The Banana Slug: I am sorry for the delays with this chapter. I planned on translating whole sentences and quotations in Greek and French. However, due to Google Translate being a bit unreliable at times and Microsoft Word Processor unable to recognize Greek letters, I decided to do a simpler and lazier method.

Also, how many people are wondering if Fu Manchu is going to show up as the reason the Notes was taken, since the plotline of Volume I is similar to Volume I.

Sadly, you are wrong. Let me spoil this and say Fu Manchu is not the reason for the season.

Do not worry, for I shall replace your need for Chinese stereotypes with something just as entertaining: Lupin the Third and a Star Trek Reference.

Hellsing's League of Extraordinary Gentlemen

By The Banana Slug

CHAPTER 21: A Vampire in Paris

The Black October

South of the North Sea

It was a meeting about failure, with three of the New Millennium's forerunners together in a room overlooking a large radar screen showing the entire world map to the dreaded Detective.

He stood there with his pale blank face staring at the world, his hands connected together from behind as he said not a word to Caligari and Moreau. Both of them were seated across from each other, south of the Detective's radar-screen as they were both disappointed and nervous of what happened in the Hellsing Manor. Moreau was clad only in a large towel that covered her entire body, now returned from that garish crab-like monster to a beautiful cat-like woman, with her eyes staring down at the floor with shame for her failure as her wet hair droops down against her face. Caligari was sitting there just as quiet, with him twisting a light white fabric in his hands nervously, with a grim frown and his chin squished under his fat neck and his round head.

The Detective releases his grip from his own hands, letting the robotic digits hang as he turns his head to his two lieutenants in his war with Britain. He turns to both of them and says, "…I am quite displeased, any attempts to reason with these people are impossible, even when you are forced to twist their arms in order to do so. They may have no love for how the way things are, but it is also clear that they also have no love for us…I think we can blame our late Major for that destruction of diplomacy."

He steps over between the two, continuing calmly and respectively, "However, despite our failure to enthrall or extinguish, victory will be ours. We may not have resources that the late Doctor had to create more vampires, nor the omniscience of the Feline, we make due with what we have, and what we have…" With a sense of pride and self-enjoyment, he says, "…is doubleplusgood."

He then stares over at Moreau, who looks up at him with a shudder of shame, "Which is why I am not ending both of your lives at this moment. Despite your failure, Moreau, you are dear to my needs of the heart and war. Without you, I will not be able to create the army needed to control Britain." A sense of self-worth rose back into the pet-like Moreau, who stares at the Detective with admiration and adoration at his mercy.

The Detective turns to assistant, Dr. Caligari, who continued to look away with shame, "And you, who did little but let a worthless revenant die by the hands of a hunter and his tomboy, you are the only one that can recondition and teach my army to fight, kill, and win for the New Millennium."

"Thank you, sir," he whispered out quietly, looking down with a deep frown.

"And as for…the Notes," he started, walking over to the steel door, grabbing the hatch and turning his head, "our men will search in Greece for our enemy's temple while we wait in Bruges. We have to hurry before Hellsing and their league get to our level. Good evening."

With that, the Detective leaves his lieutenants to themselves as he opens and closes the door behind him, all with a loud echoing clang that followed the slamming.

"He…seems to be taking it well," whimpers out Dr. Caligari, nervously smiling at the grim-faced Moreau, who glares at the door with disconcertion.

"Hardly, I can tell that he is quite livid," she corrects darkly, "but not at us…but at the pagans who stole it."

Paris, France

Three Days Later

It was almost the end of the morning night at the City of Love, with the Eiffel Tower overlooking the lit city with the cars driving through the roads. It was teaming with natives and tourists, visitors around the globe that include our very league.

The black leviathan was under the river La Seine, only the top of the squid seen over the dark waters as it approaches the street, Quai d'Orleans. The Nautilus would stop and slightly rise slighter under one of the bridges, revealing the top of the Nautilus as one of the hatches would open up.

Out walked all members of the quasi-heroic League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, all looking out to the city of Paris, a city named for a laugh. Mr. Griffin walks to the edge, smoking a thing cigarette, and says out, "Oi, Alucard, remember when you said I was too harsh on Paris?"

"Yes?" breaths out Alucard.

"…I was right, it is shite," growls Mr. Griffin, with Alucard caring little of his opinion as he walks to Captain Nemo, who stands there with a furrowed brow and looks at the closest path onto the island.

"Where do we go from here, Alucard?" she asks from him.

"My master was told that the deliverer was found in an alley in the Rue Morgues, mangled and smashed against the wall, blood everywhere with his heart ripped from his chest," explains Alucard, tilting his hat as Quatermain raises a brow at that.

"Rue Morgues, wasn't that the street where that ape mutilated those women almost two-hundred years ago?" questions Quatermain curiously.

"It was, and it would be a nice reference, if it were intentional," stated Alucard, his teeth glistening from his grin, "the attack was too sloppy, too different in brutality, and the stolen heart is a bit too…radical for the tastes of an ourang-outang."

"Do you think we could perhaps find the corpse?" asks Seras, "Then we could…I don't know, drink the blood and find out who did it?"

"Sadly, by this time, the corpse has been exhumed, leaving no blood for me to drain," replies Alucard, walking to his fledgling and stating, "However, I will be joined by Detective Kudo and Mr. Griffin, we will be searching the crime scene ourselves. You and Quatermain will remain in the city for my word, in case things get…difficult." He turns to the Captain, saying, "And as for you and Voorhees…"

"I am still a wanted woman, so the ship is where I'll stay," she lets out lethargically, "leaving me to entertain the juggernaut. Perfect."

"Jason will behave himself, he wouldn't dare be a nuisance with me around," chuckles Alucard with a flick of his palm, turning to Conan, staring off at the city of lights without a word.

"Detective, are you ready?" he breaths out, "Paris awaits."

"Yeah, just can't help but think about the attacker, or even attackers…" Conan replies, then deducing almost quietly, "The murder seems ritualistic to me, Ancient Mesoamerican civilizations would rip out the hearts to their gods, to appease them and sacrifice their life to them." He then begins to clean his glasses, continuing with, "It has to be a cult of some kind, seeing how today's contemporary religions are not at all that extreme."

"A Cult, hm?" breaths out Alucard.

"Yes, when we get to the crime scene…I might be able to determine it more clearly," he finishes, putting his glasses on and sure to run into the New Millennium in this large city as the blue sky gets brighter.

It wasn't later that the city of Paris was lightened by the bright yellow star over the entirety of France, with two League members walking close together as they strolled through the busy streets. Seras, wearing a long pink coat with the hood over her head, and Leonard Quatermain, who smoked calmly with his long duster draped over his shoulder with his black vest exposed along with his wiry and scarred arms.

"Blimey, it has been a long while since I was here, it has," grunts Quatermain as he shuffles his cig to the other side of his mouth, staring off lazily as he glances at the Eiffel Tower looming over them.

As they pass by an alleyway, with a cryptic and somewhat bombastic red graffiti simply labeling, "JEAN VALJEAN", over a sewer grate, Seras turns to Quatermain and asks, "When was that?"

Quatermain shrugs and remarks, "Six or seven years ago, I remember a nasty murder was going on at the Louvre, nothing else I can tell you, was pretty out of it most of my stay here."

"I could see that, really," she says to him, looking around before saying to him, "Quatermain, who do you think might have stolen the Notes?"

"Hrm, well, anybody would want that type of technology," he explains to Seras with ashes falling from the cigarette, "it could range from countries to companies, even other organizations like Millennium."

"What other organization could be like Millennium?" asks Seras curiously.

"Loads, Seras, perhaps even another Neo-Nazi group, god help us if it's HYDRA," explained Quatermain as they come across the bridge to the Tower, "I might be inclined to think it an old enemy of my family."

"Who?" she asks Leonard.

Quatermain coughs and wipes his lips with his sleeve, "She's not important, but Kudo seems to have an idea on who the thieves might be."

"Right, a cult," she points out, with the two getting close as Seras looks up and exclaims, "Look at it, I've never seen the Eifel Tower before! It's…huge."

"Yes, it is quite massive, and I'm sure you'd like to take a look up there, hm?" grunts out Quatermain, turning his head and looking at a very hopeful and happy Seras. Leonard simply stared at her blankly, before walking to the tower with Seras giggling beside him.

"Don't be so grumpy, Quatermain," she teases as she pokes the side of his very unpleasing grimace.

"Seras, I am a recovering meth-addict, I can't help but be grumpy, so stop poking me!" barks a snarling Quatermain, with the both of them not noticing that they were being followed from a distance away. Twenty-five individuals, wearing white coats with hoods hiding their faces as a long red stripe winds across the clothing. They were all differing individuals, wearing the same white pants and black boots with those long coats, all except one.

While they were all men, the leader was a woman, with her face hidden by white bandages with red Greek scriptures etched on them and large red goggles over her eyes. They all would walk in unison, watching the two enter the elevator together as their leader hisses out to them in smooth, serpentine Greek, "England should never have come here. Now the streets will run red with their blood."

"No blood, already cleaned up. Bugger all."

By this time, the investigation has been closed, with all the evidence shipped off and the blood has been washed away. It left them nothing as Conan entered the empty alleyway, looking around as the only thing that was with him that wasn't his fellow League members was a pair of trash-cans, litter on the ground, and the brick wall to the side cracked from impact by a terrible force that killed the deliverer. He turns to Alucard, who towers over him with the Invisible Man somewhere close but unseen by them both.

"So…this was a waste'a time," snarls the voice of the Invisible Man.

"You don't know that, Griffin," scolds Conan, with his hands in his pockets, "we just need to find the evidence the French police found."

"And I guess that'd be my job, heh?" hisses out Mr. Griffin darkly, all as Alucard enters the alleyway before walking to the impacted wall with an air of investigation.

"If you aren't against it, Mr. Griffin," Conan says to him with snark, afterwards staring back as Kudo sees Alucard press his hands against the cracks and concaved wall.

"…Whatever killed the man, it was not human," stated Alucard, "this agent of Millennium exited this world in terror. Whatever did this was large, ancient, and violent to beastly degrees."

"Never thought you the clairvoyant, Alucard," coughs out Mr. Griffin.

"My skills are numerous, Griffin, some unknown even to my master," he states to the Invisible Man. He stands there as Conan approaches him and asks what else the vampire knows about the murder.

"Only that the attacker was…cycloptic, an ogre of some kind, a beast in this age kept alive beyond his time," he breaths out, but his attention was taken away as a figure stood at the entrance to this alleyway. Instead of a group, they were greeted by a lone stranger, standing as frozen as a statue.

"I have been searching for you, Alucard," he says in a calm French accent, "but I had a feeling you would come here, seeing how we are after the same thing."

"Reveal yourself, or suffering will follow," breaths out Alucard, his glasses blazing in the darkness as Conan steps back from what may be a bloody slaughter to come.

"Like a beast, you bare your teeth at someone who is trying to aid you, how pathetic," scoffs the man, shaking his head as he steps forward, "I told my superior that you were nothing more than another purposeless animal…"

"Who are you?" growls Alucard somberly, his head leaning to the right as this human that was brave or foolish enough to insult him.

Finally, the man got close enough to reveal himself to the three. He was a tall and pale gentleman, wearing a grey jacket and slacks, a white buttoned shirt underneath and a dark grey tie. He had a reseeding black widow's peak, with cold and fearless eyes that had a perpetual glare, a sharp scowl matched by a sharp nose and a pointed chin. He had rough and wrinkled features, matching his somber and grim look.

"You can call me Rene, Rene Picard, I work for the French Government," he stated to him, "and I am here to aid you in this matter."

"Rene Picard, glad to meet you," hisses Alucard with a grin, bowing his head with a hand over his chest.

"After the cold greeting I received, I can say the pleasure is all yours," Rene would state with a purse of his upper lip. He then continues with, "Alucard, if you and your compatriot will follow me, then I can import you some knowledge about the Cavorite Notes."

With that, the enigmatic Rene Picard would turn his back and walk off, with Alucard not far behind as Conan walks up next to him. The Boy Detective was not hesitant in asking the vampire, "Are you sure we should trust this man? He could be working for Millennium or-"

"If it turns out he is an enemy," Alucard would attempt to calm Conan, "I will kill him, and he knows that."

As the three colleagues follow their untrusting alley, they would be watched from above the rooftops by a cadre of robed figures, one similar to the ones tailing Seras and Quatermain. One stood out though, he was a tall and muscular figure, with his robe opened to show off his chest, along with the red stripe over his left breast.

His fists twist around the handles of two small yet wide blades, the steel stained red and curved upwards with serrations like teeth…

Notre Dame would tower in the distance as Rene Picard would stand at a railing overlooking the river of Paris, with the three beside him as he slowly reaches into his coat. Rene takes a deep breath and looks off with a displeased mood, untrusting such things with people like Alucard.

"My superior…has been searching for the murderer himself, as the problem is France's as well as Britain's," explains Rene Picard, "so, you should be glad to know that the government has made things easier for you."

He pulls out a file of documents from his coat, held together by a yellow folder as he hands them to Alucard. The No-Life Count grabs them and opens it, with him reading as Picard states the contents to him, "His name was Seth Ryan, a member of a Californian hate group called Disciples of Christ that was apparently hired by the New Millennium to deliver the Notes from New York to France."

He calmly pats his fingers and says, "That was what drew our attention, an American neo-Nazi traveling to a foreign country, and our own reports that Millennium was building an airship made us-"

"The Nazgul, you mean?" lets out Alucard, staring at Picard who stares back with suspicion and a lack of knowledge.

"So…that's what the Detective is calling it, hm?" he starts, then chuckles once and adds with a subtle bit of snark, "How witty."

"Any idea who might have killed Seth Ryan?" questions Kudo, standing next to Picard as the man reaches into his pocket.

Rene grabs a stick of teal gum and places it on his tongue, his mouth closes before the chewing mixes with his words, "No, not at all…but we do know that someone that you have all met might have a clue."

"Oh? And…who might that be?" asks the vampire with a calm grin.

"Seth Ryan was tailed by someone else during his two-night stay in Paris," explains Picard, taking the gum out of his mouth and sticking it under the railing, "not this third-party, but a thief of great renown…"

"Lupin the Third…correct?" hisses Alucard with a wide grin.

"Luh-Lupin? Are you sure?" stammered out a shocked Conan, looking at Rene with disbelief. A sound was heard not too far off, a slight scoff was heard from an invisible individual.

"Quite, he came here to take the Cavorite for a Miss Warbucks in America, but he seems to be staying to find the murderers," went on Picard, then saying with a low growl, "not sure if to avenge the death of a Neo-Nazi or not, but that would not be in his character."

Rene reaches out and grabs the files from Alucard's hands, who watches as Picard slips them back into his coat. "We have attempted to fish them out ourselves, but he is exceedingly difficult to catch, even when we ourselves have an expert on the man helping the search," exposits Rene, then turning back to Alucard and saying, "Which is why we have asked you to aid us, all three of you have had a history with him, and all three have been up close and personal with him."

"And you are hoping that a…vampire is a better tracker than a human?" states Alucard in a macabre and joyous mood.

"More or less, seeing how you are…a better vampire than our own," would be Picard's simple response.

"Your own?" questioned Jimmy Kudo nervously. This very statement gave Alucard a quick frown of curiosity.

"That is not relevant, suffice to say, that England is not the only nation that utilizes a violent monster to protect them from Hell, even America has…" Rene would exit from that topic, returning to the first with, "all you need to do…is find Lupin, see what he knows, and end Millennium before we have to clean up your mess."

Rene then steps back, facing the two and giving a light nod to the both, "With that, messieurs, I will leave you to it. Au revoir." They watch as he walks away, seeing him stroll off the corner of the street and lose sight of the unknown Rene Picard.

Kudo then looks over to Alucard, who looks down at the waters with thought. The young detective then asks from the vampire, "So…how do you know Lupin, Alucard?"

"We met when he tried to steal the Royal Jewels back in the nineties, I let him live after he aided me in holding off a third enemy, a terrorist for hire," Alucard tells him with nostalgia, chuckling and adding, "I think his name was…Castor something. I can't even remember his face." The vampire then looks to his left, grinning and asking the invisible man, "Dare I ask?"

"Poof got in me way, that is all," growls Mr. Griffin.

Conan ignores him as he always does and asks from the vampire lord, "Have any idea where he could be?"

Alucard would then reply with a simple location, yet a very well known one at that. "The Eiffel Tower."

"So, no leads on the Caviar? None at all?"

"It's Cavorite, Lupin, not Caviar…and no, we don't."

Three male figures stood at the rails of the Eiffel Tower, with crowds of tourists and locals passing by as they stared down at the city. They were all raven-haired, with a Japanese look to the group, some having mix of other races in their genes.

One of them wore the attire of a samurai, with a white haori and dark grey hakama along with wooden sandals to add. Along with that, he wielded a katana that was strapped to a grey sash. He had long black hair, a stern strong glare and a deep frown, and stood beside the two with his arms crossed together.

Beside him was a tall bearded fellow, wearing a dark jacket, slacks, and black leather shoes. Under that jacket was a white buttoned shirt and a black tie, and atop his chin-length hair was a dark fedora that hid his unconcerned gaze. His elbows rested on the railing as a cigarette cindered in his lips.

The final was the most strange, wearing bright colors and having an aura of daftness. The man was lanky, a constantly grinning primate of a man, with big ears and short black hair with a widow's peak and sideburns. The man wore a red jacket, a blue button-shirt, a yellow tie that was slightly disheveled, and white khaki pants, ending with large spats. He had one foot on the rail as he kept hands in his pocket.

"Well, I can say one thing," stated the fedora-wearing man, "Warbucks is not going to like this, Lupin."

The sly and possibly uncouth man, the man named Arsene Lupin III, twists his head to the bearded man, saying with a sigh, "Don't I always come out on top for you, Jigen?"

"Four out of ten," retorts the samurai with his eyes shut in inner serenity.

Lupin growls and shouts back, "Not true, Goemon!"

Daisuke Jigen chuckles and shakes his head, letting out, "It kinda is, Lupin." This response caused Lupin to kick himself off the rail and standing there with a groan.

"There's no need to get angry at me for failing to find the Cultists' hideout," points out Lupin smugly, cracking his knuckles and earning more attention from his compatriots.

They both glared at him with ire, with the samurai Goemon Ishikawa XIII stating in offense, "Oh? So, what about you? Have you found any leads that you would care to illuminate?"

"As a matter of fact, my buddy…" Lupin responds, pulling out a toothpick from his coat pocket and placing it in his smug lips, "…Yes, yes I have."

They both turned to each other in incredulity, then staring back at him with Jigen barking out, "Well? Spit it out, Lupin!"

"And have someone like Fantomas or Griffin overhear? Hell no!" laughs Lupin, shaking his finger before twiddling the toothpick in his teeth. He turns and orders smoothly as he walks off, "Once we get back home, I'll tell you the whole stor-"

He would collide with a certain blonde-haired Englishwoman wearing a long pink coat, she yelps as she falls against her companion, an old weary hunter in his late forties that had eyes of abuse and dreariness.

Seras Victoria was helped to her feet by Leonard Quatermain who glares at Lupin spitefully. She smiles awkwardly and scratches her arm, "My apologies, sir, I didn't mean to-"

"Oh, nonsense!" swoons Lupin in calming French, holding his hands out and bowing, continuing as he grabs her hand, much to her surprise, and breaths out, "It was all my fault, my dear. Please, I apologize."

Lupin then kisses her hand like a gentleman, earning a blush from the young vampire and a dog-like bare of the teeth from Quatermain. "Oh, I don't understand…French, sir," she could only say to the man.

"Then I must apologize again, mi amoure," he replies as he stands back up, introducing with a smirk, "might I say, you are…quite a refreshing sight to see."

"Oh, well, thank you, you are very polite, mister," she replies with a smile, slipping her hand from his grasp.

"Not polite enough to give us his name…after rudely bumping into you," grunts Leonard, his hand on her shoulder as he stares daggers at Lupin.

"Give me yours…then I'll give you mine!" starts Lupin, grinning in a way that increased Quatermain's irritation of the man.

"I was the one who asked first, you-" snarls Quatermain, with Seras holding him back with a sigh as Daisuke Jigen and Ishikawa Goemon XIII would walk up beside the master thief.

"Lupin, we're wasting time," urged Goemon sternly, with Lupin smiling over awkwardly to the man.

"Wait, Lupin?" let out a surprised Seras, stepping back as Quatermain stares back over at her, "As in…the Lupin the Third?"

"Yours truly!" announced Lupin proudly. Before this encounter with a cadre of thieves and members of England's greatest defenders could get further into possible agression, Seras would freeze up as she smelled something vile and tainted, as if a human was taken from humanity and put into something…ancient.

Even Goemon felt it as he turns to his right, his eyes growing dark as he spied a very vile force. They would all look over to see the group of robed strangers that followed them to the Eiffel Tower in the first place, with the strange bandaged woman leading the force.

"Crap…I thought we had more time," growls out Jigen, reaching in to grab his gun discretely as Goemon would flick his thumb against the handle of his katana, ready to draw the blade.

"Who are you?" snarls out Quatermain, spotting their robes and having trouble in recognizing them, "Why are you following us?"

"Stavros knew you were coming, and you will die by our hands," hisses the woman, standing as still as a statue. The language was Greek, a language not known to Seras Victoria, and seemingly the only one known by this dreadful woman.

"Sorry, but I don't speak…whatever you are saying," he growls back at her. As this confrontation started, people would start to notice these robed figures and instantly start to leave, knowing no good can come from these monsters that invaded Paris.

"It's Greek, and she's here for you," advices Lupin, his sly attitude unaltered by these enigmatic challengers. He steps closer and throws his hand out, speaking to her in Greek, "I was under the belief that it was me you are after, miss."

"You are nothing to us, or to the God of War!" she hisses back, then snarling out with her eyes glowing underneath the glass of the goggles, "We give you this chance, Lupin, go, or we will rip your innards with our bare hands."

"That ain't gonna happen, not after that crap you pulled last week," he chides snidely, "so, stop toying with us and tell us where the Notes are at."

However, his response was not more tough talk, but a quick beam of green light that shot from her goggles and at the thief. In a flash of dexterity, he'd jump back and flip over before pulling out guns from his jacket in mid-air. Lupin lands on his feet and starts blaring those handguns at the woman.

She jumps high into the air as the crowd starts to scream, crowding to the stairs as Lupin would kill three of the robed enemies as they began unsheathing squat serrated blades in unison. The woman's coat would fly off her, wearing a black vest that showed off her naval and black snake tattoos winding around her arms…but that would not be the most distinguishing part of this woman.

Standing there, this woman would reveal herself to have locks at the back of her head that were nothing but a writhing mess of green snakes. On her back were four gigantic snakes, green with their fangs out as they hiss with glowing green eyes with each emerald snake. "…Kill them, kill them all for the God of War!"

And with that, those zealots would roar out and rush everywhere, with the Medusa leading the charge. However, these blood-crazed cultists would not seclude the bystanders that were forced to be a part of the oncoming carnage.

Blood was spilt, screams curdled, and blades dug deep into flesh as these cultists would kill for little reason than to appease their blood-lusting deity. This act of senseless barbarism enraged Seras, with the sleeve over her right arm ripping apart and a shadowy mass of tendrils reappeared. She roars as she rushes at the vile murderers, engaging with the vile Medusa first.

The woman rushed at her with equal intent for blood, her snakes wildly whipping around as they snap at Seras' direction. They'd enter into a lock of combat, with Seras having to evade snake-bite after snake-bite, as well as that strange green mist-like beam that emanates from the woman's goggles. Seras' own blows from her destructive shadow-limb would be avoided by her foe, as she was given a foe just as agile and savage as the fledgling was.

Guns blazed out from Quatermain and the thieves as zealots would die by gunfire, cementing the true word that one must never bring a knife to a gunfight. Jigen, for instance, never missed a hit, every bullet would enter the temple of each acolyte as they rushed with blades and madness. Blood splatters from the back, and their lifeless eyes shined out as those dead bodies flop on the ground.

"How many are there!?" growls Quatermain as he keeps firing his rifle, hitting right in one of their fanatic hearts, right before smacking one in the jaw and dislocating it in the process. However, as he did this, he was right open for a cultist that rushed at him with his serrated knife aiming for his lung.

However, a bullet from a Walther P38 ended that fanatic in an instant, with Quatermain alerted by the blood specks hitting his neck and coat. Twisting around, he stares over at Lupin, who would shoot straight at another of the cultists and send him off the railing and screaming to the streets below.

"I counted ten entering, I think there are more in the streets coming up" states Lupin calmly, reloading his handgun with a smirk. "After we handle these Hellenists, how about you and Miss Cutie come over to my pad," he calls out to Quatermain, blissful even as he shoots a round at a fanatic in the chest, "I can only guess you are here for the Cavorter Notes?"

"What in the bloody hell makes you think that?" snarls Quatermain, kicking one of the madmen in the chest and ending him with a blast of gunfire to his roaring maw, a mass of blood accompanying a mass of brain matter, garish lidless eyes, and chips of skull.

"A master criminal like Lupin the Third doesn't ignore a shoot-out in Liberty City, constant Nautilus sightings, and a new Millennium turning up, Quatermain," states Lupin calmly, "I was wondering when the Brits would start snooping up in France when word of Cavorter Notes stolen in Paris."

"It's Cavorite, you idjit!" snaps Quatermain, with him grabbing Lupin by the collar during the massacre and growling, "And why should I listen to a kleptomaniac like yourself? What if-"

"Millennium hired I to get the Notes? No, no, no!" lets out Lupin, smirking nervously as he was face-to-face with an angered yet very talented addict that hasn't had his fix for a long while. "Not after what they did in London ten years ago, and especially not when they're Nazis."

However, this little spat was ruined by Lupin giving a harsh shove to Quatermain, sending him to the steel floor with Quatermain shouting in shock. Being sent to the ground by the thief's strong push, he was about to get up and tan him appropriately with a nice strong haymaker. Quatermain was stopped from his withdrawel-induced rage when Lupin leaps down on him with a loud grunt, all as a long steel chain whips around from above, sweeping across the area and slice anyone in the way in half. They'd look to their shock a large grossly muscular animal of a man, his face covered in blood-stained bandages with one eye poking from the right. His wrists covered in steel chains that seemed to have been burned onto the flesh, with those chains seeming to be over twenty feet long. Every step he made seemed to make cause him to groan and snarl with pain and hate, getting closer as Quatermain starts blasting him with rounds, shouting mad as every hit seemed to increase its rage…even a shot to the head didn't seem to hurt it.

The bullets only went in an inch deep, and bounced from the bones as it gets closer and closer as he got louder and louder. The large brute roars as he lifts his chain, Quatermain reloading hurriedly as Lupin took control to shoot the beast in vain.

The abomination's blow would not hit, when his arm is suddenly slashed off as blood spurts from the wound and falls down behind him. As it howls in agony, clasping the stump on his shoulder as his dismemberer made himself known by standing defiantly in front of him.

Ishikawa Goemon XIII stood there with his blade out, covered in blood as he glares back at the angry monster. The chained animal roars and sweeps again with the last arm, but Goemon would rush at him one last time as he lops that demon's head right off. He simply stands as he lets the blood drip from the blade, not watching as the headless corpse falls down on the floor as the head rolls off the edge and falls straight down into the water as innocents rush from the Tower in terror.

Quatermain and Lupin sit there, watching with awe as it seemed that the cultists have now dwindled in number. Lupin sighs and reloads his gun, all as Quatermain sits with his head looking down. The thief then asks with a smile, "So…what's the missy's story?"

Seras was thrown at the beam, grunting as parts of her coat was torn slightly, mostly from her right arm and waist, due to the bites of the Medusa's snake limbs. Said Medusa stood in front of her with her chest out proudly and he snakes waving tauntingly, with the demon-woman's eyes staring at Seras as she climbs to her feet with glowing red eyes and a swirling mass of darkness.

"Pathetic, and Stavros said that you…vampires were dangerous, divine in power," she hisses at her, "but if you are divine compared to the rest of your kind, then he was worried for nothing."

However, she'd be barked at from behind as she slowly turns to the sight of the National Police. They would surround her entire back area, with automatic rifles ready to shoot this violent cultist even though they were intimidated and even afraid of this demonic woman.

"You are under arrest!" barked out one officer, "We will open fire if you…try and resist! Put your hands, and your snakes, down!"

However, they would stand there as the Medusa turned to face them all, standing with a sense of snide fearlessness due to her fanatical beliefs. She'd let out an amused chuckle before tapping the side of her goggle, with a refresher of her green beam returning.

It rushed out her eyes, bursting from the goggles as a misty green ray that swept across the group in a swift turn of her head. They were slow to react, crying out as the whole group was turned to stone. Frozen in a granite form, clothes and guns included, and defenseless from the next attack.

A snake whipped violently and turned the eight officers that tried to apprehend this fanatic into gravel. As she would stand before the rubble, she would hear the sound of something whipping at her violently.

Twisting wildly, one of the large snakes wraps around the shadowy arm and faces off against Seras Victoria. She barred her teeth savagely as the fledgling angrily heaves with her blood-red eyes staring right at her.

"You crazy bitch!" she growls at the violent Greek fanatic, "You should have turned yourself in! Now you have to deal with me!"

"You are pathetic to fight me, and you are moron to add to that," she hisses back at Seras proudly, "you should be glad that I am ripping your heart out for the glory of Kratos."

"I'm sure that wasn't too nice," snidely remarks Seras, following it was her arm turning into a plethora of spines that pierce the body of the snake that wrapped around it. It hisses as it turns limp from the attack, earning a tormented scream from the Medusa as she yanks the snake out of Seras' grip.

Like a snake did she hiss, her snakes whipping angrily as Seras rushes at her with her jaw opening wide as her vampiric teeth barred out. However, once that green gleam was seen from the red goggles, Seras would quickly roll to the right as the petrifying beam blasted out to freeze Seras.

Turning to the quick young vampire, she tries to get a good gaze at the fledgling intently. However, she was quite quick as cultists were frozen in the way. As the beam spun around, Seras darting in a circle around the fanatic, one of the large snakes whip at Seras in an attempt to slow her down or kill her.

And yet, Seras was too smart and trained to fall for her attack. As she ran, her shadowy arm whips back and slices the large snake in half. As she watched the bleeding snake body flop onto the floor, another snake-limb would dart at her with its teeth out to stab into her back.

The snake was given a surprise when the back of her uniform ripped as a black mass shot out as a Velociraptor's head bursts out. It shrieks before snapping its jaws on the neck of the serpent, ripping it off the Medusa's back as she shrieks once again from pain. And with that, she made the mistake of blinking.

In an instant, Seras Victoria rushes and grabs her neck with her right hand, the shadowy mass writhing behind her as she stares darkly at her. "Listen to me, you are going to-"

Seras' interrogation was cut short when the Medusa attempted to use the Stare of the Gorgon on the beautiful fledgling, but Seras was simply getting tired of this, and opted for a permanent solution for this ability.

Her shadowy arm whips back as it rushes at her as Seras' skin slowly starts to turn grey and stony, cracking lightly as Seras digs two needle-like protrusions into the goggles. It broke the glass as the Medusa screams from the pain of those needles digging into her eyes, blood spurting from the cracked eyewear as Seras stares at her with hatred.

"…You are going to tell me everything you know about the Cavorite Notes, or I am going to have to kill you," she hisses, "your choice."

"My eyes…you took…my eyes…" she hisses back, panting heavily as she grips Seras' wrist, trying to free herself as two snakes from behind her whip forward and bite Seras' shoulder and waist.

Even though the fangs go deep inside her, Seras was ignorant of the teeth drawing blood as she glares at the Medusa coolly, then breathing out, "I don't want to do this…but you are not making this any more difficult." Her eyes tighten in thought, then thinking aloud, "And those eyes…I wonder if he would be able to defend himself from those."

And so, Seras' mouth swings wide open as she snarls and ends the Medusa's life by shoving them into her warm neck. Blood splatters out as a cold feeling enters her stomach, with Seras nearly regretting having to drink this woman's blood. It was different than the raptors of Isla Sorna, they were animals, not human beings like she was and how she still considers herself from time to time.

The snakes' bites loosen before her entire body goes limp as Seras holds her as she drinks her up, wide red eyes staring at the dead woman as she drinks up her essence, her memories, her very being. Seras would steal the Medusa and take her into herself.

As she did so, the cultists and Quatermain and his criminal allies would continue to fight, with the cultists losing badly. For defenseless people were easy kill, but trained gun-fighters were much more difficult to murder senselessly.

However, the battle quickly ended when a burst of black flames shot out from the sides of the railings. Everyone, sans the blood-drinking Police Girl, watched with shock as a red-coated enigma emerged mid-air from the flames as he steps onto the floor with a cadre of cultists staring with terror at the No-Life King as he stares at all of them with glowing red eyes.

Before they could even react with offense, Alucard drew his silver guns and simply shoots every single one of the cultists in the head. Blood spewing out as he steps closer to the red-suited thief as he stares with surprise at the red-suited vampire, his mouth agape as the towering undead stops in front of him.

"Alucard? I thought you were dead!" gasps Lupin, wide-eyed as Alucard grins down at the thief.

"Dear Lupin, I am dead, but I know what you mean," breaths out the vampire in a gaunt yet warm tone, "I am glad to see you are still in the business of crime, an art you alone have any skill at."

"Eh, thanks…I think," chuckles Lupin nervously, readjusting his coat as he asks, "How'd you know where to look, Ally?"

"Your blood, Arsene Lupin," reminds Alucard, with Lupin shivering at the memory. Lupin groans and looks up at him with a displeased glare and a perk of his mouth.

"I'm glad to know that you know where I'm at, Alucard," sarcastically growls Lupin, who then remarks, "if I knew you were that hooker with a heart of gold, I would have never let you give me that goodbye kiss."

"Come now, you think I'd trust you after what you did?" laughs Alucard, "And besides, I never bit you, otherwise you'd be nothing more than a slack-jawed ghoul."

Alucard then switches his attention to his fledgling, who lets the body of the Medusa, lifeless and drained, flop down on the steel floor with a light clang. She stares at the body with a smidge of regret for more of what she had to do, what she has brought into herself, and of all the pain and horror she had to allow inside her thoughts with those of Pip's and the Velociraptors.

Alucard walks to his young fledgling and stares down at her, saying to her somberly, "A living thing with intellect, a life, and so on…much different than an animal, which has simple passions, simple wants, and a code it follows through instinct." He then asks her, "What have you found out?"

"Found out?" states out Jigen, walking to his boss with Goemon as Quatermain runs to Seras and rests his hand on her shoulder. Seras was simply staring at the corpse, not even bothering to look her master or her idol in the eye.

"Alucard, this isn't a simple reunion among friends, is it?" questions Lupin, crossing his arms as he stares at Alucard with suspicion. As the Vampire Count turns slightly, to Lupin, the thief asks, "You are here for the Cavernite Notes, aren't you?"

"Cavorite, Lupin," quickly corrects Goemon.

"It seems so, Lupin," he says to the thief as he looks down at him and his cadre of outlaws. Alucard stares down and explains, "Our intentions are good, we just want to protect our country from the New Millennium."

"Same here, well, not for protection, but for profit," Lupin would reply back, "but this isn't the time or place, there could be more of-"

"The Nautilus shall accommodate us all, I doubt the good captain would object from your company if it means getting the Cavorite Notes back from our once-unknown third-party," finishes Alucard, placing his white-gloved hand on Lupin's shoulders, much to his discomfort as the old hunter glares at the two.

"Do you know this third party?" questions Quatermain, "Who is it?"

Lupin looks over to Leonard, sighing before stating with a deep frown, a frown caused by the actions of these beasts, "They call themselves the Cult of Kratos."

The Banana Slug: Lupin the Third and Alucard's League of Extraordinary Gentlemen vs. a Hellenistic Cult that worships the Second God of War, Kratos.

Badass.

Also, anyone that wonder why Lupin should be here in modern times when he debuted in the sixties, this is my response: How is Orlando still around?

Also, for anyone who cares, the medusa's name is Petra V. Thessaloniki. Sorry if it was not really important and I kinda ruined the character by not saying her name THERE instead of HERE, then I apologize, but I'm not very good at this. :I