. I like how it's going and it'd be a waste to just delete it after the work I put into it. So, hope you people who do read this enjoy.

Some of this information in this chapter I got off the computer so if it is wrong i do apologize.

Oh, and if you all are wondering, Alucard does not have his signature red fedora and coat. This is before he started wearing it.

-MQ

"When do you believe their arrival shall be?" Sir Irons asked the disturbed Helsing.

Abraham had told Sir Irons and Sir Penwood about the circumstances that he was in. After telling them almost everything they were all silent, soaking in what they had heard from their good friend. Sir Irons had to break the silence by asking questions. Abraham did not want to stand by and watch everything he worked for be crushed by the Order, he refused.

"With how they operate they shall arrive at the last week of the two week notice they sent me. They have the tendency to let the person feel anxious about when they shall arrive." Abraham's brows scrunched together as he tasted the god awful tea; the taste was bitter. These are the times he craved for Jacklynn's jasmine tea, when he was given this mediocre stuff.

"What shall we do?" Sir Penwood's voice detected worry and fear.

"Notifying the King and Queen should be the best course of action." Sir Iron answered.

Abraham nodded, " Her Majesty would like a full report on the situation, no doubt trouble shall up rise."

"First controversies in Europe now this, it feels as if all of this shall affect everyone." Sir Penwood said meekly.

"I believe this Order wont be a threat to everyone but what is happening in Austria-Hungary and the East at the moment might." Sir Irons continued. "And they just ended the Balkan War last year, the countries in the east are still hanging on a thread; one little thing can erupt another war."

"That is what her majesty does not want." Sir Penwood looked at Abraham. "If we all go to war, what shall the Hellsing Organization do to help?"

"Penwood I assure you that England shall not rage war against the other nations. Let them settle their own troubles." Abraham stared down as he swirled the cup of tea. "Furthermore, my organization fights off monsters and other supernatural beings, not man."

"On the contrary." Sir Irons gained his attention. "England has many alliances with some of the Nations that are in trouble in the East."

"Oh, how so?" Abraham asked, not really liking how Sir Irons won't end the meeting already. They were dragging on and on about the topic for some time, there was no more to be said. Protect our country; nothing more nothing less

"As you know Germany has made many alliances, for example Austria-Hungary, the Ottoman Empire and Bulgaria. The ruler of Bulgaria has his eyes set on Siberia, one of our allies. If we defend Siberia then the possibility of Germany aiding their allied is a most definite." Sir Irons words seemed to become more hushed near the end of his sentence.

"Then…the French shall rage war; they would love the chance to get back at the Germans because of the loss in the Franco-Prussian War." Sir Penwood's eyes grew in shock.

"England can not ignore the help of our allied nations." Sir Irons said.

Abraham looked out the wide window in deep thought. The sun was just setting over his country. A war that will involve every country in Europe; what a war it shall be. He hopes this one he shall not be a part of. The Hellsing Organization has no say in politics. We only defend our home from the undead. Though, if her majesty request assistance, there is no doubt in his mind he would refuse an order. The only problem Abraham had was, who would he send? The soldiers most like, but would it benefit England if…he sent Alucard out into battle?

Abraham shook his head, no, it be too dangerous; he is too dangerous. The fact of Alucard in this war would just cause more trouble and maybe even make things much worse. Then, another terrible thought occurred to him. If not Alucard, then Jacklynn. She is an excellent killer and strategist. Her training was higher than the Hellsing soldiers. Even her strength at times are remarkable. Something in the back of his mind reminded him of why she is like that. It's because of what your are making her into. The old man knew he shouldn't be doing what he has been for the past few years. It is inhumane. Practicing his experiments on Alucard was for good reason, but…experimenting on Jacklynn was wrong.

"Sir Van Helsing."

"Hmm?" Abraham was broken out of his thoughts by Sir Irons.

"I have decided that I shall notify to Her Majesty that if the time has come your organization shall step in and do whatever it takes to help Britain."

Abraham sighed as he reached in his pocket and lit a pip. This was his new habit for relieving stress. He took a few puffs and exhaled from his nostrils. "I do apologize Sir Iron's but even if I hand over my soldiers to aid, what difference can they make but to only increase the body count when the dust settles?"

"Then there would be no choice but to send your pet vampire into the battle." Sir Irons.

Sir Penwood stood up, "My God man, are you mad? That monster can't possibly set foot off this island let alone this city!"

"The matter shall be discussed at the meeting with the Queen."

Abraham bit hard on his pip, "You can't expect me to just let Alucard participate in something that he craves more than blood itself. He is too dangerous to let loose upon the world, mostly a war. There isn't even one as of right now, paranoia is causing all these words sprouting out of that mouth of yours!"

"You shall hold your tongue, Abraham!" Sir Irons ordered.

"William, do you even comprehend what you are daring to ask me? This is no ordinary vampire, this is worse than a monster. Alucard is practically the Devil in the flesh!" Abraham shouted.

"Then why in God's name do you keep him alive?" Sir Irons spat.

"To create an ultimate weapon." Abraham lowered his voice but still continued, "He is not yet there, more experiments still need to be made. You ask for soldiers, I promise you once I am done with what I am doing you shall receive the perfect soldier. You my even look at my men and choose who fit your fancy, look at all of them down to my very last soldier, bloody hell even down to my butler!" Abraham refused to let Sir Irons control what is not his, but he is letting his anger control him. Abraham is now strutting on grounds of which he shouldn't be.

"Why on earth would I bother with that girl, she is nothing more than a servant. Yes, I've heard she has killed a handful of vampires but the child is sick and is near death's door." Sir Irons chuckled. Sir Penwood sat their in silence, staring back and forth between the two. If anyone knew better to stay out of those two's way, it would be him.

Unknowingly, Abraham gave Irons a small smirk. "Is that what you think?"

Both men then stared at the smirking Abraham, wondering of the sudden change in character. "What are you going on about, Van Helsing?" Sir Irons asked.

Abraham removed his pip from his lips, "She, my good man, is no mere butler."

Before anymore words could be exchanged the sounds of gun fire could be heard in front of the building.

The three leaders jumped from their seats to peer through the window, to see the cause of the commotion.

In front of the House of Paraliament were approximately a dozen men dressed in uniform; all of them shooting at something that was on the roof above them. In fact, in all directions. The more they failed to shoot whatever wondered on the roofs, the more solders came from the building to aid them.

"What the bloody hell is going on!" Sir Irons demanded, clearly scared of this attack.

"Someone is here to kill us." Penwood started to back away from the window in a slow manner.

Abraham glared down at the men, shooting at the mysterious attackers that hid in the shadows upon the roofs. "My dear friends, I implore that you two follow me down to the entrance." He turned his attention away from the window and headed towards the door.

"No, we should stay here. Help should arrive soon." Sir Irons said at the last minute.

Abraham held back his frustration as he looked back at a stubborn Irons and terrified Penwood. "Believe me, I wish not to be that close to the battle, but if the attackers did intend to kill us then they would know we would be hidden safe in a certain room in the building." He grinned, "Also, I am sure my slave will be here in no time."

"What makes you so sure?" Penwood asked.

"Because." Abraham grabbed his suitcase and opened the door, "I am ordering him to come as we speak." As they all hustled down the hall. Abraham opened up his mind to his servant, hoping he could still hear him from this distance. Alucard! Come immediately to Paraliament, we are under attack!

There was nothing.

Alucard! I'm ordering you to awake! Abraham sent out the private message, pulling on the seals power to control him to wake up.

The three leaders had made their way down the stairs, hustling to escape from the battle. The entire time they were finding their way out, the building shook and particles from the ceilings kept landing everywhere. It seemed as if someone was knocking down the House of Parliament. Downstairs, there were men gathering together in groups, running out the doors to stop the threat. From the windows, Abraham can see that the soldiers evacuated the civilians from the streets. The men in uniform outside were running everywhere, firing aimlessly. The looks on their faces were painted in confusion and fear. Abraham can make out the words some of the soldiers were saying as they passed by them. Monsters. His heart skipped a beat, that word was all to familiar to him. Now knowing at some length of what they are facing, the elder knew what he needed to do to keep the two members and himself save from harm.

"Penwood, Irons, we must stay inside if we wish to be safe." Abraham pulled out his pistol from his coat. Placing his suitcase on the floor, away from the soldiers organizing around them, he opened it and pulled out a case of silver bullets that had been blessed.

"It's coming!" Someone yelled.

They looked at the sealed shut door. In the distance there was a thump, another…and another. The last thump came from above them.

All together, every gun was pointed towards the ceiling.

Abraham steadied his gun, waiting for an attack. For a few seconds nothing happened. All were silent.

Penwood stepped forward, "Is it gone?"

As if those words were a signal, the ceiling came crashing down on them. Dust filled the air around the room like a thick fog. Abraham fell to the ground, pain shot through his left arm.

"Aah!" Abraham clenched his arm to hold back the pain. He could feel his glove getting wet; it was blood. Old blue eyes looked down to the damaged left arm, seeing a very dangerous and deep cut on it.

Penwood was the first to notice as the fog slowly started to dissipate. "Abraham!" The plumped man ran to his injured friend, trying to figure out what to do to help.

"Be careful." Abraham said threw his teeth, holding back the yell his lungs desperately wanted to release.

From the dust cloud they could hear screams, grunts and gruesome blood gurgling noises. Then sounds of small drops landing on the floor; it seemed like it was growing closer and closer to the three.

Sir Irons pulled out his gun and aimed it to the cloud, waiting to see what would walk out of it.

A faint shadow that held some human features walked closer. Vampire came running through the old vampire hunter's mind, but as it proceeded closer the faint human features grew deformed, becoming something much larger.

A ghostly whisper came out of Abraham's lips, while feeling his blood leaving his face, "No…"

What stepped out of the dust was a monster Abraham had only heard of, but never seen in person. A full blown Lycan; a werewolf. It's fur was black as night, it's teeth were pure white and sharper than any knife and standing over six feet tall. The Werewolf took a step forward and growled at them, it's yellow eyes piercing at it's targets. The body of the wolf was surely not weak as it's arms were large, full of nothing but muscle.

God…help us.

The Werewolf raised it's arm that was covered in blood, retracting it's claws for the fatal attack.

Then…

Another crash woke the men out of their state of shock as a vehicle slammed against the monster. Clashing them both into the stairs. As more dust floated around the entrance Abraham was too confused and tired of all the surprises. Instead of being happy that it stopped the monster, his annoyance was too much for him.

"What the bloody hell is with the dust! Last time was enough!" He yelled as all the blood went back in his face. This anger was different, it was familiar, like he would deal with at home.

Oh…he knew. It was written all over the place.

"Told you it would work." A feminine voice was heard around the room.

"I never said it wouldn't work, I completely explained that this act was simply too dramatic of an entrance." A husky, dark voice replaced it.

"Well at least it got the beast." The female voice sounded annoyed.

"Wait, I smell blood." A male responded. The dust (again) started to clear, two figures, a small and slender one standing on the rubble with a hand at the hip; a larger one that was crouching next to her. Abraham felt a sweat drop on his forehead, can't believe that they were fighting…during this!

"Stop trying to change the subject. Plus, I told you the little bugger stabbed me." Jacklynn came into clear view. A cloth was wrapped around her waist, a blood stain was covering it.

Alucard's figure stood up with a serious face. His black duster was blowing past him, barely covering the long pistol in his hand.

"It's master's." He said. Jacklynn's face thus turned just as serious as Alucard's.

Abraham stood up, still holding on to his arm. "Alucard. Jacklynn."

Both servants looked towards their master with concern faces. Jacklynn ran to him as Alucard phased in front of him.

"Master, did it-"

"No, it didn't scratch nor bite me. The wound was caused from a piece of the ceiling. " He informed his slave. Jacklynn stood next to Alucard, painting. Abraham got a closer look at the wound on her side, the wound did not look like it would stop bleeding anytime soon. The cloth was tied tight enough from any serious bleeding, but none the less, she was loosing blood every passing minute.

"Jacklynn." Abraham was worried for her, the wound needed to be treated. She looked paler than the last time he saw her.

Abraham turned his attention on his salve, "What kept you away?"

Alucard didn't answer as he turned to scan the area. Damn vampire.

Jacklynn had butted in, "Please Sir, we must get you and the others out of here. There are two more wolves out there waiting for the perfect opportunity to attack." She urged Abraham.

Alucard loaded his gun, "It be best to leave. Now." By the giant hole that replaced the door, two wolves stood baring a full set of daggers in their mouth. One a reddish brown color that was taller than the one next to it, the smaller one was a light grey.

Jacklynn grabbed Abraham and led him and the other two leaders away from the battle. They didn't turn back when gun fire echoed from the room. There was a another door leading to the street in front. They went to the left wing to get to a near by vehicle. Jacklynn explained to them that Alucard and her had killed two more that were on the roof. A total of five werewolves. She also explained that Alucard had a theory that someone was controling the Lycans and planned this attacked to kill Abraham and the other Conference leaders. Jacklynn sounded out of breath as she explained it. The elder could tell that the girl was slowing down, the wound was taking a toll on her. She need's help now.

Don't give up, don't give up! Jacklynn repeated the chant to herself since the first attack on her. On the way here she had ran into Alucard. The vampire was jumping roof top to roof top and had luckily stopped on the street she was driving on. The young butler kept taking deep breaths as she lead her master and the other leaders outside Parliament. A car, unharmed, was parked right by the street with no one around guarding it. What? There was suppose to be soldiers there guarding the perimeter like she ordered them too. Where did they go?

A sudden pain built up in her chest, the pain surprised her; not ever feeling this before. Jacklynn let go of her master's arm and kneeled to the floor, holding her chest tightly.

"Jacklynn!" Abraham knelt near her, figuring out what had stopped her. She couldn't answer, all that came out was coughing and the sounds of her hacking something up. Her vision was blurring; the car, her master, and her surroundings were fuzzy. Voices started around her, but couldn't detect the words, only mumbles. When she coughed, the feeling of some liquid was caught in her throat. She tried to cough it out, but covered her mouth so no one could see. Finally, after coughing a sickening one, something dark covered her hand. Jacklynn squinted desperately to see the blob that painted her glove. Her vision started focusing on it, and saw it was red. Blood.

Jacklynn was coughing up blood.

No…not yet…not today!

She could feel Abraham shaking her shoulders to get her attention, but she didn't look up. The blood on her glove told her enough. The sand of her hour glass was almost up. She wouldn't be able to protect her master. The realization scared her terribly. A gun shot ran through her ears, but she didn't react quickly. Two more shots were heard, then she looked up. A werewolf had come between them and the car, it looked like the one she slammed with the car. Sir Irons was firing at the beast. Jacklynn could slowly hear the sounds around hear grow more audible. Some words were heard out of the mumbles.

"Jacklynn, wake up!" Abraham ordered.

Jacklynn shook her head a little and came too. She sees the wolf coming closer, her master's arm has not yet stopped bleeding. Those were the only things she cared about. Seeing the blood on her master's arm, seeing as it was the cause of a werewolf, knowing she couldn't protect him sooner, caused a spark to set off in her. Being this weak is the reason why she can't protect him, being weak was the cause of everything. If she was going to die, it would be in battle, not like this, this pathetic way. She vowed to protect the man that saved her life. Saved her from the hell she knew on the streets when no one would. That was her reason, her purpose. To be become strong and protect Abraham and Arthur was her reason. Now, she will do just that.

The young butler stood up, her raven hair was loose, and her bangs covered her eyes when she looked down; blood spots were by her feet. The wound on her side didn't bother her anymore. All she could feel was this adrenaline pumping through her. It felt amazing, it felt powerful. She felt like she can take on anything. Her senses and sight were clearer.

"Master, I'd stand back if I was you." Her voice was low but dangerous.

Abraham and the others did as she said. In the back she could hear his voice. "Destroy it, little Angel of Death."

Jacklynn smiled insanely at her codename. When it's heard in an order, she looses control of her anger, the emotion controls her like a puppet. "Now." Jacklynn brought her hand to her mouth, biting a hold on a wire, pulling it out in a swift motion. "What shall I do to a sack of shit like yourself?"

I know, not the best way to come back from a long period of absence, but I promise you that the next chapter will be better as we show how much Jacklynn can put up a fight in a crazy ass state (highly recommend reading xP) and see what has Abraham been hiding in the experiments of Alucard AND Jacklynn. Please review! :D